i feel so ~creative

I watched Trollhunters a little while ago and it actually inspired me to doodle again soooo here’s some angry changelings not appreciating the whole “impure” thing

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and when the lights start flashing like a photobooth
and the stars exploding
we’ll be fireproof

—troye sivan “youth” / © hoshi majoo

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You need to be more self aware. I’m surprised you think you can choose your own image. From the audience’s perspective, you’re just a piglet and a kitten.

anonymous asked:

did you like mick? i was actually starting to enjoy him but then.... *cries*

OK SO

i didn’t

BUT I’LL EXPLAIN WHY because after his demise, a lot of people asked if i liked him, and i remained completely unphased by him SO!! here you go

  • he’s with the BMoL. already not a good thing BECAUSE
    • i don’t care for this group……….they are SO CLEAN. and i think of clean as boring, unless proven otherwise. (which, within spn, i often am, which is nice!) i talked about this with a friend in seattle–this storyline strikes no chords with me because there’s 0 personality or gritty americana at all ;o;
  • the way they introduced his character made him seem like he’d be a lot more badass! but he was a pencil pusher so i mean alright
  • he said he’d never killed, but as a kid just to advance his position he killed one of his only friends?? so we don’t actually know anything he’s done ever except for so far kill 2 kids for his job that he doesn’t really like that much
  • i want SOME SORT of mythological creature to be working with them regularly, and mick………….dressed…………lIKE CAS….i mean if i have the choice between the two i’m gonna choose an angel child
  • his character never made too much sense to me?? and again. too clean without getting the hands dirty:

in comparison, look at my favorite character. look at him. he’s the most powerful being in the universe and he’s a damn slob

i think i might’ve just been spoiled too much last season

curse you robbie thompson

things the types probably don't say
  • infj: "Hey, a mountain! I think I'll climb it instead of working on my project like I planned!"
  • infp: "I think everyone should try to fit in. I mean, as long as you're well-liked, who cares if you're being fake?"
  • enfj: "Stop coming to me with all of your issues. I don't care about you!"
  • enfp: "I think I'll just do my statistics work for the next three hours. I don't feel very creative."
  • intj: "I'm so glad I decided to flake on my plans to go to this party...I love people!!" [winky face]
  • intp: "I don't care about this article about science...I'd rather see what Kim Kardashian is up to."
  • entj: "Does someone need a hug?"
  • entp: "I just think maybe we should do the reliable method instead of trying to invent our own way..."
  • isfj: "I think I"ll blow off my friends to go to rock climbing! What fun!"
  • isfp: "I don't care about how you feel! Put your dang emotions aside and get the job done!"
  • esfj: "Stop asking me for all these stupid favors. I don't care about you at all."
  • esfp: "Party? No thanks...I'd rather go home and be alone with my math homework for a bit."
  • istj: "This method is reliable, buuut...this looks waaay more fun!!"
  • istp: "Please, come to me with all of your emotional problems! I love giving advice!"
  • estj: "I know I should be working, but this puppy is making me too emotional..."
  • estp: "I can't do that."

~hiatus extended to [TBD]~

[NCT] Simplicity

A little babble that kind of sucks but doesn’t suck enough to keep me from posting it 
I’m a tad sour rn and want sleepy kisses from jjh so take this; a product of my bad mood

Originally posted by nctmark


The trill sound of you crying out in frustration is what rouses Jaehyun from his mid-afternoon nap. Awake, but slow to rise, he only rolls over, grumbling out a, “babe, be quiet.” It’s when you toss your bag to the floor far more aggressively than needed that he decides to sit up, propping himself up on his elbows. You angrily pace around at the food of the bed, rubbing at your temples and willing yourself to settle down.
“You’re blowing smoke.” Jaehyun jokingly says, a lazy smile quirked on his lips. You shoot him a glare. At this, his look softens, and he beckons you over. You debate shutting him down, giving him the cold shoulder because you want so desperately to take out your pent up aggravation on something and, well, if Jaehyun happens to be within arm’s reach, then so be it. Through your internal dialogue, he’s looking at you, eyes heavy with sleep and hair askew in every direction and his clothes are all rumpled from his tossing and turning and he’s smiling at you and you can feel the adoration he has for you and you’re melting. You breathe a heavy sigh, laced with irritation and exhaustion and you trudge over to him, allowing his hands to completely envelope yours as he guides you down to lie next to him.

His arms are around you and your face is tucked into his chest and you can feel his heartbeat, smooth and rhythmic and so much calmer than your own. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you allow yourself to snuggle closer to him, wanting to drown in his warmth.
“You want to tell me about what’s got you so worked up?” He questions softly, fingers loosely carding through your hair. You breathe in his scent, warm and inviting and your knees go weak because this boy is yours and you thank whoever may be listening that he’s a part of your life.
The only response you offer is a minute shake of your head, and he only hums in acknowledgement, choosing instead to begin rocking you the tiniest bit.
Jaehyun will wait with you, hold you until your heartbeat has settled and the heat in your cheeks has died down.

“I really love you, Jaehyun.” You mumble into the fabric of his t-shirt. A laugh sounds deep in his chest.
“I really love you too, Y/N.” Is his response.
You move back to meet his eyes, and you feel like you can lose yourself in endless pools of brown that carry so much love for you; only you.
“No, Jaehyun. I really really am in love with you.” You say, and his smile brightens. He’s idly rubbing circles into your side, and you can feel the tension in your shoulders ebbing away with every feather light caress. He smiles, and your heart swells with happiness. The time for anger and frustration and everything that comes along with a bad day would come later; now, you’re only concerned with the feel of Jaehyun’s lips against your own as you kiss him. Slow and sweet, patient and oh so caring, your eyes flutter shut and you let Jaehyun guide you into a state of contentment that you had been aching for all day.
“I really really am in love with you, too.” He says as he pulls away.
And than you kiss him again. Because you love him, and he loves you. It’s as simple as that.

  • Phichit: Victor kissed you and you said 'thank you'?
  • Yuuri: Yes.
  • Phichit: Well, that was very polite.
  • Yuuri: No, it was stupid. I don't know what I'm doing here.

depression is one of those things that once you acknowledge you have it (which i only did, like, last year) it’s not a thing that sort of dissipates. i was silly to think that when i was a kid i cured myself of my depression (even though i was diagnosed with it at 10) but all i really did was juxtapose myself against my mum and think, “well i’m not that bad.” and as there’s hardly any nuanced conversations about what depression is, and what it feels like to be in the midst of it, it’s very easy to characterize it as something that is inexplicable, inorganic and alien. 

so much has happened in 2017. from my mum’s recent suicide attempt, to the publisher i was working with going under, to the Muslim ban, to feeling like i’m suffocating under the exhaustion of working and feeling like i’m not getting anywhere… i am finally looking for ways out that don’t include some external factor. like: i’ll be happier if i get this job; or if i make this much money in this month i’ll be ok. everything comes back to feeling productive but truth is, i haven’t been feeling productive for this year’s entirety. most days i can’t even write, and i don’t want to because it feels so hard.

as a creative, how do you balance happiness (when you have a proclivity to/for sadness) without it being attached to your creative worth, and value of your work. the reality, for me and many others, is that i can’t self care without money—but then, how do you make money if you’re a creative? you have to create! and if you work another job, you feel so depleted to actually create… it’s an endless cycle. 

i keep saying to myself, i just want it to get easier. but i’m not entirely convinced it ever does. and that’s overwhelming. 

here’s a moment of me, maybe first time in 2017, when i felt deeply content: https://www.instagram.com/p/BQyYwmzl3bw/?taken-by=fariha_roisin

hope you’re looking after yourself out there. 

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Morgana ArMor in every episode |  2.06 Beauty and the Beast ll

Look at the way she is looking at him when they took the throne away from him and tell me she didn’t care…
Nothing after S2 between these two makes sense to me. How did she change her mind so quickly from caring to hating him and wanting the throne for herself?!

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I love fashion. as a young girl I would always save my money to buy fashion magazines and imagine myself doing photo shoots or walking up the red carpet. all those things came true in my life although I like a more retro look than a lot of the latest designer things I get to wear. but fashion is something I love to explore and I whenever I get to go to the big fashion shows in paris I feel so much anxiety because I’m so fascinated by the art and creativity that goes into creating beautiful clothes.

“I feel like I still have ambitions but they’re more like creative ambitions. I would love to do the soundtrack to a film—something that I can really challenge myself with. So they’ve definitely shifted. I don’t have that thing where I felt so intense and tangled up about things, which is probably a good thing. It means that you’re not as hung up on world domination. But on the positive side, it means you live quite a peaceful existence.”