i felt like it was something i had to make


So, like, a lot of my friends are online and stuff and so I thought now would be a good time to post this.

I’ve been, uh. Fucking around in terms of gender for a long time, whether I spoke about it or not. It’s never been a topic that I’ve been really educated on nor really had an outlet to receive the kind of education I need. I never really felt comfortable, yknow? Being a guy. And even after I switched to like, agender, I still felt like something was off. I didn’t like the way my “they” felt.

So. Um. After.. a really long period of time and whatever, I’ve come to a conclusion that makes me happier than I’ve felt in a long time. And that’s, uh, that would be that I’m a girl. I’m mobile right now so I can’t update any of my pages, but… if you guys could start using she/her for me, effective immediately, that’d be cool.

lord of shadows snippet

They were far out from shore now—it was a shining line in the distance, the highway a ribbon of moving lights, the houses and restaurants along the coastline glimmering. “Well, as it turns out, my parents didn’t die in the ocean.” Emma took a shuddering breath. “They didn’t drown.”

“Knowing that doesn’t wipe out years of bad dreams.” Julian glanced toward her. The wind blew soft tendrils of his hair against his cheekbones. She remembered what it felt like to have her hands in that hair, how holding him had anchored her not just to the world, but to herself.

“I hate feeling like this,” she said, and for a moment even she wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “I hate being afraid. It makes me feel weak.”

“Emma, everyone’s afraid of something.” Julian moved slightly closer. “We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don’t wish you didn’t fear anything. All that would mean is that you don’t feel anything.”

“Jules—” She started to turn toward him in surprise at the intensity in his voice, but paused when she heard Cristina’s footsteps quicken, and then her voice, raised in recognition, calling:



Up, up and away, away from me
Well, it’s all right, you can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy
Or anything

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“I just…really like it…Mr. Reigen,” Mob whispered. He hugged the mug closer. “Thank you.”

“It—don’t mention it. It’s milk.” Then his voice dropped to an airy whisper. “It’s…just milk…”

Reigen did not know what expression he wore as he watched Mob raise the cup and drink the rest of it, something slack, something just a bit shocked. Something that maybe fit the ache he felt tightening his throat.

He couldn’t fathom what sort of world the kid had just escaped, but he knew now he didn’t want to. And he didn’t want to make Mob relive it, not if it was something so horrific that a single glass of warm milk could move him to tears.

“Here,” Reigen said, sliding his mug across the oaken table. “Have mine too…”

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Of Day and Night

From @beanpots Day/Night Yuri on Ice AU

I don’t normally have much to say about my art, but I want to say that cute and fun AUs like this one are why I love this fandom and continue to want to contribute to it. Fandoms can get nasty sometimes, and Yuri on Ice is no exception, but I love the way the community flocks to and thrives on positive, creative things like this.

I’ve been feeling creatively empty lately. I’ve had the drive to paint, but no ideas I really felt passionate about, so everything I created lacked that spark of interest that made me love it. I have to say, using someone else’s designs was relieving in more ways than one. Once I decided on a direction, I was able to paint this in about two days without much strain, which is probably a record for me for something like this. Not having to make so many decisions on my own really helps things along, I guess. C:

So, a big thank you to @beanpots and everyone else who puts effort into creating beautiful art, fics, and AUs for this wonderful show. It’s helping drive me to create and improve more rapidly than I ever thought possible. 


Something I’m very proud this year is the fact I had a chance to write and draw a 3 page short comic for BOOM! Studios Adventure Time Comic #5. Flame Princess is one of my favorite characters and I just really like the fact that Cinnamon Bun has a trained fire wolf pup so I couldn’t resist bringing Jake 2 back for this short. 

I felt so happy drawing a comic one can only wonder why am I not making more comics…

'The Bachelor' contestants fall in love with each other
Just because you don’t win The Bachelor doesn’t mean you can’t find love on the popular show.

This is the first time I have ever been interested in The Bachelor: Two contestants on the Australian version of the show, Megan Marx and Tiffany Scanlon, found love not with the *bachelor* they were competing for, but with one another. 

Here’s what Megan posted on Instagram in honor of Tiffany’s birthday:

I met Tiffany in a very strange situation. Well… we were kind of dating the same guy. And it was filmed and put on TV 😂. From that first cocktail party, it was like this instant calibration between souls, as if we had known each other once before. Friendship ripened into something bolder, trust in a very strange situation was formed, and now every adventure we have rivals the other- and continues to make plans for itself. Yesterday I flew this beautiful woman to The Abrolhos islands for her 30th birthday! I have to admit that I felt so so proud to be with her, my favourite person, celebrating such a momentous occasion on the water- a mutual love of ours. She is so confident in the ocean and in every adventure, as if every new experience is a winning of the lottery somehow; a chance to grow and learn and develop. To Tiffany, experience wins over the worldly acquisition of ‘things’ every time- and I think this is why she is so open-minded, so accepting of others, so fun and so at ease with letting winds blow her towards a variety of opportunities. She’s helped me to disintegrate many of the ideals I’ve had that were harmful (about relationships, about career and 'stability’) and for that I feel set free. Thank you for always asking questions (detective Tiff), for being curious about people, ideologies and the universe; for loving people with such a wholesome love that I don’t know if I would ever be able to emulate. It inspires me. Happy Birthday Tiffany. I love you.

This is the reality television story I’m here for. 

I don’t want to rain on anybody’s fandom fun but I find it kind of hilarious everybody pegs Keith as resident conspiracy theorist when like

Keith, in episode 1: So I just felt weirdly compelled to go out in the desert and look for something, found carvings that led me to anticipate some kind of arrival and I knew I had to go meet whoever was coming and get them away from the Garrison. It turned out aliens were involved but that’s really not that important? Also I’ll just talk about it like all of this is normal and be mildly put-out when someone makes fun of me. Weird pseudo-clairvoyance is just a normal thing that happens to everyone, right?

Pidge, in episode 1: I infiltrated a government space exploration program by falsifying my identity and secretly built equipment to listen for alien radio chatter which I regularly sneak out of the dorms to do. I did this because said government space program is definitely lying to me about the disappearance of this space mission and the one time I told someone about it, I specifically told them that the world as they knew it was about to change.

I mean, in general, Pidge puts an incredibly high priority about finding information and getting answers- the whole green paladin ‘inquisitive’ thing- while Keith is much more that he has a vague, but strong-held feeling of something that’s right and he’ll pursue that single goal, details don’t matter to him nearly as much. People talk about his “conspiracy chart” but all he really had there was pictures of the carvings and a map where he seems to have narrowed down exactly where the energy was coming from. 

So I guess, proposed alternative measure: Pidge who is determined to chase weird stuff and Keith who is just. the incredibly ride-or-die friend about it. 

Pidge opens the door to Keith’s room at 3AM “KEITH C’MON I THINK THIS PLANET HAS A GHOST”

Keith is like. half awake and already putting on his jacket. “jeez, okay, let me find where we left the camera last time.”

I haven’t been very active on social media for a couple of months I think, so I thought I should at least post something haha.
I’ve been gone for various reasons, but mostly since there’s still nothing interesting going on and I still don’t know when the hospital will be ready for me.
So I’ve mostly just been depressed and haven’t really been doing anything, which isn’t really any interesting content. Nor have I had any reasons to take new pictures for filler-content.

But yeah, felt like I should make some sort of update at least, and I even threw an old selfie in there, woooh!

Dating Newt Scamander Would Include...

Originally posted by ameliawilliams

I felt like I needed to get something up today so here is my own “Dating Newt Scamander Would Include” thing 

Warning:  I’m 80% sure these suck

  • Him being the little spoon
  • You being the little spoon when Newt needs a ‘teddy bear’
  • Newt being a surprisingly good cook
  • You becoming the fathers to Newt’s creatures because he had already deemed himself the mummy
  • You teasing Newt for it
  • Newt’s older brother Theseus flirting with you and making Newt insecure
  • You French kissing Newt and letting him know he’s the only man for you
  • Your parents being a bit concerned with all the creatures at first
  • But soon see how much you and Newt love each other
  • Them treating Newt like a son
  • Newt’s parents being thrilled their son had found someone
  • Them being two of the nicest people you have ever met
  • Baby pictures and funny stories of little Newt
  • “Aww you were so cute!”
  • “Am I not cute anymore???” (He was genuinely concerned)
  • “More like sexy.”
  • That really turning Newt on
  • Newt having a habit of hugging you from behind when you’re in the middle of doing something
  • “Newwwt!  My bottle of ink!”
  • “The glass!”
  • “Ouch!  I burned myself on the stove!”
  • “My book!”
  • But you secretly love it when he does that
  • You two spending hours cuddling and enjoying each others company
  • You stealing Newt’s blue coat when you’re cold
  • One time you spent an hour staring at Newt trying to determine if his eyes were blue or green
  • “What on Earth are you doing?”
  • “Trying to figure out if your eyes are sea foam green or cerulean.”
  • “…”
  • You having Newt read new parts of his book to you in bed every night
  • You and Newt honestly being the cutest couple in New York
  • Newt growing really fond of the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair
  • Newt taking you on all his trips with him because one time he left without you and realized that he literally couldn’t survive without you
  • Newt giving you forehead kisses
  • Even if you’re just passing each other in a hallway
  • Having to levitate Newt out of the case when he falls asleep down there
  • The Niffler occasionally escaping from the case and trying to snuggle in bed with you both
  • Newt getting protective
  • “You little bugger!  Have to take everything golden from me, don’t you?”
  • Blushing when he calls you ‘golden’
  • Hugs can last anywhere from five seconds to five minutes
  • Asking Newt why you can’t have a dog but can have potentially lethal beasts in the house
  • “Dogs are a lot of work.”
  • “Newt.” *points around to all the creatures and beasts*
  • “Oh.  Uh.”
  • Newt eventually giving in and lets you get a dog
  • You name him Jacob

Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

When I was dating a guy I was hiding everything that I did because everything personal felt like it was immediately trivialised, so I didn’t like it. We were turned into these characters and placed into this ridiculous comic book, and I was like, ‘That’s mine. You’re making my relationship something that it’s not.’ I didn’t like that. But then it changed when I started dating a girl. I was like, ‘Actually, to hide this provides the implication that I’m not down with it or I’m ashamed of it’, so I had to alter how I approached being in public. It opened my life up and I’m so much happier.


Before I almost felt like it was a deficit, because I thought to be an actress you had to make people pay attention to you, and that’s just not my energy. It took a long time to be OK with that because you would see people receive a lot of opportunities based on something intangible, and it’s frustrating. But during my 20s and early 30s, when I wasn’t really working, I realised, OK, I’ll just focus on my work, I don’t have a thing.


So I’m taking a course on the American Revolution, and a friend and I had the joking idea to make fake posters/covers based on the titles of the academic articles we had to read. :0 Mine was An American Tory by Morton Borden, which explores the complexity of Loyalism in the Revolution. This cover doesn’t really have anything to do with the content, but I did want to draw Alfred looking hesitant and suspicious, with a people of different positions and backgrounds behind him. Something about the title “American Tory” felt very weirdly cinematic and so I decided to make a fake indie/graphic novel type of cover.

Who knows? maybe I’ll make some “fake” comic book pages to go with it as well…..

I think the reason I’ve never truly
gotten over you is because it felt like
there was something there.
I wasn’t being delusional and making
all of it up as we went.
It felt as if the universe had bigger plans
for us but then changed the story board.
It was so abrupt when it ended.
And that leaves a big question:
Did the universe stop it or just press pause?
—  MJG // and will the universe ever decide to continue our story board?

guys I am so serious but I have no idea what just happened and I am having real, physical difficulty typing rn because my whole body is shaking? like, okay, so this thing flew over head that woke me up, I guess it just sounded like a regular aircraft but kind of low, and then there was this burning heavy pressure and it made the back of my eyelids go white (even though I was in a dark room with my eyes shut hang on of course I had my eyes shut oh well) but I am not making this up and it felt like I was, idk, being microwaved or fucking something and I was like ‘well this is how I die’ but it went but I felt…. just awful, after, and I still do but the main thing is my hands? are shaking so badly I cannot describe how much I am kinda of not okay

also this is like, 7:17am in the uk it just happened in like the last half hour? anyone else?

EDIT: okay so my friend on skype is an angel and talked to me about normal shit and now I have stopped shaking and feel better, I really hope it was aliens because dude that would be sweet but I’ll talk to my two-doctors-who-are-also-my-parents about it and see if I need to see an actual GP, sorry for wigging you out but I literally kinda felt like I was? dying? for a bit there. oops

Edit edit: sooo I might have had a seizure, going to see the doctor later today, whelp. Really sorry for scaring you but bloody hell I never want that again.

Hello everyone! I’m sorry for taking like million years to post this but better late than never. First of all: I’m sorry for the lame header. I had no idea what I should use lol. I decided to make this follow forever because I recently reached 8K and I felt like I should do something to thank you. I’m so grateful for having amazing followers, you’re all such nice, kind, funny, talented, cute and pure human beings! Thanks for making my days a little better. 2016 was confusing, stressful and pretty hard sometimes but I hope 2017 will be better than this miserable year. I wish you the best, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I love you <3

A special mention to some adorable people I love: 
@thewincheters, @seyfrieds, @taeyieon, @baskervielle, @ohflint, @starksren, @philukas, @stormborn, @harley-quinn, @gryffindour, @hermicnes, @thrandiul, @cruvcio, @neils-josten, @jcnstark, @thehound, @sanssa <3 you are awesome and make me so happy! thanks for everything and sorry if I’m annoying sometimes or if I take a lifetime to reply messages lol.

BTW I’m so so sorry if I forgot someone, I follow too many blogs. If we are mutuals and you are not here: I appreciate you and I love you <3

Faves are bolded.

a - f

@aanathemaa, @abigailskanes, @achililes, @adamparrisih, @adorablecresta, @aeryastark, @aliciasalarcon, @aliciavikand, @alycia-careys, @alyciadubnamcarey, @ameliiapond, @anakinren, @anarkyn, @annbolevn, @anniescresta, @anthenia, @antighone, @aphrodihe, @argentnecklace, @argorns, @artemiskid, @arthemxs, @artieross, @aslyium, @asteriea, @audreyhornre, @babesargent, @bagginshield, @beallamy, @belows, @bensolcs, @bisexualbvffy, @blanchctt, @briennes, @brientarth, @brookdavis, @caitrionabalfe, @captaine-duckling, @cassianansdor, @cassianddor, @cassiesullivan, @cdwardmott, @cearsei, @celebrlan, @chershorowitz, @chloedeckar, @christineserik,  @clairelizabethfraser, @clairetemplc, @claraoswen, @collinslily, @crinumlilies, @cutsunflowers, @daariosnaharis, @daenerysjon, @daenerystargaryer, @daenqrys, @daisyridley,  @daniels-gillies, @dorbevnina, @dracosdormien, @drccula, @dsctorwho, @dzelos, @edphoes, @emiliaclakve, @emilvblunts, @emilythornes, @emstone, @erneraude, @eveenstar, @ezramller, @faeyries, @fairyisle, @fallstopieces, @feanory, @fecitysmoke, @fierceds, @frcdos, @fredweaselys, @frodobaggins

g - n

@gansaey, @ganseyblues, @ghosthills, @ginnys, @goldencerseii, @griezmam, @griffinskane, @gryffindro, @gwendoline, @harheyquinn, @harlayquinn, @harleyqunzel, @hayleykiyuko, @hcathledger, @hcneyduke, @hermionegrangern, @hermioneshour, @hermiunes, @ilvermornys, @inredlipstick, @inrticulate, @irnperio, @j-murphy, @jackdowson, @jeyre, @jimshalpert, @johnwvtson, @jons, @jsmesbsrnes, @julliettewarner, @kaitegecko, @kaladandeqar,  @kaladandrkar, @katewisnlet, @kathrynmckinnons, @khazbrekker, @killbilled, @kingrobb, @klngfili, @kneazles, @knighvtsofren, @kuriyakin, @kvngslayer, @kylcrvn, @kyloi, @kyloren, @ladysansa, @ladystarks, @leias, @leiorganas, @lennister,  @longclaws, @lucreziaborgiad, @lucyhoneychurch, @lupinnremus, @luthien-tinuviel, @lyanasnow, @lyannavstark, @lydiamatins, @manbunjon, @margotskarsgard, @maslanys, @maven-calore, @maxhardy, @melaniemartienz, @melssandre, @michelangehoe, @mikewheelrs, @moannas, @mountainkinq, @nancyswheelers, @narcissabllack, @neiljoslen, @neiljosteiin, @noorawiliam, @numenor 

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@obartell, @oberynm, @odairannies@oswinwaled, @otheillo, @othellos, @ozeraways, @pathrochilles, @peachyjareth, @perksofbeingafanboy, @persrephone, @petercapaldis, @petuniaevans, @pheme, @phoebetonhkin, @phoebetonkins, @pinkmman, @poedamxron, @poesdemeron, @psychopierce, @pvedameron, @pynch, @raevnclaw, @ravcnsclaw, @ravnclaws, @rcnbweasley, @remuislupin, @rhivendell, @ricchardmadden, @richardpapan, @robbstvrk, @ronsweasley, @rosecutietyler, @rosedewson, @rosetylecr, @samuelclaflins, @sanellycarmen, @sansenerys, @scorpbius, @sculllys, @sdyneysage, @sebastivns, @shanewalsh, @shirehobbit, @silmarien, @skamandernewt, @smithsclara, @spncreids, @starlvrd, @stcrwar, @stonehart, @stormborn-blood, @stvvrogers, @sugarcresta, @summer-roberts, @targaryeins, @theongreyijoy, @tragedysins, @trssagray, @tylersjoscph, @tyrellen, @tyrionlannisler, @valramorghulis, @vanessaivess, @varous, @velmadinklev, @vikanderalicia, @westerors, @westerror, @whouffle, @winoncryder, @wondrvwoman, @zhirley

He said all the right things. Did all the right things. He’d open up my car door. He’d write me little notes and buy me flowers every Saturday. He took pictures of me when I wasn’t looking. He wrote me poems, and called me beautiful. And I… I felt nothing. I thought there had to be something wrong with me. Why didn’t I feel anything. But I remembered, I remembered how you made me feel. And maybe I’m just waiting, for someone to make me feel like you made me feel, but I guess that’s impossible. Because first loves are impossible to recreate.
—  I felt nothing (via young-wildandfresh)
I was having a hard time, and now i’m not.

For as long as I’ve identified as a witch, I thought I had trouble with ‘real’ magic. Spells didn’t come easy to me, I felt like my offerings and altars were wrong, that I was making some mistake that no one ever spoke about because every one else knew what not to do. And I suppose I was, but not exactly how I thought I was.

I was already doing magic, but not how I thought I wanted to.

My magic isn’t always mason jars filled with herbs, crystal points polished like mirrors, or billowing skirts and capes.

My magic is standing in my back yard looking for acorns in jeans and a tee shirt. Baking cookies from boxed mix for Loki. Potions from tea, emojis sent to myself over kik for spells, drawing sigils with my tablet. The comfort of silent spirits while I go about my daily life.

My spells are song lyrics from the radio, a playlist altar for my deities, wearing stone jewelry to job interviews.

Home made tarot cards that I ask about birthday gifts, a Supernatural ouija board with a glow in the dark planchette, sigils inspired by my favorite shows.

I was never doing it wrong, I just didn’t know I was doing it right.

Some days I still wish I was able to work deep in the woods, twigs in my long hair, black taffeta trailing behind me like smoke, a raven familiar by my side as I brew my potions in a real cauldron.

But then my black cat with a deformed leg will hobble inside, rubbing his head on me, and I’ll draw a sigil on my arm in gel pen, listening to a song that inspires my intent. That’s where my magic is.