i guess it's not all that old but really


happy birthday to.. me! haha uh its kind of a birthday tradition of mine to draw whatever i feel like no matter how little sense it makes lmao anyway here are yuuri and victor in kinda matchy KotOR star wars robes!! its very late!!! this is not an au dont @ me victor would never work for the jedi he is good and i trust him okay im leaving now bed time

saetr3noora  asked:

hello! meron ka bang complete/accurate list of all the deities from the tagalog and bisayan pantheon? Also, i'm sorry if this question has been asked before ngayon ko lang nahanap blog mo and i'm only now really getting into ph mythology :)

Hi @saetr3noora​. I made one before though I don’t remember which blog I posted it in, this one, or my blog on reviving our old beliefs, practices, and on our general mythologies and folklore at @diwatahan​. Also its an old list that needed to be updated and corrected so I guess it gives me an opportunity to make another one. :)

But here is my complete list on them based on historical research, not modern takes on it. This list is from my notes for my book I am still currently writing and researching for. Any modern deities from recent stories such as Lidaga, Lihangin, Lisuga, etc. are not included on this list as there is not one mention of them in any of the oldest dictionaries or in any historical record accept in the 1900′s particularly during the U.S. colonial period and after and thus based on historical research, they weren’t traditionally worshiped. However this doesn’t mean they aren’t deities as some may just be but never mentioned in historical texts and only known orally, but for the purpose of listing all the deities that were believed and worshiped prior to the Spaniards I have excluded them from the list. I try to put info on each deity as much as possible based on what was written on them but there are a few who are only briefly mentioned in passing either with just the name of the deity alone or the name and the attribute they were known for.

Also note there are other Bisayan deities not listed here that are known to the Sulod of Panay island with the exception of Laon Sina/Alunsina as she was a prominent goddess known throughout the Bisayas. The deities known by the Sulod may possibly be deities that were known by the other ethnic groups in the West Bisayas and elsewhere in the region under different names locally but I have not looked into that intensively and done enough research on that subject so I have left those deities out of this list.

This is a pretty long list so I have cut it off here for those who don’t want to scroll so much on their dash. To read the entire list just press keep reading. 

Anyway I hope this helps all those who are interested in our mythologies and folklore, whether from mere curiosity, for the sake of creating art, or to actually join the movement of reviving our precolonial beliefs and practices to the modern day.

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Betting On It

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2.5k

A/N: so this was originally posted on a tumblr i shared with my friends (we no longer use it) but i really love the idea of it so i fixed it up a bit! 

“Let’s make a bet.” You glance up at your best friend across the table. He has an evil glint in his eye, a sign telling you not to go with it but your curiosity gets the better of you.

“What bet?” You tread cautiously.

“Let’s go out on Valentine’s Day and see how many people mistaken us as a couple.” 

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I need to share what I found in my attic last night

By reddit user A10A10A10

I’m an old man living alone in an old house.  My wife and I bought it 10 years ago, just before she passed.  I don’t know how old it is.  If I had to guess, I’d say at least 150 years.  It’s your typical old house in back country southern United States, surrounded by forest and far from the closest neighbor.

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I love the Shakespeare fandom because there’s like 0 drama at all. like you’re a freshman who read Romeo and Juliet so now you wanna get into Shakespeare more? fuck yeah man that’s great. you grew up on all Shakespeare’s comedies but never really wanted to read the tragedies or histories? sweet yo good for you. you don’t ship hamratio? that’s cool that’s cool whatever floats your boat. you’ve never read a single sonnet? great they’re all mushy romance shit anyway. plus its literally just a bunch of history nerds writing fanfiction about centuries old plays so I mean I guess if we’re all lame as fuck there’s no room for bullying

mellowmill  asked:

I'm a huge fan of your work!! Especially your lineart /your inking in general :D If it's no trouble for you to answer, what artists do you look up to? Who inspires you, and who do study from (artist wise) ?

Hello! I’m really glad you like my works, thank you!
My biggest inspiration are probably old czech illustrators and animators. (I guess I kinda answered this question here though how could I forget to mention Josef Lada!) And I think I really learned most from Jiří Trnka’s works, he uses lots of different styles and techniques. Here are some of his works which I love the most - 

this is one of illustrations from Ancient Bohemian Legends (all the illustrations there are the best)

and these are from A Midsummer night’s dream (visual for the animated film)

Hope I answered your question, take care!

April 1st (Fred Weasley x Reader smut)

Request: Hello, can I make a request I’m sorry if they are closed but could it be Fred x reader smut where everyone is celebrating the twins birthday and after the party reader has a surprise for him because he says he feels ‘old’ please and thank you Have a nice day goodbye.

I’m a freakin slacker. It’s definitely not April 1st. Just pretended bc I think I’ve gotten a bit better at smut. But, keep in mind I’m still learning, it’s not the best but it was still fun bc I love Fred.

It was April 1st 2017, the Weasleys were gathered around the small dining room table in The Burrow.

Molly was holding two glorious chocolate cakes that she then set gently in front of her twin sons, who looked greedily at each other then at their beautiful cakes.

They were iced thickly with thirty nine candles and due to limited space, some softly floated above the rest.

You were sitting next to your husband, Fred, admiring his longing face.

You adored the way he still bit his lip like a teenager, awaiting the delicious chocolate cake.

Fred looked young for his age, so did his brother. He was starting to get flecks of grey in his flaming hair and had a couple laugh lines, but the childlike gleam in his eyes made him look as if he were 20.

The families sang and after cake they all sat in the sitting room, passing presents to the twins.

“Ron! This is from MY store” George groaned as he opened a box of sniveling snack boxes.

You laughed as you saw a chucking Ron earn a slap on the shoulder from Hermione.

Fred was opening a gift from his mother.

“Oh… Mum, you’re so thoughtful” He said flatly as he held up a pair of socks.

“All of yours have holes in them!” She stated, she leaned close to him and you barely caught what she said.

“They’re enchanted to make the wearer do an Irish jig” Mrs. Weasley giggled softly.

Fred suddenly stood and hugged her tightly.

George was ripping open another present. His face suddenly went white as he read the note inside, yours was identical when you realized he accidentally opened your gift to Fred.

His eyes flicked over to you, wider than you’ve ever seen them.

“That’s not for you” you whispered quietly through gritted teeth.

“Thank Merlin” He sighed, though still looking disgusted at what he’d just read. “Angelina’d kill us both”

Thankfully everyone was too distracted by the present from Bill and Fleur Fred was opening to notice your little scuffle.

“Oi, Freddie, this ones yours” George said, looking glad to get the note as far away from him as possible, and tossed it to Fred after he was done thanking Bill and Fleur for the new assortment of colorful handkerchiefs.

Fred, seeing it was from you, smiled and opened the letter.

His eyes widened much like his brother but his face became almost as red as his hair.

'I have on that lacey black thing you like, Happy Birthday, Love’

Fred gulped deeply, and quickly crumpled the note and shoved it in his pocket. You knew he secretly loved it when you would turn him on in public.

He locked eyes with you, a familiar mischievous grin sliding across his face.

“There’s more.” You said, giggling.

Fred looked back down at the gift and pulled apart the tissue paper. His jaw dropped, he grabbed and brought the tickets closer to his eyes to inspect them.

“Vat are those?” Asked Fleur, curiously.

“Tickets to America” Fred said breathlessly.

“You get to go on a muggle plane!?” Exclaimed Arthur, his voice full of longing.

You and Fred did okay for yourselves but we’re never able to afford trips. You’d been saving since last year to buy them.

“(Y/N)” Fred said looking up over at you, eyes full of disbelief.

“Well, now I wish I’d kept it” grumbled George.

Fred stood and walked over to you, engulfing you in a tight, loving hug.

“I love you” he murmured over and over in your hair.

“I love you too” you said back when he pulled away, arms still around your waist.

“Where In America?” Asked Hermione.

“New York City!” Your replied, excitedly.
“I’ve never been there but I’ve heard it’s amazing”

“Is it a big city?” asked Arthur, sitting, obviously very curious.

“Very, its full of sky scrapers, lights and people”

“Confounding” he murmured to himself.

“You sure at his age, Fred’ll able to handle that?” Ron chuckled, lightly pushing his older brother.

Seeing the sharp look from Fred, Hermione whispered a threatening “Ron” through gritted teeth.

Not getting the clue as usual, Ron continued.

“I really should have gotten you some hair dye for that grey, but I guess it happens when you get old-OW!” He shouted as Hermione jabbed her elbow into his ribs.

“Well, as much as I’m thankful for you all being here I’m going to have to retire to my flat” said Fred, standing.

You could tell he was upset by the way his face twisted, trying not to show his feelings.

“C'mon Freddie, its only 10” Ron said grabbing his brothers shoulder.

“I guess my age is getting to me” Fred snapped, shrugging off his hand.

“Love you all, thanks for coming” and he aparated to your flat.

The room was quiet for a moment.

“Guess that’s my cue” You said with a chuckle, trying to clear a bit of the tension.

You kissed Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Fleur’s cheeks and hugged Mr. Weasley, Ron, and Bill.

“Goodnight, thanks for coming”

“Bye, (Y/N)”

Everyone waved as you aparated away.

You felt the pressure from aparatting fade as you appeared in your flat.

“Fred?” You spoke softly.

“(Y/N), You-you don’t have to worry about it, I’m fine.” Fred stuttered.

You saw him sitting in his large chair in the sitting room.

“You know he didn’t mean anything by it” You said as you walked over to him and took at seat comfortably across his lap, your legs over the arm of the chair.

Fred let his head rest on your chest, feeling the soft expansion and depression of your lungs and and the rhythmic beating of your heart.

“It’s true” he stated bluntly.

He heard your breath catch, you guided his chin to look up at you.

“Fred, it’s not true.” You said just as blunt back.

You looked deep into each other’s eyes for a moment then you lightly pressed your lips to his round, freckled nose.

He shuddered at the sensation.

“If anything I love your more with a bit of gray, it’s sexy” You whispered as you kissed his temple

“Oh yeah?” He asked chucking “You think an old man is sexy?”

“Love, I’m the same age as you, do you think I’m old?” You asked as you kissed his cheekbone.

“Of course not!” He said defensively.

He paused and looked at you.

“I’m kinda starting to see your point”

You laughed and and finally kissed his lips deeply.

He moaned softly, bringing his hand up and brushing your hair behind your ear and then rested it on your cheek.

You then moved your legs to straddle his lap.

He brought his hands down and rested them on you bum.

You deepened the kiss by dramatically turning your head, brushing your nose gently across his cheek.

You both parted for air.

You looked in his bright eyes, running your fingers though his hair.

“I guess if you’re such and old man, you won’t be able to fuck me on the kitchen counter.”

His eyes darkened, the same boyish smirk you knew since Hogwarts appeared across his face.

He stood, still holding your bum and carried you over and sat you on the counter, then immediately dipped his head down to collide his lips with yours.

Your fingers were knotted in his locks and his fingers glided under your shirt softly caressing your hips.

You felt his erection growing in his kakis on your thigh.

You brought a hand down and rubbed him through his pants, his mouth causing his breath to hitch.

He pulled from your lips and kissed down your neck, stopping to suck and nibble on your skin.

“Fuck, Fred” You moaned as he found a particularly sensitive spot.

He pulled away causing you to let out a cry, he grabbed both your cheeks with his large hands and looked in your eyes.

“I love you” he whispered, looking desperately at you, as if he were afraid you didn’t feel the same.

You replicated his movements and brought your smaller hands to his cheeks.

“I love you” You repeated.

Fred was satisfied with this and a huge smile grew on his face, his crows feet crinkling as he looked at you.

“Are you going to do something?” You asked raising your eyebrows, your cheeks starting to turn pink at the way he was staring at you.

He let out and chuckle.

“I just still can believe you’re mine”

Before you could answer he kissed you passionately, only parting for a a second for to pull your shirt over your head.

You worked at his magenta, paisley button up shirt that clashed magnificently with his red hair.

He pushed his tongue in your mouth as you slipped his shirt off his shoulders.

He explored fervently as he pulled your jeans down, revealing the tight, black, lacey panties that drove him wild.

He moaned at the sight and before you could, quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants.

He ran his fingers across your stomach as he pulled away, kissing down you chest then removing your bra, eagerly.

He sucked on your nipples, twirling his tongue causing you to let out a strangled moan.

You reached your hands down and pulled his rock hard erection from his boxers and started to stoke it up and down, feeling the pre cum dribble down your hand.

He groaned and pulled away, tilting his head back.

He slipped two fingers into your panties and felt your warm, wet heat.

“So wet for me” he moaned softly in your ear “Always so wet for me”

He entered his fingers, stretching you out quickly.

You stroked his cock faster causing him to bite his lip.

He pulled his fingers out of you and rubbed your swollen clit, spreading your juices. You writhed, bucking your hips against his fingers.

Then without warning he pulled your panties aside, still wanting to feel them when he fucked you.

You gasped at the cold air hitting you warm core.

You let go of his penis and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Please, Fred” You begged and he rubbed his tip up and down your folds.

He entered, barely filling you, then pulled out, causing you to whine.

He loved to make you beg.

“How much to your want my cock?” He asked, his voice rough in your ear.

“I’ll do anything” you begged, trying to wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.

“Anything? I guess I can’t refuse that.” He stated and shoved into you deeply.

You both groaned loudly, the feeling of this throbbing erection buried deep inside you was like no other.

He gave you open mouth kisses on your neck as he started to thrust in and out slowly.

The pace was agonizing

“H-harder” you stuttered the command, and Fred followed orders immediately.

His pace went faster, and faster.

The sounds of skin slapping and moans of both yours and Fred’s filled the air.

You felt the knot in your stomach growing and you knew you were close. By the look on Fred’s face, he was too.

Then he hit the special place in you that gave you insane pleasure.

You screamed his name as he hit it over and over.

“I’m close, love” he said with staggering breath, his face was heavenly.

“Me too” You squealed.

You clenched around him tightly, you could feel his cock twitch and the sweet sound the left his lips as he finished inside you caused the knot to burst.

Moans fell from your lips as you leaned forward, pressing kisses to his neck and chest as you both rode out your orgasms.

When he pulled out completely, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed your chest to his in a tight hug.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and nestled your nose in his neck.

“I appreciate you a lot, and I don’t know what I’d do without you” he said, muffled from his lips being on your shoulder.

“And I’m excited for that trip” He added.

“Me too” you agreed, humming softly.

“And about that 'anything’ you said you’d do…”

You giggled.

“ Yeah, what about it?”

He looked embarrassed at you, his cheeks turning a bit pink under his freckled skin.

“Could you, um.. swing by mum and dad’s and pick up the rest of that cake?”

You laughed loudly, rolling your eyes your boyish husband.

“I got so mad, I forgot to grab it and it’d be embarrassing going back to get it after I stormed out” he said looking down at you with a small smile.

You pressed a finger to his lips.

“Consider it done.”

anonymous asked:

I'm a 2nd year vet student and although I'm absolutely loving it and it's my passion, I'm scared that I'm investing so much and spending 6 (very hard) years to become a vet, only to get there and eventually fall out of love with the profession. I also find myself wondering if I'm really cut out for it - the financial, mental, and emotional strain. I think I'm just doubting myself, but idk. Did you have any doubts? How did you reassure yourself? Thanks so much, it's really really appreciated.

Hey Worrier, let me tell you a secret.

I’m 30 years old, went into vet straight out of high school, have worked for 7 years, moved interstate and back again and published a novel and I still have doubts.

I doubt and I worry and I second guess myself all the time. My default state is ‘worried about something’.

I always doubt my decisions, but the way I practice veterinary medicine is by gathering evidence that my treatment plan will work. I don’t really hope, I don’t have any blind faith, I function by accumulating evidence.

And evidence would suggest that I’m not making the worst calls in the world. Therefor I will continue to do so. 

I think it’s normal to have doubts. I think it’s healthy. If you don’t stop occasionally to question what it is you’re doing, whether these things you believe are truly things you believe or whether they’re things other people have told you that you believe, then you might find yourself very far off track and not know how to get back to yourself.

If you’re feeling lost, I can tell you how I figured myself out, what parts of me were really me and what matters.

  • Take some pieces of paper, at least six. They don’t have to be big.
  • Write one or two words down on each piece, answering the following: I am __________
  • Look at them. Are they right? Is the word you’ve found the correct one for the feeling or concept you’re trying to get down?
  • When you’re done, when you’ve written down everything you think you are, look at them all.
  • Choose three. Throw the rest away.
  • The ones you threw away don’t matter. They might be nice, but they’re not you, not the heart of you.
  • Of the three you have left, pick one. That’s the vital one. That’s you. Put it somewhere safe, don’t lose it.
  • The two you have left are important, but you could lose both of them and still be you.

I know that if I can hold on to the one thing which is truly me, then the rest of the world can change around me and I still wont be lost. If I had to I could let veterinary medicine slide, so long as I still keep the way of thinking that it’s taught me.

Maybe I wouldn’t be cut out for it. Maybe I wont be in the future. But that doesn’t matter, because it’s not integral to my being or my existence. Veterinary medicine is just a think I am doing, and if I do it well, then so much the better. It might be a mighty, nearly all consuming thing, but it is just a thing and not part of me. I hope that makes sense.

Writing it down is what I did, many years ago. I hope it helps you too.


Here are just some of my old sonas only going back as far as 2012 since any older files would not exist on this laptop. 

Before that I was a teddy bear, a stuffed bat, a cat, a bunny, a black dragon named black magic, a moth, like goodness sometimes I could change sonas in the span of a week. 

Let me tell you it was frustrating as hell. It was a long and arduous process that took a good span of my life so I feel you on the sona thing. 

Gonna include more under the cut.

This is really long cause its really personal sorry’’’’

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here is a Really Good Pro Art Tip: if you don’t know what to draw for the background just put some polka dots it usually works

anonymous asked:

would michael skateboard

probably :0c i mean i doubt he’d be SPECTACULAR on it but he can skateboard well and do a couple of cool tricks that he may or may not have learned when he was younger because jeremy thought it was cool. it fits his Aesthetic

jeremy still thinks its kinda cool but doesnt really say it out loud. he cant skateboard because his balance is bad and also he’s like all limbs so him on any set of wheels (aside from rollerskating) is a Bad Time

anonymous asked:

I used to have this poster of Marilyn Monroe in my dorm room and every time I passed her, I tapped the poster for good luck on the test I'd have later that day. Now whenever I see Marilyn Monroe, I think about all of the good luck taps and if I see one in public, I give it a tap for old time's sake. I guess I haven't really changed much since, but whenever I see Marilyn, I know she's looking out for me.

i know this is an answer for that other post but honestly just on its own I love this. it makes me so happy. thank you.

I’ve been writing and rewriting the words that are supposed to describe how I feel about you now. I don’t hate you, but I don’t love you either. And I don’t love you, but I do care about what happens to you. And I wouldn’t be here to give you the world but I do wish you the best. I just don’t know how I’m supposed to remember us. Do I keep the good memories and all of the words that I really hope you meant when you said them? Or do I hold onto the worst of us as a reminder of who we’d never be?
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what the fuck

err.. enlighten me but.. isn’t that the same kanji… o_O

(i know it says “former” and this is old and all but still lmao what thE ACTUAL FUCK??!! :’D)

She calls to you, even now

Haven’t drawn a Naten in a while so have a really fast teen angst Nathan. I wanna make one for all the boys.

PS my hand lettering is so bad I’m so sorry

tobbles  asked:

If it's okay can I ask about the whole r/c/darts thing? Like what happened? I mean I used to follow them because I really really liked their art but I wasn't an active enough follower to see this? And I guess if there was fetishising involved I never really noticed it because I was all like 'oh that's nice! Representation for more feminine looking trans men!' I have no idea what really happened.

Ok yeah I guess I should explain the rcdarts thing. 

It’s old discourse but I had a small part in it so here it is.

1. The artist in question used the fact that they were trans to justify calling trans men “mindless sluts” and fetishizing the FUCK out of them. The only problem is, they weren’t a trans man, they were agender, They drew Captain America as a trans man with boobs bigger than his head and a big ol badonkadonk. 

Disgusting, fetishizing, and potentially triggering. A lot of trans boys who followed them had their dysphoria triggered by their shitty art. That includes your local resident Dad. Also they drew him, who in their canon was a gay trans man, having sex with a lesbian trans woman. Who was also very poorly drawn. 

And they were kind of a giant dickhole on twitter.

Giant dickhole exhibit A: Saying trans men can only be portrayed (even if they’re depressed) as happy or having sex.

Giant Dickhole exhibit B: Taking a very nice compliment and throwing a bitchfit about it (also they dislike overwatch, which is a special interest for me, so that’s fucking annoying to me personally).

Giant Dickhole Exhibit C: Shitting on the art of someone who disagrees with their disgusting portrayal of trans men,

Giant Dickhole Exhibit D, or as I call it, the smoking gun: They are angry that trans people hate their art, say that because they’re trans so it’s okay to draw fetishizing porn of trans men with giant 36 DD chests (reminder, they’re agender, not a trans man), and then then say awful shit like “LMAO SOME TRANS GUYS HAVE BIG TITTES OMG”. This tweet is exactly why people hate rcdarts. They’re a prick who treats trans people less like people and more like sex objects.

The nail in their coffin was the things they mentioned on the bottom of their most infamous post.

it is HEAVILY implied they don’t want steve to get top surgery because they love oogling his body. Fucking disgusting.

anonymous asked:

i'm just curious but do you have a favorite piece that you've done and can i drew fanart of your oc?

im not sure! i’d have to go back and look through everything cause there’s a couple i’m proud of but i guess one of them would be this:

its from two years ago and while i don’t really like the background i still like how the person’s character came out with the lighting and all :,) there’s mistakes but considering its something old i still think it looks cool. 

as for your second question yes feel free!

half of the cops in my hometown and at least three (3) of my old schoolteachers have donated money to my mom’s gofundme and it’s strangely validating like most abusive parents lie and say they know all of the cops and that there’s no one for you to turn to but my mom wasn’t lying back then and i knew it and she emailed my teachers all the time to know exactly how awful i was day-to-day and i was aware of it then and as far as i know she still complains/jokes about what a problem child i was to my teachers when she sees them in the store she works at like… the isolation wasn’t in my head it was real™ y’all i wasn’t crazy hooray 

this is a bit late because these past couple of days have been pretty chaotic, but have some of my thoughts about this last 19 days chapter!! this is unnecessary long and it’s mostly me being very confused and a bit frustrated and asking way too many questions, but i hope it can still be somewhat interesting to read!!

  • as i already said, im a bit disappointed that we didn’t get the continuation of the tianshan scene. even if it was to be expected since this is old xian’s usual m.o., it’s still kinda frustrating to never get a proper conclusion to this kind of moments. i understand that old xian might not want to linger on them and have the two pairs having a proper conversation because it wouldn’t be fast-paced enough and it would make them progress too fast, but slowing things down and giving the characters more introspection would actually be way more satisfying for the readers
  • also i just want to know how the hell did tianshan ended up going from that moment to he tian calling jian yi, like, WHAT. WHY.
  • which reminds me, how did he tian know jian yi was back?? did zheng xi tell him? did jian yi? or did he tian just try to call him and it went well?? i mean, i know this is a meaningless detail and that most of the time we are supposed to feel in the gaps, but not knowing these things frustrates me so much sometimes

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