i had so much fun colouring this thing you don't even know

mafia!EXO reaction when they get overprotective & jealous

(requested by anon: Could you do a mafia!au with exo when they get overprotective just like you did with bts?)

BTS version

warnings: smut, violence, swearing, dominant-submissive behaviour

You’re new to the gang and you’re already great with everyone except the leader. You didn’t talk to him much because you were scared of him as he was very short-tempered and dangerous. That’s why you were sort of submissive towards him and he adored it.. secretly. You would continue to be scared of him and not talk to him if a guy didn’t approach you today and if that didn’t trigger the leader..


He leaned against the wall, staring at you two. As your eyes met Sehun’s dark ones, Sehun lost it. He walked furiously over and punched the guy couple of times. You got up and moved Sehun away calming him down, as the guy went away. „Oppa please don't“ you whispered as you hugged him while he tried pushing past you. That finally calmed him down so he hugged you but he was still glaring at the guy. „Nobody touches you or comes near you except me. No. One.“ he growled into your ear.


His anger was rising but he managed to control it and just glare at you two. The guy went away so you got up and as you turned you almost kissed Chanyeol how close he was. „Is it fun to piss me off?“ he said as you gave him a puzzled look. He grabbed your wrist roughly and pulled you into his „office“. He placed you on the table so that he was between your legs. He grabbed your neck softly and pulled you closer. „Let me show you what else is fun“ he said while rubbing his dick against your jeans.


As you started talking to the guy he stopped all of his actions and focused only on you. You felt his gaze on you and it sent a shiver down your spine. You excused yourself from the guy and went over to Baek. Since he was sitting on the sofa looking at the guy with a creepy, killer look you knew it was best to calm him down before he really kills someone. You sat on him so that you straddled him and you hugged him playing with the end of his hair. He eventually stopped staring and hugged you back tightly.


He was super irritated and he didn’t mind showing it. „Yah, move away from her before I lose my damn temper“ he yelled at the guy who was dumbfounded. But since the words came from the leader he went away immediately. You walked over to Kai who was looking deeply into your eyes. You placed your hands on his chest and fixed his some-sort-of-a-suits collar. „I’d like it more if you took that off in my bedroom rather than fix it right now“ he said with an amused, dark expression.


You knew one of his „signs“ which showed he was on the edge. And that sign happened, he wiped his lips and his pupils became larger, darker. „I think you should go now“ you whispered to the boy who listened to you and went away. You reached Lay and moved your look away from his because that was the best thing to do now. „He was so cute even I wanted to bite him.. and tear his limbs off“ he spitted it out almost. „But I don’t wanna do that.. Instead I want to bite you. In my bed with you naked“


He was having a calm posture but he was far from calm. He didn’t want you to see his bad side. He went back to his „office“ and sat patiently waiting for you to show up. You entered a few minutes after and turned around to close the doors. Just as you were about to turn around he pressed you against the door, pressing his dick roughly against you. „I promised myself I won’t show you my bad, dangerous side.. but you won’t escape it now“


As he started biting his inner lip you knew it wasn’t good. Plus he’s been staring for a few minutes now with his famous i-will-fucking-kill-you look. „Sorry I have to go to oppa“ you said startling the guy. You came up to him and stood in front of him while he just sat and watched you angrily. He pulled your arm fiercely so you were on his level. „You don’t know how close I was to taking you to my office and spanking your bratty ass a million and one fucking time“


He gave the guy an obviously unamused look so he went away. He pulled you into his „office“. „You really have a terrible taste in men you know?“ you were unamused so you were your cocky self. „That’s right. That’s why I fell for your stupidass“ Instantly his posture changed and his eye colour got darker. „What did you just say to me?“ his breathing got low. „Better apologise now and I might go easy on you“ he grabbed your ass really hard making you cry out. „Suppose you like it rough. How lucky, me too“


You noticed his deadly look a bit too late. He got to him already and started punching him. „You know she’s mine you brat“ he yelled at him. You were shook but you had to calm him down. „Chen“ you said as you moved him away but with almost no success, he was so god damn strong. „Chen!“ you yelled while burying yourself into his chest to distract him. His breathing and death glares have gradually faded and he hugged you back, kissing your forehead.


He lost it the second the guy came up to you. „Aish you bastard“ he was walking furiously towards him. He was almost unstoppable. He punched him so many times the guys had to move him away as well as the other guy. You were angry at him but you had to calm him down now. You came up to him and touched his hands which were stained with a bit of blood. „I’m gonna lose my god damn mind because of you“ he said complaining. „Yah you’re the one who is guilty for this mess“ you said angrily. He came to you inches apart from you face. „One more time have a bratty attitude, you won’t be able to walk for a fucking week“


He was just glaring intensely. It became quite uncomfortable so you wanted to leave. „I will leave now. Talk to you later“ you nodded and left towards the angry leader. You weren’t the type to provoke people but Kris got quite on your nerves. Lately he has been so cold to you but now no one can approach you. „If you really cared about me so much you’d be nicer to me“ „Do you want me to show you how nice and good I can be?“ he said just a bit above the whisper with an amused, dark look.


He’d just stare and glare until he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He came up to you and led you out on the fresh, cold air. „Tao it’s cold, I wanna go in“ you said trembling. „No. You’re not going amongst any guys. You’ll be only with me“ As he saw you trembling he opened his arms and unzipped his jacket. „Come here“ You hesitated but there was no such thing with Tao. He pulled you into a hug covering you with his jacket. „When I say come here I want you to listen to me. That goes for anything I say“

xx sorry for the long wait this turned out long af lol.. hope anon is satisfied, keep requesting; im writing all the other requests too dont worry ❤️  xx

I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 1

*PART 2* | *PART 3*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1360

Warnings: MISTERY, some cursing, mention of alcohol, some sexual content

A/N(IMPORTANT): Hi! This is my first fanfiction in Riverdale fandom. I hope you will like it if you do I will write the second part. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc. I can write anything.  
Also the thoughts are write in italics. (Y/F/C) means your favourite colour. 

Shit, I forget to close the curtains, again. The sunlight on my faced waked me up. I slowly opened one eye and then quickly closed it. That was definitely not my room.

Let’s think. I’m not naked, that’s good, but this is definitely not my t-shirt and my bra is missing. That’s bad. I moved my hand to the other side of the bed. It was empty but slightly warm. I’m not a person who change the bedsides during the sleep. I felt the pain. I had a big bruise on my arm.
What is the last thing I remember? I was trying, but nothing comes to me. I didn’t remember anything from the last night.

I opened my eyes. The room was nice, small but comfy. I sat on the bed. I was wearing the big grey t-shirt with the letter “S” on it. Yup, definitely not mine. I looked for my clothes, but I couldn’t find them. Excellent, I have only t-shirt and underwear. I stood up and opened the door. The living room was brighter than the bedroom, so it took my few seconds before I was able to see clearly. This room was also very small, one table, three chairs and an old TV where the only furniture that could fit in. My eyes stopped one the pair of blue-green ones.

“Good morning (Y/N),” said Jughead quietly. He was sitting at the table with his laptop opened. He was wearing his famous beanie. I looked down at my clothes then again at him.

My mind was screaming. I was in Jughead’s Jones apartment. I didn’t even know that he has an apparent. Basically, I didn’t know much about him. Everyone called him the school freak. He was a best friend of Archie who was one of my bests friends but he never introduced Jughead to me. I never talked to Jughead. I don’t know if I ever told him “hello”.

“What am I doing here?” I said, my voice was a bit little bit shaky.

“Wait. You don’t remember?” He looked confused. And then his faced started to change colour to red.

I shook my head.

“You think… You where… I mean you was…but it wasn’t…” he tried to create a sentence. I didn’t know that the human face can be so red. Normally I would wait to see if it can go even redder but now I need answers.

“Yesterday was a party, right?” I tried to make my voice as confident as I could.

“Yes.” I heard the relief in his voice.

“You wasn’t there, was you?”

“No. I am not a fan of parties.”


“C'mon (Y/N)! It will be fun!”

“Kevin, you know that I have an important test on Monday,” I said looking at my best friend’s big smile.He knew that he won and I didn’t have any more arguments. He was talking about Reggie’s party for almost a week. Well, the whole school was talking about it.

“You already knew all the material! And the party is on Friday so you will have a whole Sunday to review.”

“Fine, you win.”

“What did he win?” I heard Archie’s voice behind me.

“(Y/N) is going to Reggie’s party. That mean you own me 10 bucks, Andrews”

“No, I own you five and the other five to Veronica,” he said.

“(Y/N) is going to the party? I knew it,“ the raven hair girl high-fived with Kevin.

“I literally hate all of you right now,” I laughed

“You know you love us,” Kevin said and hugged me.

“Yeah probably.”


“So… I went to the party with Archie, Veronica and Kevin?” I said my thoughts out loud.

“I don’t think so. You went with Reggie,” He was surprised and so was I.


“I’m definitely not wearing that,” I said when I saw the dress what Veronica was holding.

“It’s perfect for you!” she said

“At least try it!” Kevin was digging in closed. He was in “the Stylist mood”.

“Why I can’t wear jeans and some top?”

“Because no,” Ronnie put the dress in my hand. “Try it!”

“No, I said I’m not wearing that.”

“(Y/N)! Reggie ask you out! You should look perfect!”

“Thank you very much, Ronnie,” I said little bit angry.

“You know that’s not what I mean” Ronnie looked at my and rolled her eyes. “Kevin, maybe you could help me?”

“Yeah (Y/N) you definitely should wear a dress, but this one,” he said and show us the beautiful (Y/F/C) dress.

“Okay, I hope that you are proud. Give my that dress,”  I said.


The awkward silence was filling the small room. I looked at the window next to the table. I tried to recall anything from the party but there was the big black hole in my memory. I looked at Jughead. My biggest mystery. What happened last night? What did I say? What have I done? I felt so stupid. I wasn’t the kind of girl that gets drunk on the party and have sex with a random person. I least I thought that I wasn’t. I didn’t even remember getting drunk.

I looked at Jughead’s face. He looked confused maybe concerned.  It was really hard to read his face.

“Where is my dress?” I ask.

“It’s torn.” He said. “It’s not what I meant. Well it is, but it was torn before you get here… I mean it’s not…” He started to loose in his words.

“Can I have a coffee?” I asked and again I saw the relief on his face.

“Yeah sure. What kind would you like?” He closed his laptop and stood up.

“Just (black/white)” I said


“Hey,” I said when I saw Reggie

“Hey! You look beautiful!” He said and opened the car door for me.


It took only 10 minutes and we were at Reggie’s driveway. The conversation we had was surprisingly interesting. The party already started.

“I left the keys to my brother so he let everyone in” Reggie explained with a smile.


“Thanks,” he said and put his hand on my waist. “Do you have any favourite drink or you let me make you something special?”

“I think I’m going to trust your taste,” I said and he disappeared in the crowd.


“Thanks,” I said when he gave me my coffee. I took a sip. “It’s good” I sited on the chair. 

“I don’t remember anything,” I said quietly.

He looked at me and nodded.

“I remember getting at the party but that’s all.” My voice changed to whisper.

He opened his mouth and then closed it and shook his head.

“You must be cold,” he said finally.

I was little bit confused

“Yeah, I am,” I said surprised. I didn’t notice this before. God, I was still only in the T-shirt and the underwear. I felt embarrassed and tried to covered myself, but Jughead disappeared in the bedroom. After about five minutes he was back and I already finished my coffee.

“Here,” he said and gave me a pair of blue jeans, black t-shirt and his denim jacket. “The bathroom is there” he pointed the door. “Feel free to used shower if you want.”

“Thanks,” I said and took the clothes. “Jughead… how drunk was I?” I said not looking into his eyes.

He brushed back the black hair had fled from his beanie.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.


“Here you go” I heard Reggie voice. He was holding two drinks. I smiled and reach out for one of them. “No, this one is mine!” He said and handed me the other one.

I laughed. "They are exactly the same!“ I said but I took it.

“Yeah, but this one is especially for you,” he winked.

“Thanks,” I said and took a sip.

#helpless (hamilton, a writeup)

okay so tl;dr? i cried. i frickin sat there with two teardrops rolling down my face and chin and neck and i couldn’t frickin wipe it away because i was so invested (and also i didn’t want to ruin my makeup) and it was just. it was so good guys. so good.

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Ship: Hunk/Keith

Words: 1672

A/N: Why am I doing this I have a script to write asdfghjkl whatever, here you go!

In space, the concept of time was abstract. There were no suns or moons to relay the passage of days – the world was plunged into eternal darkness. Hell, even the units of measurements were different. Seconds, minutes and days made way for ticks, dobashes and quintants.

So Keith couldn’t tell you exactly what time he woke up. He couldn’t even say ‘in the middle of the night’ because deep in space, the word night lost meaning.

But he could tell you that it was from a frightening dream. His hair was mussed, body caked in sweat and shaking, his heart racing.

This had been going on for weeks. Ever since Shiro’s disappearance, ever since that battle of Zarkon, ever since Keith was practically forced to step up as the black paladin even though he felt in his heart that he was far from ready. He had just gotten used to the idea that he was part Galra for quiznak’s sake before the universe placed this heavy burden on his shoulders.

Next to him a body shifted slightly. Keith glanced over, scared that he’d woken them up.

“Keith…? Are you awake?”

The former red paladin would forever blame this on a moment of weakness but very stupidly he said, “No.”


The body shifted some more, and Keith mentally cursed as it sat up completely and wholly, leaning against the back. A heavy sigh came out of his partner’s lips as he looked over at him with the kindest eyes Keith had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

“Nightmare?” Hunk asked, though it was already clear that he knew from the look of concern in his eyes.

Keith nodded anyway, scrunching the sheets in his fists. Hunk smiled softly before scooting over and wrapping his arms around him. Keith could never verbally express when he wanted physical reassurance, but Hunk could read him like a manual. He knew all his mannerisms, knew how he operated and for that Keith was grateful.

His shaking eased in his arms. It was a strange arrangement, sure. Keith would be the first to admit it. The first time he’d had this nightmare he’d woken up alone in his own room. It was unbearable, there was no one around to help him and though he mostly considered himself a lone wolf, Keith couldn’t stand the loneliness, the isolation. Out there he had a team – people he could depend on, but in his own company he had nobody to turn to.

That’s how he found himself wandering the ship during the sleeping hours. For a full week he avoided sleeping and did other things to occupy his time. He trained, he read, did anything really. But the sleepless nights had begun to take a toll on him. He suspected everyone noticed, but nobody wanted to say anything – what could they say? Everyone was dealing with the loss of Shiro in different ways.

This all changed three weeks ago. During one of Keith’s late night wanderings he had bumped into Hunk who had apparently gotten up to get himself a glass of water. Hunk could see just how wrecked Keith was and with just one enquiring sentence, Keith told him everything. He told him about the nightmares, about being afraid of waking up alone, about being alone again, about how his new position was taking a toll on him.

Hunk took all this in, and after about thirty minutes of listening and not speaking a word, a single sentence came out.

“You can sleep with me tonight.”

And that was that. It was such a simple solution, but it did wonders. At first Hunk thought it best that he slept on the floor but Keith wanted them both to be in the bed. It was a childish thought, but he figured if they were close then somehow he would be protected from his nightmares. And it helped to some extent.

Keith couldn’t help but feel bad, though. He was taking a full nights’ rest away from Hunk and that’s why he didn’t want him to wake up. But he supposed that it was too late now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hunk asked quietly. “It seemed…worse than the other ones.”

Keith said nothing at first, just basking in the feeling of Hunk’s arms around him.

“It was…different. I mean, it was mostly the same but…”

Hunk said nothing, an indicator for Keith to continue after he gathered his thoughts.

“It was exactly the same dream. We were on some planet in the middle of some weird Galra war, and there was so much yelling and blood. Guns were firing everywhere and I was running towards something. Exactly the same as always. And then there was a body wearing paladin armour. There was so much blood-I couldn’t see the colour, I don’t remember it. And then…”

Hunk tightened his grip on his reassuringly, telling him without words that it was okay for him to continue but at the same time if he didn’t want to he didn’t need to.

“I was used to it. I knew if I took off the helmet I would see Shiro’s face. That’s how it was for the past few weeks. But when I did it wasn’t Shiro. It was…oh god…it was you.”

Keith closed his eyes and placed his head on Hunk’s shoulder. “The thought of Shiro dying is devastating, sure. But for some reason seeing you on the ground, dead, lifeless, I just couldn’t take it. You’re the one thing that keeps me anchored.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Hunk said reassuringly. “I know it’s hard. I know, but I’m right here and I swear that as long as you want me around I’m not going anywhere.”

“What if I want you around forever?”

Hunk froze. “What?”

Keith mentally facepalmed and retracted, moving away from him. Oh my God, did I just say that? he wondered in mortification before he curled in on himself. He’d never felt his face get so red in his life. That was no better than a confession. And yeah, sure, the idea of them being together was great, perfect actually. And the thought of waking up next to the yellow paladin for the rest of his life was more than Keith could ever hope for. And the idea of Hunk dedicating his affection to him and only him was incredible. But there was no way Hunk liked him. He liked Shay, or at least had a thing for her. Even Keith noticed. He noticed very much. He was only doing this…whatever this was, because he was nice. It just a Hunk thing to do. But it would be a lie to say that Keith didn’t like him on a deeper level.

He never knew him at the garrison, he didn’t really know anybody. It was only when the whole Voltron thing started that he got to know him. Back then it was just a sort of admiration; Hunk was fun and goofy but at the same time he was fierce and passionate. Over time that admiration evolved into something more but this feeling he felt right now only came into fruition when they went onto that mission together. When Hunk let him know in his own special Hunk way that it didn’t matter what race he was, he would accept him. When he needed that reassurance the most, Hunk gave it to him.

Hunk would do anything, anything, for his friends. He’d die for them if given the opportunity. But as mentioned before, that was just a part of his personality. There was no doubt in Keith’s mind that if any of the other paladins had nightmares that he’d do exactly the same for them as he did for Keith.  This wasn’t special treatment, and it would do more harm than good if he thought so. In the end he’d have to deal with a broken heart on top of every other quiznakking thing he’s had to deal with in the last few months alone.


“I think it’s best if this is the last time I sleep in your room,” he said without looking up.

“Keith, come on. Look at me.”

Keith fought the urge to, he really did, but he couldn’t help peaking up at him.

When Hunk noticed this movement, he placed his hand on top of one of Keith’s with a soft smile on his face. Everything about him was just so tender and sweet and soft…

“Forever isn’t nearly enough time.”

Keith’s heart stuttered. Did he just…?

The former red paladin unfurled himself as Hunk held onto one of his hands, threading his fingers through Keith’s. A cheeky grin formed on his face.

“Question is, are you willing to put up with me for that long?”

Keith looked at their interlaced hands in wonder. They felt so natural together, like they belonged and suddenly he wondered how he’d managed to go this long without knowing this feeling.

“I don’t…I thought…but Shay?”

Hunk chuckled. “Shay is someone I care about, sure. But I don’t really like her. I never did.”

“You like me?”

Hunk kissed the back of his hand. “Wasn’t it obvious? Pidge and Lance seemed to think so. Shiro too.”

Keith didn’t know what to say.  He didn’t know what to think. He just gawked at him, awestruck.

“Look let’s go to sleep now, okay? We can talk more about us later.”

Keith nodded numbly before lying back down. Hunk did the same, but kept his arms around him with his chest pressing into his Keith’s back. The former red paladin felt him nuzzle himself into the crook of his neck and place a soft kiss there.

“Sweet dreams, Keith.”

And for the first time in weeks, Keith wasn’t afraid to fall asleep. It was weird but he had a feeling that could actually look forward to a peaceful sleep for the rest of the night. A rare soft smile graced his features as he cuddled closer to Hunk and closed his eyes.

“You too, big guy.”

mr-fujita  asked:

Hello! How are you? First thanks for following me. Well as you know, I'm a big fan of Mr. Hajime from Rurouni Kenshin. but I didn't forget the fact that there's other Saitou Hajime. Some people said to me that It would be nice to watch Hakuouki. And as you are a big fan of it I would like to ask you the major differences of both Saitou Hajimes ^^ Anyway I don't know if you watched RK. Even if you don't what kind of personality Saitou from Hakuouki has? Btw you have a nice tumblr! Love the Chibis

Thanks for such a great question!  (And for your welcome and for checking out my blog!)   😊  (I’m glad you like the chibis.)

I have watched several episodes of RK and enjoyed them.  I had planned to finish watching the whole series, but got busy with writing and life.  Periodically I sneak in another episode.  At least one friend on tumblr [that’s you @shell-senji ] was a RK fan, before getting into Hakuouki.  I know that she enjoyed (and still enjoys) both series a great deal.   🌸

Hakuouki (both the game and the anime) is quite faithful to the events of the fall of the shogunate.  This means that a lot of the Shinsengumi die.  However, Hakuouki has a supernatural element; surprisingly, this doesn’t upset the historical feel of the story as much as you would expect.  🌸

Saitou in Hakuouki is younger and possibly a little less hard/cold than Saitou in RK (he is known for being cold/expressionless, however).  He is a self-declared killer: that’s his job and he does his job with immense skill and near absolute loyalty to his commanding officers and the ideals of the Shinsengumi and the way of the bushi.  Despite what I first thought when I watched RK, there are notable similarities between the characters.  🌸

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The Life and Times of a Sullen Coffee Shop Employee

Enjolras/Grantaire, Courferre

Summary: Grantaire and Courfeyrac pine for the two new regulars coming to the coffee shop and Montparnasse is 110% done with their shit.
It’s a coffee shop AU. Montparnasse POV.

Based on this set of headcanons.

Part I of The Life and Times of a Sullen Coffee Shop Employee

(Part II) (Part III)(Part IV)

Rated: T

≈ 2900 words

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To say Montparnasse doesn’t understand people who are able to be in a good mood before 7am would be an understatement and well, it’s not in his nature to do understatements.

People who are happy, smiling, laughing and - worst of all - talking before 7am are the bane of his existence and he’ll understand the workings of the universe before he’ll understand said people.

It’s 6:56.

Courfeyrac bursts through the door of the coffee shop with a grin as wide as the Nile delta.

“Good morning everyone, how are my most favourite co-workers today? I swear to God, I had the most terrific morning, it’s going to be an absolutely perfect day, I can feel it in my -”

“If you say one more word I will destroy everyone you love and care about.”

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AU where Stiles is actually a dragon. for smokesforwolves 

Stiles researching a paper or the new big bad in town and following a random link and reading until it’s suddenly 3 in the morning and he has 10 pages of notes about the history of circumcision or kelpie folklore. He can’t help it, once a particular subject catches his eye he just needs to know everything about it. He puts all the information he gathers on a USB stick and he feels calmer when he carries it with him. (His mom collected stories, there are boxes of books in the attic but her favourites were always the kind that were never written down.) 

His mom made him promise never to tell, it had to be a secret, what they were, because there was always someone who still believed and things never ended well for dragons in all the stories. It was an easy promise for him to keep.

Then Scott gets bitten and werewolves are one thing, but how exactly do you tell your friend, ‘Oh and by the way I’m actually a mythical fire-breathing lizard.’ Besides, it was probably better if everyone still thought dragons were just as non existent as unicorns (and god there’s a thought, if he was real, were unicorns still a thing too?).

So he keeps it hidden, and if he’s a little stronger or heals a bit faster than the average human, well, nobody seems to notice (he tries to ignore how much that hurts.) 

Derek looks at him funny sometimes and Stiles wonders if he smells different (his mom always told him dragons were made of smoke and magic and starlight) but he never says anything so neither does Stiles.

Stiles hasn’t changed since his mom died, not even just a little like he used to when he was a kid, just enough to change his eyes and see the colours he never had names for (he googled it once, humans can only see 3 different wavelengths of light, he’s pretty sure dragons can see all of them) and the threads of magic woven through everything. He wonders though, when he watches Derek with his new betas, if pack bonds are something he’d be able to see. (He remembers the threads of light around his mom slowly unravelling and fading away.)

It all comes out eventually, he always knew it would. 

A group of hunters decides it would be fun to finish what Kate started and burn the rest of the Hale pack, and, ‘C’mon guys, really? Fire in the middle of the woods in California during summer. What would Smokey the Bear say?’ Bad Guy Number 1 just smirks at him and asks if he’d like to go first. And honestly, he couldn’t have asked for a better opening than that. If someone’s going be set on fire here, he really is the best choice and these guys look like the special kind of sadists that aren’t going to back down any time soon.

The look on Derek’s face when he says yes breaks something loose inside him and suddenly Stiles is furious at these assholes for putting Derek through this again. 

The kerosene stings his eyes as it splashes over him. Someone is screaming in the background. Stiles watches as the hunter flicks open the flame on his lighter and throw it. Everything after that is a mess of heat and light and fire.

Stiles wakes up naked in a bathtub covered in an emergency thermal blanket and his entire body aches like he just ran a marathon. Which, not the weirdest place he’s ever woken up if he’s being honest. Except. He blinks, yep that’s Derek Hale sitting on the floor next to him.

“Hey,” Stiles croaks, his voice is kinda scratchy and his throat is killing him. “So, I ahh-”

“Don’t,” Derek interrupts him, his voice breaking slightly. “Don’t ever do that again. I can’t-” He pauses, “I thought you were dead, Stiles.”

Stiles grins weakly at him, “Fire can’t kill a dragon.” 

Derek lets out an actual growl at that. “Oh, come on, dude. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to use that,” Stiles says. 

Then after a moment, “I promise.”

In the end it turns out there was minor forest fire, which was quickly brought under control by emergency services. The cause was attributed to careless hikers and not, in fact, a certain magical fire-breathing lizard. 

dan, you’re drunk go home

summary: vidcon is over, and dan and phil are at the afterparty. dan’s had a bit too much to drink and turns into phil trash #1, and phil’s v embarrassed.  

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trigger warnings: drinking, mentions of loud noises, music and crowds

a/n: inspired by dan’s tweet, the reappearance of phil trash #1 at vidcon and various other tweets. disclaimer: i have no way of knowing whether dan was drunk or not when he tweeted, this is just my creative spin on it or something idk

Parties were okay in the beginning. When people were having polite conversations with ice-filled glasses in their hands, old friends caught up with one another, the music was soft and peaceful—Phil preferred it that way. But all parties descended into hyperactivity and noise as evenings draw on.

It was around 12 am when the Vidcon afterparty started getting a little too intense. For Phil, at least.

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ShalluraSundays :: dancing

a/n: first entry for shallura sundays, thanks for the wonderful prompt and putting this event together! this was inspired by john mayer’s amazing song “slow dancing in a burning room”, so i highly recommend listening to it while you read. hope you enjoy!

ffn or ao3

slow dancing in a burning room

They don’t talk about the mission.

For the 24 hours Allura was in Galra captivity, Shiro can picture all too clearly what she may have gone through. His memories of his year as a prisoner have always been fuzzy, even when he was just back in the gladiator ring—time blurs and your mind becomes a master of forgetting what you don’t want to remember—but the first day has always remained clear. Or at least, the fear that had threatened to choke up, clawing at his throat and burning his lungs.

Thinking about Allura being captured by the Galra hurts even more, mostly because it’s his fault. On bad days, Shiro can’t exactly formulate what else he could have done—been faster, better, stronger? Dodged her grab for his collar?—but it doesn’t really matter. He lost her.

He can’t lose her.

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anonymous asked:

Oblivious (Nico, if you don't mind)

Author’s notes: Finally, done reading Trials of Apollo a few days ago. Loved it so, so, so much! THANK YOU RICK RIORDAN! THANK YOU FOR BEING BLUNT ABOUT IT!

So, it’s established Will is one of those calm leadership types ;D (I WAS RIGHT). So this one stems on the idea that Nico is one of the rare few cases that can make Will lose his cool ;D



First it was the flowers…

“I can’t believe it!” Nico said when he sat down beside Will who was busy ‘reading’.

The blond cleared his throat, trying to hide his blushing cheeks behind the thick medical book. “Can’t believe what?”

“I can’t believe someone is insensitive enough to leave me dead flowers!” Nico growled and Will jumped.

“What?” He asked in a small squeak, eyes wide when he saw the very much dead tulips in Nico’s hands.

“Well, they weren’t dead before, but still insensitive.” Nico said with a glare. “Is someone making fun of the fact that I can kill flowers with a touch if I want to? Because someone is very dead soon.”

“Uhm, maybe they didn’t know you could do that?” Will suggested weakly.

Nico shot him a disbelieving look. “Then whoever it is, is an idiot.” He huffed and got up to walk away. Then he paused and called back, “By the way, your book is upside down!”

Will looked down at his book in mortification.

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why you should love seventeen
  • choi seungcheol: because even though he's the leader he knows every member of the group is important and he will never try to take anything away from his boys. he looks out for them and cares about them and is really generous with his affection. also cheesy af and if you're into that kind of thing he's perfect for u
  • yoon jeonghan: because he's so incredibly patient and kind, and he looks out for his members (just look at him explaining stuff to minghao :-) ) also he's gorgeous and probably actually really sassy. his voice is amazing and if you don't know it yet I'm gonna redirect you to their predebut performance of mirotic
  • joshua hong: because he is a crazy talented musical creator. he can write and compose and rearrange and play the guitar and what more do you want?? his voice is so gentle and soothing and so so lovely to listen to (he's also really lovely to look at he's basically model material) also bboys but I'm gonna just let him battle this one out with minghao
  • wen junhui: because this boy is more than a triple threat he acts really well, can play the piano also really well, is REALLY academically intelligent, pulls off dance like its nbd and has had to learn Korean and can now be the chi-kor mc if he needs to. pls don't underestimate jun because underneath all the good looks he also has so much more to him. warning bc he can also be greasy af but other than that he's good
  • kwon soonyoung: fun fact you may know him as svt's impossibly talented choreographer but know that he could have been placed in vocal unit but decided to be put in performance unit so he could choreograph. also remember that he's a '96 liner with such a huge responsibility but he still pulls it off with a smile and for a boy his age to be doing all this is just so humbling and amazing?? he's also really funny and is really such a warm member of the group. also remember everything revolves around him i'm pretty sure 10:10 has become pledis' auspicious timing
  • jeon wonwoo: because you may think this boy is really quiet and might be cold but he's really not that. he's passionate about what he does, and always gives his 200% no matter what. (he's going to be that one seungcheol has to yell at to go sleep or take a break bc he's sick and will want to keep working) his voice is deeper than the ocean and when he smiles it genuinely feels like nothing could be wrong in the world and it'll make you question why you ever thought he could be a cold person. also be careful bc his jawline could cut through diamond
  • lee jihoon: because this boy is the reason why we have amazing songs we can use to introduce these 13 idiots to our friends. he works so. incredibly. hard. and is so dedicated to his work and puts so much pressure on himself to give nothing but all of himself and if you ever think he's only that kid with the coloured hair who's cute i will sit you down and change your mind. reminder that he's still so young, with so much responsibility i'm just really in awe of him
  • lee seokmin: because this boy is literally a ray of sunshine LOOK AT HIS SMILE. he's also hilarious(go watch andromeda episodes with him in it and slowly fall in love) and has such an impressive set of vocals on him seriously you need to carefully listen to this boy. idk why he's so underrated because he's actually got everything going on for him. also his face is literally so aesthetically pleasing ill just stop before i embarrass myself
  • kim mingyu: because this boy is a hUGE DWEEB. his height is insane idk what he eats but dAmn. pretty sure he's the definition of gentle giant because even though he's the tallest he's also so adorable and warm and deserves to be on the cover of gq and all the magazines. he also loves eating and can manage to look chill af even when he's in an eating competition (which he won btw go watch svt's qmentary)
  • xu minghao: BECAUSE THIS BOY IS THE EMBODIMENT OF ADORABLE. he works really hard to improve his korean and is that one who's really quiet but he catches everything. he's super supportive of his boys and will always be prepared to shoot anyone a supportive grin or nod or just any affirmation because he's so full of love. also loves dogs so he'll probably adopt 10 with you if you're willing. but underneath everything also watch out for this boy bc he's also a gangster (redirects you to all the photos where he's pointing the middle finger) and his b-boying will literally take ur breath away be careful
  • boo seungkwan: because he's so precious. he's the moodmaker of the group and is the reason why we get to learn so much about svt?? think about how effortlessly he can helm an interview or run andromeda and it's really through him that we get to see who seventeen is. not everyone can help bring 13 people to life but seungkwan does that so easily. also his vocals are to die for he's seriously SO talented and he deserves all the happiness. he also works really hard for what he wants,and i just know he will succeed. he loves his mum a lot which is so precious
  • hansol vernon chwe: because he's such a distinctive rapper and again, he's really dedicated to what he believes in and what's he's passionate about. he will fight for what he wants and won't simply keep quiet about what bothers him. this boy has a fire in him and he's really brave (although idk this might get him into trouble some day lol) he's also a really sweet boy to be honest, despite everything.
  • lee chan: because this boy is an amazing dancer. seriously, this kid is only 16 but the way he dances makes it look like he's been practicing for 20 years and his passion is so so admirable. he can choreograph, and does help soonyoung with it, which is amazing?? he has so much potential to go so far and really, if we're lucky enough to watch him grow older and as svt gains more experience, we'll get to see so much of Chan. he's also actually really cheesy and can be a romantic so ~

hungry-chopsticks  asked:

Wow! They are all so interesting! Did you create the idea by yourself or did you pull from mythology and mix it with your ideas? Do you have any tips for those just starting to make OCs?

Anonymous asked: hey uh I love your art and ocs (i really like their colours and such.) I want to get into the whole ‘making ocs’ thing but I’m not that confident in them? Is there a process you go through when you make yours or do you just kind of go for it. I’m sure this sounds silly, but I feel a bit stumped.

((I saw this in my drafts and nearly screamed because I hadn’t published it yet. I’m going to go ahead and do that now pairing it with an anon ask I received yesterday. I am SO UTTERLY SORRY. ))

Under this cut there are a few tips to get started! As well as an example of how a few of my characters have grown.  I’m no expert and if you guys don’t find this helpful I encourage to go out and look into it more!

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anonymous asked:

Hi juliette. I want to draw more stylistic but here are so many styles that I like, and none of them seem to fit me and I am never content with my drawings. it is stressing me out to the point that I just sit in front of my laptop / sketchbook and cry for like half an hour straight. (Without drawing anything because when I have an idea (which is rare) I don't know how I want to draw it) I can't seem to "just begin" because I don't know how anymore. Do you recognize this / have any advice? Xxx

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anonymous asked:

You know that song Enchanted by Taylor Swift? Can you please write a Jily based on it, please? Make it au if you have too.

 Lily sighed when she reached the entrance of the ballroom. Her red hair was tied up in curls and coils, and her corset was so tight she found it difficult to breathe. 

Balls were not a new thing to the seventeen year old - ever since she was old enough to behave at them, she attended, which really had been when she was five, she was always mesmerised by the beautiful women in their beautiful ball gowns, but instead, her parents let Lily accompany them when she was nine, the same year as her older sister, Petunia, attended her first ball.

But this ball was supposed to be different to the ones Lily had seen every other month, instead of it being an open ball for the entire village, or her parents being invited and them bringing Lily along, Lily had been invited personally - of course her parents got on invitation too, just separate from Lily’s. Apparently, the celebration on local ‘gentleman’, James Potter’s seventeenth birthday was supposed to be magic.


Lily knew the game - force some laughter when the men who work with your father make a joke, fake a smile when the women talked about their daughter’s new engagement. It disgusted Lily to think that her mother would be included in those conversations, but of course, she was. Petunia had recently been proposed too the week before to a ghastly man named Dursley, but he had money, a good reputation and strong values, so her father loved him.

The host, James Potter, was not a person Lily could recall ever meeting, but that didn’t surprise her, she was sure half of the young women at the ball could say the same as she - they didn’t know Mister Potter - and Lily didn’t particularly wish to meet him.


Lily looked around the crowded ballroom. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, a chair? Her parents? A silent place to hide and just breathe? When her eyes found a man, she forgot about shifting her gaze. What was more was the man was staring back. Lily couldn’t quite make out his face, but she could see a strong jaw, almost muscular shoulders and an ungodly mop of dark hair. 

“Excuse me, Miss?” A waiter with a tray of glass flutes asked. Lily looked around to him, but before she could say anything, he spoke again. “Master James asked me to make sure you received a glass,” he said kindly. “And this note,” he added with a quieter voice. Lily took a flute from the tray with her gloved hand. The waiter slipped a small card into her other hand, bowed his head then walked away.

Lily watched the waiter leave for a moment before turning her gaze back to where the man had been standing - he wasn’t there any more.. She shrugged it off, he probably wasn’t even looking at her. Lily took a sop of the pink liquid from her glass, then walked to the edge of the room to look at her note in private.

It was a cream coloured card, no bigger than her palm. The words had been scratched on with a black ink. 

‘You don’t look like you’re having fun, Miss Evans. - JP’ 

Lily looked up and around the crowd, as if she was going to spot Mister Potter looking at her while she read his note, forgetting that she didn’t actually know what he looked like.

Failing to remember her manners, she left her glass on a table where three elderly women sat, Lily made her way out of the ballroom and into a surprisingly empty corridor. She felt the card securely in her long glove and searched for an study or at least a room with a pen and ink.

It didn’t take Lily as long as she had expected to find a study. All of the furniture was made from an expensive wood. The large desk sat directly opposite the door, small stacks of paper were neatly organised at both ends of the table, all headed with the same words - ‘Charlus Potter. Fear will cut deeper than any blade can.’

After closing the door gently, Lily sat down in the sigh backed chair behind the desk. She placed the card from her glove onto the desk and reread it.

'You don’t look like you’re having fun, Miss Evans. - JP’ 

She flipped the card over and reached for the pen, dipped it in ink and scratched her words with the colour black onto the card.

'I suppose you may be correct. Should I be worried that you decide to write me a note and not speak to me? You’re not dreadfully ugly, are you? - Miss Evans.’

Lily read over her note, she was being daring writing those words and she certainly knew it. Once the ink had dried, she stood up, straightened down her dress and slid the card back into her glove.


When Lily came back to the ballroom. she was nervous. She had paled dramatically and she had a fluttering feeling in her stomach.

“E- excuse me?” She said cautiously to the waiter from before. “Could you give this back?” She asked quietly, showing him the front of the card.

“Of course, Miss,” he smiled as if doing the task brought him happiness. 


'Miss Evans! You are a brave one, aren’t you? But no, much to your disappointment, I’m sure, I am not “dreadfully ugly”. In another situation, I would be offended. - JP’

'I wouldn’t say I was disappointed, per say, it was just a theory. So tell me, Mister Potter, why are we writing notes instead of talking like normal people? - Miss Evans’

'Somehow, I don’t see you as a “normal person”, no, in fact, I refuse to see it. But the answer to your question is I’m not exactly good with words, especially on first impressions. I didn’t want you to think I was a fool. - JP’

'So you decided to write me a note? I’m joking of course. However I think people will soon notice that I keep walking around the ball and not speaking with anyone while I wait for your next note. My mother would like me to find a husband here. She hasn’t said this, but I can feel it. - Miss Evans.’


A note didn’t come back for a while. Lily worried he had found a beautiful girl in a beautiful ball gown and taken her away to dance. Maybe he was keeping up appearances and still mingling with his guests. She wasn’t sure why she was feeling this sadness, it was his ball, he was the host, he couldn’t spend his evening writing notes to a girl he’d never met before.

“Excuse me?” Lily shifted her gaze from the new started dance to man with glasses and an ungodly mop of black hair. “Would you like to dance?” He asked with a smile. Lily smiled back - partly because that’s just what you did when you were asked to dance, you never refused, and you always smiled. But also because she recognised him as the figure watching her from the other side of the room. 

“Of course,” she answered. She took his hand and let him lead her over to the other dancing couples. It was a slow dance with very few moves, mostly just holding each other closely with a few underarm turns thrown in. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t write back,” he said quietly as they danced. “I decided you were right, writing notes did make me seem foolish.”

Lily’s mouth gaped open slightly as she looked up to him. “Mister Potter?” She asked, her mouth suddenly very dry. 

“Spot on, Miss Evans,” he smiled. “So tell me,” he said then spun Lily under his arm. “Are you enjoying yourself more now?”

“No,” Lily smiled. “You’re an awful host, and frankly this ball is just like every other one I’ve been to, and I’ve been to a lot.” She was teasing him, she knew, but his face fell slightly. Before she could say anything, he had looked around swiftly then clasped her hand and led her out of the ballroom and into the empty corridor. “What are you doing?” Lily hissed. She was struggling away from him, but she was still willingly following him.

“Making my ball different from the others,” he answered shortly. He led her up the corridor, past the study, and up a large white marble staircase. Once at the top, he let go of Lily’s hand and opened two large glass doors. Lily walked through them onto a large balcony, she could hear the music from downstairs and she could see for miles across the landscape. 

“Gosh,” Lily whispered as she stood against the edge of the balcony. “Okay, your ball is certainly different,” she told him. She could still see carriages pulling up with more guests. 

“Mister Jefferson!” James shouted over the side of the balcony, Lily pushed herself away from the balcony instantly. “I think it’s time for the lanterns!”

“Right you are, Master James!” Jefferson shouted back. 

“Come here,” James said softly, his hand held out to Lily. She took it hesitantly and walked over to the edge with him, 

One by one, small lights started to appear along the road leading up to the manor, Each candle sat in a glass case with black metal holding it together. Some sat on the ground, some were attached to poles or trees. There was a magical and enchanting feel to the evening after all of the lanterns had been lit.

“I just said it was different, you didn’t need to top it,” Lily smiled as she stared wide eyed at the lights. 

"I know,” James answered, slightly proud of himself.


It was near midnight when the crowd of guests started to thin out and leave for their homes. Lily had lost James earlier to relatives who had travelled very far to be at the ball, so he had to go and speak with them and thank them for coming. She danced with a few other men, mostly just to please her watching mother than to enjoy the dance, or meet the men. 

As one dance ended, Lily curtsied to her dance partner as he dipped his head. “Lily?” Her father said from behind her. Never had Lily been so happy to see her father than she was then, the thought of dancing with another man at the ball sickened her to her stomach. “It’s time to leave,” he told her.

“What? No, we can’t leave yet,” Lily said quickly, the feeling of panic running through her body.

“We must,” he answered sternly. “Be in the carriage in ten minutes,” he told her then walked away to find Lily’s mother.

Lily whipped her head around looking for the host, she didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. Moving through the crowd, she continued to look for him. After five minutes of looking she half ran and half walked to the staircase and up to the balcony - he wasn’t there. She looked over the edge but still couldn’t see him.

Her hand quickly moved to hold her forehead as her chest rose and fell rhythmically from her running. She skipped down the steps and burst into the study, closed the door and searched for the cards they’d been writing on. It didn’t take her too long to find one, there was a stack of them in the first drawer of the desk. She dipped her pen into the ink and scratched her words onto the card.

'I’m praying that this was the very first page and not where the story line ends. My thoughts will echo your name before I see you again. I was enchanted to meet you. - Miss Evans’


The whole journey home, Lily worried about whether her note had been passed on, she had given it to the same waiter, but they ball was over or at least it would be shortly, he mightn’t find the time to give it to him until after they had finished their jobs. She thanked the sky for being so dark, she could just see her parents at the other side of the carriage, but only their outlines and the slight light from the moon, but she was sure that if it was brighter, they’d be able to see their youngest daughter’s blush from a mile away.

When they got back to the Evans Manor, Lily went straight up to her bedroom and got changed. She took her time pulling the pins out of her hair which kept her curls and coils together.

When she tired to sleep, she tossed and turned, constantly thinking about the boy who led her up the stairs and make the place beautiful with lanterns. She worried that he might have had that set up before for just any girl he decided to pick on the night, then her mind drifted to the thought that he might already have someone, and he was just taking advantage of the moment and decided on Lily. But he knew her name. Surely that would mean he was seeking for her? 

By two o’clock, Lily was out of her bed and pacing back and forth along her floor playing scenes over in her mind and slowly those scenes became more and more imaginative.

She imagined she was lying in her bed in a light sleep, while a tapping at her window woke her up. She imagined herself rushing over to the window to see James Potter standing outside of her home with a handful of small stones. She imagined herself rushing down the stairs, knowing full well her parents would be sound asleep by now, and opening the front door. She imagined him saying, “Hey, it was enchanting to meet you. All I know is I was enchanted to meet you.” 

But even though she knew it was just a day dream, Lily felt happier. Perhaps they would meet again. Perhaps he would receive her note and he’d come rushing to find her. Perhaps she could see herself marrying this man and for filling her mother’s wishes of being a young wife.

But for now, Lily was content at dancing around her room alone while she thought the same words over and over again - “Please don’t be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”


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Hey I hope you don’t mind if I make this public ( ´ ▽ ` )
Few people asked me about some tips so hm suggestions yes

There was this one time that I had a chance to talk with professional digital artist. And he gave me some tips that changed my way of drawing things then:

- remember that everything you draw is an actual 3D object - basically remember that things are mostly made of curves, not straight lines. It helped me with anatomy and clothing.
For example (ps. sorry for derpy drawing):

Shades shouldn’t be that much straight as well

ask other people what they think - I always ask my friends what’s wrong in a pic. “I think that his head is too big”, “His eyes seem strange”, “Something’s wrong with the perspective”, “Colours are too bright”. It helps not to make the same mistakes again. Then I simply go back and change it. 

- pic is not done until it’s done - take your time, no rush. As I said - if something seems odd in a drawing - go back and change it. Change it as much as you want. Change it friggin’ 10000 times till it looks good. Also painting takes much time, don’t stress. Add details, play with colours, experiment. Remember that it is you who decides when a pic is finished.

- use art references- it is not a shame to use them. How are you gonna draw a gun if you don’t even know how it looks? Also sometimes it’s important to learn a little about the things you’re drawing. For example - if you’re drawing a hand. Look at it. Search for the simple shapes. Look at the length of fingers. The proportions. In general: try to learn the anatomy of objects that you’re drawing.

And most important - practice, practice and practice!
I’ve been drawing for almost 7 seven years but two years ago I got kinda serious and focused on it. I’m a hobbyist tho and I don’t go to an art school. I’m trying to draw everyday but sometimes it’s simply impossible for me. Sticking to a fandoms helped me a lot.
Like drawing is fun ikr but drawing your fav character form book/tv show/movie is just
but yea that’s just me

Sorry it took so long!
I’ll go hide under my blanket now.

anonymous asked:

about poland on eurovision - maybe it was meant to be a parody, but it was offensive to a lot of people (myself included), because it felt like they used sex to sell the song. and of course that happens all the time in music business, but it doesn't mean it's okay. and seeing a lady with her breasts popping out of the bra making a butter with a sexy face - that's just not funny? i'm sorry, i don't want to offend you, i'm not polish, so maybe i am missing something after all.

hello there Nonny! don’t worry, you haven’t offended me, you’re absolutely entitled to have your own opinion on the Polish entry. however, personally I didn’t find our performance offensive at all, and seen as I’m Polish and may know our, hmm, let’s call it “domestic situation”, better, let me explain why.

the first and most important thing is that the song was written as a parody (as confirmed by the writer himself). it was intended to ridicule the prevalent stereotype of Polish women, who are hypersexualised and objectified all the time. people took the song very literally and accused it of being sexist, but… hold on a second. firstly, the girls really didn’t show that much. people on tumblr joked saying “Poland or Pornland?” (I saw at least five separate texts post like this, for the love of!-), but does this really look like porn?

because all I see are gorgeous Polish girls in beautiful folk costumes owning the stage. and even this -

she’s seductively making laundry, yeah. but all she shows off is her cleavege. you can see that much on a beach or even on the street on a hot day. now is the good moment to point out that there aren’t any men on stage. if these girls were dancing around a dude singing the song (like in the infamous Blurred Lines), I’d be the first to wage war on the Polish entry. but it’s not the case! Polish girls aren’t accessories to the show (which often happens in the music industry, as you rightly pointed out), they’re not pretty additions to the performance, they are the performance. to me, it’s like they’re saying: you think it’s OK to oversexualise us and treat us like objects? well fuck you, we’re more than that. we’re beautiful, confident, we’re owning our physicality. this year Poland’s entry belongs to us, Slavic girls, and we got this shit”. we are stereotyped as “easy”, but god forbid we show off our body and be proud of it! outrageous! I think people’s reactions to this song showed this point quite clearly.

finally, it’s also worth pointing out that this performance was, among other things, intended to piss off the right wing conservatives in Poland. those dipshits are anti-choice, anti-women, anti-gay, and anti-progress. so I for one am super happy to think they must have been really annoyed by this. by the way, Polish folk culture has always been characterised - not like the right wing political parties of today - by a very high esteem in which it held women. in Polish culture and history, starting centuries ago, women were always respected, mothers were respected (vide the cult of Mother Mary, very specific to eastern European countires, but especially Poland). the song performed by Cleo has sort of updated this and brought it into the 21st century. and I liked it.

now, I feel the need to confess something… music-wise, I don’t like this song. I don’t! but I love the message it sends. and I think it was a good choice for Eurovision, which is a very peculiar song contest. it was memorable, fun, and colourful. it was sung by self-confident Polish ladies - and in Polish! there was only a handful of countries that had songs in their own languages, which was such a shame. I’d love to hear songs sung in Finnish, Swedish, Ukrainian, Hungarian, Greek… Eurovision is supposed to celebrate our diversity, and languages are a big part of that. songs for Eurovision are supposed to be cheerful (everyone hates ballads, lbr, they kill the party mood) and memorable, they’re supposed to celebrate our various cultures and show what we, as nations, are proud of. and the Polish song this year - well, it checked all the boxes.

anonymous asked:

Of course you don't believe it. You could have delivered that baby yourself and you wouldn't believe it. Because you NEED not to believe. Both families must have offered a huge donation to the church to persuade the Vicar to christen a doll, and the other guests were not allowed close enough to see that it was a doll. Oh wait: forgot about Rent A Baby (and none of the guests would have remotely figured that one out), The Secret Adoption, and the old stand-by: It's Not His. You poor sods.

Ballsy:   I don’t believe YOU understand why I’m here.   I liked Sherlock, I liked me some DorkyBatch.  Then suddenly at the end of 2013 beginning of 2014 the bastard was fucking EVERYWHERE.  Why?  Oscar buzz.  Ahhhh.  Then, he came to Australia and I had my first dose of his fandom.  :S 
Then there was a secret GF rumour.  Kewl, maybe he’ll be more dorky if he’s all luvvy.  And, a mystery to solve!  So I watched.  Enjoyed gifs.  Ooooh, a gossip site.  Fun!   Continued to watch. 

Um, what’s going on - he’s acting all pissy.  This SGF stuff is weird as fuck.  Why is he looking downright angry?  Why is this Senyorita person shoving SH down our throats?  What’s with all these weird tweets?   That Edinburgh thing was way too obvious, they WANT us to connect her.  Why, if she’s so “secret”?   Everything points to “just part of his friends group”.  Why was she all dressed up at the LFF, but not photographed with him?  He’s not looking good.  Making odd excuses.   Where did DorkyBatch go?  Engaged?  What the fry!   Okay.  Shit he looks super pissy, odd for a man in love and about to get married.  That’s odd body language.  Oh, they don’t even look like they know each other.  Preg rumours?  Interesting.  Why not keep that private tho?  Why put an ad in the Times?   Why announce at all knowing full well that it’s going to be obvious that it’s shotgun?   Shit that’s gonna be bad for Hamlet.  Speaking of timing …  matches up with TiG Promo and Awards . . .   starts my first colour-coded spreadsheet …

He looked like shit and I started this blog, because something was VERY wrong with this picture.   As for the preg.  I’ve been scratching my head over it all along.  Nothing fits.  No timing works for all the bump sizes, their irresponsible behaviour, the lack of anything resembling maternal/paternal behaviour from either of them.  And her smug face/his WTF face at PSIFF.  Something isn’t right there either.   

If there’s a bub (gonna need that study), it might be his (dun fucked up) it might not be his (that’s his problem if he’s claiming it, not mine).   

But he’s playing along … why.  WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?    That’s why I’m here, questioning this.  Not because I have any NEED not to believe.  I was just following him as an actor, and his dorky public fun image.  I’m happily married and on the other side of the world.  Don’t care.  I don’t believe the lies they’ve been shilling because it’s fucking unbelievable.  They have presented lie after lie after lie, then back-pedalled and done obvious damage control.    Badly. 

Something is wrong in the state of Benmark.   It’s doing him in, it’s doing his career in - and it’s looking like SH is in control and very much pushing HER agenda.  If what she has over him is a baby?   Then why has this all been played out for PR, before conception of said baby?  And after, why wasn’t this kept private and under the (not red) carpet instead of being paraded out very much in the public eye on said red carpet?    Why does it appear that someone is very much circling dates on calendars, putting things out there on said date, or holding stuff back until it can be utilized for PR.?  That’s about the only thing they’ve managed to get right through this whole thing.  Checking off checkboxes and matching dates for PR.  Everything else they’ve fucked up because the two people at the centre of this thing just cannot seem to pull this off.  

As for the baby.  Real?  Fake?  Not his?  Borrowed?  Adopted?   I don’t care.  But whatever it IS?   Is shady as fuck. 

So.   We have:

  1. Shady as fuck timing for utmost PR - from the start (well before any baby) and continuing to now

  2. BC looking various stages of pissy, angry, lost, distanced, stressed, confused, smug, haggard, aged etc.  And all the while lying and badly shilling something that is clearly fucked up.  He now looks too thin, and tho Hamlet seems to have brought back a smile or seven …  it drops too quickly.   Burberry was telling.

  3. SH throwing hissy fits, stomping off, embarrassing him, acting smug, and pissed off when the attention isn’t on her, and all the while not in the least bit acting maternal or really interested in him

  4. Both of them looking wooden, distant and at times like they downright despise each other

  5. A pregnancy that has been all colours of suspicious

You can believe the lies if you want.  You can accept the narrative that is being spoon-fed to the unquestioning masses.  You can draw love hearts over pictures of the dismal duo and call it a Fairy Tale all you like.  But don’t ask me to.  I have eyes.  I have ears.  I have life experience.  I know what a real relationship looks like, and this aint it.

Oh, and we’re not the poor sods you should be concerned about.  Benedict is the poor sod whose life is fucked up because of this, not ours.  Worry about him.

anonymous asked:

Okay, so I'm an artist, and, good news- I'm gonna do my first commission! But I don't know any proper price to charge, or if they'll love the picture- I know I'm probably overthinking, but I'm scared! This is my first commission! What if I fail!?

No, no! Don’t be scared. This is a great thing! Congratulations!

Believe me, people who commission others online tend to have done it before. There’s a high likelihood this isn’t your client’s first rodeo, so take cues from them if you are able.

Pricing has always been a hard thing to determine, but that’s because it’s entirely subjective. I always tell people that for their first few commission intakes, they must undercharge, so that they can build up a portfolio of sorts — something to point to, to say, “Look! Look! I finish commissions dependably and my clients are happy with the end product!”

That way, when you charge a little more later on, people will be less wary of you, and more willing to pay your increased rates, because you’ve already proven you can do the job.

So for a character sketch, I would charge between $5 and $15 (USD). Not too much more for colour. You’ll be cheating yourself in a way, yes, but it’s better to get two or three commissions done first and only then pour over the price you’d rather charge.

As for whether your client will be satisfied, leave that in their hands. Update them at every stage of the commission (rough sketch, tie-down, clean-up, outline, flat colours, shading, etc) and don’t continue to the next stage until you obtain their approval.

And when it comes to professionalism, just be friendly and respectful in general. A respectful exchange is always professional. My rule of thumb is to be a little more formal than my client is being. This, again, has to do with taking cues from the client, and respecting their preferred method of communication. However, never use foul language or make off-colour jokes, even if it appears you and your client are getting along really well. Leave the fun until you’re finished with the commission. You can be pals later.

Also be sure to do your best to set your client’s mind at ease. There is always a risk when commissioning someone, because you’re paying for a product which does not exist yet. Assure your client you will do your very best to capture their vision, and then do your very best. Explain to them the logical steps you have taken in interpreting their character/work. They might disagree, but they will have a more solid understanding of where you’re coming from, and will therefore be able to more effectively correct you if you’ve gone astray.

Lastly, RELAX. You’ll see, 99% of clients are absolute sweethearts. I’ve maybe had one or two nasty clients in the five years I’ve been freelancing. Rest of the time, I’ve only encountered nice folks who are excited to see their visions on paper. It’s a very rewarding experience. Enjoy it! :)

Day 3: Corn Maze

Fingertips grazing the giant fucking plants on either side of him, Dean was deep in thought as he wondered whether he was ever fucking going to find the middle of this thing. He pictured himself walking around this place until he was old and grey, having to crawl instead of walk, only finding the middle with his last dying breath. Yeah, with the crappy way things were going and apparently how shitty Dean’s sense of direction was, Dean kind of thought it was a possibility.

All morbid thoughts were cut short as he was brought into reality with a sharp thud. Turning around a corner, another boy appeared out of nowhere, just short enough to bash Dean’s nose with a massive thwack.

“Oof,” Dean winced, stepping back, “Shit,” he cursed, rubbing at his painful nose.

The other boy looked like he’d mildly hurt himself too, hand coming up to smooth over his reddening forehead, “Sorry,” he said, voice far deeper than Dean thought it would be coming from a teenager his age. The voice was kind of comedic when it was owned by a boy shorter than Dean, with a deep green sweater on that kind of caused the boy merge into the plants surrounding them, dark messy hair that made it look like the boy had only just gotten out of bed.

“It’s okay,” Dean shrugged, rubbing his nose one more time for good luck before he dropped his hand to rest at his side.

The response was obviously not what the guy was expecting because his piercing blue eyes searched Dean’s face, “Aren’t you going to apologise too?” he asked.

“What?” Dean frowned, adding incredulously, “It wasn’t my fault!”

Blue eyes crossed his arms and commented dryly, “Well, it wasn’t mine either.”

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