i have one more left to do

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Carrie Lynn went to visit her grandpa for only one reason - I needed to check how much time does Alec have left. (I put MC Command Center back to my game especially for that.) Turns out he has 25 more days to live…how? I don’t know. But he’s not dying anytime soon and that’s good.

Alec: “Where are you going?”

Carrie Lynn: “Our player found out what she needed to find out, I have nothing to do here anymore.”

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m back from hiatus! *gasp* It’s been hectic with midterm season, but I only have one more to go!

Also, unrelated to manga but I did update my tumblr theme if y’all didn’t know~

Left Hand Corner: Menu

  • Displays # of unanswered asks
    • Hopefully this allows you to have an idea of how long it’ll take for me to reply to your ask if you do send one in.
  • Displays currently reading list
    • If you ever are lazy to go through my recs and just want a quick rec, just go here I guess? xD
    • I’ll try to change it every other week, if I remember. Or at random intervals.

Right Hand Corner: Calendar

  • Mark of important dates
    • Events/Holidays
    • My test/midterm days so you guys know if I’m busy on a particular day
    • When I update/create a new recs list
      • Maybe this will be a nice feature? I’ll work on creating some lists so send in ideas if you have any, because my recs list needs to expand, haha.

Let me know if you have trouble navigating yourself through the theme~

*Oh I forgot, if you want to know where I got the themes and update tabs from, I got it from Felinum!*

thegrimwulf  asked:

Hey! I love your art style and was wondering if you had any tips for drawing braids? Any techniques you found useful?

Hello!  And thank you very much!

There may be easier ways of building braids than what I do, but this is just my process for drawing them, so take it with a grain of salt.

I’ll start with a line for whatever direction I want the braid to go in, if I don’t do a line and I have any kind of motion to the hair, boy do I mess it up lol

Next I’ll do wide half triangles, the line being my center, the right side or the left side always dropped lower than the other. If both sides meet in the center at the same level it’s not going to look very braid-like or have the illusion of being tangled with itself.

Afterwards you can remove the middle line if you want to take it further and connect each one with an alternating pattern like this one, giving it more of a braided look in the center.

Once the center is solid, you can add all the details you want in any style you like, curving inwards towards the center. I tend to like the more stained glass-ish appearance for hair so I’ll do very choppy, squared off lines to detail.

This works for whatever position you want to put the braid into using the wide triangles to build it up. It works for tightly woven or loose and messy braids depending on how wide/long you make the original half triangles.

I hope this helps!

Alternate Anime Titles
  • One Piece: The Never-ending Story: The Anime Version
  • Bleach: Literally Anything that Actually Works as a Story Title Because Bleach? Come on.
  • Free!: How Gay Can We Make this Without the Characters Actually Being Gay: Water Version
  • Fullmetal Alchemist: Shitty Father: Alchemy Edition
  • Tokyo Ghoul: Why To Never Date Anyone Ever
  • Noragami: Get Yato a Shrine 2k17
  • Neon Genesis Evangellion: Shitty Father: Robot Mindfuck Edition
  • Death Note: So THAT'S Why We Aren't Supposed to Post Our Full Name and Photo Online
  • Haikyuu: How Gay Can We Make This Without the Characters Actually Being Gay: Don't-Let-the-Balloon-Touch-the-Floor Edition
  • Attack on Titan: Shitty Father: Apocalypse Edition
  • High school of the Dead: That's Not How Boobs F*cking Work
  • Fate Series: People Die when They are Killed
  • Ajin: People Don't Die when They are Killed
  • Blue Exorcist: Shitty Father: Satan Edition
  • Yuri on Ice: How Gay Can We Make This without the Charac-- WAIT NO THEY'RE ACTUALLY GAY THIS TIME!!!
  • Code Geass: Jedi Mind Trick: The Anime
  • Jojo's Bizzare Adventure: What the Actual Fuck
  • Kill la Kill: Shitty Father: Oh Wait it's the Mom that's Shitty this Time
  • The Devil is a Part-Timer: The Entire Anime is Basically a Meme
  • Durarara: FIVE MILLION PLOTLINES AT ONCE!!!
  • One Punch Man: OOONNNNEEEE PPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNCCCCHHHHH!!!!!

when i was seven the sea-witch cursed me.

she cursed my great-grandfather, actually, who had spat on the hands of the ocean and disrespected the beating heart of the earth - for what else are waves but a pulse - who was silly and violent and who tried to rip from the water what was hers by rights. we were wealthy, before that, a family of merchants. my mother says in her youth she recalls white horses, the gleam of candles, early mornings with bread baked fresh by a horde of servants.

he didn’t ask permission to cross her. that’s what my mother tells me while she spoons porridge with no flavor into the wood of my bowl. he had no faith in superstition, rode with boats that were more decoration than strength, the folly of a man who was cruel and vain and proud of his own gold teeth. the sky had been blue, so regardless of what the village witch said, he would sail that day. and when his boat sank; their lives turned blue like the sky that day.

my mother says she thinks the curse on the men of our family, even if they come in when they marry, is that they will forever be violent, too foolish to see the storm on the horizon. she whispers this to me on the eve of my seventh birthday, while father is his own storm, thundering around the house, looking for her. later, when i am cleaning the cut by her cheek, she tells me the curse is on the women to forever be unhappy, to wane until they are shadows, to walk into the deep like a sinking ship. 

we don’t burn candles often, they are too expensive. she tells me this in the silk of a dark room. the moon kisses her hair. 

in three days, my mother will walk into the ocean, and my father will be my own problem. the curse will pass onto me. 

my father does not believe in superstition, no curse to conquer him. when he is gone, and i am heartbroken, i go to the village witch. i ask her to teach me about magic, and other things, and about how the ocean can be coaxed, and how to save my father’s soul. 

and my hands rot too, keeping a house by myself with things i barely knew. i learn the art of a good scrubbing, keep my mind full of white horses while i endlessly clean, dream of candles in dark while i make the bread that he will not allow me to eat. he keeps me from the ocean, from visiting the place that took my mom, from following in her footsteps where the water makes women undone.

i am sixteen when i see her in the water of a bowl. she scares me so completely that i drop it, and my father comes in with his hands, and the curse, and i almost forget all about it. it isn’t until after that i realize she is beautiful, and young, which surprises me. 

i think about it every evening. her face becomes distorted to me. i can no longer remember the exact shape of it, only the impression of beauty. 

i turn seventeen and wait for the high moon. i pin safety to my vest in little witch herbs and runes. i put naked toes on the sand and slip closer, closer, to the avenue of my family’s doom. i find a little private beach, small and surrounded by rocks, hidden from my father in the event he ever thought to come looking. at high tide, it is barely the span of my body. at low, it feels empty.

the witch of the land has given me what i need to call in the witch of the sea, but i do not use it. it feels wrong, somehow, standing here in the wind and the quiet pulse of the world. i put down the incense and sage and i sit just close enough it feels wild, dangerous - but not close enough to get caught up in thrill. 

when nothing happens, i go home and i make bread that i will not eat.

for months i do this. i climb down to my beach. i learn to do it when the moon is half, and then when the moon is empty. i learn to do it so well that sometimes i go to sleep in my own bed and wake up by the water. i take to sleeping with warding runes to keep me from being pulled in the rip out to the waiting hands of a hungry sea-witch.

i don’t know when i start talking. more often i sing, because singing in my house is not allowed, and something about the way the rocks echo my voice feels comforting. the older i get, the more i can pretend i hear my mother’s voice, answering me, harmonizing gently. i sing songs about sadness and lullabies about curses. when i have exhausted every song i know, i write new ones about fathers who have never learned how to be kind, about the house i work in but do not love, about mothers who left, and about a sea witch.

i see her sometimes. in a puddle, in the drop of rain, in the strangest places. i never expect it, although i always hope. i am never able to see her for more than the length of a wave, breaking, and each time, it does something new to my heart.

at eighteen i am too much of my father’s burden. he tries to unload me onto other men. the land witch helps me with this. i rub hemlock, burn wolfsbane. we arrange so these men have other women to marry. the news of my curse is bad enough to scare most away. my father is not happy.

after a particularly savage night, i wonder how bad it could be. i could marry some boy from the village who didn’t quite bother me. i suppose they’re not ugly. timothy had always been gentle to me. i think about a life, and how i am cursed to be unhappy. my father would finally be proud of me.

i walk to the beach and i tell the waves about him and how i could convince myself it was love if i just never wanted from him. how i could be okay, if not content, how i could be free, how i already had learned life down on knees.

but i go home and i write a rune of warding. and the years pass and i find reasons each suitor is wanting. and the sea witch i see, sometimes, peeking out at me, staying long each time in the water, looking, watching. i see her in mirrors when my father storms against me. it is bad because he mistakes the cause of my smiling. it is better when she is there the next morning.

and i go to the ocean. when i am too sad to speak, it seems like the ocean is whispering for me. i picture my mother’s voice and tell myself i am happy. i am seven again and we are sewing. i am seven again and the curse has not been given to me. i am seven and she came home after she walked to the sea.

i grow silly, brave, unthinking. i leave behind the herbs and i wade deep. i teach myself the art of swimming. i am bad at it, at first, but something about it feels good to me. like the ocean wants to buoy me. in the day i think of it, guilty. what if there was a rip tide, and the water took me? who would care for my father if i stepped off the beach into a long drop? wasn’t i clever enough to know that the ocean is uncaring?

it is not this that does it. i go out after a rain and i slip on the rocks and suddenly i am in water above my head but without the moon i cannot see the up of it. i kick and i thrash and the water surrounds me. the tide pulls on my body and in the cold i feel my body grow weary. water spills into me. it punches through my body, up my nose and into my lungs and some part of me knows this is what mother felt before she was gone.

i kick ground by accident, reorient, drag myself heaving and spitting into the air. i lie there for a long time, half in and half out of death, enjoying the sensation of breathing and of life.

when i look up, i think i see her, watching me, her brows knit with something like worry. but we make eye contact and my heart leaps and then she is gone and i am left alone with nothing but the dawn breaking.

my father is furious when there is no bread. he finds my hair wet, and the salt of the ocean still smelling on me. and that is it. that day he goes out and pays someone to agree to marry me.

this feels right to me, i think. i’m twenty-one, three times seven, a perfect number for a curse to fully come down on me. i will be wed in three weeks.

the land witch comes to visit me. she looks like she’s sorry for me. she gives me a spell and tells me to put it under my pillow; i’ll dream of love and it will soothe me. instead i dream of the seawitch, and how wonderful she is, and the sight of her, out on the water, worried.

even though it is risky, i go down to the beach. i do not bother with protective spells, i have already seen that the water can kill me. fear alone keeps me from wandering. i sit on the beach and in the sand i draw runes for understanding and i make the small magicks i’ve spent years learning and i close my eyes and i ask the ocean “why do you do this to me.”

i fall asleep. i dream that the sea witch talks to me. i dream she is my age, that she is the great-granddaughter of the first to curse my family. i dream she has spent years watching, learning, finding the truth of me. that she just needs to get the courage to come and speak, that she has fallen in love with my singing, that she knows no curse but the one in her heart that brings her back to a human, to a creature of air and not water, to a mistake in the making.

in the dawn i know it is a dream and no more. i make bread. i pour water out before it can make mirrors. i do not look. i do not like the ache that has filled me, as if i’ve been looking for an answer and the answer only leads to longing.

the man i meet - my husband-to-be - is delighted by the house i keep. he believes a woman should keep in her place, and her place should be clean. he hears from neighbors that sometimes i sneak out to the land witch’s house. laughter barks out of him. not going to allow that behavior, not me. he does not believe in curses. he will pack me up and move me from the ocean to somewhere in the mountains, where i know nobody. and i will, he promises, learn to keep my place, and that place clean.

i tell myself i could love him. he is not ugly. he says i’m pretty enough after whiskey. my father mentions i used to sing. i refuse to perform for these men so instead i make them cookies. they laugh and talk about me, even when i am in the room, as if they cannot even see. they shake hands and talk about how useless a woman is for much else than breeding. it’s very funny. the man meets my eyes and promises he’ll put a baby in me. i look down and pretend the thrill i feel is excitement, not fear brewing in me.

the land witch comes by a week before my wedding. she is smaller these days, aging. her apprentice and i get along wonderfully. the two women stand before me, holding something. 

a small box, so tiny and lovely. “break the curse,” the witch whispers, “learn to be happy.”

i smuggle the box, take it everywhere with me. it is days before i have a moment to slip away, to open it by the sea. i take a candle with me, even though my father will notice and be angry.

by the light of fire i read the spell they have left me inside, and then i am so full of gratitude i cannot stop crying.

it must be a full moon, so i must wait. in the meantime, i walk home, and i bake. 

i do not see the seawitch, even though i look for her. maybe i have wounded her, getting married. my father asks why i keep smiling. i tell him it is because i am finally with a man. he grunts and says to stop looking so silly. 

the man kisses me. i let him. we are married on a night with a full moon, and i poison him and my father in the bread i did not eat. i think of how these men were cursed so they could not see a storm coming. i watch them as they lie there, dying, and then i put all of the things i own into a basket for the land witch. i leave it there with a song i wrote for her, a spell i know will make her happy, will stop the aging of her joints, will give her the kind of relief she gave me. 

i go down to the water. i find myself running, even though i am in no hurry. i know the way so well it is like i wake up there, panting. i ask permission first. i lay out the contents of the box, i organize and practice and when the needle and pain comes, i am ready for it. i am used to pain at night. i breathe into it and walk naked into waters that swallowed my mother.

i chew bitter herbs. i swallow fire. i feel myself drown as i change from land witch to sea witch. 

when it is done, i open my eyes in the deep of a moonlit ocean. and i see her. 

this time she does not flicker. this time when i reach for her, she is there, and she is pushing my hair out of my eyes, and we are kissing with the ocean rejoicing around us, and i am laughing, and i hear her voice as clear as bell inside me.

and we live like this, a whole world between us where white horses are the size of pinky fingers and swim with their thin snouts, where i need no candles because i was raised lightless, where we have no servants but the water takes care of us. i show her the magic of land and she unfolds the magic of water. together we are unstoppable. when i come up to the air to sing little girls a promise that they can survive the madness, she sings with me, and we make a beautiful harmony.

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how to be a very cute little duckling as performed by kim namjoon

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‘ The resident witch of Halloween town. When not tending to her own craft, she’s not far from        helping the terror king with some helpful advice or  assisting  Halloween town’s mayor.  ‘

What do you mean it isn’t Halloween? Hello - suddenly I appear with some new NMBC AU content. This time around, I got around to finishing  Aqua - The water witch. I was pondering over what I could draw for the AU before I took note of the WIP I had sitting around of her. So, she now joins alongside Terra & ventus whom have their respective designs for the AU.

Boyfriend Minhyuk
  • watching him dance in the studio then pulling you to the middle of the floor and making you dance with him
  • him grumbling but secretly liking it when you interrupt him dancing
  • “MINHYUKIE!”
  • “oo y/n, what are you doing here?”
  • “i missed you”
  • *pretends to be all huffy and puffy but smiles when his back is turned to you*
  • sleeping at the studio with him
  • ^ including cuddling for warmth
  • just smiling and observing him dance
  • carries things for you into the apartment like groceries and bags and stuff bc he doesn’t want you to get hurt
  • gets butterflies when he sees you walk into the room
  • “how are you?”
  • “g-good..!”
  • IT WOULD TAKEN HIM A LOT OF COURAGE TO ASK YOU OUT
  • dongmin ends up doing it for him
  • “hey.. minhyuk wants to know if you want to go out with him”
  • “wha-”
  • his natural hands are  either always placed around your shoulder or your waist, there is no other place
  • hE ALWAYS TRIES TO INVITE JINWOO OR DONGMIN OR MOONBIN ON YOUR DATES BUT THEY ARE ALWAYS LIKE YOU NEED TO DO THINGS FOR YOURSELF BUDDY
  • when he warms up to you, he’ll start to randomly visit you and randomly surprise you with coffee and wRAP HIS ARMS AROUND YOUR TORSO AND CLASP HIS HANDS TOGETHER AND KISS YOUR NECK WHILE TELLING HIM HOW MUCH HE LOVES YOU
  • standing over your shoulder and watching your nimble fingers text him while he’s standing right there without your knowledge
  • likes to kiss your hand then your jawline
  • cleaning WITHOUT you having to ask
  • coming home to food already on the table
  • “you cooked?!”
  • “mmm” just as he slides out your chair for you
  • chivalry is absolutely not dead while dating minhyuk if you haven’t noticed
  • minhyuk always trying to pay for food when you two dine out
  • buying you balloons, stuffed animals, and toys when you two are at a carnival
  • “y/n, here!”
  • “hm?”
  • *he kisses you on the cheek*
  • he’ll always keep an eye on you even when you’re not together like texting your parents and your friends just to make sure you’re safe
  • yOUR SELFIES BEING SO CUTE LIKE HIM MAKING A POKER FACE AND YOU TRYING TOO BUT YOU CAN SEE HIM TICKLE YOU IN THE CORNER OF THE PICTURE SO IT ENDS UP COMING OUT WITH JUST YOU SMILING SO MUCH
  • him watching you sleep and thinking about how much he loves you
  • never taking it to the next step without your full understanding and permission
  • him messing with your hair like dragging it across your face randomly and playing with it
  • helping him style his own hair
  • minhyuk flipping through channels on the tv as you fall asleep laying on his chest
  • him then carrying you to bed and laying you down as softly as he can so he makes sure to not wake you up
  • waking up to him dancing in the living room
  • “good morning y/n!”
  • you just leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom in his oversized clothes and just smiling at how lucky you are to be with someone that cares as much as he does about you

I have never related to nor loved a character as much as I love Annabeth Chase. She is multifaceted and precocious and determined to prove herself worthy, she is allowed to be rough and completely unkempt and rude and project an aura of intelligence and confidence so strong it is, at times, completely insufferable while also revealing her fears and weaknesses in moments of emotional vulnerability. She’s so terrified of not being good enough, of the people she loves leaving her (despite this she falls for a boy who everyone says is going to die) and it manifests as jealousy and arrogance and yet she is so fiercely loyal to those she loves and is willing to sacrifice herself to save them.

She gets her own backstory and character arc, she has her own relationships with side characters that have completely unique dynamics, and she grows up so much over the course of the series.

Sure, her motives can be a little unclear sometimes, and she loses a degree of her independence over the course of HoO (when she considers being with Percy more important than being alive? But just before that she left him behind to embark on an extremely important quest that Only She could do, Alone, so… back to those mixed motivations) but over all she is one of the best written female characters I have ever read, and having her as the deuteragonist in a middle-grade/YA series is so important. 

I love her. So much. I could go on and on and on about all the ways that I think she is a fantastic, layered character and my favourite ever.

Virgil Finds Solace in Logan & Logan Rips His Heart Out - A Post I’m Surprised I Haven’t Made Yet

SO GUYS. IN THE Q&A VIDEO VIRGIL SAYS THIS.

BC ANXIETY IS IRRATIONAL AND LOGIC IS RATIONAL. OF COURSE VIRGIL WOULD FIND COMFORT IN LOGAN. LOGAN GROUNDS HIM. LOGAN KEEPS HIM IN CHECK. LOGAN USES REASONING TO EXPLAIN WHY VIRGIL’S FEARS AREN’T LOGICAL AND THEREFORE CANNOT HURT HIM. LOGAN IS HIS SAFE SPACE.

BUT THEN. OH BUT THEN. YA’LL KNOW WHAT’S COMING. LITERALLY IN THE VIDEO AFTER THAT LOGAN, THIS MOTHERFUCKER (that i still love with all my heart i promise), FUCKING R I P S VIRGIL’S HEART OUT AND NO ONE EVEN CARES

DO YOU SEE THE REALIZATION & HEARTBREAK ON HIS FACE? DO YOU? BC I CERTAINLY DO AND I HAVEN’T BEEN OKAY SINCE I FIRST WATCHED THIS. THEY ACCEPTED HIM AND THINGS ARE BETTER BUT IM STILL NOT OVER IT.

LOGIC. ANXIETY’S LEFT BRAIN BUDDY, THE ONE HE FEELS COMFORTABLE AROUND, IMPLIED THAT HE’S ALWAYS READY FOR FAILURE BECAUSE THAT’S ALL HE KNOWS. LOGAN IMPLIED THAT HE’S A USELESS FUCK UP. THEY’RE BOTH LEFT BRAIN. IRRATIONAL AND RATIONAL. THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER MORE AND WORK TOGETHER. BUT NO. LOGAN BREAKS HIS FRAGILE HEART AND DOESN’T CARE.

Originally posted by thatherohair

CONFESSION:

I think the main problem with Champions of the Just is one major thing the developers left out: an introduction. You had no real incentive to seek out the templars other than if your Inquisitor was a hard core supporter. In Hushed Whispers gave us the intro where we meet Dorian and find an actual lead for Breach with the introduction of the Venatori. If the Templar quest had an intro like that, say we met with Barris beforehand and he asked for help, then it would have made more sense to do it

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what do i have to do to be reborn as a water bottle

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bisexualkananmatsuura call out post

I wish to start by saying that I never wanted to do this. I absolutely hate calling people out, and in this fandom, there are a few things where people get a bit out of hand with witch-hunting, and I would never wish harm upon someone whom I think didn’t truly deserve it. However, this person deserves every word of spite that can, and hopefully will, follow from this posts, as this man’s irredeemable actions should be brought to everyone’s attention, and I wish that this post can serve as a warning to keep your distance from him. 

Before I begin talking about this individual, however, I would like to provide a content/trigger warning for, in particular, mockery of sexual assault. 

This particular individual has shown that he is attracted to people much younger than he is, and has made advances on them repeatedly, even when those advances were met with obvious disinterest and discomfort. In a fandom predominated by teenagers and young adults, this particular person, at the age of 30, should know better than to do this. I never knew of the going-ons about this person until one of my friends complained to me about his actions towards them. With those complaints, he had been on my radar for quite a bit of time, but it had been in the moments that I had met him where I had learned the horrors of who @bisexualkananmatsuura truly is as a human being. He is a rape apologist who is unable to recognize when he is overstepping his boundaries with anyone, regardless of their age.

The first issue which I had heard about regarding Kanrie, as I will call him as not to desecrate the name of any Love Live! character, comes from a peer in the community whom, for the sake of anonymity, I wish not to name. At the time that these messages were sent, the recipient of these messages was 19, and he was 29. There are rumors that he had been flirting with people who were younger, but I wish not to throw labels upon him without damning evidence. Among other things, he had stated, unironically, the he “knew [she] wanted it,” and that they were, in his own words, “canon.” And as I said that I wouldn’t say anything without evidence to back me up, here are screenshots of the conversation, the only alterations being those to obscure the identity of the recipient. 

I will repeat that she was 19 and he was 29: he is a decade older than she is. To make things worse, he, at the age of 30, actively role-played on Steam as Kanan Matsuura herself, a 17-year-old. Even if there is the argument that, due to the character being fictional at 17, there’s not much issue on the character front, the concept that a 30-year-old is role-playing as a high-school student is rather unnerving and has quite the unfortunate implications. I don’t wish to imply anything by stating this, but rather you can come to your own interpretations of this subject matter.

In my beliefs, I do not think that this content is worthy of a content post on its own, and rather this is the actions of a socially-blind fan of Kanan Matsuura who, at the age of 30, is undergoing a third-life crisis and wishes to hold onto the scraps of youth that they have left. 

What had forced my hand on this issue was when one of my friends was on a discord server, and, on accident, made a comment about her sexual assault at the age of 11. What follows is, once more, undoctored evidence, bar the protection of the names and identities of the spectating crowd and my friend, and I wish that there existed words in this language so bitter and vitriolic that they would make the hard r seem like a compliment but there exists none and, in truth, when I initially read these I was at a loss for words myself: to see this person invalidate something so scarring to one of my closest friends fills me with so much anger that I cannot start to describe my anger. I will let the images speak for themselves. 

Words cannot describe hatred I have for him because of these statements. What he said was, is, and forever will be completely inexcusable. The very idea that my friend had to open up about her sexual assault due to being mocked for it is something which I wish not to have ever in a community like this, especially one which centralizes itself upon the word “love.” His actions are inexcusable and are infinitely magnified by the fact that he, which I wish to repeat again, is 30 years old. If you ever come across this man, stay away from him.

Mystery

Pairing: Peter Parker x Barton!Reader

Request:

Can I get a request where the reader is Clint’s Daughter and it’s reader x Peter?            


Peter has created a chatroom: hello my beautiful girlfriend that i love so much

Peter has added Y/N.

Peter:

Peter: Me last night when you wanted me to help you design your new suit.

You:

You: Me last night when you showed me designs you made just for me.

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My Girl

Author: Juju

Warnings: fluffy fluff, and hints that reader is bi??? could be ignored tho

Summary: All the questions are about you in a live stream and Shawn couldn’t be happier.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I don’t really like this but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but if you like it, send me your favorite line from this fic.

Masterlist


You were sitting in Shawn’s dressing room, enjoying the peace and quiet before the show. 

He was currently doing a live stream for his perfume launch. You would usually tag along and stay behind the cameras during interviews But not tonight. You decided to be lazy and have a little nap. 

Maybe that wasn’t the best choice.

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Moments - Drake x MC

[A little note: An anon requested unbreakable kiss for Drake x MC from the kissing prompts. So here it is!]

7. Unbreakable Kiss - The type of kiss that really shouldn’t be happening, it’s a mistake, but you just can’t find yourself able to pull away. 

She thinks they are too much like stars. Fading in and out. Having a little without having too much. Having moments that always feel like eternity but are really small conveniences from an inconvenient world. They don’t get to savor these. They barely register as reality. Moments like these are never going to be enough for her - because moments like these often vanishes too quickly into nothing. 

These are one of those moments. 

Robyn’s hands are fastened inside Drake’s hair, pulling him forward until there’s only his lips crashing against hers. The rest of him soon follows. She’s barely aware of the wall behind them as he saunters, shifting closer before there’s no space left between them. The movement happens too quickly and she stumbles till he catches her; hooking her legs around his waist without breaking away. 

His musky scent fills her, its comforting and familiar; fuels her boldness to keep going. Her tongue darts inside of his waiting lips, and she can barely feel his callouses rubbing across skin as he cups her cheeks. She doesn’t want to stop kissing him.  Even though every second they remain tightly knit together pressed in the corner of a hallway with only distant noises reminding them of the party below them - is another second they risk being caught. 

It’s difficult for her to focus on anything else but him. Every protest to stop falls on deaf ears, and the longer he kisses her, the more convinced she is that she’s never letting him go again.

She doesn’t know who’s panting harder - him or her; it’s the only sound she hears over the roar of heart hammering unsteadily inside her chest. The rest of the world escapes her; as often as it usually does whenever they are alone - turning into little more than background noise as their lips slam hastily together again and again. They dance to steps they only know, lulling them further into temptation. Further into lust as adrenaline floods her system.

His hands are as impatient as hers. They quickly slip past the barrier of cashmere, and her breath hitches once his cool hands touch her skin. It’s remarkable cool unlike the rest of her. She feels almost boiling hot and very touch leaves hot desire in its wake. Every touch makes her feel alive. More alive than she’s felt since the last time he’s touched her. 

She barely muffles a groan between their kisses as his fingers slip lower. They run her neck, across her arms, and press possessively towards her stomach before they delve further, slipping underneath her dress until she feels his cool touch again across her nearly searing flesh. His hands know exactly where to touch, and every stroke of his curious fingers elicits a small whimper from her. When his fingers brush by her center, deliberately her legs almost buckle.

They shake involuntarily until he retrieves his other hand from behind her neck to keep her steady. Her arms feel heavy around his neck and she leans her head against the wall. She can barely catch her breath. She closes her eyes untl she feels his fingers freeze. 

They should stop. She knows it. 

And the split second she opens her eyes - the look on his face tells her he knows it too. 

But she doesn’t want to stop. She doesn’t want this to end - like many moments before, she clings - frantically, fervently - the feeling of his lips; coarser than hers, his fingers knowing exactly what she needs, his penetrating stare - she memorizes everything down to it’s last detail. All the moments when they’re alone only to be drawn apart again by reality.

All she wants to do is kiss him again, kiss him until she’s breathless, until she’s barely able to remember her own name let alone why she’s here in the first place. But the look on his face stops her.

It’s back again. The mask he wears, and it changes everything. It tempers his unbridled passion, buries his chaotic emotions that she’s spent months prying open. Its been firmly locked shut. 

His eyes are unreadable, but he doesn’t pull away. Not yet. 

Then she sees it. 

A flicker. She sees the anguish churning inside of him; its bared open and she flinches under its earnestness. She wants to touch him, kiss him, tell him it’s all going to be okay - even though she doesn’t know if it ever will. She digs her fingers into the wall behind her to stop herself from reaching for him again. 

Then just as quickly it’s gone.

This isn’t the time or the place for that. She tells herself, except it doesn’t change anything. Not how she feels - and now how she knows he feels. But their moments have always been like this - fleeting, border-lining on desperate and a little without ever being too much. Always a taste but never enough to satisfy their hunger for each other.

Wordlessly, he leans his forehead against hers and brings her thoughts back to the present. He retrieves his hands to cup her cheek. 

She tries smile but it falters and falls short. 

His smile is nearly bitter. He pulls back slightly, as if he’s about to say something but just as quickly sighs and places his hands on either side of her. 

He doesn’t have to say it.

She hears it loud and clear. 

This is a mistake. 

The words hang between them. As if she’s been doused in ice cold water she flinches. She wants to curl away from them, she wants to hide from the hurt that fills her chest once he takes several steps back.

“We should get back.” His tone is flat, devoid of all the passion it has been a second ago. He doesn’t meet her gaze, rather he tucks his hands inside his pocket and she watches his jaw clench.

“J-Just give me a second.” She just needs to remember how to breathe. How to move past the moment. 

Hope leaps inside her chest as he steps towards her. Then it’s as if he catches himself, and something stops him from touching her. Instead, she watches with disappointment as he steps back. Her stomach sinks at the slight frown appearing before he creates more distance between them.

“I’ll go in first.” 

A lump forms in her throat and she doesn’t respond. She merely nods, waiting for him to disappear completely out of sight before she trusts herself to speak. No words come out; only a hitch escapes her throat and her shoulders sag before she slinks towards the floor. Her vision blurs  and she presses her head against the wall as she fights  against the tears from falling.

The tears fall even as she scolds herself for crying. 

Moments of in betweens. She thinks bitterly to herself. She’s just as much to blame, but it hurts. They hurt. But she supposes if it didn’t, it wouldn’t be love.

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Jin

Originally posted by fawnave


He felt you untangle your limbs from his and walk to the restroom. He was tired and when he heard you picking up your clothes he panicked. You couldn’t leave him just like that, not after the bond you shared the night before. His head shot up, “You’re leaving? Just like that?” he asked, getting upset. You looked back at him, startled at his sudden outburst. “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you” you said while tugging on your jeans. “I’m just going to get a slushie cause it’s hot and well I’m thirsty, want one?” you asked while grabbing your wallet and phone. Jin was surprised and forgot to respond, prompting you to turn around. “Or food? Anything? I wanna treat you right” you smiled and sat on the bed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Jin’s mouth opened to respond but he was still caught off guard at your questions. He felt bad for thinking she was just going to up and leave without a single word. “Why don’t I come with you?” He smiled.

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Say It // MYG

Suga x Reader

Genre: Smut 


Originally posted by hobiloween


Another night full of boredom as you lie awake in bed alone while Yoongi was at the studio again. He’d been gone all day and all day you had needed him. You wanted him to pound you relentlessly until the bed broke, whisper dirty words in your ear, and make you weak at the knees. But he wasn’t there. You needed him, but he needed to work.

Yoongi was preparing for another comeback. In the studio, all alone, with just his thoughts and his music. The rest of the boys left earlier to go eat and rest for the night. But he stayed. Finishing his work was too important for him. As he was zoning in and out of one of the many songs he finished today, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. 

“Hello?” he groaned tiredly, rubbing his eyes before placing his head on his hand.

“When are you coming back?” You asked quietly, shyly, expecting him to give you an answer you didn’t want to hear.

“I don’t know. I still have a few more songs to look over…” 

“Do you have to do it tonight?”

He picked his head up at your question. You’re usually not the one to call him while he’s in the studio, not that he minded, he just knew that you respected his time there and chose not to bother him whenever he needed to get something done.

“Do you need something, sweetheart?” 

With that question, you rolled over onto your back and slowly touched your body, imitating the way he touched you, starting with chest, covered by your black lace bra, and slowly moving down to your thighs. His voice alone was enough to turn you even more on than you were before. 

“I need you.” 

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[App Review]—LingoDeer (Japanese)

**EDIT** The LingoDeer team read my review and fixed some of the things I pointed out :>


Learning Japanese?? I was originally going to review LingoDeer’s Chinese lessons next, but I was contacted by the team who developed the app and the lessons after the read my review on the Korean course. They asked if I was learning Japanese and, if so, if I could do a similar review for the Japanese course (please note that I have never done any sort of sponsored review or anything like that; I review what I want and I review them honestly). I said I would, so here we are! Maybe this will get me back on track with studying Japanese, anyway. Those of you who were around during this blog’s early stages will remember I was studying Japanese for a while, but I had to abandon it because I just didn’t have enough time ㅠㅠ Welp, it’s time to start again!

I do want to note that, other than the obvious language difference between this review and my review of LingoDeer’s Korean course, there is also a huge difference in my perspective between both of these reviews. Having studied Korean for over seven years now, my LingoDeer Korean review was done more from a been-there-done-that perspective. A lot of my intuition as not only a long-term Korean learner but also a Korean grammar blogger and a language teacher went into it. However, I am nowhere near the same level in Japanese, so this review is written from much more of a beginning learner perspective, with a bit of my teacher brain as far as what is and isn’t effective for language learning thrown in.

Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s jump on in!

What is LingoDeer?

LingoDeer is a language-learning app for the three major east Asian languages, Korean, Mandarin Chinese, and Japanese. It is developed by teachers of those three languages, so that’s pretty cool!


Very first impressions

As I said in my review of LingoDeer (Korean), the LingoDeer app’s design and interface is very clean and visually appealing. I do get some loading screens still, but none of them are super long unless I’m on my home Wifi. I’d been thinking about maybe getting a new, stronger router anyway… 


Learning Hiragana and Katakana

You can start with learning Hiragana and Katakana, or you can just skip it and go straight to learning the actual grammar and other material. For the sake of this review (and since my Katakana memory has always been pretty bad), I did the Hiragana and Katakana courses. Before you start a level in the Alphabet section, you can flip a toggle for whether you want to learn Hiragana or Katakana. Ultimately, though, it doesn’t really matter since they are presented together and you will be asked to match the corresponding Hiragana and Katakana. I have actually never used a source that teaches them together in this way, and I really like it because it made it easier for me to remember the Katakana. The main differences between doing one writing system vs. the other (for example, choosing to do them in Katakana mode instead of Hiragana) is that you will only be presented with stroke order diagrams for the set you chose, and they will occur more frequently. At the end of the day, the choice is yours.

 Again, the sound files in this app are really great, so you can hear the sounds very clearly. My only real issue with the Hiragana/Katakana-learning exercises is when you have to match multiple pairs at once. There are a few screens like that at the end of each level, and if you want to hear the readout of the sounds as you do them, you have to flip a toggle on the screen because the sound is off by default. Since this is a language learning app, I really think it would make more sense to have the sound on by default. Also, you have to flip the toggle every new screen rather than flipping it once and that being your setting for the level. Having to flip it every single time just to get the automatic audio got annoying pretty quickly.

Just as the Korean course had extensive Hangul charts, there are interactive Hiragana and Katakana charts in the Japanese course. You can click on the individual spaces to have the sounds read out, which I liked. However, there seems to be a little bug such that sometimes when I go to the charts they don’t read out when I press the spaces. In those cases, I have to restart the app for the charts to work properly.

Finally, there are notes explaining the Japanese writing system, and they’re quite extensive! This app certainly does give a lot of information.


Getting in to learning

This app is currently structured 100% for beginners in the sense that you must start with the first level. There is no way to test up into a higher level. This test up feature is there in other comparable apps, so its absence here is very noticeable. Until such a function is (hopefully) added in, anyone who wants to use this app will have to obligatorily do the lower levels first regardless of their skill level.

All of the actual learning levels have grammar notes at the beginning, which you can access if you swipe to the tile left of the first lesson tile. I think it would make more sense to have the notes tile be the first one you see, as it is easy to miss and the notes give a ton of important information that beginning learners really should read. The notes are detailed and very helpful, but there are some typos here and there, and I noticed some unusual Romaji (though I’m not sure if it’s just that they were using a different Romaji system… are there multiple Romaji systems??). The word for “China,” which I had always seen before in Romaji as “ch(y)uugoku,” was written as “tyuugoku,” which threw me off.

When you get into the learning levels, you can choose how you want writing to be displayed, and there are a TON of options! You can go for full on normal Japanese writing with the Kanji and all, Kanji with Hiragana (my setting), Hiragana only, Romaji only, Hiragana and Romaji… you can choose what would suit your needs best and adjust as you become more comfortable reading Japanese.

As for actually learning, there is a variety of activities including word-picture matching, listening and choosing the right answer, inserting grammatical elements into the right places, and unscrambling sentences, and more. The only thing that I really wish the learning levels has is some speaking practice! I’ve said it many, many times before, but HelloChinese is a similarly structured app that has speaking practice built into all of its levels. If LingoDeer also had it, I would be so happy~ Also, as I mentioned in my LingoDeer (Korean) review, this app is fairly quiet in the sense that it does not automatically read out sentences for you on some screens, and there is no indication given that you can access audio for those screens. It would be nice if there was maybe a little play button to make it clear that you can hear audio on those screens with no auto play, or maybe an overall option (that could be toggled on or off as you please, of course) for automatic audio playback.

One other little bone I have to pick is that, when doing syllable-by-syllable unscrambling of sentences, the app starts indicating what the first syllable you pick should be within about three seconds. Maybe some people like the hints, but I could do without them for sure. I would be happy if the time to hinting was increased, or if there was a toggle to turn it off completely.

Upon completion of a level, you can get up to five stars. When you first start studying, you set a goal for how many stars you want to get each day, and if you choose the lowest possible number (five) and do a single level perfectly, your study for the day is complete.

The biggest error I have seen in this course so far is that the notes in the “Household” section (as far as I got so far) are missing ㅠㅠ I sent a report in, so hopefully that’s fixed soon. Considering how responsive the LingoDeer team has been to me so far, I’m fairly confident it will be fixed soon.

Overall, I like the structure of the lessons and the pacing. I could definitely see myself using this app long term!


Review and stats

(This section is more or less copypasta from my previous review, so feel free to skip it if you read that one!)

If you want to go back and review vocab or grammar flashcards, there is a section where you can do that. The review questions are the same as the regular level questions. You can choose to do a single lesson, or you can combine lessons for a comprehensive review. Also, there is spaced repetition listening practice, which is pretty cool. You can choose how you want the words and sentences presented, with Japanese, the English translation, or just the audio and no writing. After listening, you can reveal the correct answer and rate your recall/performance “weak,” “good,” or “perfect.” You can also choose if you want a word or sentence-focused review. Seems like a good feature.

As for stats, you can check how long your learning streak has been ongoing, and it even tells you how long you have studied for. There are some little achievement badges for things like learning time and streaks also. You can also set a time for reminders to study if you would like. However, I notice that the app is not synced to your phone’s clock but some other clock, perhaps that of the server it’s hosted on. So, for example, if I use the app in the morning here in Korea, it will still count any stars I get to the previous day since the app’s date hasn’t rolled over yet. There is not an option to change the app’s clock to sync to your time zone as far as I can tell.

Oh, and there is offline learning! You can download the course take it with you if you are, say, going on a flight or off to some remote area where there is no internet or cell service!


Conclusion

LingoDeer’s Japanese course is really fun and easy to use! The grammar notes are very informative, and the lessons are not too heavy so they don’t feel burdensome or intimidating to a new learner. The pros and cons:

PROS:

  • GREAT audio files
  • Lots of good notes and information on grammar
  • Spaced repetition practice and flashcards
  • Study reminders
  • Lessons that are informative and useful without being overwhelming
  • Offline learning

CONS:

  • No function to test out of lower levels
  • Typos in notes and other places
  • App clock not synced to phone clock
  • No speaking practice
Inktober FAQ

First time participants in Inktober seem to have a lot of the same questions, so here’s a few answers to clear up some confusion you guys may have!

1. Do I have to use only ink for my art?

Inktober by definition is all about using ink, but you are more than welcome to use other materials as well! It’s up to you how much you’ll use them and to the point you think it still counts as an Inktober piece.

2. Can I do fanart for my Inktober or is that not allowed?

Fanart is more than okay! Inktober doesn’t have a rule about what you can or cannot draw. All fandoms and original art are welcome!

3. Is digital inking allowed or is it all traditional?

Digital inking is welcomed! Again, it’s in your own discretion whether something turns from an Inktober piece to full digital art, but tablet users need not be left out!

4. Can I use a pencil to sketch?

Yup!

5. Can I sketch things out before October, or do I have to wait until the actual challenge starts?

You can definitely get a head start with your sketching if you want! The challenge is with ink, not with doing everything in one day!

6. Do I have to follow the official prompt list to participate in Inktober?

Nope. The closer we get to Inktober, the more you’ll see artists make their own list of things they want to draw. The official list is a guide and you are more than welcome to follow it, but you can literally draw anything you’d like for Inktober!

7. What if I miss a day? Can I still be part of Inktober?

Yes! Missing a day or two (or three, or four) is very common for any challenge, but the best thing you can do then is to try to do as many days as you can.

8. I want to participate this Inktober, but I don’t have any good ink pens and I can’t buy any!

That’s okay! I’m sure you have a ball point pen somewhere in your house or apartment! Ballpoint pens are more than a valid tool and if you have some paper and a $0.40 pen, you are ready to participate in Inktober! 

9. I don’t know if I’ll be posting my drawings because I feel like they are not that good. Can I just post them after Inktober is over?

Of course! Posting your drawings every day is a good way to show everyone you’re keeping up, but there’s honestly no reason why you need to feel obligated to post them online. If you are drawing as often as you’d like and prefer to post them all later on, that’s more than fine!

As a side note, even if you don’t feel your drawings are good enough, I think you need to be proud of the fact you are trying to still do something! Your drawings are proof that you are an artist despite what level you think you are at. (Yes, this includes the people who just thought they were a one, zero, or a negative number).