i hope you can understand ok

listen i just want to address something, i’ll try to keep it short and sweet

shipping things to cope with your own trauma? that’s fine. it’s okay!! it’s understandable, i hope things get better for you

don’t do it in fandom spaces

fandoms more often then not are audiences of 12-14 year olds. creating and posting ship art of abusive/incestuous/etc ships and posting it in public fandom tags where children can see them is not okay. cope shipping should be kept private and talked about in private, controlled spaces, like a group chat or even just between two people. not in fandom spaces. full of children.

don’t put your cope art in front of children and possible fellow victims that could be triggered by it

thank you

nadineyoussef4321-deactivated20  asked:

Hey just thought I'd let you know you have some of the best artwork I've ever seen! Congrats! Especially Chirrut, he's amazing in your style! I was also wondering if you had any advice on how to draw heads and eyes? They're one of my two biggest struggles and I'd love it if I could get your advice. Anything helps. Thank you and I hope you have a fantastic day!

*_* Thanks a bunch askdh and thanks for taking the time to write me! I had a lot of fun working on Chirrut ;;; 

Hmmm I usually think it’s not useful to explain how I make eyes or noses, since the way to draw them changes depending on the pose…  My advice would be practicing with ¾ heads. That view always force you to work volumetric shapes and also give a lot more of information. Also, I think it’s much more easy since you have more landmarks to help you.

I would also say consulting anatomy to identify the landmarks on the face  (zygomatic and nasal bone , superciliary arch, mandible…) and practice on photos. Using references for drawing is not bad and drawing over photos when you need information of a face is a lot of fun. Is not necessary to draw all the bones, but knowing where the volumes and principal shapes are can help you learn. I.E:

I love that photo because it’s SO SO easy to see the volumetry of the face; just the line of the jaw gives you a lot of informacion about it. And it makes it easy to identify the elements and principal shapes of the head:

(I broke his nose, I’m sorry, but I made this quickly (??)) the point is, take your time to study the lines and understand the anatomy.
Also:

that triangle is very helpful too and could help you placing the principal elements. The lines that make him look like he’s crying (?) are the relation between the eyes and the mouth and are very helpful when placing it.

Again, this is only a way to learn and understand how to build a face. That is always the key, even if you use a cartoon style. Rules can be broken, but I think it’s important to understand them first. It could help you make your style more solid. 

And well, once you’ve studied it from photos, trying it on your own (even if you have references, that’s ok) and practice, practice u3u

Hope this helps and hope it’s not too technical ;;;

OK no I’m sorry, but you do not “That’s an order!” him!

Like, ok I understand where Shiro might be coming from (Mental issues, brainwashed somehow, I dunno, I know Shiro is not fine) But how dare?? How dare?? Specially when Keith is making really good points! He like just broke Keith’s heart.

Because what does it tells Keith?? 

That all Shiro is telling him about what a great leader Keith can be is bullshit, that Shiro doesn’t really trust him, and that Shiro doesn’t see them as equals. That he still sees him as a trouble making cadet or something.

Shiro keeps telling Keith how he believes in him and yet he doesn’t let him lead, and this has been two episodes for us, but seems like it’s been months for them.

I bet Keith started to train with the BOM just cuz of Shiro’s attitude.

That’s why he looks so sad after they all hug…

He thought he found people who accept him and appreciate him and believe in him, but seems like he was wrong. So he leaves before they can really reject him. 

Shiro just kinda pushed Keith out of the team because he couldn’t handle the fact he wasn’t leader and Pilot of the black lion anymore. (And I understand why Shiro might act like that, but still..)

And Keith is such a precious boy, he still only thinks of Shiro’s well being the entire time..

Like none of this translates to him as “Shiro is being an asshole” he thinks it’s all his own fault, that something is wrong with him. 

anonymous asked:

H-hey... Do you do requests? If you do, can I request a Percy Jackson drawing? It's for my best friend, we haven't seen each other for a while and wanted to give something to her. Of course, I'll credit you for the art. And if you don't take requests, it's okay, I understand.

i did a quick sketch of Percy so i hope this is ok!

Tree Bros Oneshot

Word count: 1683
Connor and Evan are hanging out with weed and beer and Evan is a lightweight and a very talkative drunk. (Gay)
TW: smoking, weed, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety

“I want to get high. Or drunk. Or both” Evan stated bluntly. Him and his friend, Connor were sitting in Connor’s bed, watching tv.

“What?”

“You know how life fucking sucks? Like really fucking sucks with school and anxiety and depression and all that, well it’s being shittier than usual right now and you use weed or alcohol to take the edge off when life is being a bitch, and life is being a bitch so I want something to repress it for a couple hours. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me anything because they’re yours and not mine but I was just wondering and you know what, you don’t have to give me anything, it’s fine I’ll live without it. Sorry for even asking.”

“No dude it’s fine. I got you.” He said as he got up from his spot on his bed. He crossed the room to his closet and shuffled through some clothes and boxes until he found what he needed. He pulled a joint, a black lighter, and two bottles of beer. He lit the joint and handed it to Evan along with one of the beers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Evan grabbed it gingerly and brought it to his mouth. He breathed in and started coughing immediately.

“That’s normal, you’ll cough for the first couple hits. Then you’ll hopefully get used to it. ”

“Ok.” Silence. “I feel edgy like I’m doing bad things without my mom’s knowledge. Do you always feel like a rebel ‘cause this is cool. We should go rob a bank or steal an old lady’s purse. Something like that!” Evan exclaimed.

“I think someone’s getting too edgy, do I need to take that away from you?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything, if fine!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m 147% sure. Now can you pass the joint?” Evan handed over silently. The two boys sat and drank and smoked and just talked and laughed until everything was gone. Evan was wasted after the one beer and half a joint because he is such lightweight, while Connor was barely tipsy. Evan was giggling in Connor’s bed over how funny the wall looked. 'Damn he looks cute,’ Connor thought.

“Hey Ev, I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room, ok?” Evan, who was now laughing uncontrollably, managed to say an ok through his hysteria.

Connor was only gone for two minutes, at the most, but when he came back Evan was sitting on the bed, a different person, as he was yelling at the taller boy.

“AH! Who are you? Get out of my room!” He pointed

“Ev, I’m Connor, and this is my room.” He said slowly crossing over to Evan, trying to assure him that he was ok, but also getting kind of annoyed because this could potentially be a big problem.

“This isn’t your room you’re a liar!”

“What the fuck Evan, it’s Connor. I was gone for two minutes how’d you forget?” Connor was now standing at the edge of the bed next to Evan, who was sitting as far back from Connor as he could.

“You’re not Connor you imposter! But woah. You sorta look like him.” Evan crawled up to the edge of the bed and cradled his hands around the other boy’s face, feeling the features.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”

“Why?”

“Because you look like my friend Connor.”

“Oh do I now?” Connor asked, now playing along with Evan’s drunken state.

“Ya, but you’re not as cute as him.”

Connor blushed, “he’s not that cute.”

“Oh but he is! His hair is long and beautiful and so soft, I could run my hands through it all day. And when he has it up in a bun it’s gorgeous and it makes his face look even better, and his face, oh his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, there crinkles around his mouth that make his smile ten million times more beautiful. He also has the most amazing eyes. The most beautiful things in the world. I could stare into them for hours but I can’t because he’ll think I’m weird. But they’re a pale blue, kinda like the color of faded jeans or the sky, and the right one has a spot of brown in the corner. I don’t think he likes it because whenever it’s brought up he gets a little mad, like he never wanted because it makes him the 'kid with the weird eye’, but I think it makes him different and unique and beautiful.”

“What else do you like about him?” Conner egged Evan’s drunken rambling on to see what else he’d say about him.

“Connor Murphy is nice, and he’s getting better and further away from mean secluded Connor, but nobody cares to see that in him, but they still think of him as old Connor and that makes me mad. I just want Connor to be happy because of all the shit he’s been through, he deserves it. And Connor is also really funny too! His jokes make me laughs hard, that one time milk shot out of my nose. It really hurt, but it was a really good joke. I think it was about Jared. He’s so amazing and he deserves all the love in the world and I love him so much, since the day I met him I felt something for him, but he’ll never reciprocate my affections because he’s probably straight, and even if he liked boys there are better ones than me, so it’s pointless but I can’t let go of it. Just don’t tell him that I said all this because he might get mad and not want to hang out with me anymore or be my best friend and I don’t want that so I’m just going to keep quiet.”

Connor was flabbergasted. Evan, his crush since forever, his unrequited love, just drunkenly admitted his feelings about him. Connor was blushing so hard, he probably looked like a tomato. “You really do like him huh?”

“More than anything.”

Connor blushed harder than ever, and was probably brighter than a tomato. “Wow. I think he likes you too.”

“Really! You think?! No way, you’re lying.”

“He told me.”

“Holy shit.” Evan’s face glowing with his beautiful, radiant, signature Evan Hansen smile. He couldn’t believe it. “Hey, I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Evan laid down on the bed and instantly feel asleep.

“Holy fuck.” Connor muttered to himself. Evan talks a lot while drunk, but damn, he just admitted his love for Connor freaking Murphy of all people. He looked over at the boy in his bed, his eyes closed and he looked peaceful and adorable. He just wanted to hold him and protect him. Connor put a blanket over Evan’s body and crawled into the spot next to him, but leaving space between them, and fell asleep, smiling.

The next morning, Evan awoke with a pounding headache, reeking of weed, and no recollection of anything after he started drinking and smoking. It took him a minute to realize where he was, in Connor’s room, in Connor’s bed, with his arms around Connor. Shit. Did they sleep together? No, they both still had on their clothes. But Evan was holding a sleeping Connor in his arms. What is he suppose to do, take his arms away, and wake up Connor and have to explain that he had his arms around Connor, or does he stay and have to explain why he was holding the other. Evan decided that he’d do neither and pretend to fall back asleep and deal with it later. He was a minute deep into his plan when he sneezed and woke up the boy in his arms.

“Sorry,” Evan squeaked, unwrapping his arms from the other.

“About what, I just woke up.”

“For waking you and having my arms around you I didn’t even know I did it I woke up like that a-”

“Evan.”

“Ya?”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“100%?”

“110% sure.”

“Thank you, also, sorry to ask, what happened last night, I don’t remember anything.”

“Don’t apologize, but you don’t remember anything?”

“Nothing, the last thing I remember is taking a hit.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Did I do something terrible? Please tell me! From what it looks like I did something bad, please tell me I didn’t do anything bad. ”

“No, you just talked a lot.”

“Oh god, sorry if I said anything embarrassing.”

“No, you just went on and on about how beautiful I was.”

“Did I? That’s embarrassing! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I don’t like like you in a gay way because you’re not my type or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t like you, I like you but not that way.”

Connor was kind of hurt that Evan was denying everything he said. “You said you loved me last night.“

Evan started to panic, but tried his best to not show it. He couldn’t believe he did that. Evan decided he’d never get wasted again. “I didn’t mean it I swear I didn’t I was just out of it. Please don’t hate me.”

“You seemed pretty sure last night. Talking about how beautiful my eyes were and how much you loved my personality while you were holding my face. To me it seemed pretty legit.” Connor tried to see if Evan was was truthful in his drunken moments or not, hoping that Evan really did love him.

"Fuck. I’m sorry. I do really like you a lot and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand if you hate me now and want me to leave I should go r-” Connor smashed their lips together. Evan was so shocked, he forgot to kiss back.

“I love you too Ev.” Connor said after they parted.

Evan was a blushing mess, “Can we do that again?” Connor nodded and connected them again.

8.7.17 // 1:30pm // making friends + mental health

this is for the anon who sent me an ask a few days ago, i’m sorry it’s taken so long! i’m going to break this down into two parts: making friends + mental health, so i hope this is helpful. the most important thing to remember in these situations is you are not alone. i struggled (and probably will continue to struggle) with both these things…. xoxo, m

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SLEEPY LIFE OF SERVAMP- ENGLISH TRANSLATION



Hello everyone! Look what I am presenting to you ^_^ I’ve been working on this for a couple of days and it was my first time doing subtitles! I tried my best to cover up the Chinese ones, ending up with YouTube-style captions.
Please note that it’s not very accurate and some parts I had to rely on context, because I just couldn’t comprehend what they were saying at certain points (if only I had the first SLS comics…)
For now, I hope you enjoy it as it is and  I will make a post that’s gonna be full of notes and all the things I had to do while translating, hoping to give you a better understanding (such as why I used certain meanings for example).

Without further ado, please enjoy it!
Also, I wrote in the beginning of the video that I would like for the video to not be uploaded on other sites. It’s OK if you want to post the link on other social media so that others can watch it here. Thank you!

Grey Eyes

Part 2:

Keith swallowed painfully, barley able to breath thanks to Not-Lances choke hold.
“So Paladins to start off I think you should get me a ship with enough supplies to get me halfway across the galaxy.”
The voice coming out of Lance was just so wrong, it was smooth and calm like it would stare down at a pile of dead bodies like they were nothing more then inconveniences in its path.
Keith could hear the others quietly muttering something, he hoped it was a plan.
“Ok, give us some time and we can send the green-”
Shiro was cut off my a sickening crack that echoed through the room.
For a moment Keith didn’t understand what had happened.
Until a scream filled with agony erupted from next to him.
Even worse it was unmistakably Lance.
“One rib Paladins for your pathetic attempt to outsmart me.”
“We weren’t trying anything!” Shiro was trying to keep his voice steady and calm but Keith knew his too well. He could hear the panic and the guilt already setting in.

“Please, its obvious that you were going to send the little green one and perhaps the yellow one as well so that they could retrieve the ship with a kill switch or a tracking device inside so that you could all play heroes and pick me up later.”
Not-Lance smirked not looking to be in pain in the slightest.
“But do correct me if I’m wrong.”
There was silence over the coms and he chuckled as he shoved Keith roughly to the ground picking up his fallen bayard before the red Paladin had a chance to lunge for it.
“Here’s how this is going to work. Every 100 ticks I don’t have my ship I’m going to break a bone in the blue Paladins body. I’ll start with the ribs, then the legs, then the arms and so on you get the idea.”
“Let then go, take me instead.” Shiro hissed.
“Oh dear black paladin don’t be foolish. I have plans for you and they don’t involve being my hostage. Start counting Paladins. I will be.” With that he cut off the coms and tossed the helmet to the side.
“Oh I do hope your friends don’t do anything stupid, it’s not exactly comfortable a body your inhabiting.”
Keith had the dig his nails into his palm to keep himself from attacking. Anything he did to Not-Lance would only hurt Lance.
“Who are you…what are you?” Keith demanded.
Not-Lance looked down at him in surprise “hmmm it’s been a long time since anyone’s asked me that. I honestly don’t remember my given name, my chosen name however is Garax.”
Keith hadn’t expected an answer, much less to be actually be given a name.
That was something at least.
It helped him distance this thing from Lance and made it easier to make his next request just as the 100 ticks came to an end.
“Hurt me instead, leave Lance alone.”
Garax grinned as he stood over Keith “you care about him don’t you?”
“Of course I do, he’s my team mate and friend.” Keith glared.
“Oh that’s not what he thinks” he kneeled down as he tapped Lance’s temple “im in his head. And boy does he think you loath him. It’s actually pretty funny since he’s also completely in love with you too.” Garax stroked Keith hair “not that I can blame him, your certainly pretty for a Galra.”
Keith jerked away as Garax straightened up chuckling and walked over to retrieve the forgotten helmet.
“J-just don’t hurt him again.” Keith managed to stutter out.
Garax sighed “I’m afraid I need you in tip top condition. See tall and blue here is a perfect little meat bag to put pressure on the others. They will be so busy trying to keep him alive I will be able to sneak right past them.” He paused for a moment and grinned “in your body.”
Keith paled at the realisation that Lance was going to suffer more.
The fact that he was next to be possessed was at the back of his mind as Garax put the helmet back on and turned on the coms.
“So black Paladin is my ship here yet?”
“Just give us a little more time.”
Garax chuckled.
“Wrong answer.”
Keith closed his eyes and covered his ears as another of Lance’s ribs were broken.
However even with his hands firmly clamped over his ears, the screams of pure agony still got through.

Let Me Love You Goodbye

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader

Featuring: Thea Queen

Words: 1964

Warning: angst

Tags: none

Request: none

Notes: this is the song:

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

Ever since you found Oliver was The Green Arrow you barely slept at night, not until he came back to you and hugged you tight, letting you know he was alright. Sometimes that didn’t happen until the first lights came through the window so you spent so many times awake. You had tried to stay at the lair with Felicity and follow the mission but you couldn’t handle it.  

You knew what you had with him was good. Too good. But you just couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t be in a relationship without knowing if that kiss would be the last one. It didn’t matter how proud you were of him for what he was doing, you loved him too watch him die. So you made the decision. The hardest one you had ever made. You knew this was going to hurt him, and you, badly but it would be the best thing for the both of you eventually.

That morning you woke up just to see that you had fallen asleep on the couch the night before. The fact that you were still there, meant that Oliver wasn’t home. Immediately, you tried to call him on his cell but he didn’t pick it up, just making your anxiety grow. Finally, you took a quick shower and got dressed before heading towards the lair.

When you stepped out of the elevator you saw the whole team gathered around one of the computers where Felicity worked. You were relieved when you saw Oliver there, safe and sound, but it only made your decision clearer.

“See if you can track him down with that…chip star shaped thing and let me know if you find something. I gotta go home to…” he turned as he talked, just to see you standing there, in front of the elevator. “(Y/N)” he finished the sentence.

A smile appeared on his face as everyone said hi to you, but you didn’t reply or smile back at your one year boyfriend. That moment, Oliver knew something was off. There was something missing in your expression and it was making him panic like he didn’t do, not even when he had someone aiming at his head with a weapon.

“Everything ok?” He asked when he was standing in front of you. His face now full of concern.

“We need to talk” was all you said.

Oliver gulped as you said those words. He wasn’t a fool. He knew that words never meant anything good.

“Ok…” he mumbled, searching your face for some kind of emotion that let him know that everything was ok.

“Do you want the room?” Diggle asked.

“No. We…we’re going home” Olive replied without taking his eyes off of you.

You two went back to the loft in silent. You didn’t have anything to say. He was there, safe and sound, after spending another night out as the Green Arrow. You didn’t know what he was up to at that moment and you were better off not knowing. When you stepped into the loft, he closed the door and you turned to look at him.

“Don’t do this” he said immediately.

“Don’t do what?” You asked.

“The way you look… I know you’re not going to tell me how much you love me” he said crossing his arms.

“You’re right” you sighed as you looked down at your feet, not knowing where to start. “Oliver, I don’t want to hurt you” you started talking. “But… you’re hurting me. Every night, every day you go out there I sit here not knowing if I will ever see you again alive. And it’s killing me” you said.

“You know what I do this” he frowned.

“I do, and I don’t want you to stop because you being the Green Arrow is one of the things I love about you. Still, I can’t. I don’t remember the last time I slept the whole night. I spend more time worrying about you than loving you and it’s too much”

Oliver could feel his heart literally breaking into tiny pieces. You were the best thing that ever happened to him and you were leaving him. It didn’t matter that you didn’t want to hurt him, you were doing it and he understood why. That’s why he didn’t know what to tell you to make you stay. He knew you were right. You were suffering every single time he went out there to shot arrows.

“I know there is nothing I can do to change what I’ve done but I’m sure there is still something we can do about this” he said almost desperate.

“I’m sorry Oli” you said shaking your head. “I love you too much to see you kill yourself but I won’t stop you from being the Arrow” you added.

The way he was looking at you was also painful but you knew there was no other option. You took a deep breath and made your way to the door. A part of you hoped that he would stop you but he didn’t so you just walked out of the loft, knowing you were leaving an important part of you in there but also trusting it would really be for the best.

After wondering around the city for a while you knew the only place you could go was to Thea’s. It was true she was Oliver’s sister but she was also your best friend and that was exactly what you needed. Although she was working at the City Hall when you called her, the moment you told her what had happened with Oliver, she said she would pick you up in five minutes.

“Are you sure this is for the best?” She asked. When you got to her apartment, you told her what happened as you two sat on the couch.

“Yes… it was becoming too much and I couldn’t handle it anymore, Thea” you sighed looking down at your hands.

“I understand” she said nodding. “I just hope it really is for the best” she added.

“Me too” you agreed.

“Look, I have to go back to the City Hall, you can stay here as long as you need ok?” she said getting up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be ok” you told her with a small smile.


Later that day, when it was already dark, you realized you hadn’t taken anything from the loft. All you had in your purse was your phone, your wallet, a notebook and an eyeliner. Everything was at the loft. When you checked the time you supposed Oliver would be around the city in his green costume so you decided it was the best moment to go back and take some of your stuff. First, you took a shower and borrowed some of Thea’s clothes before heading out. Of course, you left a note in case she came back before you did.

On the way to the loft you felt strangely calmed, like you were just going for a walk. But that calm disappeared the moment you opened the door of the loft and found the lights on and Oliver sitting on the couch. He looked up and surprised appeared on his face when he saw you.

“(Y/N)…” he said getting up immediately.

“I came to pick up some stuff” you said quickly.

Oliver’s heart broke again. For a moment he thought you were coming back to him. That he had a second chance but as soon as you said that he nodded and sat down once again, putting his face in his hands, feeling as miserable as he was feeling thirty seconds ago. As you walked towards the stairs, he looked at you. You were so damn beautiful and perfect to his eyes that he didn’t know how to let you go.

Some minutes later, you came back down with a little suitcase with you. That made everything even more real and painful.

“So…” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment. “Goodbye, Oliver” you said.

“Wait” he said getting up before you could get to the door. You stopped on your tracks, not turning to look at him but ready to hear whatever he had to say. “You should stay tonight” he said.

What? With a frown, you turned around to look at him. What he was talking about?

“What?”

“I’m trying to face the fact that the moment you walk out of that door you won’t be mine so…” he took a deep breath, not really knowing why he was doing this when it would hurt both of you even more. But he needed you, one more time, one last night before you left. “Stay” he said again.

“Oliver that won’t help any of us” you sighed. Despite what you were saying, you wanted to stay the night more than anything else, but you knew it wasn’t going to be good for any of you.

“Look…if this is it, at least let end it right…” he took a step towards you and placed a hand on your face, so you wouldn’t look away. “We’re already hurting. Both of us so…go on and twist the knife” he shrugged.

He had a point. You knew he did. It wouldn’t make any different but you didn’t know how to get over this if you stayed with him one more night.

“I don’t know Oliver…” you said looking down.

“Just…” he chuckled to himself. “Let me love you goodbye” he said.

You smiled a bit as he said the name of one of your favorite songs. How could you resist to this man when you knew you were desperately in love with him and you would always be?

“We’re so going to regret this” you mumbled taking a step closer before you kissed him.

The moment your lips touched, he placed the other hand on your cheek as well, deepening the kiss, as you wrapped your arms around him. You had always felt so good with him, so protected. It was home and you needed to be at home one more time before everything was over. Slowly, you two moved to the couch, taking off your clothes, until he laid you down on the couch, on your underwear, and he laid on top of you, kissing your neck slowly, making you forget why you were about to leave this man.

When you woke up the next morning, you two were still on the couch, covered by a blanket and with Oliver hugging you against his chest. You couldn’t even remember the last time you woke up like this. Usually he was already gone by the time you woke up. The feeling of his breath against your neck, made you want to stay but you knew you couldn’t. Nothing had changed. Maybe he had taken the night off but the city still needed the Green Arrow and Oliver needed him too.

Carefully you got up and got dressed, trying not to wake him up, and went to the door. Just before walking out of the loft, you turned to look one last time to the man who had your heart and would always have it. Then, you walked out.

Oliver woke up with the sound of the door closing and looked around confused, feeling cold. Soon, he realized you had been the one leaving so he got up fast and walked to the balcony just in time to see you crossing the street with the suitcase behind you. The image made Oliver’s heart break even more but he knew he couldn’t change your mind, he knew he wasn’t making you happy and letting you go was the best thing he could do, even when it was the hardest one he would ever do.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry you have to deal with all of the flak you're getting from people about Zhenya and Shoma. I don't understand why people have to hate on others who provide fair criticism about their favourite skaters... But anyway, I hope that it isn't getting to you too much, and that you're doing OK. As for my question, How would you rate Yuzu's jumps in order of favourite to least favourite, or most consistent to least consistent? And, other than Hanyu, who is your favourite skater in the mens field?

Oh, an ask to which I can wholeheartedly shamelessly stan Yuzu and gif-spam people, I love it, thank you!

Quick answer first: on the current circuit, my 2nd favorite after His Majesty is Patrick Chan aka PChiddy of Chanada.

Now for the long part: among His Majesty’s majestic jumps, his most consistent and my most favorite, by a mile, is the triple Axel. According to skateDB, his success rate on the 3A in competition up until end of last season is 92.3% and that is an insane number, utterly out of this world when you consider all the crazy entries and exits he’s been doing with it. I mean, in order to find a triple Axel he entered on a long-ish edge hold, you’d have to go all the way back to his early Junior days.

Incidentally, it was this one jump at this one event (Cup of China 2011) that got me hooked on the Yuzuru Hanyu, and the rest, as they say, is history :)

By the way, @ciindyho: I got your ask on Yuzu’s 3A entries and I swear I’m not ignoring you. I’m, err, collecting materials for that post. It’s a rather lengthy process because I keep running into intense argument with people regarding which entry is harder than which…

In his official quad repertoire, the quad toe loop is by far the most consistent, at 70.4% historical success rate, and I think the entire last season he only missed it once (SCAC). Over the years Yuzu has become so comfortable with the 4T that it has become his go-to emergency quad when he needed a BV boost, and for 2017-2018, he’s incorporating two variations of the 4T combos into his layout: the 4T+Rippon 3T for the SP and 4T+1Lo+3S for the FS. A characteristic which I’ve always appreciated about his quad toe (and all of his toe jumps, really) is how light and quick his toe tap is, to the point that his toe loop can easily be mistaken for a Salchow if you don’t pay enough attention to how he uses his left foot:

The quad loop, officially debuted in competition just last season, is turning out to be a fine weapon as well, at 66.7% success rate. On a personal level, that jump is my most favorite quad of his, especially when he does it out of this very distinctive cross roll:

I’ve remarked on this a couple of times before: Yuzu has quite an unusual approach to the loop, in that he’d take off for that jump on a left back outside edge instead of inside as is common. In theory, that’d increase the level of difficulty, since that quirk makes his loop a counter-rotated jump, similar to the Lutz. The fact that Yuzu finds it more comfortable to jump the loop that way is to me a pretty nice indicator of his love for all things extra, complex, and contradictory.

Then there’s the troubled child, the quad Salchow. That jump has been problematic ever since he first attempted it in competition and last season was clearly the cause of much anxiety. My personal theory is that he loves it because it’s an edge jump but hates it because it takes off from an inside edge, and so we ended up with that dramatic roller-coaster of the Yuzu x Quad Sal love affair. When he does land it though, it’s a thing of absolute beauty: breathtaking speed on both entry and exit, lighting quick snap into a perfect air position and an ideal axis, and of course there’s the striking height and distance he achieves in all his quads:

Among his non-Axel triples, my favorite is the triple Lutz. It’s also the triple that Yuzu is most confident in, as proven by the fact that it has been his last jumping pass in the free skate for the past 5 seasons. Yuzu’s Lutz technique is simply immaculate: short entry, deep outside edge, clean toe tap. Plus, because it’s the final jump, he almost never fails to top it up with some dramatic exit, built to impress. 

Now you might’ve heard here or there that the Lutz is not Yuzu’s strong jump, but that is just objectively untrue. He might appear to have some trouble landing the 3Lz, but it has nothing to do with imperfect technique. The perpetrator is and has always been the quad Lutz. Practicing that quad has more or less messed up his timing on its triple version, as in he would time and again take off for his 3Lz as if it’s a quad: greater height, faster snap. If he manages to maintain his focus, he would counter this effect by either delaying his rotation a tiny bit or unfold his air position sooner for the landing, or both, which essentially would result in his triple Lutz having this incredible aesthetically pleasing visual effect which I dub the self-made slow motion:

(If he doesn’t have his full focus, most often for lack of stamina, the timing mess would make him either pop the jump or fall on his butt, in which case he’d usually follow it up with a cheeky little smile as he picks himself up, and that’s adorable, but beside the point)

Then we have the triple flip, which also used to be a troubled child but has, for a long time now, outgrown its troublemaker phase and matured into this stunning beauty:

The issue with the triple flip used to be his tendency to switch to an outside edge before takeoff (he loves that takeoff edge a bit too much for his own good, really). Since the 2014-2015 season though, his team has figured out the trick to help him stay on the inside edge, namely, to have him entered it using that tricky three-turn sequence as shown above, which basically serves to distract him from the takeoff: turn + edge - turn + edge - turn + edge - jump - oops 3F is already over, let’s move on. His flips now are done on a proper inside edge, and, thanks to that entry, always seem to materialize out of thin air. It probably won’t ever be his favorite though, so on balance of probability, expecting a quad Axel from him is way more realistic than a quad flip.

That about covers the essence of his jump portfolio, since he’s obviously no longer able to do a solo 3T or 3S and likely even 3Lo.

As a bonus, among his combos, I’d like to make a special shout-out to these jumps which I have a borderline unhealthy obsession with: his +2T with Rippon variation. The varied air position in these is always done with such elegance and grace, don’t you think?

Obsessions (Part 4)

Writer- @myhellyourstories

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Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Descendants characters, all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story.

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Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Warning(s)- Cursing, Taking about abuse, Self-harming, Blood.

Words- 2561

A/N- I don’t feel like writing Harry’s pirate grammar, so imagine it’s more piratey.

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anonymous asked:

ok, so I'm not sure if this is a drarry cliche, but I really like it. When Draco is a melancholic grown up, and one night after couple of drinks he decides to make a colorful flower-tatto in his dark mark. And when Harry sees the flowers he fall more (if he cans) in love with him. So, I hope wrote this well and you to understand my idea. Ily💕 -🌹

I skipped the part where Draco got the tattoo and focused on Harry’s reaction to meeting Draco again and seeing the flower tattoo for the first time. Hope you like it! <3

Flower Tattoo around the Dark Mark!Draco + smitten!Harry 

+ bonus: Apothecary owner!Draco + tattooed!Harry

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It was a few years after the War that Harry and Malfoy’s paths crossed again. Well, Harry made them cross actually. He had seen Malfoy a few times and he was intrigued by the man. But he hadn’t had an excuse to approach him, unfortunately. Until Malfoy had opened his own apothecary the previous month. It was the perfect opportunity. And Harry had noticed that not a lot of people went there, even though, as far as Hermione had informed him, Malfoy’s prices and quality were better than anywhere else.

And Harry had learned how to use his fame in the past few years. He knew that just by going into Malfoy’s apothecary when a journalist or two could see him, would double and even triple Malfoy’s clientele. And Hermione had said that Malfoy had changed for the better. So why not help him a bit? It wouldn’t cost Harry anything. And it was the perfect excuse to meet the man. Double win!

And that’s how he ended up in Malfoy’s apothecary. When he entered and the bell rang, Malfoy’s head lifted from the book he was reading. He had automatically began to greet Harry but the moment he realized who had entered the apothecary, his voice trailed uncertain. A second later the shock was gone and he cleared his throat before speaking again.

“Potter, what a surprise. How may I help you?”

Harry took a good look at Malfoy. The other man’s hair was short on the sides and longer on top, styled back nicely. It didn’t look overdone like his gelled hair had been back in school. It looked good on Malfoy. He wore a simple dark blue shirt, a button opened at the throat. It contrasted nicely with Malfoy’s pale skin. The sleeves were rolled up and Harry knew the Dark Mark was bare but Malfoy’s inner forearms were facing the counter so Harry couldn’t see it.

He realized he had been staring at Malfoy too long and immediately tried to rectify that.

“Hi, Malfoy. Nice place.” he said in what he hoped what a nonchalant tone.

Malfoy looked surprised for a second before his lips curved into a small smile. He was obviously proud of his apothecary.

“Thanks. So did you come just out of curiosity or can I actually offer you something?”

Harry was prepared. He wouldn’t admit this to anyone, but he had spent half an hour at home perfecting his excuse to visit Malfoy’s apothecary. He had concluded that buying a Pepperup potion would be the best thing to do. Several vials, not to appear as if he was scouting the apothecary. Three would do. Not too few, not too many.

“Well, I was curious, but Hermione praises your potions so much, so I thought I might as well buy something while I’m here, right? I’ll take…hm, three vials of Pepperup.”

Malfoy turned to take the vials from a shelf behind him and Harry finally took a good look at the Dark Mark. He was surprised to notice that it wasn’t the only tattoo occupying Malfoy’s forearm. Around the skull and the snake were dozens of daffodils, their elegance and colour - a striking contract to the vile Dark Mark. They almost drowned it with their beauty. Harry was transfixed. The tattoo was wonderfully done. And the meaning, or what Harry supposed was the meaning, made it even better in his book. It was a great way to both deal with the Dark Mark, as it could not be removed no matter what, and to honor someone you love at the same time. And it was a way to deal with one’s mistakes and regrets as well. 

Harry’s chest tightened and he spoke before he could think twice about it. He wanted a confirmation.

“Tribute to your mum?”

Malfoy turned, a confused look on his face. When Harry made a gesture with his head to show Malfoy what he meant, Malfoy gave him a calculated look before deciding that there was no malice or ridicule in Harry’s words and answered.

“Yeah, it is. Pretty great for a drunken decision, right? Well, I wasn’t drunk enough not to remember getting it but it still counts. Though probably anything would’ve been an improvement on…that.” he sneered at the Dark Mark.

“I think it’s great! I have a lily tattoo, like my mum. I mean my mum was named Lily, hence the lily tattoo.” Harry said with more enthusiasm than he had planned. His heart was beating faster. “It’s on my chest, near the heart where… nevermind. It’s near the heart. Wanna see?”

The moment the words left his lips, his face flamed. He had not just offered to show his bare chest to Draco Malfoy. He just couldn’t have! Who offers to show their bare chest in the middle of the winter to their childhood rival who they hadn’t talked with in years?? 

But based on the surprised look on Malfoy’s face and the pink tint to his cheeks, Harry had just done that. Bloody hell! 

“I-I mean… That would be weird, right! I just get excited about flower tattoos based on mothers’ names, I guess. It’s my weird thing. I mean, one of my weird things. But I don’t have too many weird thing! Just… just some.”

He was sure someone could fry an egg on his cheeks. Malfoy looked amused. A small smile graced his lips and Harry’s heart leapt, despite his humiliation.

“It’s a very specific thing. However, if you still want to show me your tattoo, I wouldn’t refuse.”

Harry’s jaw dropped. Well, metaphorically speaking. He sure hoped his mouth hadn’t actually opened that much.That would be even more humiliating.

Besides, Malfoy couldn’t mean what Harry thought he meant. Right? Maybe Malfoy was just interested in his tattoo. It was more logical than Malfoy being interested in Harry. Right? Right?!?!?

Malfoy must’ve noticed his internal turmoil and he decided to put Harry out of his misery.

“After you take me out for dinner, of course. Somewhere expensive, naturally.” he added with a smirk.

Harry didn’t even try to stop the huge grin that spread on his lips.

“Tonight then, after closing time!”

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I've had a really bad couple of days can u post pictures of noodle

Sure thing buddy! I hope your week gets better! Noodle does too!

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Noodle wants you to take deep breaths. Preferably slower than hers but she’s just excited to try and help you feel better

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Try to shake it off if you can! bad times always pass!

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it’s also ok to curl up in bed for a bit and just rest. You deserve it!

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Noodle says you are welcome to come to her house to chill anytime! you dont even have to put on real pants. noodle cant even wear pants she doesn’t judge! This is her biggest house she’s sure you can fit. (she does not understand human vs eel size very well)

she also wants to offer you some nice eats (trust me: you should politely decline, it’s salty, raw seafood)

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lastly: a mighty roar! It will keep the bad times away! Probably! 

Crushes

I just realized….

My first “Crush” was me being pressured into thinking I had a crush

My second “Crush” what purely an aesthetic attraction

My 3rd: Literally just me trying to figure out “why the hell dont i have a crush, let me try flirting and see if that helps” (it didnt)

My 4th: I wanted to get to know him. Thats it. I classified the feeling as a crush. It was probably just a strong Squish. 

And I dont understand dating at all. Like what (other than sexual activies) Can you do with a S.O, That you cant do with a friend.

Like… I can go to dinner with friends, and buy my friends chocolate. I can take them to the movies, and we can go to the park. I DONT GET IT??? What am I missing here? Idk.

I keep being told “i’ll understand when I am older” but I kinda hope I dont. Dating seems like a lot of work anyway

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Request- Ok, so I know you must have a lot of namjoon smut by now, but if u don’t mind can I add one more to the pile? (If not I understand) one where u and namjoon are just hanging out in his room nd he randomly ask if u have ever watched porn and You are kinda shy and like, no. Eventually he pulls some up for u2 to watch and it leads to smut. 

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy. 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes, you have been warned! 

Originally posted by smol-jims


Namjoon has been a really good friend of yours for years. It was an odd friendship though, it wasn’t your average friendship. For instance, you both had feelings for each other, just did nothing about about. Except for that one night when you were both a little tipsy and made out, until Hoseok came and took you home. 

For you Namjoon was like this sexy man you confided in from time to time, that you may or not wanted to ride. And you knew he had feelings for you, as he always had his hands on you and he told you when he was drunk. You’re just not one for making a first move. 

The drunken make out session was never mentioned again, which made you think he didn’t want to take your friendship in another direction. Which was also okay with you. 

Namjoon- Come over? 

You didn’t find this friendship odd, you more embraced it. Namjoon was good to you, he was always there as a shoulder to cry on. You appreciated him, more then you could put in words. 

Y/N- Now? 

Namjoon- Please? I’m bored and I miss you. 

Y/N- I’ll be there in 10 minutes. 


You knocked on Namjoon’s dorm door, looking down at your outfit. Just to make sure there wasn’t something out of place. Namjoon opens the door, your gaze shifting from the floor, taking in his appearance. He wore loose track suit bottoms and a tank top, his hair swept back in a snap back. He was so effortlessly sexy. 

“Hey Y/N.” Namjoon greets you, smiling down at you. “Are you just going to stand there staring, or are you going to come in and hang out?” You cleared your throat, walking past him timidly, getting a whiff of his masculine scent. It was comforting. 

“Where are the guys?” You look back over your shoulder at Namjoon, noticing the silence that filled the dorm, which was usually lively. 

“We have the day off, so the boys are out enjoying the day.” Namjoon scratches the back of his head, looking a little anxious. 

“Well, I’m honoured you want to spend your day off with me.” You giggle. “What are we gonna do?” 

“Ehh, just watch a movie in bed?” Namjoon suggests, you nod your head, agreeing with his plan. Namjoon leads the way to his bedroom, opening the door letting you step in, before closing the door behind you. 

Namjoon had sent up his bed with plush soft pillows, warm fluffy blankets and the lights were dim. It was a comfortable setting. You slip off your jacket and your shoes, climbing onto Namjoon’s bed and getting comfortable. You pat the place beside you, wanting Namjoon to join you already, which he does. Putting his laptop on his knee. 

“What are we going to watch?” You ask. Namjoon shifts in the bed, so he’s facing your more, staring down at you. 

“Have you ever watched porn?” Namjoon abruptly asks. You’re cheeks instantly heat up, making you turn away from Namjoon. 

“Mhmm… no. W-why are you asking me this?” You try to avoid eye contact with Namjoon at all costs in that moment. 

“Let’s watch some then.” Namjoon coolly says. You snap your head around, staring at him with your eyes wide in shook. 

“What?!” 

“Let’s watch porn together.” You can’t form any coherent sentence, glancing over to Namjoon’s laptop screen, seeing a man going down on his secretary, with huge breasts. 

“Namjoon, this is so cliche.” You point out, you cringe more watching the video clip, the women was extremely loud. 

“That’s the point, Y/N. Men are that simple.” 

“I highly doubt that.” You mutter under your breath. The video clip soon turned into a steamy session. You could feel your core heating up, getting horny whilst sitting next to sexy Namjoon was not helping. 

Your whole body was heating up, more and more as you continued to watch porn. You started to rub your legs together to relieve some of the ache between your thighs. 

Namjoon abruptly closed his laptop, placing it on the floor, before he was moving so he was hovering over your body. He had your head trapped between his arms, staring down at you. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Namjoon smirked down at you. 

“I’m fine.” You avert your gaze towards the door, until Namjoon smooths a hand down your face, bringing your gaze back to him. 

“I’d like to help you out with your.. problem.” Namjoon says in a low husky voice. Your stomach was full of butterfly’s. You couldn’t believe this was happening to you. You had so many fantasy’s like this, Namjoon claiming you as his for the night. And now it was actually happening. 

“O-okay.” You stutter out in a whisper, for only you and Namjoon to hear. Namjoon leans down, connecting his soft, plush lips with yours. As soon as his lips touched yours, you knew your friendship would never be the same again. Namjoon pulls back. 

“Are you okay with this? I can stop-” You sit up, pressing your lips firmly against his, pulling back just enough to mutter against his lips. 

“I want this.” Namjoon doesn’t waste any time, kissing you with more hunger this time. Namjoon slipshis arms around your waist, flipping you both over so you were on top now. 

Namjoon sat up with his back against the head board, his large hands gripping your thighs. Pulling you closer, so your heat was directly over his hard dick. Smoothing his hands up your thighs, griping your ass and sliding up your top pulling his higher and higher up. 

You raise your arms letting him pull your top up over your head, tossing it away. Namjoon sat up more, so you were both chest to chest. His hands unclasping your bra, letting it fall between you. You erect nipples rubbing against his tones chest. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I can’t put a number on how many times I thought about this, having you close to me like this. Having you as mine.” Namjoon pulls you down for another passionate kiss before you could answer him. 

You knock Namjoon hat off his head, so you can run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the stands. You start to grind your core down on his hard member. A moan slipping past your lips at the friction. 

“Namjoon, I’m so wet right now.” You gasp out. Your fingers find the hem of his tank top, pulling it off him. You run your nails over his toned torso. Namjoons hands grope your breasts, messaging them. His fingers pinching your erect nipples. 

“I can help you with that, sweet heart.” Namjoon smirks, he takes his hands away from your breasts, slipping them into your pants roughly pulling them down your ass. You sit up, letting him pull them off easier. Leaving you completely naked in front of Namjoon. 

“You’re so beautiful, sweet heart.” Namjoon gazes at you’re body in awe and lust. Namjoon slips his hand in between your legs, rubbing fast circles into your clit, as he kisses along your collar bone. 

“Namjoon, I need more.” You whisper in his ear. 

“Tell me what you need baby.” He says between open mouthed kisses on your chest, his hot breath against your sick felt amazing. 

“I need you, I want you inside me… Filling me up.” You moan out. You can feel Namjoon smirking against you. 

“Of course, sweet heart. Have me then.” Namjoon takes his hands off you, sitting back. He looks at his pants then back at you, you catch his drift. You pull his sweats down just enough to reveal his erect dick. 

You tease yourself, rubbing his tip up and done your wet pussy. Pushing his tip in before pulling it back out again. 

“Stop teasing me, sweet heart. I need to be inside you, just as much as you want me to be filling your tight pussy up.” Namjoon smacks your butt firmly. You giggle, slipping him in your tight pussy. You start to bounce up and down on Namjoon’s lap. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, f-filling me up.” You pant out between bounces. Namjoon sits up, holding you tight against him, standing up with you in his arms. He starts to buck his hips into your, pumping his dick in and out of your pussy. Fucking up into you, your wrap your arms around his neck tightly. You’re erect nipples grinding off his chest with ever bounce. 

“As much as I loved seeing your tits bounce, as you fuck yourself on me, I just need to fuck you like this.” Namjoon pants against your ear. You really didn’t care what position yous were in, as long as he was fucking you. 

“Please d-don’t stop.” You moan, Namjoon was fucking you just right. Your were a moaning mess, cumming undone around his dick. Your nails dug into his back, as his name slipped past your lips again and again. 

“That’s it sweet heart, cum for me.” His seductive deep voice, had you cumming around him. Your body shaking in his hold. His hands griping your ass, pumping himself into your pussy, his cum spilling into you. He let out a lengthy loud moan of your name. 

Namjoon pumped in and out of your pussy a few times, before stop and just holding you against him, as he tries to calm his breathing down. Namjoon sets you down gently, grabbing the tissues from his dresser, cleaning you up. He grabs a t-shirt, slipping it over your body, it was a lot bigger then you. 

“You’re staying with me tonight. Shall we actually watch a movie now.” Namjoon winked, pulling you under the covers with him. 


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Eyes of Fire

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Request: Jealous lucifer x reader please! Maybe where reader helps another Angel groom their wings and doesn’t understand how intimate it is or why cas is so jealous. Thanks 😊 xox Hey sorry! I meant jealous lucifer because the reader is helping Cas. Thanks 😊

Warnings: Jealous!Lucifer, a little fluff.

Word Count: 524

A/N: I don’t feel like I did this justice. But I have it my best shot. I hope you enjoy it and feedback is always welcome.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

“Will you stop fidgeting Cas?” You grabbed the fidgeting angels shoulders. “How did you even manage to get your wings this dirty?” You asked as you appraised his wings

“I was on a hunt with Sam and Dean and we were hunti-“

“Ok stop right there.” You laughed. “Can I get the short non-Cas version of this story?”

“Oh, I was thrown into some mud.”

You doubled over in laughter. “Oh Cas.”

Cas turned and looked at you. “I don’t understand. What is so funny?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You Cas. You’re so adorkable.” You took the wet cloth out of his hand. He still looked confused but he turned back around and gave you access to his wings.

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Outlander Episode 3x05 Watch

Here they are my silly thoughts about this episode 😜. Thanks for reading. 

Finally the bagpipes are back!!!!!!! 🎶

Claire making a Tree Decoration to celebrate Bree’s first Christmas….😭❤️

She’s thinking about Jamie….. ❤️

How cute is their office? I really love Lady Jane and Joe’s friendship…..  

Roger trying to get pretty before seeing Brianna. Sorry, Roger, but it’s not a good time…..

OK…. her wig here is just awful 😂 

Roger looking at Claire and thinking: “Ok, at least my future mother-in-law loves me.” The problem will be Jamie, Roger 😂.

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