i hope you proud of us too!


Jhope can’t help but stare lovingly at jimin

Originally posted by jihope-less

Jimin can turn shy …

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

But he also adddooores Hoseok

Originally posted by hackmylife-verse

This pair is generous with fanservice

Originally posted by missbaptan

They laugh together a lot

Originally posted by jihope-less

And they put their arms around one another

Originally posted by dee-gogo

Soooo naturally

Originally posted by j-hopegirl

They also jump into each others’ arms

Originally posted by xogotmonstajams

Even if Jimin doesn’t really enjoy it …

Originally posted by vmiin

They laugh at eachother at times

Originally posted by jkguks

and confort eachother when needed

Originally posted by savagenyoung

Somehow Jhope loves Jimin’s head *pat pat*

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

But he dislikes the smell somehow

Originally posted by parkjimen

He is obsessed with the idea of kissing Jimin

Originally posted by eyesmiletrash

Really … obsessed … 

Originally posted by beatriceindre

I mean look at Jimin, who wouldn’t ?!! (But Chimchim keeps hugging Hobi even when he make it seem like he wanna get away - Boy you better decide)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

Hobi is Jimini’s biggest fan

Originally posted by frutillito

He is more proud of Jimin’s abs than Jimin himself (Sarry if someone fainted here)

Originally posted by aegyojimin

He even declared his love

Originally posted by jeonsshi

And those stares

Originally posted by rapmonabiased

I mean…

Originally posted by heeminee

THOSE stares

Originally posted by kpophott

Ended in something like this

Originally posted by park-nim

Then this

Originally posted by trashoferverything

And then OMG THIS (The”did their lips touch” is still a mistery)

Originally posted by lqtaehyungie

And now it is jimin who asks for more (He awoken the beast)

Originally posted by dabbingjungkookie

And remember when Jimin gave us the best gift for valentines

Originally posted by beuits

Or when Jhope who never gets angry got upset because Jimin got disrespected

Originally posted by jihope-inthestars

They easily make my day

Originally posted by btsarekings

So I hope this post made yours too

Originally posted by irapjustlikejay-z


anonymous asked:

If the art was that good people would see it anyway. Without the artist needing to reblog it 100 times

I see you’re stemming from liv’s @larvesta own answer about this and I’m not gonna lie, I’m really hesitant about saying anything on the matter bc i don’t do this kind of thing but I realise people actually think this way so here’s a proper answer. 

It doesn’t work that way. I should know, I should really know. People here on Tumblr get lucky often and you wouldn’t think that, especially if you don’t create content yourself. Things just don’t become popular all of a sudden, most of the time it needs to get reblogged by the right person and add the balance between having good content yourself as well as an ongoing status as a creator. Not to mention how you go about treating your followers, your personality and how you act here. And you’ll tell me; “But people with good art have so many notes! It must be because they’re good! See, you don’t need to reblog it so many times!”

I hope you know what it feels like to be an artist here because I do. I especially do. I have talked, reblogged, supported, and have met so many, too many artists here, some insanely obscure. Some whose work looks like it took so many hours and has very little over 50 notes; my work included. And I can tell you now that I can personally handpick and tell you that some of the work I’m most proud of and have took many hours on are not over 200 notes. I’m not saying I’m frustrated by that, because some of us are reassured in our skill but let me tell you that every time I think of a fellow artist out there who releases amazing art and earns very little notes who looks at their note count and wonders if they are good enough, my heart breaks. And there’s young artists who are still getting by, who are not as good yet but took the same amount of effort and time, they deserve to be cheered on. 

Because people think artists here are machines, capable of creating content without regards to who actually appreciates it. No one is like that, artists are fragile just like everyone else and people really forget that. They really do. 

People don’t just see the art out of nowhere, do you understand the huge amount in this platform? There’s millions of work everywhere, you need to be supported to be seen, you need to withstand the thousands of others around you and you might have to create something that’s away from the norm to stand out, you might have to take hours of your time. You don’t know unless you really indulge yourself this platform, you don’t know unless you yourself do work for more than four hours, no breaks and absolutely tired, and look at your note count to see a disheartening number. You have no idea, you really don’t.

And don’t guilt them, please. I could reblog my art so many times, but sometimes the thougt of ‘maybe it gets annoying’ always bears in my mind, artists are made to feel like it’s okay that they’re not being appreciated. I’m proud of those who reblog their art because they know they deserve better, and guess what? They do.  

There’s a difference between good content and popular content, popular content aimed towards a specific audience that you know will like and reblog that. Good content is a dangerous hit and miss. I really appreciate people who do art for things that are not popular, because sometimes they really do have to rely solely on their skills. I say it’s a dangerous hit and miss because you know it might not have that specific audience, but you still take the effort and time into it anyway. Imagine that; knowing something is popular but going for the alternative anyway; taking time, taking effort, putting your all into it. That’s absolutely insane, man. Imagine knowing you can put that time and effort into something popular that might attract way more notes, but still doing something else for the sake of that something else. 

Also there’s the matter of timezones, in which there’s a worldly concept that everyone is in different times and not everyone is here at the same time to see the same content. I don’t want to explain this; please at least understand the concept of time. 

Artists reblog their work because they want others to see it, to appreciate it. Because sometimes it’s the only way others can. Reblogging their own work is an artist’s way of supporting themselves and you think I’m going to let you let them think that that’s a bad thing? That they’re not allowed to do that? Go home, buddy. 

I don’t have anything against anyone, I just wrote this realising that people actually think this is actually how it works and even then, I don’t have anything against you, maybe you’re just misinformed, some just don’t know enough about this to really understand. 

So here it is buds: support artists supporting themselves. It’s as simple as that. 

Magnus is crying because I just worked up the courage to send a physical letter to Travis Mcelroy and I was finally able to tell him how much Magnus means to me and how much my life has changed because of his example. Magnus is crying. I am crying. We’re all crying.

I think a lot of young and newly-out or closeted LGBT people believe that life outside “the closet” or life as an LGBT adult in general is either all fun all the time, or a horrendous series of discriminating events and a constant burden that inhibits your safety. And certainly our lives can be either of those things, but it is also possible to have a totally normal and fulfilling life as a gay, bi, or trans person that includes lots of happy moments and a healthy sex life and healthy friendships and regular life disappointments and some bad days and some great days. I think a lot of young LGBT people need to hear that there is a future for them and it doesn’t always have to be just gloom. It is possible to find partners and fall in love, it is possible for us to pursue career paths that make us as happy as possible, it is possible for us to find loving and caring friend groups and start our own families, etc. It is possible to just live a life. Our identities and realities don’t have to only be a source of strife, or politics, or shame, or fear of ourselves. They can be another part of a healthy and wonderful life.

I love being a lesbian- it is something I am very proud of, I am glad to be part of a group as historically resilient as LGBT people, and if you are LGBT too you should also take pride in being part of a group of people who, despite all the odds, have developed our own cultures and ways of living and above all else have carved out space for us to live our lives genuinely. Being LGBT isn’t this terrible, awful curse. It is a beautiful thing in its own right, even if people around you don’t recognize that, and I hope for all of us that we are able to find places and groups where we can feel happy about our lives and who we are. We all deserve that.

here’s my submission for @splat2zine 💕💖 thank you for having me! ^o^


Milkmaid Braids

Hi !  ♥ I just wanted to show you the hair I made for Cottage Garden, the fan made Stuff pack I’ve worked on with my friends from @plumbobteasociety.

It’s my first hair and I had no idea where I was going when I’ve started, so I’m quite proud to have managed to finish it and be happy with it ! I hope you will like it too ♥ I’ve already seen it used in some screenshots and it’s so exciting !

Note that the scarf overlay accessory isn’t a mesh and will only work with this hair. Also, huge thanks to @simlaughlove and @femmeonamissionsims who helped me to fix some issues, the hair wouldn’t be the same without them !

Download Cottage Garden SP (or download the hair individually on the item index) right here on PTS !

                                        940328 ❤️ Happy Birthday Jackson Wang

“Jackson’s skills are excellent but he is humble. He does well till the point that I feel embarrassed. He has a charming and sexy style so many girls like him.”- Bambam

Happy birthday to one of the most humble, caring, and most hard working person we all know! Thank you for everything you do for got7 and all of us ahgases. We know you try your hardest to make sure everyone is happy. You are a blessing in everyones lives and we hope you continue to spread your loving ways to everyone you meet. Jackson we all love you and we are thankful you have such gentle heart and we are extremely proud of you, but we also worry too. Remember it is ok to take time to rest and take care of yourself. We rather see our sunshine happy and healthy and together will the rest of GOT7! Please continue on this wonderful journey with GOT7 as y'all continue to grow. No matter what, us ahgases will love and support you! ❤️ #KINGJACKSONDAY

Older brother Namjoon + rest of BTS scolds you PT.11

BTS x Reader

Genre: Angst

Namjoon’s Sister AU

[PT.1] [PT.2] [PT.3][PT.4][PT.5] [PT.6] [PT.7] [PT.8] [PT.9] [PT.10] [PT.11] [PT.12] [PT.13] [PT.14:END] [PT.14 Alternative]

Originally posted by joonjuly

Y/N’s p.o.v

It was a lie. Saying that I didn’t need him anymore was a complete lie. I wanted to have my older brother around. I wanted him to protect me like the knight in shining armour he once was. But having me around him is probably making his life more difficult, and he doesn’t need that. He doesn’t need his annoying younger sister who does nothing but cause trouble. He doesn’t need, me.

We stood there in silent. I still had tears cascading down my face. He looked at me, his eyes welling up with tears too. What have I done? It was never my intention to make him cry. 

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Ruby Rose’s Letter

“Hey, sis.

I hope my letters have been reaching you and Dad. I know written stuff has never been super reliable, but… I guess it’s all we’ve got these days. Anyways, in case you haven’t been getting them, I want to say… I’m sorry for leaving the way I did. I know you told me it was a reckless idea, and after everything I’ve been through, I can definitely say you were right.

“It’s been hard, hard on all of us, and I’m not just talking about the monsters we’ve fought out here. Every step we made took us further and further away from the things we knew, and every morning, we woke up wondering if just over the next hill would be something good… or something terrible. It’s scary, not knowing what’s going to happen next. And the things we do know now - just how bad it can get - almost makes it all worse.

“You told me once that bad things just happen. You were angry when you said it, and I didn’t want to listen. But you were right; bad things do happen. They happen all the time… every day. Which is why I’m out here. To do whatever I can, wherever I can, and hopefully, do some good.

“We’ve all lost something. I’ve seen what loss can do to people. But if we gave up every time we lost, then we’d never be able to move forward. We’d never have a chance to see whatever beautiful things the future might have waiting for us. We’d never have the strength to change, whether it’s ourselves, or the world around us. And we’d never be there for other people, who one day, might be lost without us. This is what we were training for, Yang - to become Huntresses. To be the ones stand up, and do something about all the bad in the world… because there are plenty of people out there who are still lost, and even more who will try to gain everything they can from their sorrow.

“Believe me when I say I know it can feel impossible. Like every single day is a struggle against some unstoppable monster we can never hope to beat. But we have to try… if not for us, then for the people we’ve already… for the people we haven’t lost yet. 

“I miss you so much. I miss Weiss and Blake, too. But I think you’d all be proud to know I made it to Mistral. All of us did. And we even ran into Uncle Qrow along the way. He’s going to take us to see Professor Lionheart, the headmaster of Haven Academy. And he told us some things you’re going to want to hear - things I can’t trust will make it to you in this letter. But maybe if you joined us, he could tell you himself. With Beacon gone, they’ll need Dad at Signal more than ever. I know you need to focus on yourself before I can expect you to come out with me, but it sure would be great to get Team RWBY back together again.

“Until next time, your loving sister.” 

beauty   and   the   beast   /   starter   sentences.

all   these   starters   are   taken   from   the   broadway   musical   version   of   “beauty   and   the   beast”.   feel   free   to   change   the   pronouns   to   make   these   fit!

  • ‘ who could ever learn to love… a beast? ‘
  • ‘ bonjour! ‘
  • ‘ ev'ry morning just the same. ‘
  • ‘ and where are you off to, today? ‘
  • ‘ how is your fam'ly? ‘
  • ‘ i need six eggs! ‘
  • ‘ that’s too expensive! ‘
  • ‘ there must be more than this provincial life! ‘
  • ‘ you’re the greatest hunter in the whole world! ‘
  • ‘ no beast alive stands a chance against you. ‘
  • ‘ don’t i deserve the best? ‘
  • ‘ isn’t he dreamy? ‘
  • ‘ be still my heart. ‘
  • ‘ you call this bacon? ‘
  • ‘ do you think i’m…odd? ‘
  • ‘ where did you get an idea like that? ‘
  • ‘ it’s just that, well, people talk. ‘
  • ‘ i’m simply not like them. ‘
  • ‘ you are unique: crème de la crème. ‘
  • ‘ i’m on your side. ‘
  • ‘ there’s nothing clearer in my life. ‘
  • ‘ you make me proud. ‘
  • ‘ you’re never strange. ‘
  • ‘ don’t ever change. ‘
  • ‘ you’re all i got. ‘
  • ‘ on occasion, women can have their uses too. ‘
  • ‘ inconceivable! ‘
  • ‘ imagine that! ‘
  • ‘ we shall be a perfect pair. ‘
  • ‘ you are face to face with destiny! ‘
  • ‘ i just don’t deserve you! ‘
  • ‘ i want adventure in the great wide somewhere. ‘
  • ‘ is this home? ‘
  • ‘ is this where i should learn to be happy? ‘
  • ‘ never were words so true! ‘
  • ‘ i should stay here forever. ‘
  • ‘ am i here for a day or forever? ‘
  • ‘ cheer up, child. ‘
  • ‘ it will turn out alright in the end, you’ll see. ‘
  • ‘ i hope that we’ll be friends. ‘
  • ‘ who does she think she is? ‘
  • ‘ no one says “no” to [ name ]! ‘
  • ‘ dismissed! rejected! publicly humiliated! why, it’s more than i can bear. ‘
  • ‘ ev'ry guy here’d love to be you, [ name ]. ‘
  • ‘ there’s no man in town as admired as you. ‘
  • ‘ as a specimen, yes, i’m intimidating! ‘
  • ‘ ev'ry last inch of me’s covered with hair. ‘
  • ‘ i’m especially good at expectorating! ‘
  • ‘ i use antlers in all of my decorating! ‘
  • ‘ i’m afraid i’ve been thinking. ‘
  • ‘ how long must this go on? ‘
  • ‘ i simply made one careless wrong decision. ‘
  • ‘ be our guest! ‘
  • ‘ we only live to serve. ‘
  • ‘ get your worries off your chest. ‘
  • ‘ is it one lump or two? ‘
  • ‘ life is so unnerving. ‘
  • ‘ no passion could reach me. ‘
  • ‘ no lesson could teach me. ‘
  • ‘ if i can’t love her, then who? ‘
  • ‘ let the world be done with me. ‘
  • ‘ i wonder why i didn’t see it there before. ‘
  • ‘ i have something to show you. but first, you have to close your eyes. it’s a surprise! ‘
  • ‘ i’ve never seen so many books in my whole life! ‘
  • ‘ who’d have ever thought that this could be? ‘
  • ‘ you don’t know what you’re missing. ‘
  • ‘ well, bless my soul. ‘
  • ‘ well, who’d have known? ‘
  • ‘ i’ll tell you when you’re older. ‘
  • ‘ i know how it feels to be… different. ‘
  • ‘ would you have dinner with me tonight? ‘
  • ‘ do i make myself entirely clear? ‘
  • ‘ i love incarceration. ‘
  • ‘ it’s past your bedtime. good night, love. ‘
  • ‘ if i didn’t know better, i’d think you had feelings for this monster. ‘
  • ‘ it’s time to follow me. ‘
  • ‘ i won’t let you do this! ‘
  • ‘ try and stop us! ‘
  • ‘ i’m coming with you. ‘
  • ‘ i lost you once, i won’t lose you again! ‘
  • ‘ screw your courage to the sticking place! ‘
  • ‘ grab your sword! grab your bow! ‘
  • ‘ we don’t like what we don’t understand. ‘
  • ‘ you came back. ‘
  • ‘ maybe it’s better this way. ‘
  • ‘ no! don’t talk like that. ‘
  • ‘ at least i get to see you one last time. ‘
  • ‘ you’re my home. ‘
  • ‘ stay with me. ‘
  • ‘ i love you. ‘

Hey @taylorswift ! You’ve been so supportive, kind to us, and just incredible recently and I just wanted to put something together to thank you. You’re honestly the best, greatest thing in our lives and we all appreciate your consistent support. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. This is a collage of about 100 fans just to thank you for how kind you’ve been recently.

We all love you SO much. Thank you for being our best supporters and such a huge source of happiness for us all. I hope that you see this and know how much we love you and how many people have your back.

People also submitted messages that I added below. I know that they would love for you to read them. Love you babe.

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From Enemies to Lovers. Pt:9

Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst & gradual fluff

Pt:1 Pt:2  Pt:3  Pt:4  Pt:5  Pt:6  Pt:7 Pt:8 Pt:9 Pt:10 Pt:11 Pt:12 Pt:13 Pt:14 Pt:15FINALE

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin’s p.o.v

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” I say whilst retracting my hand instantaneously, clearly showing my embarrassment caused by my own actions. Y/N’s cheek felt so soft and smooth when I ran my thumb across it. She was in her natural state and I can’t even try and lie to myself about the way she looks, because she’s beautiful.

“Thanks Jin.” She said as her cheeks turned a slight pink. I furrowed my eyebrows and wondered why she was thanking me.

“Hmm? Why are you thanking me?” I questioned her, confused and she let out a small laugh. 

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otakuryota  asked:

Could you make a positive chihiro or ruruka? I've been kinda stressed lately and i really like your art :)

It’s not too late to find little things to be happy about or proud of… or find another reason to smile. Every day is a new day! If… if you can, please use your toughest effort to make the most of it, okay?

Warning: Angst!!!

Too Much

Victor sat with his back against the wall, staring blankly at the door.

Their argument still playing over and over in his head.

He had argued with Yuuri.

He had annoyed Yuuri enough to get the shy man to yell.

He couldn’t help the pathetic chuckle that left his lips as he leant his head against the wall.

He knew it was too good to be true.

Nice things just didn’t stay with him.

He was honestly a little surprised that Yuuri stayed beside him for so long.

He seemed to chase most of his ex’s off by the six-month mark.

It was always his fault, or so they all said.

He was too clingy. Too opinionated. Too romantic. Just too much.

And everyone left him.

Victor closed his eyes and let out a breath that seemed to shake him to the core.

He should have expected it. That Yuuri would finally grow sick of him.

Everything was just too good to be true.

Victor slowly pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them as a sob bubbled in his throat.

He had hoped too much. Hoped that Yuuri was the one, the one that would love him forever.

But like everyone else in his life, Yuuri was going to leave.

They always left.

Victor pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the way the world blurred from his tears.

He headed for the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of vodka that sat above the fridge. It had been a birthday present from a person he couldn’t even name.

He didn’t even bother with a glass as he undid the lid and brought the bottle to his lips.

Vodka normally helped with the pain in his chest.

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I’m sorry to everyone that ever had to put up with me

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I’m sorry for being a bother

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I’m sorry for being too clingy

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
And too opinionated

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
And too romantic

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I don’t understand how someone could be too romantic

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I’m sorry for bothering everyone and causing you all to put up with me

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I try really hard not to bother everyone, but apparently, no matter how hard I try, I bother people

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I’m really sorry to @yuurikatsuki for forcing you to put up with me

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
Like, I’m surprised you stuck around me for so long

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
Everyone else just left before we hit six months

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I remember this girl, I won’t say her name because she always told me I shared too much online

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
She was stunning in her own way, like she had pretty green eyes, that don’t compare to @yuurikatsuki brown ones, but they were very pretty

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
But she hated how romantic I was

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
Apparently flowers and diamonds aren’t a girl’s best friend.

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
She dumped me over text because I was too romantic. Said I was too focused on impressing her

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I thought that is what you are meant to do? Impress the people you like.

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I mean, you’d think that I would be use to people leaving

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
With my parents abandoned me for being too hyperactive when I was younger

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I wonder if they are proud of me…

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I worked so hard to become number 1 hoping that they would come back

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
But who was I kidding, who would want my sad, lonely, depressed ass

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
took Makkachin when he left

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
She would probably have a better life with @yuurikatsuki

Victor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I really shouldn’t be so upset by a dog leaving me

Yuuri frowned as he gently pushed opened the front door.

It had been unlocked, Victor had gone to bed without locking the door. Something that the older man was very insistent on checking before he climbed into bed.

Something wasn’t right.

Sure, they had had a fight yesterday.

He had left, deciding that he needed a night to relax and had crashed at Yuri’s for the night.

But when he had been woken up early in the morning by a rather panicky Chris, he knew something was wrong.

Chris had blurted out that Victor normally only got emotional when he was drinking and from what was being posted on his twitter, Victor was way past drunk.

After ensuring the Swiss skater that he would fix everything with Victor, he had gone onto his fiancés twitter.

And he was horrified.

Victor thought there was something wrong with him? Him?!

Victor was one of the sweetest and most caring people in the world and how anyone could call Victor anything but perfect.

Or, well, close to perfect. He had his little habits that drove Yuuri up the wall, but he was sure there he had a few that did the same to Victor.

Yuuri glanced down at Makkachin, who tugged on her leash, clearly wanting to be let off since they were home. He listened to the quiet apartment for a moment longer before unclipping the poodle and letting her lose in the apartment.

Makkachin shook herself off before parading into the lounge like the queen she was.

Yuuri headed for the bedroom, knowing for sure that Victor would be curled up in bed, probably sleeping off a hangover. He pushed open the door of their bedroom, only to pause when he saw the bed.

Still made from the day before, looking completely untouched.

Yuuri frowned as he headed back into the main room to check the lounge and kitchen, once again, he found the rooms vacate of the person he was searching for.

“Victor?” he called out as he felt his heartrate pick up.

What if Victor had left? What if Victor had left and gotten hurt? What if-

His train of thought was cut short by a whine from Makkachin, he frowned when he didn’t immediately spot the dog but after a moment of searching, he found the poodle sitting in front of the en-suite door.

He walked over to the door and opened it, watching as the poodle quickly hurried inside and quickly started whining, it wasn’t until Makkachin let out a bark that he knew she had found Victor.

He hurried into the bathroom and froze at what he saw.

Victor sat at the bottom of the shower as the shower head weakly trickled water onto him.

He was soaking wet, every inch of clothing clearly sticking to his skin as he sat with his back against one of the shower walls.

“Victor!” he shouted as he threw open the shower and quickly knelt down beside his fiancé.

He grabbed the Russian’s face, only to mumble a soft swear at how cold he was. He quickly set to work turning the shower on warm.

“Victor? Sweetheart? Babe?” he cooed while gently brushing his wet hair out of his face.

“Please, wake up,” he mumbled while grabbing a hold of Victor’s wrist to check for a pulse. He breathed out a small breath of relief when he felt one, though it wasn’t that strong.

“Victor,” he kept mumbling over and over as he slowly pulled the wet clothes off the unconscious man, “Victor, please.”


Yuuri felt the breath in his throat catch at the soft, weak mumble that he heard. He pulled back and grabbed Victor’s face in both his hands.

“Victor, sweetheart?” he said softly, feeling a weak smile raise to his lips as Victor opened both his eyes slightly.

“Why, you, back,” the Russian mumbled weakly while leaning into his hands.

“Because I love you, silly,” he said while leaning forwards to plant a kiss against Victor’s forehead. “I’m going to grab us both a towel, okay? Than we will get you dressed in some nice warm clothing and we will get into bed together, okay? We can cuddle in bed, how does that sound?”

“Yuuri,” Victor mumbled before pausing and closing both his eyes for a moment, “Head hurts.”

Yuuri stared at his fiancé for a moment before remember he had seen a whole empty bottle of vodka on the kitchen bench.

“I know, sweetheart, I’ll try and fix that as soon as you are warmed up, okay?” he said while pressing one last kiss to Victor’s forehead before stepping away from the wet and hungover Russian to get a few towels to try and dry both of them off.

“You know I’m not going to abandoned you, right?” Yuuri mumbled while gently running a hand through Victor’s hair.

It was well into the afternoon and they had been lying around in bed most of the day.

Warming Victor up had taken a little bit of time, but he had managed to do it thanks to Makkachin - who was more than willing to cuddle with Victor while he hurried around the house.

“Of course not,” Victor replied softly, voice still a little croaky but the older male was more himself.

“I mean it, I’m not going to abandoned you like all those other people did,” he mumbled while pulling Victor closer with the hand wrapped around his fiancé.

“Yuuri,” Victor said with a weak chuckle, “No one abandoned me, I scared them off.”

“No, you listen to me Victor Nikiforov,” he said seriously, “You did not scare anyone off. They abandoned you. And that is their loss, you hear me?”

“Oh? Their loss?” Victor questioned with a cheeky glint in his eyes. Yeah, seemed like he almost had Victor completely back.

“Of course, I can have you all too myself,” he said while leaning down to press a kiss against his fiancés lips.

“Greedy man, Yuuri,” Victor mumbled as their lips separated slightly, though they hovered in front of each other in a promise of more kisses.

“When it comes to you, I’m always greedy,” he ensured his fiancé while capturing those bright pink lips in a shearing kiss.

Victor may drive him a little crazy at times, but he would never be able to leave him.

He loved him way too much.

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anonymous asked:

I have a friend named Rose and sometimes she talks about how she used to have friends in another country. Rose mentioned you and how even though she had nothing to do with your artwork she's really proud of you for becoming such a good artist with "fuckign amazing drawings". I told her to just tell you that through your blog but she won't do it so here I am telling you because I'm kind of an asshole but I have good intentions.

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anonymous asked:

Could you tell us about Hamilton's relationship with his children? I know he closed himself even more after Philip's death, but what about the other 7? Was he close to them?

All sources from Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow.

Of Alexander and Eliza’s eight children–Philip Hamilton, Angelica Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton Jr., James Alexander Hamilton, John Church Hamilton, William S. Hamilton, Eliza Hamilton and “Little Phil” Hamilton–not one appeared to utter a single unkind word about their father.

On January 22, 1782, Eliza gave birth to a son, named Philip Hamilton. On his birth, Alexander Hamilton wrote, “whose birth, as you may imagine, was attended with all the omens of future greatness.” He used to rock Philip’s cradle and played with the infant. At seven months, “it is agreed on all hands that he is handsome, his features are good, his eye is not only sprightly and expressive, but it is full of benignity. His attitude in sitting is by connoisseurs esteemed graceful and he had a method of waving his hand that announces the future orator. He stands however rather awkwardly and his legs have not at all the delicate slimness of his father’s… If he had any fault in manners, he laughs too much.”

On September 25th, 1784, the Hamiltons had their first daughter named Angelica. Their third child, Alexander was born on May 16th, 1786. Due to Hamilton’s busyness, Eliza ran the household and supervised the education of their children when they were small.

According to Ron Chernow, fourth born James Alexander Hamilton was their “favorite child”. Eliza gave birth to James Alexander on April 14th. While at Columbia, James frequently sought his fathers advice, urging him to review speeches had had written and etc. 

On October 12, 1788, the Hamiltons went down to the end of Wall Street and had Philip, Angelica and Alexander all baptized at the same time at Trinity Church. 

James Hamilton said,

“His [Alexander Hamilton sr.] gentle nature rendered his house a most joyous one to his children and friends. He accompanied his daughter Angelica when she played and sang at the piano. His intercourse with his children was always affectionate and confiding, which excited in them a corresponding confidence and devotion.”

Angelica Hamilton was very musical inclined and her father had Angelica Church find the best piano that she could find his daughter. When they were in separate cities, Hamilton usually kept one of the younger boys with him. He worried much about his children and enjoyed tutoring them. He had high expectations and wanted them to exceed. 1791, age nine, Philip and Alexander Jr. were sent off to boarding school in Trenton. Hamilton wrote this to his Philip:

“Your teacher also informs me that you recited a lesson the first day you began, very much to his satisfaction. I expect every letter from him will give me a fresh proof of your progress, for I know you can do a great deal if you please. And I am sure you have too much spirit not to exert yourself that you may make us every day more and more proud of you.”

A letter to his daughter, Angelica:

“I was very glad to learn, my dear daughter, that you were going to begin the study of the French language. We hope you will in every respect behave in such a manner as will secure to you the goodwill and regard of all those with whom you are. If you happen to displease any of them, be always ready to make a frank apology. But the best way is to act with so much politeness, good manners and circumspection as never to have an occasion to make any apology. Your mother joins in best love to you. Adieu, my very dear daughter.”

On August 22nd, 1792 Eliza gave birth to their fifth child, John Church Hamilton. In 1784, John began several ill and Hamilton–who scarcely asked for a vacation–pleaded with Washington to allow him “permission to make an excursion into the country for a few days to try the effect of exercise and change of air upon the child.”

A couple months after publishing the Reynold’s pamphlet, Hamilton had a scare after Philip nearly died of severe fever of some sort of typhus. In tending to Philip, Hamilton was both nurse and physician, leaving the doctor amazed by both his medical knowledge and his closeness towards his children. When he learned his son was to be well, the doctor said there were tears in the father’s eyes.

On August 4th, 1797, Eliza gave birth to a healthy baby, William Stephen Hamilton. 

On multiple occasions, Hamilton would have his six year old son John Church write his letters for him, taking bizarre precaution to that his letters would not bear his handwriting during his plots in the Adams cabinet.  

Smart Philip Hamilton walked in the footsteps of his father. He graduated in 1800 with high honors, was a good speaker and studied to be a lawyer. Hamilton regarded Philip as the family’s “eldest and brightest hope”. Hamilton had a prepared daily schedule for Philip that included writing, reading, church and ruled his waking moments from dawn to dusk. Philip did have reliance and rebellious streak which his father tolerated, “I am anxious to here from Philip. Naughty young man.”  Before Philip’s duel with George Eacker,, he sought counsel from his father who told him that he should throw away his shot on the dueling ground. At the duel, Philip followed his father’s advise and did not raise his pistol at the command to fire. Eacker mirrored and they stood dumbly staring at one another. Finally, Eacker lifted his pistol and Philip did like wise. Eacker then shot Philip and he fell.

When Alexander Hamilton learned of what had occurred, he called for Dr. Hosack who later recalled that Hamilton was “so much overcome by his anxiety that he fainted and remained for some time in my family before he was sufficiently recovered to proceed.” The entire night, Alexander stayed with Philip at his bedside, and when he had to approach his son’s gravestone, his friends had to help him stand. Seventeen-year-old Angelica Hamilton who was extremely close with her brother suffered a mental breakdown and her father tried to restore her health. He got others to send her watermelons and birds (she liked birds), this didn’t work and she only grew worse.  

After Philip’s death he fell into the deepest depression he had ever felt. Usually in his grief, he was able to publish papers and worked endlessly. This time, Hamilton was unable to write any more and did not respond to any of his correspondence for four months. Even his physical appearance was altered, always appearing troubled, melancholy and the childish glean that flinted across his eyes, had parted.

When Eliza went off to care for his father (her mother had recently passed) and Hamilton took care of their children at home.

In Hamilton’s duel with Burr, he used to very same dueling pistols that Eacker and Philip had used–a pair of guns that had caused the death of his son. It is possible Hamilton wanted to use to pistols as a homage to his son.

On his death bed, Hamilton had not been able to see his children until it was time to bid farewell. “She held up their two-year-old boy, Philip, to his lips for a final kiss. Then Eliza lined up all seven children at the foot of the bed so that Hamilton could see them in one final tableau, a sight that rendered him speechless.” According to the doctor, “he opened his eyes, gave them one look, and closed them again till they were taken away.” At his funeral on July 14th, 1804, the procession was followed by two of Hamilton’s oldest sons, James Alexander and Alexander Jr. Angelica Hamilton, four-year-old Eliza Hamilton and Philip Hamilton stayed with their mother, whom was not at the funeral. Gouverneur Morris gave the eulogy and sitting beside him on the stage weeping was Alexander (eighteen), James (fourteen), John (eleven) and William (six). 

“The scene was impressive and what added unspeakably to its solemnity was the mournful ground of tender boys, the sons, the once hopes and joys of the deceased, who, with tears gushing from their eyes, sat upon the stage, at the feet of the orator, bewailing the loss of their parent! It was too much. The sternest powers, the bloodiest villain, could not resist the melting scene.”

Of their five sons post-duel they all gravitated towards law, government and military (the Hamiltonian way). 

Angelica Hamilton lived under a physicians care and died in 1857.

 Alexander Jr. Hamilton graduated from Columbia University weeks after his father’s duel. He became a lawyer, fought over seas in the duke of Wellington’s army, returned to America as an infantry captain during the War of 1812, and wound up as US district attorney in New York. He represented Eliza Jumel when she divorced Aaron Burr. 

James Alexander Hamilton graduated from Columbia, served as an officer in the War of 1812 and was an acting secretary of state under President Andrew Jackson (and surprising was against the second bank of the United States) and became attorney for the southern district of New York. He developed a close relationship with Martin Van Buren and was an early supporter of emancipation of slaves. As a tribute to his father, he created a home which he called “Nevis”.

John Church Hamilton was a lawyer who fought in the War of 1812, and devoted decades to writing a biography of his father and sorting throughout his papers. 

William Stephen Hamilton was “charming, handsome and eccentric”. He studied at West Point, fought at Black Hawk War, surveyed lands in Illinois and lived on the Western frontier. In 1849, he was drawn to California because of the gold rush, and opened a store to sell supplies. He died there of Cholera in 1850. 

Eliza Hamilton cared for her mother in her later years and scolded her brother John at getting the seven volume biography done quicker. 

“Little Phil” Hamilton was a “kindhearted, sensitive man”. He married the daughter of Louis McLane, daughter of a member of Andrew Jackson’s cabinet. He served as an assistant US attorney under his brother James but leaned on altruistic pursuits and was a reputation of “lawyer of the poor”.

I feel like a lot of people on this site should learn to just acknowledge that things like art, music, and writing take time and practice. It takes lots of dedication, and also encouragement from an audience. When someone posts a guitar cover they worked on, or a new medium they’re trying out, it doesn’t have to look as though they’ve done it for years. They worked hard. They tried something new. It takes time.

But some of you are just out for blood. Like really, desperately want to make someone cry. You’re the type of people who hear a kid play hot cross buns on recorder and make some snide comment. And all it shows is your complete lack of respect and awareness for how much time and effort go into the things you consume.

Professional and amateur artists are not always “gifted” in the sense that pen meets paper and the next eternally beautiful piece is born.

It’s years of constant awkward doodles with stiff posture and uneven features. It’s getting the nose right *for once* and posting it even though the hands look awful.

It’s posting a cover of a friend’s favorite song, because they love it, and tried it–even though their voice cracks.

It’s writing the stereotypical fluff prompt while you learn about the character you’re writing. No matter how many meet cutes that takes.

So why, why are you all so shitty about that? Have you never tried anything? Are you afraid to? I’d be. I’d be terrified to try anything new knowing people like you existed. Waiting for me to post something in proud of, only to rip it apart.

But people try anyway. They post things, sometimes things the won’t like 10 mins after it’s done. But hey, they tried. And they showed the world, visibly, how they are attempting to broaden their horizons. Don’t shrink theirs because yours is so narrow. And when you’re ready to be mature, and try some of the things you’re critiquing, I hope you have the courage to post it too, and join us, and grow with us, like an enthusiast should.