Here is a drawing I made for the chicken lady to celebrate her graduation.
I was actually gonna draw more but everything happened so fast and I did kinda lost my motivation and my confidence to draw or to do anything in general recently, so yeah, why would I draw 5 - 6 more fan arts for her when I don’t really feel like it…
I mean I wish I could draw more, but do you know how hard and tedious it is to draw with a mouse!? YES A MOUSE, I WANT A FREAKING TABLET. Is that too much to ask for, I just wanna.. END MY MISERY!
It took me awhile to make this because school kept me busy and stressed out, had to study for exams and got ill a few times, it really sucked..
I also tried to draw this in her style, GOD I love it so much. I had a hard time with coloring the hair… Seriously I demand a hair coloring tutorial, I can’t stand this no more!
Also I didn’t think I would really help her with her research papers and stuff, cuz I’m just a little twerp who literally has nothing else to do with my life!?…
I tried my best, I was really happy to see that other people helped her out with her problem, that’s what I call support! <3
Being a native southerner and living in Georgia - the home of the great Dr Leonard McCoy and DeForest Kelley - I thought it would be fun to offer some tips for writing about the South. I love reading Bones fanfics, but I see a lot of misconceptions about my home state and city, Atlanta. THIS IS NOT MEANT AS CRITICISM OF ANYONE’S WRITING!!! Hopefully people will see it in the fun spirit with which it’s intended! I’ve also tagged a few people who have written Bones stories that I’ve really enjoyed. I hope that’s ok!! I love everything you creative writers do!!
1. Y’all is plural. And yes, we say y’all all the time, but only to refer to groups of more than one person. It’s never you guys or even you when referring to a group - ALWAYS y’all. I can’t talk without using that word!
2. Georgia is the peach state, but we’re not drowning in peaches. The state doesn’t smell like peaches, taste like peaches, or drip peach juice.
3. What we are drowning in is Coke. AKA Dixie champagne, the elixir of life, the secret formula. Nobody calls it Coca-cola, it’s just Coke. Coke is headquartered in Atlanta and employees are not allowed to have any other soft drink on pain of being fired if they’re caught! (True!!) I’ve known people who wouldn’t attend a church event because someone was serving Pepsi! Also, all soft drinks are called Coke. If someone says, “Would you like a Coke?” It means “Would you like any carbonated beverage of the Coke family?” It’s never called pop or soda or anything else (especially Pepsi.)
4. Atlanta is not a small town. It’s a city of about 450 million people. If your story setting is Atlanta, then remember that there are no rolling fields or country roads here. But there is Lenox Mall, Phipps Plaza, lots of nice restaurants, and lots of streets named Peachtree. Peachtree Street, Peachtree Way, Peachtree Avenue, and Peachtree Battle Ave. are all within about a mile of my house.
5. We don’t call each other “Darlin’”. Sometimes we call each other “hon’” or “sweetie” or I might call a boy “bud” or “buddy” but I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone called “Darlin’
6. I would suggest not writing in Southern dialect. It’s hard to read and frequently sounds more country than Southern. And yes, there is a difference. Country is more redneck, Southern is more elegant.
7. We frequently say “Bless your heart”, but it’s sort of a way of saying “Isn’t she/he sweet but stupid…” For example, “She ordered a Pepsi, bless her heart.”
8. Outside of metro Atlanta is rural. Really rural. Georgia is a beautiful state that has both beaches and mountains and we love to take advantage of both! But not everyone lives on a farm. I would love to read a story where Bones takes the reader to Amelia Island or St Simon’s Island - it would just be so real! Also, we don’t ever call it the shore. It’s always the beach.
9. It does get hot here. REALLY hot! And humid. But it also gets cold here - but cold to us is anything below about 45 degrees. And the reason we’re so cold is because nobody knows what to do with it - we might own one winter jacket, so when it goes down to 20 degrees everyone just freezes. But it’s not hot here year-round.
10. Manners are super-important. Children are taught to say “Yes Ma’am” and “Yes Sir” from birth. I still say yes ma’am and sir to people older than me. Gentlemen pretty much all still open doors for ladies, pull out their chairs, and stand when a lady approaches your dinner table in a restaurant (then the lady always says “Go ahead and sit!! Don’t stand on my account!”) McCoy would totally be into doing this. We ladies enjoy it. Nobody is insulted. But ladies also open doors for gentlemen. We just try to be nice to each other. I apologize if anyone ever met someone met someone rude from Georgia! They must have been having a bad day, bless their heart. (Maybe someone offered them a Pepsi…)
11. It’s true that tea is always iced. And sweet. And we drink it all the time. Unless we’re drinking Coke.
12. To me, McCoy does not sound like he has any accent, - I just don’t hear it. But Kirk sounds a little funny sometimes!
OK - I’m going to stop here. If anyone has any questions please feel free to ask!! I’m hoping to read a lot more Bones stories and I hope this helps!
(let’s pretend his hair is as long as it is in the fic. the gif just fits too perfectly.)
“Dad, no!” Gavin latched himself onto Bucky’s leg, crying. It was what you wished you could have done. But it would have been frowned upon. At least if it was your son acting out, it was acceptable.
“I have to go.” Bucky fought Gavin on his leg, handing you the bag you’d given him the week before. “You get to go home with your mom.”
“But I want you.” Gavin continued to cry, his tears wetting Bucky’s jeans. You felt helpless. You wanted to scoop up your son and protect him. You had wanted to since all of this started. It wasn’t his fault, but he didn’t know. All he knew was his dad picked him up, they spent a week together and then he dropped him back off to you. That was one of the hardest things. You were unable to tell your son why his dad wasn’t home, why he left.
“Come on baby. Dad’s gotta go.” You frowned, holding Avery with one arm and bending down to help Gavin. Gavin cried harder, grasping at the folds in Bucky’s jeans.
“I’ll see you next week.” Bucky nodded, seemingly unfazed by Gavin’s cries.
You fought a scoff. “Yeah. See you then.” You sighed, picking Gavin up and walking to the car. Bucky didn’t stick around any longer than he had to. You blocked Gavin’s view of his father driving out of the parking lot.
huge, huge thank you to by beta best friend for reading this, encouraging me to write more and actually post some of it; and of course @roxanncweasley and @jiilys, my writing idols, for unconciously inspiring me with their own fantastic work;
He’s all you
notice at this point.
when your not long ago ‘best friend’ shots a parky comment at him. He wants to
talk back, you can see it. He wants to, he needs
to defend himself, his friends, those like
you. He can’t stand him, it’s clear as day. That vein on his neck is
pulsing like crazy. His hands are fists now. He picks his head up and you gasp
at the rage in his stare. You sees his eyes shot fast in your direction and in
a second they’re soft again and it’s like he suddenly acknowledges he’s in a
classroom with twenty other students, all watching him, all expecting the
fight. He slowly unscrews his hands and flats them on the desk; they’re
trembling. You sigh. His head is lowered again, Remus wispering something
rapidly in his ear. He nods in approval, the corners of his mouth twitch. Mr
Binns goes on. A few minutes later you catch his eye and, he smiles.
library, on a table in the opposite corner of the room, where they’re sitting,
trying to dull their laughs as Madam Pince walks by, all staring at a piece of
pegament. You can’t really tell from here but it seem like whatever’s on it is
moving. Remus is extending a hand and shaking his with a tempered smile that
reaches his eyes. Pettigrew is clapping him on the back, grin splattered all
over his features. Black grabs his face and mockingly tries to kiss him. He
laughs and pushes him away, a sly smile on his lips and she can almost hear him
say ‘not here pads, there are people
watching! I know I’m so charmingly handsome, but please contain your urges!’.
His smile is bigger than his face as he shrugs and explains something to the
rest, hands gesticulating as he speaks. There’s so much pride in his eyes he
looks like he might just explode. He gases at you and stops talking what looks
like midsentence. The others turn around to look at you; Remus waves, Black
winks playfully and Pettigrew just shakes his head. His smile doesn’t leave his
face as he takes one of Remus’s chocolate bars and throws it at you. You catch
it the last second, look at him and smile back. As he returns his attention to
the pergament you can swear you see reddness creeping its way towards his face.
pitch on a sunny Friday afternoon right after classes while he’s loosening his
tie as the eight of you sit on the freshly cut grass, Marlene in Black’s, Sirius’s, he demands, lap. Dorcas pulls
out two bottles of vodka her sister mailed her and takes a bold sip from one,
trowing the other at Peter. Screw dinner, you
think. Screw the rules. Soon everyone
is laying in a big mess of tangled legs and arms and hair, laughing at
everything and nothing at all, forgetting for a moment. The late april wind
blows in his hair, making it even messier than it is, making it look like he’d
just shagged, making you want to shag
him but really you’re just drunk, you tell yourself.
His glasses are crooked and dirty but his eyes are sparkling and his smile is
lopsided and he looks like he’s drunk on pure liquid joy, no diluent. You look at
his long delicate fingers, knuckles bloody from Tuesday when the Blacks’ family
owl delivered Sirius a letter and his fist almost made a hole in the commor
room wall. You look at his sneakers, covered in mud as if he’s been running in
the Forbidden Forest for two nights straight. You look at his muscles under the
rolled sleeves of his shirt, his tan skin, the purple and blue veins underneath.
You look at his eyes. They’re looking too. Shit,
you think, but his eyes don’t tear from yours and you can’t make yourself look
away. He’s all you can see and you both don’t notice that Marlene and Sirius
are long gone, probably in the now empty boy dorm doing Merlin knows what or
that Mary and Dorcas are kissing and giggling unnoticed a few meters away or
that Remus and Peter are now walking around the pitch trying to clear their
heads and be at least a little bit responsible. No, all you notice is each
other and the stars in his eyes and the flowers in you hair and your love. And
sure, it is a little reckless and a little dangerous, and there really isn’t anything, but it’s okay cause you won’t remember
it tomorrow morning, right? All of a sudden something bubles inside of you and
your smile turns into laughter because
how could i be so oblivious and there’s
clearly something, there’s everything and you realise why your stomach is
always in knots when he’s around and why your troat tightens when he gives you
one of his shit eating grins and of
course. Of course I’m in love! He’s starts laughing next to you on the hard
ground too and your eyes fill themselves with tears as the sunset sky opens and
swallows you both.
common room, in the little hours, when even the wind is silent, the fireplace
is long cold and you’re sitting alone in the armchair next to the window,
trembling, thinking how fucked up the world truly is. You hear his tiptoes on
the old stone stairs of his dormitory carrying the history of so many other
lives before yours. He yawns and stretches his lean arms over his head, but
you don’t turn around. You hope he won’t notice you there, that he’ll simply
get his forgotten charms essay from the table near the fireplace and go back to
bed. ‘Lily!’ you hear him inhale
shortly and then… he’s gone. You want him to be but you can’t help feel a
little dissapointed after all. You’ve told yourself so many times not to think
abot him that way, to accept it’s pointless, that he doesn’t love you anymore,
and even if he did what’s the point, it would never work out, not now. But it’s still
hard and you know it will always be. You feel a blanket around your shoulders and you abruptly turn around to face him. He’s looking down at you with worry
in his eyes and a line between furrowed brows. You open your mouth to say
something, anything. ‘Don’t.’ He’s wispering. ‘You don’t have to explain. I know.’ He
sighs and sits on the armrest, looking out of the window. You turn back towards
it and lean your head on his arm. ‘When
did everything become so complicated.’ It’s not a question. More of a
statement, an unheard plead for things to go back the way they were, to normal.
He signs again, harder this time, louder. He seeks your green, green eyes,
stares deep into them, almost like he’s at loss of words. Almost like he’s lost
himself in them.
A/N: Surprise! I can’t thank you all enough for the love that part 1
received! (I read all the tags on the reblogs and i just love you all ok) I hope you guys enjoy this part too (: My smut skills… it’s a work in progress so I hope you bear with me friends.
You wake up to 15 messages from Solji, all of
them in caps. Half of them is just her keyboard smashing out her frustration
and the other half is her calling you a few choice words for lying to her. You
laugh as you scroll through all of them and decide you would call her later to
You sigh, as you take a hot shower to wash off
the layer of grime that had settled on the surface of your skin from being in
that sauna of a frat house. As you soap up your body, you shudder when you
remember the way the man had pressed himself against you and you shake your
head to rid yourself of the image that had imprinted itself deep in your mind.
First party of the semester and it was an
experience to say the least… you wonder if it was a sign… or perhaps a
punishment for failing your new semester resolution. After your shower, you
decide to bury yourself under a pile of books to keep your mind from wandering
Despite the disaster that was the frat party
you’re glad that at least one good thing had come out of it. You grab lunch
with Taehyung as promised and you spend most of it throwing fries at each other
rather than eating. The slight downside to meeting him is only that you realize
you haven’t fully gotten over your slight crush on him. As long as you don’t
sleep with him again you’ll be fine, you think.
“So tell me, what happened with Jessica? I
thought you were in love,” You say the last part while clutching at your heart
dramatically and Taehyung scowls at you.
Ok ya’ll this turned out crazy and also long, hahaha. @mshenkoaddiction asked for some Mshenko smut in a semi-public space for a writing prompt and by god I did it. I sure hope it turned out and you enjoyed it. This is definitely NSFW and I’ll put most of it under the “keep reading tag.” So here, enjoy your smut yah filthy animals ;-]
The artificial air on the citadel was too warm. It clashed
with the night cycle and gave Kaidan an odd sense of vertigo. It should be
colder than it was. His breath should be misting into the night sky, layered in
a sweater and jacket, hands hidden in gloves. It would be snowing in Vancouver
right about now. He could imagine it, the walk to the car, shivering, using the
cold as an excuse to huddle closer to Shepard. Maybe offering him his coat,
because knowing John, he would’ve stubbornly refused to wear one.
As it was, he was sweating. Light jacket slung over his
shoulder with one hand, the other clasped to Shepard’s own. The man in question
was humming happily to himself, weaving slightly with each step, eyes focused
on putting one foot in front of the other.
Kaidan tightened his grip and pulled him a little closer, adding
his warmth to Kaidan’s already over heated body. They slowly meandered their
way around the Silver Sun Strip, enjoying the crowds, the lights, and each other’s
company. They had an enjoyable dinner at their favorite noodle shop before having
maybe a few too many at one of the many bars on the strip.
As he glanced over at his…boyfriend, it sounded juvenile in
his head, lover sounded better. Shepard met his glance and gave him a lopsided
grin, blue eyes twinkling among the multitude of lights. He found his heart
fluttering, a matching grin plastered on his own face.
do you use refs? or do you use an initial ref for a char then go from there, or is it all just what you feel like putting on? i just really love how you've created depth to each character. they all have a clear style and attitude... yeah. thank you, lovely xx
Thank you! :D The answer’s under ‘read more’ because it’s long and with pictures :) Also I need to tag @andreahmrlm here because they asked a very similar question (if I understood right), hope it’s ok :)
Hii palette anon here, haha. Of course, I wouldn't mind the wait at all! Hrmm...I was thinking "The Sweetest Chill" (because you seem so sweet; I love reading the tags whenever there are, and yours make me giggle and fangirl with you lol >_<) or "Tuesdays" for Yoosung please? (I love him a lot and the color scheme matches!!) Or if there's another palette that you think would look great with him, please go ahead and draw that instead! I'm sure I'll like anything you come up with >~<
Hello anon!!! ☆ (sorry for the wait;;) omg another person who also reads my tags hee thank you for sticking around! If anyone is the sweetest chill here, I bet it’d be you and yoosung!
Swearing, awful flirting, large age gap (legal
age gap, y’all), general Negan stuff.
As you fired another bullet between the branches of the bush
you where crouched behind you were suddenly shoved face first in the dirt, the
gun being ripped from your grasp. You were roughly pulled from behind the shrub
and thrown to your knees in the muck. Your eyes met with a black pair of boots,
a barbed wire bat resting on top of the left shoe. As you slowly look up taking
in the man standing in front of you, from his blood splattered white shirt to
his leather jacket you weren’t expecting to see a familiar grinning face
looking down at you. Negan.
“Well shit honey, I did not expect to have someone as cute
and small as you firing a fucking M60 in my goddamn direction today – AND!
Where in the fuckin’ fuckedy fuck did you manage to find such a badass gun?” He
very enthusiastically said, you don’t remember him being so animated. He had
always been loud and charismatic but it seemed he had taken on a new persona,
like he was playing a modern-day king in a musical.