i just did this for myself tbh

anonymous asked:

What that dude meant was when most people talk about the clown meme, they post pics of actual, human clowns. You’re the first person I’ve seen to make them animals.. the whole ‘owning humans’ joke makes me kind iof worried too

Yeah that’s honestly a part of why i did it?,, i like stuff about pet monsters, like detailed posts talking about caring for pokemon sorta? I think its intereating and cute and the stuff ppl were coming up with was neat/inspiring tbh but the whole owning humans part… ehhhgh… but no-one owns a meme so i just decided to make something for myself based on it ^^//

Also i like the idea of clowns as just being, sweet and fun things? EVERYONE has them edgy and i won’t lie i like that too, but it doesn’t feel subversive so much as standard anymore, and i think for me personally i enjoy thinking about them as doofy sealdog pets… makes me happy….. cuties….

Incidentally it means all human(s dressed as) clowns in my setting are baiscally fursuiters tho hsjdhdjdjj


Okay back to happier (?) topics - today’s prompts were firsts/future/tears !!!! and honestly that’s probably a happy set why did I go for this even we might just never know

being a naturally smart kid with adhd was honestly so damaging tbh because throughout grade school i just immediately understood every concept explained to me and i did well in school on intelligence alone, which was fine at first, but it meant that i never learned how to cope with things i didn’t understand immediately, and also nobody ever noticed my adhd since i wasn’t having trouble in school, which meant i would blame myself when i couldn’t focus and get incredibly frustrated with myself for procrastinating so much. so like, when school started to catch up with me, and my methods of just throwing my brain at things started to not work anymore, i literally didn’t know how to do school work. i would procrastinate or straight up avoid work i didn’t know how to deal with and i developed crippling anxiety over school and eventually major depression. like it eventually got so bad i had to leave school for a couple weeks. and like, i finally got diagnosed, and now I’m taking meds for adhd, but to this day, i still don’t really know how to learn or work efficiently and i kinda wish id been forced to learn this stuff in grade school instead of eleventh fucking grade when i really need to be doing good in school for college


#two very different relationships for shaw yet both so important #they both loved her so much but in different ways (one platonically and the other romantically) and its big because for someone that always thought something was wrong with her and no one would ever take the time to GET her #she ended up gaining two people that legit would’ve died for her and vice versa #they BOTH understood her and never judged her and loved her exactly the way she was #not to mention root and reese’s love for her even helped THEM bond in a way that made them start to care about each other #i just have a lot of feelings about these three tbh


holy shit guys i hit 10k last night and im just so so so incredibly astounded and bewildered and emotional?

this blog was a bit of an art experiment for me and tbh i did not expect it to get as big as it did? i just wanted to work on poses and expressions and explore these boys wellbeing and brains a bit and, the response to this blog has been astroundingly extremely huge and postive.

ive met so so so many amazing friends through this blog, and ive grown so much as an artist because of this blog, and ive been able to help myself mentally because of this blog. running guyslikeus has been the biggest honor and i legitimately have a really fun time answering asks and drawing comics

i just want to say thank you so much. thank you to everyone who sends me dms, thank u to everyone who reblogs, thank u for ur cute tags, thank u for telling ur pals about my blog, thank you for all your support

keep it real guys, thanks for making me smile and having as fun as i have with this blog  💕 💕 💕 ))


LOIS:  Look, Clark, I know that I got a little thorny when you raised the red flag on A.C.
CLARK:  I was just trying to look out for you.
LOIS:  And I appreciate it.  I’ve just never had someone to help guide me through the shark-infested ocean of romance. … Not that I can’t fend for myself.
CLARK:  You know, I think I was wrong about our friend A.C.


5/366 movies: The Age of Adaline (2015)

“It’s not the same when there’s no future. […] Without that, love is… it’s just heartbreak.”

Half-Blood Princess

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Hannah (Twin Sister)

Length: 2466+ words

TW: Descriptions of Injuries. Character death. Just sadness and angst all over (I made myself cry writing this tbh)

A/N: I’m sorry (but not really sorry) for all the angst. Feedback is encouraged!

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Being half a Winchester usually never ended well. With Adam being in a cage- it was safe to say that if you’re not a full-blooded Winchester, your fate is very bleak. Very, very bleak. You on the other hand, never believed this. Neither did your twin sister, Hannah. When your mom died, she gave you the address of a Bobby Singer who then introduced you to your brothers- well, half brothers, Dean and Sam Winchester. They were one of the strongest men you’ve ever met in your life, and to say you weren’t a little bit intimidated was a lie.

You and Hanna were complete polar opposite. She was outgoing, and very easy to talk to; whereas, you were a bit on the shyer side, always anxious about saying the wrong things. But you got along pretty well. She understood you, and always tried to do her best to make you comfortable. Despite being quieter, it didn’t mean you were bad company. You had a lot of friends who thought you were the life of the party- well, before you moved to the other end of the country. Life with your brothers wasn’t exactly what you were expected. They bonded so well with Hannah (as expected), and you could see yourself becoming distant from them.

It wasn’t until they started training you two to hunt that you saw the clear favouritism towards your sister. You were equally as good as Hannah when it came to picking up the skills that your brothers taught you, but you were never praised. You were never given a high five, and offered to go out for your favourite treat. You were absolutely sure your brother had no malice intentions when doing these things. It was just your personality.

Dean was an extrovert through and through. You thought you could win him over through your cooking, but apparently he didn’t like anyone else working in the kitchen but him. By the time you found out his love for pie, he had already banned you from using the kitchen.

Sam was good-natured, and you were sure that you and him would get along very well. But, Sam was too excited at the prospect of a sister that he became more of an extrovert as well. He wanted to socialize, go out, and do things with his little sister.

It’s not like you hated going out or anything. You were fond of spending time with your family, but socializing drained you, and you were already quiet from the beginning. It was hard to get close to your new brothers when all they wanted to do was outgoing activities, but you did try.

You sat in when Dean was fixing his Baby or washing her, but he didn’t like the silence, so in the end he turned on his music. That’s when Hannah came in. She made a joke about his taste in music which he took full offense to, and she started asking questions about his car, and next thing you knew, he was teaching her everything about Baby- forgetting that you were even there.

With Sam it was a little easier. He was better to be around since you both were avid readers. You sometimes would read with him, but that left no room for communication, and you were left with a gap between you and your brother. There was one time where he wanted to go to the library, and you wanted to go as well, but that was until Dean piped in, and said that he wanted to go alone so he could ask the cute librarian out. Immediately, you backed out- not wanting to latch onto him when he wanted some alone time.

Cases like this kept happening, and it was harder to try. Too much time has passed, and you got nowhere closer to your brother than when you first met.

Then, there was the day that changed everything.

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a tale as old as time. her eyes are brown like mine.

beauty, with your soft voice and your pretty cheeks: does he kiss your bruises after he’s finished screaming? belle, princess of patience, lady who simply loved until he came around to it - can you teach me how to tame him? how to make him never raise a hand to me again?

true love changes him. which love do i give him, bella. in the morning when i am up early to make him breakfast and silent when he yells at me, is this the music that soothes the savage beast? in the black of night, when my eyes are closed and he is panting at my neck, is this the love that put him to sleep?

when he turns twenty-one the spell will be forever. the last petal. he will remain a horror forever. you must shape him into a better man by then, beauty. must carve out your own heart and feed it to him gently. must spoon him your own bones until he stops being hungry. 

youthful indiscretions are forgot. you cover up the scars from his claws. it is not the man, it is the curse he lives under. you are his one. his only chance. i come back like you, belle. i return to the castle no matter how battered i become. i think i see the man you saw once, bella. i think i see the man i fell in love with. 

we, que linda, are strong girls. my nose, yours, bella, we keep ours in books. i too am the strange girl, running until her feet tire. i too am lost in the woods. we ran from our houses and found monsters, or maybe we were always fated to. we love a challenge. we have hearts that are mountains.

beauty. i kiss him but the spell never breaks, i sit myself in pretty dresses at fancy tables with meals i made just for him. even the grey stuff is delicious. he still throws the dishes. 

later when he is apologizing i feel your ghost hope in me - did we at last get through to him. did we reverse the curse. this time, does he mean it. if i am better will he open up. if i am better will he stop. if i am better could i beat him. if i am better can i leave him. 

belle: how do i save him. how do i save myself.

Lettering tips

I did a thing! :D It’s been ages since I made some sort of a lettering tips/tutorial (it was just an answered ask and it was pretty bad tbh), so I thought I‘d make a new one. Nothing too complicated, just filling more pages in my bullet journal :).

Now, these are tips that I sort of discovered myself and am using now, which doesn’t mean that you have to! I did not include the “double the downstroke” which we all sort of know, rather I concentrated more on the letter heights, which was a big problem for me when I started with lettering. Well, hope you find it at  least a bit helpful :D

jepierrex  asked:

HI my LOVEEEEE. I’d love some Wolfstar where Sirius never dies in the Veil and the war ends and they can restart again. ❤️

MY LOVE. Just so we are clear, you can always, ALWAYS have more of this :D. Thank you for being everything, doll. PS, sorry for the ‘may have triggers’ talk and then writing…er, this….instead. But FLUFF IS BETTER and my heart couldn’t do it to you (or myself, tbh).  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

He’s Here 

Remus woke in the middle of the night, well-trained hearing stirring at Teddy’s tiny mewl. He jumped very slightly, just as he did every night, upon discovering that he was not alone. It had been months, and yet.

The black sprawl of dark, long hair splayed across a pillow, and the gentle snuffle of quiet breathing sent Remus’ heart into a painful, stuttering pounding.

He’s here, it beat in a solid pulse. He’s HERE, he’s HERE, he’s HERE.

It had stopped beating in that rhythm so many years before, and he had never anticipated hearing it again. He’d been wrong.

There was a moment before Teddy really started crying, one where he breathed in gentle gasps, as though he was trying desperately to calm himself and not be a bother. It was both adorable and heartbreaking, and Remus heard it now, while he was busy watching someone else sleep.

“You’d better get him,” Sirius muttered in a dozy voice; he wasn’t really awake, and the softness in his face reminded Remus of another time. “He’s about to start. Want me to go?”

“No, I’m going,” Remus whispered, smoothing down Sirius’ hair. “Go back to sleep.”

“Well, I would, but there’s this creepy bloke who keeps watching me.”

“Sorry,” Remus smiled, standing to go. Sirius’ arm shot out at lightning speed, grabbing tightly and pulling him down again.

“Don’t ever apologise, Moons,” he said, opening his eyes for the first time. “Don’t apologise for being here with me. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay, ” Remus said, blushing. “You either.”

Teddy was wide awake and standing in his crib when Remus walked into the adjoining room. He wasn’t crying, but his lip trembled when he saw his dad, his hair wavering from brown to pink. Each day, he looked more and more like her, and that should have been painful; it was, sometimes. Like the first time he had walked in to find Teddy standing, just like this, a huge grin of self-satisfaction on his face.

But Remus had been full up of pain for so long. He had meant to love Sirius instead of Tonks right from the beginning. Instead, he’d had to try so hard to convince himself that Sirius was dead in those years between the veil and the battle. despite knowing deep down that it wasn’t true. He didn’t regret anything; not Tonks, definitely not Teddy, but all of those things added up to make it hard; it was hard to miss Tonks the way he meant to when Sirius was there to hold him when the pain got bad, there to either watch Teddy or run with Remus each month. It was hard to not just be awash in gratitude for the fullness of his life when so many people had lost so much. He didn’t feel like he had to try, not really.

Can you just promise to love him fully this time? She had said. Not the last thing, but close enough that it rang in his ears in midnight silence. The last thing had been Go right, Remus, before the crash came and he lost her in the ringing in his ears. He looked at Teddy now and felt a shiver of sadness. He was glad his son would not remember those moments in the castle.

He shook himself off and picked up Teddy, who bubbled happily and nestled into Remus’ neck. He chuckled and carried him gently into the room, nestling him down between them, closing his eyes to a satisfied and protective hand on his shoulder from Sirius.

He woke up late, and was warm and cosy, but also alone. There was a faint banging noise coming from the back of the house, and he threw on some clothes and rushed down the stairs. Even after all these years, Sirius Black and strange noises were usually a bad combination.

In the garden, a structure had been hastily created; it didn’t look overly safe, in that it mostly looked very, very Muggle, and was being handled by the worst possible person to handle anything Muggle.

“What are you doing?” Remus called out, amused.

“I got you a present. It’s almost your birthday,” Sirius called back, pointing at the monstrosity. Teddy was sitting on a blanket on the deck, happily shaking a very loud and realistic sounding toy dragon and unperturbed by the banging and commotion.

“It’s a tramp-and-bean!” Sirius said proudly.

“Trampoline,” Remus laughed, approaching with caution. Up close, it looked less dangerous.

“Whatever! You remember? You always wanted one. You said!”

“I said that when we were fifteen.”

“And?” Sirius pouted.

“And…I mean…” Remus looked at the trampoline sideways. “Can I have a go?”

Sirius grinned and hopped up onto the surface.

“I don’t understand,” he said angrily. “I swear I followed the instructions. What’s it supposed to do?”

Remus laughed, climbing carefully up to join him, his old joints creaking and sounding like he was decades older than he was. “You have to jump,” he explained patiently. “Watch.”

He balanced himself carefully and did a small bounce. He smiled despite himself. It was just as much fun as he remembered, from that one very brief period where he’d almost had a Muggle friend. The bounce jostled Sirius and he looked terrified for a moment before he tried jumping himself.

Not long after, they were both bouncing like small children, Teddy watching nearby and laughing at his parents’ glee. Remus couldn’t breathe he was laughing so hard, and Sirius’ hair was flying in a million directions, occasionally landing in Remus’ mouth.

“Hey,” Sirius said breathlessly, pausing suddenly. “Do you like it?”

“Sirius,” Remus said, sobering slightly and trying to stop bouncing on the springy surface. “I love everything about it.”

Teddy looked at them both, worried by their sudden stillness and trying to drag himself up off the blanket.

He pointed at them with one chunky finger and shouted, “Jump!”

Remus burst into laughter, and Sirius kissed him before jumping down from the trampoline to grab Teddy and bring him carefully up to sit in the middle.

They spent the afternoon sitting on the sunny surface, watching as Teddy gleefully crawled around, bouncing slightly when he sat. It was completely normal.

And completely extraordinary.

This is was I imagine Bitty’s YouTube page to look like <3 Will I ever make another (for Nursey?) … probably not for a while at least xD This took me half a day.

See more of my thoughts on it under the cut <3

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“You the god-mother are you sure?
“Yes, do you disapprove?
“No. Quite the opposite, it makes me happier than any man, any king has a right to be..”


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My gorgeous poet son


Wow it’s…. a lot????? A lot of people??? It happened last night and I wasn’t ready for this ahah. I’m so bad at expressing my emotions with words, and I’m pretty speechless tbh. Thank you I really mean it. You don’t even know how y'all make me happy everyday. I receive so much love it’s really incredible. I get so many messages telling me how my comics are good and it makes me so confident. In real life people are not humm really supportive. Not that they don’t like my art, it’s just that they don’t pay that much attention. My friends and family often see me as really independent so I guess they just think that I don’t really need it. But I realized how much I needed these words. I’m just really proud of myself and it’s a great feeling ahhh. I’m proud because I achieved something, but mainly because I make people happy. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t draw this often. And thanks to this, my art improved so much and is still improving! Tbh I don’t even know how this happened, and I don’t know what I did to deserve that much kindness ;;; Thank you to all the friends who helped me, to the friends that I don’t talk anymore, to those that I still talk, to people reblogging and liking my stuff. I LOVE YOU A LOT!!!!!!💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

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