i just had to make it transparent

How to Make Quick and Easy Tattoo Sleeves

Got a cosplay idea but the character has lots of arm (or leg) tattoos? Don’t feel like painting on yourself with body paints or hunting down that horrendously expensive temporary tattoo paper? Here’s a quick tutorial for making tattoo sleeves using nylons and sharpie markers! 


- Supplies are cheap! You may even have many or all the supplies you need right at home.

- Quick and not very messy! No paint is involved, and sharpie marker dries instantly. 

- Easy! Great artistic skill not required.

- They move with your skin! People have legit thought these were real tattoos. From a distance, yes, but I had guys at cons with actual ink on their arms come over to compliment on my full (fake) sleeves. 

- You get to eat pringles! More on that later. 


- They are delicate. Nylons get holes in them super easy and forearms run into stuff, lean against things, and generally make it hard for the sleeves to survive. But if you only need them for a weekend, that’s ok.

- I haven’t experimented too much, but unfortunately this technique probably doesn’t work for wearers with darker skin tones. Sharpie ink is transparent, so any color it rests on just multiplies and the tattoo won’t show up very well. You’ll want to go the fabric paint or body paint route to get the best bold, bright tats. 

- Can’t do white sections, because sharpie ink is transparent and doesn’t come in white. I leave them blank and they read OK, but the white areas will always be pink, tan, brown, etc. unless you dab in a little fabric paint, which will not be covered in this tutorial.

- Sharpie is supposed to be permanent marker, but on skin…it’s not. The ink will most likely wear off onto adjacent clothes. Not that big of a deal for me, as I tend to wear my tats with white shirts that can be bleached, but other shirts may not survive as well.

OK, let’s go! Here are your supplies: 

You’ll need a pair of nylons, scissors, tape, a set of sharpies, your designs printed out on 8.5 x 11 paper, some bracelets, and a can of Pringles. You can use any design you want, of course, but Here is the link to these fine Newt Kaiju tattoo designs. 

If your nylons have an undies part, cut the legs off and wear the undies on your head for the rest of the tutorial, if desired. Put the legs on your arm like so, and cut the toes off so you can slip your hand through. You can cut some of the top of the sleeve off as well, but don’t cut too much because you can’t put it back on if your sleeves are too short. 

Here are my creepy sleeves. Now for the pringles.

Tape your design template to the Pringles can. It doesn’t reach all the way around but eh. The Pringles can gives you a nice stable surface to draw on that is roughly the shape and size of an arm. It’s a little short, so just roll up the rest of the nylon above the workspace and adjust both template and nylon down when you get to working on that part of the sleeve.

Color with the markers! I recommend doing the colored areas first and then doing the black outlines on top of it, to avoid the black ink contaminating the ink pads of the lighter markers. Remember how that always happens to the yellow ones? Eww. Nylons are thin and slide around a bit, so it’s best to use short strokes and dotting to get the ink on.

Take the template off the Pringles tube, flip the paper to the blank side and put it back on again. The paper collects the extra ink, so it’s hard to see any missed spots. Now you can see any bits you may have missed. Fill them in for completion. Also, the paper doesn’t manage to wrap all the way around the Pringles can, so now is the time to free-hand a bit of the design where the template doesn’t reach. For Newt tattoos, that’s the back of the arm. 

When you’re all done coloring, put them on!

There’s a rough end to the tattoo right at the wrist, of course. Disguise where the sleeve ends and your skin begins with some pretty bracelets:

There we are, much better!

Now…you’re done! Have some Pringles! 

Egotober, Day 08 - Bad news

Egotober list by @ego-surveillance-squad

Kind of just an excuse to draw the fandom’s newest baby…

“Haise had feelings for Touka but Kaneki doesn’t”

But, hey!!!


The title of the chapter where Haise first met Touka (and the one he instantly fell for her) is called:

The feelings Haise felt for Touka were inherited from Kaneki. It just happens that, since Haise didn’t have any memories of his past, he also didn’t have any issues that would make him lock is feelings deep down on his heart.

While Kaneki had a lot to deal, Haise was just Haise, which made his feelings for her more obvious and transparent.

Kaneki and Haise may be “““diferent”””, but the heart is the same.

coming back around

Summary: Four months later, and it starts with a phone call and a slightly more-than-absurd request. 
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff; Post Breakup AU 
Word Count: 4,738


“You want me to do what?”

Taehyung visibly winces at your tone of voice, while not over accusatory or threatening or aggressive, is just enough to make him realize the ridiculous notion of his previous request. It had been slightly absurd even before he had decided to brave towards a phone call, but now that the words are out there, it’s even more absurd. He tries to picture you now: your eyebrows knitted together and your lips jutting out into that adorable pout that he use to trace out with his finger before pulling you in for a kiss, nips and bites and anything to make your pout turn into the smile that he loved so much.

He swallows thickly as soon as he hears you humming on the other side of the phone, enough to drag him out of his trance, enough to make the statement burn itself into the back of his head: the statement that you weren’t his girlfriend anymore and he couldn’t just kiss you because he wanted to.

“Taehyung, are you still there?”

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Think Outside the Lovesquare Day 1: Wrong Number AU

(Just a note to clarify, I elected to use bolded text to indicate Adrien’s texts and italicized text to indicate the person texting him.)

Hey, are you back in France yet?

Adrien stared down at his phone. He wasn’t entirely sure who was texting him, but he could only guess it was someone working for his father. Maybe Nathalie needed a new number and hadn’t had the chance to tell him yet. He shrugged and replied.

Just got back today. I should be home soon.

How’s work?

Adrien raised a brow. Nathalie had been with him until the last two days, so she already had a pretty clear idea on how most of the work had gone. Maybe she just wanted to know about the last shoot.

Fine. Everyone seemed pretty happy with it.

Cool. Are you free this weekend?

Adrien checked his schedule, a bit confused that Nathalie was asking him, instead of the other way around.

I should be, yeah.

After all, she’d promised him a few days off after the grueling three weeks of travel and photo shoots and media attention. His calendar was indeed free aside from a fencing lesson he’d chosen to keep.

Wanna meet up?

Now he knew something was wrong. Nathalie wouldn’t ask

Wait. Is this Nathalie?

What? No, this is Nino.

After a moment, the mystery person added on.

I sat behind you last year.

Adrien frowned. So, it wasn’t Nathalie after all. That didn’t explain who it was, however.

Sat behind me? Where?

In class. Remember?

Now it was beginning to make sense. Adrien flopped back onto his bed and stared up at the screen. It really should have been obvious. After all, Nathalie and Chloe were the only ones who texted him.

I think you have the wrong number.

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I think white supremacists lean really hard on the framing that they’re not destroying peaceful integrated multicultural societies, they’re just noticing that those never existed anyway or are about to collapse anyway. 

And of course it’s a transparent lie. There are lots and lots of societies that have had successful peaceful integration. Racists and xenophobes are the force making integration difficult and dangerous and fragile; there’s not some other force that they are just innocently noticing. (Bad economic conditions and weak governments and violence all contribute to making racist and xenophobic movements more appealing. But it’s important to observe that the ‘failure of multiculturalism’ is still caused by the racists and xenophobes acting, it’s not something that happens separately from them.)

he’s quite the fighter

I’m fucking dying

Well, the guy first wanted to make an app to show the soul but had to take a few steps back because all the pics ended up blank. Even JPGs ended up transparent.

“If I want to wear make up, I do it for me and not you” The one star reviews are comedy gold. All feewiiings hurt

Reading comments with 1 star is just WTF lol, the arguments. “Bad hacker app”

Funny how all the 1 star reviews complaining about “crashes” are women.

The good old you can’t get laid accusation. “it’s clear he had time to do this because he’s a single douchebag who will end up forever alone.let’s see an app that shows women what men’s penises look like while they’re just chillin on the couch.”

Cherry on top: https://www.reddit.com/r/MakeApp/

Update: holy shiet

(Kasparian tweet is apparently fake, but those review disparities I’ve seen with my very own eyes)

3 acts of malicious compliance in one project rewarded with 4 days of leave fully paid.

This is quite long sorry but I feel it needs the back story to understand the whole thing.

tl;dr - General manager makes requests, I try to get him to see the downsides. He insists, I comply and get a nice few days off.

I used to work for a mining company as a Geologist. I left and a few years later was employed by them again but in a very different role dealing mostly with compliance based stuff.

We had a new project coming up which meant a lot of data would be coming in daily and at some point we would be required to process all that data. The data was being logged into an excel spreadsheet which was probably the quickest and easiest way to do it for the data we needed to capture. It did however introduce a larger margin of human error. The benefit was that errors could be checked later in the corporate office rather than taking up time in the field when people were already working 12 hour shifts and we were paying contractors by the hour. In addition to this they updated my contract to a fieldwork based employee rather than office based, this allowed them to send me out into the field for several weeks at a time without any change in pay. It also had a few other conditions which come into play later.

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i should stop posting everything so late at night

2 A.M

A/N: So this is the second installment of my apparently new A.M series that I didn’t even knew I needed on my blog. You can read Luke’s version here

Pairing: Y/N/College!Michael

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 6.000+

Summary: Y/N’s and Michael’s hate for each other won’t get any better when they’re paired up for a science project. And when a thunderstorm appears and Y/N isn’t safe to walk home she has to stay at Michael’s dorm against her will

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just for some transparency

hey, y’all! i had kind of a weird night last night. i had to take a hard, long look at the future of MP! and how long i want to keep making this comic. (you can read my existential crisis in real time on twitter)

although i dearly love this comic, there are so many things i want to do and make that i can’t realistically commit to until it is over. don’t worry, MP! will get a proper ending! i’m continuing with chapter 6 as planned – but instead of 7 chapters and an epilogue (as i had previously planned) it will be 6 and an epilogue.

i’ll still be able to communicate everything i wanted with this story but instead of having certain ending things happen in chapter 7, they will be shown in the epilogue.

thank you all so much for reading and for your support, i hope you will continue to enjoy my comic til the end!

Movie Magic (1/2) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N is in a group with Peter (her crush) and his gang for an english project. They need to make a short movie, so Y/N and Peter became the actress and actor. But little did they know, their characters would fall in love. And maybe they would too in real life.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: A curse word

Word count: 1,393

A/N: I hope you guys like this series. If you would like to be tagged in part 2 or be in my tag list, you can leave a comment, shoot me an ask, or private message me. Whatever works for you is fine:)


“Class, today we’re starting a project. Get together in group of fours and we’ll discuss further.”

Usually you’d be thrilled because it means you’ll be working with Y/B/F/N. But since she/he moved last week, it became something you dread.

You remained in your chair, sighing as you watch people scramble to gather with their friends.

Your eyes searched the room for a group that doesn’t have enough member. You spotted one and decided to ask if you could join them. You’re about to stand up when you felt someone tapping your shoulder.

Whirling around, you’re met with a smiling Michelle. You’ve never really talked to her except that time when you have detention together. But you’ve always liked her personality.

“Do you want to join our group Y/N?” she asked, gesturing to Ned and Peter who’s sitting at the back of the room.

“Of course!” You beamed at her with a grateful smile. You followed her to where Peter and Ned sat. Ned waves at you enthusiastically as you took the seat in front of Peter.

“Hello to you too Ned,” you chuckled at his excitement before turning to face Peter.

“Hi Peter.”

“H-hi Y/N,” he stuttered, lifting his eyes to meet yours for a brief second. He quickly returned his gaze to his hands, a pink tinge adorning his cheeks.

Peter have always been so shy. You don’t understand why, he doesn’t have anything to be shy about. He’s intelligent, kind and good looking.

With his soft curls and his chocolate brown eyes, you can’t help but have a tiny crush on him. Maybe this project wont be so bad after all.

After finding out that you’re going to make a short movie, you started distributing the tasks. Michelle wanted to be the screenwriter plus director and Ned the cameraman. So that leaves you and Peter as the actor and actress.
You’re late to school the next day. A bind of paper was shoved to your chest as you rush into english class. You grab it from Michelle’s hand to read the title.

“You finished the whole script overnight?” you asked Michelle utterly impressed.

Shrugging she replied, “I like to be ahead of the game. C'mon let’s go shoot the first scene,” she said already dragging you out of class.

“Wait, we’re shooting it now? Am I even wearing the right clothes?”

“You’re playing as a higschool student. Your clothes are accurate,” Michelle replied rolled her eyes. “You and Peter’s character is fighting for the valedictorian title. They used to be best friends so at the end they realised that the title is not worth it.”

You raised an eyebrow at her ,“That doesn’t sound like your style.”

Michelle snorted. “The rules are to have a moral lesson and to have no violence. This is the best that I can do,” she explained as we rounded the corner to meet Peter and Ned.

They’re both sitting on a bench, shoulders hunched as they read the script. Peter seems to be reciting his lines to himself to memorize it.

“Y/N’s here. Ned lets set up the cameras and as we do Peter and Y/N can practice their lines.” She turned to you continuing, “I expect you guys to have memorized scene 1 by the time we finished setting up.”

You take Ned’s seat beside Peter before opening your script to scene 1.

“Hi Peter.”

“Hi Y- Y/N. You’re late today, I guess you overslept?” he questioned with a shy smile, surprising you. He never smiled at you before. Sure you’ve seen him smile or laugh with Ned or Michelle. But with the smile directed to you, the butterflies in your stomach comes to life.

“Yeah, I slept through my alarm,” You cocked your head to the side, “I think that’s the longest sentence you’ve ever spoken to me.”

A faint blush appears across his cheeks as he raised an eyebrow, “You’re the one to talk. I’ve never heard you speak any word in class anymore. And you always sit alone.”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s not my choice Peter. I just have no friend to talk or sit together since Y/B/F/N moved.”

Peter nodded in understanding. “I’ve always assumed that you prefer to work alone. I don’t understand though.”

Eyebrows furrowing, he continued, “Why wouldn’t anyone want be friends with you already?”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“You’re so smart, talented, pretty, and nice. I thought everybody would come running to be your friend already.”

Chuckling at his cheesiness you said, “You’re being a bit extra Peter. But thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” You grin at him despite the pounding in your heart. Peter Parker thinks your pretty.

“Ehem,” someone cleared their throat making you both jump, both of your face turned red.

“I’m sure staring into each other’s eye is not in the script,” Michelle deadpanned with a smirk on her face.

“S-sorry.” You glanced at Peter who had  busied himself with his script.  "We’re just..uh…practicing eye expressions,“ you lied, internally cringing.

“Suure..I hope you guys have memorized your lines, we’re almost finished here,”  Michelle said giving you a suspicious look before turning back to the camera.

Crap, did Michelle find out?
“Y/N, you like Peter don’t you?”

She did found out. You cursed yourself for being so transparent. You glanced back to where Peter and Ned is to make sure they’re out of hearing range.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered.  "Bye Michelle, I need to get going.“ Getting your bag from your locker you swing it over one shoulder before making a beeline for the school gates.

You’re just out the school door when Michelle got a hold of your arm, stopping you.

"You can’t run away from me Y/N. I know you know exactly what I’m talking about,” Michelle insisted, her grip tightening. You can’t go anywhere now.

“N-no. I don’t have any feelings for Peter,” you lied, avoiding Michelle’s stare. You could feel your face heating up and hope Michelle doesn’t notice it.

“You know I can see straight through you Y/N,” Michelle chuckled. “Oh my god, you have a crush on Pe-,”

You slapped a hand over her mouth to silence her. “Shh! Don’t be so loud! Do you want the whole school to know?!” You hissed as you look around frantically to see if anyone heard her.

“So you admit it then?”

You sigh in defeat. “Yes, I like Peter. But please don’t tell him! I’ll tell him myself when I’m ready,” you said practically begging  Michelle.

Michelle grins triumphantly. “Okay Y/N. That’s a promise though, and I’ll remember it. I need to go, see you tomorrow Y/N!” She waved, already heading to the gates.

“Am I that transparent?!” You shouted at her reatreating back.

Michelle turned around and shrugged. Walking backwards she shouted back,

“For me you are!”


It’s been a month already and you’ve gotten very close to Peter, Michelle, and Ned. Even though tomorrow is the last day of shooting, you’re postive you’ll stay with them. You have joined their gang.

Thankfully, Michelle kept her promise. She haven’t said any word about you liking Peter. But lately it’s getting harder for you to hide your feelings. Growing closer to Peter, you found yourself falling even deeper for him.

You sigh as you lay in your bed. You doubt you’ll be admitting anything to Peter. It’ll risk your friendship. Besides you’re sure Michelle would understand why you can’t keep your promise.

Your phone vibrated beside you and you checked to see an email from Michelle. Apparently she had done a little change to the script.

You printed out the new script and started to skim through it searching for the change. You’re at the last pages, but still you found no changes. You decided that the change must be so small that you can’t even locate it. But that’s when you see it, and your heart stops.

(Peter crashes his lips onto Y/N’s and they share a heated kiss)

With shaky hands, you dialed Michelle’s phone. She answered it on the first ring. She must’ve been waiting for you to call.

“Hi Y/-,” Michelle started but got interrupted immediately.

“Michelle, what the fuck?!”

~ part 2 coming soon

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I’ll Stand By You

Originally posted by that-0ne-nerd-blog

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Summary: Sebastian staying by (Y/N)’s side no matter what happens.

Word count: 1.115

A/N: I love Sebastian so much, but I am not so happy of how this turned out. I don’t know, but I feel that he’s a little bit out of character. I’m asking for forgiveness in advance, guys. I will write something better soon, I promise. Thank you.

- G. x

You entered your favourite coffee shop, Lima Bean, making the little bell attached on the transparent glass door ring. You walked inside with your eyes glued on the ground, trying to prevent people to see your puffy and red eyes.

You had a shitty morning at school and you have always been a sensitive person. You can’t handle harsh comments that come out from people’s dirty mouth, even though you have always wanted to stop giving a damn on people’s thoughts, but you just can’t.

You were expecting on not stirring up any trouble anymore, but you knew that you were too clumsy when you bumped on someone, luckily, he hasn’t gotten a paper coffee cup in his hands yet or else everything would’ve gotten worse.

“Damn it! Watch where you’re going next time.” The boy in front of you exclaimed annoyed. The voice was so familiar and you quickly looked at him, revealing him your haggard face. “Shit, I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

As you see the tall boy’s beautiful face, your appearance enlightened a little bit and you felt relieved somehow. He was standing straight in front of you, wearing a regretful face. He must be really sorry for how he treated you just awhile ago, but what can you do? Being snarky and being sassy are some of his negative traits, but you accept him just like that.

“Sebastian.” You quickly wrapped your weak arms around his slim waist, not caring if you rumple his perfectly flat-ironed school blazer, and waited for him to reciprocate your hug. He hugged you tight and played carefully with your hair.

“What happened?” He asked you in a worried tone as you broke the hug and he led you to an empty table. You looked at him, thinking if you should tell him what has happened. “(Y/N)?”

You breathe out heavily as tears started to stream down your face once again, remembering the pain and the disappointment that your friends in glee club has given you this morning.

“Why you look so sad, (Y/N)?” He nibbled his red lower lip and caressed your forearm gently. “Tears are in your eyes.” He came closer to you and he wiped your tears away your red soft cheeks using both of his thumb.

“Bas,” You fidgeted your hands as you called his name. He noticed the nervousness in you and he paid attention on what you have to tell him. “New Directions found out that we are in a relationship.”

“What?” He was gobsmacked for the words that have just slipped out of your mouth. “How?”

“I have no idea, Bas.” You shook your head several times. “I really don’t know how did they find out. All I know right now is that they are against the bond that we have together.”

“Shit, I knew that they wouldn’t approve it.” He murmured. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s not your fault.” You slightly gave him a weak smile.

“It is.” He contradicted you because he really thought that it was his fault. “They hate me for my behaviour, (Y/N). You can’t blame them.”

“Bas, they should mind their own business.” You slightly shouted and it caused the crowd to look at you, but you just didn’t care about it. “They can’t dictate me who to love or not.”

“You are right, love,” He nodded. “But you can’t blame them. You are their little baby and they are just being overprotective.”

“I am big enough to know what is right from wrong, Sebastian.” You angrily answered him. “They told bad things about you and they talked shit behind your back. They treat you with disrespect, Bas.”

“I deserved that.” You unleashed a long deep sigh because it doesn’t seem like Sebastian can get your point.

“As my close friends, I demand that they respect me, you, us.” You say as you dried your tears and endured the pain as the tears burnt your cheeks.

“Wait,” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Did they disrespect you too?”

“Some offensive words escaped from their mouths.” You raised your shoulders as a sign of not giving a damn about it.

“Okay,” Sebastian started. “They crossed the line with that.” He said and you can sense the anger in his voice.

“Bas, it is okay.” You reassured him, being calm once again.

“No, it is not.” He shook his head furiously. “We are talking to them.”

“But you hate the stench of public schools.” You slightly giggled, trying to change his mind but bearing with Sebastian was hard enough.

People can tell him everything what they want, but they will never win against him. If they insult him, he surely knows how to shut them off and they will never make him angry. But whenever people tells something offensive about you, his lovely and gorgeous girlfriend, he is able to start World War III just to protect you. No matter how much it would cost him.

“I don’t care, (Y/N)!” He arrogantly answered. “I force myself to treat you right and to treat you better than your ex-boyfriends did. Nobody, I repeat, nobody can hurt you just like that. I won’t let people treat you like that.”

“But it is okay, Bas. It really is.” You caressed his right cheek with your right thumb. “They just disappointed me so much and you know why?”

“Why?” He raised his left eyebrow. He was trying to calm himself, but anger was still heard in his voice.

“Because no one stood by my side.” You downheartedly responded.

“(Y/N),” He called your name, trying to get all of your attention. “You know that I have always said that I’ll stand by you no matter what, even if you’re wrong, and I won’t let anybody hurt you.” Sometimes it still amuses you that he’s a sweet and caring person when it comes to you, but you know that you would love him the same if he ever acted arrogant and annoying around you.

“I know, Bas.” You were fluttered for what he has just said even though he repeats it every time.

“I know that you know it.” He confidently smiled. “And I am still talking to them about these stuffs, just to be clear.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes and you chuckled.

“I love you, always remember that.”

“I love you too, Bas.” He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

“Everything for my princess.” He pulled away from the hug a little bit and pressed a gentle and soft kiss on your forehead.

Your lips have formed a wide smile as you thought how lucky you are to have Sebastian by your side.

LOL rewatching season 2 and Emma is making me crack the fuck up cos she’s all 

“You know him?”

“Wait, you know how to sail a ship?”

“So now you’re a pirate that can sail a ship?”

“So you know hook?”

Homegirl gives zero fucks about Gold bleeding out or the fact Neal is back, she just wants info on the stab happy hotness she just had to tie up. And she’s trying to be so subtle bless her but lawd almighty she’s transparent. 

“So you know hook?”


“What’s he like? I mean apart from the murder vendetta. What’s he into? Does he lift? What’s his A game saying?”

“Jeez, Emma! You wanna know so bad, just go hop into bed with him.”

“I’m trying to, dammit! But I need something to work with. Help a sister out, will you?”

And now i just can’t help imagining her ramblings as she shifts an unconscious hook into that storage space.

“Dammit… why is it always the hot ones… wow, his arms are firm… at least he smells better than he looks… oh yeah, he’d definitely feel good on top in another situation….god, why’d you have to be such a jackass…. I had plans for when I returned…”