For now though, once I get access to my computer, I’m gonna make some kind of Ducktales blog to put up all my duckie art on. Rusty loooooooved Ducktales too, and it’d be a great way to… idk, honor him or feel connected to him, something like that.
“It’s amazing, the people who are making pottery who you would never know. I feel like everywhere I go I meet people who are potters. There are people I’ve known for years who tell me they’re making pottery, and I had no idea.” An attempt to make friends in a new town led Jennifer Nolan to discover her passion for pottery and planted the seed for her basement business. Here’s her story
“I know this is a problem almost everywhere, but I’m very upset it’s
almost impossible to find Disney Princesses t-shirts here in Brazil. One
day, I cried tears of joy ‘cause I found an Aurora t-shirt, but then,
when I tried it on, it was too right because of my “generous” boobs and I
cried tears of sadness. A few days ago I even looked at a little girl
at the mall with envy because she was wearing a Belle t-shirt! The only
wearable Princesses items I own are Ariel and Aurora slippers.”
prompt: Phil is a boarding school student, and he has pretty much everything. His dad owns the school, he’s pretty popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – he’s the King. Dan is a cleaner/phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Some students are assholes to Dan, including Phil at first.
you all so so much for your consistent patience with this. College work (and a
hell of a lot of it) has unfortunately become my priority right now what with
university just around the corner and subsequently I haven’t updated it nearly
as regularly as I would have liked to, but you guys have been so supportive and
understanding and I really cannot thank you enough for that. I’ve missed this
and I’ve missed you. Here’s to more regular updates in the future <3
I’m sorry if this seems a lil wooden I haven’t written this in literal months
so it might take a while for me to adjust to the story and the prose again so
pls bear with me)
emo words over let’s fuckin DO this cue emo dan and a Lot of tension and also
dishonesty because phil’s a fucking idiot
warnings; mentions of violence, smoking
Phil’s been on edge all week.
He can’t remember the last time he relaxed.
Every day, every hour right
from the second his eyes flutter open to the sound of his morning alarm, is
spent with a thudding heart and searching eyes. Even when he’s sleeping he’s tense – his dreams have
spiralled into a whirlwind of almost nightmares,
technicolour episodes crashing into the other in colourful sparks and bursts
that end in cold sweats and aching muscles and whisperings from the boy only
centimetres away from him. And it’s stupid because Phil should be the one
comforting him after a bad night (and
he still tries his best nonetheless), but he can’t deny there’s nothing quite
like the feeling of Dan’s gentle lips on his forehead at four a.m., the sound
of his voice whispering reassurances with his arms draped over Phil’s waist
like a protective shield.
He hasn’t seen Liam since he
grabbed at any excuse and all but ran
out of Noah’s room upon his discovery that no, Phil doesn’t still have a tag,
and he’s scared. He’s so fucking scared.
And yeah, it was a very stupid
move to dodge the bullet in the way he did, to fling himself out of the
situation without even stopping to at least
try and explain himself, but he couldn’t help it. He doesn’t think he can
face sitting through another one of Liam’s explosions without crying or running
for cover, and he just can’t look that evil glint in the eye. Not since he saw
the very same one glittering menacingly when Liam looked at Dan, the daggering
stare boring into the other boy. The image is still printed deep in Phil’s
mind, resurfacing during the darkest part of the night.
That’s cowardly. Phil doesn’t
“Are you sure you-“
“Phil,” Dan sighs. “For the
final time, I’m fine.”
“Honestly,” he insists, brown
eyes shining. He’s trying, with one hand, to unwrap the chocolate bar Phil had
insisted upon him. “It was just a bump, that’s all. The paths were really icy
“Why didn’t you tell me
sooner?” Phil sighs, tapping Dan’s bandage patch delicately. It sits just under
sorry sorry sorry!!!! (not sorry ewe) but the final of the comic i have it ready from the beginning….. so yeah xD ….no but the true sorry,….is for the wait…..i’m really sorry for that…..i had a art block….and other things
…so yeah ….but is done xD I DON’T KNOW IF I WRITE CORRECTLY XD
Exploring Ethiopia with Photographer Eyerusalem Jiregna
This post is in celebration of Women’s History Month. Throughout March, we’ll be highlighting the stories of women doing extraordinary things around the world.
Born and raised in Ethiopia’s capital city, Addis Ababa, 23-year-old Eyerusalem Jiregna (@eyerusalem_a_jiregna) knows a thing or two about fast-paced environments. But she also hopes that her photographs might inspire people to pause and look — really look — at the visual wonders that could be waiting around any corner. “I know that people have busy lives,” Eyerusalem says, “but when we’re rushing everywhere, we’re not seeing what’s around us. I want people to appreciate what’s in front of them, and I hope that my pictures can help make that happen.”
While she finds photographing people rewarding, Eyerusalem does find herself photographing women and girls more often than men. “Motherhood in Ethiopia is so significant, and the women here work so hard,” she says. “I want to try to share their stories through my photographs.”