i love it to pieces and have watched it probably more than literally 20 times


❛ i need a reasonable paying job, something like $2,000 an hour. nothing too wild. ❜
❛ idc (i do care) ❜
❛ ‘are you taken?’ yes bitch, taken for granted ❜
❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half is, well, an asshole ❜
❛ you’re yelling? at ME? the one person who has never done anything wrong ever?????? ❜
❛ you will find your home, you will find your place. you will find your people. give it a little bit of time but it will happen. ❜
❛ in order lead a happy life i’m gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit. ❜
❛ any body else here not good at anything??? ❜
❛ you can’t force people to appreciate you. ❜
❛ *puts on baseball cap* i am the dad now… ❜
❛ i fake smart.. like i’m honestly a dumbass idk shit but i know how to seem like i do.. i’m smart-passing.. ❜
❛ every straight woman who ever called her platonic friend her ‘girlfriend’ owes me $50 ❜
❛ i am a professional at misreading tones and overreacting to problems that most likely don’t exist ❜
❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life, i will be impressed with myself ❜
❛ you can’t cure sadnesses with a shower but honestly there is no purer place to suffer ❜
❛ patiently waiting for a kind soul to come along and make everything a little softer, brighter. ❜
❛ honestly i don’t even play an active role in my life, shit just happens and i’m like oh this is what we’re doing now? ok ❜
❛ no offense but if i die and no one uses a ouija board to keep me updated on memes i will literally haunt you all ❜
❛ imma start charging people for hurting my feelings $3 an hour ❜
❛ i have finally reached the age of most young adult protagonists yet my life is still uneventful??? where is my cool story??? my cool talents??? @ universe i’m pissed ❜
❛ hello, police? i accidentally stepped on my cats foot and need to be arrested ❜
❛ *tries to watch 45 minute episode in 20 minutes ❜
❛ please don’t just come in my life, take my heart and leave. please don’t do that. ❜
❛ concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe. ❜
❛ i can’t believe what walkie talkies are called ❜
❛ the gorilla could have died and been done with in like a week but none of you know how to be normal ❜
❛ me: *is bitter but is also right* ❜
❛ just saw a girl in high heels long boarding to class. godspeed, my queen. ❜
❛ i’ve never belonged anywhere, i’m always just in between ❜
❛ too young for unnecessary stress, i gotta live ❜
❛ i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information ❜
❛ i’m like always sleepy. i feel like i should be used to this by now and stop complaining about being sleepy but i can’t. always, i’m sleepy. ❜
❛ lmao no offense… but what’s the point of being mean to people for no reason ❜
❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk ❜
❛ “alcohol isn’t supposed to taste good” buddy watch me drink the fruitiest/sweetest shit i can find and enjoy it because i don’t hate myself enough to even begin to consider drinking like.. beer ❜
❛ tfw you’re already fully aware of the unnecessary self destructive bullshit you’re doing but you can’t bring yourself to do anything to stop it ❜
❛ hey sorry for not replying i didn’t want to ❜
❛ honestly how am i gonna make it in the world???? i get a little teary eyed any time someone compliments my personality ❜
❛ true bonding is when you and your friends are all angry about the same thing ❜
❛ *touches your hand and looks seriously into your eyes* i am a piece of shit ❜
❛ lets play ‘how rude can i be until you realize i don’t like you’ ❜
❛ i love drunk me but i don’t trust her ❜
❛ hate when i am wearing makeup and still look shitty like what else am i supposed to do? get enough sleep? eat right and exercise??? as if ❜
❛ i’m not on a high horse. i’m not even on a horse. i’m face down in a ditch on the road of life ❜
❛ i hate when people ask me what i would do in their situation because 9 times out of 10 i would literally never be in that situation in the first place ❜
❛ i barely remember the last 6 months honestly like am i even alive ❜
❛ you had me at ‘hello’ and lost me at ‘i think your friend is cute’ ❜
❛ i’m pretty sure by now ‘tired’ is just a part of my personality description ❜
❛ wow i really liked that song now i think i’ll listen to it another seventy times in a row ❜
❛ ‘shit it’s 2 a.m.’ i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i’m surprised ❜
❛ i’ve been stressed out since like the third day of second grade ❜
❛ telling other girls they look pretty is like cracking a glow stick full of positivity and female friendship ❜
❛ i want to be sun kissed and also people kissed ❜
❛ about me: glowing, eating peaches, drinking wine in lingerie, not texting your desperate ass back  ❜
❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜
❛ due to unfortunate circumstances, i am awake ❜
❛ i’m gonna solve mysteries so fucking good ❜
❛ what did people even wear in 2008 ❜
❛ i’ll just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  my way through life ❜
❛ you know what sucks? everything bye ❜
❛ me? overreacting? probably ❜
❛ people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience ❜
❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life i will be impressed with myself ❜
❛ if you listen carefully you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜
❛ any time you like a boy just know you played yourself. always keep that stored in your mind for later ❜
❛ hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof ❜
❛ what i lack in personality i make up for in…….. nothing ❜
❛ me? cancelled ❜
❛ an app that tells you how raven something is ❜
❛ be with someone who will take care of you. not materialistically but takes care of your soul, your well being, your heart, and everything that’s you ❜
❛ i love the infinite multiverse theory because that means there’s a universe where i’ve pulled every single fire alarm i’ve ever seen ❜
❛ name a more iconic duo than the lengths i’ll go to both get attention and to avoid it… i’ll wait ❜
❛ i just want to be treated very gently and smell like vanilla and wear only matte dusty rose lipstick ❜
❛ 2017 is going to be a very healing year because it’s going to force us to accept that 2007 was ten years ago not three and i think that’s the root of our collective issues ❜
❛ i just wanna do cute things with you like crush the patriarchy, fight for gender equality, and help to destroy racism ❜
❛ i may not be that funny or athletic or good looking or smart or talented… i forgot where i was going with this ❜
❛ how is 2016 already almost over?? like this bitch came in, fucked us up, then left like she gave us a gift ❜
❛ supercalifragilisticextentialcrisis ❜
❛ stop breaking your own motherfucking heart ❜
❛ co-napping is a beautiful thing. knock out with me so i know it’s real ❜
❛ *on the verge of tears* ok not that i care, but ❜
❛ it’s not you…. it’s your zodiac sign ❜
❛ i want to be loved so bad it’s pathetic and embarrassing ❜
❛ my heart is filled with hate and swag ❜
❛ ‘i don’t care’ i say, caringly, as i care deeply ❜
❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜
❛ we all ugly to somebody, don’t trip ❜
❛ do i have a crush or am i just idolizing this person for being vaguely nice to me? ❜
❛ my parents were arguing today and my mom said that justin timberlake wouldn’t treat her like this ❜
❛ kissing is hella rad but no one is kissing me so that makes me hella sad ❜
❛ everyone’s having their mid-life crisis at like 19 ❜
❛ there are just people out there that are the embodiment of the sun like the things they say do light up the world and make you feel warm they are human sunshine ❜
❛ dermatologists HATE me… everyone hates me. i’m so alone ❜
❛ you know when you realize and you just… realize ❜
❛ a girl can respect herself and still take booty pics wtf y’all talkin about ❜
❛ i’m not badass i’m sadass i cry about everything ❜
❛ inspired by animal crossing, i’ve started doing this thing where i mail my best friends a framed picture of myself and then never speak to them again ❜
❛ i didn’t know double texting was such a big deal?? i have a lot to say ❜
❛ can someone please just be proud of me like fuck i’m trying ❜
❛ cosmo sex tip #367: when you’re in the mood, tell you partner ‘my spidey senses are tingling’ ❜

(  you can find the other popular text posts memes on my old blog: 1, 2 )

anonymous asked:

So #20 for andreil. I literally love angst but you can do whatever

okay so i know that i literally just did an “Andrew gets hurt during a game” and i also know that “Neil getting hurt at a game” is sooooooo overdone but like…… you don’t understand how much of a slut i am for Neil getting hurt at a game

that being said, i took a different approach to it. don’t be mad at me

#20 “Something’s clearly wrong.”

Hospitals have never been so quiet. Never mind the sounds of machines blurring into white noise in the background. Never mind Andrew’s own heart rushing blood past his ears in a rhythm Andrew would give anything not to hear. 

The Mustang’s number eighteen striker, Neil Josten, just took a hard hit against the wall. He… he doesn’t appear to be moving. Something’s clearly wrong. Can we call… ah, yes, the referees are taking an executive move and calling the game to a pause.”

Andrew starts to count off Neil’s injuries – again – because it’s better than hearing that announcer’s voice repeat in his head one more time. Broken ulna, dislocated and then relocated shoulder, severe sprain of his left ankle, heavy bruising, and brain swelling that led to an induced coma.

Each breath Neil takes sounds like it might be his last, but each beat of his heart brings him back.

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Just a flower? (Jungkook Tattooartist!au)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Summary: “Something small…a flower?”

Genre: Jungkook x Reader TattooArtist!au ( A little angst, fluff )

A/N: Helloo!! Thx to the anon that requested this btw. I hope you like it I kind of went wild with the plot! ❤️ p.s if u want links for the tattoos ill put them on here and use your imagination for your tattoo placement and or style ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ enjoy!

“You’re such a goodie two shoes! You mean to tell me you’ve never gone to a random club for the heck of it, not even once?”

“Leave me alone!” You dropped your pencil and gave her a look. “You’re supposed to be at a meeting anyway, not instigating my personal life.” Poking out your bottom lip you pouted to yourself. She laughed while grabbing a bottle of orange juice and a bagel. You sat at the island with a few books, tea and a pencil as you watched her scramble to get out because she was late. The whole morning she wouldn’t get off your case about your so called ‘innocence’.

“I’m just saying Y/N, you traveled across the world and your nose is stuck in a book! Live a little! Do something spontaneous for once. See you later!” She ran out and you sighed in relief, you could breathe, she was finally off your back.

Do something spontaneous she says, you’ve done plenty of spontaneous things including moving here. You moved here for school but it still counts, right? You sighed, resting your chin in the palm of your hand in thought. Maybe she was right, maybe you did need to do something on a whim.

You pushed back a strand of your hair before securing the lid of the beautiful drink. 

“Jungkook?” You called the order name, searching around for whoever it might be. Who you presumed to be the man who ordered it looked up from his phone and his soft features caught your attention; and not only that but the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, the multiple pierces in his ear, the tasteful ensemble of dark clothes. You had never seen him before, or maybe you just never noticed him; but how could you not notice someone like that? You handed him the drink and he thanked you with a friendly smile before going on his way.

Instead of gawking at the door like a crazed love struck girl, you untied your apron and ran to the back to get changed. Yoojin, your coworker and good friend was getting off the same time as you. She walked in, punching in her time and grabbing her backpack.

“That’s it!” You snapped, smiling brightly to yourself.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” Your sudden outburst startled her and she gave you a look.

“Sorry, sorry- I just figured it out.” With your hands fiddling in hair you took out the rubber band.

“Figured out what?” She remained baffled.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and laughed, “I’m gonna get a tattoo!” With that you ran out the back.

“You can do this, you can do this, you can do this….” You repeated that phrase in your head and aloud, hopping to hype yourself up. You scheduled your consultation for this evening and after this long day it was finally time. After walking a few blocks you found the spot and quickly stepped into the clean little establishment.

“Hi, - Y/N? You called for the consultation?” You nodded. A guy behind them the front desk who was equally as tattooed as most of the people in here. 

“Right past there are a few couches, you can wait for him there.” Timidly you went where he directed you and took a seat. As you fiddled with your fingers to distract yourself you noticed all of the photos of tattoos and drawings on the wall and for some reason you got nervous. 

“You’re my 5 o'clock right?” That same guy, Jungkook, the one at the cafe that you made a drink for. He must’ve remembered you too, he furrowed his brow and smiled. “Wait - I know you, you work at the cafe a few blocks down, don’t you?” He finally put his finger on it.

“Yeah, I saw you were there yesterday.” You nodded as he took his seat across from you with a clip board, paper and a pen.

“Ah, you were the one that made my drink.” He said.

“Yep,” You squirmed in your seat, biting your lips, “that was me.” 

“It was good by the way…” Your cheeks glowed a subtle rose at the compliment, even if it was for your amazing barista skills you took it to heart. “So, you’re looking to get a tattoo. Do you have your eye on something in particular or are you just looking?”

“Um, I don’t really know, I really like elegant pieces on the back.”

“Yeah, pieces like those are always really pretty, is that what you want?” 

“I think so…” 

“Let me show you some work I’ve done, similar to that.” He pulled a big binder from under the center table and got up to sit next to you. He opened up the well organized binder and flipped a few pages before stopping. You stared in aw at the elegant works of art, most of them were huge; covering most of the back or somewhere on the leg. As much as you hated to admit it, you really couldn’t concentrate on the book when his arm was in full view showcasing the pieces of art. You managed to stutter, “I like that one, I want mine that big.” He peered at the one you pointed at and he nodded in agreement. “That one is one of my personal favorites, it looks simple but it required a lot of precision on my part, it was worth it though.”

“Ok, I can draw something along the the lines of that, to see if you like it, sound good?” You nodded. His hand went to work, the pen moving back and forth with his movements. You sat there, for 15 maybe 20 minutes as he continued to draw the art that will soon be on your body. Oddly enough you weren’t even looking at it, you stared out of the window, watching the people go by; it almost calmed you.

“Done.” He showed you the paper and your mouth hung open in astonishment, how could he come up with this in such a short amount of time.

“It’s beautiful…really, really beautiful. You’re very talented.” You brushed your fingers over the drawing, admiring the little details on gentle creature. It was funny how you could actually see it on yourself, it was literally made for you.

“Thanks, I try to put the canvas into prospective- the canvas being my client of course.” He giggled to himself. “You’d look great with this, it compliments your skin and the overall way you look.” He ripped the papa we out and went to a what looked like a printer. He came back over with a sheet of paper and handed it to you. “So when do you want to set up the appointments.” The question.

“Appointments? More than one?” 

“For a tattoo that big I normally suggest a series of appointments, the pain can be a little much in one day. But we can do it in one day, it’ll be a few hours. How about next Thursday at noon? You’ll be my only appointment.” He was steadily sliding on some gloves as he continued to talk to you.

You mentally viewed your schedule and you were free. “I can do that.”

“Ok, I’ll see you then.”

With a coffee in your hand you sat at a two person table, trying to relax and take your mind off of it you decided to sit in your favorite cafe and draw for a little bit. 

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice chirped from behind you. It was him again, how come you two keep meeting?

“Jungkook? Hi- no, it’s not go ahead.” You smiled gesturing to the seat. He sat across from you with a back pack, and a book in his arm. Was he drawing too? The cafe was usually crowded at this time and you were glad the only free seat was next to you. Although he probably didn’t notice you took every chance you got to look at his face or maybe you were just looking at all of him. It was silent between you two, you both mutual have each other space and you glance at his paper but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“I never caught your name.” He spoke. You looked up sort of timidly, he was looking at you with curious eyes and you took off your reading glasses and sat down your pencil. “Y/N.” You responded softly.

“That’s a pretty name.” That smile. His smile was absolutely breathtaking and the way stared deep into your eyes was charming, even if he wasn’t trying to be.

“Thank you…um your tattoos, they’re really beautiful, did you do them yourself?” You pointed to his left arm where a majority of his tattoos were; subconsciously he touched and looked at them. “I did a few of them, maybe 5 or 6? All free handed too. Free hand is my favorite…it’s relaxing. I see you like to draw.” His gaze drifted over to your paper.

“Oh, yeah it’s…relaxing,” you giggled, “I guess…” 

“Can I see it?” You handed him the paper and his eyes lit up. “You drew this?” You nodded unsure of his reaction. “I love it.” He brought the paper close so he could study it better. “Can I use this? I swear I’ll give you full credit it’s just too good not to be used.” 

“Sure, I don’t mind, keep it. But it really isn’t that good, It’s just a flower…” With a slight smile on your lips you took out your phone and looked at a series of missed texts. You were late for work.  “Shoot, I have to go, I’m gonna be late!” Frantically you there your stuff in your bag and took the last sip of your coffee. “It was nice talking to you!” You waved goodbye as you rushed out of the building before he could respond. 

After your last meeting a few days went by and now today is the day. You were doing it, you were about to get a permanent piece of art on your body. You were proving to yourself you could be adventurous, spontaneous, all of it. You arrived at the shop and stood in front the glass door chewing on your bottom lip. “You can do this…” You pushed open the door and you looked around in confusion. 

“Hello?” Nobody was here, it was empty and silent. Did he give you the wrong time or day. “Jungkook?-” He peeked from a back room smiling at you with his bunny teeth. “Back here sweetheart.” He waved you over.

“Oh, there you are.” You made your way to the room and you saw he had all his equipment ready, it sort of added to your nerves. It’s really happening…

“Do you like it?” He showed you the large outline and you swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, I like it…” Your eyes skimmed over the paper.

“So, you just take off your top and bra and I’ll be back.” When he shut the door you stripped and held your shirt against your chest. 

“Knock, knock,” He knocked on the door and he peeked pass the door “are you ready?” 

“Ready as I’ll ever be…” You kicked your legs mindlessly, awaiting his instruction.

“Lay down for me.” A few seconds went by and his gloved hand your lower back and you shivered upon contact. You felt the thin paper press against your skin along with his warm hand pressing precisely.

“Ok, go see how it looks.” He handed you a hand mirror and you made your way to the mirror holding it up in front of you so you could see the mirror through the one in your hand. It was big, it reached a few inches from your shoulder and lower back. It was big. 

“Do you like the placement?” He voiced from his stool, you could see him eyeing you through the mirror. He seemed to have taken a liking to your figure but he kept it at bay, diverting his eyes when you turned around.

“Yeah, i-it's good.” You got up on the cushiony table, laying flat in front of him. You could hear him fiddling with the needle and you were trying to steady your breathing.

“Don’t be nervous baby girl, it’s not too bad.” He pat your shoulder in a friendly way, trying to comfort you and soothe your nerves but it did very little to help you. “Everyone gets a little nervous on their first time. If it gets too much I can give you some Advil or we can finish up another day.” He suggested. You nodded quickly, but he was getting the feeling that you weren’t prepared for this. Taking a deep breath he turned the needle on and the sound alone gaze you freaking out, you were tense and just as the needle was about to touch your skin you panicked.

“Stop, stop, stop. I can’t do it…” You sat up, burying your face in your hands and he put the needle down in shock. You wiped the stray tears from your face as you also tried to keep your decency in tact. He rubbed your thigh in concern, “Hey, it’s ok, don’t cry…do you not like the tattoo? Is it too big? You could’ve told me, I would’ve drawn you something different-”

“No, it’s not that…I-I Just don’t know what I’m doing here.” You turned around so that your back was the only thing facing him and changed quickly. He watched you situate yourself, he didn’t have a clue where this was coming from.

“I’m sorry I wasted your time, really I am but I don’t wanna do this anymore.” You took deliberate steps to the door but you got jerked back by his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Wait, please. Can you at least talk to me about it? I just wanna help…” His doe eyes bore into you like a begging puppy, you were tempted to say no but how could you? “Fine…” With his hand still on your wrist he led you to sit back down and he sat beside you. 

“If it’s not the tattoo, what is it? Is it me?” He hoped it wasn’t.

“Of course it’s not you. It’s me.” You deadpanned.

“You? I don’t understand-”

“I’m not like most of the people around here Jungkook, I don’t go out a lot, I traveled half across the world and I still feel like I’m missing out, there’s not much to me…I’ve never done this before, I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do something different or at least have a little fun for once in my life- but I can’t…” Your head hung low as you looked down at your fingers, how could you get like this in front of him? You were just burdening him with your own personal problems. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even be telling you this…I should go…” You ease off the table and stand there for a good few seconds.

“No, you shouldn’t.” He stood up, towering over you with hopeful eyes. “You should go to lunch with me…My treat?” Although your were taken and your first instinct was to say yes- no, scream yes but you held your self together. “Ok…” 

A few weeks went by and you can say you’ve never met someone who looked at you the way he did. The past few weeks you had come to grow fond of his random late night texts, the times he’d steal you from home even if he knew you were studying. Sometimes on the weekend he’d come to the apartment just to watch tv with you, regardless of how crazy or cheesy the flics were you two would poke fun at them together. A majority of the time the night would end with you waking him up and telling him to go home or him convincing you to let him stay the night, you were the one to give in most of the time. You’d rarely go to his tattoo shop anymore, not since that first appointment. He said he wasn’t bothered by it but you knew he’d like it if you’d eat lunch with him sometimes. During lunch break you’d both go to the same place and bring your food back to your jobs. He’d ask you to come over sometimes and even though your excuses not to go were terrible he went with them anyway.

Your phone vibrated on your bed and you held it up to your face as you tried to shake of your sleepy eyesight. message from Jungkook 



good morning angel

morning lovely

r u still sleeping ?


hey are u alive bby?



if you r alv can u come by

can u come by the shop??? 

I’m coming to your room window with a rock if you don’t respond in 2 mins

“Huh..” You sighed.

It’s a saturday…dont make me go anywhr

pleaseee it wont tak long

fine, be there in 15. You went to take your shower and get dressed in a comfy pair of jeans and a t shirt. You didn’t feel like going throught he hassle of making breakfast so you grabbed a banana and went out the door.

You walked into to the back room where he always was and there he was on his phone. When he caught your gaze he immediately got up to embrace you. “Hi baby.” He kissed your forehead playfully. “I have something to show you.” He took you by the hand and into the room you were gonna get tattooed in. 

“What is it?” You were anxious onto what it might be and by the excitement in his face it must’ve been good. 

“Tah-dah!” He pulled down his shirt, exposing the front of his shoulder to you with a huge smile.

“Oh my g- Jungkook, is that my drawing?…” Your mouth hung open in shock; you got closer and touched the still slightly red skin around the flower a few centimeters from his collar bone. “You liked it that much?…” 

“Yeah, I got it done  yesterday and I just couldn’t wait any longer to show you. When I told you I loved it I really meant it, I’ve been looking for something different and your flower was perfect.” He couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips. 

“Jungkook, that’s really sweet…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went to your waist, pulling him in for a warm hug and you two just stood there, enjoying each others hold.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. I have an idea for a tattoo that would be perfect for you.” You rested your hands on his chest.

“I don’t know, if I get one I want to be sure that I love it, without a doubt…you know?” You laid your head on his shoulder and he subconsciously tapped the pads of his fingers on your back.

“Can I give you a tattoo? Just a small one, I have just the one in mind for you…”

“Ok, fine.”

“Really?” You were as shocked as him to be honest. As soon as you nodded he had the needle ready, gloves and you sat down. He had this planned, you thought but you’ll let it slide. As he began the process you both agreed on the perfect place for it, and he started. The pain was fairly bearable, especially since you weren’t a panicking mess, you trusted him.

“All done, it looks beautiful.” You sat there for maybe an hour and he finally set you free. And your heart was pounding out of your chest, you hadn’t gotten a glimpse of it and now was the big reveal. You got up unsteadily and trudged over to the mirror.

“A flower?…” You gawked at it in the mirror, admiring every little detail, in your opinion it was for more creative than yours. He watched you look at the tattoo and he was getting a little nervous, did you like it? Did you hate it?

“You do like it, right? I thought since you like to draw plants and things like that I’d-” 

“Thank you, I love it, I love it,” Wrapping yours arms around his torso you cut him off. He pecked your pinkish lips making a light tint of blush appear on your cheeks. “I’m glad I was getting a little scared there. You really do love it?”  

You nodded. “it’s perfect.”

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Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction writers I have sewing info to help you!!!

Miraculous ladybug fanfiction writers!!!! Hello! I absolutely LOVE reading fanfic for this show, I honestly have read 10x more fanfic than I have watched the show, I just love the characters and the wonderful stories you all create! One reason i love the show is because i am a fellow fashion designer student and I thought I would make a post to help out you wonderful writers who want some more fashion terminology or insight or whatever! Also if I say something wrong or if any other people want to add feel free to add and correct me I just want to contribute to this wonderful adorable fandom, I have only written one fanfiction before (danny phantom) and writing is super hard and i just wanna give some insight about being a design student!

- poking yourself with pins very true, happens all the frickin time, I have bled on things i’ve been making and have mini heart attacks

- college AU’s spending hours in the sewing lab and getting pizza and eating off of the pattern paper before a huge project is due 

- MOOD BOARDS!! making a board and using hella photoshop and illustrator, putting pictures to make a board of what inspires the outfit/line of clothing you are making 

- creating flat patterns on illustrator is something we have to do, it has the details of the sewing and stuff you gotta do

- I have read your saliva gets out your own blood so i literally started licking a light pink skirt i was making to get out the blood, which i didn’t even realize I was bleeding until the red splotch appeared

- I personally however have not cut myself with scissors while cutting fabric, you usually are laying a pattern on the material and will not have a hand close enough to the scissors to cut yourself, now Marinette is clumsy so if she tripped and fell and hit her scissors it that could happen but her cutting herself with scissors while cutting material is not something I have personally encountered

- when I make pattern for things i sit at my sewing table staring at a piece of paper trying to work out the math for different measurements, like how many inches do i need to make 10 pleats into a 26 inch waist skirt? how long of a hem do I need?

- before I went to college I would use wrapping paper for pattern paper when making my own patterns

- instead of using the word “mannequin” for what she is working on maybe use “dress form” both can work but this is just a me thing? idk

- another form of design is draping fabric directly onto the dress form and using pins to figure out the design you want

- forgetting you shoved a pencil in your bun and your parents looking at you funny, it happens

- spending WAY TOO FUCKING LONG in the fabric store, time moves differently there, you just stare and it can be really irritating to find the exact fabric you want to match the image in your head

- sewing for a few hours and forgetting to eat

- finding threads literally ALL OVER YOUR OUTFIT, if i don’t have at least 3 different threads on me did i really do anything?

- threads covering the floor bc you just throw them when you cut them

- dropping a sewing needle and doing a wide eye stare until you can locate the very slim sliver of metal before you stab your foot bc you should wear shoes but you don’t, (I have stabbed my foot with the non-sharp side of a needle, not fun)

- seam ripping, sewing one thing realizing you did it wrong and sitting there with a seam ripper for 10-20 minutes undoing what you did

- machine malfunctions: the bobbin (bottom thread) not matching up with the top thread and the stitches look all loopy on one side and you want to fucking throw your machine out the gosh darn window

- ironing fabric

- spending hours just pinning and minimal actual sewing, so many pins

- it has been X amount of days since stabbed with a pin (probably 0)

- everyone asking hey i need a button/hem/shoe/shirt fixed can you do it?(yes, i fixed the threading for a shoe some guy on my floor asked, honestly i did so much they knew me as the girl to go to if you needed something fixed sewing wise or anything arts and crafts related)

- also cosplays just today I was asked if i could make a shirt for my friend’s mom’s friend’s daughter

- i once drove to the fabric store to pick up more fabric and thought i don’t need to bring a swatch i know what color it is, it was ever ever so slightly off and i would have hated it so i had to drive back return it and get the right one (yes i brought a swatch that time)

- the smallest details bugging you: some stitches look a little wavy, the thread got tangled a little on the hand stitching, snipping the fabric a little too close to the seam, it’s the small things no one else sees that kills you

- cutting out fabric wrong and just getting frustrated and taking a deep breath, buying more and doing it right

- sitting down to work one day on a project, fucking up once, and just saying “nope, nope, i’m not even, i’m done for the day” , or after a long day and making a mistake and being like ok that’s enough i’ll fix it tomorrow

- almost knocking over the dressform and seeing your life flash before your eyes bc those are like upwards of $100

- SOMETHING REALLY CUTE: Last year i fixed two buttons and a sleeve of a shirt for this guy on my floor and i later learned he ripped off the buttons just so i could sew them back on and he could see me and talk to me (it was adorable but we didn’t work as a couple but still friends) but i figure maybe some chat or adrian would do bc he I had no idea i was just like how is this skinny boy popping buttons off his shorts??? (idk why but if you use this could you credit me? It’s a personal thing kinda and I also I just wanna know so i can read it and be like omg so cute)

- also one of my friends sometimes comes over and sits on the couch and we just talk and she watches me as I sew, its very nice and i feel like alya would totally sit and be on the Ladyblog and her and Marinette would just chat while she sews

I could probably think of a billion more but that’s all for now, if anyone has any questions or wants help or anything please let me know! I love sewing and miraculous ladybug but most of all is the beautiful stories you all create <3

(also if this does help you or you use stuff from this please lmk i would love to read your stories!)

anonymous asked:

coco oil disaster reporting: I'm okay! thank you all for the care! my hair is still kinda funny from all washing but it looks okay now. I'd ask for RFA+3 react @ MC messing up her hair (dyeing/haircut), maybe put this in your queue? thank you loves!

I’m actually really glad to hear that your hair is doing better and tbh I was talking to myself (don’t judge) about my hair and started to wonder about yours the other day (wow that’s probably creepy im sorry) so I’m glad I finally got to your request ^^;; ~Admin 404


-He’s probably the one who helps you mess up your hair?

-MC! He dyes his hair! He can totally help you dye yours!



-Cries with you when you see the results


-He finds a beauty club on campus and joins, hoping it’ll help him figure out how to fix your hair

-You won’t let him near your hair anymore, at all. He has to pat your back when he’s consoling you for weeks afterwards because you’re very serious about not letting him touch

-Begs to go with you to the beauty parlor to watch them fix it though!

-Literally praises your hair 27 times a day once it’s actually the colour you wanted, because you look so good!!! He tries to tell you that you were beautiful before but the glare you give him makes him hold his tongue

-You considered messing with his hair the next time he did it

-But realized that would be tERRIBLE and you weren’t sure you could deal with the poor baby’s crying poor bby ;A;


-You were just… simply getting ready for a night out with your boyfriend

-You couldn’t just go out in some comfortable clothes, nnooo

-You decided you had to dress up- jewelry, makeup, hair, the works


-So when you attempted to curl a piece of your hair and attempt to simultaneously talk to Zen, you thought ‘Hey, it’s easy, I can do this’

-You were wrong

-Did you know you could set the curling iron too high? No, of course you didn’t, because you didn’t read the instructions

-’Oh no,’ you thought, ‘I know how to curl my hair. I don’t need this. What’s it gonna say? Step one: curl your fucking hair?’


-Because that curl? Completely burnt off

-You now have a missing chunk of hair and the house smells like burning hair and no amount of candles can cover it

-Trust me, Zen tried. After over-reacting and practically dropping to the floor, mourning the lost chunk of hair

-Who’s more upset, you or Zen?

-You’re crying, he’s crying, everyone is crying up in this house

-He tries his best to try and help you hide it

-Luckily for you, it’s in a spot that it can be easily blended in until you decide what to do to fix it

-So he helps to style your hair in a different way until then!

-Always coming home with adorable hair accessories to mix up your hairstyle!

-And when you’re upset, he’s always there for hours at a time telling you how amazing and beautiful he thinks you are, and refuses to stop his speech until he knows you’ve forgotten all about your hair disaster (at least for the moment)

- seriously has to buy like 20 more candles to help the burnt smell in the house


-You just wanted to do a nice, relaxing, hair mask while you took a hot bath

-Did you buy a premade one at the store? No no of course not

-Your Pintrest loving ass had to make a homemade one




-Hours upon hours you’ve spent washing your hair and you just. Couldn’t. Get. It. Out.

-So when Jaehee came home and heard the water running she was obviously concerned because??? You texted her like a million hours ago that you were going to take a bath

-Did something happen to you??? Were you hurt??? OR WORSE???

-*Judo kicks down the door*

-Sees you just sitting in the bathtub, running water over your head, quietly sobbing

-*Mother Jaehee instincts kicking in*

-You explain what happened and she just laughs at you??? Like stOP LAUGHING MY HAIR’S A MESS

-She spends the rest of the night helping you strip your hair of the terrible mask you attempted, doesn’t stop until she knows your hair is gonna be okay

- that and she doesnt want that gross oil feeling all up on the pillows mc, keep it away from her at all costs


-”Why in the world did you attempt to cut your bangs yourself?? I have a hairdresser. Why didn’t you just make an appointment”

-You sat in the middle of the bathroom floor in defeat, a large chunk missing from your bangs, where you’ve been sitting for hours, crying on and off

-He stares at your hair for a good while, without saying a word. He’s trying to assess the damage, not judging you, stop crying MC

- mc, he has money, JuJu can fix this for you

-Bang extensions? Bang extensions.

-At least until your actual bangs grow out and you can style them

-He always tells you how beautiful you look, no matter what

-If he could, he’d fix it himself, but he knows that he’d just make it worse so he let the professionals handle it

-But he is a little…mothering? Always hovering and running around both you and the hairdresser

-Loves showering you with compliments no matter what your hair looks like, but he hides all the scissors from you. No joke. You can’t do any crafts without someone having to get you scissors. They check up on you every now and then. juST LET ME CRAFT, JUMIN, PLEASE

-You once threatened to cut Elly’s fur if he didn’t stop hiding the scissors

-But all that did was make sure that you only got safety scissors and a designated scissor handler daMMIT JUMIN


-You wanted to go for just a little trim of your split ends!

-The love of your life just wanted to scare you a little bit without realizing you were a little busy!

-Cue the fact that you now have a chunk of hair missing. What was once flowing, long hair is now as short as Jaehee’s. Only in one spot. Just one.


-He told you he loved it, you can just be unique with one spot shorter than the rest!

-”It’s a fashion statement, MC! It’s fabulous!”

- im gonna shove this fucking “fabulous” pair of scissors up your aSS SAEYOUNG WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

-Runs away from you and your fury, scissors in hand.

-He comes back later, plopping one of his wigs on top of your head, kissing your cheek in apology

-Promises to get you an appointment with one of the best hairdressers! He’s gonna get this fixed!

- news flash, the hairdresser is him in disguise. He actually did a fantastic job at fixing your hair

-He’s so cute though! After he gives you an adorable (and flattering) new hairstyle, he can’t stop taking pictures of you??

-The group chat is spammed with candids of you and everyone else thinks it’s absolutely adorable! They all love your haircut too <3


-Okay but he’s the one who fucked up your hair

-How was he supposed to know just how much coconut oil was supposed to go in your hair? He’s never done it

-’The more oil, the more it’ll smell like coconut, right?’ is what he thought to himself

-Smh this asshole was just thinking of himself- he wanted to spoon you and just lose himself in a sweet coconut scent

-”Here, you said you wanted to try a hair mask thing, right? I researched and found that coconut oil helps… I got you some! Let’s go shower”

-Like hell yeah I’ll go shower with you Jihyun, who would turn that down??

-But now you regret it. You regret it and you wanna pour the rest of the bottle over his head

-Obviously he’s apologizing like crazy

-Sounds like he’s on the verge of tears and you can see the guilt splattered across his face


-He’s calling everyone he knows, looking all over the internet, anything he can do to help your hair

-Even calling some famous hairdressers he’s met overseas

-*Lays napkin on your head* “Sit with this on MC, maybe it’ll soak some of it up”

-Like clockwork, he’s changing the napkins on your head

-Well he got what he wanted- your hair smells like coconut. So does your whole bathroom. And house. And everywhere you go. He can pick you out of a crowd by following the coconut smell


-Also does his own hair

-Refused to help you dye your own because??? He’s not taking responsibility if something goes wrong

-He should have knocked on wood because…. You fucked up. Real bad.


-You MCFucked up(™)

-He walked into the room as you stared in disbelief that your hair was dry, coarse, and just all around dead

-What did he do? Stared blankly, finger-gunned, and walked out of the room. whAT THE FUCK SAERAN GET BACK HERE AND CONSOLE ME

-He sat in the bathroom while you dyed it *insert whatever colour you want here* hoping maybe the dye would bring it a little life?

-It Did Not.

-He bought you a few different hair masks and damage repair shampoos hoping it would help, and help stop your crying

-You made him promise to help you with your hair the next time you decide to do it. He agreed because jesus christ MC why would you do this to yourself okay but??? This whole part vof the hc is literally what i did when i first bleached my hair ;A;

-Seriously though, he helped no matter what you wanted to do from then on. You wanted to retouch the colour? He’s helping. You wanna change the colour? Also helping. You want it to go back to a normal colour? HelPING.

-Literally always on the internet looking at different articles on how to help repair hair damage, how to keep it healthy, different products you could use, he is not gonna let you do that again because??? He loves your hair and actually felt terrible when you cried about it

Here’s the Dealio

As you know, I’ve been disappearing for months at a time for this blog.

I would come back and say “I plan on working on the story!” in trying to keep some of your hopes alive. And there was a point when that was 100% true (I even thought about a revamp the other day)

Unfortunately, the worst, and probably what many of you have predicted, has happened-
I’ve fallen out of the Undertale fandom.

There’s a myriad of reasons why- the most major one being that this was the absolute first time that I let a fandom consume me and my time so much.

I spent all of 2016 pretty much drawing fanart- albeit original-ish in content.

If there’s two things I’m incredibly thankful; it’s for the fact that drawing so damn frequently for this blog and UT in general has helped me improve vastly in my art, and it’s for the people I’ve gotten to meet, briefly talk to, read the content of, befriend…

I pulled some friendships from this fandom that I treasure dearly <3 and other’s that, when I have a chance, I’d love to build up on.

But that’s another story for another day OvO;;;;;;

That aside, I wanted to get back into making original/personal content for the year 2017 and onwards. I’m a storywriter and character designer (which, looks pretty pretentious when self-proclaimed lmao, but it’s true). And those were the main reason’s why I was so attracted to the UT fandom and the idea of how you guys all create such beautiful character designs and stories off of this one amazing story. You’ve all spun it into something of your own, and each twist and turn and development is an amazing experience not only for us as Content Creators, but for us Consumers. I absolutely loved making different offsets of Charas and Frisks
Sometimes of other monsters
I loved making a bajillion AUs and writing stories and making blogs (although the only two I’ve ever focused on were this one and Flipfell).

Sometimes I have a moment of relapse and draw a chara or Frisk or two.

OVERALL, THOUGH; I’ve more or less moved on from this fandom. Not because I’m bored of it, heaven’s no. But because I want to be able to focus on making o.cs and bringing their stories back to life.

Now, what the hell does one do with 600,000 Charas and Frisks they redesigned and altered after pulling away from the UT fandom, you ask?

You don’t just throw those away lmao. O.cs are time, they’re care, and they’re a precious part of you. We all love our children.

So, I’ve managed to redesign and oc-ify most, if not all, of my existing Chara’s and Frisks- including Oreo (NH Frisk) and Snaps (NH Chara). And for the most part, those two  are my absolute biases.

So here’s where you guys, and this blog comes in.

While some of my designs will be taking to the shelf and getting a bit dusty, I’ve been getting to work with NH Chara and Frisk- making them into their own story (whilst tying in some of my other Chara and Frisk biases.)

It’s a story I’ve been actively working on daily for the last 5 months or so. And I plan to make it a comic (originally, it was going to be a pixel rpg- but I’m impatient, and I don’t want to rope my gaming circle into focusing on my characters. I’d rather the game we make be something all three of us create together).

I may not post the comic here on tumblr- I was planning to do that for a site it’s better formatted for like Tapastic or Webtoon. 

However, considering I’ve been working on the story so frequently for the last few months- to the point where I have far more interest in it than I do their origins (No-Heal), or any other o.cs/stories I have, I produce a lot of doodles, short comics, drawings, headcanons, ideas, the like, for these characters. And I’ve been sharing it all on my personal art blog. 

But, I’ve decided I may not want to flood my art blog with a story that “massive” (it’d become the majority of my art blog due to how much I focus on those characters, and I don’t want that).

So I thought


Because this is the place of my bbies’ origin

And because you guys may enjoy my content and where I go with my children

I could convert this blog into the homebase for this comic’s story and content.

Now, I’m not going to delete all of the previous posts- I’m a hoarder, and I like to look back on my growth from the beginning to where I am now. I love this blog dearly. I love NH dearly, I love UT and what it’s given me dearly. 

And I finally have something more to show for it. 

For the most part, I wanted to check in with you guys on this.
Keep in mind, I may go through with the change regardless, so this would be more of a warning post than anything.

The reason I’m choosing to do this here is because some of you have been here since the blog’s conception, watching me grow and play around with NH Frisk and NH Chara. So I thought- maybe you’d all want to keep up with where they are now ; v;

ThatandI’mtiredofmakingnewemailsIhavelike6tumblrsIhavehadenougH lmao

That being said, If you want no part of this, you’re welcome to unfollow, and I respect that decision. You didn’t come here to watch me prattle about o.cs probably ahaha, and I’m sorry to disappoint that I won’t be continuing much with No-Heal. It was nice having been of service to you for the time that you were here!!

I think I’ve gotten everything out that I’ve needed to.

I’m going to schedule this post a few times throughout the day, so everyone gets a chance to see it!! I really would like feedback on this matter, especially if you’re planning to continue following. Send an ask on how you feel, etc.

And send asks about the story!! The characters- what I’ve done with NH Frisk and Chara, a summary if you’d like, etc. 

Just like
Don’t be pissy about me letting go of NH lol

Now for the treat of this post, and my bribing content //eyes emoji- some of the shitty doodles I’ve produced for this story

These are the current designs for all of the main characters!! NH Frisk (Avery) is at the very front, NH Chara (Mikhail) to the right of them. Fun fact; everyone in the back were also once Frisks and a Chara !! A lot of the character’s in this story were.

Some of the designs have most definitely changed a bit up to that point, though, since I’m still working out outfit designs and etc. suitable for each character and the story’s various settings!! So below this, a lot of designs will vary 

I hope I can get you guys on board for this- I mean I might go through with the change anyway- but I’m a selfish shellfish and want as little frowny faces as possible ;v;

Thank you for reading this post, for sticking around when i’ve been disgustingly inactive, and for just
In general being cool people.
I hope you all have a nice morning, day, and/or night <3

Rest of the bribery beneath the cut !!

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anonymous asked:

Honestly things have been such a mess lately and looking more and more like it's going to be a long term battle. Not even sure if there is still a band left anymore. I still care about the guys but if we have to continue with the bullshit then I don't see the point really. Now we got two fake babies and a bunch of fake girlfriends and the most shady promo. I would rather give my time and money to someone else. Still gonna be here for your writing though :)

Who would’ve thought this shit would stretch for long and get even worse, eh? I certainly wouldn’t. But we’re here, and that’s the current situation. *sighs*

I don’t even worry about the band TBH. All this shit we’re seeing traces back to money. We’re seeing the result of a predatory industry preying on young talents (literal kids when the boys started). So, even if it takes 20 years, 1D will still come back because it’s profitable. (New Kids on The Block have returned, so why not 1D?).

Even if they were at each other’s throats (like the press wants us to believe), at one point they would still come back because $$$. Remember how everyone got excited about the prospect of some dude suing 1D and how that would mean all five reunited in court? That only proves that, despite the fuckery in this fandom, people would nut for a reunion. End of. 1D are a big name. It doesn’t matter that many think they’re a band for kids. Pretty much everyone knows about 1D, even if just to mock them as “kiddies stuff”.

(And here I don’t have much to say because 1D’s team targets grown men making all kinds of lewd jokes and singing innuendos at kids. If you go back to UAN tour, you’ll know a bunch of hormonal teenage boys were NEVER appropriate for little kids. “Blow a kiss, blow a job”? “Different dick every night”? PLS!)

But back to the subject. Yeah, it feels like everything will drag for some time. We see all those babies around, and it doesn’t seem like we’re getting any denouement soon. We can’t enjoy anything about the boys’ solo careers without some kind of fuckery, or being used to promote their so-called “girlfriends”. Everything is normal and people break up and get cheated and go back again.  Yup, nothing to see here. Celebrities are fickle and so are the normal people associated to them. :)

Many don’t care for facts and roll with it. Some even want you to dumb down to their level when logic and facts tell you otherwise. Fandom life is more and more complicated because you don’t know who to follow, the friend of yesterday is the heterosexuality-loving anti of tomorrow blocking you and pretending like they’ve never seen the shadiness they turn a blind eye on now. Many of your blog friends are deleting or changing blogs completely; everybody and their nan are a Kpop blog now.

I agree with you in that we don’t have many positive things right now. Haven’t had them for years now TBH. It’s just no fun. I can see why investing time in other thing would be nice, or even just enjoy casually the music that (hopefully) comes out. I’ll probably do that at one point, too. I’m not interested in drama. When I want drama I watch Soraya Montenegro try to kill three different characters in the same scene★. Now That’s What I Call Drama™.

All that said, I still want to see the boys emerge victorious. It won’t be easy (we’re seeing it now), but one day something good must happen, right? We’ve never asked for much.

We wanted nice merch? Have dolls, bags and 256 perfumes!

We wanted OT5 content? Too bad, they’re all mortal enemies now. Their securities actually are to protect them from one another.

We wanted the rumoured collabs with other artists like FOB? Get rekt! There’s no ‘team’ in ‘featuring’, and have I mentioned that all 1D boys hate each other?

We’re honestly starved of everything we’d get from a normal band. I’ll be blunt here: I don’t give a single fuck about personal lives, naming their families members or whom they’re supposedly banging. I never did. But what did we get? A bunch of “relatable” canvas girlfriends to supposedly makes us squee. Aww, see that? The boys date normal girls! Older girls! That means you too can be a 1D girlfriend!!! Yeahhh… there’s not a single thing surrounding 1D that had been aimed for typical fans. Everything had been done like we all want to bone them. (And many do, but that’s not everyone. They’re not pieces of meat and we’re not fucking pumas!)

1D success has been DESPITE their team. The boys are loveable and their bond is what has drawn most of the people in. I still think we don’t have many 1D fans as we have “I’m [1D boy]’s fan and I’m stick with the other 4” around here. Too many hateful stans that thrive on tearing the others down to elevate their fave. When I think about that, it’s not hard see why 1D shitty team got away with the putrid stuff they try to feed us: too many scavengers.

Anyway! I have no idea where I was going with this (it’s mostly 1AM ramblings), but yeah. We can only hope for something good in less than 20 years. I wish all five the best and want to see them succeed. I hope I can see it happen before we’re all 50-somethings. And thank you for the kind words. :) Glad my writing can add something positive to this hellhole of fandom. I’m here for the music, the boys’ friendship, to support them and fandom content. Sadly those are the things we don’t get any more. *sighs*

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Pairing: Reader (Y/N) & Suho/Junmyeon
You are a fashion designer and your newest campaign models are none other than EXO, and somehow, you have attracted the attention of their leader. Can you keep it professional?

A/N: So I started writing this literally months ago, and then never finished it. But decided to resurrect it for @eradikeats-writes - and anyone else, let me know if this is worth continuing!

You drummed your hands against your desk, chewing you lip before sneaking another glance at your watch: 7pm.

You let out a sigh, bobbing your leg nervously under your desk. Was he even really coming? Maybe you had misheard him? 

You stood up abruptly and paced slightly across your office slightly, running a hand through your hair before shaking yourself, coming to a standstill. 

‘God!’ you said to yourself, ‘Get a grip! Stop it!’

You took a deep breath in, and strode out of your office and across the shared work space before you reached another door. Your company was now empty; in your panic you had sent your employees home even earlier, feigning that you wanted to treat them after all their hard word (which was partly true, but in reality you couldn’t deal with Yuna sneaking glances at you, which a wide grin on her face after Suho had left).

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so, medici was a flawed show. some things about it, particularly in episode 3 and 5, annoyed me and made me roll my eyes. but i’m not here to rant. in fact i’m here to take my mind off that orange talking std [cit] who just won the american elections and list some reasons why i’m happy i had medici. 

  • it’s a rai (italian public tv) production. this in itself is a huge point because rai so far has produced, with few exceptions, mediocre fiction for barely literate old people (aka its average target). producing medici means, at least i hope, that this is going to change. it also breaks a seemingly never ending tradition of miniseries about the risorgimento and 20th century popes and nuns. i don’t mean to say my (beloved) grandmother should have nothing left to watch, but i wouldn’t mind watching something on raiuno as well, since we all pay for it. to put it shortly, it’s a step ahead. and i’ll seldom shut up about how unlike rai this show is in the following points.
  • cosimo is an anti-hero. rai made some, if few, co-productions about far-from-perfect characters before (see nero starring hans matheson) but they shamelessly whitewashed them by throwing other people under the bus and stretching history far more than it’s intelligent. here, cosimo is depicted as an essentially decent but also very deeply flawed person, a liar, an unfaithful husband and a somewhat cold father. he’s brooding and unreadable most of the time and while it’s impossible to hate him (at least for me, madden’s eyes make me weak in my knees) he’s not the shiny, stainless, misunderstood poor soul rai usually showcases.
  • contessina. cosimo’s wife is the strong female character™ you don’t expect. she doesn’t kick ass, she’s not cool as ice, she doesn’t go around poisoning people and claiming her right to sleep around as our modern age seems to want strong female characters™ to always do. she is strong as fuck, she is an iron lady, but she gets to be so even if she cries for her husband, if she’s desperate for his love, if she shouts hysterically at him (SO HAVE I is my favourite quote from the entire show, know it) and yes, wants some dick from him even if that’s just angry sex (ON RAIUNO). even if she’s petty to her husband’s mistress, if she endures, if she forgives him time and again and stays. not gonna lie, i would have ripped his balls and added them to the medici insignia, i wanted her to leave. but because feminism is about allowing a woman her choice and not judge her for it, whichever that is, long live contessina and her choice to stay and raise carlo as her own child.
  • the women. none of the girls from this show are entirely forgettable. bianca was a touching figure, if a bit vanilla. contessina’s what i just said. lucrezia is very sweet, but also growing into a formidable woman. maddalena isn’t just ‘the slut’ and even gets to shade the medici for their disrespect of her. emilia is gossipy but loyal.
  • renaissance in fiction. most italians know very little of the renaissance. ours being a relatively young political entity, we study and celebrate the risorgimento a lot, we produce a lot of fiction about it, we’re time and again told the story of the two WW and the holocaust. which is also great, we should do that. but we forget about the rest too much. we read the da vinci code but we hardly know what da vinci did and we still think napoleon stole the monna lisa because we don’t know leonardo died in freaking france. when medici was announced a lot of people had no idea who cosimo was. the renaissance is sometimes explored in documentaries, though not nearly as many as i see are made on the 20th century and the risorgimento; and it certainly hadn’t been explored in home-made fiction for at least some 30 years. to see brunelleschi (and with preziosi’s face) on tv, well that was special. personally i was really proud. that was florence, montepulciano, tuscany, lazio, finally celebrated. and not much cgi.i hate cgi.
  • the story. again i should remark how rare it is for rai to make a show like medici. we produce a lot of historical fiction, as we should because we have excellent costumes, but we usually make it about fictional characters or we whitewash historical ones, overromanticizing their lives, erasing their ambitions and their flaws and their gray areas. if we’d done cosimo’s story some ten years ago we’d probably have written of a goody-goody guy ending up with a huge bank because he was fundraising to feed the poor and buy his wife some flowers and then just happened to have a fortune to share with a saintly pope. this story wasn’t romanticized, in fact it’s much less romanticized than it was, say, on the borgias, where cesare was only ever driven by his love for lucrezia.
  • the bad guys. antagonists in fiction are usually ugly and just plain mean. albizzi, on the other hand, was a very handsome man and even an ex boyfriend of cosimo’s, which created a nice, interesting dynamic between the two of them. i’m afraid that won’t be the case with the pazzi next year.
  • the flashbacks. they were kind of poorly made because the characters all looked exactly the same when supposedly 20 years younger, but flashbacks were a peculiarity of this show and i missed them when they stopped coming. following two plans of the story would leave me wondering just how the hell we’d ended up there.
  • the music. seriously i’m addicted to this ost, praise paolo buonvino. sometimes i even think i wouldn’t like the show this much if it wasn’t for its soundtrack. i feel so dramatic walking around the city with renaissance in my ears and i absolutely adore how the theme is kind of broken into pieces and spammed in various tracks throughout the series.

so yeah this is way too long but i’m happy i had medici and i forgot about trump for about 30 minutes. thanks. 

anonymous asked:

I'd seen Cillian Murphy in a few movies but when I watched Peaky Blinders I totally fell in love with his skill as an actor. I searched out movies he's done and found he's made some eclectic choices in his movie roles. I know he's 40, married, and has 2 sons. From his comments about Harry it seems like he's a lovely gentle soul. Can you tell me anything I should know about Cillian's personality? What were his most important movie roles that shaped his career as an actor?

Oh I could talk about Cillian forever but I’m on mobile and can’t type properly on this damn phone!!!

As you already know, he’s an incredible actor. Not just on screen but on stage too. I’ve been lucky enough to see him on stage a couple of times and he is extraordinary. I mean that sincerely. Search out some reviews of his theatre work and you will read such ecstatically rapturous reviews that it’ll make my stanning of him (15 years and counting) pale in comparison.

Cillian grew up in Co Cork in Ireland and when he was still a teenager he was in an indie band with his younger brother. They got offered a record deal with a major label but his parents made them turn it down cos his brother was still at school; and by then he was already getting hooked on theatre.

He starred in a production of a new Irish play called Disco Pigs which did really well and he toured with that internationally and got amazing reviews. It’s a dark twisted headfuck of a play and when it was adapted into a feature film Cillian reprised his role. He’d been in a few shorts and a few small parts in Irish films til then but Disco Pigs made critics sit up. I’d definitely recommend you see it - not an easy watch but really unique and he’s amazing in it (check out his super strong Cork accent too, tricky for non-Irish listeners!).

His big break came with the Danny Boyle zombie movie 28 Days Later. That was a huge critical and cult hit and Cillian had the lead. Definitely watch this too. This was his big international break and he’s so damn good in it. He still did loads of Irish work which is why he’s considered a legend in Ireland. Although he and his gf (now wife) moved to London for work he never lost his roots or became Hollywood-ised. He moved back home last year. Intermission is a good Irish indie film from this era.

He started getting support roles in big international films and then Chris Nolan came along and suddenly Mr Indie Darling Cillian Murphy was appearing on Batman movies (the Dark Knight trilogy)!! Obviously he was brilliant cos he’s a goddamn genius (obsessed? Moi?) but he didn’t really lead a Hollywood film until Red Eye which is worth a watch. He’s really creepy and evil in it.

He still did indie Irish films and I’d recommend Breakfast On Pluto, because as Kitten he will break your heart into tiny pieces. There’s a scene in a hallway near the end of the film…just watch it, look out for that scene and you’ll see this man can break your heart with a look :( I’ve never been able to watch it since. I didn’t think the film was perfect (it’s based on a book that I’d read before the film and loved so I think I was biased) but Cillian is incredible. I wish I wasn’t on mobile so I could add an image…but here’s Cillian as you may not have expected to see him…


His next film was probably my favourite - The Wind That Shakes The Barley, the Palme d'Or winning Irish Civil War film by the mighty Ken Loach. Honestly one of my favourite films ever and excellent if you like historical, political films

He did the Danny Boyle space epic Sunshine after that. I went to a special preview screening and he did a Q&A with the director and Dr Brian Cox (yep the physics guy from UK telly, Brit followers). I liked it - Cillian is excellent and it looks incredibly beautiful, but it didn’t stick with me like some of his other films.

He was still doing theatre and has done two more plays by Enda Walsh, the Irish writer of Disco Pigs; Misterman and, last year, Ballyturk. Really challenging physical roles. It’s funny because he’s a really small man - very thin, quite short and boylike- and still seems immense on stage. You literally can’t take your eyes off him.

….holy crap did I start off saying I couldn’t type about Cillian forever cos I’m on mobile?? Ok I’ll wrap this up….from his films since then I’d really recommend Chris Nolan’s Inception and the 2012 indie film Broken which was a small film that also broke my heart, it’s absolutely beautiful and everyone should see it. And of course Peaky Blinders which has opened up a whole new audience.

Another thing to know about Cillian is he’s obsessed with music. He’s a total fanboy, he’s got amazing taste, he DJ’s, he’s done loads of playlists for radio and he’s interviewed bands for music mags (he & one of my fave Canadian bands Broken Social Scene had a mutual love-in going for years). He did a great dj session on BBC recently inspired by the soundtrack of Peaky Blinders, I’ll post when I go back home tomorrow.

And also, from all accounts, he is a lovely, down to earth, humble man. I’ve never met him other than to say a brief hello, but I know loads of people who’ve worked with him and people outside the industry who were friends with him long before he became The Cillian Murphy. He’s extremely private, stays away from publicity outside his work and is still with the same woman he’s been with since his mid 20s [edit: since their teens, actually! They met at college].

So now that I’ve embarrassed myself with my fangirling I will finish while I still have some dignity left…! :)


• your first impression of him was that he was extremely talented, you didn’t even notice his size or his aegyo, it was his talent that made an impact on you.
• when he first met you, his mind was in a frenzy, he thought you looked nice and wanted to get to know you more bUT HE WAS NEVER WARNED BY HIS PARENTS THAT HE’D HAVE TO TALK TO GOOD LOOKING PEOPLE IN HIS LIFE???? HE WASNT PREPARED FOR ANY FLIRTING !!
• he spent all night trying to write a song that he would sing to you when it came to asking you out but nOTHING WAS COMING TO MIND BC EVERYTIME HE THOUGHT OF YOU HE GOT ALL FLUSTERED THAT HE COULDNT THINK STRAIGHT :((( ;))) and when the members came in and saw there was a sea of crumpled paper on the floor and there jihoon is in the middle of it all staring at the ceiling bc he gave up lol. he eventually got the song done at like 5 in the morning
• but when he got to you the next day, he got so thrown off guard that he forgot the lyrics for a few seconds and he kept fumbling with his guitar and his voice was all shaky and all the confidence he had before went straight out of the window
• however you were so woo'ed by the fact he spent all night writing a song for you that you said yes before he could even say anything after the song.
• “damn it, I knew you’d say no, I TOLD THEM YOUD SAY NO BUT NOOO THE HYUNGS SAID TO GIVE IT A GO AND- wait what’d you say?”
• and he was so happy that he actually yelled YES and did a little happy dougie before realising you were still there oops and immediately regained composure and tried to act cool but you saw it all.
• your first date with jihoon was in this small cafe, where you two talked about yourselves and got to know each other more. he kept asking you if you wanted anything else and kept making sure you weren’t hungry, weren’t thirsty, weren’t bored, and things like that. suddenly, someone recognised jihoon and urged him to get on this little stage the cafe had and sing. poor boy was too caught of guard and started to protest but eventually the whole cafe started chanting his name - including you. and he sighed and stood on the stage BECAUSE HE WANTED TO MAKE U HAPPY
• “um hi, my name’s lee jihoon, and I’ll be singing ‘when I grow up’. this song… is dedicated to a very special someone that’s with me today, hope you like it.”
• afterwards he got a standing ovation from the crowd and he blushed bc he completely forgot ppl were watching him and bowed then like practically ran back to you and sank down in his seat bc omg this is embarrassing
• then he insisted to walk you home bc he didn’t trust you walking home by yourself just in case something bad happened.
• jihoon doesn’t like calling you nicknames in public bc that’s too cringey to even think about !! but when it’s just the two of you he calls you all sorts of things, 'jagiya, babe, baby’ and cute stuff like that aw
• but sometimes you purposely don’t respond to him unless he calls you babe in public bc you like to see him flustered oops
• “yah, y/n come here.”
• “…”
• “y/n?”
• “…”
• “ugh, b-b-babe?”
• “huh? you were calling?”
• your first kiss with jihoon was at like 3am, you hadn’t seen him in AGES bc he always locked himself in his studio, refused to come out and stayed there for as long as he pleased. then at 3 in the freaking morning you get a call from him and his voice is like a zombie and he literally sounds ded and your like BEB ARE U OKAY and he’s all like MHM I JUST RLLY MISS U RN COME OVER zJdjismdkendkdm
• and when he saw you he got a huge as smile and just went right up to you, took your face in his hands and kissed you and you just froze bc is this the lee jihoon you knew? but it was really cute bc right after he did that he got all blushy bc hE JUST DID THAT
• public skinship? NONONONO CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE !!!!!
• like even if he hasn’t seen you in ages, he will literally wait for all the members to single file exit the room until he can hug you and kiss you all he wants. he thinks all the members don’t watch but they do in any way they can lol
• has a habit of cringing over the smallest things, like he can’t do that bc in the scenario he’s imagining in his head, it’ll look too cringey!! and he does that thing with his hands where they turn into claws and he’s just like aaksnsksmam, you know what I’m talking about ;))
• he LOVES reward kisses! jihoon wants a kiss after every performance, after every practice, after every finished song, after everyTHING BC HE DID A GOOD JOB STANDING THERE QUIETLY HE DESERVES A KISS OK
• when lee jihoon wants affection, affection is what he shall get. he’ll just casually go up to you, even in front of the members, and hug you from behind or just kiss your cheek as if this ish was normal and your all flustered bc !!
• is a sports addict like it’s not even funny, whenever he has a chance to watch or play sports he’ll get so competitive and want to win and get all pouty when the team he was rooting for or when he loses.
• “jihoon, it’s okay babe”
• probably would start shedding little tears
• he especially likes to play sport with you bc he sees you get all flustered when he tries to teach you how to kick a ball properly in soccer bc his face gets too close occasionally when he’s trying to point something out from where your standing and yOU ARENT EVEN LISTENING ANYMORE YOUR JUST A BIG MESS ON THE FLOOR UR NOT OK
• constantly asks to get a pet dog bc he loves them lots and literally stops and drops whatever he’s doing just to play with a dog that just so happened to trot passed. but no matter what he says you always like no jihoon I am not getting a dog with you bc you’ll be gone most of the time and I’d have to take care of it all the time :((
• but one time you finally gave in bc he gave you the saddest look ever and you just hAD TO.
• he then proceeded to the take your dog everywhere he went. practice room, studio, in bed with him. EVeryWHErE
• “yah, it’s seems like you love the dog more than me *pout pout*”
• “whAT NEVER~”
• jihoon can’t eat spicy food, it’s like an allergy to him oops, this one time you two were having a dinner date and he accidentally ordered something but had no idea if it was so spicy or not and he literally drank 30 glasses of water straight, 5 tubs of ice cream and 2 ice blocks - you paying, and even after that he was all whiny about it bc his tongue felt swollen and spicy and he couldn’t talk properly without a lisp for the rest of the night, poor bby
• secretly bases all of seventeen’s songs around you and whenever you or someone else asks what his inspiration for the songs are, he always says it just comes to his mind whenever bUT NOP ITS ALL FROM YOU BC WHEN HE SEES YOU HE WANTS TO SHOUT MANSAE AND HE WANTS U TO KNOW HE ADORES U EVEN WHEN HES 20 AND HE’LL ADORE U WHEN HE GROWS UP BC YOU ROCK HIS HEAD. (yalls see what I did there lol I’m pathetic)
• has an addiction to bringing his song writing notebook everywhere he goes bc you never know when inspiration hits you, it’s a good thing is ofc, but he usually gets inspiration in the worst times like he’ll say something hella nice, hella romantic, hella sweet and he’ll just stop kid sentence and be like tHATLL BE GOOD FOR A SONG LEMME WRITE THT DOWN and then the mood is killed lol
• can’t stand couple items nop nop nop
• “jihoon-ah, let’s just get socks!!”
• “goodbye.”
• will just straight up leave the shop without saying a word bc all these cringe worthy items makes him feel nauseous and dizzy
• do NOT mess with jealous jihoon, he’d straight fight anyone if he gets jealous. in fact, he would fight EVERYONE, even you. he won’t talk to you for hours bc you weren’t supposed to hang out with the hyungs, you were supposed to hang out with HIM
• bc of his jealous trait, he ain’t afraid to show public skinship to prove that yOU WERENT AVAILABLE, NOT UNLESS HIS ARMS AROUND YOUR WAIST AND KISSES MEANT YOU WERE SINGLE NOP
• will miss interpret everything and make any excuse to get jealous
• “why you staring at her like that!? huh?? c'mon let’s fight.”
• “babe it’s just a waiter”
• his phone background is a photo he took of you when you were listening to the draft of a song he was working on you looked so happy and cute he was so proud to produce a song that made you feel like that that he had to take a photo to remember that moment aw
• your phone background is of the two of you the one time you managed to convince him into couple clothing, just coz it was your birthday and you said he’d be a bad boyfriend if he didn’t do it for you. you smiled in the camera all cheesy but when the photo was taken, woozi was just staring at yOU with this lovesick look on his face !!
• dates in the middle of the night at the park, on the swings, eating ramen, talking about life and looking at the stars yes.
• once he showed you all the instruments he played and you were so fascinated, especially by the clarinet. but you thought it was embarrassing to marvel over it in front of him so when he left you took it in your hands and just looked at every key and every part of the clarinet.
• but you had no idea it could pull apart into separate pieces so when it did do that you thought you broke it and you nearly cried
• you shamefully handed him the “broken” clarinet and literally had tears in your eyes and jihoon was like girl y u crying and just puts it back together and ur like WHAT THE
• his role as seventeen’s vocal team leader really does make a huge impact on jihoon, he’s always constantly stressed and burdened over the fact that he’s in charge of writing and producing and if the song is a flop, it’s all his fault. you always have to tell him whatever he makes will be good enough because he puts all the hours of hard work and effort into it. you tell him he’s talented and absoLUTELY up for the job as vocal team leader.
• “thank you jagi… really. you have no idea how much those words mean to me…”
• your first fight with jihoon was about how he’s always over working him to the point that it’s hazardous to his health, he wouldn’t listen and he was just like WHY DOES IT MATTER TO YOU IF IM LIKE THIS and you just lost it and was like BC I CARE ABOUT YOUR HEALTH WAY MORE THAN I CARE ABOUT MINE
• but you just left after that to cool off bc this was scary for you and you couldn’t face him
• and he’d apologise by showing up at your doorstep all timid and he’d take a steal forward and just hug you bc although he doesn’t like to express his love for you a lot hE MISSED YOUR TOUCH AND YOUR KISS AND YOUR FACE
• “I… Am so sorry.”
• late night Skype and phone calls will jihoon bc he likes to be there even if he’s in the studio, asking you about your day and watch you fall asleep on the screen in front of him.
• is a completely different person in the morning, he wants nothing but hugs kisses and love bc it’s too early, he shouldn’t be awake, he’d still be asleep if you hadn’t woken him up so the least you could do was shower him with affection tyvm
• lee jihoon might not be the most perfect boy in the world, he might have his flaws. he might not be everyone’s cup of tea but he just so happened to be yours. you are so important to him and he wouldn’t hesitate to save you from any discomfort your experiencing. he may not show his affection often, but he really, truly cares and loves you. he shows it in his own special ways, that on,t the two of you notice and it’s absolutely magic whenever he says those three special words.
• “jagiya… akkinda” ~woozi~~

Artistic Perseverance

Why artists, no matter how skilled or experienced, should never feel like they can’t become better.

I reblogged a quote earlier about the hard work and perseverance that are necessary in developing a creative craft.  It got me thinking about my own creative journey.  I’ve been drawing since I was a kid, but I began pursuing it as something more than just random doodling when I was about 15.  I mean, I had taken an art class in 6th grade, and I always knew I enjoyed drawing, but I was about 15 when I said to myself, “Okay, I want to really learn how this works, and I want to get better at it.”

I get a lot of compliments on my work, and one of the things I hear a lot is, “I wish I could draw like that,” or “I tried drawing once, but I was never any good at it.”  Another frequent comment I get is, “You make it look so easy!  How did you draw that so fast!” or other comments along those lines.

I want to respond to those comments a few different ways.  I think this is the logical place to start:

As you can see, I drew these in 1996.  I was 15.  They’re not bad, but they definitely show a lack of…

…knowledge, practice, and discipline. 

I drew a lot of animals back then because I thought drawing people was too hard.  Once I started exploring the anthropomorphic animal genre, however, I quickly learned that anthros are just as difficult to draw well.  You can just disguise your entry level skill a little more easily behind a stylized critter than a stylized person.  I think the reason for this is the fact that even in comic form, our brains subconsciously recognize suitable proportions and perspective when it comes to the human face.  We don’t always recognize why something is wrong, but we can tell it’s not right.  With little anthro creatures, the entire structure of the figure changes, making it easier to conceal mistakes.

I decided I was just going to draw animals, because people were “too hard”.  And I did make progress.  Here’s an early work of mine that my sister commissioned, done in watercolor.  I think I was maybe 23 or something like that.

Finally I reached a point where I really wasn’t that interested in drawing animals anymore.  I wanted a new challenge.  So, despite the fact that I was terrified, I decided to try to learn how to draw people.

I had joined an art community online (which sadly no longer exists), and started doing the most important, most beneficial, and most terrifying thing I had ever done.  I started submitting my drawings for real critique and redlining.  There were tons of artists far more experienced and knowledgeable than me who generously gave of their time to help me learn.  Here’s a picture from 2009.  I was getting better at faces, but the figures still look flat and stiff and unnatural.

I learned how to do gesture work to help loosen up my figures and develop more natural poses.  These are gestures I did while watching movies (I was in a Charles Boyer phase at the time, LOL!):

At this time, I also started to explore perspective, which is something I still struggle with quite a lot.  Partly because I find it boring.  You can see in this one that there are perspective issues with the figure.  He doesn’t match the perspective of the furniture, and as a result he looks like he’s sitting at the kid’s table:

Sometimes honing your craft feels like a total slog, and it seems like you’re getting nowhere.  I literally did not understand how perspective worked for years.  I could not grasp the concept mentally, and therefore couldn’t apply the knowledge in my work.  I actually started to feel like I would never understand it, and that it was just something I would never be able to do.  That I had hit my wall and wasn’t going to move forward.  That was it.  I was as good as I was gonna get, and I’d just have to be satisfied with that.  I really felt that way.  For years!  Then the breakthrough finally came, and I just finally understood.  It was a total lightbulb moment.  It just clicked.  I’m still not great at it, but that’s because I don’t practice as much as I should.  But the understanding is there.

I remember telling someone a few years ago that I wouldn’t be able to take on a commission they inquired about because it involved realism.  I had only ever pursued drawing in more of a comicbook fashion, and never felt like I’d be able to take on realism at all.  I mean even when I started drawing celebrity portraits, they were pretty sketchy looking, such as this one from last year:

I decided portraits are crazy good fun, so I started practicing those, and trying to improve on my methods.  I took the terrifying plunge and started attempting more painterly styles.  This is my first real digital painting, referenced from a Mad To Be Normal still.  You can definitely see my weak areas when it comes to inanimate objects and textures.  I had fun with this immensely challenging painting, but it was a total trainwreck when it comes to the way I organized (or rather, failed to organize) the layers.  It became a nightmare to keep track of.  I was so afraid to ruin a layer, I just kept creating new layers.  In the end it actually created more problems than it solved because of complications with blending.  It was a learning experience.  I rely less heavily on layers now, so that blending is more organic and effective.  I save separate layers for things that are clearly defined separately from other elements of the painting (like hair or clothing).

I’m still reluctant to completely let go of my drawing habits and rely on implied lines, as you can see in my Ninth Doctor painting:

Here’s my point:

All the pictures I posted above were drawn between the years 1996 and 2016.

That’s 20 freaking years of hard work, determination, perseverance, and passion.

I’m not the fastest learner out there.  Some artists make huge strides at a rapid pace, it’s unimaginable to me.  I don’t think taking your time makes your abilities less valuable or your potential less real.  How fast you learn is irrelevant.  What matters is your willingness to stick with it, even when you feel stuck for years, like my thing with perspective.

You guys, drawing is hard.  It’s probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done (aside from parenting LOL!).  But even when you feel like you’ll never grow and get better, just know that sometimes it’s like that.  Just stick with it.  Ask for help.  Put on a thick skin and be willing to let people pull apart your work and show you how to make it better.  One of the best pieces of advice I was ever given was to not think of my drawings as precious.  That sounds weird, but what he meant was there is always something to learn from a drawing project.  Don’t let your attachment to your art make you blind to mistakes and unwilling to recognize weak areas in your techniques.

My biggest challenge right now is color.  I really struggle with it.  It’s something that requires book knowledge, and it’s a real slog.  But I’m trying to make myself learn.  I want to get better.  It’s one of the reasons I’m making myself color this painting of Touchstone.  The skin tone is driving me bonkers, but it’s better than all my previous attempts, and that’s what matters.  It’s not perfect, but it shows improvement.  Which means the next time I paint color, maybe I’ll improve a little more.

Where I am is never enough. 

I always feel like there are areas I could improve.  Honing your craft is like that.  You’ll find comfort zones, and you’ll stay in them–sometimes for years–and eventually, you’ll find it isn’t fulfilling anymore, and you’ll feel the need to stretch.

I just wanted to encourage you that if you feel stuck, if you feel like you’ll never improve–don’t give up!  Sometimes it takes years.  It’s taken me 20 so far.  And there is nothing more satisfying than looking at that 1996 picture to remind myself just how far I’ve come.

20 questions about 2016 with Lin-Manuel Miranda (Entertainment Weekly):

“I’m a f—ing mess right now.”

That’s Lin-Manuel Miranda mere seconds after the Hamilton Mixtape live-stream event at New York’s Richard Rodgers Theatre on Dec. 1, where folks like Ja Rule, Ashanti, Andra Day, and Regina Spektor performed remixed, reimagined songs from the Broadway musical. Miranda is in London (a new home) getting into shuffle-step shape in rehearsals for Mary Poppins Returns (a new experiment), watching the live YouTube event on his way home to tuck his kid into bed (a new pleasure, afforded by no longer being in Hamilton six nights a week).

Miranda, as a Miranda is wont to be, is emotional, but it’s a version of emotional which has become his defining reaction to any good thing — and there were a lot of them — that happened this year. […] It would be easy to get lost in the accolades, but that’s not Miranda’s M.O. Miranda spent the better part of this year beaming and cheering for the success and careers of others, never betraying more than the minimal amount of self-satisfaction you can cull from knowing you’re responsible for changing someone else’s life (be it New York actor or Montana teen). In 2016, others endlessly sang his creative praises — there were awards with his name engraved, holy grails of Grammy, Tony, and Pulitzer. But as his professional career skyrocketed, his emotional journey stayed largely the same: gratitude, appreciation, and a desire to create again, expectations be damned.

Exactly one year ago, he was one of EW’s Entertainers of the Year, and the same is once again true. Upon a recent revisit with Miranda, it becomes clear that when it comes to his commitment to entertaining this year, not a thing has changed — even though it certainly seems as if everything has.


4. What was the last Hamilton-related dream you had?
It’s been a minute. My go-to anxiety dream is I’ve got an hour to get somewhere and suddenly New York’s map has changed out from under me and I’m on some weird new train that’s going the opposite direction of what I wanted. It’s a little like Hogwarts and the staircases don’t get you where you want to go. I probably had a mixtape delivery deadline dream – that’s probably the safest best, that we were due to finish the album and I got on the wrong train and suddenly I’m on a J train in Queens.


9. Where do you keep your Grammy?
You know, I still don’t have my Hamilton Grammy? I don’t. I have my Heights one. Grammy’s got to get on that. Maybe mine got lost in the mail. I can tell you all the rest of the stuff is on a shelf in New York. I think it’s at my parents’ house?

10. What was your last text to Javier Muñoz?
My last text to Javi was “You got hacked! Change your password!” He got badly hacked and someone started writing all this crazy stuff, and I was like ‘Javi, Javi your Twitter is going crazy.’ No, wait, you know what? There’s one more recent than that. Oh, I texted him happy birthday!

11. What was your favorite day on Twitter this year?
The fun with Twitter, and the reason it’s so addictive for theater performers, has always been that you’re getting the dopamine of an audience in your pocket whenever you want. So if you’d asked me this question last year, I would say the day we began streaming the cast album on NPR. Six years of music I had been working on, finally in the world, and hearing people respond in real-time. I think my answer now might be people hearing the mixtape for the first time, hearing it drop in different time-zones at midnight like on New Year’s, and watching people tweet me their reactions has been wonderful. But I also really like the silly days. When I hit a million followers on Twitter, Jonathan Sun, this amazing writer, decided it was going to be a #1MillionGIFs party and so we were just sending the dumbest sh– on Twitter all day! Just the dumbest, funniest GIFs you can imagine, all day, and in a time when Twitter has gotten increasingly combative and dour and tough, because there’s been a lot of really scary s–t in the news, we were having a GIF party. It’s nice to be that oasis on the Internet for people.

12. Besides Twitter, which app on your phone did you almost straight-up break this year from using too much?
As soon as [Hamilton sound designer] Nevin Steinberg turned me on to it, the backgammon app. That’s like my wife and I’s sport of choice. That’s my go-to “I can’t be on the internet right now, I’m gonna play 20 games of backgammon.”

13. What was the most surprising Hamilton meme this year?
I was surprised by “Find someone who looks at you the way Lin-Manuel looks at literally everyone.” [Laughs.] You know, I’m lucky to be in a situation where most of the time when people see me in public, I am staring adorably at a fellow cast member or a guest on Ham4Ham or I’m at the Tonys and I can’t believe where I am. I don’t normally look like that, but I love that. That made me laugh really hard.


16. How did you reconcile the inherently political nature of Hamilton with a very volatile political year? Essentially, this is my vague Mike Pence question.
You know what’s interesting? I don’t think of myself as inherently political. I think the politics that emerge from my work are whatever politics are apparent to the characters who are living through it. The characters in In the Heights are dealing with gentrification, so you have to touch on that because it’s a day-to-day flesh-and-blood thing that they’re dealing with. The birth of American politics is happening over the course of Hamilton’s life, so you get into that because it’s inherent to the story. I think for me, the goal is always to make everyone feel welcome at the theater, because increasingly — and I think this election has proven — we get our facts from different sources. We get our senses of reality from different sources. It’s easy to curate your own reality. And in a theater, it’s 1,300 people in a room watching the same thing, and that’s powerful. You may have all gone away with different conclusions of it, but you all watched the same thing together.

And so, there’s the Pence of it all — but also the Obama of it all. We had a year in which we were invited to the White House to perform, and a year in which we asked the vice president-elect to represent all of us in the most respectful way I know how. And so those are sort of the two big “political moments,” but they’re about the same things. They’re about “please include all of us.” This country, we are inheritors of it. Whether you felt like you were part of the foundation narrative of this country or not, you live in it now, so what are we to make of it? And that’s sort of about as political as I think I get.


BONUS QUESTION: 21. Will you have a resolution for next year?
I guess my resolution is to continue to create space for myself and for my family. Without that nothing else goes. That’s the essential engine that makes me feel like I can get up in the morning and do the things I’m doing and just know that things are good with my kid, things are good with my wife, things are good with my friends, and if you have that, everything else can go away, because here’s the secret. The secret is, I’m going to write some big old f—ing flops! I’m going to write some things that really don’t work. I don’t know what those are — you don’t set out to do that — but I‘ve been very, very lucky and I know going in when I write a piece of theater, it can close in a night. I work on a movie, I know it can open and close and disappear. I’ve had enough to it to just know that you can’t control the outcome of something. You can only control the thing you make. So to that end, it’s sort of a refocus on my family and my friends and making sure that the people I love feel good and feel like they still know who I am, and we’re all good, and everything else feels okay, and if I have that foundation, it feels okay to play.

read about the rest of LMM’s 2016 in the full interview

Keep It A Surprise

i got this idea from a video i saw recently and it was just too cute so i had to write this i like it a lot and i hope you do too!

The moment Harry and I found out we were expecting was one of the happiest moments of our lives. We were so excited and happy it took us a while to calm down and call everyone to let them know. Our families were ecstatic and the boys and my friends were super excited and happy for us. It didn’t take us long to start looking for baby stuff and deciding how we’d decorate the nursery. Harry swore we were having a girl but I couldn’t decide which I wanted more, I was happy with whatever our child ended up being. The rest of the boys started a bet on what the baby would be and Louis wanted it to be a boy so Freddie had a friend to play with when they got older, Niall said he knew for a fact it would be a girl because he had a dream Harry and I were expecting a girl about a month or so before we found out. Liam, on the other hand, was like me and wasn’t sure what it would be but he said he’s decide closer to my 20 weeks appointment because that was when we would officially find out the gender. But when that time came, and Harry and I were on our way to the appointment, I decided that maybe it would be a cool idea to keep the gender a surprise. When I asked Harry I expected him to be disappointed or not agree with me, but instead it was the opposite.

“That’s a great idea, love!” He beamed as he drove. “We can just get the doctor to write down the gender and we can give it to my Mum and Gem, and we can have a gender reveal party and everything.”

I looked at him, shocked but happy. “You literally stole the words right out of my mouth.”

He looked beyond excited as he came up with ideas on how we’d reveal the baby’s gender, and the next thing we knew we were puling into the hospital’s parking lot. When it was time for my ultrasound, I was super anxious. The doctor looked at the screen while moving the transducer probe on my stomach, which we learned the name of during my first ultrasound because Harry was extremely curious about how the whole thing worked and wanted to know the name of all of the parts of the machine. As she examined our child, Harry held my hand protectively. He tended to do that often, but I didn’t mind.

The doctor smiled and turned to us. “Your baby is fine, it has ten fingers and ten toes. Everything seems normal.”

Harry sighed in relief. “Thank goodness.”

“Do you want to know the gender?” The doctor asked as she smiled excitedly at us.

“We want it to be a surprise, but if you don’t mind, can you write it down and put it in an envelope please?” I asked.

“Of course,” She replied, “I’ll just finish up here and then I’ll do that for you.”

She printed off some sonograms and handed them to me, then turned of the machine and helped me clean off the cold stuff on my bump. She then got a piece of paper and an envelope and went over to the counter on the opposite side of the room to write the gender down, and brought to us once she was done. She said a few more things before we left, which Harry barely heard any of because he was too preoccupied by the sonogram pictures. He couldn’t stop looking at them, and continued to do so even after we had been home for hours. It was really adorable to be honest. I loved how much he was interested in this whole experience. And I knew that when our baby came, he wouldn’t want to do anything but care for her and make sure she was happy at all times. Imagining Harry rocking our child and taking care of them made my heart melt and I couldn’t wait to actually see it happen.

It was two weeks after our appointment and it was time for our gender reveal party. Which was good, because we couldn’t wait any longer to find out what we were having. We helped Anne and Gemma and a few other people decorate our place for the big day. Anne and Gem had made the cake the day before and brought it over so they had one less thing to worry about today. That and so that no one tried to peak and find out early. We put blue and pink balloons anywhere we could fit them as well as a bunch of other little decorations that were too cute in my opinion.

It was finally two o'clock, which meant it was time for people to start showing up, and the boys and a few of their friends were the first ones to come. Soon after that a lot more people came and Harry and I got even more excited. After everyone socialized for a bit and everyone ate dinner, Anne and Gemma started setting up the cake. Harry got wide eyes when he realized what that meant. We were minutes away from finding out the gender of our baby. He looked kind of nervous, so tried to calm him down.

“Don’t be nervous, if it’s not a girl you can still do his hair. I’m sure if he’s anything like his father he’ll want to grow his hair out.” I laughed a bit, as did he.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He said as he smiled, looking over at the table the cake was on.

“Liam, have you made a decision yet?” Louis asked.

Liam thought for a small while then said, “I think it’ll be a girl.”

Harry fist bummed him, causing us all to laugh.

“Nooo Payno, you were supposed to say boy.” Louis frowned.

Liam put his hands up in defense. “Just going with my gut, Tommo.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” Louis mumbled.

“I agree with Liam, it’ll definitely be a girl.” Danielle spoke up.

Selena nodded, “I think so too. I can just picture you three doing each other’s hair when she gets old enough.”

“Aw, that would be too cute,” I sang.

“I feel like mostly everyone here votes girl, Louis’ alone on this one.” Niall teased.

Louis shake his head and wave him off. “Just watch mate, I’ll be the only one who’s right.”

“What color did you guys decide to paint the nursery?” my friend Alivia asked.

“We went with light purple,” Harry answered.

“Just because in our opinion purple works for both and doesn’t exactly go with one gender more than the other. Plus it’s a cute color.” I added.

“And if you mixed baby blue and baby pink you’d probably get light purple.” Selena elaborated.

“Ooh, you’re probably right.” I agreed. “We didn’t even think of that.”

“Alright everyone, it’s rime!” Gemma called, gaining everyone’s attention.

Harry and I looked at each other eagerly, holding hands.

“Are you ready, love?” He asked me.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I grinned. “Are you?”


As we all gathered around the table, we anxiously awaited what was about to happen. Anne handed Harry the cake cutter and we both grabbed ahold of it.

“Ready?” I asked the crowd around us. A chorus of “yeah” and “of course” was heard.

As Harry and I went to cut into the cake, Harry stopped. I looked back at him in confusion, and saw Niall moving away from Harry, who had put one of his hands behind his back.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to do something really quick before we cut the cake.” Harry announced.

Everyone, including myself, had our undivided attention on him.

He took my hands into his and said, “(Y/N), these past couple of years have been incredible, and I cannot believe we’re about to find out what gender our baby is, but I feel like I should ask you something first.”

He got down on one knee and brought a ring box into view, then continued, “You are the love of my life, and I couldn’t ask for a better partner nor a better person to bring a child into this world with than you. I honestly cannot picture my life without you in it, and I’m glad I can’t. You mean the absolute world to me, and I love you and our baby so much. Will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?”

I was completely in tears by the time he asked, and the only thing I could think of saying was yes over and over. He, too, teared up as he placed the beautiful diamond ring he had picked our for me on my finger, then stood up and hugged me as tightly but carefully. Everyone cheered and cried as well, taking pictures and recording videos of the moment.

“Don’t forget about the cake!” Anne called out, causing everyone to erupt in laughter.

“Oh, right!” Harry joked, picking up the cake cutter and placing it in our hands. We cut into the cake and gasped as we placed the piece onto a plate in plain view for everyone to see. It was baby pink on the inside and Harry and I cried even more tears of joy as we hugged and kissed each other. We were having a girl after all. The crowd cheered even louder, Liam and Niall gloating to Louis that they were right and he wasn’t. He wanted to be angry but he couldn’t be no matter how hard he tried. He was still happy nonetheless. Anne and Gemma hugged Harry and I, congratulating us.

“It took everything I had not to tell you guys that it’s a girl. I actually came close to telling Harry.” Anne admitted.

“I got so angry,” Gemma rolled her eyes at her mother. “If she ruined it I would have been devastated.”

“It would’ve been fine,” Harry told them. “We would have still had the party anyway. I had to propose after all.”

I looked at my ring again, stunned by it’s beauty. I never thought in a million years I’d have a ring as gorgeous as this, let alone a child with someone as amazing as Harry. I was so lucky, and I had to remember to pinch myself later to make sure it wasn’t all a dream..

Anne and Gemma walked off to talk to other people around to hear their reaction.

I looked lovingly into Harry’s eyes and said, “How did I ever get so lucky?”

“I ask myself that every morning when I wake up next to you.” Harry said, wrapping his arms around me.

I snuggled into him and sighed happily. “I love you so much.”

He sighed too. “And I love you so much.”

thanks for reading! i hope you enjoyed it if you did feel free to request anything else you’d like me to write x


Hi guys. This is the first (and probably the last) time, when I decided to write something. I wasn’t able to fall asleep last night, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. So I decided to write this little thing. I’m sorry, if this is horrible. Also English isn’t my 1st language, so I’m sure that I made a lot of grammar mistakes.

Warnings: Language, smut, metal arm kink (because I am kinky little shit)

Originally posted by sebastianstahp

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anonymous asked:

hi I see your lovely watercolor art everywhere and I'm trying to get into painting with watercolors better, do you have any tips or suggestions? how do you make them so pretty??

hi! thank you so much for the compliments <3 I’ve never given painting advice before so I’ll try my best and if you have any more questions or need clarification please don’t hesitate to ask, okay?  :)

first of all, I know a lot of people recommend beginners to start with “artist quality paints” (vs. student quality. artist quality have more pigment and also more resistant to fading but they are a lot more expensive). I disagree with that completely. Sure you may get better pigmented colours but you do not need expensive art supplies to make beautiful art! My watercolour palette (the same one you see in all my painting photos) was a cheap set from target. My paper is also bought from target. when I use acrylics, I buy my canvases and paint from the dollar store. you do not need expensive supplies!! If you want to invest more in your art supplies later, or now if you have the money, fine! but please don’t ever think you need brand name supplies.

Okay maybe that last paragraph wasn’t much of a watercolour tip so I’ll get into some now. note: I’m still learning and I am by no means an expert on watercolour. these are just methods that I use and have worked for me but you may find that some of these tips don’t work for you and that’s okay! you can paint however works best for you as no rule is set in stone. 

1. usually I start by painting a background (flatwash), some people don’t, that’s fine! do what works for you to get the effect you want. I use a wet on wet technique. I brush water completely on the paper (soak the page), choose two colours, brush one on the top of the page and the other on the bottom. wet your brush and blend into a gradient.  less pigment, more water. done

2. wait until your background is completely dry until painting the foreground (in front) stuff. I usually do wet/dry for this (wet paint, dry paper) so it blends less. if the paper is still wet beforehand, the second layer of colour will blur with the background. you probably don’t want this so wait for the background to dry.

3. I seriously cannot stress drying time enough. it doesn’t only apply to the background. when painting things near each other in the foreground, you need wait for the first thing to dry so the second thing doesn’t blur into it. for detailed things, I suggest the wet/dry method.

4. when using wet/wet (wet paint, wet paper) for your foreground stuff (make sure the background if still dry!!), only put water where you need it, do not wet the whole page like when you do the background. example: wet/wet cat? put water down in the shape of a cat, so you have a water cat blob, then go and drop pigment with your brush into the water blob. the colours should spread out and blend.

5. with layers, remember to paint lightest to darkest

6. paint everything in a single layer at once or else it will not blend together (if that’s what you want)

7. use painters tape on your paper if you want a white border on the page around the paint. rub the tape on your clothes first to get in less sticky or it could ruin the page when you try to take it off that the end.

8. change your brush water frequently or you will get a weird tint on all your colours

9. a variety of different sized/shaped brushes will be of more use to you than a 50 colour pallette. brushes don’t need to be expensive, but it does help to have a bunch of different sizes.

10. buy basic colours and mix your own to shades to have money. scroll down a tad and look at the list here for ideas. does my pallete have these names? nope. aim for similar shade and you’ll be fine

11. tutorials are great, but don’t try to make your art look exactly like the example.

12. unless you want to make a colour lighter, don’t use white watercolour. simply leave blank space on your page as your white. remember, blank space is good and interesting to the eye.

13. draw in pencil first or don’t. I only draw complicated things first. backgrounds and clouds? wing it, it’s more fun that way

14. buy paper in bulk

15. break the rules sometimes, experiment! you can’t learn unless you make mistakes

16. look to nature for your colour inspirations. all my sunsets are based on colours I’ve seen together irl. that being said, using your imagination is great too!

17. here are some videos (you’ll see some of the tips I mentioned in visual form here!)

also please remember that we are all our worst critics. usually when I look at my paintings and I only see their mistakes. it’s okay to critique your own art, so that you can make improvements to your next piece, but it’s not okay to tear it apart (literally or metaphorically) because it didn’t turn out the way you envisioned it to.  Us artists usually have an image in our mind of what we want our pieces to look like after they are done. When they don’t turn out that way, we get upset. people who look at our art don’t have that image in their mind. they can see all the good things about our art that we simply disregard.

On a similar note, save all your art. yes, everything. grab a huge container from the dollar store and chuck everything in it. date it and keep it organized if you want, but you don’t have to. when you are feeling discouraged, look back at your art from a year ago, or even a month ago. you will see improvements, no matter how small. remember that for every piece of art I post here, there are like 20 sketches, sculptures and various paintings that I have hated. there’s art that I’ve posted online that I hate now. what do I do with it all? save it, do more art, and look back at it when I’m feeling discouraged. trust me, seeing those improvements will encourage you to keep working at it. though motivation and inspiration is not something that will just come to you sadly. 

if you don’t want to do art, do it anyway. make it bad, mess up, try new things. everything will make you better in the long run. not seeing the improvements you want? that happens. I don’t pick up my brush, pencil or tablet pen for weeks because I don’t like how my art looks or because I know there are better artists out there. but I always get back to it eventually because I know I can’t improve if I sit around watching art tutorials on youtube all day instead of practicing. just paint, okay? it doesn’t have to be good. but there in a 0% chance it will be if you don’t try

I know this had been a rambling mess, but I really wanted to give you the advice I’d wish I had received when I was starting out and looking to improve. 

I hope this helped you a bit. If you ever post your art, I’d love to see it!

How Much Time Do You Have? *Stiles Stilinski*

Originally posted by itsbecauseteenwolf

*So guys this is a new fic I’m working on. It should be around 3-5 parts. Im not sure yet, but I hope you enjoy it and pleaseeeee tell me what you think. Also this part doesn’t have smut but the other parts will. The rating is for the overall series. Thanks!!! (:*

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (The reader has a name in this, btw)

Rating: M (Mature)

Warning: Kissing? None really

A special thanks to @obrosey-af for proofreading it for me :)

I couldn’t keep my mind off of her. She affected everything I did and every choice I made. But why? She wasn’t mine, not yet at least. Normally talking to females was an easy task for me. It didn’t take long before I had them completely smitten, but she was different. And all of a sudden I found myself actually wanting to get to know her. I wanted to have late night conversations about her fears, what she believes in, her family, her life, just everything. I wanted to know everything about her. She absorbed my thoughts, hell she was even in my dreams. Some more explicit than others. As I stared at my ceiling I couldn’t help but recall the first day we met.

Harrison was talking on and on about something I couldn’t care less about. I woke up late and didn’t get a chance to grab any food so as you could guess, I was starving. The only thing on my mind was food and how quickly I’d be able to get some. That was until someone stumbled through the door. I saw red hair and I sat up in my seat to get a better look at our new student. She wore simple black jeans and a maroon crewneck.

“M'sorry I’m so late, I got a bit lost on the way here” She mumbled, still struggling to hold her books together.

Harrison just nodded and ushered for her to find a seat. She looked around before her eyes landed on the seat next to me. She made her way over and gave me a small smile. I was happy that the only seat available was next to me, but it only made me more nervous knowing that she’s probably going to be sitting with me for the rest of the year. As she slid into the seat I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her. Her red hair was cut into layers, the shortest piece falling just above her shoulder, her lips were covered in this berry colored lipstick, and eyeliner adorned her eyelids. I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when my stomach decided to make a dying whale sound, causing everyone to look back at me.

“Mr. Stilinski…. You may leave the class if you need to” Harrison said causing half of the class to erupt in a fit of giggles.

“I’m good” I mumbled and he continued his rant on chemicals or some shit. I focused on picking at my nails and avoiding eye contact with the new girl, whose name I had to learn. It wasn’t long before a granola bar was shoved in my face, literally poking me in the nose.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry” She whispered and I smiled taking the granola bar from her. “I’m a bit of a klutz but I always have food so there” She made sure to keep her voice low so that she wouldn’t get in trouble. I gave her another smile and said thank you before I devoured the snack.

And every day since she would bring me a granola bar and coffee or something that I could eat. No matter how many times I told her that it wasn’t necessary, she wouldn’t listen. I learned that her name was Rhea, her mother was Indian and her father was Greek so the name fit both sides of her culture. In Sanskrit her name meant streaming/flowing and in Greek Mythology it was the name of Zeus’ mother. I learned a lot about her in the last week actually, but we only talked in school. I learned that she dyed her hair red because of father told her not too, she moved to California with her mother after she found out her dad was having an affair, she has a best friend who lives here named Erica, but she likes to be called Er, I think that’s the same Erica that Isaac is dating. We spent lunch together every day since she got here, and she quickly took a liking to Scott and Lydia. They’ve expressed their liking to her multiple times as well.  Isaac and his girl went on some vacation thing and they’ll be back at school tomorrow, I’ll have to introduce her just in case that is her best friend.


It’s been two weeks since Rhea’s been here, turns out Erica was her best friend, they’ve spent a lot of time together. She’s currently tucked under my arm, while we watched Star Wars. She’s never seen it and I can tell she’s bored, but she won’t say anything because of my love for the movie.

“Wanna play a game?” I asked turning to her, sitting crisscross on the couch. She mimicked my actions and nodded rapidly.

“20 Questions? I still want to know more about you, I promise I won’t overstep my boundaries” The softest giggle left her mouth and I swore my heart stopped. I don’t think I’ve ever had actual feelings for a girl. Then she comes along and everything I’ve ever believed is just thrown out the window. I’ve never even had a girl over at my place and for the past few days she’s always been here. I’m fucked, utterly fucked.

“It’s okay Stiles, you can ask what you want, I’m comfortable enough around you” I still wasn’t going to overdo it, I didn’t want her to think I only wanted one thing from her.

“Okay we’ll start off simple, Favorite TV show?”

“Law&Order: SVU, it’s so good Stiles!! You have to watch it. Olivia Benson is my Idol.” She squealed and I couldn’t stop the grin forming on my face. She was too cute, she always got this excited when she talked about things she loved.

“Okay my turn…. Why haven’t you tried anything with me yet?” What? Her question caught me off guard and I probably looked like a dear caught in headlights.

“W-What do you mean?” I stuttered out.

“I mean why haven’t you tried anything? I don’t wanna sound cocky or rude, it’s just that you’re pretty popular right….” She looked down and fiddled with her fingers before continuing.

“I know I’m not the best looking girl out there, so I shouldn’t expect you to try something, but I just, I mean. Nevermind.” She looked back up at me “You can ask now”

I shook my head and scooted up closer “No, ask what you were gonna ask….”

She took a deep breath and averted her eyes from mine. “Okay, fine. Why do you hang out with me? I’ve uh heard things. You’re a player, you sleep around, and um stuff like that. So why do you hang out with me if you haven’t tried anything?”  She paused taking a deep breath.

“All I do is sit here and ramble on and on about myself and you seem to enjoy it but why? You have so many girls throwing themselves at you, but you’re hanging out with a Virgin. Someone who doesn’t know anything of how to please you.” She paused again as if she was putting her words together.

“Like fore example you have much more exciting friends, for god’s sake you were supposed to go to Lydia’s party tonight but instead you’re here watching Star Wars with me….” Her voice got smaller as she finished speaking.

I had no idea she felt this way. Did she really think she was boring? All that crap she said earlier about not being the best looking girl and what not is complete bullshit because she’s breathtaking. Who told her I was a player? My face must’ve been contorted into some weird expression because she soon spoke up again.

“Look Stiles, don’t get angry. Forget I said anything, yeah?” I shook my head and scooted back into the corner of the chair making her scoot closer to me.

I wasn’t mad that people told her about my “ways”, I was mad that she was doubting herself. I should be happy that she’s comfortable enough to tell me this information, but I don’t want her thinking that way. Ever. Once again I was brought out of my thoughts by her. This time she climbed up onto my lap so that her legs were on either sides of my body.

“Stop thinking about it, let’s just watch Star Wars and forget I said anything” She pouted and while her actions were completely innocent, I couldn’t help the feeling that made its way to my crotch. My hands flew to her hips to softly push her off me but that never happened, my eyes kept flicking from her eyes to her lips and I wasn’t aware of how much I was inching towards her.

“Stiles…” She whispered and I stopped moving completely. “Should I stop….” I murmured.

When she didn’t say anything and slowly brushed my lips against hers, searching her eyes for any signs of rejection or doubt. When I didn’t find any, I fully pressed my lips onto hers. They were soft, just like I imagined and the moved perfectly against mine. I moved my hands up to cup her face because I didn’t want them roaming to places they shouldn’t go. I wanted to take my time with her, I wanted to prove that she actually meant something to me. Normally I’d use my words but she literally makes me speechless, every single time I look at her.

My teeth grazed against her bottom lip and she parted her mouth with a low moan. Her fingers tangle themselves in my hair as my tongue slips into her mouth. Not long after I pulled away because apparently my breathing and kissing skills don’t go hand in hand. I was breathing heavily looking up at her and I think she surprises both of us when her lips came in contact with my neck. The bulge in my khakis definitely became more prominent and if she only moved her hips the slightest bit she’d feel it too. I didn’t want her to believe it was only about sex, and I definitely didn’t want her to believe the things she’s heard about me. So I slowly push her off my and lay her on the couch.

“If we keep this up I don’t know If I’ll be able to stop myself” Her lips were swollen, and slightly more red than they normally are. She looked up at me with her Doe eyes and I decide then, that I’m going to call her Bambi.

“I’m s-sorry, do you not want to” She stuttered and I shook my head quickly.

“No no no, I want this. I really want this. But you haven’t done anything like this before. And I really want to take my time with you” I whispered, hovering over her to place a kiss on her lips.

“I promise, we’ll get there. Okay Bambi” She giggled at the nickname and nodded.

“Thanks Stiles” She kissed my cheek “But you never told me why you hang out with me”

I laughed and sat up properly, pulling her up after.

“How much time do you have?”

Buzzfeed’s Questions for Men

1) How does it feel to be the same sex as Donald Trump?

Quite good actually. Trump may be a distasteful person but at least he’s done well in life and I have no reason to begrudge him for that.

2) Why do you hate rom-coms?

I like them actually. I make a point of watching Valentines Day every Valentines and watching its christmas counterpart on christmas.

2b) Or do you just think you need to hate them?

Again, I like them.

3) Everybody likes The Notebook.

I actually don’t because I think it’s an unhealthy relationship dynamic. He loves her for literally years and is obsessive as fuck and instead should have moved on.

4) Everybody likes Beyonce.

I don’t but that’s a side effect of being English and having high standards. I’m more of a Emily Rickards kinda guy.

5) It’s just a fact.

Pretty loose interpretation of fact since it’s wrong.

6) Why do you make women sit around and talk about men in movies-

I have actually never done this. On my last date the girl I was with started rambling about hot guys in movies because I spaced out and my ex and I had list of celebrities we would accept as acceptable if we got busy with. But yeah trying to get a girl to do something simple like get ready is hard enough.

7) When you easily just sit around and talk about boobs for hours

Who even does this? I mean I’ve had three conversations about boobs that I can remember and all were with girls I had a thing with.

8) Why do you automatically think you won’t like TV shows or movies that star a female lead?

I don’t. What I would oppose is a feminist orientated film that makes the woman a Mary Sue in a boring sort of way. I like Scarlett Johannsson as Widow and would comfortably watch a whole movie about her exploits, ideally with Evans and Hemsworth appearing for comedic effect or to aid the plot.

9) Why are you surprised when women are funny?

I’m not. Sure less women are funny as comedians and I can’t think of one I’d watch but just because standup isn’t their area doesn’t mean they can’t succeed elsewhere. I mean it’s not like I’d date a girl who can’t make me laugh.

And btw my friend Tegan is fucking hilarious when we hang out.

10) I’m probably funnier than you.

I’m not really a funny person but I don’t think you’d be very funny. You seem arrogant and an upstart which is basically the death of comedy in my eyes.

11) Why do you think we’re obsessed with you when we hook up?

I don’t ‘hook up’ because I’m not into short relationships.

12) 9/10 we just want to leave, just like you.

If by some chance I hooked up with a girl A) she could leave whenever, B) she’d only be there if she felt she wanted to, and C) if I wanted to leave I’d just leave.

I think you need to grow a spine and make decisions then act on them one day.

13) Why can’t I sleep with as many people as I want to without being judged?

Because that’s disgusting behaviour, hell I look with higher eyes at prostitutes than I do sluts. You being a girl doesn’t even come into this. People who sleep around aren’t the kind of people I’m interested in.

14) *skipping because this person had a bad experience and is not relevant to all males in general*

Hey no fair I wanted to read this… :(

15) In what world does no mean yes?

When I’m ticking my best friend usually.

16) *skipping because this is misandrist as fuck*

Also no fair. We have to allow hate speech to be spoke before we can destroy it.

17) Why do you think that just because you’re nice to me that I owe you my body?

I don’t think this. You should try to project less… Though I wonder if you can point yourself at a wall and show off power points yet..

18) Why would you ever send an unsolicited dick pic?

I don’t. If a girl wants to see me naked she can get in my bedroom and take my clothes off.

19) Why do you sit with your legs wide open? I get that you have balls, but I don’t do the same for my boobs?

I don’t really wear skirts often (never actually come to think of it) so it’s not really a problem for me. If you’re regarding the people who sit at an almost 180 angle then I don’t see why that’d be comfy either.

20) Why do you think women who wear makeup are false advertising?

I don’t. I just find that girls who over use makeup are wasting its potential.

21) We can say the same thing about your dick size?

I’ve never lied about it, there’s no point. But yeah I was really surprised when I head the average was six inches because tbh that’s sorta small.

22) Why isn’t it weird when there is a bunch of old, white men sitting in an office making legislatio-

And yet progressives want to vote in Bernie Sanders, an old white man.

But as to why it’s not weird then my answer would be that politicians should be judged on policy and results rather than age of skin colour. I don’t care if I like a politician so long as they can do their job.

23) Why are straight guys so obsessed with lesbians?

I’m straight and lesbians are disgusting. But the obsession is likely the same reason so many girls like gay porn: the particular piece of equipment they’re into shows up twice. Personally I prefer to just read cute stories where kinky sex shows up coincidentally.

24) How does it feel to get kicked in the balls?

Never been stupid enough to let anyone try it. I have failed at vaulting over a metal bar and I’d liken it to someone hitting your girly parts with a baseball bat. Feel free to try it at home.

25) Do you ever get tired of trying to be manly all the time?

Yeah I suck at being manly so I don’t really try to bother with it.

26) Why are you so afraid of gender equality?

Depends on what you call equality. If you see equality as the capability to reach the same heights without needing help from an outside source then you already have it. I take issue when you either start playing identity politics and boost people based on irrelevant observational facts. I also take issue when you try to force equality onto people and blame someone else for all of your problems.

But yeah, if you want to get ahead on your own merit then all I say is godspeed you mad bastard.

27) Why do I deserve to be paid less than you?

You seem to have chosen a fucking easy job and since I plan on joining the army then my job is simply worth more to society than yours is.

28) In what world does 77 cents equal a dollar?

Aww poor little idiot can’t understand how averages and statistics work and assumes correlation is causation.

29) Why are you intimidated by a woman who makes more money than you?

I would marry a woman who makes more money than me if she was the right girl. I would actually like to marry a girl who earns more than I do because it shows that she’s probably well directed and intelligent.

30) Why are opinionated women seen as bitches?

Nobody likes opinionated people thats why the guys versions are assholes and the female versions are bitches. Your inability to keep yourself to yourself isn’t really relevant.

31) Why aren’t you speaking up when your male friends behind closed doors are making offensive jokes about women?

Because you can’t give offence you can only take it. My favourite joke is What’s the best thing about fucking twenty five year olds? There’s twenty of them not because I enjoy pedophilia but because I like the word play and because it made me laugh. If you’re so arrogant that you cannot allow a joke to be made at your expense then you clearly have nothing better to do.

32) Why are you so afraid of recognising your own privilege?

Because I’m nineteen and can’t get a job because I’ve never had a job and thus can only get a job by getting a job of which I will need a job to get. Probably that.

@jeweledbranchofhourai okay this one is a cheat because this one was half-written but I kind of got a block but then what you said gave me a prompt idea and it all worked out so uh

c-consider this a prequel to your idea?

Title: In Your Arms

Pairing: UmiNico

Words: 1,985

Prompt:  Nico wanting that Umi muscle meets the morning-after of a (hopefully not) one night stand.

Someone like her is destined to shine. Someone like her is destined to give it her all, and light up the stage with her presence alone. Someone like her is destined to work tirelessly, chasing that ever-glowing dream of idolhood, and not be led astray by anything–

“Except Umicchi’s muscles.”

“Shuuuut up, Nozomi.” Today, Nico has so far walked into a wall, tripped over twice during practice, and just lost an arm-wrestle to Nozomi, and at least two of those were caused by staring at one of her precious second-year kouhai.

The last one was because she was thinking about her instead.

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