i really hope you like this anon!

anonymous asked:

You could start with maybe how to construct a face from different angles, or perhaps facial features?

oh boi,,,, i’m really not the best to ask about faces i struggle a lot myself, you honestly want Loomis for face construction/perspective/planes (the content you want starts at page 165) here’s a summary of that method:

i don’t typically work like this myself anymore but thats how i learned the basics and got to understand volume a little better, ofc studying photos, muscles and skulls doesn’t hurt either!

anonymous asked:

Hello I was wondering if you find similar fix like More than Biology with like bamf omega stiles going against the rules the angst could stay but without it is good too?

Made a list of Bamf!Omega!Stiles fics for you bb, hope you enjoy!  :D  -Emmy

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Swords & Curly Fries by wolfs_are_cool2 

(2,920 I Not Rated I WIP)  *sterek, stiles/theo, kitsune!stiles

Theo didn’t really like his job. He liked being out in the field where he could face the  grimm head on and y'know, kill things. When he got assigned to Beacon, He didn’t think he would be stuck being a class aid. But maybe a certain kitsune could make his job a lot better.
OR
the one where Stiles is the BAMF omega all the alphas want, and Theo likes watching Stiles through his dorm window.
It’s not weird.

When the Moon Rises by lizc 

(4,116 I Mature I WIP)  *teacher!derek, werewolf!stiles

Stiles is a lonely highschool Stiboy and Derek is an attractive English teacher with an appreciation of moles and hazel eyes. When Stiles leaves abruptly during freshman year, Derek can’t help but wonder where the beautiful boy went. Three years later, a familiar face arrives back in Beacon Hills.

or

AU where Stiles is a lonely high schooler and leaves, comes back, and shocks everyone, including his then and now English teacher Derek Hale.

Suns of Beacon, Moon of Triskele by LLN3dseestheLight 

(10,852 I Explicit I WIP)  *sterek, historical AU, sci fi au

On the eve of the engagement feast of the newly crowned King of Beacon, Scott McCall of the House of True and the Lady Allison Argent. Allison was granted a boon as is custom on Beacon. She asked for the banishment of Omega Prince Nyctimus Stilinski, (other wise know as Stiles)Son of the House of Sheriff and Lord Nogitsune, from the planet of Beacon.

This was shocking to the court for all new that the prince was suppose to bond with the king to create an heir for the throne. Stiles though had been more than willing to step aside for Scott to marry Allison, but knew that the king’s and his child would be the heir…as Stiles father had planed years ago. Stiles knew there was only one place he could go…Planet Triskele. The prince knew he would be welcomed by Queen Talia Hale because of past deeds of valor he had done for her world. What the Prince didn’t know was how the Queen’s son, Derek Hale, would react to seeing him again.
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Or…the Sci-Fi/Historical Omega-verse story you didn’t know you needed!

They’ll Never Own Me by opallynch 

(14,385 I Explicit I WIP)  *sterek, werewolves are known

“Come. With. Me.” Well, apparently he isn’t familiar with the concept of asking. There goes Stiles’ fantasy about guy with a perfect body and the ability to form questions. Damn it.

Not-so-perfect guy is clearly tired of not asking him so nicely and takes Stiles’ arm and starts pulling him in the direction of an exit.

“What the fuck, man?” His grip is strong enough to prevent Stiles from getting away, but not strong enough to hurt him. In spite of a lack of any chance of retrieving his freedom, he still tries to wrench himself free and shouts at the guy. Stiles catches some man’s attention and gestures at the hand on his arm. The man only mouths “good job” and gives him thumbs up.

For fucks sake.

Pride and Werewolves by Benaya 

(18,313 I Not Rated I Complete)   *sterek, steo, steter, stackson

Pride & prejudice teen wolf style

Destruction in Their Wake by SterekHalelinski 

(50,753 I Explicit I WIP)  *sterek, Supernatural crossover, magic!Stiles, major character death

Stiles has magic, the inheritance of his mother’s cursed bloodline.  Being an empath is one of his many abilities—he can “read” soulmarks and can, if given the opportunity, tell more than just who someone is going to end up with.  He can glimpse into parts of their future; how they meet, and even as far as how they die.  It all just depends on how long he’s afforded contact with one of the matching marks.  Stiles read his once, against his mother’s warnings, and he now carries a heavy burden with him always.  

OR

The Teen Wolf and Supernatural crossover that nobody asked for.

OR

One serious mess of a fic.

You Don’t Always Get What You Want by deadly_nightshade, Nerdy_fangirl_57 

(56,479 I Mature I WIP)   *sterek, high school au

Stiles doesn’t understand what he could have done to deserve this. Not only has the entire student body been out to get him since he first stepped foot into Beacon Hills High, but now he has to endure the constant bullying without his best friend Scott by his side. All in all school is survivable, even with all the harassment. That is until he finds out that Derek Hale, basketball superstar and Stiles’ most persistent bully, is apparently his soulmate. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Derek can’t believe this. It has to be a joke, it has to, because there is no way in hell that a freak like Stilinski could ever be his soulmate. He despises him more than anyone in the universe. So what if Derek thinks he has a cute nose, no one needs to know. Besides it doesn’t matter anyway, he still hates Stilinski with every fiber of his being, his cute nose doesn’t change a thing.

(Inspired by Blue Monday written by ExpectNothingGainEverything)

Bruises and Bitemarks by oblivions172 

(89,897 I Explicit I WIP)   *sterek

Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he’s attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.

Take a Leap (Jake x MC)

Title - Take a Leap (Jake X MC)
Request - Prompt 72 and “ A MC/Jake fic where he gives her his dogtags? I saw someone write a fic on it, and would like to see your take. ” - Anon
Prompt - “Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”
Pairing - Jake X MC
Warnings: PG. (Slight violence.) 
Word Count - 1840 (Okay, so this is a long one- and I feel evil for it. But I also really enjoyed writing it…)

Shout out to @choicesimaginesandmore and @ladysansaa who I believe were the talented souls mentioned by anon! Also to @visualnovel-lover who came up with the original prompt! I really hope you all enjoy my take!

You’re running through the Celestial, making your way to the roof. Slowly, the Watchers following you fall behind, turned around in the endless twisting and turning corridors. Craig and Sean lead the way, while you keep pace with Michelle directly behind them. The others follow closely- Jake and Estella choosing to stay at the very back of the group. You sprint around a corner…And stop suddenly. Craig and Sean stand still in front of you, arms out to stop you from running on. Behind you, you hear the others stop, and Lila lets out a gasp.

Three Watchers stand in front of you, halfway down the hall. One wears an elephant mask, the other wears one of jade. The third Watcher, and the tallest- is the one who broke through your window. The Golden eyed Leader. For a moment, nobody moves…. And then Jake steps forward, placing himself in between your group and the Watchers.

“Go.” He doesn’t shift his gaze, but you know he’s talking to you all. Sean steps forward, silently offering his assistance. Craig steps forward too- but Sean holds out a hand, halting him.

“Keep going- grab the chutes. We’ll catch up with you at the roof.” He orders Craig, who nods.

Aleister moves first, gently pulling Grace after him by the hand. Raj, Lila, Craig, Michelle and Quinn follow quickly- Diego hesitates before also following the others, scooping Furball up as he does. Estelle and Sean lag behind with you, moving so they block the corridor your friends have just gone down.

The Watchers stare at you, the Leader’s gold eyes moving slowly over each of you. You glare at him, stepping forward so you’re almost beside Jake, Sean and Estella staying a little back.

“Let us go.” Your voice is firm, and all three of the Watchers turn their heads to look at you.

You know as I do that cannot happen. We must take you.” His voice echoes in your head with such force that you gasp. Jake moves instantly, stepping protectively in front of you.

“Princess, go- Estella, Sean and I can handle the Smurfs.” He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, unwilling to look away from the Watchers. He’s tense, ready to fight the moment a Watcher moves.

Your mind flashes back to the last time the Pilot faced off with a Watcher… you can still clearly hear the sound of the glass as it pierced his skin, remember how his hand had felt so cold in yours…

The Jade masked Watcher darts towards you suddenly, leaping forward with inhumane speed! Jake is ready though and manages to block the first blow, immediately going on the defensive. The Leader moves next and Estella meets him halfway, blocking a roundhouse kick as she does. The Elephant Masked Watcher is close behind, but is thrown to the ground in a bone crunching tackle as Sean takes him down. You watch, your heart in your mouth as your friends fight- unsure of who to help. You hang back, ready to jump in.

Jake ducks another punch, and sends a swift jab towards the jade masked watcher’s head. The Watcher doesn’t move in time, and crumples to the ground, unmoving. As Estella grabs the Leader by his arm, Jake turns to help her. A sudden glint catches your eye, as the Watcher Jake just took down leaps up from the ground…

“No!” You jump forward, pushing Jake to the side as the Watcher swings his arm around….

You feel a sharp pain across your ribs, and you cry out in pain as you hit the ground. Your hand wraps around your ribs as you try to recover the breath that suddenly left your body. You hear Jake cuss, and something- someone- slams into the wall with great force, followed by another. A few seconds later, Jake is rolling you over- a look of pure panic in his eyes. Before he can speak though, Estella is beside him.

“Let’s move- while we have a chance!” The Pilot doesn’t hesitate, picking you up in a fireman’s carry. You can’t help but let out a moan of pain as he does, and you hear him apologise softly as he starts to run after the others.

You reach the roof, Sean throwing the door open with force. The others are there, waiting. Estella slams the door behind you as Jake sets you down on the closest deck chair, pushing your hand away from your wound. You know it’s deep, and you can feel the blood coating your skin.

His jaw set as he sees it, and he looks up at you.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” His voice is firm, but you can hear the hint of a tremble. He grabs a cushion from the chair, yanking off the cover. “You could have been killed.”

“If I hadn’t, you would have been killed.” You counter, hissing as he presses the now balled up cover against the wound.

“Better me than you.” He answers, and you feel your stomach twist. You put a hand on his arm, and his eyes meet yours.

“I can’t lose you too.” He sighs.

Before you can reply, Michelle appears beside you. She looks worried, and Jake moves away so she can examine you. After just a few seconds, she pulls a bandage out of her pocket, and starts to tightly bind your wound.

“Once we’re safe, I’ll take care of it properly.” She tells you. You nod in reply, hissing at the pressure, before looking around. Everyone else is now gathered in a huddle, seemingly having a heated discussion. You’re a little way away, and can’t make out the words- but suddenly they break apart, apparently coming to a decision.  As Michelle heads over to talk to Sean and Craig Diego moves to sit beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulders. You lean into him as you watch the others- Grace and Aleister are marking out a starting point a little from the roof edge, while Raj double checks the equipment. Estella scoops Furball up, tucking him in the front of her hoodie and zipping it up, as IRIS zooms around the roof, taking in details.

“I estimate that we have two minutes remaining before the Watchers reach the roof. Another minute- perhaps one and a half before they succeed at removing the door from its hinge.” She informs Lila, who chooses not to reply.

“MC, if there was anyone I’d wish to be stranded on a deserted Island with, it’s you.” Diego sighs. “Actually, it’s the Rock- but you’re a close second.” He flashes you a grin, and you laugh slightly, ignoring the sharp pain across your ribs as you do.

“Right back at you.” You tell him. He opens his mouth to respond, when a loud bang on the door to the roof cuts him off, and you all go silent. You hear shouting from the other side of the door, and you look over at the others.

Nobody speaks, but everybody moves.

Craig picks up a chute and pulls it on, silently volunteering to jump first. Diego doesn’t speak as he stands, moving to the pile of parachutes. He starts handing them out. He doesn’t look at you as he hands one to you, but moves to pass another over to Estella.

You slowly stand as first Craig, then Raj make the first jumps. A pair of hands suddenly take your chute, and you realise Jake is beside you again. He helps you to strap your chute on, before turning you around. There’s an odd look in his eyes, but there’s no time to question it. Without warning, he leans in and presses his lips to yours, one hand on your waist. He kisses you deeply, and you place your hand on his chest. You can feel his heart racing as he moves so his forehead rests on yours.

“Hey, Princess- Do me a favour?” He asks quietly. You pull away slightly so you can look into his eyes.

“Just smile, Princess. I need to see you smile.” It’s a strange request, and it makes you feel nervous. Even so, you force yourself to smile.

“I’ll always smile for you.” You respond, and he smirks slightly, his hand running through your hair.

“I’ll see you on the ground?” You ask. He doesn’t respond, but his hands move suddenly, and you feel him slip something over your head. You look down, and realise he’s no longer wearing his dogtags. Your hand moves up to feel the cool metal, resting against your chest. You look up, eyes wide.

“Jake, what-“

“Go.” He cuts you off, leaning forward for one more kiss… “I’ll be right behind you.” He pushes you forward, gently but firmly. You glance back at him, but don’t argue.

Once Michelle is clear, you take a deep breath, running towards the roof edge. You jump and for a minute, you’re free falling. Then the wind catches the chute and you jolt, before feeling your fall slow.

As your feet hit the ground Sean runs over to you, helping you out of the chute.

“Come on, we’ve gotta go!” Michelle hisses, glancing around. The others are already heading deeper into the trees. Sean starts to pull you towards them, but you resist.

“Wait! Diego and Jake-“

“M/C, they’re not coming.”

Michelle’s voice is soft, and you feel your heart stop for a second.

“What?”

“We were two chutes short- Diego and Jake volunteered to stay behind.”

You look back up at the roof. You can just hear the sound of shouting, and you think you can see both Diego and Jake moving as several of the Watchers pour onto the roof, torches high. You can hear shouting, a crash…and then a muffled scream.

Your mind flashes back, and you remember Diego thanking you for your friendship. You remember the look in Jake’s eyes before he kissed you once more…

It hits you that these may be your final memories of them.

“No…” Arms wrap around you as you collapse, and a hand covers your mouth as you cry out. You think you hear someone say your name, but all you can think of is Jake’s touch, Diego’s laughter…

You let out a sob, and you feel the wound across your ribs beginning to throb.

Carry her!” Someone says, and you feel the arms around you shift. You’re lifted up, and you suddenly realise you’re in Sean’s arms….But you don’t care. You feel tears roll down your face, and you turn to bury your face in the Quarterback’s chest. You hear him mumble an apology as he runs. You hear the trees moving around you, the crunch of dirt under Sean’s feet….

As you start to black out, your hand move to clutch at the dogtags around your neck. Sound and light starts to fade, and the last thing you hear is a voice in your head….

I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

(You can’t help but agree.)

Better Late Than Never - Sehun scenario

Requested by anon: May I have a request where you and Sehun or Kai (You can pick) are best friends BUT in college he becomes a Playboy ;-; and ignores you, but later he confesses out for jealousy :3 Thank you!!!!!!! Love you <3

Here it is! idk why but Sehun spoke most to me for this scenario, I hope it’s what you wanted! Thank you so much for the request, I really hope you like it <3 I’m so sorry it’s taken so long, my Internet has been beyond awful this past week… On the bright side, it’s done and I loved writing it! Love you too sweetie!!x

genre: somewhat angsty, some fluff 

word count: 2.1k (sorry this is so long I just kinda started and didn’t stop ?)

please feel free to request a pt.2 if you enjoy this!  I wanna write fluffy Sehunnnnnnn 


Originally posted by sehurn

You hugged your books closer to your chest, fighting against the sharp breeze as you crossed the campus courtyard. Silently cursing your roommate, who had snuck into your room in the middle of the night to unplug your alarm clock and use the outlet to charge her phone, you tried to ignore your grumbling stomach. Having only woken up ten minutes before, you had left the dorm before you had the chance to even think about eating. In order to make it to your Psychology I class on time, you had needed to leave right away; you took minimal time to change out of your pyjamas and into jeans, a tank top, and knit cardigan. Your pace quickened as your classroom door came into sight. 

You reached the doorway just as your professor reached for the handle to close it. “I’m so sorry.” You breathed, offering a small smile. 

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Okay okay so this took a little less than two hours?? Maybe three, I don’t know, it depends on when you got my anon ask about your cute face. Anyways, here you go! Sorry if it looks really weird and if you don’t like the colors, I tried. Hope you like it, though you don’t have to!

Submission made by @ink-skies


OH MY GOD???????
THIS IS AMAZING?????

HOLY NOODLES I MEAN

THE COLORS ARE SUPER NICE HNNGGG

I RLY LOVE THIS OKAY QwQ

THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!

anonymous asked:

would you write #4: forehead kiss for cassian+bodhi, and/or #17: goofy kiss for baize+chirrut?

YOU ARE MY FAVORITE PERSON, ANON. I had entirely too much fun writing this AHHHH *rolls around happily in baze/chirrut feels* I took some liberties with timelines and backstories - the setting for this is pre-Rogue One, during their Guardians of the Whills days. Thanks so much for sending this in, and I really hope you enjoy it! :)


Baze x Chirrut + goofy kiss

Baze Malbus is blushing.  

He feels the burn at the base of his throat, the hollows of his cheeks, and his fists curl reflexively beneath his sparring gloves. He’s trained for moments like these, learned to center himself, harness all emotion, and he closes his eyes as he reaches for that control now -

- there is no emotion, there is peace, there is no emotion, there is peace -

“I know what you’re doing,” a voice blazes through his mantra, bright and lilting and entirely too cheerful. Baze heaves a sigh and turns to face Chirrut Îmwe.

His friend hasn’t moved from his position, leaning casually against the wall of the sparring tunnels, staff tucked in the crook of his elbow, and kriff, the way his lips pinch into a smirk sends a fresh wave of embarrassment burning across Baze’s face.

“Not even the Force can help you now, Malbus,” Chirrut says, the smirk blossoming into a full-blown grin. “Just admit that you missed me and we can call it a day.”

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criss-croissant  asked:

Ahhh it's me Fluffy Anon. I did not expect to show myself like this, but I really wanted you to see what I wrote, even though it's small, and my first BTS related written work, and my first written work in years. I just posted it on my tumblr, so just search "for jen" and it should come up. Ahhh i hope you like it!!

OMG OMG OMG IS THIS HAPPENING ]

I AM GOING TO READ IT RN!!!!!!

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anonymous asked:

I'm really sad about something I don't understand and was hoping you could explain. Why do people block without giving a reason to? I don't why it first seems like it's all going so well then the next you're blocked and you don't know why or what you did or said wrong? It's happened twice now and to say it hurts is an understatement.

Oh, my precious Kabby babies.  Circle up, it’s time for some firm but gentle life advice from Mom. 

First of all, unless I personally am the person who blocked you (which I’m obviously not since we’re having this conversation!), in a very real sense the short answer to this question is that you know I can’t actually answer this question.  You’re asking me to tell you why a person I don’t know did a thing for which I have no context, and for which there could be a thousand reasons. So in a concrete, specific sense, my answer is: I do not know.

However.

(You knew there was going to be a however.)

Social media is a deeply personal avenue for self-expression and it’s also a world where many of us spend a great deal of our time, which means that we have the full and free right to customize it into exactly what we want it to be.  The things that you post are personal reflections of you, which is  why it bums you out when someone mutes or blocks or doesn’t follow back; it feels on some level like a personal rejection.  But the space you curate is also a personal reflection of you.  You have the right to post anything you want and other people have the right to choose not to see it.  Both of those rights are equal, even though you’re only on one side so naturally the other one feels like it’s in some way “wrong.”  

I’m speaking with zero context for what your preexisting relationship with these people was beforehand (like obviously if it was a close friend and they blocked you out of nowhere, you’re going to have to sort that out with them directly, I can’t advise you there), but it’s important to remember that there may be no “right” and wrong” in this scenario.  It’s fully possible for both of these things to peacefully coexist at the same time:

1) your absolute right to feel a little bit rejected and hurt that a stranger on the internet made the choice that they didn’t want your social media sphere to overlap with their social media sphere,

and

2) that other person’s absolute right to say “if something or someone makes me feel even the tiniest bit ‘nope’ I am purging it out of this space so it is exactly what I want and need it to be.” 

They don’t need to have a reason.  That sucks, when you’re on the receiving end of it, which all of us have been - it truly and genuinely sucks - but it’s also reality.  One of the hard truths that incidents like this make us sometimes have to face - and we don’t want to face these things, because they can feel really icky and vulnerable and ping all the little gremlins in our brain  - is this:

nobody on the internet owes you their time or attention for anything you do or say.

This sounds mean and brutal, and I don’t mean it to be, because you know mom loves you, but it’s incredibly important, so I’m going to say it again to make sure that if nothing else, this gets through:

nobody on the internet owes you their time or attention for anything you do or say.

The celebs you stan don’t owe you a response to your tweet, just because you want one.  The people you tag in meta don’t owe you reblogging it to continue having that conversation with you forever, just because you want to prove you’re right.  The fans of the fic you write for your most popular ship don’t owe you crossing over to give you hits on your rare-pair fic if they don’t feel like it.  Nobody owes you a certain number of followers, nobody owes you a response to every anon you send them, nobody owes you finishing that fic you like in time for them to read it when they feel like reading it.  We owe each other one thing and one thing only: basic human decency.  That’s it.  Everything else is freely offered to the world, and freely taken by the people who want it.  It’s not a transactional exchange.  If you make art or write fic and you put it out there into the world, you’ve done a cool thing, and whether it gets ten hits or thousands it was still worth doing.  There will be people who aren’t interested, but if you get hung up on feeling rejected by that, it will paralyze you.

Social media is personal. That’s unavoidable.  It’s an extension of ourselves.  When someone is cruel to you or to one of your friends on the internet, even if it’s an anonymous stranger, it feels shitty.  When you express an opinion about something and a ton of people reblog it and the tags are full of “OMG YES THISSSSS”, it feels great.  We all experience that in different ways.  Society has always selected arbitrary measures for young girls and women to live up to in order to feel like they’re popular or they’re approved by the cool kids, and right now it’s things like “how many followers do you have” and “did you get an RT from a celebrity” and “how many likes on your posts”.  So on a primal level, maybe having someone you thought was a friend block you on Twitter or Tumblr hits you in the same deep core place as having the cool kids not come to your birthday party.  That feeling is super real!  It brings up alllllll that deep stuff we try to hide and pretend that we’re above experiencing, but we all have those squishy vulnerable inner selves that just need the cool kids to like us and we feel bad when they don’t.  

I had this exact conversation with my therapist a few weeks ago when she was giving me a hard time because my book has 60 reviews on Amazon, of which like the majority are 5 stars with two negative ones, and I have both the negative ones like memorized.  And she was like “CLAIRE.  WHAT THE HELL.  WHY DO YOU DO THIS?  58 POSITIVE AND YOU CANNOT QUOTE A SINGLE ONE.  TWO SHITTY ONES AND YOU KNOW THEM VERBATIM.  THAT IS NOT HEALTHY BEHAVIOR.”  And I was like “… . okay fine when you put it that way, yes I do sound like a crazy person.”  So like my advice to you – advice which I have just proven I am absolute garbage at taking myself, so like I may have just eroded my own credibility in my efforts to help – is to remember that you probably have a lot more than two followers so honestly this is probably not a bad collective ratio, and there may be lots of people who are very interested in what you have to say but you’ve focused a lot of your energy on these two people and it’s worth giving some thought as to why that is.

My question for you is this: what is the net negative impact of having these two people block you on social media? Like in an actual, concrete way, separate from those sort of core gut “I feel unloved in this moment” feelings, what is the effect on your life?  You might be surprised.  It might be zero.  In which case, let yourself feel those feelings, experience them as valid, and then breathe through them and move on and keep on doin’ you. 

I’m pushing back on you a little bit here very gently because it feels, reading this anon, like you’ve made a determination of hurtful intent on the part of the person who blocked you, or at the very least a certainty that this choice that made was about you and not about them.  That the fact that things seemed to be going fine and then they blocked you means you were somehow intentionally misled or mistreated.  Be really, really, really careful about deciding the cool girl didn’t come to your birthday party because she’s a bitch who wanted to make you feel terrible and is sitting somewhere cackling at the thought of your sad lil’ face waiting by the front door; maybe she didn’t come to your birthday party because she has depression and it’s hard for her to leave the house sometimes and she knew your party would be loud and wild and crazy and too much for her brain to handle right now. Be careful about presuming negative intent with no proof it exists.  The internet makes this so easy, the internet conditions us for this, and it conditions us to respond in kind. The worst thing you could do here is to, like, make a callout post or subtweet in the hopes that it will get back to them and they’ll feel bad, or to sic your other followers onto them, because that turns this into a situation that really does have a right and wrong; and since you don’t know if they were trying to make you feel shitty, or just went on a big block/mute purge to whittle their list down for mental health reasons that are totally their own, once things escalate you can’t put the horse back in the barn. It’s too late.  Now it’s A Thing, when maybe it never really needed to be A Thing.  And in almost all situations for almost all people in almost all ways, Kabby Mom’s advice is going to be, “please think carefully before you make this A Thing.”

This got long, I’ve been having a lot of thoughts lately about the conversations I’m always having with fandom folks the way we let social media permeate and shape our sense of self, in good ways and bad, so I apologize for my verbosity but also not really because that’s how things roll over in Kabby Mom’s Advice Corner.  But I will sum up in bullet points for those of you who have been skimming, to bring you up to speed:

  1. Everyone has the right to curate their own social media space however they see fit, and they don’t have to explain their reasons.
  2. They aren’t obligated to include you in that space even if you want them to.
  3. None of that is an objective measure of your worth as a person or a sign that you should stop being you on the internet.
  4. Your feelings of rejection come from a real place and you get to feel them, as long as
  5. You are striving to move through them without permitting them to paralyze you, and finally
  6. You never use someone else’s choice to curate their social media sphere as a justification for treating them like crap.

Focus on your positive interactions instead of negative ones – your friends, creating stuff and putting it out into the universe – whether it be art, fic, opinions, a podcast, gifsets, crackposts, whatever – and your social media world will be a better place.

In the immortal words of the great Michael J. Fox, “What other people think of me is none of my business.”

The Place That Held Your Heart

A/N: Hope this makes sense. Continuation(s) of A Place Where You Were Loved and Over The Moon. I hope you like it.

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Also tagging @peter-at-the-park-er since this is a direct continuation of their request that turned into A Place Where You Were Loved.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Anon said: “did you really think I needed that kiss back then when all that you conveyed in it was pity?” + scott

@jazzijanal said: “I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.” with Scott please!! P.S. Hope you feel better soon!

@superwholocked221 said: Stiles and “Its been too long since you’ve really smiled” with a supernatural reader?

Anon said: “It never works for us, and it never will.” Stiles x Reader?

Anon said: Hi!! I really love your blog. I just finished reading “Over the Moon” and omg my feelings kkk .So I was wondering if you could write a second part where the reader is getting over Scott, but then he starts to have feelings for her and go after her. Something reaaally fluff plss. (Sorry if I say something wrong, i’m brazilian skslsl)

Anon said: “You betrayed me, you betrayed all of us” and “I need you to forgive me” with Scott?

Anon said: Can I request “Sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?” from the prompt list thing with Stiles please? I love your writing btw!!

@imonlymesodeal said: Hey. Can you do a part 2 to a place where you are loved? Please :) It’s no problem. I just really want to see where it goes! Please try to make it happy :)

Xxx

It was still dark as you walked the streets, the faint twilight before the dawn just starting to paint the sky in lighter shades. You looked up, smiling as you saw the stars fade, giving way to a new day. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes for just a moment before you let the breath out on a long sigh, almost a hiss, knowing with it went all the reasons you’d built up around you for safety.

Your mind drifted back to the last time you’d walked here. Well, not the last, because that was when you had left Beacon Hills for what you thought was for good. But the last time with Scott and Stiles. You couldn’t shake the smile as the memory played for only you.

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anonymous asked:

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1. “@” people you want to be friends with (I hope you mean this one. I really need to stop reblogging multiple numbered ask memes at a time)

@hamiltrashtothemax @hamlltvn @helplesselizaschuyler @helplesslylins @chloehamiltonn @musicalmiranda @hamilton-noodles @fluffmilton @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou @fragmentofmymind @nobeatnomelody @literallylin

((anyways
i hope im not too late with some more support for @lampentdaily!! in this case, via some fanart for everybody’s favorite lampent, Lori!

i would also like to take this moment to say that even though we don’t really know each other at all, ur super cool and i appreciate your existence a lot, and of all people to get anon hate you should be one of the last to do so.
i may not be incredibly active on this blog at all, but honestly, i wouldnt have gotten anywhere on it if it wasn’t for you, so i thank you very much for that, on top of keeping cool and continuing to be able to run such an amazing blog, with great art and a v nice muse! please keep up the great work!!))

cuddling with juho

anon: Sf9 Zuho cuddles? Omg I saw your youngbin ver and loved it

    • a/n: sure honey!! thank very much for loving the youngbin one as well, that means a lot to me ^^ i hope you like it, and the gif doesn’t belong to me credits to the owner :D

  • he’s the kind of boyfriend
  • that has a side that only you know
  • you know the super sweet and caring side of him
  • he shows it to his members sometimes tho
  • juho would really love cuddling with you
  • since it’s one of the times where he could show you
  • how much he loves you
  • when you’re in his arms
  • he whispers like really cute things in your ear
  •  ike
  • “every time i see you, i fall in love with you over again”
  • “spending with you is the highlight of my day”
  • and much more
  • he’s also the one person that loves you
  • being the big spoon instead of being the little spoon
  • i can see him falling asleep quickly when you’re the big spoon
  • he smiles before he falls asleep because
  • he can feel how tight your arms are wrapped 
  • around him
  • he thinks it’s cute
  • sometimes he turns around and faces you
  • just to see you
  • “i’m so lucky to have you, y/n”
  • “did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
  • even though you were sleeping

anonymous asked:

Hello that one animation anon from like 2 months ago! I had gotten that animation done that includes you, I can't link you at the moment but you can go to my channel, Pastafreak16 and it will be my newest video! I have worked really hard on it and hope you like it :)

You guys should definitely go check it out! They worked their ass off on it, and it shows! I’m so honored to be in it. Thank you, dude!

Watch it here.

anonymous asked:

Hey Holly :) Uh this is a weird question but a few weeks ago I was reading this kylux fic and at one point Kylo is talking about his name and he says something like how he changed it because people will say "Ben soloing his organ" but I can't remember the name of the fic. I was wondering if you wrote it or if you know who did it. It was a Modern-setting AU but I can't remember more. I've been searching like crazy with no luck and idk where else to look :( Hope you have a nice night! :D

Anon, that sounds really familiar to me, too, but I just searched through a couple of modern AUs I’ve read recently and couldn’t find it! Can anyone help?

anonymous asked:

Can I call you Nadia? It's such a lovely name, rolls right off the tongue. By the way, you are my tumblr crush

idk why but I love when anons and my followers just call me by my name! :’D I think it kinda shows how comfortable you guys are interacting with me and I hope you guys are <3 ;o; 

And thank you so much! You’re so niceee jfpefasak; <333 ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

Insecure and confessing (Gladio - fluff/angst (???) )

Requested by an anon via my main account!

Ask: Hello, may I request Gladio confessing to his crush who tends to be insecure and isn’t very confident? Thank you!

Of course you can, Anon! Just request it on this blog instead XD 

I thought that having the S/O (you readers) in Prompto’s position (half MT that is) would work. It’s just what happened as I wrote this.

I hope this is to your liking, Anon! Enjoy!

Tagging: @honeybeelily @fieryfantasy (it never lets me tag you for some really saddening reason) and @bloody-geisha


It was quiet now. Gladio had deliberately waited until the others were asleep, not wanting to bring up anything personal around them just in case it made you anxious. That and some things were better left as a secret. Even the big man knew that. And he valued you. Truly, he did.

It was dark now, the fire humming and crackling. He looked at you with a smile, getting lost in his thoughts. He examined you - no. Examined was the wrong word. You weren’t a scientific breakthrough or a specimen to be tested. He gazed at you, his amber irises glazing over you, trailing there way over your body, the only light being the fire which you sat beside.

The both of you had been best friends for just about twenty years. And he didn’t want a brash decision to ruin that. As it was, he was already taking a risk. Liking you. Loving you. As more than a friend. By the six her freaking adored you more than he ever thought he could. 

Gladio always that that your insecurities would make it difficult for him to view you as anything other than a friend. But now… you… this journey… You had proven him wrong. It had been, what, a year since he had last saw you. And now you were here. At first you seemed more confident but… once the King died and shit hit the fan…you secluded yourself again…

He wanted to help you. Be there for you. Now more than ever. 

“Hey.” He greeted you with a gentle smile as he sat down beside you. You didn’t reply like you normally did. You only hummed, staring blankly at the fire. He looked at your plate. You had only eaten one skewer. “You haven’t eaten all your dinner.”

“I was too slow out there.” Your reply was plain. Emotionless.

“Probably because you only had two hours sleep last night.” 

“Didn’t have an appetite.” 

Gladio sighed when you changed your story. He knew the truth. You were in a slump, just like the rest of them. Only, for a different reason. You felt like you didn’t belong. Right?
“Okay, ___. C’mon. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Your shoulders slumped and you sighed, finding the emotions to portray.”I don’t belong here. With you guys…”

Your words prompted him to raise his scarred brow. “What do you mean?”

“Well…I…You see…” You looked at him, your eyes bright - not with happiness, or sadness. But with anguish. With pain. “I…” You looked back to the fire. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not important enough to waste breath on.”

“___.” He placed a hand on your knee, tone calm yet demanding. Sincere, you could say. You sighed again and looked up, gazing straight ahead.

“It’s difficult to explain. And it’s…somewhat…complicated.” You took a deep breath, rubbing your hands together, he noted, a tell tale sign of your anxiety. “You know I was adopted when I was ten, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, there was a reason behind that.” You swallowed thickly. “I was a test subject, a science experiment, a toy. I was supposed to be melded with a demon. I heard what the empire was going to do to me and I… I broke free. Ran as far away as I could.”

Gladio rubbed his thumb on your knee, looking at you intently, acknowledging your every word. “Okay. So that had a negative affect on you.”

“Yeah. A big one. I mean, I felt like I didn’t belong: bar-code on my wrist, scars from needles and knives upon my skin.” You sighed again. “I felt caged. Not belonging anywhere. You know? It wasn’t exactly something I could just tell anyone - not even my wonderful family - in Insomnia. All I was into was learning how to fight, not how to play with dolls or socialise. I just didn’t fit in at all. I wasn’t normal. I didn’t know what all these children programmes were. All I knew was torture, pain.”

Gladio’s palm tensed on your knee, beginning to clench it, as anger began to course through his veins.

“You know how everyone has that black secret that they don’t want anyone to know?” You looked at him. “I was supposed to be an MT, Gladio. I was supposed to be one of those things that try to kill us everyday. Thankfully I escaped before they could tie me to a deamon.”

He looked at you, gazing right into your eyes, hoping to find that you were lying, only wanting your pain to be false, wanting it all to be untrue. But all he found was the truth within your now watering orbs. He couldn’t find anything to say. His own heart being crushed by ten anvils before being shattered into ten thousand shards of glass.

“I knew it.” You turned you head. “I guessed - had hoped - that you would still see me as you always have done. That you sincerely wanted me to fit in instead of being there to spy on me. But, just like I was promised freedom only to discover I was to be a monster, you lied to me… gave me false security.” You stood. “I’ll be gone in the morning.”

That only crushed him further. That you had no belief in him. That, for all this time, you were worried over not having anyone. It weakened him. 

Gladio took your hand tightly. “How could you think that!?” He raised his voice. You flinched. But he didn’t back down. “Not once have I lied to you! I didn’t want to make you feel like this! If I was the course of all your fears I’m goddamn sorry, ___!” He pulled you harshly into his chest, your knees clattering to the ground. 

When you didn’t struggle, he was confused. He was half expecting you to do so. Gladio looked into your eyes to find them filling with water, to notice the shaking of your shoulders as he held you tightly. Through fear of hurting you further than he already had done that evening, he loosened his grasp. His eyes gazed into yours, looking into one eye before the other, searching them for something. Anything. 

“Shit.” He sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…I shouldn’t…” He buried your face into his shoulder and brought his lips to your ear. “Ifrit’s flame, __ you should hear yourself,sometimes.” He let out a soft breath. “I love you too much to ever lie to you.”

Gladio felt a tear fall onto his skin, felt your shoulders shake more profusely, felt your arms wrap around his waist. And he took your action as consent, allowing him to hug you a little tighter. “Dammit, I love you, __.” He spoke quietly against the shell of your ear. “And you’d do well to remember that.”

You looked up at him and he saw the brief fear in your eyes. “But… you’re a womaniser. How can I be sure that you aren’t lying to me? That you just up and - mmmf!”

Gladio kissed you hard, his hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs collecting your tears whilst his tongue stroked your lips, only easing up when you replied to him. He kept kisses you for a few moments before he pulled away, running his thumb over your bottom lip.
“You’re the only person I won’t jump to third base with. I value you more than you could ever imagine.”

You blinked. “Really?”

He nodded and brought you back into his chest. “Really really.”

anonymous asked:

OMGG BUT YOU LOOK AMAZING AND SO CUTE AND I WANNA HUG YOU RIGHT NOW AND TELL YOU THAT YOU DESERVE TO BE HAPPY AND I AM SENDING YOU A BREAKFAST BY TELEPATHY AND I HOPE YOU LIKE PANCAKES BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I MADE AND I REALLY HOPE THAT YOU ARE NOT FEELING DOWN BECAUSE YOU ARE THE BRIGHTEST AND FUNNIEST PERSON WHO EXIST IN THIS WORLD (also i am a new anon so you can call me pancakes anon<33 but i don't if it's already taken)

OMG THESE WERE THE BEST PANCAKES I HAVE EVER HAD OMG!!! CAN I HAVE MORE!!!! <3 AHAHA ALSO HELLO MY NEW SUNSHINE!!! :) 

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! YOU’RE SP SWEET!!!!! <3

Originally posted by pangguk

anonymous asked:

Hey sky :) I have a question. How do you establish commission prices? I was thinking of opening them myself but I don't really know how much I should charge? And I'm not even sure my art is good enough, or that anyone would be interested at all lol so I'm having second thoughts about it... I kinda feel like I should go for it, but I'm afraid it won't work haha Thanks for even reading this, sorry to bother.. I hope you have a nice day :)

Ooo okay so - how I did it was, I timed myself making the drawings and used the minimum wage, which is around ten bucks here in Canada, and used that as a starting point! 

Having commissions open isn’t going to do you any harm, even if you think your art “isn’t good enough” (which I doubt it is??)

But ye, when pricing them, you want to make sure they’re not overpriced, but also make sure they’re not under priced as well. Art takes a whole lot of time. Getting a second opinion is a good idea as well! My mom helped me figure out the prices for mine lmao

I really hope this was somewhat helpful, I wish you the best of luck opening up commissions! I hope you have a nice day as well!! <3