i remember this line from way back when

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

komoii  asked:

Do you think (if it isn't too much trouble) you could give me a couple of art tips? I really love the way you draw and it would be really nice if I could get pointers from an artist I like. Don't feel you have to though! :)

hmm..

-don’t shade with black!! blease!!

-if you’re just doodling i recommend doodling rly rly fast!! especially when it comes to full bodies or dynamic poses!

-try practicing thinner lines in lineart! idk why but it helped me??

-remember to take breaks to stretch!! your back will thank u!

-use reference pictures! NOT the drawings of someone else bc everybody makes mistakes in their art and its best if you use an actual picture as a ref!

-dont trace! that way you won’t learn anything :o (unless you’re lazy like me, i usually just trace like backgrounds from pictures sometimes or some furniture but usually its best to try and draw it by yourself!)

-dont go too crazy on luminosity and overlays and such if you use sai! sometimes less is more (unless you really  know what you’re doing)

-although luminosities and overlays may help setting the tone of the drawing!! i recommend finding some inspo on tumblr and it’s fanarts! there are also plenty tutorials on how to color!

-shade with a darker colder color from the base color and light up the drawing with a warmer lighter color!

-it’s just my opinion but i think that sometimes a more cleaned up sketch is much better than really stiff lineart! although i’m not saying you should stop practicing it tho >:O

-it’s ok to take breaks from drawing but make sure they’re not too long! i’m not saying you should full on paint 3000x3000 paintings but at least doodle a little!

-make sure your colors dont blend in together! i had this issue with coloring where sometimes the skin had the same as the background or the hair for example lmao

-when you are doing lineart, have your sketch layer set really low so you can see what you’re actually doing

-make sure your drawing fills out the whole canvas! don’t be afraid to crop your drawings unless you have backgrounds!

-don’t give up! it’s not a race! and have fun!

-remember that progress doesn’t happen overnight and be patient >:0

this is what i’ve learned over the years at least :O

7

“Choose Me” (ft. BTS’ Suga)

You sighed, your heart easily feeling heavy as you emptied out your resolve with that one text. You thought hard, the past three and a half months with Namjoon had been a dream, and now, more than ever, you felt like all you did was receive from him. In the countless random moments you had with him, you tried to look for a clue where he might be. 

Was he in that coffee shop that played the best music? Was he in the school cafeteria where he finally acknowledged that the lunch ladies can actually make decent food? Was he in the library where you first got to know him as your crash course Philosophy tutor? Or was he in between all of those moments, somehow still by your side while knowing that you saw through him and was looking for something that he did not have?

And in these questions, you found the answer. 

Your feet moved faster than you could comprehend as your frantic fingers pressed for his name. There was a short ring as you climbed the stairs. 

“Hello?” his deep voice will never fail to catch you off-guard.

“Namjoon, I know exactly where you are.” you declared, catching your breath at the last flight of stairs. “I want to see you, but I don’t think you’d want to see me.”

You heard him sigh, chuckling below his breath, laughing at how well you seem to know him. “You must know a lot about me, Y/N-ssi.”

The formality somehow made you sad as you traced your steps towards a familiar room.

Kim Namjoon was the vice president of the student council. He was VP Namjoon in your phone before he became Joonie, before he started to be someone you cared for. That was his identity before you and seeing him through the window from where you stood in the hallway, sitting on his desk in the student council room with the late afternoon sunlight washing over his melancholic face, made you realize how you seem to be going backwards. As if you were going back to where you started… before Namjoon and towards Yoongi and maybe, the past before that too.

It was a bittersweet feeling, but slowly, eventually, that moment became your eureka. If you really were going back to where all of these started, then you were going to do it right.

“We’re alike and lately, maybe too alike.” You smiled as you watched him fiddle with the hem of his jacket with his head hung low. “I’m sorry, Namjoon.” You choked out. Maybe he sensed it, maybe he heard you through the thin walls, but he began looking around for you and you had to fling yourself to the nearest wall to prevent him from seeing you. “Don’t… look up. Look out the window or something. I don’t think I can say what I want to say while looking in your eyes.”

You peeked from where you stood and saw that he had indeed turned his back and looked out of the window. With a hand in his pocket and the other holding the phone against his ear, he said with a stable voice, “Okay, I’m ready. Today is the day, huh.”

“I’m sorry.” You repeated weakly, stepping out to look at his back again. “We can’t choose the people that we fall in love with.”

He chuckled darkly, his next words laced with just the right hint of contempt. “You see, Y/N… I don’t believe that.” He declared with the tone of finality that everyone seem to acknowledge and even when there was no one else around, you were sure that people would have whispered their agreement. “People always say that. Not only in love or relationships, they say that they didn’t have a choice, but in reality everyone has a choice. Always.”

He took a short moment, maybe to recompose himself as his voice had gotten a decibel louder or maybe just to take a quick breath before he continued more calmly, “You could’ve turned me down, you could’ve stopped your feelings for Yoongi or you could’ve fought for him, but you didn’t. You were the one who gave up on him first. You always had a choice, Y/N. You will always have a choice, don’t forget that.”

You nodded silently even though he cannot see you. “I know that I can’t get mad at you, you know why? Because I chose you. I chose to play this game even though I knew that I would lose.”

“I’m sorry.” You could only repeat the words meekly because you couldn’t argue with Namjoon. He was always right.

He sighed and turned around again, startling you as he leaned on the windowsill. His eyes were trained on something in front of him, so you knew that he was deliberately not looking at you. “Are you apologizing for breaking my heart or are you apologizing for not accepting my heart at all?”

You took a second to think, but that second was enough for you to see the way the single teardrop from Namjoon’s eyes catch light and glisten in the darkening room.

“I’m sorry…” you hesitated, wondering if you should finally reveal yourself. “…because I made the great, Kim Namjoon cry.” At your words, his eyes immediately connected with yours. You were stunned, but you continued with your trembling voice, “…but I’ve thought about this so many times before actually deciding. No matter how I feel now, I still think it isn’t right for me to keep seeing you when I can’t give my whole heart to you. I don’t want to use the clichéd “it’s not you, it’s me” line, but really, it’s me. I need to take a step back from all of these and just find out if I want to be with anyone.”

He nodded and you didn’t know if he accepted such an explanation or simply understood you without further questions. “Y/N?” The way he said your name, without any suffix or formality, made you rethink everything. “Remember that favor you owed me?”

Immediately, you remembered the favor you owed him for his time as your tutor and how those days already felt like a million miles away. “What is it?”

“Don’t ask me to be friends with you.” Kim Namjoon was always warm, but now, he made you feel his chilling words down your spine as he looked at you with his unwavering gaze. “Let me decide if I want you to be in my life again.”

When you finally nodded in acceptance, you realized that you were also crying. His words definitely signified the end of something. “I understand.” You bit your lower lip, looking for all the words that you had wished to say but couldn’t, so you settled with, “…and if I change my mind?”

His smile, the one that spread on his lips and parted them to reveal his teeth and deepen the dimples on his cheek, might’ve been his parting gift to you. “Then you’ll have to wait in line. I’m highly eligible.”

You returned his smile and even though a wall, a window and a few paces separated you, this was the closest that you had ever gotten to each other’s hearts. You meet his eyes from where you stood for one last time. You wipe both of your tears and smile at each other before you finally ended the call.

You waved at him one last time, mouthing, ‘Thank you.’

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxYoongi/ReaderxNamjoon

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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a/n: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I’M SO SCARED PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. I DIDN’T WANT THIS, BUT AAAAHHHHH IDK ANYMORE. I mean Not Today is a pretty obvious reference here. 

 Things have been hectic, but something i haven’t seen the fandom talk about enough is the last scene of season 3. It totally gives me goosebumps each time i watch it, and here’s why: 

We see haggar sort of remember her and her husbands story, something she must have forgotten because of the quintessence or from so many years of being dark and unfeeling. She uses the endearing term of “husband,” to sort of confirm the fact that she still sees him as that, as her husband. 

But what really gets me, is this part: 

When she says this, her voice is like doubled, like there are two of her, probably because shes doing some sort of magic to awaken zarkon but either way, it sounded so Intense. 

When she says this line, “come back for me,” i was blown away by how soft her voice sounded. Although it was an intense and powerful line, she sounded caring and sort of desperate, and it was something we have never heard from her, The entire series, and i have never heard her voice that emotional. 

With all the emotion mixed in with the great animation and beautiful cinematography (like when zarkon opens his eyes at the end DAMN that part gets me shook), this like ten second scene is so powerful and shows so much character, and it bugs me that it’s not talked about.

Falling for you

Theo Raeken

Song

Warning-Fluff fluff! Fuckboy!Theo AU (:

Theo is suppose to get the reader to fall in love with him at bet but he falls for her the reader finds out but Theo confesses he is actually in love with her and she tells him “I’m so damn in love with you.” Flashback of Theo telling her (Y/N) (Y/L/N) you be careful because you’re going to be so damn in love with me” SKAM PARALLEL i miss skam.

Word count- 2,014

Something about the way you drive me up the wall 

“Theo, you’re a pain in the ass.” (Y/N) groaned as he followed her around the library she placed the books back on the shelves. Theodore Raeken, new boy to Beacon Hills High School an old classmate of hers from fourth grade whom loves to annoy. “Well you enjoy my company don’t you princess?” (Y/N) did enjoy his company, it was the highlight of her day “No.” she lied right through her teeth as she stood on my toes to put the book back on the shelf Theo reached forward taking it from her hands to place it back on the shelf. “It’s bad to lie (Y/N).” Theo said in a singsong voice as (Y/N) turned on her heels pushing the cart down the other isle.

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Learning to Ride

A while back @audreycritter and I were talking about Jason and bike riding which bloomed the idea for this story. Thanks so much Audrey for all your help getting me through this. : ) 

Words: 5,200

Rating: Gen

Summary:  Bruce was going to teach Jason how to ride a bike, but he’d died before they’d gotten to try. When Jason finds his bike in the attic Bruce decides it’s maybe time to try again.

Warnings: None

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Jason couldn’t remember why he’d gone up to the attic. There’d been a reason, he was sure, but whatever it had been was lost on him the moment he laid eyes on the bike. Unlike most everything else in the dimly lit space it was pristine. Not a speck of dust or dirt rested on it. The paint was as fresh and red as the day Jason had picked it out at the store. The tires were full and the chain looked brand new.

He reached out and touched his hand to the rubber grips on the handles, brushing his fingers over the rough edges of one of the bike’s only imperfections. The rubber was scuffed just so on the handle from where it had hit the concrete. If he reached down, he’d find a matching scruff on the hard plastic of the pedal. He’d been supposed to go out with Bruce to ride it. Instead he’d been late, caught up at a meeting. What it was for Jason couldn’t remember, he hadn’t cared enough at the time, only that it had ruined a promise. He’d wanted to show Bruce, show him what he’d missed out on, by learning himself.

He’d found out quickly that the bike was a bit too big for him, just like Bruce had warned him, and the weight of it had been too much. Too much to attempt riding, especially when he didn’t know how. Except he’d been so angry. So, he’d acted out, wanting to stir an emotion from Bruce, even if it wasn’t the one he actually needed. All he’d gotten for it was a scraped knee and a scuffed bike.

He had the distinct memory of shoving the bike against the brick of the shed he was supposed to keep it in and stomping inside. He’d blown past a worried Alfred and disheveled Bruce, just come back from his meeting, only half an hour late for their promised time.

He’d seethed with self loathing for the rest of the night. At falling. At scratching his new bike. At himself for not waiting for Bruce. He couldn’t get Bruce’s confused look out of his head, or his words twinged with hurt. He’d promised. He’d left early. He’d even come back. If only Jason had waited. There was still a faint scar on his knee from the accident. A little white line as a reminder of how impatience and hotheadedness could mess up something good.

“There you are, do you need some help finding the box?” Bruce’s voice, jarring in the way it was so normal, erased the lingering tones of hurt Jason had almost been able to hear moments ago.

Jason turned to look at him, Bruce had noticed the bike. A small smile turned up the corners of his mouth. “I remember when I got that for you.”

It hit him again how dusty everything else was. How the room was filled with the disused, old, and forgotten. His hand fell from the handle like it had burned him. His mind went back to the memorial, always in sight, always ready to bring fresh the memory of his death. And his room, the first time he’d walked in it had been like a tomb. Frozen in time. Not a thing moved from where he’d left it, socks draped over his chair, a book half open on the bed. There hadn’t been a speck of dust to be found there either, it had even smelled clean. Like lemon, the bright scent a burning contrast to the dreary weight of memory. A room should never smell like lemon.

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Resentment Pt. 2

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Cheating,Implied sex

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3

I’m crying, can’t stop crying. Can’t stop crying. You could’ve told me you wasn’t happy. I know you didn’t wanna hurt me. But look what you’ve done to me now.


“(Y/n)?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“I……I didn’t think you would actually pick up the phone.”

“Neither did I…”

Silence is a funny thing. It’s nothing, and everything at the same time. Somehow the emptiness is still able to fill a void. Nothing is said aloud, but a thousand words are said in the silent space between you and Namjoon. It’s probably only been a few seconds, but it feels like minutes have gone by, or maybe even hours. In those moments of suspended time you decide you don’t want to listen to anything coming from him. Not even this silence.

It’s almost as if he can hear your thoughts. “Don’t hang up!”

His voice is rushed, desperate…..and soothing. Though you’ll never admit that you miss the sound of his voice. Your intellect tells you to not to listen. To block him out. Hang up the phone, and move on with your life, you don’t need anything from him…Maybe that was true. But underneath all the hurt, and the deeply buried anger, there was a part of you that wanted something from him.

What that something was you couldn’t tell, but it was enough to make you linger.

When you didn’t hang up, Namjoon spoke. “I called you. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for months now.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you answer?” His voice was strangled, raw. If you didn’t know any better you would think him to be holding back tears. But you couldn’t even remember the last time you seen Namjoon cry.

“Maybe I wasn’t ready to talk. Everything isn’t always about you.”

You can hear Namjoon take in a breath on the other side of the line and you imagine him clenching the phone in a fist, the way he always does when he makes an important phone call. The silence stretches on for a beat too long and you’re two seconds away from hanging up again when he speaks. “I don’t wanna fight. I didn’t call to argue with you.”

His words are soft, yet you still find yourself on edge. “Then what do you want Namjoon?”

“I want to see you.”

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My Legs Around Your Waist

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Warning: Smutish

A/N: It’s just a short little something I came up with. Might be continued but it also might not. Depends on how things are with my health.

You can find my other writings here: Masterlist




“Have you seen Raw last night?” My co-worker asked me.

I smile politely at her. I mean, who hasn’t? Finn threatening Bray? It’s also not like I get to choose what to watch on Monday evening if I want to see Finn on my screen, even if it’s only for a short period of time.
“It was good.” I replied.

“Oh god, if it wasn’t your man, I would try my luck with him.” She winked at me before she popped out to the next meeting.

If Finn wasn’t mine he would certainly not be lonely for a day in this lifetime. They would all make sure of that. I haven’t seen him since Friday, actually. He’s been busy with the house shows and I couldn’t go out to see him because of my own busy schedule. Maybe I’ll see him tonight if I will ever get off work, looking over to the pile on my desk it will probably not be any time soon if I don’t start clearing this up.

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Casino night - Tyler Seguin (Part 3)

A/N: There have been a lot of request for a third part and I just want you to know that there will be many more parts of this story. This part is a little of a linking part, so it is kind of boring. I hope you like it still. 

Word Count: 820

Warnings: A little mild swearing, nothing too bad.

Part 1   Part 2

Master List

Originally posted by puckducky

I wake up on the couch, my head pounding. I don’t remember drinking that much last night, so I don’t understand why I feel like absolute shit. I get on my feet and walk to my bathroom, going straight to the medicine cabinet and taking a couple tablets of ibuprofen.

I’m thankful that today it’s Saturday and I don’t have anything to do, because that’s what I’m planning on doing today, nothing. I make myself a coffee and a bowl of fruit before going back to the couch and wrapping my furry blanket around my body and turning on my TV, going straight to Netflix and getting ready to binge watch a show for the rest of the day.

Ten episodes and a few stomach growls later I decide to order some Chinese take out because I can’t bring myself to make anything more elaborated than a bowl of cereal. I grab my laptop, I need to look up the phone number of my favorite restaurant but I’m surprised with the sight of the gossiping website I had been reading last night.

“Ugh girl, you are pathetic” I whisper to myself.

I actually feel kind of bad for judging Tyler so hard yesterday night. Who am I to judge him, anyways? He is a young guy enjoying the single life and he is doing absolutely nothing wrong. It was harmless flirting and nothing else. Either way, we wouldn’t work so there isn’t a reason to think about it any further.

I order some noodles and beef with mushrooms and get back to my TV show when my phone starts ringing like crazy. I look at the screen and see (y/f/n)’s name.

“Hello?” I answer the call, pausing the TV.

“Hey, (y/n)” she cheerily says from the other side of the line “how are you doing?”

“I’m hungover and I don’t remember drinking that much” I confess and she chuckles.

“Same, girl, same” she says and I feel slightly better “hey, I’m actually calling for a reason”

“Well, surprise me” and I swear I can see her smirking, sitting on her hot pink couch.

“Do you remember the envelope they gave us yesterday when we were leaving?” and I give her a little ‘aha’ so she can continue with her ranting, “well, I’ve looked at the tickets and they are for tomorrow’s game against the Boston Bruins”

“So…”

“C’mon, (y/n)” she screams and I pull my phone away from my ear so I don’t lose some hearing ability “they are really good tickets and they were free and you hate the Bruins”

I think about it for a little while. I haven’t been to a game in a long time and (y/f/n) was right: I hate the Bruins.

“Alright… but if the Stars lose and I have to see the Bruins win on the flesh our friendship is over” I menace her and she laughs.

“Noted! I’ll call you tomorrow so we can go to dinner before the game”

“You are buying, I hope you know that”

“Absolutely, darling” and I roll my eyes, “goodbye!”

And she hangs up. I sigh, grabbing the remote and hitting play. I get to watch just a couple more minutes of my show before the door bell goes off and I get up running, ready for some Chinese food.

{Tyler POV}

“TYLER! MAN, WHAT THE HELL?” Jamie yells at me and I snap back to reality.

It is the third time that I have zoned out during practice and Jamie is starting to get mad at me for not shooting the puck or doing the drill correctly.

“Sorry, Jamie. Sorry, guys” I apologize, skating to the bench to have a sip of water.

“What is it, Segs?” Sharp asks, and I sigh.

“I don’t know, Patrick, I don’t know”

“This must be serious, you never call me Patrick” he laughs and I give him a small smile.

“It’s about this girl…”

“It is always about a girl” he states and I nod.

“Right… The thing is, I met her yesterday at the Casino and…”

“Wo wo wo, Tyler Seguin having trouble with a lady” Jamie teases me and I hit his helmet with my stick.

“I can’t have problems with a girl I don’t even know the name of” I say and they whistle.

“What’s the problem then?” Sharpy wonders.

“The problem is that I can’t stop thinking about her” I confess and Jamie bites his glove so he doesn’t burst into laughter, “you are a dick” and they break, laughing his asses off.

“You are Tyler Seguin” Patrick says and I look at him, “we know you are used to having every girl kissing the ground you step on. What’s just one girl?”

“Maybe you are right…” and I know that it’s going to take a little more than find another hook up to stop thinking about her.

bring the snacks (but don’t forget your heart)

Originally posted by yutanananakamoto

Request: Hello!!! Can I request a oneshot with NCT Yuta where you’re both friends but crushing on each other like A LOT and then you finally confess, and it’s sweet and cute? Omg I really need some Yuta in my life… If this is possible, thank you in advance💗 
Member: Yuta (NCT)
Genre: Fluff w/ some angst here and there
Word Count: 3.2k *swearing*
A/N hello! this took me forever so it’s acceptable for you to come hit me over the head! permission granted!! i resisted from turning this into a full blown 10k fic too so a lot of will power was needed to push through and do this -Admin Madi


The only way to describe your relationship with Yuta was that it was complicated. You’ve been toeing dangerously at the invisible line that takes being close friends to lovers for far too long and it was kind of killing you.

You can’t remember a time before Yuta came into your life. No matter how hard or far back you thought, he was always there. He was the new kid when you were in the second grade, a small boy with a big smile and even bigger heart. He took the empty seat behind you and continued to sit there until the day of your graduation ten years later. He was the boy who would nudge the back of your chair with his foot, poke your shoulder with his pencil, ask for notes when he wasn’t paying attention, and the one who occasionally asked to borrow your eraser.

For the first few years of knowing Yuta Nakamoto, you really despised the kid.

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The only explanation you have for growing close to the boy was when he befriended your best friend, Lee Taeyong in the fourth grade. He began to crash your hang out sessions without fail. Yours and Taeyong’s ritual of studying at each other’s houses and having movie marathons every Saturday suddenly catered to a certain loud mouthed boy. You would never admit this to Yuta, but it was pretty alright having him there since he brought snacks and would commentate over the boring bits of the movies.

It wasn’t long until your duo became a trio and Yuta Nakamoto really grew on you.

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Dump of random first impressions of the Outlander universe (Part 1)
  1. The very first time I remember being aware of Outlander, it was someone’s facebook post talking about the amazing knits. I glanced and agreed that they were pretty awesome, but I didn’t feel like shelling out for Starz so that was that 
  2. The next time it came on my radar it must have been late 2015, because I remember seeing the promo shot of J/C in bed touching the belly, and the article mentioned that they were in France. This one: 

Keep in mind I had no idea why they were in France, what had had happened in Scotland, or anything. I just knew: baby, Jamie, Claire, France. 

3. Then I remember seeing a clickbait article around the same time talking about “Brianna Watch.” I remember it was a pic of a giraffe leaning around a corner, signifying impatiently waiting for casting news (I’ve tried in vain to find this post since, but no luck). So I was like ohhh, they have a daughter, that’s cool. And I guess they’re doing some flashforwards if they’re talking about her in utero AND grown up. Also WTF is this show about. 

4. Then in January 2016 there was a blizzard and I marathoned season 1 in one weekend.

A few Initial S1 thoughts 

Chemistry between Jamie and Claire was FIRE from the first. 

Leoch snuggle scene: oh WHOA that escalated quickly 

Had trouble getting used to the sight of the kilt mullets. I’m now on board but at first I was like this is the dumbest-looking getup I’ve ever seen. 

Dougal was a jerk but I wondered if there was going to be something between him and Claire based on how ardently he apparently wanted her

Jamie you precious sexy muffin. I remember grinning like a fool when he slept outside her door

I seriously doubted Jamie’s sincerity in the Devil’s Mark “i’m from the future” reveal. IDK it was one of the rare times that Sam’s acting felt strange for me. I still kind of feel this, actually. When he says “No, I believe ye, Sassenach” I got the feeling that he actually had serious doubts but he loved her enough to pretend that he was on board. After reading the book, I realized that this wasn’t the case, but…*shrug* 

5. Then I marathoned book one and thoroughly enjoyed it.  

6. I was in school at the time, and so some papers and due dates meant I waited a few weeks between finishing Outlander and starting Dragonfly in Amber. I did a lot of daydreaming in that interim about the method of their arrival in France. I had this whole scenario about them being shipwrecked and losing each other for a bit, then finding their way back to one another and having a quiet life in rural France thanks to the kindness of wealthy strangers. 

7. Then I started Dragonfly in Amber and was all WHAT THE ACTUAL FLUFF about the time jump. SHE GOES BACK??? WHY??? NO???? but at least the baby is okay. 

8. I VIVIDLY remember the moment when I realized the baby from the promo shot couldn’t be Brianna. I was like wait….WAIT….the years don’t line up.. **checks math again**….Oh no…NO……she’s going to lose the baby!!!!!!!

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it hurt really bad. Like…. really really bad, because I’d genuinely taken for granted that the baby lived and grew up to be Bree. So that grief was extra-acute.

9. After i’d finished Dragonfly in Amber, I once again forced myself to wait a week or two for school reasons before starting Voyager. My go-to daydream was that Claire and Brianna went back through the stones TOGETHER. Honestly it never crossed my mind that this wouldn’t be the case. In my mind, Jamie had been roughing it Dunbonnet-style all that time and they found him in the wilderness. 

10. So I was REALLY shocked in Voyager when they were talking about Claire going back without mention of Bree. Then, when Bree is there at the stones in her Jessica Gutenberg dress I was like OKAY THERE WE GO, GIRL IS READY TO ROLL. And then she DIDN”T go through after all and i was VERRA confused. 

11. I remember being very stressed out during Print Shop because I wanted them to rip off each other’s clothes immediately. Made it all the more sweet when they finally ignited after the slow burn, but I REALLY wanted more intensity. Hence….why I wrote the Flood my Mornings reunion the way I did 

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Prompt Sentences!

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1.      “Marry me.”

2.      “Just pretend to be my date”.  

3.      “You know what I like most about people? Pets.”

4.      “That’s it. End of discussion.”

5.      “Just admit I’m right.”

6.      “I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

7.      “If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?”

8.      “Kiss my ass.”

9.      “I hate you.”

10.   [text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…

11.   “I’ll just be in the bathroom throwing my fucking guts up because our unborn kid wants to be a dick!”

12.   “I can’t be in love with you!”

13.   “Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

14.   “I shouldn’t be in love with you!”

15.   “Are you still awake..?”

16.   “When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”

17.   “It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

18.   “What’s with the box?”

19.   “Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.”

20.   “I might have had a few shots.”

21.   “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

22.   “I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

23.   “Were you ever going to tell me?”

24.   “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

25.   “Run away with me.”

26.   “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

27.   “There’s someone I’d like you to meet…”

28.   [text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness.

29.   “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

30.   “Stay the night. Please.”

31.   “Are you sure this is legal?”

32.   “I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”

33.   “I swear it won’t happen again.”

34.   “I could kiss you right now!”

35.   “I have something to tell you…”

36.   “I think I’m pregnant.”

37.   “No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… We aren’t ready for kids yet!”

38.   “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

39.   “Take off your clothes.”

40.   “Are you wearing my shirt?”

41.   “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

42.   “Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.”

43.   “I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

44.   “Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.”

45.   “Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”

46.   “Obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can’t.”

47.   “No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.”

48.   “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

49.   “I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.”

50.   “You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

51.   “What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.”

52.   “To the night you’ll never remember!”

53.   “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

54.   “I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.”

55.   “Did you just… finish?”

56.   [text]: Guess who just got back in town.

57.   “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

58.   “I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

59.   “You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

60.   “If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed somethings wrong with you.”

61.   “I want you to be the Maid of Honor/Best Man.”

62.   “I want you back”

63.   “I cheated on you.”

64.   “Love means never having to say you’re sorry for a minor stab wound.”

65.   “I’m not so sure this wedding is such a good idea.”

66.   “Wait… you’re having a what?!”

67.   “I am not getting rid of another life! How dare you even suggest that!”

68.   “You’re pregnant?! How did this happen?! No, no, no, wait, don’t tell me how it happened, never mind..”

69.   “We aren’t [dating/engaged/married]! I don’t even KNOW you!”

70.   “Would you just quit trying? I’m a lost cause at this point, don’t you think?”

71.   “Who are you…?”

72.   “Come on, you have to remember your [insert relation here]!”

73.   “You really don’t remember me, do you?”

74.   “Don’t you remember? We’ve been [dating/engaged/married] for [insert number here] weeks/months/years!”

75.   “Don’t you remember? We’ve been [dating/engaged/married] for [insert number here] weeks/months/years!”

76.   “I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.”

77.   “Yeah, you look cute. I mean, you always look cute, but this is just a new facet of your cuteness.”

78.   “You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

79.   “I don’t believe in regrets. All my experiences, even the ones that didn’t turn out the way I wanted them to, I firmly believe they were all worth it.“

80.   "Sometimes the person you love is not the person you’re ready ro live with forever.”

81.   “I think I may have loved you, but I just need to let you go.

82.   "You want to know what I’m going to do? Nothing! Because I am in a relationship with you and you know very well I can’t leave.”

83.   “It’s terrible not to be needed. You’ll see.”

84.   “Well all I can say is, I’m lucky I’m back in your life, because clearly I was lost without you. I mean it’s a miracle I’m even still alive.”

85.   “You lost your chance.”

86.   “I’m no longer single.”

87.   “Look we all have days where we can’t find our pants, it’s one of the certainties of life.”

88.   “I wanna be old so I can call people ‘whippersnapper’.”

The Answer’s In The Air: A Miles/Phoenix Mix

Yes. It happened. I’ve been replaying the Ace Attorney games and now here it is. A mix for these nerds. This mix is actually really chronological and the songs are a mix of their separate point of views, so I’d really suggest checking out my annotations to see which stage of the relationship each one refers to/whose POV it is.

This is my first fanmix that has been published to Playmoss first and my first mix about like…solely guys I’ve ever made. Period. SO CONGRATS YOU TWO YOU MUST BE SOMETHING SPECIAL. Also yes there’s an Ace Attorney font you can download and I used it for the graphic.

1. Enough to Go By| Vienna Teng//2. Given It All| Haley Kiyoko//3.An Act of Kindness| Bastille//4. Stray Italian Greyhound| Vienna Teng//5. INSIGHT (English Cover)| Y. Chang and Sapphire//6. Enemy| Jesca Hoop//7. Phoenix Burn| Alpha Rev//8. Hurts Like Hell| Fleurie//9. In My Veins| Andrew Belle//10. Vindicated| Dashboard Confessional//11. Count on Me| Bruno Mars//12. Kimi Janakya Dame Mitai (I Think It’s Gotta Be You) (English Cover)| Y. Chang//13. Aishiteru (I Love You) (English Cover)|Lucy//14/ Freeze You Out| Marina Kaye//15. I Try to Talk to You| Hercules & Love Affair ft. John Grant//16. Some Guy| Anthony Rapp//17. I Do It All For You| SoMo

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[ jb (im jaebum) x cafe!au ]

you can see the golden, pink sunrise peaking up from the city skyline from the view inside your grandmother’s cafe. a yawn escaped your lips without your permission and you lightly smacked your cheeks to get you to wake a bit more.

with all the chairs turned over and placed on the ground from their night’s rest on the tables, you dragged your feet behind the counter to start up the coffee makers and to check the timers on the pastries that were baking in the back. 

as you filled one of the machines with your favorite blends to make your own cup of coffee to fully wake you before the cafe actually opened, a light tap on the glass doors distracted you. your eyes quickly meet a pair of dark, chocolate brown orbs that were slightly hidden behind his messy fringe. even with more than half of his face being covered by a black mask and his dark hair, you felt yourself blush as he gave you a gentle wave to open the door.

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Unsent letter

Dear V,

Now that you have made your absence permanent I could dare to pen down everything I never let my heart believe. Though every estrangement apparently looked like a chapter based on my fault line, with you I always made sure to make an exception. For once, I let myself be high on the ideas of long term love and affection, a permanence so graceful I wouldn’t dare to doubt it even for once, and believe me I didn’t.

For someone who never opened the baggage in front of anyone easily I had put my all of it in the closet of your ears hoping it would be all you would deem necessary to coin the idea of trust. The day I didn’t flinch when you held my hand, to rub those soothing circles of comfort on my broken skin, was the day I knew something of me had been yours irreversibly. May be it wasn’t just that first biggest room on the hallway of my heart, it was something more fragile than what emotions are all about.

I never believed in the loose letters of love but I had been spelling it correct everytime you stayed around. It has been a decade since I first lost my breath to your smile that involuntarily made its way to my heart. That small crooked teeth on the left always made me stare at it everytime you laughed at something I said. You were like a new set of crayons and I was a kid back then, already growing fond of rainbows.

Now that I think about it, lately growing apart hasn’t affected the butterflies that have made a permanent home in my stomach everytime it’s something about you. You own this decade, a span I define as the fondest memories of my existence till now, and I don’t regret a bit of anything I will owe you for showing up in life.

Though nearing the end of this beautiful journey with you will be painful, I prefer to remember it with the most beautiful words that ever existed. Because there can be no beautiful end to anything that meant so much, I would choose to make it eternal with words I never could pave till your heart.

As the saying goes, every beautiful thing ends, but the way we remember it is all that makes it immortal. And so I will keep your space here, in every word I write, in every line I choose to bring life to. Like before, I still could never bring myself to love you loudly enough to make you stay but somehow I wish someone for you, much better than me. And though these words will always bleed in your memory, for once, i would learn to color this love right.

Today we are two different persons, too different from the ones that once met long back and stayed close since. Even when clocks frame this world and rust the past, I would make sure the room you own inside this heart stays alive. And may be you won’t remember me as often and may be few dates would just turn into some numbers for you and my name just a stale reminder of flashbacks long forgotten. But I would still gladly breathe your name everytime my mind goes down the memory lane, for I would own that space in your yesterdays too.

And I wish, more than anything else, to see you again someday, with affection as strong as it has been since the first day, to let you know you are remembered, you always were, always will be.

Always yours,
N

The Subway

Person B knowing they’re undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds, likely from the gaping wound they’re bleeding out from. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before their time runs out.

There was something perfect to the subway. Riding it every morning was not a chore, not a bore, not even a terrible inconvenience to her. The influx of people shuffling about, the way she could sit among perfect casual strangers, common acquaintances linked only to similar schedules, the regularity of it, the sounds and the sights and the speed of it all. Clarke often missed her stop on purpose to stay just a few minutes longer, looping back. She read entire libraries on the subway, she sketched entire carloads of faces she would never see again, she met and spoke with interesting people. She loved the subway. She was either innately alone, confronted with anonymity in the midst of millions of people as the city woke and she yawned in its veins, speeding along, pushed by the hidden, pulsating, concrete heart somewhere in one of the skyscrapers, or she was full of life, being told stories of cats and birthdays and books and opinions and articles by chatty neighbours. Clarke loved the subway.

She fell in love on the subway. How could she not, since she was open to the magic of its ways? She caught her eye one morning when she was running late, and stared for six stops, the first morning. The next day, she timed her schedule differently, and stared for six stops again. It happened for a week, until an accidental night when she saw this girl, this girl, this girl, the kind they write poems and songs and novels and movies and plays about throughout the history of history.

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anonymous asked:

"Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you sorry tooo ooo" & "i live for you i long for you oliviiiaa" doesnt sound very a like to u???

Hi,

The FTDT lines are part of Harry’s quote from “Over the Rainbow,” the song that Judy Garland sang in “The Wizard of Oz” (melody by Harold Arlen, lyricist Yip Harburg). I’m not sure if you saw this post, where it’s discussed in more depth:

https://seasurfacefullofclouds.tumblr.com/post/161775754260/i-study-rainbows-the-pink-album

The genius of the lines from FTDT is that Harry harmonizes with himself, stacking notes from a triadic chord on top of the melody like a musical rainbow– and the result is just as beautiful.

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Maybe one day you’ll call me
And tell me that you’re sorry too

Just let me know, I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you'l come around

We never learn, we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullet, the bullet

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh why, can’t I?

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The similarity to the lines from Olivia is one of METER, not really melody. But you’re onto something here.

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Woke up alone in this hotel room
Played with myself, where were you?
Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon
I’ve never felt less cool

We haven’t spoke since you went away
Comfortable silence is so overrated
Why won’t you ever be the first one to break?
Even the phone misses your call, by the way

Compare:

Remember the day we were giving up
When you told me I didn’t give you enough
And all of your friends were saying I’d be leaving you

She’s lying in bed with my T-shirt on
Just thinking how I went about it wrong
This isn’t the stain of a red wine, I’m bleeding love

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Even though the lines from FTDT are slower, the meter is very similar. The lines start with two dactyls (one accented beat, two unaccented) and end with trochees (accented-unaccented).

In fact, to drill this dactylic meter home even more, in FTDT, the music is actually written in triplets, contrasted to the chorus, which is written in 4/4.
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Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too
Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too
Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too
But you, you never do

Similarly, in Olivia:

I live for you, I long for you, Olivia
I’ve been idolising the light in your eyes, Olivia
I live for you, I long for you, Olivia
Don’t let me go, don’t let me go

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Both of these choruses are heavy on the iambic (unaccented-accented) meter.

i LIVE for YOU, i LONG for YOU.
one DAY you’ll CALL me, and TELL me THAT you’re SOR-ry TOO.

The Olivia chorus weaves in the dactyls, to link back to the verse. Hear it?

LIGHT-in-your; Li-vi-a.

Both songs use rhythmic contrast, the beats of 3’s contrasted to the beats of 2’s.

Both songs use the change in rhythm to signal a pivot in the emotions, too. The verses start out with a sad premise. In FTDT, the singer is despondent, lonely, and bored without his lover: masturbating, getting drunk, feeling sorry for himself. In Olivia, the singer is trying to reassure his lover that he loves her, despite what her friends tell her.

The choruses are a pivot to more positive, romantic, hopeful thoughts.

In FTDT: maybe you’ll come back.

In Olivia: you are the summertime and butterflies.

Good pick up!


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anonymous asked:

Yo hi I just wanted to say I adore ur art it's gorgeous but like, do you have any tips when it comes to keeping characters looking consistant? Like doing references and profiles, my characters always look different in each picture and Idk how to fix it but yours is stunning?

Thank you! Glad you enjoy my stuff.

I’m gonna admit it right now, I’m really not the best as consistency or angles or teaching, but I made some images to illustrate some tips I have, mostly because I’m a very visual person and find it easier to explain this way. I feel like it’s important to include both how I go about keeping my characters looking the same on each draw AND keeping them looking the same from different angles because let’s face it, you won’t just be drawing ¾ views of your character forever.

This is my Gin design for my Ginga fan project. I picked him because he seems like he’d be easiest to illustrate and I’m familiar with his design.
Basically, Gin’s head is a very simple conglomeration of basic shapes when you get down to it: the base is a sphere, the muzzle is somewhat cubic, like a square styrofoam cup, he has a solid dent in his head for his browline, his ears are triangular, and his eyes are beeeg balls in his head. Notice how I refer to his body parts as things like “spheres” and “cubes” and not “circles” and “squares”. That’s because when constructing a 2D character in a 3D space, you should make an effort to understand them in 3D terms. It takes some practice, but you should be envisioning them as essentially a 3D model on the page.
This is essentially how I draw Gin’s head, regardless of angle. His head is a squashed sphere, so I turn it like a sphere depending on where he’s looking (like forward, for instance.) His blocky muzzle also gets turned to a different angle if necessary. The key here is that he’s made up of solid shapes to start with, not just lines. If you’re in the habit of composing characters of purely lines while you draw and you’re having trouble with consistency, try breaking them down into basic shapes instead.

Another tip that helped me when I was younger (and occasionally does now) is laying down extra lines on my references, even if those references are just the original character drawing, to communicate proportions. You’ll probably notice the line running down the center of Gin’s face in the first image, which is typically all I need, but it might be useful to someone else to draw him with three lines running down the center of his face to understand where to put his eyes.
This grid-looking Gin can be helpful. The three lines in the middle of his face, fore example, run through both his eyes and his nose. The line extending from his browline runs to the edge of his ear. He has a line immediately over his eyes and one immediately under them. That can help you align some of his features. The paranoid looking Gin was draw freehanded, not traced, and though it’s not perfectly exact, it’s fairly accurate to the original’s proportions.
Something I didn’t illustrate here is how I quickly “measure” different body parts while drawing them. Ever seen a characiture of an artist holding up a paintbrush? That’s a real technique used to see how something in the reference image measures up to something on the page. I typically do this in my head by approximating, like “Hmm, if I say the eyeball is 1, then the ear is 2 eyeballs long” or something similar.
Don’t be embarrassed of using a lot of guidelines if you’re getting into the swing of things. Nobody will need to see your sketch anyway, especially with digital lineart, or you can erase away the mess later if you need to. All that matters is understanding your subject.

This is sort of a combination of the above two things. I erased a lot of the more distracting construction lines, but you can typically still see the lines running down the middle of Gin’s face and maybe the lines of the sphere forming it as well. I primarily tried to illustrate that the centerline of his face (the eyeline) and the browline curve and follow the angle of his head, which shows me where to place his eyes. This could be expanded out to help place other features of his too.
When using guidelines like this to keep consistency, think of the angle the subject is being viewed from. e.g. when his head is turned up and back, the centerline is also curved in a way that shows his head sphere is turned up and back. If his head is pointing downwards, the lines curve in a downwards slope.
Despite the curve of each line, I tried to keep each line approximately the same length, even if it wraps around an unseen part of the head.
Another thing is that when his head is angled back, his eyeline and browline are placed further up on his head, and when it’s angled down it’s the same thing in reverse. This is also something to remember when constructing a character from different angles - you can’t have everything in the same place it is from a neutral position and expect it to look right.

It’s also much easier to tell if you’re keeping everything in check with references. Just because a reference is realistic doesn’t mean it can’t show you how your stylized character might look from a different angle - not only will you pick up on the subtle details that you might not have included before, but it will be easier to fit your character’s relative proportions to match. e.g. Riki’s mouth in the bottom ref is smaller then it usually appears since he’s at a downward angle, so i can take Gin’s already fairly small chin and make it smaller and it looks fine (though I probably could’ve stood to make his upper jaw a little longer… whoops!.)

Another thing that often works: try something new, and slow down. The sketch of my design of John on the left took me maybe 5 minutes, and it shows, even with references. I wanted him to have his head at an upward angle, showing his prideful attitude, but it wasn’t working. So I angled him a little differently, slowed down, and corrected myself as I went along, and he started looking more on model. He also began looking more like himself, as in he showed more of his personality, which also makes a character seem more “accurate”. It took more time, at least half an hour, but I was satisfied with the results. You can see I erased a lot more guidelines in the second one from all the left over pixely mess, which is fine given nobody has ever seen this sketch… til now!
You’ll notice similarities between the two, but in the end they ended up looking very different despite being constructed in a pretty similar way.

TL;DR -

  1. Build a character’s design out of shapes. Remember those shapes and practice drawing them.
  2. Use as many guidelines as necessary to keep yourself in check.
  3. Wrap those guidelines around a character’s form to keep consistency at different angles.
  4. References are a godsend.
  5. Be willing to spend time trying a new approach if you don’t get it right the first time.

General tips -

  1. Learn to draw basic 3D shapes. Use them as often as you can.
  2. Become familiar with your subject - I’ve been drawing dogs for years so it was easier for me to adjust then someone who hasn’t.
  3. Actively look for the shapes that could potentially make up a character’s form.
  4. Practice with simple designs with easy to see construction shapes and forms first.
  5. Be patient with yourself. Improvement doesn’t happen overnight.

Some (more eloquent and pretty) tutorials on construction: