i spent longer than i should have on this

Fill-a-Page February day 09!

I spent way longer on this than I should have done, but oh well. It just wasn’t working so I kept prodding instead of leaving it, and Keith kept getting ~softer~ each time lmao

Edward in school, 1918

His father, a successful lawyer, provided Edward with many advantages, including music lessons and the opportunity to attend private schoolEdward excelled at his studies and became an accomplished pianist.

“Nothing I do is ever good enough.” part.2

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst 

Words: 1,629

*WARNING* - The following content can be triggering. With mentions of depression etc. Read at your own risk as this chapter is quite ‘dark’, and I don’t want to upset anyone.

[part.1] [part.2] [part.3 ending]


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♥ Kenny + Kyle fusion ♥

haha i spent way too much time thinking this out.. here’s what i have in mind for their personality:

  • book smart & street smart
  • REALLY HARD WORKER
  • acts really snobby, but is actually super caring
  • lots of grumbling and mumbling
  • V E RY PROTECTIVE
  • lots of near death experiences
  • loves their little siblings
  • nerdy pick up lines
  • v perceptive
  • really hung up on doing whats right
  • spends a lot of time on the internet
  • that one guitar asshole that sings love songs
  • frugal
  • very poor health; gets sick easily
  • family is extremely important to them
  • terrible dancer (but loves going to raves)
  • struggles w/ faith and reality


> [ Creek Fusion ] <

anonymous asked:

Hi! I want to ask advice.I'm learning fine art at a university, and try to do my best, but every day I feel like the fandom groups/facebook etc. slowly but surely kill my passion for 3 years. Ignorance, humiliation, disregard. I'm at my wit's end. I dont know what should I do, I want to keep drawing, but I feel like its pointless, and no matter how hard I try my artwork is useless. I feel like I'm making a mistake by believing, I can work as an artist, and I should search for something else.

This message kind of makes me very sad. 

There’s one thing I can advice. Quit the groups and fandom circles that make you burn out so much. There is no way every single fan in a fandom you love is ignorant, or humiliating, or disregarding. Find YOUR people who will support you and re-charge your passion. 

I feel like it’s in a way how I feel about tumblr recently. I see so many posts on my dashboard that either make me super bitter or annoyed…I kind of feel like a sea of salt after I spent too much on tumblr, but whenever I’m out of it I’m back to the ray of sunshine. I guess there are blogs and posts I feel no longer connected to. And it’s normal.

SO. Try finding someone you connect to. Having a one loyal friend in a fandom you can always talk to is much better than seeing the art (even if it’s great art) from a person you don’t understand. 

There is absolutely no way that your artwork is USELESS. I generally feel that the main point of art should be bringing YOU joy. If you draw there should be something you love about it. I guess it shouldn’t really rely on recognition only. 

Also, I might sound like Katara, but hey, faith pays off. If you truly believe in something it’s going to get you there eventually. 

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(ノ´ー`)ノ  August said I should post these so woot.  These be my Kino edits for the night haha.

ahh, Konpeito underwear and pirates. Just how I wanted to spend my Friday night //shot. (btw, pirate kino is taken from a cd cover of rejet’s zenryoku series)

I’ll go try to find my pile of shame and sit on it (´;ω ;`)

Here's some fluffy Jeddy for ya'll! 😄

Ok so this is based on that soul mates AU where your soul mate’s hair color is the colour of your eyes. Your eyes also change colour to match their hair if they dye it.


James hated his soul mate. Who even changes there hair color five times a day? To be honest, the person seemed pretty cool and James loved all the attention he got, but waking up at 2 am to have a very late midnight snack and being scared out of your skin when you look into the mirror on your way back because your eyes are suddenly a bright  bubblegum pink is not so cool.

James was pretty sure he was dead when he felt someone jump on top of him. He opened an eye and Lily shrieked immediately. “Your soul mate’s a punk! Honestly, who has yellow hair?” Lily asked, laughing hysterically.  

“I can’t go to your party like this! What is wrong with this person! Oh and happy birthday by the way…” James sat up, scratching his hair and yawning.

“Hah! You remembered!  Don’t worry big bro your soul mate changes their  hair every hour, It’ll be neon green by night! Lily said, before running away as James threw a perfectly aimed pillow at her.

“I didn’t get you a present!” James shouted after Lily  as she closed the door to his bedroom behind her.

James groaned and buried is face into his pillow. He hated getting up early. And most of all he hated taking a shower.

It was a Sunday morning and he couldn’t believe he was already in the shower. 8 am was just too early. It’s Lily birthday, he thought to himself, everybody’s going to be there at the party. No, he had to look presentable.

He dried himself up with a flick of his wand and got dressed quickly. He wasn’t joking about not having a present for Lily yet. What do you even give to annoying little 16 year old girls on their birthdays?

James decided Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes would be the best choice, it was his and Lily’s favourite shop after all, he also hadn’t visited his uncles Fred and George in a while.

He apparated to Diagon Alley and was greeted by a bunch of Weasley kids.

“Hey James!” Rose waved towards him “You’re going to Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes too, aren’t you?  We could all go together!”

“Sure!” James said, walking towards the the noisy little group.

Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes was tightly packed with young witches and wizards as always. James caught a glimpse of his uncle Fred demonstrating a new trick to an excited group of kids. He walked over to where the dung bombs were kept and found his uncle Sirius (technically they were his granddad’s best friends but grand uncle sounded quite weird…Sirius agreed with him) there looking way more excited than the kids uncle Fred was with. Remus was standing behind him looking defeated.

“What do you even do with dung bombs?” James asked, walking towards them with a wide grin. Sirius was his favourite uncle.

“Oh don’t ask. He drags me here every month!” Remus said, glaring at Sirius.

“You’re going to be there at the party too, right?” James asked, picking up 6 dung bombs in one hand.

“Yeah sure, we’ll be there!” Sirius and Remus said together.  

“Love the turquoise eyes, James! Bet they were bright yellow just this morning.” Sirius said, winking at James and then quickly turning to Remus with a knowing smirk.

“How do you know?” James asked, he was sure they knew something he didn’t.

“Oh, forgot we said anything! We’ve got to go now! See you at the party, James!” Remus was now walking away from James, full speed, dragging Sirius behind him, who was waving at James.

James sighed. Real weird family he had…but he loved ever last one of them, even if they were total nut cases.

James knew Lily loved dung bombs and he was quite proud of her to be honest. She could be really annoying sometimes, but James and Lily got along really well. The amount of hexes Lily knew made James really proud and scared him at the same time.

It was almost time for the party, James had spent half the day brewing up a hurricane in his closet. He had finally settled on his favourite black tee which said ‘Mischief Managed’ on the front in gold. He had charmed it to work like an exact replica of the Marauder’s Map but only the person wearing it could use it. It wasn’t that useful, but James loved it. He looked into the mirror, his eyes were indeed a beautiful mix of green and blue. This he could live with.

“People are going to be here any moment now, James! - Oh hello, Scorpius!” Albus sounded really excited. James was sure he had something going on with that Malfoy kid.

James apparated downstairs, ( why walk when you can apparate, right? ) the hall looked amazing. Their mom had gone a bit overboard decorating the place. Christmas was around the corner and so Lily’s birthday party was Christmas themed. They had even bought a tree and the roof was charmed to look like the night sky with soft snowflakes falling occasionally and disappearing into thin air before falling to the floor. A bunch of mistletoe hung around every corner, and trays with cups of hot chocolate flew around the hall.

James got himself a cup and then proceeded to blast some muggle rock music, which he and Lily adored, in the highest possible volume at which the neighbours wouldn’t consider calling the police.

In half an hour the room was tightly packed with people. James went over to where his grandparents were. He found Sirius and Remus next to them. Remus was an exceptionally good dancer, he noted with a grin.

“Hey dads!” he heard someone call form behind him. As he turned around to have a look at who this person was, he felt time freeze. The person before him was just a bit taller than him, he had a beanie on but the blue-green hair peaking out from the front of it was unmistakable.

James spent the next few minutes staring at Teddy as he talked to Sirius and Remus. He had never really seen Teddy before…well, actually he might have, when they were kids, but he didn’t remember. Teddy was quite scrawny actually, but in a really cute way. He had really long lashes but James couldn’t really make out his eye colour. He so hoped that they were dark brown.

“Hey James! You haven’t met Teddy yet, right? Come over here!” Sirius was full on smirking at him now, he had one arm around Teddy’s shoulder and Teddy was looking straight at him. For a moment James couldn’t breath. And going by Teddy’s face he looked like he couldn’t either. His lips were slightly apart and James could swear he was blushing a bit. As James walked over to right in front of Teddy, he could see his eyes were the exact shade of really dark brown as his hair.

“Hello Teddy… I mean I’m Teddy..uh hi!” Teddy said, extending a hand towards James. James shook his hand, they were still staring at each other and it took James a bit (way too much actually) longer than it should have to realise that they were still holding hands and he hadn’t said a word.

“Uh I-I’m James, nice to meet you Teddy!” James couldn’t control the blush that was slowly creeping up to his cheeks. He abruptly let go of Teddy’s hand and ran it though his hair, which he had spent hours on to make it look perfectly messy.

“James…” Teddy repeated his name, just loud enough for James to hear. Hearing his name on Teddy’s lips made him want to kiss him senseless right in front of his family. He decided he couldn’t trust himself enough, he had to go find Lily.

“I-l’ve got to go find Lily…see you around Teddy!” he turned around and disappeared into the crowd. He could hear Teddy asking him to wait but he needed to get away before he dragged Teddy into a room or something.

“Lily, help.” James was out of breath when he found Lily.

“So Teddy Lupin, huh?” Lily turned to him with a smirk.

“Well. Yes, and how do you know? And why is everyone smirking at me like that!? Ugh.” James buried his face into his hands.

“It’s my birthday, silly! He came to wish me, I noticed the turquoise hair, he’s cute. Now go kiss him!” Lily’s smirk was only getting more ridiculous.

“Merlin, LILY! I can’t just kiss him! I need a plan, ok?” James was beginning to get sick of that evil smirk.

“Ok here’s the plan. You go find him, ask him to dance. They I play some sick beat and you casually sneek him into your room and then you snog him for eternity!- Oh look there he is!” Lily had that mischievous spark in her eyes which she had gotten from her mother.

“Yeah, that sounds about right…wait, what?” James turned around and was pushed into someone. “Oops!” he herd Lily giggle behind him.

Suddenly he couldn’t think straight anymore. Strong arms were around him and his heart was in his throat.

“Are you ok, James?” Teddy whispered into his ear as he pulled him back up and took a step away from him.

He didn’t want him to move at all, James had gone all weak at the knees and was sure he’d fall if he didn’t find a support soon enough.

“willyoudancewithme?” he blurted out, resting his arm on the table next to him in the most awkward way possible.

“Um…what?” Teddy asked, in confusion. He looked really cute when he was confused.

““W-Would you like to dance with me?” James was trying not to stutter but Teddy was still staring at him.

“I’d love to!” Teddy exclaimed, laughing, and just as he pulled James close and placed his hands on his shoulder ‘Voices’ by ‘Cheap Trick’ started playing and everybody in the room whooped and clapped in approval. James cursed under his breath.

Teddy was a very very good dancer and James was struggling to keep up. Teddy was laughing into his ear as he pulled him closer still. James was falling for him every second.

“Can we go somewhere quite?” Teddy asked, weaving their fingers together. James could actually feel butterflies in his stomach.

“Sure, Follow me.” James led Teddy through the crowd of people towards his room. They were still holding hands and James was finding it hard to breathe.

“Um…this is my room.” James said, opening the door.

Teddy stared at him for a while and then pushed him into the room and pinned him to the back of the door in one fluid motion, closing the door shut in the process.

“Where were you all my life.” Teddy whispered, fixing him to the spot with his mesmerising gaze, it was impossible to look away.

“Where were you all my life” James whispered back. Teddy was too close to him. Their bodies were pressed together in all the right place, there was absolutely no space between them.

“Let’s talk later ok?” Teddy said before kissing him slowly at first, savouring each second.

James felt fireworks explode in his heart. He had never been kissed before, and this was the most amazing feeling in the world. Teddy bit down on his lower lip gently and James just couldn’t control the little noises that were escaping his lips. Teddy’s tongue was in his mouth and James had his fingers  tangled in his hair, gripping it tight enough to make Teddy moan in a way that was driving him crazy. Every kiss was like a promise for more to come, little glimpse of the eternity they had before them.

When they finally broke, apart both of them were gasping for air.

“Your eyes are bubblegum pink.” Teddy was giggling now, their foreheads touching.

“Your hair is bubblegum pink.” James laughed along with Teddy, twisting his body so that it was now Teddy who was pinned to the door.

“You’re going to have to visit a lot more frequently from now on.” James said, nibbling on his lower lip.

“Hmm, looks like I will be visiting quite frequently.” Teddy replied, pulling James into a hug.

I hope you like it! 😄😄😄 requests are always open 😊

Today I went with my Mam into the Black Mountains, which are a real life mountain chain in Wales and not a fantasy novel setting. She needed to double check which mountain is which colour, because that’s what happens with Welsh mountains and she’s doing a painting at the minute. (Turns out, she had the purple mountain and the lobster pink/orange mountain the wrong way around. Good job we caught it. That would have been embarrassing. She had the greens in the right places, though.)

Anyway, this involved climbing halfway up the mountain above Llanthony and then stopping for a while so she could do a preliminary watercolour, so she said I could do what I wanted in the meantime. So naturally I climbed all the way up the damn mountain I mean honestly Tumblrs what would you have done. It’s lush up there. You can see England one way and Wales the other. England is hella flat. I always forget. Wales is just mountains from there. That’s all it is. Mostly purple.

Also there were interesting plants since it was an upland peat bog and anyway I took longer than I meant to before reflecting that I should probably go back down and return to my mother. But I miss-judged? A bit? So she immediately thought I’d probably fallen off the mountain and broken my other leg.

And thus it was, Tumblrs, that as I started vaguely ambling back towards the path down, I suddenly heard my name.

Now, I don’t know how many of you have spent time in mountains? But the acoustics are weird, so you can’t tell where sounds are coming from, and that’s why it took about half a minute of looking around as someone shouted “"Elanor!” repeatedly, until they shouted “Look up!”

In my defence, when on top of a mountain, looking up is not that intuitive. But, in this case, it was the right answer. There was a hang glider above me.

“"Your Mam wants to know if you’re okay?” the hang glider asked.

“"Um,” I called back. “Yes?”

“"Okay,” the hang glider called, and it wheeled away over the mountain side.

“"She’s fine!” I heard distantly.

I have no clue how my mother managed to flag down a passing hang glider, but there we are.

just a reminder that forced institutionalization is still real

no, I was not stripped naked and sprayed with a freezing hose in a white-tiled room, but I was stripped naked and searched for a “rusty nail” that someone called into the hospital and reported against me

The nail didn’t exist. I told them the nail didn’t exist. They violated my privacy looking for it anyway. They fucking touched me.

no, I was not strapped down to a table and hooked up to electrodes, but I did witness the other patients being told that ECT was their best hope and that they wouldn’t leave the hospital anytime soon unless they submitted to it

They didn’t want to. Their eyes were glazed over. They were medicated out of their minds. They slept 18 hours a day and barely spoke. They weren’t consenting.

no, I did not live in a jail cell with a dirty toilet and communal showers, but I did live in a room where the door locked from the outside and overnight the personnel would open the door and look at me every fifteen minutes, and when it was impossible to sleep because of the interruptions, they’d just give me more fucking sleeping pills

The pills made my anxiety worse when I came down off them the next morning. So I stayed up all night most nights. I read under the blanket. They watched me doing it and wrote it down on my patient document. They called it “insomnia” and used it as a reason to keep me there longer.

no, I was not ripped off the street with a black bag over my head, but in the emergency room I didn’t give consent to institutionalization when I knew that an adverse reaction to prescription psychoactive drugs was the only reason I was in said emergency room

They took me anyway. A cop put me in his car and drove me there. And if I hadn’t been “complying” (the word for when you don’t consent, but they want it to look like consent, so they threaten to restrain you if you don’t go with their orders) it would have been unconscious or in handcuffs.

I am NOT exaggerating. Involuntary commitment is legal in all 50 states.

When I asked how long they’d be holding me, the doctors all told me, proudly it seemed, that it could be “90 to 180 days” and after that, they’d send me to another, longer-term hospital.

It is legal in this country to kidnap mentally ill people and take away their rights.

This is not only the stuff of fiction. It still happens. It happened to me. It fucked me up. I spent the nights crying because I couldn’t see my friends. They banned me from having visitors because a doctor said they should. I never knew any more than that.

I thought I’d never be able to write again because the content of the wiki I write for would remind me too much of what was happening to me. I thought my favorite media would become triggering content for me, and looking back, I can’t believe I turned out okay.

They took my wallet. They took my phone. They took my jewelry. They fed me terrible food and I lost weight every day until you could see my ribs because they wouldn’t respect my food allergies and I barely ate. The shower barely put out water. The rooms were freezing. They wouldn’t let me have a roommate because I’m transgender.

And all. Of that. IS LEGAL. IN THIS COUNTRY.

It is kidnapping. There is nothing about it that is consensual. Softening the towels and personnel’s voices and putting it all under the guise of “care” does not make it any more understandable than the horror movies about torture. No one in their right mind would see it as ethical. And it happens all. The fucking. Time. And I didn’t see it until it happened to me and it was too late. And they kept me for a MONTH. Until my father threatened a lawsuit against the doctor who refused to show me on paper that it was legal and made such a gigantic scene that they let me go.

It fucking happens. It is real. Don’t fucking forget that.