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.
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 😊
okay i am only slightly ashamed to admit i still know all 34 songs by heart plus the 2 bonus songs
Alex is Troy and Thomas is Gabriella
Alex is super into the performing arts but doesn’t want to disappoint his dad Wash who is Coach of the basketball team.
Thomas is the new kid in town that just transferred with a 4.0 GPA and is good at nearly every subject except for math.
Alex is at a New Year’s Eve party and gets pushed onto stage to do karaoke with a hot stranger that is exactly his type. Thomas was just trying to read his book when pushed on stage with Alex and
Alex tries to sleep with Thomas but Thomas pulls a Cinderella and peaces out at midnight.
Alex doesn’t see him again until they get back to school from Christmas Vacation and it turns out Thomas has all his classes with him now.
They have debate class together and that’s the one class Thomas isn’t the best at because he had it with Alex and it becomes a thing between them.
The other students in the class literally give up trying to get a word in edgewise because Thomas and Alex take up all the time debating
Alex may have threatened to shove his foot up Thomas’s ass.
Alex and Thomas accidentally audition for a school musical and then get a callback
Thomas is sure they are not going to go to that call back but Alex is like ‘we’re doing it you piece of shit’ and Thomas is like ‘okay?’
Then Thomas and Alex start practicing together and they spend a lot of time together after school and learn that wow they actually do disagree on everything but that’s okay because they’re Mature Teens wh can deal with disagreement.
It gets around the school that Thomas and Alex are auditioning and Alex’s b-ball team (rev squad) are like wtf man and he’s like ‘ha ha just trying to get into his pants,,, I don’t like musical theater??’ and Thomas overhears.
Thomas refuses to talk to Alex about it and just cuts him off. Alex doesn’t know what he did wrong then he finds out Thoma overheard his convo with the boys and feels terrible.
John, Laf and Herc see how upset Alex is and goes to talk to Thomas.
They end up barely making it to
callbacks but do and they perform and maybe they make it? Maybe not.
All through the town, the silence of the new world slunk, filling streets somberly, rolling around with the faded trash and debris, prowling on fences and painting windows with dust and decay. The entire world was brown, clumps of dead lawns, upturned dirt, dead branches– it all blurred into the same shade inevitably.
modern batim au where that sheep shaving tech support thing is henry/joey @ sammy
My dude, you don’t even need a modern AU for it to work:
>be me >work at mid-sized animation company >some new guy gets job as music director >fast forward 2 weeks >calls me and says his desk drawer is getting jammed every few minutes >get out key and pry open drawer >ask him if he’s been saving any excessive files or paperwork >”no“ >gets sweaty and nervous once I start going through desk contents to get rid of extra stuff >manila folder with multiple papers with bizarre names at the top >”those were always there“ >one of them is 5 inches thick >opening it shows tons of documents with Russian names >all of them are filled with pictures of sheep being shaved for whatever reason
Why do you think Gallavich is more popular than coliver ( should have been conniver)?
‘Coliver’ rolls off the tongue better, I think. ‘Conniver’ sounds too close to ‘conniving’… which, for this particular ship, I suppose you could take that either way lol.
Besides the obvious reasons that Gallavich has been around longer and has had a bit more time to develop a larger fanbase, their storyline is simply better written. The writers spent real time and effort developing one of the best relationships I’ve ever seen on television (before they burned it to the ground).
I’ve always said that while I’m sure Coliver is endgame on the show, I don’t believe for a second that they’re soulmates. I still stand by this. Connor and Oliver have every possibility of being perfectly happy with other people. Gallavich on the other hand, suffer from the opposite problem. No one is sure if they are endgame anymore, but without a doubt, they are soulmates. No one could make Ian as happy as Mickey. No one understands him like Mickey. No one has been there for him like Mickey, not even his own family. And there’s not a single thing Mickey wouldn’t do for him.
For five seasons, the writers on Shameless developed these beautiful characters and this amazing relationship. We see Mickey grow from a rough, violent, closeted thug to someone who finally finds freedom in being with the man he loves. I’ve never seen character growth that comes close to what Mickey Milkovich has given us. And I love the tragedy of it all. Right when Mickey is finally able to admit to himself (and the world) that he wants to be with Ian in every sense of the word, that’s when Ian begins to lose himself. Their relationship has been one obstacle after the next. Mickey’s time behind bars, Mickey’s father, Ian’s illness…
And that’s not to say it’s been one sided. For the first three seasons, Ian fought tooth and nail to be with Mickey. And Ian never stopped loving him, even if it took him seven fucking seasons to say the words ‘I love you.’ This is why I still believe in Gallavich being endgame. If Ian ever utters those words to another love interest on the show, the words will be devoid of all meaning. Mickey is the only one for him. And we see this in S6 and S7 where Ian has the emotional depth of a zombie. He’s only there as a plot device to be improved by his partners. He’s like a blank slate. And when Mickey returns, so does Ian. The real Ian Gallagher. Ian and Mickey shine together on screen. They always have. They literally live and breathe together.
This is an early test of a top I am working on. I still need to add the shadow layer, fix the straps, and smooth out some edges but I spent all morning trying figure out how to edit meshes and I think I figured out! (took me way longer than it should have)
Also if you have any name ideas for this top I would love to hear them!
As much as I wish Bulma had met Vegeta as a teenager (more Vegebul pls), I'm glad she met him as an adult and had a better idea of what she wanted in a romantic partner. It's funny after finishing DBZ and then rereading DB, you can tell that there's something a little off about Yambul. I like Yamcha, don't get me wrong, but it's obvious his and Bulma's personalities work better as a friendship instead of romance.
I’m not a
Yamcha hater either, but I do believe those two had a “first teenage love” kind
of relationship that lasted way longer than it should have, probably because
they spent a lot of time apart through the years and maybe they just kept
coming back together out of habit.
Bulma and Vegeta were made for each other, and I also believe it’s a good thing
they met as adults, after they’d both lived their lives a bit and they were a bit
older and wiser, so to speak, especially as far as Vegeta was concerned; I
think teenage Veggie was probably more volatile than he was as an adult and not
ready for a relationship yet. His death on Namek, which must have been a really
cathartic experience for him, perhaps made him see life in a different way when
he came back to Earth and Bulma invited him into her home, and I’m sure being
with her, and then having Trunks, contributed to slowly give him a different
perspective on life and finally give love a chance.
in which jonghyun’s tattoos are finally kissed as they should be!! + kisses on his soft tummy!!!!
for the sake of proper tattoo care, this takes place in the future. tattoos are virtually an open wound so pls don’t kiss them for a while. imagine they had practiced that day for their swc in hong kong or something and are staying the night in the dorm before boarding a plane in the morning. i also have no self control and this is way longer than i intended :/
They are seated on the floor of their dorm, drinking wine from crystalline glasses Kibum spent too much money on (“You’ve got to treat yourself sometimes,” he had explained to Taemin, handing his limitless credit card to the cashier) as they watched an uninteresting drama on the television. Taemin and Minho are seated on the left side of the table, Jinki across from them. Jonghyun and Kibum are leaning against the couch, Jonghyun watching the drama while Kibum entertains himself with his phone.
Taemin, the least interested in the Straights™, is watching anime on his phone as he leans back against Minho, who is focused entirely on the bag of spicy potato chips on the table in front. Jinki pours himself his fourth glass of wine.
Jonghyun spins the sparkling juice (“Even if you’re not drinking, you’re drinking with us.”) in his glass as the drama focuses on the uninteresting subplot concerning the main character and her cousin, who bullied her when they were both children. While arguably the most invested in the drama, it’s only because the male lead has a crooked smile and broad shoulders.
Kibum pokes Jonghyun in the arm. “Can I see?”
Jonghyun turns to Kibum, brow furrowed. “See what?”
“Your tattoos!” he whines. “Last time I saw them they were gross and peeling.” Kibum pulls at Jonghyun’s sweatshirt. “Come on, Jjong, let us see them.”
“Fine,” Jjong says with a shrug, straightening from the couch to pull off his sweatshirt, revealing his bare arms and the tank top he had put on earlier before realizing it was too cold in their dorm. He throws it back onto the couch and reaches for his glass. It isn’t until the liquid touches his lips that he remembers its virgin—and that he has no excuse for the blush growing on his cheeks. There’s no reason for him to be embarrassed or nervous right now, he’s just showing his tattoos to his boyfriends, and it’s not like they hadn’t seem them before now…
Kibum wraps his fingers on Jonghyun’s right wrist and stretches out his arm. He has to adjust his position a bit, pushing himself forward so Jonghyun’s arm is behind him. “It’s alright to touch right?”
Jonghyun nods, his free hand holding his sweatpants in a tight grip. “Yeah, they’re all healed now. On the surface at least…so it’s okay.”
Jonghyun watches as Kibum pokes a curious finger directly on the dot between “NEVER” and “THE.” He runs his finger slowly across the rest of the tattoo, brushing the skin slightly.
Jonghyun yelps in surprise as Minho grabs his other wrist. “I want to see the other one,” he explains, encouraging him forward with a light tug.
Jonghyun complies, scooting toward the table as Minho readjusts his position, spreading out his right leg straight past Jonghyun and Kibum’s back and bending his other at the knee, socked foot brushing Jonghyun’s thigh. His touch is less inquisitive than Kibum’s, determined but still gentle as he swipes his thumb over the word. “Inspiration,” he whispers and Jonghyun’s blush intensifies and he draws both arms closer toward his body.
“I’m still looking,” Kibum grumbles, pulling Jonghyun’s arm out again.
“I want to see too,” Taemin chimes in, putting down his phone. Jonghyun blinks up at him, amazed that he had managed to look up from his anime at all. He rises to his feet and squats beside Minho. A moment later Jonghyun feels the soft, almost ticklish touch of Taemin’s pinky across the red line of his tattoo. Minho lifts his own finger so Taemin can trace it in its entirety.
Jonghyun only realizes Jinki has joined in on feeling out his tattoos when he feels his finger join Kibum’s on his left arm. He looks over at Jinki, who flashes him a large smile. “They’re cool, Jjong.”
“It makes me want one,” Taemin breathes. “Maybe like… a cross somewhere.”
“Or you could get One Punch Man,” Kibum says dryly, to which Taemin frowns.
Minho pushes Taemin away from him. “I”m going to check out the tattoo on the other arm.”
Jonghyun’s blush flares up again. “Why are you guys doing this to me? I’m not a doll or something.”
“But you’re our boyfriend and you did just permanently mark your skin,” Kibum replies. “We have a right to investigate.”
“Yeah, we have a right,” Minho parrots, rising to his feet stepping around Jonghyun. Kibum follows suit, Jinki scooting forward to resume Kibum’s old position while Taemin slides forward into Minho’s. There’s a moment of shuffling before all four are again prodding his skin and tracing the inked words.
“Why are you guys like this?” whines Jonghyun, voice straining. “This is so embarass—ah.”
Jinki giggles into his skin, leaning forward and kissing his tattoo gently again. “Hmm?” Jinki asks, rubbing his thumb beneath the tattoo.
Minho pushes Jinki to the side, leaning over him to press his lips to “LESS.” Jonghyun holds back a gasp, the area sensitive and the feel of both of their lips sudden.
He really shouldn’t be shocked when lips press to “INSPIRATION,” but he still inhales sharply. Taemin, who has dropped to his stomach, pulls back to giggle before kissing his tattoo at the far left, then again a little to the right, and again and again as he traces his way over the tattoo’s entirety. Jinki and Minho, too, are peppering his skin with their soft lips, gently kissing his inked skin.
Kibum, who cannot join Taemin in kissing the INSPIRATION tattoo due to its odd placement, looks up at Jonghyun, who is so red one would think all the blood in his body has pooled in his cheeks. “Are you thinking of getting tattoos anywhere else, Jonghyun?”
“Um, probably… I think I might get another little one on my wrist but I’m not sure,” he answers, if only to distract himself from the feel of his boyfriends’ lips on his skin.
Before Jonghyun even finishes, Kibum shifts downward so he is on his knees right where Jonghyun’s hand is resting against his thigh. Closing his eyes, Kibum leans forward and breathes softly against the inside of his wrist once, twice, and then presses his lips gingerly against the sensitive skin.
“K-Kibum, what are you doing?”
“Getting it ready,” he replies simply, eyes still closed. His breath ghosts teasingly over Jonghyun’s wrist as he speaks. “Tattoos aren’t great for your skin, so I’m kissing it better preemptively.”
Speechless and embarrassed beyond belief, Jonghyun watches as Minho, too, pulls back from his tattoo and begins to kiss his opposite wrist. “M-Min…”
Raising to a seated position, Taemin drags his finger along the INSPIRATION tattoo, but his breath flutters warmly against the base of his neck. “I think you should get one here, too,” he mutters before pressing his lips against the skin there.
Both Kibum and Minho are now making their way up Jonghyun’s arm, pausing briefly at the inside of his elbow because of how sensitive Jonghyun is there.
“What about here?” Jinki asks teasingly, lifting up Jonghyun’s shirt and kissing his tummy right beside his belly button.
Jjong gasps in surprise. “S-stop, I’m ticklish!”
“That’d be cute,” Kibum says, sliding beneath Jonghyun’s arm and kissing his stomach. “What about flowers right here? Going around your belly button…”
“Cute,” giggles Minho, pulling away from his tattoo and kissing his shoulder. “You could get something here, too.”
Taemin’s lips, climbing up his neck, pause beneath his ear. “Something little here… A bow, maybe?”
“Y-you guys…” Jonghyun whines.
Minho slides his hand beneath Jonghyun’s chin, turning his head so they are facing one another. “You’re really cute.” He leans forward and pecks Jonghyun’s lips.
When Minho pulls away, Jonghyun breathes. “I’m not going to tattoo my lips.”
“Oh?” Minho breathes, one hand traveling toward the hem of Jonghyun’s shirt and lifting it upward. “What about here, then?” he mutters, leaning his head downward to join Kibum and Jinki in kissing his shot tummy. Taemin, too, clambers over Kibum to press his lips right over his belly button.
“M-maybe…” Jonghyun mutters, finally giving into the warmth that lingers on his skin with each loving kiss.
Thank-you for serving Jenna for well over four years. Thank-you for helping her create wonderful vlogs, develop friendships and followings over social media, and most importantly, create wonderful stories for us all to enjoy.
I know you have carried our lovely Jenna through the roughest of tides, and the warmest of rays. Without you, how could we have come to adore Jenna as we do now? While she is indeed spectacular, we must remember those who helped her, and for that, you have our gratitude.
Your health has been failing for a while, but I hope now you are at peace. You will not be forgotten. I spent way longer than I should have ensuring that (because I don’t know how to edit the simplest of photos), but I hope that you carry the memories on your hard drive into the afterlife. The thought-dumps, the outlines, the rough drafts, the beta feedback, the spreadsheets, the modeling pictures, and so much more.
Fair well, USS Jennaprise. You have served your cyborg queen well.
Ahh i spent way longer on this than i feel like i should have and now that im posting it im kind of nervous.
idk i just feel like kurt is Anxious and Doing His Best and logan is like somewhere between a stereotypical action hero and someones frightening dad and i appreciate their relationship in comics but i feel like its never rly developed as much as it could be.
i think i still have a ways to go in terms of doing page layouts but i tried some new stuff
I spent way longer on this than I should have, giving it highlights and double color on the overlay, but I really wanted to capture the mood lighting of this scene. I’ve been dying to draw the Relativity Falls version of this scene because I have this head canon that Grauntie Mabel has a shot gun and she’s not afraid to use it.