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Friendly Reminder

that while you can make jokes about Feyre manipulating Lucien in ACOWAR by using his mating bond with Elain, that will not make him change. It will make him worse. His condition will get worse as the female he saw as a friend, manipulates him again and again. Just as Tamlin did to him.  

I keep seeing hate for Lukas and Philip’s relationship, especially Lukas and it’s just really sad like you have this boy that’s so scared and has just watched 3 people murdered in front of his eyes. give the kid a break. yes he is doing really stupid stuff but if you’ve never dealt with internalized homophobia then please step back a second and imagine what kind of thoughts are running through this kid’s head

I just want to remember everything. I don’t care if remembering more stuff hurts. It bugs me so much knowing more might have happened to me than I am remembering
—  Posted by Anonymous

Introduction to How I Draw

I was asked to do a tutorial/step-by-step so here it is!
I decided to break down this Viktuuri piece. °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
It’s more of an overview of how I go about coloring but hopefully you can learn something! ;v;

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Random HC #26 (Continuation of #4 - #25)


“…You said that you moved to LazyTown from Iceland…along with your parents when you were four years old…” Sportacus is sitting on the bed, across Robbie, his legs crossed, and watches the villain carefully, knowing that he has to take slow, careful steps in this subject. Robbie, propped up by pillows in his back, so he’s sitting, as well, his legs bend and slightly pulled up against his chest (despite the hero’s short protest that he worries whether he won’t get stomachaches because of this again), is still busy keeping himself from falling asleep and nods weakly now. “…But…when I asked whether you’ve ever experienced any kind of love… I also asked…”
“They didn’t love me,” Robbie’s voice is low but steady and after a short pause, he continues with a weak shrug “…They never helped me against Number Nine. They didn’t care one bit why I was crying and all alone most of the time, starting shortly after he showed up for the first time. Before, I was okay with their disinterest in me… I had found some friends here, shortly after we moved here and I had my hobby: inventing stuff. But…when Nine…motivated my friends to play outside all the time…” he wraps his arms around his knees a little tighter “…Let’s just say…even when I tried to play with them and gave my best…I ended up getting laughed at by them…and…him… But my parents didn’t care. They barely listened to me… And my brother…” he breaks up with a low groan and presses his palm against his forehead, swallowing hard. “Shush…” Sportacus reaches out and gently, soothingly runs his hands up and down the villain’s bare arms. Once Robbie has recovered a little again, the hero asks softly “…You have a brother?…”
“Yes…” Robbie calms himself again “…He was older than me by five years… We never got along that well, but when Nine started with all these sports…it became worse… He was his biggest fan, you could say… And he was one of the older kids in town, so he quickly became their leader… When Nine wasn’t around, he was the one, ordering the others around, ‘motivating’ them to keep practicing and playing even when they were tired… And he…” Robbie lowers his eyes “…He even slapped me once…because one of my schemes against Nine…went wrong and turned out to be a little more dangerous for him than I intended… You know how this is sometimes…” he forces a laugh but at the same time quickly wipes a tear from his cheek. Sportacus gently cups his cheek, wiping the next tears away for him, his voice soft but firm “But he though mustn’t have slapped you! I know that you would never hurt anybody with purpose! And I…never approved of Nine’s methods, anyway… I don’t know much about him, but when I was in my last semester at school, he visited the students and told us about his…adventures… I realized at once that I didn’t like him. That’s why it didn’t really surprise me when I met you and saw that you are not evil, like he claimed, but incredible…lovable…” he blushes and clears his throat “…But tell me more about your parents, please…”
“There’s not much to tell… As I said, they didn’t care at all… Never told me why we left Iceland, either… And one day…they and Ray, my brother, were…gone…” Robbie shrugs again, a small part of his mind tells him that he should react on the hero calling him 'lovable’, but he can’t… “Gone?” Sportacus quirks a brow “What do you mean 'gone’?…”
“Well, I mean that they left me!” Robbie clenches his hands into fists “Like one day, they’re still there and when I wake up the next morning, I’m alone in the house! Like they left me behind! No letter! No note! Not even a single word before!” he’s never talked about this with anybody before, but now he feels something deep down inside him shatter into a million of pieces and he can’t help a sob “I-I mean, it’s not like it made a huge difference! I was able to take care of myself at this age, after all… I-I was just surprised… Although it only proved what I already knew - that nobody wants to live with me… B-But…”
“Robbie. Robbie! Hey,” Sportacus gently lifts the other’s chin up to look into his teary eyes “This is NOT true. You hear me?! This had absolutely nothing to do with you!…”
“B-But why did they leave me then when I was only fourteen years old?? What did I DO to scare off my OWN family?!?” Robbie’s sobs become more hysteric and he buries his face in his hands. “You did nothing… Oh, Robbie…” the hero shifts on the bed, until he’s sitting next to the villain and carefully wraps an arm around his shoulders “…Robbie, please, calm down… You didn’t scare them off…”
“They LEFT me, Sportacus!” Robbie turns his head to give the other a pained, desperate, and slightly angry look “What other reason can parents have to leave behind their fourteen year old son, besides feeling nothing but hate and disgust for him?!”
“No! Let’s be honest! I…” he gets cut off by strong arms, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I AM honest. And I tell you, it’s not YOUR fault, Robbie!” murmurs Sportacus against the villain’s neck, gently running his hands over the other’s tensed back and seconds later, he can sense the body, pressed flush against his own, convulse with more violent sobs than before and Robbie returns the embrace, clinging to him so tight, as if his life depended on it “Hush. It’s okay. Let it go…”
“…Th-They hated me…” repeats the villain with broken, by Sportacus’ crook of the neck muffled, voice. “Stop saying that.”
“But it’s TRUE!”
“No, it’s not.”
“How could YOU know?! Have you ever met them!?” Robbie’s voice isn’t angry. No, Sportacus can hear the desperation in it and…maybe even a trace of hope?… “…No… Of course not…” the hero gently runs his hand through the tousled black hair “…But I do know…that there’s no chance that any parent would leave behind their child like this! Not when they first took you with them when they moved! And not if they took your brother with them when they left LazyTown!”
“But that’s exactly what they DID!” whimpers the villain lowly and swallows hard. “Robbie…”
“No… It’s okay, Sportacus…” Robbie squeezes his eyes shut and realizes just now that he has been digging his fingers into the hero’s back and quickly stops this now, mumbling “…Sorry…”
“…I hurt you…” his voice breaks and he tries to free himself from the other’s embrace. “Nonsense,” Sportacus shakes his head and lets Robbie pull back, but holds him at his shoulders, searching his gaze “You didn’t hurt me. You held on to me for comfort. That’s normal.”
“…Normal?…” Robbie furrows his brows. “Yes,” the hero cups the other’s cheek again and smiles sadly “…So you…never got hugged or comforted by your parents, either?…”
“No, I…” Robbie’s expression changes to slight confusion “…I don’t…think so… I…” he takes a shallow breath in “…M-My…head hurts…”
“I know, Robbie, but you have to focus. Do you REMEMBER that your parents NEVER hugged you?” Sportacus cups his other cheek now, as well, searching his eyes. “…I…” the villain’s eyes grow wide for a moment, then he suddenly starts shaking his head “No, they didn’t!”
“Are you really sure?”
“Why do you keep questioning my memory?! I’ve got a headache, but I should be able to remember my own childhood, shouldn’t I?!” Robbie winces at his own yell and covers his mouth with one hand for a moment, gasping with now muffled voice “I’m… I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to…yell at you like this! I…”
“It’s okay, Robbie!” Sportacus gently pulls the villain’s hand away from his mouth, squeezing it gently “It’s okay.”
“N-No, it’s not!” Robbie wildly shakes his head “You’re only trying to help me and I freak out like this! No wonder that nobody…” he gets cut off again. This time, by lips, pressing on his own. Seconds later, Sportacus pulls back again, smiling broadly at Robbie’s stunned expression “…Well… Now I found a way to stop your panic attacks…” he lovingly strokes through Robbie’s hair “Hey… It’s okay. Really.”
“But I yelled at you…”
“That, as well, is completely normal. You’re under immense pressure and stress right now. And you’re still sick and tired… Robbie…” the hero sighs lowly “Listen. Take deep breaths and just listen now. Okay?”
Robbie nods weakly, barely noticeably and instinctively grabs Sportacus’ comfort offering hands. “Good… So… I just wanted to know whether you’re completely sure that your memory is correct because…” Sportacus takes a deep breath in now, himself, trying to find gentle words “…Because…there’s a chance that…you get a headache now, when you think about this because…your memory got…manipulated…”

So yesterday there was outrage as Stefano Gabbana posted pictures of Ivanka Trump wearing one of his dresses on his instagram. Many people called him out and told him they wouldn’t support him and his brand anymore. He was a major ass and his main line of defense was “I make fashion, not politics”.
As if telling you’re not interested in politics is enough to step out of an intrinsically political world. Refusing to talk about politics just mean you endorse the status quo. Neutrality is an illusion.

I’ve never ever wanted to avoid or step away from Tumblr more than I do right now.

Because the Sherlock Fandom is literally making me want to bash my head into a wall.

They don’t have to kiss or say I love you to be canon people! Actions speak louder than words to both of them and you cannot tell me their actions do not say “I Love You” more. They are so completely selfless when it comes to each other (barring a few out of character moments) and I have honestly never seen two people more in love both in media and in real life.

They are back at 221b and happy, raising Rosie together and solving cases again.

I would kill to have someone love me as much as these two love each other.

really important. please read.

                             y’know what? FUCK IT. i’m gonna do it. from now on, i request y’all call me by HE / HIM or THEY / THEM pronouns. i know this seems like it’s out of the blue, but i’ve been thinking about it for a long time ( 8 friggin years ) and i have to stop thinking and start acting, so consider this a tiny baby step. and maybe presenting as masculine on tumblr will be enough to assuage my anxieties. maybe not. but they’re just pronouns and i need to start somewhere. as a result, i’m also going to be changing my alias, and instead i’m gonna go by ‘ KENNY / KEN ‘ which is a shortening / masculinizing of my middle name. i would very much appreciate if you would respect this switch, but i won’t take it personally if you slip up. as i’ve mentioned previously, no pronoun has ever really felt ‘ wrong ‘ to me, just a little off. i’ll be adding this to my rules shortly. 

                            as a note, yes, yes i’m very very female presenting. i’m aware of this. if you’ve seen my selfies, if you have me on instagram / snapchat, you’ll be very aware. this is a larger process of self discovery than just pronouns on my tumblr rp blog, and there’s a lot more that’s going to go into it, and i have a lot on my mind these days in regards to how i present my gender. i would really appreciate if you could give me the benefit of the doubt, and understand that as someone who’s been put through an all girl’s school, who’s lived my life as a girl, who has been constantly defined as a ‘ strong woman ‘ that epitomizing femininity in my appearance has been a part of my Brand™ for a long time. still, as i consider all of this, i would appreciate if you just understand that my physical appearance has a lot of ramifications in terms of personal and professional relationships that i’m very very nervous about damaging. 

                            thank you so much for your respect and understanding <3 i love you all. 

Tom: “Ugh, I feel sick all of a sudden…”

Tom: “Just when I was starting to get over that cold, Matt and Edd go off and make me worry myself sick again…”

*knock knock*

Tom: “?!”

Tom: “The door…?!”

Tom: “Matt? Edd?!”

Tom: “!!!!”

Tom: “Holy crap, you guys–”

Tom: “H-here, I got you–”

Edd: “Tom…”

Tom: “Edd, your forehead …  It looks bad. Can you stand?”

Edd: “Not … really…”

Tom: “I-it’s okay, just come on. You can make it to the couch.”

Tom: “Okay, you guys made it, good job…”

Edd: “…agh…”

Tom: “Y-yeah, I know, just stay there, I’m gonna go get some bandages–”

Tom: “…What am I saying, of course you aren’t going anywhere. You two are practically unconscious.”

Tom: “…Anyway, I-I’ll just go get some bandages and some tylenol…”

~A few minutes later…~

Tom: “Okay, I’ve cleaned up their wounds and given them painkillers and thrown their dirty sweatshirts in the laundry … I’ve done what I can for now. Now I just need a moment to calm down…”

Tom: “…”

Tom: “God, what I wouldn’t give to know the bastard who did this is.”

Tom: “I’ll destroy them, whoever they are. No one hurts my friends and gets away with it.”

-Mod Matt


And so I drown in inexplicable joy as I take the first step of the journey that is only mine

I was tagged by the gorgeous and wonderful @95s for this selfie tag <33

It was an unbelievably long day but my makeup managed to still look good so I decided to take some selfies tonight instead of blessing you all with more pictures of my haunted past xD A lot of people have already done this tag and I don’t know who is comfortable with posting selfies so I’m just going to tag a bunch of people to spread the love <333

Tagging @hunniedae @b2utifularmy @uniqs-topp @nam-cute-joon @ash287 @strongastitanium @alyssaherdon @dansphil @colorfuloblivion @wearejiminproof @kimyoujinis186cmofpuregoodness @iam-abangtangod @owlcitybvbarmy @regularangst @xoyixing @yoon-jeonghoe @daedreaming @pyemul @yeunji @preencessjin @xiao-dan <333

I hope you are all having a beautiful day <333



Separating these to make “fan” jerseys.  I actually began them before @simgigglegirl morphs came out (thank you!) so I stepped back to have the morphs. Thankfully my Milkshape is cooperating (generally with adding morphs it crashes, which is why some meshes have morphs of late and why some do not.)  I’m trying to decide (beside making separates) how to make them appear more “fan” looking or would it be better to just use separates?


I can’t stop thinking about her. You know when you meet someone, and you get that flutter, that rush? And it feels like you know them and they know you, and you think to yourself, “I could stare at this person’s face forever”?

theguywiththewhitespot  asked:

I just listened to the King Falls AM Christmas Musical episode (which was amazing) and I was curious what you think a musical episode of The Bright Sessions would look like?

Ideally written by somebody else? 

I’m only partially kidding - I love musicals, I grew up on musicals, spent most of my youth thinking I would go into musical theatre, got a degree in music, etc. So one of the grandest ironies of my life is that I cannot, for the life of me, write music. 

Doing a musical episode would be a complete delight, but is currently more or less impossible given the narrative structure of the podcast - yes, we’ve stretched the plausibility of some of these episodes being actual recordings in the world (and boy, am I really stretching that with the rest of the season), but having everyone break into song would be pushing it a little too far. 

That being said, I have thought a lot about it and know exactly what narrative trick I would use and which characters would sing and about what, but it’s not a podcast episode. So, it is possible that we could see these characters singing at some point in the future, but it would be an extra-canon type of thing.

I can’t stop looking at that gif and thinking about glenn howerton delivering these two speeches:

LOUIS: You’re a nurse, give me something, I … don’t know what to do anymore, I … Last week at work I screwed up the Xerox machine like permanently and so I … Then I tripped on the subway steps and my glasses broke and I cut my forehead, here, see? And now I can’t see much and my forehead—it’s like the Mark of Cain, stupid, right, but it won’t heal and every morning I see it and I think, Mark of Cain, Biblical things, people who … in betraying what they love betray what’s truest in themselves, I feel … nothing but cold for myself, just cold. And every night I miss him, I miss him so much but then … those sores, and the smell and … where I thought it was going. I could be … I could be sick, too, maybe I’m sick, too. I don’t know. 

Belize. Tell him I love him. Can you do that?


BELIZE: I don’t know whether Mr. Cohn has penetrated more than his spiritual sphincter. All I’m saying is you better hope there’s no GOP germ, Louis, ’cause if there is, you got it.

LOUIS: I don’t believe you. Not … Roy Cohn. Joe wouldn’t—Not Roy Cohn. He’s, he’s like the polestar of human evil, he’s like the worst human being who ever lived, the, the damage he’s done, the years and years of, of … criminality, that whole era, that—Give me fucking credit for something, please, some little moral shred of, of, of something, OK sure I fucked up, I fucked up everything, I didn’t want to, to face what I needed to face, what life was insisting I face but I don’t know, I’ve always, I’ve always felt you had to, to take action, not sit, not to be, to be trapped, um, stuck, paralyzed by—Even if it’s hard, or really terrifying, or even if it does damage, you have to keep moving, um, forward, instead of—I can’t just, you know, sit around feeling shit, or feeling like shit, I … cry way too easily, I fall apart, I’m no good unless I, I strike out at—Which is easy because I’m so fucking furious at my—So I fucked up spectacularly, totally, I’ve ruined my life, and his life, I’ve hurt him so badly but but still, even I, even I am not so utterly lost inside myself that I—I wouldn’t, um, ever, like, sleep with someone who … someone who’s Roy Cohn’s … (He stops himself)

BELIZE: Buttboy.

LOUIS (In complete despair, quietly): Oh no.