i think they work out just a little

anonymous asked:

Hello um!! I just got clip studio paint and it's a little overwhelming!! ;0; do you think you could give some basic tips on the program? (also tips on animating and whatnot would be helpful ;v;)

oh of course!
Here’s my basic layout for clip:

I have things moved around because before clip I used sai, and this was similar to how i had that set up. The tools are set up under tabs. Each button on the far left usually opens up several tabs that have several tools within them. honestly figuring out how the brushes worked in clip was the most difficult thing for me! 

experiment around and see which brushes you find the most handy!

on how to create an animation below the read more!

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in her shadow || seventeen

genre: angst (?)
word count: 2.2k

summary: in which Mina’s dirty laundry gets exposed and you make a shocking discovery. 

That’s Bobby,” you said. 
As in her boss Bobby?
Why is she having dinner with him?” 
You shrugged a little. “She’s constantly working late, perhaps he took her out to eat,” you suggested.
That looks a little intimate for a meal between a boss and employee.

Originally posted by marikit257

“You think what?!” Yeejin exclaimed as she looked at you, her brown eyes wide. Your visit was sudden, but what you had just said had really surprised her, seeing as you were such a careful girl. 

“I think I could be pregnant,” you muttered. You didn’t want to be, you knew Jimin would still be with Mina regardless, but you suspected it anyway. You had been more tired of late, more nauseous, and you wanted to make sure. 

You needed to know. 

“How?” Yeejin spluttered, clearly in shock as you shrugged your shoulders. You had always been so careful and so had Jimin, you weren’t entirely certain how it had happened.

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update on fake bf ch. 7
  • me: it's all downhill from here, I already know what I want to happen and I've written most of it in snippets anyway, this chapter's gonna be a piece of cake
  • fic: bitch you thought
  • me: it's gonna be like a couple weeks, I got this
  • fic: or, and here's something, what if it takes multiple months?
  • me: okay, so it's gonna take a little longer than I thought, no big deal, still totally got this
  • fic: you're really not getting how this works
  • me, several months later: honestly fuck it I give up
  • fic, last night @ 4am: okay but like hear me out, what if they finally kiss right as the family walks in so they both think the other one just heard everyone coming
  • me: *typing furiously* well goddamn

anonymous asked:

do you have any writing tips?? i want to start writing for ships that dont have that much fanfic for example, pinkberry

omg!!! yes ;0

(psa: these are just how I write, and the same stuff doesn’t work for everyone)

If you’re doing multichaptered fics, pick a set word count goal for each chapter. Also, plan ahead.

I plan out every chapter, and I write 5000 words per chapter. If that seems like too much/too little, adjust it as needed, but if you’re going for a Long Fic I’d advice 3.5k-10k per chapter.

How to plan:

Step 1: Think of a basic outline. The story as it will go from point A (the beginning of the story) to point B (the end of the story)
Step 2: Think of a few main conflicts, with one being the Main Conflict
Step 3: Think about how many chapters you want (I do this by thinking about how many words I want in total+how many words i’ll be doing per chapter)
Step 4: Make a basic outline of each chapter.
Step 5: Detail the outline
Step 6: Start writing

Other advice:

This sounds generic, but legit: WRITE A LITTLE BIT EVERY DAY, EVEN IF YOU DONT WANT TO 


If you’re having writers block, random exposition/backstory is your friend, if anyone reads my fic, they know exactly what I’m talking about. 




Regardless of what your fic is about, if you have a question about something you want to write in, don’t. guess. Someone out there knows more than you and it will probably annoy them. Just,,,google stuff

Wikipedia is your friend.

anonymous asked:

Underwear AU! What are we even thinking!? I love it! So, which is it? Is Jyn a student who's working as model to make meets end or just a gal who models? Is Cassian modeling for as long as he can remember or is he new at this?

Anon 2: Cassian would totally check Jyn out in her underwear. She’d do the same too.

Let’s make them both professionals–but Cassian is a bit older. They’re both booked to be in an ad together, posing with one another, but Cassian has a set way of doing things while Jyn likes to improvise a little more, which leads to a bit of contention, but the chemistry is undeniable, and when the ad agency demands a certain presentation, they go rogue and work with the photography team to come up with something better. 

And Jyn, I think, would be the one checking out Cassian unapologetically, leveling him with her hard gaze. Cassian would do it too of course, but more inadvertently, which would make him unable to hide his heart eyes when he sees the spark in her eyes (which is what makes her a rising star in the industry–a beautiful face and body will sell almost anything, but the fire is what makes you a star).

anonymous asked:

AU where Allen is the spirit that guides souls after they die and Link is a detective looking for a murderer and at first thinks Allen is responsible and tries to arrest him.

Wrong kind of myth AU, anon, sorry. *laugh* I’ll write a little for the first part though.

Allen saw the man often; there were many people, even outside those with multiple near-death experiences, who Allen saw regularly, and Officer Howard Link was hardly the only man who investigated murder for a living.

But Link - serious, intent, and just that little leap to intuitive that made him meet Allen’s eyes a little more often - stood out, and sometimes Allen lingered for a little while, watching him do the work that would, eventually, lay the soul to rest in a way Allen could not do.

Many people did that sort of work - but Link was always focused, always determined, and he always prayed for the lost souls when night fell, and perhaps it was that last that Allen remembered. Perhaps.

And then one day Link got there too soon, after the victim had died but before the killer left, and the first shot missed and the second shot hit and so did the third, and Allen crossed the room, passing through everything and feeling two souls manifest behind him, to crouch beside Link.

Link had fallen, of course, and looked to be at best half-conscious, but his eyes focused on Allen almost soon as he saw him, and widened. And then he frowned, and slumped a little more.

“Am I dead?” Link asked Allen, faint but not frightened, eyes still just as intent.

“Not today, Officer Link,” Allen said quietly, with a small, kind smile, and Link’s eyes closed.

He’d take two souls today, first one and then the other because killers never came with their victims, but not three.

Hey guys! Hope you’re excited for the hiatus to end on Tuesday. I am too, but I’ve gotta make some announcements.

I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, not the least of which being that I’m pretty sure my job is gonna let me go at the end of my 90 day period.

For now, I’m gonna put the comic on a once-weekly update schedule. Tuesdays, 8:30pm EST (-5 GMT). Once my life evens out a bit and I know where I stand, I’ll try and get back to twice-weekly, especially since I prefer that kind of update schedule.

But as it is, I come home mentally exhausted from a job that’s stressing me out and just wanna kind of… veg out. Not think about much. I’ve been trying to at least work myself out of the general slump, to some success, but I need a little less on my plate for now.

Thank you for understanding, and I’ll let you know if anything else changes.

unclepulky  asked:

What kind of interactions do you think Cass and Renee would have if Kate introduced them?

I think at first Cass would be kinda stand off-ish just because it’s a new person and she would be like “is this person trying to take Kate away from me????” so Renee would have to work extra hard to convince her she just wants to get to know her. In order to get her to be willing to hang out with her she would do little presents like a book or a milkshake so Kate would be like “if you come hang out with me and Renee you can get a milkshake.” Their first actual conversation would probably be about stupid things Kate does and Kate getting all “mad” that they can only bond by making fun of her which would allow for Cass to let her guard down and maybe start trusting Renee more. After like the fourth time they all hung out, Cass would call Kate’s house thinking she was home because Bruce has the car and she needs a ride to ballet and Renee would offer to take her and they would bond over music because they both don’t like what is on the radio right now. That would probably become a weekly thing were they burst out singing in the car and do mini performances on the way to ballet and whenever Renee dropped Cass off she would text Kate about it all happily. 

anonymous asked:

I really like your Home Again series on AO3, will you be writing a third series in that fic? Like in the first story of the series it seemed like Steve was actually trying hard to make things work with Yony and be with his Little again but in the second series it seem like he reverted back and didnt care about making things work or being apologetic just wanting to raise his Little. Great stories regardless of Steve's reverting.

I wouldn’t agree that Steve reverted - it is very, very easy to say you want to do something, and something else entirely to actually do it. I think Steve wants to make things right with Tony again, but he has no idea how to do it and his anger and other mental issues are a roadblock in figuring that out. Right now, Steve is stuck in “I want things to go back to the way they were” mode, and hasn’t accepted that that’s impossible and they need to move forward. Which is why Coulson told him to get some therapy.

I don’t know if that series is finished or not. I’m open to writing more in it if inspiration ever strikes me, though I’m not sure Tony and Steve would ever get back together. I would be more interested in writing the story where Tony finds a new caregiver (suggestions thrown out by reviewers were Strange, Quill or T’Challa) and learns to move on.

Tag Games

Rules: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on: writing, art, gifsets, whatever.

Tagged by the gorgeous @purestheartslove, thank you lovely lady!

Basically I’m still working on EVERYTHING (haha) but here’s a few that are looking promising update wise - I sort of decided to give a preview of each too which I figured might help me finish! 

Southern Comfort - Cruise (chapter 16)

“Sounds like someone is a little nervous,” Stefan teased.

“Me? Nervous?” Nik baulked. "What would I have to be nervous about?“ 

"A certain muster with a certain cute blonde tomorrow that you can’t stop thinking about,” he joked. “Watch out, the cattle might just get jealous from all of the competition.”

Tomorrow When the War Began - Cosmic Egg (chapter 3)

“Football is a tough game, honey. It takes a lot of natural skill.”

“Which is why you mustn’t be very good at it,” Caroline shot back, rolling her eyes at the same time. 

From the corner of her eye she could see Klaus’ crimson lips curve into a smile and she was trying to ignore just how cute he looked at the same time.They hadn’t fought since that first night but they also hadn’t talked much either. So Caroline felt like they’d settled into somewhat of an uneasy truce. There were so many times she wanted to ask him about what she’d seen that night at prom but thought better of it given their present and nosy company. 

After hiking most of yesterday they’d decided to stay around the camp and relax on their last day.

“Mock me all you like but I was the best striker at my school in London. If we hadn’t moved here I could be in the Professional League by now,” Kol boasted.

“We’re outside but yet I still feel suffocated by that over-inflated ego,” Katherine weazed. “Anyway, it’s not like its real football or anything.”

I Can See Clearly Now (Drabble) - Part 2

“Oh come on Elijah stop being so bloody precious,” Klaus chided.

“I am not going to play another game of pool with you Niklaus, my ego can only take so many consecutive losses,” he argued. “Why don’t you go and pester Kol or Rebekah instead?”

The two brothers were currently at the Mystic Grill, the only place of real interest according to Klaus. He’d discovered it on his second day in town and hadn’t really left given he could play all the pool and drink all the whiskey he liked. He’d always looked older so Klaus hadn’t really come across any issues. Although of age, Elijah had always been stuffy and here was no different.

“Kol is too busy trying to pick up anything that walks and Rebekah can’t play pool to save herself. Even you provide more competition than she ever could and with a lot less whining, Elijah. So stop pouting and play another round. God knows what else there is to do in the god forsaken town.”

“I don’t know, maybe you could read a guide book and actually learn something about this apparent god forsaken town before you write it off,” a familiar voice growled. 

Klaus didn’t see her face but could make out her cute backside wiggling away towards the bar, those golden waves fanned out across her back.When she had appeared on the side of the road that day post accident, Klaus had struggled to retain his usual indifferent composure. There was no doubting she was beautiful and the fitted denim shorts and black tank combination was doing nothing to quell the desire coursing through his body. 

After her initial reception, Klaus had decided she was a challenge, something he revelled in until he found out just who she was. Caroline Forbes, only daughter of the town’s Sheriff. Given his past experiences, Klaus knew it was best to stay away from all law enforcement distractions, even if she was hot.

Learning to Fly (Drabble) - Part 2 (this one is for your birthday as requested @megansarah11)

To say he hated flying was an understatement and given he was set to take over from his father at British Airways that was kind of a problem. If the shareholders found out their incumbent CEO was scared of flying their stocks would plummet, hence why his siblings had come up with this hair brain scheme to conquer his fear. 

What Klaus hadn’t expected was to meet a blonde flight attendant en route to Memphis. He’d found himself entranced by her beaming smile and melodic laugh as she conversed with the other passengers and found himself forgetting all about his fears for the moment. Something completely unheard of for Klaus. 

So, here you go!  I am tagging (only if you want of course) @howeverlongs @katieb373 @klarolinekolvina @fanfantasticworld @lynyrdwrites @princess-of-the-worlds @queencarolinemikaelson @romanoffsbite @thetourguidebarbie and anyone else :)

shit Lena has probably said

Kara, I’ll pay you $100 to eat your potstickers one by one, you look like a hamster.

When was the last time you ate a vegetable

Is this how you hug someone? Are my arms too high?

How much does Chinese takeout cost? Like $200?

What do you mean you eat gmo?

Yeah, when I don’t want to see people I just go to my other apartment.

I bought you a restaurant.

Is buying out a flower shop too extra?

I get custom shoes because of how long I stay on my feet

Lex bought me a lab for my birthday when I was little

I have the president on speed dial

Pizza isn’t a vegetable, Kara. I don’t care what the government says.

Can we return the Louisiana Purchase?

Kara how many degrees do you have?

I can’t believe this dork thinks glasses actually work as disguise.

Jess, clear my day. Kara needs me.

Kara, I love you.

The Time I Pushed a Jerkface off a 35ft Cliff(With Good Reason)

Before we start off let me be clear. I did not murder a man by randomly shoving him off a cliff. Technically, I actually had permission, but still not murder. Chill.

Here we go.

So this is back in Mexico, at the same park as the Sting Ray Incident, just an hour later. Id already recovered from my near death experience and moved on from my friend nearly drowning me. I faced it, i survived, im good and not concerned.

One of the many attractions at this park was the Cliff of Courage. It’s a 35ft cliff that plunges into the water. Now, by my standards, 35ft is low for a cliff jump. Ive done way higher (adrenaline junkie) but obviously i was gonna jump just to say that I did. My parents, grandparents, and Jamie didnt want to jump. No surprise, so they went ahead to meet me on the other side of the river.

So sixteen year old me wanders over and there’s this big group of burly looking men.

Like huge

They’re all standing at the edge jostling each other around. And just by looking at them you can see they’re american. I dont even need to hear their texan accents to know.

So they’re pulling the whole macho act of “you jump i jump” “ohhh but then you wont jump” bs and just generally being chickens and not willing to show it.

And because of this they wont let anyone else jump. Like ten people came and left because these jerks wouldnt let anyone else go.

Eventually i get annoyed and snap “either jump or get out of my way!”

And the dude who is obviously the leader just turns and grins at me.

He assumed what i call the “douchebag alpha male pose” hands on hips, crotch foreward, you know the one, and you know the body language that goes with it.

He thinks he’s superior. Now this guy is the biggest of them all.

Massive biceps, raging six pack, the works. The Hulk would probaby do a double take at this dudes size.

And little me is not intimidated in the least.

I learned to fight at a very young age, especially men larger than me. I know if things turns south i can take him no problem. A few hits here and there and he’s out for the count.

He starts walking towards me, and i step forward too. He may be alpha male, but he just crossed an Alpha Female who doesnt back down from a challenge.

Strike one.

He looks over at his pals and says,

“Ohhhh, the little lady’s going to jump, is she?” And he just sneers down at me, all arrogance and misplaced confidence.

Strike two.

“Tell you what, sweetheart.” Ohhh he did not just say that. “You jump, we’ll let you push us.”

Three strikes he’s out he just made the biggest mistake of his life.

I just grin and go “ok” and turn and immediately dive over the edge. Im soaring through the air, enjoying the fall. I turn just in time to see his face go from 😏 to 😧

I smack down into the water grinning. Originally the plan was the swim across the river and meet up with my family, but i am cashing in this bet. Except there’s only one way to get back up to that cliff from here

I scale the side of the cliff with the rope and I can hear them chatting nervously up top

I pop up over the edge and prop myself up on the ledge with the sweetest, most steel-lined smile I can manage and say, “who’s next?”

So Alpha laughs and stands at the edge as I haul myself up. He’s laughing and assuring his buddies he’ll be back in a second cause I wont really do it and–

I straight arm him and he goes flying

He flails and plunges over the edge, shrieking in the most high pitched, terrified shriek Ive ever heard a dude bro make. He sputters to the surface and gapes up at me as I grin like a hellion down at him. I turn to the rest of his jerk buddies and smile.

Oddly enough they all jumped of their own accord

Why Commenting On FanFiction Is Important

Alright kids, Boo here with a hopefully non-arrogant PSA.

I’m a writer of FanFiction because I like it and it’s my preferred genre (also a great way to receive feedback on writing that I can use on originals, bref). But like with most artistic work posted online, I have very little feedback.

When I was in a slightly writing rut, I cranked one shots left and right, nothing out of the ordinary. But instead of people commenting with their thoughts and good feedback, they just gave me requests.

I don’t think I could ever put into words what that felt like, but I’ll try (the irony of being a writer). It suddenly felt tiring, being a writer, and very quickly I stopped writing altogether. I only ever showed my friend what I wrote and left it at that. I haven’t published anything for a while after. It felt like people were treating me like a mule wanting me to do work for them, and I just wasn’t up for that. I lost my will to write, and then I began to think, “If I post something else other than what was requested, will people even read it?”

Then you get the infamous comments, “You haven’t forgotten about my request right??? Here’s another.”

That just adds anxiety and guilt. I’m purposely ignoring the comments to save my own uncreative ass, at least that’s what it feels like.

After weeks of convincing myself that my stories are worth sharing no matter how many people read them, I started writing and publishing again while working on some longer pieces. Slowly it got better.

Now this week, I remembered I joined another fanfiction platform, and realized I had never published anything on it. I had an idea, and so I started writing. It didn’t come out as I imagined it would, but I was so proud? Like, I started feeling happy about what I created again. Like genuine happiness that I haven’t felt in months since my last published work.

A few hours later, I get this comment:

I cranked out three 3k stories after reading this.

In four days.

It never happened before, and I don’t know how many times it will happen again. It was one comment, but it gave me so much fighting spirit that I think I’m on my way to regaining my initial writer mindset.

Fanfiction writers depend on feedback as a validation that their stories matter to people. If you’re wondering why your favourite author hasn’t updated/posted in a while, ask yourself, “Did I do everything that would convince them to continue writing this?”


“acid in the face”

“with hijab?”


“did you see how hard he hit?”

“why do you wear that shit?”

Sana: hey, jamilla

*scrolls up*

Jamilla: I’m just trying to protect you

Sana; Thanks, but no thanks


Sana: SORRY! There has been a misunderstanding! I thought you had posted crap about me!! Let me explain! I’m calling you now!

Eva: what is this?

Sana: I quit the bus

Chris: what?!

Sana: I’m not going to be russ

Eva: now that we have gotten a bus and people and everything is working out, and then you quit?

Chris: whats happening?

Sana: it just isn’t that important for me to be Russ

Noora: it was pretty important to you a little while ago?

Sana: maybe i have decided that it goes against my values to stand and watch girls lose all their self respect for that royal hat?

Sana: how is it going with…?

Isak: fine! It’s going fine

Sana: sorry again for that my brother…

Isak: its fine, don’t think about it

Teacher: okay, we’re going through alot this lesson. Its mid terms next week and some of you are far behind so its important.. 

Isak: that applies to me, thats for sure. can’t you help me a little, Sana? I am so fucked, I am so far behind

Sana: sorry, you just have to realize the hard truth

Isak: that i get…. a 4?

Sana: that you’re alone

ifeelbetterer  asked:

Gotg prompt: how did Rocket learn to speak Groot?

“Repeat after me, Quill: I am Groot.”

“I am Groot,” Peter said dutifully. He felt like an idiot, but there were only a limited number of ways to while away quiet nights on the ship when neither of them could sleep. If it was him and Gamora, or him and Drax, they could spar, but he’d only tried sparring with Rocket once. It took weeks for the bite marks to heal.

Rocket’s oddly expressive – for a raccoon – face wrinkled in an expression of disgust. “Do you even hear yourself? That is nothing like what I just said.”

“Dude, that is exactly what you just said.”

“No, I said ‘I am Groot’ and you said ‘I am Groot’.”

“Which is … the same?”

Rocket stared at him for a long moment, then pointed at his snout. “Read my lips: I am Groot.”

“Was I supposed to repeat that, or …”

Rocket showed some teeth. Peter shut up. There was a moment of silence and Peter was just about to put his earbuds back in and quit with the language lessons when Rocket said suddenly, “Quill, if I say, 'I am Groot,’ just like that, what do you hear?”

“Is this a trick question? Especially the kind of trick question that’s gonna end in you pissing on my bed?”

“That was only once, and you had it coming –”

“Rocket –”

“No, for the love o’ cheese, it’s not a trick question. Just say 'I am Groot’.”

“I am Groot,” Peter said. “I feel like a complete jackass right now, in case that was your intent – hey, where are you going?”

“Jus’ need to get a thing!” Rocket’s voice trailed behind him.

Peter flopped back down in the chair in the mess and put his earbuds in. He was actually getting sleepy, and considering going back to bed, when Rocket jumped up onto the table in front of him with something clutched in his paws.

“What’s that?” Peter asked, sitting up. He palmed off the Zune and took off the earpieces. He had to hand it to Earth tech: the new music player was a lot more convenient to carry around than his late, lamented Walkman.

Rocket’s device was a thin, flat screen about the size of a hardback book; he had it clutched with a paw on each side while readouts rippled quickly across it.

“Okay, now say 'I am Groot’,” Rocket declared, studying the screen.

“Come on, man, do we really have to go through this again?”

“Humor me.”

Peter sighed and slouched in his chair. “I am Groot.”

Rocket’s ears pricked forward. “I am Groot,” he said, and tapped the display with his paw, causing the tiny, scrolling lines and numbers to freeze. “Did that sound the same to you?”

“Well … yeah?”

The flat pads of Rocket’s fingers danced across the display, and he laid the screen on the table between them. “Know what you’re lookin’ at?”

“Squiggly lines,” Peter said automatically.

“Did your mama drop you on the head a lot as a baby, Quill?”

“No, but Yondu did occasionally.” Peter rested his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. As much fun as it was to mess with Rocket, he did actually think he knew what the raccoon was getting at. “That wiggly line is some kind of … uh … noise – wiggle – curve, right?”

“That’s real precise.”

“I was abducted from Earth before we got to algebra in school. Cut me some slack here.”

“Excuses, excuses. I was raised in a cage and my mother had an IQ of 3.” Rocket touched the display, zooming in on it. “Point is, I don’t think it’s just that all a’ you two-legged bunch is too obtuse to understand perfectly clear speech –”


“– like I used to think. It’s more like, my ears hear at higher and lower frequencies than yours do, so I get different overtones. Put simply for the simple, I can hear things you can’t.”

Peter leaned forward, intrigued. “So, wait – you mean all this time, all his 'I am Groot’s sound different to you?”

He realized what he’d said as soon as the words left his mouth, and got the flat 'I am dealing with morons’ look from Rocket that he’d instantly realized he had coming. “How am I supposed to understand him if they don’t, Quill, I ask you?”

“Okay – point – but … so why does it sound like 'I am Groot’ to the rest of us?”

“It sounds like 'I am Groot’ to me too.” When Peter glowered at him, Rocket held up a paw. “No, I ain’t messin’ with ya. This time. No, that’s what the translation unit picks up, 'cause it ain’t so smart about some of the less humanoid languages. It’s just, I hear it like …” He hesitated and waggled his paw. “It’s like your music, right? All those up and down tones at the same time. Groot can do that. Your throat, my throat, can’t.”

“Singing?” Peter said after a minute. “Groot’s singing?”

“I refer you back to the part about bein’ dropped on your head.” Rocket pursed his lips and let out a sharp whistle, making Peter jump – there was still some part of him that couldn’t quite hear whistling and not expect a death arrow to follow an instant later. And he might not be the only one, because Rocket stopped abruptly, closed his mouth, and then said, “Quill, do this,” and hummed softly.

It wasn’t really a tune. “You just want me to hum?” Peter asked. “Like, generic humming?”

Rocket curled his lip and the hum became more of a snarl.

“Right, humming,” Peter said hastily.

The funny thing was, the instant his soft hum of response hit the right harmonics with the note Rocket was humming (and the raccoon did have a good sense of pitch; Peter had always suspected so) he understood exactly what Rocket was getting at.

“Ohhhhh. When Groot talks, it’s like a symphony. Is that what you mean? And the 'I am Groot’ part is the part in the human audible range.”

Rocket’s ears and tail went up cheerfully. “Yeah, ezzactly. He’s tryin’ to communicate, it’s just he didn’t get any farther than 'I am Groot’ when he was learning. It’s as hard for him to do the talkin’ part for the translators as it is for you and me to do his kind of talk. He can hear us just fine, though. Actually to him, understanding our talk is dead easy.”

“So how do we understand him?” Peter asked. “Can you, I dunno, juice up the translator so it picks up a higher range of frequencies, or something?”

“I dunno. That’s not a bad idea.” Rocket tapped his claw against his teeth before picking up the screen thing and hopping off the table. “Have to think on it. Don’t wanna explode your heads or anything.”

“Yeah, well, on that lovely note, I’m goin’ to bed.” He actually was tired enough now to fall asleep in spite of the inevitable nightmares (the bitter cold and darkness of space; Ego’s face dissolving in his hands; his friends crushed by rocks or blown apart). The music helped as it always had, a melodic bulwark against the dark, wrapped gently around his heart – but it could only do so much.

Rocket grunted absently as he trotted off, already engrossed in figuring out the problem.

The thought occurred to Peter as he wandered back to his quarters, thumbing idly through the songs on the Zune, that these sorts of mechanical puzzles served the same purpose for Rocket as his music did for him: something to make his mind go quiet.

The music did that … and so did letting Gamora beat the stuffing out of him in the ship’s small exercise area. Or getting language lessons from Rocket. Or –

“I am Groot?”

Peter jumped as small hands grabbed hold of his pants leg. Groot shimmied quickly up to perch on his shoulder.

“Hey, little buddy.” Peter opened the door to his quarters and left it open so Groot could come and go as he wanted. Or so he could hear if anybody got into a fight or whatever. He flopped wearily on his unmade bed, careful not to dislodge Groot. “You know, I’m not sure how much of this you can understand right now, but Rocket’s teaching me to speak your language.”

“I am Groot?”

“Well, to understand you more than speak it, I guess I should say.” He was lying on his back now and he couldn’t really see Groot except out of the corner of his eye, but he could feel the little tree shifting around in the hollow where the collar of his sweatshirt rested against his neck.

“I am Groot,” Groot said insistently, almost in his ear. Small hands patted at the side of his face and his earlobe.

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter pinched one earbud between two fingers and held it where Groot could get at it. The little hands took it out of his fingers. Peter settled himself comfortably as Groot squirmed somewhat ticklishly against his neck, and sorted through the songs. “How 'bout Elton John tonight, buddy?”

“I am Groot,” came the sleepy answer.

“You know, little guy,” Peter murmured, as the first strains of the music began to play and Groot snuggled comfortably against his neck, “whether or not Rocket can get his new gadget working, I think we understand each other just fine, don’t we?”

“I am Groot!”

Harry Styles: 'It Was Time For Me To Be Scared'
After One Direction hit the pause button, Styles got to work developing his own voice for his recent solo debut. "I've never felt this vulnerable putting out music," he says.

David Greene: Is there a song where you got it, sang it, created it and said, “I’m doing this. I’m on my own. I’ve created something that’s really me as a musician”?

Harry Styles: I think I’ve always written bits of songs alone, and then I usually take stuff in and try to finish it with someone. “Sign of the Times” was one of those where I just kind of wrote it. We basically ended up in a place where the album had a bunch of rock songs and a bunch of acoustic, kind of picked ballad songs. And I wrote “Sign of the Times” and just felt like there was all this middle ground that I wanted to then explore. And I think that’s the one that kind of started bridging us to different places in terms of experimenting a little more.

I read that the genesis of “Sign of the Times” was the idea of a mother being told that she wasn’t going to make it and what message she wanted to give to her child.

Yeah, I think we were thinking about — there’s a lot of bad stuff going on in the world. And it’s not the last time that we will be in a place like that. I think the way that we receive information all the time now, it’s really difficult to ignore that stuff — and I think it would have been weird for me to write an album and not acknowledge that there’s anything bad going on in the world. And I think we were writing it from a place of — you have five minutes to say, “It’s going to be all right.”

Let me ask you about your fans. When we were walking in here to get to the Roxy, there was a legion of a few dozen young women peeking around to see if they’d get a glimpse of you. It’s so easy to stereotype that kind of fan base and say that it’s just a bunch of young teenage girls who are Snapchatting when they spot you and not paying attention to the music. What do you make of that fan base?

The thing is, people stereotype it as their attraction to the music is something other than the music, and I think that’s unfair. And honestly, I think it’s writing people off. It’s kind of rude. Everyone’s musical taste is different, and there’s no right or wrong answer. So I don’t know who’s the person in the world who is like — that guy has good music taste.

I wondered if, with such a loyal fan base, you ever feared that they were just going to be with you no matter what music you made — so it would almost make it less meaningful what you were doing, because they would never say anything bad about you.

I actually think that the kind of fans that we’ve had are the most honest.

There’s no playing it cool, or overthinking it?

Yeah. Everyone meets those people where they like something and they’ll never admit they’ll like it. … I’d rather someone be honest with me, and I wanted to be honest with the album.

Is it scary to be out on your own?

I’ve never felt this vulnerable putting out music, because I don’t think this is a piece of myself I’ve put out there before. And, simple fact: When there are other people around you, you share the good stuff — but you also get to share the bad stuff and hide behind everyone else a little bit. So with this, yeah, it is scary. But I think it was time for me to be scared. And I’m still very much learning. And I’m having the time of my life working this out.

Is there a song you want us to play, as we go out here?

My favorite from the album is the last song, “From The Dining Table.” It’s just personal, and I don’t feel like I’ve written a song like this before.

Teacher (M)

Plot: Maybe asking your Korean teacher for help wasn’t such a bad idea. Good grades weren’t the only thing you were going to achieve from that.

Pairing: Teacher! Jung Hoseok x Student! reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Oral (receiving), Moaning denial, just full-on hardcore Jung Hoseok the sexy beast

Note: This is probably the first time I’m actually posting smut. It took me quite a while to write, considering it was very long, and I need to be in a certain mood for it. Thank you to my friend for giving me this idea. Please forgive me if there are any errors, english isn’t my first language. 3657 Words

P.S. You are 19 in this, and Hoseok is 25. I do not support all that underage sex stuff. Everything here is legal (wrong – please don’t fuck your teacher no matter how hot he is – but legal).

Korean Literature was probably your least favorite subject. You hated just everything about it – well – excluding the teacher. He always greeted you with a smile, asked you if you wanted help. You were the only foreigner in the class, after all. He gave you so much special attention, and you wouldn’t mind it at all. Unfortunately, that didn’t change your view on the subject. No matter how hard you tried, you always got a low grade.

“Okay students, remember we have a test on the new poem this Friday,” His voice echoed through your ears, breaking you out of your trance.

There was a solemn look on your face, while you stared out the window. Your eyes stayed on the uniformed kids flooding out of the school gates, while your nail dug under the staple holding your latest spelling test together.

5 out of 10. It was better than the last one.

No matter how bad it got, you always had this urge to try. You always wanted to keep studying for a higher score, but you just never seemed to understand everything that was thrown at you. It was like everything registered into your brain, but it never stayed – it disappeared, unlike your determination to do well.

As your eyes flickered over to the teacher, a nervous feeling settled in your chest. You now stayed after school for that exact reason. A few days ago, Hoseok had offered to help tutor you for an hour everyday until the test. It had been at least a week since he started, and you could safely say that you were getting better.

“Are you ready to start?” 


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Ok, so we’ve all read headcannons about Bucky being fully aware in winter soldier mode even though he’s not in control & may not remember after. So, I have this headcannon that Bucky originally was just screaming the whole time but after a while he just started offering snarky, bitchy commentary on everything old man Winter was up to.
Winter: assassinates president Kennedy
Bucky: oh good, you killed the fucking president, good job frosty. Way to use my patriotic ass. I was a war hero, I am a veteran damnit, I deserve better than this!!!
Winter: impales a guy
Bucky: oh look!!! A kabob, can we get something to eat before we go back? I’m starving & Hydra can’t manage to enslave a competent chef to save their lives. Plus, I’m pretty sure I saved Steve’s ass in the alley next to that pub. You know Steve, my best friend, used to be a little shit but now he’s a big little shit. Runs around in star-spangled tights? Anyway, it’s important to slow down every once in a while & take a break, relive good times.
So Winter eventually starts snarking back at him & it looks like he’s just arguing with himself so Hydra tries to wipe Bucky out of him but it never works. Winter comes out of the chair to blissful silence thinking this time it worked only to get out into the field when Bucky pops up like surprise motherfucker!!!!! You thought you got rid of me but you’re wrong, you wanna use my ass, you gotta pay the price. You’re stuck with me. So that’s the reason they give him the muzzle (that & his facial expressions because seriously) they got tired of the arguments getting voiced because it really confused the targets & annoyed the fuck out of the handlers. @bolontiku


What I respect most about all these female characters is that they were portrayed in the show as being very comfortable in their own bodies, from Flora to Ashi.  I wanted to draw something badass and a little sexy. Kinda like them! 

Well, woke up at 2 AM, watched a marathon of King of the Hill and managed to finish this before I have to go into work. But I was determined.

I kinda toned it back a little bit. I kinda wanna to play off of strengths so Ashi is of course acrobatics, Flora about to body slam those Aku minions and Rave Girl (Peaches) ..well…she’s really just a bonus break out star at the end of the damn series. Everybody wants a piece of her. Or at least Jack too. Which he will…stay tuned. 

My next Samurai Jack pic is NOT going to be toned back however.
Nah, you’ll know what’s going on.
It’s pretty clear. 
God forgive me