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anonymous asked:

i just started using watercolors, can you tell me about your process/share some tips?

Well first of all, congrats on trying watercolors! I’m by no means an expert yet but I’ll do my best to walk you through my process using some of the WIP pictures I have from previous pieces. There’s a ton to cover and I won’t get it all so feel free to ask more specific questions if you need help. 

My first tip would be to play with whatever tools you have to figure out what feels right for you. If you don’t have any tools yet, I suggest the Sakura Koi Pocket Field Sketch Box (pictured below) since it’s really nice quality, comes with a water brush, and usually costs like $15-$25 depending on size/where you buy it. If that’s still outside of your price range, the first watercolors I ever did were with old crayola palettes and it worked out fine, it just took way more layers and time to get the color depth I wanted.

As for paper, I’m still looking for the perfect one but just make sure it’s watercolor paper (cold press means there’s a texture, hot press is smooth) or multimedia and not like, printer paper. As long as it’s relatively thick, it should be ok but might buckle when too much water is added.

Don’t worry too much about perfection when learning how to use your equipment. Make lines, blend colors, try making washes, etc. When I came back to watercolors, I mostly did a lot of meditative painting, where I doodled whatever felt right. Some of them even came out real cool looking?? 

When I sit down to do a more detailed piece or commission, I have a five-part process I pretty consistently use these days. It goes like this: 

1) Traditional (or digital) sketch/concept phase. The below pic is from a pop-art commission concept where I really liked the flow of her hair.

2) Digital lineart (cleaning up/refining concept sketches)

3) Print the lineart and lightbox it to watercolor paper using either a hard graphite pencil (very light lines) or colored lead. I still lightbox with this ancient hunk of junk but you can even use a window or your computer screen (VERY CAREFULLY) to lightbox if you don’t have one. 

Here’s what some of my pieces looks like after being transferred: 

I think it’s important to note that you should keep a piece of scrap paper under your hand while working on the watercolor paper, since the oils in your skin can lead to areas where the paint won’t bind to the paper properly. I’ve had cases where I finished a background wash only to find an absolutely perfect thumbprint in the center of it. 

4) Ink the lines. Make sure your pens are waterproof. If they’re not, I’ll talk about a way to get around that later so skip right to painting for now. 

I used micron technical pens for the above piece. If you don’t know if you have waterproof pens, make a test chart like the one below. Mine involved copics, watercolor, and super heavy scrubbing to see how easily the pen came off when wet. 

I’ve also “inked” after painting by using more concentrated lines of watercolor instead of actual ink. The below painting was too cute and pastel and I didn’t want to ruin it with black lines, so I used that technique here (along with some red pencil)

5) Paint! I’m not really consistent with this step but my main tip is: BE PATIENT! If you want flat blocks of color, wait until each wash is fully dry before moving on to one next to it. If you don’t, they’ll bleed into each other. This is also true when trying to create shadows with hard edges instead of soft blending. Not being patient enough is my #1 cause of “crap I have to start this over”.

(The weird coloration on the lines above is actually dried frisket I put over certain sections of the piece to protect them but it ended up being more of a hassle than anything else for this style of piece.)

So, what if you didn’t have waterproof pens? You can easily reverse steps 4&5 and paint first, wait for it to dry very well, and then ink (shown below). 

The finished piece looked like this: 

I hope this was helpful!

If you want to see any of my WIPs/ask me questions, you can find me on Twitter and Instagram

Also, my commission slots are open and if you like my work and want to leave me a tip, you can always buy me a coffee :)

@sanjuno Hi. This is for you.

AUGUST 1, 2017

hey everyone! i decided to go for a grey theme for august, and i really liked how it turned out :D i was inspired by @noodledesk’s space-themed spread here!

sorry if the image quality or lighting is kinda wonky, i took a picture of this at night using my desk lamp :o

ps. i’ll be uploading the process video on how i did this tomorrow on my youtube channel, so if you’re interested, you can check it out here!

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THERE some high quality shots of iggy’s neck freckles

and also just a really nice shot i took u welcome B^)

**no they’re not dirt!– this is the morning after sleeping in the caravan at the hammerhead! you can sneak a peak for yourself but it’s tricky to get him to stay still -v-’’

“Dirty Laundry” - Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2748

Warnings: angst feat. a pinch of fluff (but mostly angst)

Author’s Note: This month’s song (or technically last month… it’s for March) is Dirty Laundry by All Time Low. I’m so sorry this took a bit longer than planned, but I hope yall enjoy! The song is kinda about lying… (*coughs* Y/n? *coughs again*) so yeah, expect an argument about that :)

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Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia Limited Edition Content

Fire Emblem has gained massive traction in the last four months, its gone from a fantastic tactical series that only a smattering of people had known about to a series that Nintendo have begun to take seriously. Although the portable Fire Emblem titles will finish after this one, Nintendo seem dedicated to keeping the series alive especially after the runaway success of FE Heroes a game that, had Nintendo broken into the market earlier, has made new fans and old ones invest with interest. 

This isn’t a review so much as more of a look. I purchased the FE Echoes limited edition and thought I would show what was included in this masterpiece of a remake. 


Box Art- Front and Back


Its actually a lot bigger than I was expecting but with the amount that is in it, it makes sense. I won’t talk about what the box looks like because I am really not that sort of person. Suffice to say though its pretty sweet. 

Pins of Alm, Celica and Marth


Though obviously not much to look at these pins are really nice and as extra’s go in limited editions I could certainly see myself using these somewhere. 


Art book- With some pages


Alright so when I said some…..I meant most pages….minus the one’s with spoilers in them and even those are pretty minor. The art book is really nice, I love it when you can see the influences and detail that go into video games its always something I’ve enjoyed. 


Game case and box art


You’ve probably seen it around so I only took one picture of it. Nothing more to it really still nice though.


Soundtrack and soundtrack art

Really nice design on these. Like the sepia tones that its given.


Alm and Celica Amiibo

Finally we come to the last bits of the package. Quality isn’t great in this picture so I apologise for that. These two Amiibo’s unlock extra dungeons in the game and each one can be summoned to assist in each others campaigns. 


And thats it. As far as limited edition’s go this one really hit the mark. The art book, game and everything is really nicely packaged together. From a personal standpoint its a shame that this, maybe, the last portable title as I thought that this could spark a whole new range of remakes. I hope that if you didn’t get the limited edition that this brings some closure on whats included and be sure to check back here in a few weeks or so for a review on FE Echoes.

Thanks for reading people. Cheers. 

Hair dye.

hi! could you write an imagine with daryl where he find some dyeing for hair and gave it to the reader (you can choose the color) because he knows that before the apocalypse she used to dyed it, and it’s all really fluff? thanks!

(A/N): This may be kind of inaccurate, I’ve never dyed my hair —well, I did once but it was with crepe paper (lol ikr wtf)— but I watched some tutorials on youtube, and this seems to be pretty much what happens… Also, I’m sorry that the titles have been so lame lately (i mean, they’ve always been, but i think they’re worse now) i have like no creativity lol. Still, I hope you like it! 💕


You arrived at the prison with one single backpack hanging from your shoulders, and you arrived at Alexandria with that same backpack. When the outbreak started, you grabbed everything you thought you might need and tucked it all inside a red backpack that had now lost its colour and gained a lot of gashes.

No one ever knew what you carried inside, you always kept it under your bed and no one dared to even go near it. Except Daryl Dixon.

One day, he wanted to borrow one of your knives. It was a very fine knife that you had snatched from a well-dressed walker, it was sharp and got the job done in milliseconds. Daryl went into your room and you weren’t there, but your backpack was. It was sitting on your bed, instead of under it —as usual— so he felt really curious about it. He wondered if your knife was in there, so he pulled the zipper open.

He reached inside and the first thing he grabbed was a book. He watched the cover, and then he opened it, scanning through the pages. He was starting to wonder why it had no pictures in it, when a little piece of paper fell, and he picked it up. It was a polaroid picture, it was you and your family at the beach, having fun and smiling for the picture. Daryl noticed something about it, you looked different, but the quality of the picture wasn’t good enough for him to notice it right away. He took the picture closer to his face and squinted his eyes.

“What are you doing?” you asked from the doorway. He dropped the picture in surprise.

“You had blue hair?” he turned around and asked you in an amused voice. You saw the picture on the floor and rolled your eyes.

“Shut up,” you said when you heard him laughing. You picked up the picture and looked at it. “I miss it, though.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it was pretty, wasn’t it?” you showed him the picture again.

“I guess,” he shrugged. “Can I borrow your knife?”

You put the picture back inside your backpack and closed it, then you threw it under the bed, where it was supposed to be.

“Where are you going?” you asked, as you opened the drawer of your nightstand.

“You know, making the rounds with Aaron, but he wants to check some of the old buildings we haven’t checked,” he grabbed the knife you were handing to him. “It’s always good to have one of these in your pocket, you know?”

“Yeah, well, take care of it,” you said.

“Will do, Smurfette,” he said and walked away.

“Lame!” you yelled as he walked out of your room.

Daryl got in the car with Aaron and they drove off towards the buildings that Aaron wanted to check. They were old and overrun by walkers, so they couldn’t quite see what the building used to be in better days.

“Let’s go inside,” Aaron said as he pulled over.

“There’s a lot of ‘em,” Daryl told him, nodding his head at the walkers that where roaming around the building. “We should take ‘em down from here.”

“Don’t you think the sound of the guns will call for more?”

“Who said anything about guns?” Daryl pulled out his crossbow and opened the door. He aimed at the walkers and an arrow pierced their rotting heads.

“What happens when you run out of arrows?” Aaron asked him.

“Then we’ll go inside,” he said and shot another arrow.

Daryl took his last arrow and it went through a walker’s head, right between the eyes.

“Let’s go,” he said and Aaron followed him.

They went inside, carefully, but noticed that there weren’t many walkers left. Just a couple of them, which Aaron took down.

“I think it’s a…” Aaron looked around.

“Drugstore,” Daryl grabbed a bag he found on the floor and started taking every single thing he found. They had to take everything, specially if you had to share half of it with the Saviours.

They left most of the shelves empty, the ones that had medicines and all. But Daryl saw the ‘Hair products’ sign hanging at the back, and that one was still full. He ignored the sounds of walkers back there and ran towards it.

“Daryl, let’s go!” Aaron said in a hushed roar.

Daryl was about to grab one of the hair dye boxes when six walkers pushed the shelf down from the other side. It fell over Daryl and he couldn’t push it off, it was too heavy.

The growling of walkers surrounded him as they fell to their knees and tried to bite him. He reached for your knife and killed one of them, but the others kept coming at him.

Aaron ran towards the scene and shot them. Their bodies fell over Daryl.  He pulled the shelf off as Daryl got out from under it.

Daryl saw some of the boxes scattered on the ground, most of them had been crushed by the shelf and the others were still under it, so he took one of the few that he could reach.

“What the hell, man?” Aaron asked between breaths as he got on his feet.

“Thanks for that,” Daryl said and stood up from the ground.

“Why did you come back here? What the hell is that?” he asked as he pointed at the box that Daryl was holding.

“Just shit, man, let’s get outta here,” he waved him off, but before he could walk away, Aaron grabbed his hand. He looked at the box and then at Daryl.

“Oh, okay, I’m sure it will look good on you” he nodded and started walking back to the exit.

“It’s not for me,” he said, but Aaron was already too far to hear.

It was already dark when they arrived at the safe zone. Daryl gave his bag to Aaron so he could leave it at the pantry, and he headed back home.

He knocked on your door, even thought it was open, and he saw you sitting on your bed, reading your book.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey, you’re back!” you closed your book and left it on your nightstand. “I want my knife back.”

He chuckled and gave it to you after wiping the blood off on his clothes.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Sure,” you grabbed it and put it back on your nightstand.

“I got something for you,” he told you.

“What is it?”

He gave you the box. “Sorry, they didn’t have your tone.”

You laughed as you looked at the box. It was pink hair dye.

“Thanks, Daryl,” you said.

“I just thought you looked pretty, why don’t you dye it again?”

“Sure, that would be cool,” you said. Daryl nodded and started walking away. “Where are you going?”

“Uh, well—”

“Aren’t you gonna help me dye it?”

“Me?” he scowled.

“Well, it was your idea!”

“Alright,” he shrugged and went back inside.

You walked to the bathroom as you read the instructions, and Daryl pretended to be listening carefully as he pulled random things out of the box, wondering what they where for.

“Why is this shit all sticky?” he asked with a grimace.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to touch that,” you said. “That’s why there are gloves inside.”

Daryl wiped whatever he had touched on his vest and shook his hand to get rid of it.

You leaned over the sink and let water run through your hair, that had been the first step in the instructions.

“Now, mix those two and shake the container,” you told Daryl, pointing at the bottles that he had pulled out of the packaging.

He opened one of the bottles, the one with the dye, and smelled it. He pulled it away and grimaced.

“Smells like shit,” he said.

“Why would you even smell it?” you laughed at his face.

He proceeded to do as you had said, and handed you the final product.

“But…” you didn’t grab the bottle he was giving you. “I can’t really see my head from behind, so I won’t know what parts I’m not covering. Could you do it?”

You lied, all you wanted was Daryl to touch your hair and stay there with you.

He scowled, and you knew you were hurting his manhood by asking him that.

“No,” he said.

“Please?” you smiled sweetly, and he gave you an exasperated look. “Pretty please?”

He looked at you for a moment, picturing how you would look with a new hair colour, and that was something he couldn’t miss.

“Alright,” he gave in.

Daryl squeezed the bottle and the dye hit you so harshly that some of it went through your hair and hit your neck.

“Uh, sorry,” he said as he wiped it off your neck and roughly smeared it on your scalp, pulling your hair —and face— back.

“Did you put the gloves on?” you asked.

“What gloves?”

“The ones that came in the package,” you chuckled, knowing he had not put the gloves on.

“Why? Is this toxic or something?”

“I don’t think so, but your hands are gonna be pink for like a week.”

“Oh,” he looked down at his hands. “Fuck.”

Daryl finished spreading the dye on your hair, and your ears, and some on your neck.

“Now, we have to wait like half an hour until it sets,” you said, looking at yourself on the mirror.

Daryl rushed to the sink and pushed you to the side; he rinsed his hands, and pink water went down the drain, but his hands were still pink.

“It’s not coming off!”

“I told you to wear the gloves!”

“No, you didn’t! You told me until I had all this pink shit on my hands!” he kept trying to scrape the dye off. “Fuck, I even scratched my goddamn nose!”

He was right, he had a pink spot on his nose.

Half an hour went by quickly, you were having too much fun watching Daryl desperately trying to get his hands back to their original colour.

“So, all we have to do now is rinse it, and I’ll have pink hair!” you said with excitement, and even if Daryl wasn’t happy about his pink hands and nose, he was excited about your hair as well.

You leaned over the sink again and let the water wash off the dye, while Daryl leaned on the doorway, waiting for the results.

“So… How do I look?” you turned around to face Daryl.
“It’s… Really pink,” was all he said. You were a little disappointed at his response.

“I know, but how do I look?”

“You look…” he searched for the word to say. He wanted to say ‘gorgeous’, or ‘stunning’, or even a classic ‘beautiful’, but he almost shook his head at the mere thought of saying that to your face. “Pretty.”

He felt like his face was burning from saying that, his cheeks felt on fire.

You smiled, and felt like you were blushing yourself.

He was about to walk out of the bathroom, when you went to him and got on your toes, you placed your hands on his shoulders and pecked the pink spot on his nose.

“Thanks,” you smiled and walked away.

Daryl was still standing at the doorway, so he could see himself in the mirror. Now he was certain that his face was red, and that way his nose didn’t look so pink. He smiled faintly, remembering what had just happened. Daryl went back to his room, knowing that risking his life for that little box of hair dye had definitely worth it.

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Ok so I was really close to the speakers so I couldn’t really get any videos with good sound quality (I might have a couple clips that are redeemable but no full songs, sorry) so here are some pictures of the boys (including Jawn). You can probably expect some more after I go through everything I took! -Char

DeLiteful rain

(the file name for this was “rooni dazlib btw)

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So, I posted earlier that I received my SS Arigatou Anthology and I promised I’d do a “review” post later on. I actually wasn’t expecting to receive my copy until midway March or so because that’s what it said on the website I used to track my book. Just imagine how surprised I was when the mailman knocked on my door and I looked like a fuckin’ mess as I just got out of bed then. Anyways, I’m just glad it’s finally here!!!

The book cover itself is like thin cardboard. It definitely has that doujinshi vibe and feel to it. It’s pretty thick too, so I guess for an anthology that’s 138 pages that’s a plus. There’s barely any text found on the cover page besides the title. On the back there’s a list of all the participating doujinshi artists, which I for one, am familiar with many because I can recognise their art styles. Overall 21 artists contributed their doujinshis to form this anthology. 

The doujinshi also includes a bonus coloured poster drawn by MAKA. The poster is attached to the book, between the cover and the contents page, and I wouldn’t want to risk taking it out and stick it on my wall. The fanart is really nice to look at even with the two folds (the poster is double the size of the book).

The paper they used to construct the anthology is in my opinion, high quality. It doesn’t feel cheap at all, so that’s another plus. It’s kinda slightly thicker than the standard normal white paper (the paper used is a bit gray too). I don’t know if my phone (which I used to take photos of) picks up on it. Also I’m sorry if the pictures are a bit blurry! My phone’s kinda old.


EDIT: My internet decided to be a bitch and deleted all of the pictures I uploaded and stuff I typed after the picture below and I’m annoyed so I’m just gonna summarise the whole post.

Here, you can see the apple scene is referenced.

Same goes for the hospital scene… I feel like, for some reason a lot of us SS shippers wanted a hospital scene with Sasuke and Sakura. 

A parody of Hinata and Naruto’s date. Sasuke borrows a magazine from Sai. The main topic of the story revolves around what not to do with your date. Sasuke sees Sakura wearing a miniskirt and gets all flustered and embarrassed.

In this story here, Naruto catches Sasuke staring at Sakura while smiling.

Sarada is really curious…

Sasuke introduces Sarada to Kakashi. Sarada adorably fails to pronounce Kakashi’s name and Kakashi tries to stifle his laugh.

Sarada calls for her papa while patting his cheek…

Sasuke refers to Sakura as mama to Sarada. I think this is one of the cutest scenes ever in the anthology!

These are two different stories but they reference the scene in Sakura Hiden with Sasuke saying “I’m back” (tadaima) to Sakura. It seems to me this part in the novel is really popular.

Sarada calls for her mama so she can hold her hand. Sakura says Sarada must love her very much. Sarada also calls for her papa.

Her intentions are made clear as she wanted both of her parents to hold hands ahahaha she’s so cute~

There’s a bunch of “thank you” scenes too! But I only decided to upload two ahahaha sorry guys!!

“itterasshai/ittekuru” is what you say when you’re leaving home for the moment. I love how they included these scenes (obviously another reference to SS) with how Sasuke ‘views’ Sakura as home. I think it’s a great addition.


I think all the SS doujinshi artists handled Sasuke and Sakura as well as their relationship really well. They did a lot of references to special moments that occurred at the manga and I just… I really love it! I’m so happy and I feel special to be one of the people to own this anthology.

The only downside I can see is that they didn’t include any stories of Sasuke and Sakura getting married when in the cover of the anthology the main focus are adult Sasuke and Sakura wearing traditional wedding garbs. It’s a bit misleading and it’s kinda odd once you realise it but it’s probably just me.

I’d like to thank all the doujinshi artists who participated on this anthology. Everyone’s artworks and stories are well done; I know I didn’t post all of them because my laptop or the internet at the moment is taking awhile to fully load the pictures I took. They’re not great quality pictures either so I’ll probably take better ones later on, or if anyone asks. 

Thank you for reading up to this point and checking out my post!! I’d honestly recommend every SasuSaku shippers to get this doujinshi because I think it’s worth it and it did well on “filling in the gaps” over what happened during the blank period. It goes to show how creative SS shippers really are :)

Memories - |Jeon Jungkook|

Genre: Fluff and Drabble?

Pairings: Jungkook x reader

Summary: Jungkook got a camera for his birthday, and he is always either filming or taking pictures of you, his girlfriend, because he just wants to save the beautiful times he has with you.

Word Count: 363

Author’s Note: I intended for this to be a imagine, but it became a little long so now it’s drabble, still hope people like it.

Originally posted by jeonwilds


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This is my Young Gods Glamour page, adapted from @witchoncampus ‘s Godly Beauty Glamour, which I think I remember turning into a bath spell… it’s been a long time. I liked the idea of bath magic for beauty glamours because instead of a charm you can take on and off, you’re steeping yourself in it. 

Red, for lust, love, sex, passion, desire, and power. A picture I drew to illustrate what I would look like as a goddess. 

My grimoire is in an old book that I used to use for pressing flowers. What I really love about it is finding hidden messages and found poems, and especially the scrapbook-esque quality my book took on.

 I found the masculine version (also by witchoncampus? I honestly can’t remember, someone please correct me) and loved it because I have a lot of male witch friends who need this sort of boost.  This spell ended up being particularly powerful. Like so powerful that when Alex did it, they had to break it soon afterwards. People were falling over them. For me, I’ve noticed I also need to do an anti-obliviousness spell, because it totally works. HARD. But it’s especially difficult for me to tell. Which is almost comical. It can help me turn my boyfriend into a blubbering mess with a look though, so all in all, mission accomplished ;)

-Charlotte

Okay guys so I did a thing.

I love having pretties on the lock screen of my phone but every time I find I picture I like it doesn’t work as a wallpaper, because the head will be right where the clock is. Either that or the picture will just be too small to use if you want it to have any kind of quality. And I really wanted to have this Harry and Matt pic. So I took my (VERY basic) Photoshop skills and just… added to the top so the clock will go there and I can have all the pretty below instead. It’s not a masterpiece but it looks pretty good on my iPhone 6. I figured I’d share it here in case someone else is struggling with this problem and doesn’t mind amateur editing. So… like if you save and/or use?

smowkie  asked:

"#also i am thirsty for some ballerina!Stiles #like secret dancer Stiles that nobody except scott knew he practice twice a week" I mean, I dont think anyone would mind if you wrote a fic or a headcanon about it... just saying. ;) ♥ (ilu and I've missed you, but i hope you had a great time and that you're doing well despite the world being horrible and people like trump & pence existing)

Here my dear :) I tried! This was written really fast during the night, so I’m sorry for the crappy quality. Hope you enjoy this little headcanon anyway :D

Originally posted by englishballetandtea

Originally posted by redfar

(Thank you to the great Sergei Polunin, who will always be the perfect dancer!Stiles to me. You can find one of his video here. Enjoy :p)


There was a black and white picture at his nana’s house, small and slightly crooked, lost in an old frame. Stiles was only a kid when his grandmother took it off the piano to show to him for the first time.  
The girl inside the picture was tiny, thin, with dark hair severely pulled back in a tight bun. Her face was turned to the side, her arms held high over her head in a graceful arch. She was wearing a tutu but the other details of her silhouette were blurred into yellow hues by the years.

Fascinated, Stiles sat near his nana and listened to stories of her youth in Russia. Of cold winters and women with warm blood and laughter. Of the peaceful studio with its dark wood and unending mirrors, and of the beautiful girls and boys that worked there every day to turn their bodies into art.
His nana kept getting more pictures out of old books, clips of newspapers in an unknown language or beautifully lit shots of dancers on stage. In the photographs, she was only a young girl, frail and beautiful and flying with the grace of a bird.

That’s how it all started.

In his nana’s living room, with her standing tall and proud on her old, damaged feet. At seventy years, she still looked tiny and weak, but she spun him around the room without effort, her feet quick and light. Her white hair floated and her smile was the most beautiful thing Stiles had ever seen.
On the sofa, his dad was clumsily trying to hum some classic melody, all eagerness and no rhythm. His mom laughed at them all and clapped, her enthusiasm and happiness intoxicating the room.

At five years old, Stiles bought his first ballet shoes. They were tiny, shiny and pink, and they didn’t make a sound when he walked shyly into Ms Muller’s dance studio. The wood in the room was bright and glossy, and light spilled all over the floor from gigantic windows. They were only seven other kids in the room, and all of them were girls.

Stiles didn’t care.

Ms Muller’s hands were strict and demanding, never treating them like the children they were, but her voice was warm and full of compliments. The weeks passed, and while Stiles started to tame his body into the foundations of grace, his brain stopped trying so hard to pull him in every direction at once.

In the studio, in the middle of the terse French words, the glittering music and the soft sounds of slippers on wood, Stiles discovered for the first time what peace felt like.
 

At seven, he swirled on the playground, arms held high in the air like his nana’s pictures. A kid pushed him hard into the mud with a sneer before calling his other friends to laugh at him.
From there on, Stiles decided to keep his love for ballet and his school life separate.
 
Scott was the only point of intersection. From the first moment they met, Scott was sincerely interested. He came to many of Stiles’ practices, sitting quietly in a corner of the studio and looking at them with big, brilliant eyes. Ms Muller often tried to convince him to join but Scott always refused, blushing and babbling excuses about his asthma.
The girls still got him to dance with them sometimes, dragging him along to join them in silly warming exercises. Scott once received Ms Muller’s congratulations on his fourth position and Scott had beamed at midair for three days straight.
 
Then, Stiles’ mom left them after months of terror and tears.
And Stiles danced.
 
He danced in the studio, in the dirt of the forest, between the suffocating walls of his room.
He danced for hours, pushing, bending his body.
He twirled fast enough to keep the world spinning, jumped high enough to keep breathing, learned to bow low enough to keep from breaking.
At night, his feet bled, his knees screamed in constant pain and his body turned into one big hurt.

But his mind was blank and he was able to sleep.
 
He didn’t dare ask for more.


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Say cheese!

Totally forgot to mention - it was suggested to me that I have my picture taken with my husband and the girls at a park and have it framed for each of the girls as a remembrance of our time as a family. I loved the idea but took it a step further and looked into getting a pro photographer or hobbyist to take some nice quality candids. (We have maybe three pictures of the girls and us together… I am way overweight so not a fan of seeing me in photos. But the girls always say it doesn’t matter so I decided to suck it up and suck it in.)

I got some recommendations and someone suggested this really good pro photographer who is having a “Pay What You Can” experiment this month. My budget is way low and I looked at her usual fees and felt embarrassed at how low my offer was. After answering a few questions about us and the reason for the pics, this lovely woman contacted me within an hour and said she would love to be our photographer! I couldn’t believe it.  We are doing this tomorrow at a still-to-be-determined location about 45 minutes north of us. Thrilled, nervous. Psyched.

anonymous asked:

You know how the guys take sleeping pills on the road??? What if Danny took ambien for the first time on tour and it turned into something straight from r/ambien

i love r/ambien so thank u for this

Ive never taken ambien myself

but i have gotten high many times so this is based on a true story of something i did while i was high

i have some weird stories of shit ive done while high

i also have pictures of what this was based on and theyre really shitty quality pics of me with whipped cream smeared on my jeans as my friends lick it off

[PRINTABLE] Seventeen Pastel Tumblr Stickers!

Let’s start the week with a little throwback! For those of you who went to Shining DIamonds Fanmeet here in Manila last year, August 14th 2016, you may have snagged a couple of these freebies from me at the venue. Now, I thought about sharing these stickers for you because I realized I still have a copy of the designs a year later!

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Scarlet Fox OC Review

This was a request received from arandomcinnamonroll on Tumblr.

I’m really sorry that it’s taken me so long to do this. It only took me about 80 years to get around to it T-T.

Starting off with the looks: This isn’t bad, but there are a few things that catch my eye first: 1. The quality of the picture isn’t the best, and we understand that not everyone can get their hands on a scanner. There are several scanner apps that you can download on your phone that help you take better pictures and will eliminate the shadow also, so I suggest downloading one of those. 2. Compared to the rest of the body her head looks TINY and she has no neck. We have several tutorials in CC’s deviantart favorites folder for drawing heads that would really help you out with this.

BASICS

Full Name: Scarlet “Scar” Fox

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Race: English

Voice: Low and gruff. She has a manly soldier voice.

Height: 5′11

Life Style: Poor (What does this mean?? This isn’t the kind of thing you put in one of these little categories, Especially if all you’re going to say is something like “poor”. Save this for the backstory where you can explain.)

Place of Birth: London, England

Where They Live Now: London, England

RELATIONSHIPS

Known Family Members:

Father (Deceased) (Can we get a name for him?)

Relationship With Family:

Scarlet never met her mother as a child. She always looked up to her father as a role model. Scarlet’s father was an assassin and taught her everything she knows now. When Scar was 17, her father was shot an killed, leaving her on her own. She decided to take a job as an assassin, in honour of her dad.

Friends/Best Friends: None

Partner: None

Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Specific Attractions: None

Romantic Experience: None

Sexual Experience (I’d assume any sexual experiences would be listed with Romantic, so this isn’t necessary.) None

SKILLS

What They’re Good At: Scar is amazing with a gun. Most of the time, she never misses a shot, though there are times where she can slip up and miss.

School/Career: Assassin

Hobbies: There are times that Scarlet will draw and sometimes she will bake something but that’s very rare (If it’s rare, then it’s not really a hobby and doesn’t need to go here.)

PERSONALITY AND CHARACTER (Someones character is there personality.)

Introvert or Extrovert?: Introvert. She’s always liked being alone. Silence helps her concentrate.

Strengths: Scar is sly and quite (Do you mean quiet?). You’ll never notice her there. She’s extremely strong and quick.

Flaws/Weaknesses: She’s cold and mean. It’s hard to crack her so that’s why no one tries to. Scar’s very strict and demanding. If someone were to ever get to know her, they’d know that she’s actually really sensitive but due to her strict past, she hides it so she doesn’t seem weak.

Goals: Scar plans to become a great assassin like her father once was. Scar wants to feel like she has pleased her dad.

FINAL THOUGHTS:

Starting off with the looks: Like I said earlier, downloading some kind of scanner app would do wonders for the quality of this picture, and fixing the anatomy in the face would really help. Possibly adding some kind of a background would also help this picture pop more.

Moving on to the bio: The big thing I want to say is that you have no backstory, and that’s really important for any character. There are a lot of things you could do with a backstory for a character in her line of work, so I suggest you try to work on one. Besides that, the only thing I can think of for you to add right now would be a proper “Appearance” section. I know we can clearly see what her skin color and hair color is from the picture, but having an Appearance section helps us see things you haven’t given us in the picture. Does she have a permanent tilt to her nose due to breaking it multiple times in training with her dad? Has her life as an assassin left her with any scars? (See what I did there?)


This character belongs to arandomcinnamonroll on Tumblr.

~Muffin

Manga for the Servamp-Anime Party Volume 9 Special

[SERVAMP-ANIME-CELEBRATION]
Mahiru: Today we celebrate, that you all can see us soon in anime form! [Ha Ha!]
Mahiru: Thank you for all your support! [Im so excited!]
Kuro: Bewitch yourself from me even in the anime….[Miauuu…] It will be a really peaceful and relaxing anime…
Mahiru: [?!] Shut up! Thats not even right!!

//Translator note: To match the 1:1 translation here is quite difficult. I hope its alright that way… And Mahiru looks really cute in this panel xD//

Mahiru: Its a modern Fantasy-Battle-Story about a high school student Mahiru Shirota, who makes a contract with a vampire and while he fights, he growths beyond himself(?)…!! //T.N: Not sure how to translate…//
Kuro: You are really dramatizing it….
Mahiru: Im not!
(Left:)
Misono: I heard, that Im the main character in the anime! Im looking forward to it!
//T.n: You would have been… if they did not skipped the Lust arc. <_</ //
TADAAAH!

Mahiru: Who said THAT?!
Lily: Im worried, if Misono and I will fit in the same picture… [Because of the high difference…] //T.n: LoL//
Misono: WHAT?!

Tetsu: Should I give you a shoulder ride… hm…? [Why are you suddenly so big…?]
Misono: Shut up!! In the anime Im just a little bit bigger!! [Somehow like this right now!!]
[ >:< That definitley wont happen.]

//T.n: Yeah. I definitley ship them…//

(Left:)
TADAAAH
Lawless: Hey, in the anime we two will definitly get the main roles!
Mahiru: Why does everyone want to steal my main role?! [You two will get it definitley NOT!]
Licht: In the anime, where I play the main role, Im followed by sweet cats, so I seem even brighter in my appearence….
Mahiru: That would be like a complete another story?!

//T.n: Kuro on lichts head <3//

Licht: And why that…? Because Im an angel!
Lawless: Licht-tan, you are really a superduper-angel!! Im so excited to do the Angelpose in the anime!!
Licht: Shut up, Dirt/Shitty-Hedgedog!
Mahiru: I have no idea wheter that really will happen?! And why am I the only one, who has like no idea what will really happen!!??

(Left:)
Sakuya: I heard, it will be an anime about Mahirus and my wonderful school life
Tsubaki: What should that be? Who wants to see something like that?!
Sakuya: I! //T.N: I! Whole SakuxMaki fandom: We!//
Tsubaki: Thats so booooring…[he really means it!] or more like scary… [Uwaah…]

Tsubaki: Will it not be an anime, where I eat sweets, while the camera shows me in a sexy side angel? [So it seems like Im saying: Do you want something too…?]
 //T.n: I would watch every episode. Every 24 of it.//

Mahiru: That dont even deal with vampires anymore! [And you can do THAT youself!]
Mikuni: The anime-adaption…? So finally you all can hear my wonderful voice. [Certainly, I will have a wonderful entrance.]
//T.n: He really has one of my fav. voice actors <3//
Mahiru: Mikuni… I dont even know whetever you will make an appaerance or not…
Mikuni: [Of course I will appaer!] What kind of nonsense are you talking about! 

Mikuni: We all are excited for Abels wonderful voice, arent we? <3 Abel? <3
[What are you saying…? You are excited too.]
Mahiru: Hai, Hai, Abel (aka Mikuni Alisuin), right! Eh… What? [What are you babbling about? Thats only a doll?!]

(Left:)
Kuro: So… after we all had a bit fun… [Hopp…]
Shield: We all tricked you!
Mahiru: Hey! Stopp it!! That was not meant to be funny! The anime will really come and I will be the main character!
Mahiru: Please everyone, be excited!

The Anime will really come! Please watch it everyone.
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So… From Volume 9 there are two extra left, but they wont take that long to translate…
Im so sorry that you all must switch between text and picture but i dont really know how to scanlate and which programms I need… >_<
Hope you are okay with that. I even took the two pages and splitted them, so you all can follow better…The photo quality raised a bit… And I hope you dont mind my Translator Notes. It helped me to calm myself while translating :’D

And thanks for all the reblogs and likes I got!! Its my first time doing that all, and maybe all of you noticed that my english is not the best, but still were so kind to overlook these things <3 (When you find big mistakes i dont mind if you tell me them, so i can fix it!!) Love ya all!!