i tried something different with the sizes

Bracelet Commissions

Okay so I’m pretty much broke

And I refuse to ask for money because of internalized issues that make is impossible for me to request help no matter how much I need it. So I’m going to try and earn money. But since I can’t do the usual thing which is drawing the only thing I have is jewery. Specifically wrap style bracelets. The following are a few examples 

These are the oldest two I have. They’re not very good but give you an idea of the design. These are double wraps so they go around your wrist twice. The one on the right is faceted Citrine and non-faceted Aventurine. On the left is what I believe is Turquoise and maybe a Red Jasper and silver toned spacers. I can’t recall it’s been years since I made these. These beads are very small, 4mm I believe. 

The first triple wrap I made, it’s very bulky, the stones being 8mm. The cord is leather and the meta spacers are simple pewter. The stones are Aqua Terra Imperial Jasper and something that looks like but isn’t Larimer. I suspect a dyed howlite or the likes. 

One of the two most recent ones I made, you can see I’ve gotten better. Malachite, Red Jasper, Lapis Lazuli and Onyx with silver toned spacers. Also a triple wrap. The beads are all 6mm rounds

This one was made for a friend and was something I’d never tried before, different shaped beads working together. It did turn out pretty well for something I’d never done before but I can’t swear to the size of the beads. But it’s made of three different shaped garnet beads and unakite bars. It’s also a triple wrap. 

A comparison shot of the size of bead. 

The above are not actually for sale. These are custom made and sized for my wrist and as such won’t fit anyone else. 
I am, however, looking to make some for others who want some. They won’t be cheap as materials aren’t inexpensive but it’s something I actually enjoy doing and I’m hoping to make just enough money off of them to say I’m making SOMETHING. 


Pricing 

The bracelets will be priced according to how many wraps as each time around is essentially enough material to make another bracelet. 

  • Single wrap - $30
  • Double wrap - $40
  • Triple wrap - $50

I’m only really charging for materials here as my time isn’t worth a whole lot to me and I’m going to be sucking up the cost of shipping. Remember my prices are all in Canadian as well so if you’re american then you’re getting a deal. As well, I may give you a deal if you pick from the list of materials I currently have on hand as opposed to something I need to go out and acquire

Materials

The following is a list is everything I currently have on hand.  

  • pearls of a vaguely round shape (purple, teal, pink, olive green, lilac, gold and some kinda pastel peacock thing)
  • faceted goldstone tires 8mm
  • faceted amethyst tires 8mm
  • faceted amethyst rounds 6mm
  • unakite rounds 8mm
  • faceted fluorite tires 6mm
  • fluorite rounds 4 and 6mm
  • faceted and unfaceted clear quartz rounds 6mm
  • garnet rounds 4mm
  • faceted carnelian tires 4mm
  • kyanite flat rounds 6mm
  • peridot flat rounds 4mm

These are materials I can acquire. They are all non faceted rounds

  • smokey quartz 6mm 8mm
  • lapis lazuli 6mm 8mm
  • blue jasper 8mm
  • jade 6mm 8mm
  • sodalite 4mm 8mm
  • fluorite 6mm
  • purple banded agate 6mm
  • aqua terra imperial jasper 8mm
  • rhodonite 8mm
  • imperial red jasper 6mm
  • matt red jasper 4mm 6mm 8mm
  • mookaite 6mm 8mm
  • red tigers eye 4mm 6mm 8mm
  • black agate 6mm 8mm
  • malachite 8mm
  • chrysoprase 8mm
  • azurite 6mm 8mm 
  • turquoise 6mm

If you have any real interest, please message me. We can talk about the details and work something out. I can send photos of the materials I have to make sure you like them. 

Also, if you’d be willing to reblog this, that would be great. Maybe someone out there is interested. 

Since I’ve hit 250 followers lately, I decided to make something special for all of you. I would never thought that there will be so many people who like my blog and CC that I create. I enjoy this lovely feeling inside my little heart so much and I hope that it won’t leave me soon :) So, I tried something different than a recolor and I made a crop top without a mesh, what would definitely not happen without a very helpful tutorial-ish by amazing @citrontart. My top isn’t very perfect, because when you change the chest’s size the stripes move also and sometimes it makes pretty weird effect (if you know what I mean), but I think it’s not a big deal :) 

Feel free to recolor, but please, include a link back to this post. Thank you!

TOU:

  • You are not allowed to re-upload my CC/Sims.
  • Do not claim my CC/Sims as your own.
  • Tag me if you use any of my creations. I would love to see them in your game!

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my March for Science sign ideas

I am a designer IRL and I wanted to share some sign ideas with the world. Since different approaches work with different people, I tried to cover the gamut between directions that are alternately jokey, serious, philosophical, and pointed. You might hate some, you might like some.

If you see something you like: steal it — make your own version of it — improve on it. Or, if you think all these are crap, come up with an kickass idea of your own that make these look pathetic in comparison.

But if you want to use these as-is, be my guest. You can find PDF versions on Google Drive. These are all sized to 20” x 32”. (My thought was that 40” x 32” is a common foam core size so dividing it in half would be a good way to optimize material — 2 signs per sheet).

Perfect  [ T.H ]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Hii! Can I request something with Tom Holland? The reader is a plus size girl and they like each other, way more than friends do, but every time Tom’s tries to tell her, she changes the subject bc he’s Tom Holland and she’s afraid that he’s kidding bc she thinks it’s impossible for someone be in love with her. In the end lots of kisses and fluff?

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1226

A/N: I. Am. So. Sorry. This. Took. So. Long. Also, I really hope this is alright for the anon who wrote this! I feel as if it did come out slightly different in the end and that my writing for this also just wasn’t great. 

Tom held your hand softly as the two of you walked through the overgrown grass of the park beside his home. The silence between you was eating at him alive and all he wanted was to speak his mind about how he felt towards you.

The two of you were already practically dating and the feelings that you felt towards each other were painfully obvious but you shied away every time Tom tried to talk about whatever it was that had been brewing between you. There was always an excuse for you to get away from the conversation.

You didn’t want to hear it from him. In fact, you were afraid of hearing it from him. You weren’t like the other girls he hangs around - at least that’s what you thought. To you, they were more beautiful. They were just more. The only thing that differentiates you from them was that they were all much skinnier. You were pretty adamant on the fact that Tom doesn’t feel anything that he says he feels for you and you were also pretty damn sure you were the butt of some sick joke he may have been playing.

But that was nowhere near true. Sure, you may be bigger than other girls but by no means did that mean you weren’t beautiful. You are beautiful. You are so much more than beautiful and just because you weren’t as thin as the other girls you see in magazines or on TV doesn’t mean that they’re any better any more beautiful than you are.

“I need to talk to you about something. You can’t-you can’t try and change the topic this time,” Tom sighs, readjusting his grip on your hand. He was honestly growing tired of you dodging the conversation that you know you need to have. “Just hear me out, yeah?”

You sigh, your eyes dropping to the grass. It was almost softer than your pillow underneath your feet, the grass tickling the exposed skin of your ankles. You were pretty much in love with Tom, there was no question about that. It was known to you that you would have to tell him, whether or not he really does like you back the same way and the thought ate away at your insides every single time you had managed to get away from this very discussion.

“What are we?” Tom sighs, “I mean, we’re basically dating right? I just - I really like you Y/N. I - I’m even in love with you and here you are, avoiding any sort of finalisation between us. I know that you feel what I feel. And I want, no, I need more than anything for you to be mine and for me to be yours. I need to hear something from you. I need your confirmation before we become something new. I need to know that you want this just as bad as I do.”

Tom’s eyes held a sincerity that went unnoticed by you. And if only you had glanced up to meet his gaze for a mere second, every single doubt you had may have just washed away. But, as he spoke you had dared not made direct eye contact with him incase it brought your nightmares to life. It would have been too painful for you to have seen anything in his brown eyes that contradicted the words that he had said.

“Say something. Please.” Tom almost whimpers. His eyebrows are furrowed as you don’t lift your head, hiding the tears that forcefully well up in your eyes from his view. You didn’t want him to see you crying.

There was an ache in your chest. No way could he mean that, right?

“Are you - are you lying, Tom? Be honest with me, please. I just–”

 “Why would I lie? How could you even think that, Y/N?” Tom was taken aback by your accusation. He was completely flabbergasted. He didn’t understand why you thought he was lying because it just didn’t make sense. His breath caught in his throat as you muttered your next words.

“I’m not good enough for you, Tom. All the other girls, they’re all so-”

“Don’t say that. Don’t even say it.”

“Why, Tom? It’s true. You could be with someone so much better for you than me. Someone more beautiful, someone just as perfect as you are. Why wouldn’t this be a joke?” You reply. Tears were slowly making their journey down your cheeks by now. The idea of hiding them completely slipped you as you moved your gaze to meet his own.

“It’s not true. None of it. How could you even say that? How could you even think that I would want to be with anyone else just because you think you aren’t as beautiful as you? Dammit, how could you even say that–that you aren’t as beautiful as any other girl?”

Tom was flustered, his cheeks painted pink as a berry. Ragged breaths left him as he awaited your answer, his heart beating at a mile’s worth per second. He just didn’t understand.

“I-I’m not like the other girls you hang out with Tom. I’m bigger, I’m just not as well, as beautiful as you deserve. I can’t give you what they can. The press already make their comments about how I’m not what the other girls are.” You stop for a minute, your words floating through the air that’s thick with tension and unspoken emotions.

“You’re so perfect, Tom,” You carry on, “I’m not.”

“So what if your not thin? You’re still the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my damn life. And yes, I do spend time with beautiful people but none of them can compare to you. None of them. You shine, you make me-you make me feel so damn different. You don’t need to give me anything except for your love. And for fuck’s sake, anyone who says or thinks otherwise can deal with me.” Tom’s eyes welled with tears, the both of you standing facing one another. Tom’s hands grip each of your shoulders, his eyes piercing into your own.

You could see in his eyes, that he meant everything he had told you. He did love you. And it hurt him so much that you didn’t see what he saw. It hurt that you thought you weren’t good enough, that you weren’t as beautiful. Tom’s heart ached and all he wanted to do was treat you to everything this world and any other could offer. He wanted you to have it all, he wanted you to feel like the princess you are to him.

You’re perfect.” Tom rests his forehead on yours as he whispers, “You’re so fucking perfect and you have no idea what you do to me.

“Tom,” You mutter, the feeling of his breath on your face sent shivers down your spine. His eyelids flutter, his eyes sparkling under the angle of light coming from the sun. Every doubt you had about yourself disappeared as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close to him as possible. “I love you.”

“God, I love you.” His lips meet your own for a brief second, your lips tingling from the lack of warmth that you had felt. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he leaned down to place his lips on yours once more. “I love you so much.”

anonymous asked:

I cannot stop day dreaming about Olivers bday party. It prob going to be at the loft. Of course everyone else will leave first, 'giving them the room. When he finally goes to leave I NEED Felicity to get up on her tip toes and kiss him on the cheek whispering "Happy Birthday" and then I just want him to say fuck it and kiss her. REALLY kiss her. And scoop her up and go upstairs. And at some point, whisper the words, "I want to come home." Then I can die happy. Or just be dead. Whichever.

Anon, you beautiful soul!! Way to go guessing the loft! I don’t know what I did to deserve this, because I NEVER get messages like this one, so thank you. Ugh, my heart is so very full from the picture you’ve given me that I ended up writing a *short* spec fic about it. (Based on recent spoilers, I know most of what I have written here ain’t gonna happen; but alas, I started this fic last month and wanted to finish it anyway. My Oliver deserves a happy spec fic on his birthday.)

Here’s my new favorite photo to set the stage. LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY ARE. I’M FINE.

xxx

“NO!”

Felicity’s cry echoes across the expanse of the loft, her words bouncing off its high ceilings, sending all party guests into an unprecedented silence.

Oliver stills, every fiber in his body already tightening, already on edge, ready to pounce to protect her if need be– He relaxes a little when he realizes Felicity is not, in fact, reacting to any sort of danger. Instead, she stares with wide, horrified eyes at the knife he’s still gripping, hovering over the direct center of the cake. The cake he was just instructed to cut himself. The cake covered in exactly 32 little plastic arrows, all pointing towards the center to form a giant O.

Yet he knows that look means trouble of a different sort…a Felicity-sized and always important portion of concern.

“What’s wrong?”

Oliver quickly makes eye contact with the rest of the group, just in case anyone’s picked up on something he’s missed. But everyone appears just as confused as he is by Felicity’s new state of peril.

Felicity visibly swallows as she slowly tiptoes towards him. She licks her lips once, hesitating before meeting his gaze; and he can practically see the wheels spinning behind her eyes, as she calms herself down and tries to explain.

“I just mean…you should have the corner piece, you know? Because it has more frosting. You like frosting, right? Everyone loves frosting.”

“Felicity…” He has no idea what she’s hiding, but he can tell something’s off.

“You know what? I’ll just cut the cake. I mean, you already do so much, the least I can do is cut you a piece of cake.” She’s taking the knife from him and already cutting off a corner piece, before he can even try to stop her, all the while muttering something to herself. He leans in a bit to try to hear, but Curtis and Quentin have resumed their conversation across the table, so all he catches is something along the lines of “What was I thinking…”

God, if only he knew. He’s spent years learning to understand what Felicity Smoak says, let alone trying to make sense of what could possibly be going on inside that beautiful head of hers.

“There. That is your piece.”

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simon imagine - the ring.

REQUESTED:  “Adorable imagine idea! You and Si are dating and he sometimes likes to give you his family ring to wear and it makes him really happy and clingy and the boys freak when they see you wearing it? Or maybe the fans? Something like that :DLove your work!”

“You’re pretty,” he said, his deep blue eyes looking down at me.

“So are you.” I replied. 

I rested my head on his shoulder. His grip around my small frame tightened from beneath me, where I was sitting on top of him innocently, as I reached for the remote. As I absent mindedly flipped through channels Simon took my hand.

“Your hands are so tiny” he grinned. “You’re so small.”

“Wow Simon, no one has ever said that to me before.”

He pouted. “Sorry,” I smiled, kissing his cheek. “No more sarcasm.”

He played with my fingers, admiring the difference in size. He removed the ring from his pinky and slid it onto my left hand. He tried my index finger, however it sat loosely, not yet touching the skin. I shook my head. Simon loved to give me his family ring sometimes. Seeing something so important to him on me was exciting to him. It was almost a fetish: he would always ask that I wore it when it was just me and him. It wasn’t something the boys had ever seen, it was private. 

I moved the ring to my ring finger and he smiled.

“It’s like we’re engaged.”

“One day maybe.”

“You think about marrying me?” His eyes were pale as he stared at me intensely.

“Sometimes,” I answered honestly, twisting the jewellery round my finger. “But not until we’re like, older. Do you?”

“All the time. I would love to marry you.”

I pressed my lips to his. His smile could be felt against my face. 

“I swear, get a fucking room.” JJ groaned as he entered the room, flopping down on the sofa. I apologised before hiding my face in Simon’s neck. It was nice to know that he thought about marrying me. Truthfully, I thought about marrying him a lot. It wasn’t an option just yet - I was still paying off university debts, and Simon’s career was at an all time high - but one day, I couldn’t imagine anything better. 

“Y/N? Can you pass me the remote?” Jide’s shrill voice interrupted my thoughts.

I grabbed the controller, passing it in his direction. As our hands collided his jaw dropped.

“What?” I asked, however his shouts cut me off.

“YOU GUYS ARE ENGAGED?! OH MY GOD!”

Both Simon and I were pulled into a threeway hug. We looked at eachother and laughed.

“Jide, bro..” Simon pushed him away. “It’s my ring. You know, my grandma’s one?”

JJ’s face shrivelled in confusion.

“Not an engagement ring?”

“Not an engagement ring.” I giggled.

“You guys are arseholes! I got excited!”

He crossed his arms as Simon patted his shoulder.

“Don’t worry bro,” his voice lowered drastically. “Soon.”

I wanted to draw something for one of the most amazing Youtubers. I tried to include bigger lets play characters that had an impact in Jack’s life. It was interesting drawing all these characters, because they are all so different but inspiring :)

On the side note, can’t draw dragons so I have failed Spyro D: I think Trico may be a bit smaller but it was hard to keep the picture decent size with his actual size. I drew Flowey instead of any of the other Undertale characters because he was the most memorable voice acted that Jack did (not saying his other sucked it was the one people often thought of when they thought of a voice of Flowey) I also added a few non lets play characters/item. Like Sam of course, Spiderloaf, @pixlpit and I drew @wiishu as a cactus for two reasons, 1) she loves cactus and come one what’s not to love about cute little cactus?(or Wiishu for that matter) and 2) because I wanted to resent her in the drawing without leading away from the main focus (because we all know she would outshine everyone lol <3) I also put and extra special item in there ;)

Message for Jack down below (if he sees this):

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the equation of love (pt. 4)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9

→scenarioWhen you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

→genre: smut | fluff | angst

→word count: 9,841

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How Are You?

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Summary: “Talking to an old friend makes you realize how much your life has changed” -Unknown 

Pairing: none

Word Count:2,000ish words 

Warnings: mentions of getting bullied and parents splitting up. 

A/N: This was written for @lovemesomepie85 for her birthday which happened a couple of days ago. 

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When you were little you were always shy and stuck by yourself. Even through grade school and after your family moved to Dallas, Texas during your Junior year. That year you met someone who understood you and always protected you. He was there when you were getting bullied and when your parents decided that it was best to get a divorce. He was there to help you, hold you, and protect you from all harm. Over the years he had become like an older brother to you or well that was how it was in the beginning.


A couple of years ago you started to feel something more but you never told him. You were scared to tell him especially because he had everything going for him. He was doing what he loved and you definitely didn’t want to stop that or mess it up. Even now you still felt the same after not seeing him for a couple of years and moving away to another state, then to another country. You had moved to Australia for your job, you were a doctor. When you got there you met one of your closest friends, Sarah Fudge soon to be Shepparrd. She had taken you under her wing and showed you how everything was done in Australia. It wasn’t that hard to learn everything and you only had your fast learning abilities to thank for that. Australia was definitely different than America but you couldn’t have been happier, you were in a new place. But when you got the call from Sarah asking if you would come to California to help with last minute wedding details you decided it was time. You couldn’t stay away or run away from America forever and would have to probably face Jensen again. It would be hard if you tried because of Sarah’s fiancé, Mark, who was friends with Jensen.


A couple of days after the call and you had booked a flight you were on your way to spend time with your friend and new little niece. Sarah had sent you pictures and you couldn’t have been more in love with the little girl. But as soon as you were holding her those thoughts changed and you didn’t want to put her down. “So (Y/N) how is Woollahra without me” she asked and I sighed, “Everyone misses you, especially your parents” I told her and she nodded while smiling then we took off from the airport. “So Mark is at a convention this weekend, so if you want we could have a girls weekend while we plan the rest of Mark and I’s wedding” she told me after a while into the driving and you agreed. You loved those kinds of weekends with her because you would stay in and watch an action movie like Suicide Squad or Captain America. We would also drink a wine and sometimes forget the movie and just talk about anything. “You know (Y/N) I don’t understand why you always said you don’t like America, it is pretty nice” she told me and you smiled while thinking about Jensen. “I fell in love with someone and I never told them because I didn’t want to mess up anything that was going for them” you told her and she oh’ed. “Who was it” she asked and you smiled again while shaking your head. “I can’t, you might know him or something” you told her then went to the guest room that she had told you was now yours for whenever you visited. “You can’t just walk away from me with that” she told you while you started to go through your bookbag. You didn’t plan on staying for long so you packed a bookbag and that was it. You had learned to pack light because Sarah and you loved to go on day trips in Australia and you were in charge of packing one bag for the both of you. Those trips were easy to pack for since you both were the same size and wore the same style of clothes.  “Please tell me, I promise I won’t try to go looking for him” she told you while you finally choose something to wear but you stopped to look at her. “We both know that is a lie, you have tried that line before and still went looking” you told her and she sighed knowing that you were right. The only difference from then and now was that she had no idea it was Jensen Ackles one of her friends. When you had told her back when you lived together, you were intoxicated and were telling her wrong things like that his eyes were blue instead of candy apple green.


Once she had finally left the room, you changed into some comfy clothes then headed out to meet Sarah on the couch. She had already put in Suicide Squad, something you haven’t seen yet, and had gotten the wine and her wedding binder out. “So what are the plans” I asked her once you sat down and Isabella was in your lap. “I ordered Chinese, Mark should be picking it up for us and dropping it off” she told me and you froze. “Don’t worry though he has to go back out and won’t be back until after you leave, he just wanted to stop by and see us” she told you and you nodded. “Then once he stops by we will get to planning while the movie plays and I will get all of the dirt on Mr. Loverboy” she said while you sighed but nodded. When she was finished talking there was a knock at the door then someone stepped in who I recognized as Mark, you had seen him over Skype once or twice, and Jensen with someone else who was extremely tall. As soon as you looked at Jensen you booked it out of the room, silently hoping he didn’t see you. Once you got around the corner you slowed down a little bit and noticed you still had Isabella in your arms which made you gulp. “Who was that” you heard Jensen ask and you sighed, he was always curious and needed to know things. At least that was how it was with you, he always wanted to know who you were with or where you were going. He even scared away your prom date and you had to tag along with him and his high school sweetheart. Her name was Danneel and you were really close to her but once she moved back to Lafayette, Louisiana you lost contact with her. “Uh that was my friend from Australia, her name is uh (Y/M/N)” Sarah lied for you. “Don’t you mean (Y/N) honey” Mark asked and you peeped around the corner to see Sarah shaking her head at him with a look you knew very well. It was the shut-up-or-I’m-going-to-punch-you look, but the funny thing is that she never punches anyone. Well, she never punched you. “Didn’t you know a (Y/N) (Y/M/N) once” the tall man asked Jensen and you hid again then looked down at little Isabella who was starting to look a little unhappy. “Shh, Isabella, its okay” you whispered to her but she soon started to cry and you heard someone walking your way. “Jensen stop, I got it” Sarah started to tell him and you sighed but you were soon met with the green eyes that you came to love. “(Y-Y/N)” he stuttered while Sarah soon walked into the hallway where you had been hiding, “Oh” was all she said then walked out with Isabella in her arms since she had taken her from you to calm her down.


“Uh, hey, Jay, how are you” you asked and he laughed a little. “We go from speaking for hours on the phone to you leaving the country as soon as we stop and the first thing you say is hey, how are you” he asked and you nodded. “What else am I supposed to say” you asked and he sighed, “how about an ‘I missed you’” he told you. “I did. Also me leaving the country had nothing to do with you. My boss thought that it was better for me to go to Australia so I did” you told him and he nodded. “I missed you too” he told you after a minute of staring in (Y/E/C) and you smiled at him then pulled him in for a hug. After you pulled away you went into the living room where you and Sarah were once sitting and grabbed your wine then gulped it down. “Hey (Y/N), how are you” Mark asked after you walked over to where they were after you set your glass back down, “I’m fan-freaking-tastic” you told him and they all laughed a little which made you a little confused but you brushed it off after a couple of seconds of thinking. It was probably from the show since they all worked together on Supernatural. “Oh, I’m Jared by the way” the tall man told you and you turned towards him with a smile, “I’m (Y/N), it is nice to meet you” you told him then allowed him to pull you in for a hug which was really warm. It was almost as warm as Jensen’s. After a couple of minutes of talking the boys soon had to leave and you were left with Sarah to finish your girls night. “So I found out who Mr. Loverboy is” she told you playfully and you laughed. “I bet you did” you told her then grabbed a container of Chinese food and went over to the couch. Once you got there you plopped yourself on most of the couch then started to eat while Sarah went to put Isabella down. When she came back she was holding a blanket for the two of you to share and you took it from her so she could get her food. “So I was thinking” she started and you nodded sorta knowing where this was headed. “Yes” you asked hoping it wouldn’t be too crazy. “I was wondering if you wanted to move in here with Mark and I. We would love to have you and I’m sure Isabella would be happy to have her favorite aunt here as well. Also you can get to know Jensen again and maybe-” she went on and you finally cut her off. “I’d have to think about it but I don’t want to be a burden” you told her and she shook her head. “You wouldn’t be, Mark and I love you like your our little sister” she told you and you knew what she meant. You had only met Mark a few times but you had instantly clicked the first time you met so it didn’t matter. “I’ll think about it, I promise” you told her and she nodded.


After that, you both went back to work and soon enough it was nearing three in the morning and your phone had not stop buzzing. “You should really answer that” Sarah told you after your phone signaled that someone was calling you for what felt like the fifteenth time but really could have only been the seventh. “Alright, but after we clean up” you told her and she shook her head. “No, I got it. You go talk to whoever is calling you” she told you and you nodded then left the living room, heading towards the backyard. Once you got out there your phone started to ring and you answered it, “Hello, who is this” you asked. “Hey, best friend” you heard Jensen’s voice tell you and that started the talk.

It Just Happens (5/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language, alcohol consumption

A/N: What happens when you’re Steve Rogers’ assistant, one bad night for the both of you, and you end up at the bar drinking it away. What could go wrong with that?

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@iwillbeinmynest  @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @castielohcastiel @bellejeunefillesansmerci @dadysbuggy-blog-blog

Originally posted by jamesbhrnesvevo

A knock on your front door tells you Steve has arrived, Nat stands in your bedroom door way.

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Skyward Sword Shield Tutorial

So I made my shield for my Skyward Sword cosplay this weekend! I’m very happy with it and I wanted to show you the process!

What we’re making:

Reference pics are very important, make sure to find lots of them!

Materials

-Poster board
-Puzzle piece foam (Five Below, $3)
-Craft foam, different thicknesses
-Plastidip
-Acrylic paint
-something shaped like half spheres
-x-acto knife/box cutter

Step 1: Template

I always start with a paper template, no mayter what I make. I grabbed my poster board, folded it in half and drew half of my shield shape. It took me a few tries to get the size/shape right…but don’t give up! Eventually you’ll get something you like!

Step 2: The Base

Once I was happy with my template, I traced it on my piece of foam!

Step 3: The Frame

Using a second piece of the same foam and my template, I drew the shape of the frame and cut it out.

Then I glued the frame to the base and covered it in plastidip.

Once it was dry, I sprayed the whole thing in blue spray paint.

At this point, I wanted to add a curve to it before I got too far, so I used my heat gun to give it a little bit of a curve.

Next I covered the blue part and sprayed the frame with silver

Step 4: The Pretty Things

For the Triforce and the rest of the details I used craft foam in different thicknesses, painted with acrylic paints.

For the Hylian crest, I found an image on goggle and brought it into illustrator to resize it to my liking, then printed it.

Next I cut it out with an x-Acto knife to make a stencil.

Then all I had to do was fill it in with red paint and voila!

For the half-spheres I found these glasses with creepy eyes…they had the perfect shape spheres though so I sprayed them with plastidip and silver paint.

Step 5: The Back

For the back, I had 2 layers, first was thin craft foam to cover the rough look of the back, second was thicker foam cut using my template in a window-like manner

The strap is a piece of craft foam painted with brown acrylic and the handle is made with the puzzle piece foam

The Result

BONUS:

And there you have it! Thanks for reading! If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

Title: CHEEZED OFF

Synopsis: Mikey and Fang, two brothers who don’t get along, live in the walls of an old lady’s house until her new house cat, Mr. Snugglebottom, casts them out onto the dangerous city streets, miles away from home. Soon afterwards, they meet Mouse E, who agrees to help them find their way back if they’ll be willing to learn to respect ‘girl power’.

In order to get back their home and dethrone Mr. Snugglebottom, Mikey, Fang, and Mouse E will need to learn how to work together and realize that Mikey is always right respect each others’ differences. 

Important Further Information:

  • there’s a running gag where people call Mikey ‘Mickey’ and he gets offended and says something about Mickey Mouse being dorky and uncool
  • Mouse E is the only girl mouse with any dialogue in the movie
  • i tried to make sure that their fur looks like it’s a really even length everywhere, except for a few very specific instances. I also made sure to include the realistic flesh lips that this type of cartoon animal often has!!
  • Even though Mr. Snugglebottom looks like a badly proportioned dude in a cat costume, he’s the size of a house cat and is owned by a human lady
  • Mikey and Fang defeat Mr. Snugglebottom by being stereotypically masculine
  • The entire cast of the movie frequently toss around AAVE vernacular in order to seem modern and culturally relevant, but only one background character is voiced by a black actor
  • there’s a ton of really unfunny cheese jokes and puns in this movie, including some that don’t make any sense and are indecipherable
Library Pick Up Lines – Jackson Whittemore Prompt

Prompt: hello :D I was wondering if I could request a Jackson Whittemore imagine, please? Maybe he’s in detention and during it, he meets a flustered reader - although she isn’t in detention, she’s running errands for the teacher. I would really appreciate it. x

Note: This is my first Jackson prompt and I changed it up just a little bit. I actually work at a library so this was so much fun to write. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I loved writing it.

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Part 2

I walked into the library with my last errand for the day. I’m an office aide so my last period is usually running errands around school for the secretary and principal. It involves going to classes to have teachers sign some last minute forms, passing down messages or memos, and flyers that needed to be passed out to the students before the final bell rang. I didn’t mind it one bit. I like helping others. Plus, this was an easy A and would look great for my college applications.

As I made my way to the front desk where Mr. Harris was talking to the students that had dentition, I took off my backpack and tucked it in a bottom cabinet behind the front desk with my purse as I volunteer at the library everyday after school. I grabbed the form Mr. Harris needed to sign and return back to the main office before he left for the day.

“Oh and one last thing,” Mr. Harris said as I walked towards him. “You’ll help Y/N put all of these books back on the shelf in their proper places,” Mr. Harris motioned towards the overloaded carts filled with books. “The carts must be empty before you leave.” 

I look at the students sitting down at the tables and noticed they were all in my grade. I noticed Scott and Stiles sitting together with Allison. Erica was by herself, and Matt, Danny, and Jackson were on another table. My eyes landed on Jackson as I saw him in a deep conversation with Danny and Matt. I’ve always thought he was gorgeous. His brown hair was short and clean cut. I’ve always wanted to run my fingers through his hair because it always looked so soft and shiny. He had a cute little nose with barely visible freckles spreading across his nose and high cheekbones. He had an impressive jawline with a killer smile. Lastly, his crystal blue irises were my favorite. They were absolutely breathtaking. If I could, I would look into his eyes and get lost for hours.

To say I had a crush on him is an understatement. I’ve known him my entire life, but guys like him didn’t notice or talk to girls like me. Beautiful people herd together as I once overheard Stiles say. I wasn’t considered popular, nor was I a cheerleader, and judging by the fact I’ve never been asked out on a date had me thinking I wasn’t as pretty or beautiful as most girls. Besides, pretty boys like Jackson are always taken and wouldn’t give girls like me the time of day.

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The Ghost (Part 4)

Steve x Reader (getting warmer) and many other happy friendly relationships (friends! yay!)

Based on this prompt here: http://hymnofthevalkyries.tumblr.com/post/148148445176/hardboiledegg21-oh-man-i-need-someone-to-write

Requested by: Well, @hardboiledegg21 issued the challenge, and I accepted it. :P

Word Count: ~2700

Warnings: Swearing (foul-mouthed reader), I should mention the reader has sort of a panic attack at the end of the chapter, a mild one, but one none the less. Just a word of caution to you.

A/N: Here is part 4 after a while! Gotta keep you guys in suspense ;) But at long last, we finally meet who we’ve all been waiting for. I left it at a pretty interesting cliffhanger, that will get a much needed explanation backstory in the next part. Cheerio darlings. <3

Other Parts: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Originally posted by loki-ships-johnlock-blog


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  You didn’t want to open your eyes, the warmth of the bed you were laying in careening you into it. A knock on your door resounded, which is what you assumed woke you up in the first place. “Ooooooh Y/N…” a voice called out to you beyond the door. Tony.

  You groaned and pulled the cover over your head. “Go away, I wanna sleep more.”

  “Fine then, no breakfast for you… and here I was being nice and saving some for you.” he said through the door, and you heard the patter of feet against the hard floor walking away from your door.

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Love Hate: 10k Imagine

Adrenaline was pumping, everything seemed to move in fast motion. The traveling group unfortunately has once again stumbled an unfortunate situation where the ratio of Z’s per human where extremely high. Everyone in the group was covered with sweat and blood. There were way too many Z’s surrounding me as I worked on plugging all the skulls. The groups was separated and my only priority was to stay alive. A few of the zombie dropped dead around, giving me a chance to slip away from the blood hungry creatures.

Above, I noticed 10k perched up on the metal star case of the factory. he sent me a smirk as he shot by me, hitting another Z right through the head. I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my backpack that was  a few feet away from me. 10k was such a show off sometimes.

When the refugee camp was brought down by the crazy Z worshipers, I went with the group, trying to get to California. 10k and I had a very bumpy relationship since the start. We where both the same age, so everyone automatically assumed we would end up together. But we were far from romantic, we are hardly could stand each other for longer than a minute. Bickering, arguing and insulting each other is as far as we went.

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bespectacled-sword-fighter  asked:

Do you have any advice for people starting to fuse?

Sure, why not?  Usually I answer asks privately, but I figured I’d post this one.  You know, for posterity.

Beginning Splice Advice

1. Watch some tutorials.  I gather there are plenty of them on youtube, but I really recommend this one by the great Samson of thatsplicingadventure.  It was what got me going in the right direction when I was starting out.

2. Practice, practice, practice.  I didn’t start out very good at splicing, as a casual browse into the early days of this blog can attest.  As of this post, I’ve made over two thousand splices, and that’s the only reason I have attained the modest level of skill that I have now.  Have faith in yourself, keep splicing, and publish as you go.

3. Be patient.  In my experience, the divide between a good idea and a great sprite usually consists of taking the time to make it work.  Pixel by pixel, if necessary.  Resist the urge to throw up your hands and say “good enough” when it’s still not quite right.  If it means taking a break and coming back to it (it often does), then I say so be it.

That’s the big stuff. One bonus piece of beginner advice: 4. Don’t resize parts to make them fit.  It never looks good without heavy modification, and by the time you’ve made it look right, you might as well have just made it from scratch. Either let it go, or find some other way.  I’ll drop my method for changing part size into the advanced splicing advice below.

Advanced Splice Advice

The question was about people just getting started, but I’ll throw my more finicky bits of advice gleaned from hundreds of hours of splicing in here too.  Saves me having to make another post down the line.  A lot of this advice is stuff that I forget about too, sometimes, but when I remember it my splices invariably look better.

5. Watch your outlines.  A lot of splices, especially those that have been heavily scratched, often have outlines with little contrast and the end result looks kind of washed out or unfinished.  A crisp outline really makes the splice look solid and complete.  This does not mean every outline should be heavy black, but a lot of outlines could stand to be darker than they are.  

As a sidenote, bear in mind that the Pokemon designers used different shades of black on the outlines of different ‘mons.  This means that when you copy parts from one critter onto another, sometimes you have two different shades of black, making the final result look a little sloppy.  Pick one and make sure it’s consistent throughout the piece.

6. Pay attention to shadows.  This is one of the most frustrating parts of splicing for me, but it makes a huge difference.  Make sure your shadows make sense, that it looks like the splice is being lit from one light source and the shadows aren’t scattered all over.  Also, a few well-placed tiny shadows (often just one or two pixels) around the edges and between parts can add a lot of depth and make all the difference in your finished picture.

7. Make friends with the Edit Colors button, the one to the right of of the color palette on your Paint program.  Often you won’t be able to find the color you need on the sprite that you’re copying from and you need to make a new one.  Start with a base color from your sprite (or two; see below) and modify as needed.  To make it darker or lighter for shading purposes, adjust the luminosity (Lum) by 20-30 points.  Sometimes you need to tweak the saturation, especially if you’re making a whole range of new shades, but mostly you can leave it alone.

To make a perfect-every-time transitional color to put between two color blocks, use the Red, Green and Blue boxes on the right.  Look at each of your two colors, and note their Red, Green and Blue values.  Find the mean value for each (i.e., add the Red values together and divide by two, then do the same for Green and Blue), and input them.  Presto, the perfect middle color.  This works both for colors that are quite similar and those that are very different.

8. That thing I mentioned above, about changing part sizes.  Like I said before, avoid the Resize button. Instead, use the pixels that are already there and either expand or contract them manually.  That is, to make the piece bigger, divide the part into two or more pieces, spread them apart to the size you want, and then fill in the empty space.  To make a piece smaller, remove rows and columns of pixels, then move the pieces together.  Sometimes it takes a few tries to get this exactly right, but I promise it will look better than a resized part.

9. Practice, practice, practice.  I know I said this before, but it applies equally to beginners and masters.  I still learn something new with every splice, and so will you!  Try out different techniques, take on challenges that you once thought were too difficult.  Even revisit some of your crappy old splices and see how much better you can make them now!

That’s all I’ve got tonight, I think. I’ll probably come up with something important that I forgot moments after I hit the post button.  But that’s ok.  Thanks for the question, bespectacled-sword-fighter.

Commitment Issues

I almost typed “issues” with a z because it seemed less serious and therefor less scary to talk about. But then I realized I am a grown up and I am required to talk about hard things. Darn it.

Anyway, I have commitment issues. Seriously.
Like, I was just invited to an ONLINE party on Facebook and I said “maybe” instead of “going” EVEN THOUGH I KNOW I’M GOING TO PARTICIPATE. I have my couch-spot staked out and everything. 
Sometimes I will come home with two different brands of cereal because I just couldn’t decide on which one I wanted.
Yesterday I spent three hours online shopping looking for a comforter I’d use to serve on WEEKEND RETREATS.When I finally purchased one I took another hour to decide on the color.

The moral of the story is I’m the worst.

I am horribly obsessive whenever it comes to choices - I analyze and re-think and weight out options and make my roommate angry in grocery stores.
I will spend hours upon hours researching the silliest things to further aid me in my decision making.
You want someone to buy any brand of lavender oil on Amazon for you in a quick, efficient manner? I’m not your girl. 
I will read through all 1,875 reviews before I finally decide just to go with the one I originally looked at. 

And I was, at one point, totally like this with Jesus.

I would slide back and forth between opinions about my beliefs and values. I tried to fit Him into the God-sized box I created just for Him.
I did a sort of comparison between different things I wanted to believe in… it didn’t matter what the Bible said about something, I wanted to know what I wanted God to think about something.

And I think this might not just be a me thing.

So often we try to transform Jesus into the person we would like him to be - the okay-with-drinking Jesus one day, the okay-with-premarital-sex the next, and the on-board-with-your-sailors-mouth the day after that. 
Every so often I catch myself falling back into these old patterns - I slip into the mindset of prevenient grace and flash my teeth at Jesus. I thank him for his forgiveness right before I do the thing I know I’m not supposed to do. 
I knowingly step off my path of righteousness for a little while because I know there is such a thing as forgiveness and grace and undying love. 

But what I think we forget is… Jesus is with us. Always. 
He’s with us when we screw up and make mistakes, too. 
He’s with us when we step off of our paths of righteousness and into the road that leads to so much darkness. 
And his heart aches for us. 
Because those paths will never lead us to contentment… because those paths do not lead to Him. 

Next time you think about switching Jesus’s, remember that there is just one… the one who loves you, the one who’s with you… but the one who’s opinions do not waiver. 
The one who wrote in the Bible so long ago about what is right and what is wrong. 
Before you step off onto that route of darkness, remember the Jesus that found you broken and alone. Remember the one who lifted you from the ground and clothed you in righteousness. 
Remember the one who loves you… no matter what. 
Remember he prays for you. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every moment. 

Remember Jesus for who he is… because that’s who we should want him to be… perfect love personified. 

-31Women (Ansley)