Writing prompt: Dunya assumes dogs are just differant types of wolves. Lea casually points out a cute dog in the city one day, so Dunya a few days later while in golden hills decides to get her one and literally brings home a wolf (I thought of this while doing quests if you couldn't guess lol)
Dunya tries to do something nice for her girlfriend @sso-duskhill
Unhealthily obsessed with video games, anime, Disney, or some sick combination of the three
One of the most sleep-deprived majors, but also surprisingly chipper (there are exceptions)
Instantly recognizable by their triforce t-shirts or Pokemon Go snapbacks
In spite of everything, they have the highest population of straight-edge asexuals
If you weren’t straight edge and celibate before, then prepare to be, because you’re about to disown all bodily urges and dedicate your life to drawing cartoon animals
Like Animation majors, but cooler and much better taste in fashion. A little less tech-savvy, though
Comic book nerds
Painting & Drawing
A friend of mine once said, “People who love animation go into animation. Then they realize it’s a ton of work and switch to illustration. Then they realize THAT’S a ton of work and switch into Painting & Drawing.”
Highest percentage of colorful hair and weird tattoos/piercings
Listen to music you’ve never heard of
Smoke a LOT, asthmatics beware
Kinda stereotypical stoners or high level artsy kids, but not that pretentious
Somehow even more conceptual and indie than P&D
Behind the ceramics building, there’s a sculpture garden of all the sculptures of students past. Every night, the campus closes at 4AM. They say it’s for security, but I say it’s because the sculptures all come to life at that point. I mean, think about it. The whole “spooky midnight hour” is so cliche, I don’t know anyone who DOESN’T stay up till midnight at least once a week. But 4AM? That’s the true witching hour. The hour that belongs only to the living sculptures (and architecture majors I guess)
Frankly, the least hygienic major
All the males and most of the females have a rank odor after being sweatily hunched over the steaming hot forges for too long
Might be stoners, but the chill, easy-to-hang-out-with stoners
Probably the most like a real family. I always walk by the Glass Studio at night and feel the breeze of warm air from their fire, catch a riff of tasteful classic rock, and hear the echoes of genuine laughter from within. It must be nice to have a home.
I dunno, I’ve never met one. They put on some sick gallery shows, though.
In spite of Graphic Design as an art not being super emotional or indie compared to, say, Painting, the GD majors are probably some of the most tortured souls I’ve met
I used to be best friends/date a GD major and watched before my eyes as she was crushed by the world around her from Freshman to Junior year. Honestly I’m not sure if she still goes here. We don’t talk anymore, it’s too painful. I miss her, or rather, I miss the person she used to be. The person she used to be before Graphic Design.
I’m now roommates with a poor little GD Freshman, and I worry about her every day. Not as a lover like with the last one, but as a parent. What will happen to her? How long will she last? Cheyenne, if you’re reading this, run away while you still can.
Gets excited about fonts and kerning.
I don’t really know what kerning is.
Outdoorsy and nature loving hippies
The chillest major, I envy them
Photography IS hard work, don’t get me wrong, but come ON! You travel to a beautiful mountain spring, snap a few pictures, and call it a day
Never need to pull all-nighters
Seriously, I deeply respect Photography as an art and all BUT
Some of them are also outdoorsy and nature loving hippies, the rest are hipSTERS
“I don’t watch ‘movies.’ I watch Films.”
Apparently they have something of a drug problem, i.e., half the class comes in stoned
My friend Chris said one of the film teachers plays Porno he made in class, I’m not sure if he was messing with me or not
Oh boy, Architecture
The coldest hearts of any major
The only nice Architecture majors are the first years. After that last final, something inside of them breaks. At that point they either crawl to a different major in submission, or become as sharp, straight, and lifeless as the buildings which they spend so much time designing
They literally do not sleep
Seriously, I was pulling an all-nighter last week (since the Architecture place is the only place open 24/7) and I swear to god there was an entire CLASSFULL of the Architects up and jamming from 10pm to 7am. I tried to sleep, but the Architecture majors just wouldn’t quit. Also, it was so cold there. So cold. Cold from the hearts of fifth-year Architects. I’m bringing my winter backpacking sleeping bag next time.
Mostly foreign exchange students, especially Chinese, Indian, and Korean
I don’t speak Chinese, Indian, OR Korean so I can’t say much else
Vaguely like Architecture majors, only they appear to have a normal spectrum of human emotions
What is Interactive Design? Honestly I don’t really know. Like making Apps or some shmuck.
Graphic Designers who love themselves
Obviously they’re very very VERY nicely dressed
Calm, confident, but also have fun sides
Most of the textiles students I’ve met are just stop-motion loving Animators
I think the ones that aren’t are probably like grandmas that love knitting or something
Honestly I didn’t know this was a major until like last semester
The only furniture major I’ve met was this Norwegian dude who looked like a greek god
We were once assigned to do a group project together but then he blew me off to go surfing so I had to do it myself. Seriously? Surfing???? Like I’d be mad but that’s a cool reason to blow someone off. Hell, I’d blow people off surfing if I had the easy life of a non-animation-major
“We have a writing program?”
They’re cool though
Get really excited about books. I’ve read only about three or four books so I kind of just smile and nod while they talk
Seem genuinely interested in other people’s stories
I’m not entirely sure what this is
Passionate about social justice and teamwork
Disclaimer: No offense to any of them (except architecture majors)
*At California College of the Arts from my relativley limited perspective as an animation major who frankly has only had minimal interactions with the others
i tried out something new in may in my bullet journal by using a dual-color palette for the entire month :’) i know, i know, it’s not really that “new,” but it was nice to do something different than i usually do!
RM: Every time we ask Jungkook “are you having any burden recently?” he always replies “Hyung I don’t have any burden, i’m okay” The first time in 4/5 years we got to know Jungkook’s burden it’s because the hyungs who help him, who live together with him were having a hard time, that’s what burdened him the most (…) He said he wished we wouldn’t have to meet any hardships, like that he wouldn’t have any burden too. That time has been deeply imprinted in my memories.
A while ago I realized, you can, and should, do things to make yourself happy. There are no guarantees; there are many, many things that you simply cannot control. But it is your responsibility to put in effort. So, I tried. I began to wear nice and elegant outfits to rather dull places, like school or on a walk around the neighborhood, to make it feel like I was doing something nice and elegant. I would take photos of the most boring objects and places, using lighting and angles to manipulate them into something as beautiful as I envisioned in my head. I looked in the mirror, and instead of picking at the flaws that screamed at me, I would search for the things that made me happy about who I was. It was occasionally like searching for a four leaf clover, but working for it was what helped. No, it didn’t always work. Yet the fact that I was trying made me feel as if when I was angry, or sad, or overwhelmed, it was okay because I knew I was capable of happiness, and I was working to be happy. You cannot go through life saying your situation is void of silver linings, not if you refuse to look for them.
maybe i’ll write a book with this in it someday, CI carolineingle
Just because life isn’t what you want it to be right now, doesn’t mean you should tear it down. I started thinking about all the things I want to do and have that I’m not doing or having and how everyone in this neighborhood seems to have given up imagining what a better life might look like but if we can admit to ourselves what we want is out there somewhere then maybe we can fight for it and if we do that then we’re halfway to getting it.
That’s the thing about the people of this town things can seem hopeless when suddenly, someone gives the rest of us inspiration because the first step to a new beginning is imagining that one is even possible.
Link and Zelda going to live at Link’s house in Hateno Village and being all cute and domestic together.
Like, them fighting over who gets the bed on the first night…. like Link’s like You take it, you’re the princess! And Zelda’s like But it’s your bed! I can’t make you sleep on the floor in your own home!! And then they just both end up falling asleep on the floor because they literally spent all night unsuccessfully trying to convince the other to take the bed.
Zelda trying to cook something nice for Link and being a terrible cook, but he eats that charred omelette or that lumpy onigiri anyways because she tried and that’s all that matters.
Link going to the river to do laundry and Zelda desperately chasing him to retrieve her undergarments because oh my god he can’t see that it’s embarrassing.
Them climbing on eachother’s shoulders to clean high places come spring cleaning.
Them going to the shop together for weekly groceries, oblivious to the fact that everyone around them thinks they look like a married couple.
Interviewer: Last season, in terms of Netflix dropping episodes, was so much about trying to build up Keith’s confidence as a leader, and now we immediately see him basically getting to step out of that role. So what was sort of the decision, I guess, behind that?
Joaquim: I mean, I think he’s always been reluctant to be in that position, so I think it’s part of his makeup, it’s part of his character. … You know, Pidge tried pulling something very similar early on, and Keith was like, “What are you doing?” So I think this is also a nice turn. It shows their growth as a team, it shows their understanding of each other’s personal needs.
Lauren: And it’s also a situation where you’ve got one paladin too many. We only need five to form Voltron. Had Shiro stayed gone, Keith would have absolutely been there and been that leader. But he sees Shiro’s back, and I think he feels like he can’t fill those shoes. And so, it almost makes him want to pull back more, and he’s trying to almost force Shiro to retake that position. Because he never feels like he can adequately take his place.
A/N: Happy Angst Appreciation Day round three, it’s a day late, but life happens. Reader is Dean’s 17 year old daughter who has a twin brother named Robby.
Dean x Daughter!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
You stood at the counter of the diner trying to decide if you should go back to the booth where your father, uncle, and twin brother sat, or if you’d have a better time alone at the counter. You’d gone up to ask for more napkins to clean up a spill that Robby, your twin had made. However glancing back you saw that they had waved down the waitress who your dad and brother were both flirting with.
With the roll of your eyes you took a seat at the counter; knowing you’d actually enjoy your meal if you weren’t near your father or brother.
You loved them both dearly and at one point your entire family was so close knit that your absence would have been noticed right away. However as you grew older the bond you shared with your twin and father began to disappear and once you started going on hunts with your dad and uncle, it all but vanished.
At first you told yourself that you were overreacting; that your father was just constantly worried about you, but as time went on you saw how close Robby and your dad still were, yet you remained on the outside.
It was something that your dad and brother both seemed oblivious to. Whenever you’d try to involve yourself in what they were doing they would send you away with some excuse as to why you couldn’t participate with them and soon you just stopped asking.
This never seemed to effect them, but it sure effected you.
Your father and Robby might not have seen what they were doing, but your Uncle Sam sure did. At first he tried to stick up for you, pointing out to Dean all the times it seemed that Robby and him would purposefully leave you out. Dean would deny it and after countless arguments with no change Sam stopped trying. Instead he became the figure in your life you so desperately wanted.
Still, there were times that Sam got sucked into whatever fun Robby and your dad were having; leaving you to be the outsider in your family again.
It was a role you learned to accept and gave up hope that it’d change.
Poor little Sarah, what had started out as an innocent
exploration into the world of hypno fetish had clearly gotten away from her.
“But you know that you want to, my dear.”
Hunched over her desk, the soft glow of her PC
captivating her. She quietly scrolled through tumblr, seeing the magic, the
pleasure that could be wrought, gently biting her lip as she stared day after
day into a world of sticky sweet submission.
It was only a matter of time. Her hand would begin to
wander and play as she started to fantasize.
“You’ll what, girl?”
Fantasies filling her head with aching need. Thoughts
of kneeling, serving, her will being broken with spirals and rope.
“I-I’ll lose myself…I’ll b-break.”
She had tried to fight it, but all those images. All
the lights teasing her mind; the sounds of girls moaning in ecstasy. She had to
“You may try to deny it, but you feel that craving.”
She had met a hypnotist, and he was so nice at first.
“That wetness between your legs.”
He said he could do something to help with her “problem.”
“Your pussy begs for the sweet release of your mind.”
One session, two sessions, four, six, she could no
longer keep track.
“It’s what you came to me for. What you need me for.”
Memories started to get fuzzy. Packages of sinful pink
attire started arriving at her door.
“I-I need you…my…pussy…needs you.”
Soon, slutty sweet makeup, and a wig.
“I c-can’t…no…please…my m-mind…I n-need it…”
And finally, a collar.
“Your hands are mine now, lovely.”
She couldn’t remember how it happened. There was no
need for memories now…only pleasure. Only arousal.
“Your left hand is moving upwards, ever so slowly.”
She always tried to resist, but she couldn’t escape
the thrall of her master’s voice. Her helpless pleasure moans drowned out her
“I don’t…w-want…I c-can’t…o-obey…I m-must…”
She craved to be broken. She needed to submit.
“Your finger, feel it wrapping around the collar now.”
No matter how hard she tried.
Her mind spiraled into oblivion at the pull of leather
on her willing neck. Wide-eyed, glossy pink lips agape, her orgasm burst
through her body. Quivering, writhing, moaning, as pink electricity melted her
body and stole her mind. Only one thought remained at the behest of her kindly
master. Two little words that echoed across her mind and were mindlessly
repeated by her hypnotized lips.
🌸 Communicate with someone like your caregiver; talk about why you’re stressed! Don’t bottle up your feelings.
🌸 Maybe practice yoga or do some exercise.
🌸 Listen to music that makes you feel little, relaxed, &/or happy!
🌸 Go on a walk.
🌸 Pet animals! Go to a pet store that lets you interact with the animals, play with a pet of your own, go to a dog park, etc. (If this isn’t an option, you can just look at videos of cute animals, or something!)
🌸 Put on comfy clothes, or something that you feel super cute and little in!
🌸 Take a nice, warm bubble bath. Maybe light some candles, or use a wax warmer!
🌸 If you’re stressed about something school related, maybe study or prepare, or try to get some of the work done if you’re behind with stuff.
🌸 Laugh! Watch funny videos on YouTube, perhaps.
🌸 Play a game with your caregiver, or ask for a cute little task to complete for them! (Coloring a picture, baking something, etc.)
🌸 Get out the things that make you feel little, like your favorite sippy filled with your favorite drink, a favorite snack, fluffy socks or cute thigh-highs, a onesie or pajamas, and whatever else.
🌸 Turn on one of your favorite cartoons or movies!
🌸 Snuggle up with lots of warm blankets and maybe browse your tumblr feed or look at things that calm you down/make you feel little.
🌸 Read a book, or have your caregiver read to you!
🌸 Just cuddling or being around your caregiver can make you feel lots better.
🌸 Plan ahead for things that you’re worried about!
🌸 Make a list of goals or chores to get done for the week so you don’t feel overwhelmed.
🌸 Make sure you’re going to bed on time, and are on a good, healthy sleeping schedule!
🌸 Do certain things in moderation, like TV, games, etc. Make sure you’re not doing one thing the whole day!
🌸 Get our your coloring book or scrap paper and whatever tools you use (crayons, colored pencils, etc) and draw or color!
🌸 Play dress-up!
🌸 Have tea-time with your caregiver and/or stuffies!
🌸 Clean up your room really nice! I find that being in a clean, fresh-feeling environment makes me feel much calmer.
🌸 Do something cute with your hair, or maybe something you haven’t tried before!
🌸 Organize your stuffies, or other things.
🌸 Take a nap! A lot of the time, you might just be cranky or stressed because you’re tired! Cuddle up with your caregiver or some stuffies and get your paci, if you use one!
Feel free to re-blog with things that you do to help you cope with stress!
ahhh some of these aged better than others haha, I was looking through my old art to find five for this and it brought me such a nice feeling I could see myself spiralling down my obsession again, all the style experiments and ideas, and I found I’m really proud of so many drawings, even the ones that look awful to me now because in all of them I tried something new and pushed a bit further and now I’m motivated! I encourage all artist to do this! actually if you are an artist and we are mutuals you are tagged!
how even said “the lead dies in every epic love story.” in 2:10
that look even has on his face of fear and uncertainty whilst he’s sat on the windowsill in 2:10.
the aluminium leg theory in 3:10.
“did you think i had died?” in 4:10.
“it’s you and your thoughts, you can’t escape your thoughts. the only way to do so is to die.” in 5:10.
“i don’t sleep because sleep is the cousin to death.” in 5:10.
even, despite his fear of parallel universes bc of how unobtainable happiness has been to him in this universe, sketching isak in them bc isak believes in them.
the entire changing room scene in 5:10.
even hopelessly watching isak cross the schoolyard in 6:10.
even’s look on his face when he bumps into isak in the canteen bc he hurt isak in 6:10.
even at isak’s doorstep, hoping and hoping and hoping, despite his fear, in 7:10.
“she can’t think what i think, or feel, for that matter.” […] “i’ve never felt anything quite like this, ever.” in 8:10.
“am i the man of your life? are you talking to me? …. say it again.” in 8:10.
“who’s mikael?” “the previous man of my life.” in 8:10.
“i’ll save you right back.” in 8:10.
even whispering (after asking how many isaks and evens are lying here in bed like this, and isak saying infinite) “in infinite time?” with so much hope but exasperation in his voice, as though if he said it any louder than a whisper, the universe wouldn’t allow for it to happen, in 8:10.
“the only way to have something for infinity is by losing it forever.” “don’t say that.” “i’m kidding.” in 8:10.
isak texting even to stop texting him, and even doing exactly that, in 9:10.
even not answering isak’s call when isak tried to ring him in 9:10.
o helga natt. just …. o helga natt, in 9:10.
“because its true. i’ll just hurt you, and then you’ll hate me.” in 10:10.