i was trying to do perspective but failed

I. if you feel like you have to let go, then let go. whether it is a friendship or a relationship, something or someone, if you want to walk away, you have every right to do so. you do not owe anyone any explanations. not even to yourself.

II. you are not always going to love yourself and that is more than okay. some days you’ll feel like trash and some days you’ll be so in love with yourself; you can’t always be fine with something that is in constant change and it is okay.

III. when you are having negative thoughts (“i am useless, i will fail, i can’t do this, i am nothing”…), instead of drowning in these, try to realise how negative and damaging they are. we never stop and reflect on our own thoughts, we just let them sink in right away but just by realizing how bad some of them are, your perspective will change. instead, try to take a step back and ask yourself if that self hatred is acceptable. because we often forget that this is not how one should treat oneself and that one deserves better. you deserve better.

IV. your health comes first. both physical and mental health come first. if you have to put aside school assignments or work projects to make time for a doctor’s appointment or a therapy session, then you put school or work aside and you fucking go to the doctor’s or the therapist. during the beginning of my last year of high school, i kept delaying the help i needed from a psychologist because of college applications, homework, exams and assessments and that cost me one of the major and most severe breakdowns i’ve ever had. as my teacher once told me: “if you don’t have health, then you have nothing”. always remember that your health comes first and i don’t care if you have tons of work to do, your health always comes first.

V. if you ever need help, ask for it. asking for help is not a sign of weakness. i used to think i was able to solve all of my problems by myself but truth is, i am not. if you are doubting between asking for help and keeping it to yourself, the mere fact that you’re already doubting means that there is something there worth being taken care of.

—  self care!!! i can’t stress enough about its importance.


So the lovely @raesof-sunshine requested a drabble with Daveed! 792 words.

#2 - None of this is your fault. #6 - No one’s going to hurt you. #10 - I’m here now, okay?

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Nobody loves you… they only pretend…

The monster loomed over you, a grotesque representation of your worst fears. Its razor-sharp teeth flashed a gleaming white as you cowered in its massive shadow. Its disfigured features weren’t well-defined, but it was bad enough to terrify you. It taunted you with all of your worst fears, from being alone to failing at everything you tried to do. You begged and pleaded with it, desperate to get away to some solace, but it was relentless. You tried to run, but it followed you, and just when it opened its mouth to attack…

You sat up with a loud shriek, panting hard and trembling. Sweat matted your hair to your face, and tears streamed down your face. You turned and looked beside you and felt a pang of guilt jolt your heart. Daveed had heard you. With how busy he was, he didn’t get a lot of rest, so the fact that you’d woken him up with some nightmare made you feel awful.

“Kitten?” Daveed asked as he rubbed his hands over his face and blinked a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes. “What… what’s wrong?”

“It’s my fault,” you sobbed. You refused to look at him. You couldn’t. He wasn’t going to get enough rest, and it was all because you were pathetic.


“You waking up! It’s all my fault. I. I had a stupid nightmare, and I should be able to control them and… I’m sorry!” you cried, nearly in hysterics as your shoulders shook with each sob.

Daveed shifted closer to you and wrapped his arms around you, waiting to see how you reacted. When you unconsciously relaxed into his embrace, he peppered your cheek with tiny kisses for a few moments before you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Baby, no. None of this is your fault. You know you can’t control what you dream,” Daveed said soothingly. He placed kisses on your hair and rubbed your back as you tried to calm yourself down from your nightmare.

“I – I know,” you sniffed. “I just feel bad… you don’t get a lot of rest now…”

Daveed laughed. “Babe, we both know I run on caffeine now. I’m used to it. And besides, I’d rather make sure you’re okay, however long that takes.”

You sniffed again and nodded your head against his neck. Daveed was so good to you. When you were upset, he did whatever he could to ease your mind, be it cuddles or a movie marathon or just letting you talk about it. You felt so loved, and you always wondered how you could ever show him your deep gratitude. That could wait until later. Right now, you just wanted to relax in his arms and try to put your nightmare behind you.

“Do you wanna tell me what it was about, Kitten?” Daveed asked. You pulled back and nodded tearfully at him. Talking about it would put it into perspective, show you just how unrealistic it was.

“It. It was awful… there was this huge monster, and it kept… it kept telling me things. Things I’ve said to myself. Like… like I’m always gonna be alone and that I’m not loved and I’m always gonna fail… I tried to run from it, but it chased me and it was gonna attack me when I woke up…”

As you closed your eyes shut and your shoulders rose as your muscles tensed, Daveed hugged you close and pressed soft kisses over your cheek, jaw, and lips. Each kiss and touch relaxed you and put you more and more at ease. Daveed murmured softly to you, his gentle voice acting like a balm to your anxious, frightened mind.

No one’s going to hurt you. I’m here now, okay? Just breathe.”

He kept up these soft murmurs and kisses until he felt you relax completely, the tension from before eased. You looked up at him with a small yet tired smile, hugging him gratefully. He gave you a small smile and kissed your forehead as you cuddled against him, both for warmth and comfort.

“Better?” he asked softly.

“Mmhm,” you yawned. You curled up on your side and rested your head on Daveed’s strong chest with your ear right over his heart. Its strong, steady beat lulled you into a sense of tranquility. You felt much better, but you still had one thing to say. You sat up slightly and placed a gentle kiss on Daveed’s cheek.

“I love you,” you said softly.

“I love you too, Kitten.”

You kissed him one last time before curling up against his side. With his strong arms around you, you knew that you were safe. Nothing could get you as long as you had Daveed.

heroinazer0  asked:

I noticed in a previous post you mentioned that you studied fundamental skills pretty seriously, what advice can you give about doing those studies? Especially things like perspective and colour theory. How do you ensure that you get meaningful information/practice out of it rather than just muddling through the thing? Alternatively, what resources/books would you recommend to develop those skills?

I guess my best advice when it comes to doing studies is to be comfortable with the feeling of failing - especially with studies. But, and this is important, have a way in which you can check how you failed. One great way is to have a reference photo, say a human figure, and try to draw it without looking at the photo. After your attempt, check it alongside the ref photo and see what you got right, what you didn’t - and then work from there.

Kara: So, uh… You need a hand?
Steph: Nono, I got this…!

In case anybody cares, I hate doing digital art. Hate. It. And yet I persist.
Trying to get the hang of Krita. I don’t like it. I mean, maybe I would if I put the effort in and, like, watched some tutorials or, I dunno, read the actual manual…?
Really though, I pretty much gave up ¾ through. Stick a fork in me, I’m done - even if the pic isn’t.
Anyway, have som DSHG Supergirl and Spoiler.
I have plans for another piece portraying how this ends, but I might try using GIMP this time. Or not. Blech.

Edit; And I just noticed aspectacular perspective fail. And I forgot to remove  my lightsource indicator. Yay me.

🔮 Witch Tip! 🔮

Don’t do a spell you’re morally against. I am not going to define morals here for you. Every person has their own set of morals and ethics that is going to effect how they do magic.

The point here is that if you try to do a spell that you don’t agree with it might (in my experience) end up failing because subconsciously (or consciously) you might be wondering if you’re doing the right thing and you’ll contradict your intention!

This might seem like a silly tip but sometimes we let our desires come first. I did this once and when the spell failed I was devastated even though I knew I had worked against the spell in a lot of ways.

Note: there are no hard and fast rules in witchcraft. Some will disagree with this and that’s ok! This is from my perspective through my own experiences with my craft!

anonymous asked:

How do you draw buildings?? Your building drawings are always so pretty!! I try to draw some but I always fail! :((

Hi anon! 

for faster doodles (like the mp100 ones) I use a technique I talked about here

but for longer pieces I hand draw stuff and it gave me a lot of trouble too!

the simplest part of buildings tends to be perspective, it’s very mechanical and easy to learn, I won’t get too much into it because there’s 10000 tutorials about it. I tend to use 2 point perspective like this:

I don’t use this super strictly though. It’s more a rough feeling for pieces and all you need to keep track of is that the objects are *fairly* correct in placement of eachother and the horizon line. Stressing out about perspective lines will be what makes buildings look really rigid.

this is one axis of a piece I just finished. They’re correct relative to each other, but if I brought them all to the horizon chances are they wouldn’t match up. and that’s ok. because honestly you shouldn’t have the vanishing point in your piece unless you want to really emphasize something, like depth.

but there is something a lot of tutorials miss out on and it’s why a lot of my building drawings (and art in general) sucked for no identifiable reason:

every building is made by an architect, so every building will be unique. buildings have unique bits about them. and when you start incorporating and thinking about what the buildings have your art will get better, even if your technical skills can’t catch up quite yet.

the best way to see this is cities. Look at the differences between different buildings. Some buildings have different windows at different floors! Some have a cool light, some have a really nice sign or a porch on the third floor.

add little bits to the buildings, look up references! so much of the environment can be told by the architecture:

how dense is it? is it well kept? what kind of neighborhood? how many stories are the buildings? are there apartments? bars? 

asking these questions will make what buildings you’re drawing more telling of where this is and what its like. Californian small towns will look a lot different from South African cities, and London will look a lot different than Tokyo. Think about what you want to tell in your drawing, google images is there to help!

Your technical skill will always keep improving if you keep drawing, don’t worry about that. The best way for you to help yourself improve and grow is to surround yourself with context on what you’re doing. 

I hope that helped a little bit!! a lot of this is practice and a lot of failure, but I also don’t see many people talking about using references. You’ll get better in time!! just keep pushing like you are now (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

AU where Bitty had to pick between a half-scholarship with the hockey team or a full ride with the Samwell cheerleaders.

He goes cheerleaders because of the extra money and because he is afraid of checking.

He has plenty of gymnastic training and he’s strong enough to do the lifts, but also small enough he can be lifted or thrown and that’s a pretty unique thing their team can do, so Bitty is kind of the wow factor of the routine they are working on.

And guess what? The Cheerleader frat house is right next to the Haus, in fact Bitty’s window faces Jack’s. (He’s living there because one of the girls bailed and decided to move with her boyfriend last minute, and -fic logic- Bitty didn’t end up with a dorm because of lost paperwork.)

He noticed Jack pretty quickly because, damn. That boy. Yes please.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for witchlings with ADD? It so hard to concentrate through meditation and I fail every spell because I can't seem to focus on my intent.

Ah, I can see how that’s a challenge. I’m sorry that happens to you. Brains suck.

My ADD is more about the hyperfocus aspect - I lose myself too much in what I do that my brain can’t focus on anything else - so I will do what I can with advice, but my perspective and experience is the opposite from yours.

⚬ Try doing smaller spells that take up less time - instead of devoting yourself to more detailed, ritualistic magic that require a half hour of your time and lots of things to remember, go for magic that can be done in a number of minutes. Trust me when I say that, just because a spell is simpler in construct and performance, doesn’t mean it will be any less powerful.

⚬ It’s going to be a bit weird and redundant for me to say this, but try some magic to help encourage you to focus a little more. It can be as simple as lighting a candle that was charged with intent, or has a sigil drawn on it. Burning rosemary incense helps promote mental clarity, so that can be lit before you begin doing a spell to draw on that power while doing magic.

⚬ Sigils might be the best kind of magic for someone who can’t focus or is forgetful, tbh. One of the traditional core teachings in sigil magic is actually forgetting about the sigil after you’ve cast it, not dwelling on it or its goal, and going about your life. This is done so the sigil can work in the subconscious mind, which is said to have amazing power and magic that we cannot understand. This could definitely be something that is easily utilized with success with those who may not focus so easily - sigils are quick to draw and charge, and then they’re done.

⚬ Focusing your intent can be as simple as repeating a small phrase or statement in your mind - as you perform the spell, try to think about what you’re doing, why you’re doing it, and what you hope to achieve as the end result. That should help center your focus on what you’re doing and keep it there. I wrote a post that contains some more tips on intent that you can find [here].

⚬ Meditation is hard for me too - I can’t sit still for that long, and I find my mind drifts a lot during meditation too. Fortunately, “empty mind” meditation is not the only way, so it’s okay if your brain loses focus and drifts to various topics. The important thing to remember there, I think, is that the thoughts are okay to happen, just try not to focus or dwell on them. The thoughts will occur; acknowledge them, and let them go. Sometimes that means new thoughts will take their place, but that is okay.

⚬ Finding a focus for meditation is even one way that can help prove its effectiveness - I’m talking about guided meditations, which still give your brain something to process and be active, while still engaging in the act of meditation. Some people find that having calming music or nature sound effects in the background also do this.

That is what I can think of for now. As I said in the start, my experience is quite the opposite of yours, so I tried my best to give useful tips that would prove applicable for your situation. I think it is important to not give up, though, and keep trying, if witchcraft is something you are deeply interested in. Try not to get too frustrated with yourself, and I’m sure things will get easier with time. I hope this gives you some ideas. I’m sure that others will also chime in with any advice they may have as well. Good luck anon!

Could you do a tutorial on how to recreate the look of light refracting in water like this?

Sure, caustics, it’s not like it’s the most complicated effect known to CG graphics… Okay, so the first thing is that light effects never work in isolation: you need to be spot on with colors and other effects to make it work. So we first need to recreate the suroundings a bit.

We set up something simple with gradients. Some radial, some linear. The eraser mode works with gradients as well, so use that to your advantage!

We create a simple smudge brush by taking smudge_soft and adding scattering to it, as well as an s-curve on the smudge length.

And then we build up a quick base:

Note how the smudge brush here is used not just to mix areas, but also to create definition of borders by lowering the scatter.(If you reverse the pressure curve on the scatter, this’ll be easily done by increasing the pressure on the stylus)

Now for the real magic. Caustics are a bit hairy, which means it’s a good candidate for the sketch brush engine.

Take sketch_ink_big, and add pressure to the ‘line-width’ while setting ‘density’ under the brush-size to 100%. This makes it extra hairy.

Set the brush blending mode to ‘Color Dodge’, and select the color of our caustics. Color dodge will cause a move towards white by applying special dodge color maths to our brush dabs instead of the ‘normal’ avaraging color maths.

Outside of pressure for making varying strokes, glowiness for the light and extra density, we also want to have the size of the line decrease the further away it is…

Then, use the assistant editor tool to add a perspective grid. It doesn’t need to be perfectly in perspective, because we’ll only use it for the perspective sensor.

This will cause the brush to give smaller lines the further it registers on the perspective assistant.(It only works per single perspective assistant, making it not very good for chaining, but for our purpose this is good.)

Then you start slowly building up your lines. (Make sure to make a copy of the layer)(The color dodge blending doesn’t work well on a seperate layer, so do it on one that also has the ground on it).

Make sure to try and follow the shapes you made.(I failed at this) The great thing about the sketch brush is that it causes those little ‘melt-togethers’ where two lines cross. This is only per stroke, so make a lot of long ongoing strokes with this brush to make use of it.

Then take the gradient tool, and set the blending mode to color and the paint tool to a light blue, so we can get in the bluish atmospheric effect.

Then use the airbrush_pressure with the line tool to make some light-shafts of different sizes on a separate layer. (Don’t forget you can use the eraser mode to for subtle erasing with the line-tool as well)

Set the blending mode to color dodge and lower the opacity.

Finally, polush the piece with the airbush tool and some local color picking.

I hope this helps.

anonymous asked:

Most of the ppl who hate the "Bernie would've won" meme are dem party hacks BUT I think there's legit reasons to dislike it from a leftist perspective, just repeating the line lets ppl overlook how his campaign failed and what the next leftist candidate needs to do (actually try to win from day one, understand that bringing fucking killer mike out at rallies doesn't count as reaching out to black voters)


things in 4x07 that I just noticed:

AGH. gabe’s face when they’re replaying the screen with robbie’s “death.” the way the camera zooms to daisy as she steps in, comforts him, interrupts. it hurts but it’s so good. 

the reyes brothers love each other, you guys. they really do. 

second: the entire scene with Eli killing the agents from Robbie’s perspective. I love the filming/setup of the episode, how it goes back and tells with and without the ghosted people - but that’s another meta for another time. 

my point is that Robbie tries to save those men. Robbie knows it’s pointless but he tries as hard as he can to save innocent people, innocent lives, to try to talk his uncle down from whatever place he’s become. and when he fails, Robbie puts that blame on himself, saying to May and Mack, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help them.”

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His Own Insignificance

Originally posted by boogiecore

His fingers hovered over the keypad beside your apartment door. Gray knew the code by heart ever since he and the rest of the AOMG crew had helped you move in a few months ago. Even with all of the stress and long days he’d put in at the studio lately, Gray hesitated dropping by unannounced like the rest of the guys did.

I hope she’s not asleep…

But his panic subsided even before he looked at his watch. 2am. He cracked a smile knowing you would be awake. You always stayed up too late.

It had only been a year since Jay first introduced you but Gray had memorized your habits by now. The way you did laundry whenever you were stressed or your love affair with coffee or how you genuinely enjoyed his terrible jokes though you would never admit it. Everything. There was something about you that always seemed to make sense to him. He could depend on you to be yourself and that was reassuring.

He let out a deep breath before punching in the code and slipping into your apartment. You were lounging on the couch in a pair of old sweats and a t-shirt; a diminishing bowl of popcorn nestled on your lap as you absently watched a drama on the television. Gray felt his chest tighten a bit. You looked so heartbreakingly beautiful to him that he didn’t want to disturb you.

“It’s just me,” he said quietly. Part of him hoped you wouldn’t notice so he could stare at you a moment longer but you always noticed Gray.

You looked up at him, your smile touching your eyes as you took in how sweet he looked when he was exhausted. You patted the space beside you on the couch. You didn’t have to ask him twice. You shifted a bit as he sunk into the cushion until there was a comfortable space between the two of you.

It had just occurred to Gray that he hadn’t thought of a reason to give you for his visit on the short walk from the studio. He wracked his brain trying to come up with a decent excuse. Silence settled between the two of you that was only broken by the sound of the drama’s end credits playing.

“You look stressed,” you said.

“A bit.”


He nodded. You knew he wanted to talk but getting anything out of Gray when he was upset took some prompting.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“There isn’t much to tell. Deadlines coming up, compositions that aren’t turning out, practicing my set for this tour, more deadlines. Oh, did I mention deadlines?” You both chuckled.

“You’re deflecting the real issue,” you said.

You put the now empty popcorn bowl on the coffee table and turned to face him completely. Your arms wrapped around your legs as you propped your chin up on your knees and gave Gray your undivided attention.

Gray sighed and rubbed his eyes; the extent of his exhaustion setting in. It hadn’t occurred to him that as he had been getting to know your habits, you had been observing his too.

“Aish! You know me too well,” he muttered. His posture slumped when you didn’t respond. Your silence was your coup de grâce; the final push he needed before his unfiltered thoughts began pouring out to you.

“You’re right. It’s not just work. It’s everything,” he started. “The day I met Jay was one of the best days of my life because I never thought I would work with someone so focused and inspiring about music outside of an occasional collaboration. He makes it look so effortless. All those hours in the studio and people still call him lazy because the pressure just melts off of him.”

He was aware that he was rambling. In truth, his frustrations had almost nothing to do with Jay but he couldn’t stop himself nor did it seem like you wanted him to. Your concentration was unwavering.

“Talking with Jay was like having clarity for the first time in years about what I wanted to do. I didn’t want to be just ‘Gray the producer’ or 'Gray the songwriter.’ I wanted to be in the center of it all; on stage, my stage, with my fans cheering me on.

"I know it sounds selfish but for once I wanted to write music for myself instead of watching someone else perform it. I was given an opportunity to do that and it was everything that I expected thanks to the guys…,” Gray’s thoughts trailed off momentarily. He looked up at you with a half smile but he could feel the sadness in his eyes betraying him.

“But now whenever I go into the studio to work on new stuff it’s like nothing comes out right. I just sit at my keyboard and my mind goes blank because nothing I write is good enough. I just choke.” He fidgeted with his hands out of frustration. “I never choke.”

His words were getting strained as he struggled to keep himself composed. It wasn’t pride that kept him from crying in front of you but rather his need to keep you as happy as possible. You weren’t completely separate from his work but you were about as uninvolved as he could manage to keep you. Spending time with you was his escape from those deadlines that he often overworked himself for and there were days when the promise of seeing you was the only thing that kept him going.

You jumped up from the couch without a word and quickly shuffled down the hallway. You were back before Gray could follow you with an old blanket folded haphazardly underneath your arm.

“Come with me.”

A confused Gray tilted his head questioningly.

“Where exactly are we going at this hour?”

“First of all, Gray, we live in Seoul: the city that actually never sleeps. Don’t believe what they say about New York City.” Gray rolled his eyes at you.

“You act like I’ve never been there.”

You rolled your eyes back at him. Gray was so sweet and soft spoken when you first met him that when he finally felt comfortable enough to show his stubborn, witty side you nearly toppled over in surprise. Part of you was infuriated by it but only a small part…

“Just trust me, Gray, okay?”

He begrudgingly got off the sofa and followed you to the roof of your apartment building. The nights were still warm enough to survive without a jacket and Gray couldn’t help but smile as you both took a moment to breathe in the fresh air. You spread the blanket out in your favorite spot; a carefully chosen place hidden from the exit of the stairwell but far enough away from the hvac fans so that you could hear someone coming.

“Lay down,” you said casually but when you saw Gray’s flustered reaction you couldn’t stop your cheeks from tingeing red.

“I pinky promise that I will be a complete gentleman, Lee Sunghwa,” you recovered. Though he still had questions for you, he grinned hearing you say his name and did as he was told. You laid next to him.

“What are we doing up here?” he asked in mock agitation.

“Shh. You are done talking for now.”

“I can manage that.”

You gave him a playful slap on the arm for making a joke at his own expense.

“Alright, now all you have to do is look up.”

He followed your directions. Gray could make out only a few stars at first. He stared up at the sky, listening to the rhythm of your breathing, feeling your arm innocently brush against his as you tried to get comfortable. He wouldn’t stop until you told him to and as his eyes combed the night sky he began to distinguish more and more stars.

His imagination filled in the rest until suddenly he was not looking at just a handful but rather thousands of feint lights dappling the horizon. The sight made Gray strangely aware of just how small he must look laying on the rooftop.

“You see it?”

“It’s stunning,” he said. “How often do you come up here?”

“Whenever I’m feeling stressed and laundry isn’t enough,” you said, earning a chuckle from Gray. “I don’t know why but there is something about it that helps me put my problems into perspective. It’s  really freeing to realize your own insignificance. That in the grand scheme of things my problems are so trivial and that my aspirations and failures are temporary.”

“So what you’re saying is that I should keep trying because I’m insignificant?”

“I know you’re not that dense,” you groaned. “What I’m saying is that you should keep trying even if you fail because failure is not what you’re going to be remembered for. Besides, the guys won’t let you fail, I won’t let you fail, and most of all you won’t let yourself fail.”

Gray felt the blush on his cheeks deepen at your words as he broke away from your gaze.

What I wouldn’t give to see the world through her eyes, he thought as he helped you fold the blanket. Maybe one day I’ll tell her how much I love her but for now I just want to make her proud.

“Everything ok?” You asked over your shoulder when you noticed he was lagging behind.

“Everything is… good." 

He liked the way that sounded.

anonymous asked:

1. re: "it’s everything we DIDN’T get in 3A"1000xYES from Mary:) I will quote Dana Leigh Brand from tracking-board, she writes about FS very interestingly and in better english than mine;): "Please compare this carefully nurtured, artfully constructed, perfectly in-character moment to the various pieces of early season three which tried for the similar emotional resonance and failed miserably...

Part 2. The kicker is: we were left with the mystery of Simmons disappearance for a full six months in real time. The FS reunion we got from that separation was meaningful the first time. Subsequent viewings are tainted by cheap melodrama" This time the writing is really very good. The well-known tropes do not fit into them, it’s clear for attentive viewers.

Part 3. It is a pity that all season 3 is in the canon and that they have not used up the opportunity to weaken its unfavorable impact for characters and FS story. One thing more. I’m not offended like some viewers that Jemma was afraid (Yo Yo’s comment) Fitz still loves someone else, just after feel afraid he would be the same guy he was in the Framework (Daisy said it). It’s natural for me, the both fears.

Hey there, Mary!! WE GOT RENEWED!!

The BIG BIG problem with 3A, besides Impossible Will, was that they wanted to do this whole “Which one will she choose?” thing, which was ridiculous, because who chooses some dirty man who put you in a cage over your best friend in the every world?The thing that is special about FitzSimmons was their bond, and this tainted it unnecessarily. 

All of the great FS moments in 3A are only great when you take them out of context. The sunrise scene is WONDERFUL if you forget that Jemma is fawning over a picture of Will the very next time we see her. The first kiss scene is FANTASTIC if you don’t watch the love confession for Will that happens right before it. I don’t think it’s just the shipper goggles when I say that Jemma’s wishy-washy-ness cheapened just about every moment we had. And it was largely out of character and inconsistent. Truly horrible writing! 

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If Jemma had come back with actual PTSD and needed Fitz to help her find her PLATONIC FRIEND Will, we could have had basically the same story, but it would feel genuine. The conflict could have been Fitz trying to help Jemma and failing, and then guess what, seeing what happened with his hypoxia from Jemma’s perspective! 

I’ve said it a thousand times, but do I get tired of saying it? No. It took 4C and Jemma trying to save Fitz for that damage to be repaired.

So, I guess I disagree with you on that point. While there were some parts of 4C that I didn’t like, and while it was TORTURE going through it, I think that this has shown 1) how dedicated Jemma is to Fitz and 2) how strong their connection is despite all odds. While Fitz didn’t wake up when he saw Jemma, (which I understand though I would have liked to see some movement in the right direction), we saw how wonderful the FitzSimmons bond is by the contrast between Fitz x AIDA. THAT relationship, even if you take out the blatant and extensive abuse, is nowhere near as healthy as FitzSimmons. 

If you forget that this is Fitz acting against his will and just think of the Doctor as a separate character, do you see the tenderness that FitzSimmons have? Do you see how they make each other better? Of course not! You see a woman who has all the power and a man who feels like he has to run circles to stay worthy of her. If this relationship was 100% consensual (which it is not), it would still be terrible. These are two people who have an unbalanced power dynamic, push each other to dominate and control, and are absolutely miserable. If he had a healthy, loving, equal relationship, he wouldn’t feel the need to scream and throw things all the time.

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And, in contrast, we have the (albeit sparse) FitzSimmons moments in 4A and 4B, in which two people love each other, protect each other, occasionally disagree with each other, recognize when they’re wrong and apologize to each other, and support each other in every way they know how. Fitz and AIDA could never do any of that.    

So we have that in the past in 4C, while in the present, we have Jemma fighting for the man she loves against all odds. Even when everyone says that he’s the bad guy. Even when she sees him do terrible things. Even when he has a gun to her head! He doesn’t recognize her because he’s NOT Fitz, because he’s been twisted so far away from the good, loving man we know that HE is unrecognizable. 

For me, that shows that their bond doesn’t just exist because they exist. It’s not just because they happen to be two young geniuses from the UK. Their bond goes deeper than that, and it’s rooted in shared values and a high moral standard. It’s not who they are, but who they chose to become. And since, in the Framework, Fitz was manipulated into becoming something else, their bond was broken. 

Just like Mike said in the pilot, it matters who you are. 

And yes, they dragged out the drama too long, but we got our promised reward in the end with that hug scene. After a whole arc of Jemma fighting for Fitz against all odds, what does Fitz do? He fights for HER! He makes it clear that she’s the woman he loves, and he doesn’t back down when AIDA gets violent. Instead, he acted like the good, heroic Fitz we know and love, and in the end, we got to see that bond return. The hug scene is so poignant because they’ve been through so much, but they can still understand and comfort each other without words. Fitz can worry that Jemma will never love him, but all she has to do is put a hand on his shoulder to prove that she does. I mean, look at this!

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You can see the change in his face as Jemma restores his hope!

I really think they went A LONG way, Mary. And my guess is that now we have FitzSimmons reunited, we probably have at least one good scene left this season (though, like we have agreed, we should keep expectations low and assume the hug is the best we’ll get).

As for Jemma’s fears, I agree with you that both fears are valid. She was definitely afraid he was the Doctor, or she wouldn’t have ICED him. Then, as she saw the other people come back and realized they were themselves, her fear turned to real Fitz still loving AIDA, which you have to admit, is a heartbreaking thing! Not only would Jemma have lost him, but she would have lost him to a toxic relationship, as I described above. How devastating would that have been?

And it’s okay for Jemma to be sad/afraid that the man she loves might be in love with someone else, because love is hard to come by, especially their love! And she just spent this arc showing us how precious their love is to her! She has the right to be upset when she thinks that love has been ripped away.

But luckily for us, Jemma was able to prove that her fears were unfounded. Now, they can go forward as a couple with a bond that’s stronger than ever.

anonymous asked:

i think i'm ready to come out!! i'm probably coming out the 11th bc its coming out day or my birthday a few days later. But anyways, do you know how to not make it awkward? I feel like i'll make it awkward...

Every coming out session will be its own mini adventure. You really, truly cannot control what will happen. But here’s some things that might help:

  • Try to come out at an opportune time, where you and the person/people you come out to are alone with you. Somewhere with no distractions that you or they might focus on more than what’s at hand. It’s okay if you can’t, but remember: stay on point, don’t trail off.
  • Prepare jokes. But don’t use them all at the beginning, save them for after you’ve come out straightforward to lighten the mood. Making a pun first could make things confusing for them.
  • Bring food. They’ll be too busy munching to notice if you’re acting too weird.
  • Write out your “speech” before hand. Rehearse it. Even if it’s simply a “Hey, guess what, I’m ______,” saying it out loud a few times can help you prepare for it.
  • Act casual, and stay positive. A relaxed mood will make things easier for you, and them. Smiling can help lots.
  • Try relaxation techniques beforehand. I’ve found this weird trick where if you press your tongue against the top ridge in your mouth (behind your incisors) and hold it there for a while, you feel a bit more at ease. Remember to breathe, try mindfulness, sing your favorite song, go on a walk, whatever helps you.
  • If you’re worried about them accepting you, remember you can just walk away if things get too bad.
  • Another writing thing: you don’t even have to first come out by word at all. You can write a letter and give it to em, and even be there when they read it.
  • If you and them are comfortable with physical contact with each other, give them a hug when you’ve done it. Hugs release tension and anxiety, and it can help say things where your words fail to.
  • Wear your flag on your body somewhere. Draw the rainbow on your wrist. Write something reminding you of who you are that’ll help you remember that you’ve got a whole other family behind your back.
  • Be yourself. It’s cheesy, kinda stupid, but I find people tend to act awkward when they are unsure of themselves or are trying to act like someone else. Being you, talking as much as you’d talk regularly, acting the same way you do everyday, can remind the person that even though they’ve found out something that changes their whole perspective, it’s still their friend/sibling/kid/parent/romantic partner/whoever you are, sitting in front of them.
  • If they need time to process it and it feels like it’s getting weird, give them time. Tell them that’ll you’ll talk to them once it’s sunk in, and when you get the chance, leave. 
  • And finally, once everything’s gone a-okay… make as many puns as you want, and RELISH in the fact that you’re out and proud. 
  • Go get em tiger, happy birthday.
A Reminder For Finding Mr. Right

I’m writing this for me, just so you know I’m not trying to spite you and you’re most likely never going to see this list but if you ever do, just know that this list is a reminder for me and I’m not trying to hurt you or call you out for doing all these things. I just need this to remind me of what I need in the future. 

1. I didn’t like that you didn’t get along with my friends. You always looked at my guy friends as competition when you should have seen them as your companions. You should have seen my friends as the support group that were there for me when you couldn’t. 

I will find someone that loves my friends and that my friends will love. 

2. I hated fighting with you. About the little things. We just fought constantly. We had different morals and didn’t agree. And the thing was we were both stubborn and head strong. I didn’t like how you handled me when we fought, you always ran off instead of trying to deal with it. 

I will live by “Never go to bed angry” and talk through every argument until there’s a solution

3. You never steered the wheel. Every decision, every thing we did you never took hold of the wheel. I’m tired of doing everything. 

I will find someone to share the wheel with

4. You didn’t like talking to me. You never called just to talk. You didn’t share your life with me. And you didn’t seem to care about what I had to share with you about my life. 

I will find someone that genuinely wants to know about my day and will share their life with me

5.  You never told me how you really felt, you bottled everything up and blew up in my face. You treated me like I was the enemy. You acted like I was your mother or brother, and like with them you lied to me. 

I will find someone that will be honest with me

6. You didn’t understand me or did you try to understand me. You didn’t hear me out or try to understand from my perspective. You failed to see why those things were important to me. 

I will find someone that respects the things that are important to me

7. You drove a wedge between me and my family. My family is crazy and intense but at the end of the day they are my family. You damaged my relationship with my mom and you didn’t think you were doing anything wrong. 

 I will find someone that respects my family and loves my family as much as me

8. I hated the person I was when I was with you. I had so many trust issues. I was the controlling girlfriend and I never wanted to be like that. 

I promise that I will not be that girlfriend again as long as he shows me that I can trust him

9. You made me vulnerable. You always pointed things out about me that I hated about myself. Sometimes you’d even say things like “Why can’t you be like that?” or “Why do you have to act like that”. 

I will find someone that loves me completely and won’t compare me to other girls

10. You didn’t appreciate me and everything I did. 

I will find someone that will find themselves lucky to have me

11. You weren’t there for me. I know that you have your own life and I have mine but when I needed you the most, you were selfish and you decided to leave me. 

I will find someone that will be there for me 

12. After some time, it felt like you didn’t love me anymore. That you only wanted me physically. I felt disposable and I shouldn’t feel that way. 

I will find someone that sees past the physicality and love me for me

13. You made me feel unwanted. I felt like you settled for me, like you were always looking for someone better. I felt like I was your safety net. 

I will find someone that sees me as their top priority

I’m not saying that I didn’t have any faults during our relationship because I definitely did. I thought you were the one but there were so many signs that showed me you weren’t even close to him. You made me happy for a little while but down the line you stopped and the sadness, the hurt, the bad outweighed the good. It just took me three years to realize. I promise I’ll realize a lot sooner with the next person. I’m sorry that we couldn’t be what each other needed.  I came to accept that we weren’t right for each other. It’s time for me to continue with my life. Even though I’ve accepted it, I don’t want you in my life, I’ll remember you as a lesson and nothing more. Thank you for the lesson.

That one ask from earlier just made me think about how depressing the superhero world is, like you get these heroes who are risking their lives every day for an incredibly? Dangerous job and you know, if a hero doesn’t end up dying young they’re likely to retire early? Then you got these schools specifically dedicated to churning out shiny new little heroes who are still hopeful and sparkly and not quite tainted by the world of the pros only to have the cycle repeat? And then you have pros like All Might out here doing ads and PSA like use your Quirk to do good! You can become a hero like encouraging these kids to enter a profession that will almost certainly fuck ‘em up in some way and it’s interesting because BNHA is told from the perspective of Izuku who is obviously sipping the hero factory Kool Aid without fail, the overall tone is so optimistic and one of the reasons why I adore him because he is so optimistic and trying his best but also when will the slight cynicism hit. HM. 

“It hurts when you realize that everything you once knew is gone.”

Words fail me when I try and say how much I absolutely love WKM (so I decided to make this video edit), never have I thought I would love two fictional characters as much as I do The Colonel and Damien. Their origin story still hurts my soul because they were never given a choice, they were the best of friends and they didn’t deserve such heartbreak and sadness. 

Now I have a whole new perspective on Wilford and Dark then I ever thought I would but I guess that was the whole point because just Wil and Dark wasn’t everything they were.

Keisuke blinked in confusion as she stared at the ninken-carrying teammate in her doorway. “You need me to dog-sit?”

Pakkun sighed in exasperation under his summoner’s arm. How humiliating, being treated like a common dog in need of a human to watch after him. Still, he said nothing as Kakashi lifted him up closer to his chest. He knew why he’d really been brought here, and he wouldn’t complain about a couple days of pampering…

“Pakkun has a sprained paw and Tsume said he’ll have to stay off of it for a couple weeks,” Kakashi explained. “I don’t want to send him back with the other summons while he’s hurt, but I’m going out of the village for a mission.”

“Oh, poor Pakkun!” Kei scooped the pug out of Kakashi’s arms, and a set of fingers was immediately scratching that spot behind his ear that could put him right to sleep. “How’d you manage to get hurt?”

“Sparring with Obito,” Kakashi answered for him. “He’ll be fine, but I hope you don’t mind him staying here for a couple days.”

“Of course I don’t,” Kei said, her attention now entirely on the ninken. “You’re always welcome here, Pakkun. Besides, Hayate’s team has a C-rank outside the village tomorrow, so you’ll be good company. Tell you what, I’ll get some sausages from the market later. By the time Kakashi’s back, you won’t even want to leave.”

Pakkun grinned and leaned into her scratches. “Keep scratching my ear like that and I’ll stay whenever you want.”

Kei laughed and Kakashi coughed quietly, getting her to look back at him.

“Sorry!” Kei said. “I won’t hold you up from your mission. We’ll be fine here.”

Kakashi was silent for a moment, and Pakkun could tell he was trying to think of something else to add. Apparently, he hadn’t really thought this visit out beyond dropping off his ninken to his dog-obsessed teammate. He settled for saying “Oh… Uh, thanks. I guess I’ll get going.”

Pakkun sighed. The kid was hopeless. It was going to take a lot more than “please watch my dog” to get Kei’s attention – or at least the kind he wanted.

Kei apparently could tell that something was on his mind, because she added sincerely, “You don’t need to worry about Pakkun. I’ll take great care of him. Promise.”

“Thanks,” Kakashi said quietly. “See you in a few days.”

He started to turn away when she called his name. “Be safe out there.”

With a faint blush creeping across his cheeks, Kakashi nodded at her over his shoulder and took off.

Kei shut the door behind him and brought Pakkun over to a nice cushion on her couch. “Looks like it’s just you and me,” she said as she sat down beside him. “I hope he doesn’t worry about you too much.”

Pakkun briefly wondered if all human teenagers were so clueless but got over it when belly rubs were offered. He’d probably have a grumpy Kakashi – his subtle attempts for her attention having failed again – on his paws when he got back, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy all of the attention himself for a couple days.


Not entirely pleased with this, but I wanted to try Pakkun’s perspective. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Oh my god I love it! And the fact that Kakashi obviously has less idea of what he should be doing here than Pakkun does. :D

Fireflies and Patience

Based on this imagine from @imaginexhobbit

Fili x Reader

Warning: Stupid amounts of fluff.

Word count: 1,492

Their laughter lifts your heart; the two fully grown Dwarves gambol about the moonlit meadow with clear jars, chasing clumsily after the fireflies floating on the slight breeze. You are stretched along the grass, propped up on your elbows as you watch Fili and Kili try their hardest to catch a few of the unfortunate bugs, but you are certain their racket and certain lack of finesse are driving them away.

“No, no, no! That way, Kee!”

Kili takes Fili’s direction and, in turning before his feet get the message, he trips and falls flat onto his front, the jar in his hand thudding to the ground, too. He glares up at you as a snort of laughter escapes your teeth, but that doesn’t dampen your mirth.

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