i went through a lot of colors

What a honour is it, to listen to you once more.

To your art full of color and beauty.

You worked so hard

You really went through a lot.

I will cherish, celebrate and love this piece of your heart.

From now on

You are our pride

I love you Kim Jonghyun

My inspiration

My star

My moon

My friend

Now and always

Master Post

I went through my blog and found some posts that I thought were useful. There’s not a lot yet, but I’ll keep my resource page updated

Witch Tips/Witchcraft 101



Herbalist Related/Etc

Kitchen Witchcraft

Hellenic Polytheism

Deities/General Polytheism

i think it’s time i told you (i’m a fan of your universe) (1/1)

Years after Hawkmoth’s defeat, Ladybug and Chat Noir have a conversation about life, love, and marriage.

Ladybug checked her communicator for the third time that night, and frowned.

The green pawprint blinked idly back at her, resting at a junction between city streets—the same place it had been every other time she’d checked.

They hadn’t arranged to meet up that night. It was her turn for a solo patrol tonight, and there hadn’t been any trouble big enough to make calling for help a necessity. She’d stopped a couple muggings, interrupted a robbery—normal, small things. Nothing that needed an extra pair of hands.

And, sure, they both transformed just for the fun of it sometimes. Sometimes they caught one another out on morning strolls or midnight snack runs or impromptu patrols, but usually those involved moving around.

Chat’s tracker hadn’t moved in the past two hours.

She shouldn’t worry—Hawkmoth had been in jail for the past three years and Chat wasn’t in a bad part of town right now—but…


The green pawprint blinked at her from the same junction, at the same pace, unmoved.

Ladybug abandoned the end of her route and headed downtown.

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7.5.16+3:30pm // journal unfiltered + comments behind each spread! // wanted to show you guys what my bujo spreads look like with no filters/editing involved. i feel like this would give you a better perspective of the colors and washi tapes i’m using. just click for a bigger view and for commentary. :D 


A group of friends and I were chatting the other day about our “AH HA” moments. A shot where something clicked. I can clearly point out a few of these in my career, but this one comes to mind first. I was STRUGGLING with CG, big time. In fact before getting to Disney I had decided to give it up and try my hand at storyboarding. Then I was accepted into Talent Development as a CG Animator and decided to give it one last shot. I spent 6 months in Tal Dev and there were some clicks but I still had a hard time using the graph and a lot of the other tools. Here’s an embarrassing fact…I went through all of “Frozen” not knowing how to switch between IK & FK and not knowing what constraints were. I just brute force everything. A lot of frame by framing. After Frozen I was asked to work on a water projection show for Disneyland called World of Color. This is the shot. I Finally understood the graph and how to benefit from it. I had been using CG for about a year at this point and finally started to get comfortable with the tools. Which means, I started to enjoy the process more. All this to say, stick with it. Persistence and patience is key. We all learn at different paces, so just keep at it if you’re struggling and you’ll have your “clicks”. I still have them all the time, sometimes for a technical hurdle, sometimes in drawing, sometimes for body mechanics or animation principles. It means we’re growing, so keep at it!

#disney #disneyanimation #olaf #disneyland #california #californiaadventure #worldofcolor #joshgad #frozen #animation #letitgo #inspiration #fun #artistsoninstagram #artwork #cganimation #student #art #learning #school #tips #anna #elsa (at Walt Disney Animation Studios)

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@december-dragon I was your secret santa for @rusame-secret-santa-2017! Reading over your prompts, I really wanted to do all of them, yet with my busy schedule, this was what I was able to achieve. If one thing was clear, you wanted fluff, especially with Alfred treating Ivan, so I delivered.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it!

Drunken Confession

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k-ish

Summary: The Reader confesses to Dean. 

Warnings: None really. Just a bit of fluff :) 

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for  @winchester-writes Rose’s Birthday Drinking Challenge!! My prompt: Republic Tequila - “Y'know know, they’re all ‘Well…you gotta drink too.” it’ll be bolded in the fic. I hope you guys like it!!!

Drunken Confession

I’m not that much of a drinker.

Usually, it was Sam and I that had to drag Dean’s drunken ass back to the Impala after he made a complete idiot out of himself in front of the bar’s waitress.

It was never me.

But tonight was different. Especially when the feelings you’ve been harboring deep inside your core for the green eyed Winchester were finally reaching maximum overload.

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Learning how to code

So, I play Flight Rising and for those that don’t know it’s basically a pet website that auto creates pets based on a set list of parameters. For example, you pick the color blue and say it has tiger stripes and the website generates a dragon image that’s blue with tiger stripes. Anyways~ I got to thinking, can I make something like that? I used to work in other adoptable communities as a coloring artist, but we’d always have to do the markings and the colors ourselves. Well, I love making things easy for myself so I decided to take a crack at learning how to code (cuz that’s easy right? /s) 

Python. I’m starting at ground zero with coding, but I have heard that if you’re gonna learn how to code, python is the easiest language out of them all. My understanding is that it took all the mumbo-jumbo out of the stupid little characters all over the place and packed them into nice, easy to understand command words. Easy peesy, but I wanna create images, not words. Turns out python has a pretty sweet image processing package called pillow. Double sweet. Enough talking, time for pretty pictures.

The artwork.
I got my hands on some pretty awesome deer (and later flying tiger)  lineart from a gaia user named “breedable art by V”. All the lineart you’re about to see was originally drawn by this person. 
With artwork in hand I started writing my script. I broke the deer down to four levels, body color, marks, accent stuff, and the lineart. So that’s three colors and the ink. Turned out to be pretty easy to get the code to prompt the user to ask for a rgb value and then color the artwork. 

Boom! Mission accomplished. The image on the left I colored in photoshop and the image on the right was generated using the code I just scripted. I can’t tell the difference. I was so excited and happy that I actually did what I set out to do that I wanted to take it to the next level. I commissioned a bit more complicated lineart and set up the script to work with the new artwork. 

Done. Now, this image is actually a lot more complicated than the deer image. I’ve broken down the artwork to primary, secondary, and tertiary (much like FR). With coding you have to stay super organized or else everything can turn into a hot mess super quickly so there’s three levels with sub levels in each section. In primary, you have the base color of the body with the second level of markings that are colored slightly differently. Notice the legs and face markings. Those are the 2nd level in the primary level. I’ll take another term from FR and call this gene basic. The wings are made up of three levels in their basic gene. By breaking the artwork down like this, I’m able to get the code to create more complicated images.
Now the fun part, creating a list of colors and organizing the code in a way to accept more gene artwork. After basic I made tiger stripes (they are based on tigers after all… well, with wings). 

The code works! I always do a little victory dance when I add to the code and it works because I’ve found that adding tends to break things. The script can now recognize the colors I picked and named, while also understanding what I mean when I say ‘basic’ or ‘tiger’. I don’t have to actually type in the three numbers for the rgb color code (that was super tedious btw). I made a list of 55 colors, gave them names, and generated a compliment and accent color list based off the main colors. You can see the color lists in action with the wings. The color fire is made up of an orange, yellow-orange, and super orange color. If that makes sense.  

Now that I got the code organized to accept new genes, it’s time to expand. New gene: cloud and tint. 

So I pretty much got the code working good for one set of lineart, how would it handle another set? Time to get the code to ask the user if they wanted male or female lines.

Now it can do both, no problem. Next step: adding in blend modes. So in photoshop, you can tell the layers how to interact with one another using layer blend modes  (multiply, soft light, etc.). Right now the code just adds images on top of images and spits out a final file that has everything together. Well, I want the script to calculate layers. It’s how you change the black lineart to another color. In photoshop, I’d set the layer to soft light. I figured out how to do it in the code and before long I got the script to spit out an image that was much richer than the simple black lines. 

It was also at this point I added the shadow layer since I multiply my shadows on the artwork. The artwork is a little messy because the black lines covered up a lot of coloring mistakes, but I went through and fixed it. 

Here’s what the program can do right now:

I’m super pleased with how things have turned out so far. I have plans to add in a child stage and get the program to generate a random child image based on the parent’s colors and markings, but that’s the next stage. Right now I’m having fun generating a bunch of cool images and thinking up ideas for new genes to add. Thanks for reading and don’t be afraid to learn something new!

For part 2 clicky HERE <<<<<<

I just went to help clean a house my friend was going to be moving into and I look into one of the bedrooms and first thing that hits you is this MS Paint blue color on the walls, and it’s kind of off putting, but okay, maybe it was a little kid’s room or something. Lots of kids’ rooms have retina-burning bright colors.

But then I actually walk in.

And on the wall is this springtime monstrosity of Olaf skipping through a field of flowers with the same horrid blue in the sky, but his eyes are lost and soulless. Like Dark Souls Olaf. And then the freaking bee from Bee Movie, in some sort of warped, demented form, is there beside him skipping in this unholy mural and her parents couldn’t understand why she, an 18-year-old girl, a legal adult, would want to paint over it.

For anyone looking for a new show to watch-

For anyone looking for a great new show to watch, I just discovered this little Gem on Netflix called The Nightshift. The main character is played by Eoin Macken aka that sexy hunk of a man who played our beloved Gwain in Merlin. The show is about a hospital night shift in Son Antonio Texas and it has amazing representation for all walks of life. Like it only has two seasons so far but already it’s dealt with Important issues like being afraid to come out, ptsd, bulimia, the lack of mental health acceptance for Latinos, and a shit load of other issues. On top of being a drama it’s also hilariously funny and amazing to watch. Plus, oh my god- the cast is amazingly diverse and gorgeous as fuck. Like there’s so much color representation and especially Latino representation and African American representation. Plus a huge part of the show centers around the Hospital being in Texas and majority of the characters are ex-army or still in the army reserves and dealing with their ptsd and all of the shit they went through in Afghanistan, along with people fighting for acceptance with all of their personal issues now that they’re back home. I’m sorry that this is super long and probably jumbled as fuck but I just really love this show and I think a lot of people would love it too.

anonymous asked:

what, or who, inspired your art style?

when I was younger I never went through an anime phase I went through a old shit phase lol I would get hand me down books from my cousins. I had a LOT of Archie comics and I wanted to draw like that so bad, I had a lot of jetsons,Josie and the pussycats, Jem and SHE-RA, so a big influence for me was 80′s cartoons and 90′s Xmen and a lot of Barbie books. Which all really influence the color pallets I like to use now

then in highschool I got an MSI CD that changed how I drew! The cover of “ Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely Sexy” still influences me today haha then I found tank girl and finally got more into anime and  here we are!

Crazy and In Love

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Crazy and In Love

Word Count: 755

Genre: Mafia!Au, TaeHyung x reader, drabble

A/N: Hello! I decided to experiment with this story and I decided to share it! Please tell me what you think! Dedicated to @lovely-bangtan7

You look down at the silver colored suitcase that TaeHyung slid in front of you on the floor. Confusion and shock was clearly written on your face. The suitcase was rather large in size, and when you attempted to pick it up, you found that it was pretty hefty, too. But the question was, what could possibly be in it? Judging from the scrapes and cuts on his skin and blood stains on his clothing, he had obviously went through a lot to get whatever it was inside. A feeling of fear and worry began to take over you from head to toe just from the thought of it.

“Open it,” was all he said before taking off the leather gloves slowly and carefully, revealing his blood stained knuckles that gave away the chance of a possible quarrel that took place.

With cautious hand and unsure thoughts, you flicked open the clamps on the suitcase, and slowly opened it. Crimson red spread to every aspect of your face from shock. Pearls, diamonds, and rubies gleamed from the sunlight that filled the room. You quickly closed the suitcase with a gasp. Most people would give you something simple as a gift like a card, money, or a cheap bracelet. Diamonds, rubies, and pearls were absolutely too much. You could only imagine the amount of trouble and blood that was shed in order to get them.

“Where on earth did you get these?!” you yelled, your heart beginning to thump against your chest. You could practically hear the blood rushing in your ears. “I told you that I don’t want anymore gifts! Why do keep buying me expensive things?” You asked him those questions with tears clouding your eyes. This wasn’t the first time he had bought you expensive gifts. And to be honest, you were sick of it. He was crazy in every way that you could imagine. He kept you captive in his home, dressed you in expensive clothing, and demanded that you were looked after at all times. TaeHyung, the most feared man in all of Korea and leads the most powerful mafia there is, is crazy in love with you, which strikes nothing but fear in your heart.

TaeHyung shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and threw it on the floor before getting down on his knees and crawling directly towards you, a serious and stern look on his perfect face making you fearful of what he might do.

“I bought you a car, and you didn’t take it,” he began, slowly crawling his way to you. You would’ve pushed yourself back from him as he came closer, but you knew that wouldn’t have saved you from him. It’s his apartment after all. “I bought you expensive clothing and gave you protection, I even bought you an island and you won’t even accept it.” TaeHyung is now in front of you but he doesn’t stop, he keeps moving forward until you’re laying on the plush, white carpet. He’s now hovering over you, staring you deeply in the eyes. His look was stern but you could look in his eyes and see the sadness that threatened to spill over. TaeHyung was about to cry.

“I love you, but you aren’t accepting me back. Why don’t you love me?” TaeHyung now has your face in his hands, cupping your face so that you look at him and him only. The look on his face brought tears to your eyes that spilled downwards towards the carpet  from each side. You were crying from both fright and sorrow. You felt bad for making him cry. He was a sweet man when he opened up to you, and was willing to do any and everything for you, but he was also a dangerous man. You had told yourself that even though you wanted to love him back that you wouldn’t because eventually, he will fall, and who’s going to pick up the pieces when you’re grieving over him?

A steady stream of tears fell from his face, his face scrunched up in hurt and heartache, which made you cry a river also. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, but you couldn’t risk it. The cold and serious TaeHyung would never shed a tear in front of his men or anyone else, but with you, it was a totally different story.

“Y/N, please, Why won’t you love me back?”

Female Korean-American Teenager

Hi, I’m Caroline, and as the title states, I’m a female Korean-American teen currently living in a town that’s 80% white. The majority of East Asians living here are Japanese, and over the years, there have been a few sprinklings of new Korean or Chinese families moving in. For the most part, however, my family was the only Korean family in town when we first came here. This heavily impacted my childhood - made me ashamed of my culture and ethnicity - and of course, the racism that I constantly faced from classmates, parents, teachers, and sometimes even friends, was exhausting. 

It means so much to me to see Korean-American characters - or any person of color, really - be represented in today’s books, TV shows, movies, etc. For once, I’d like to see fully-fleshed out, complex characters who are people of color - not just the 2D stereotypes that too many forms of media put them out to be. So if a few more writers out there become less ignorant due to this post, I’ll be forever grateful. 

So. Let’s do this thing!

Beauty Standards 

Most East Asians represented in today’s media have extremely straight, practically black hair. And while it’s true that straight, black hair is the most common trait regarding hair amongst Koreans, there are (*gasp*) a few of us with curly hair, too. (Moi.) To the Koreans I knew, anyways, my hair was always an object of envy. I’d frequently be asked if I got the perm, and whenever I said I had naturally curly hair, there’d be a lot of “oh, how lucky"s going around. That made me feel pretty special, only it’d last for a short while before the reality of living in a mostly-white neighborhood kicked in, where my curly hair was usually made fun of. (Usually saying that Asians don’t have curly hair. Whatever. On the whole scale of racist comments I’ve been sent, the one about my hair is the least bothersome. When I was a kid, it bothered me a lot, though, and I think to some extent, it still bothers me at least a teeny bit - I actually started to straighten my hair when I went into eighth grade. Yup, give me the Hypocrite of the Year Award. I still need some adjustments.) 

Amongst Koreans, there’s also a lot of emphasis on having a small face, long and skinny legs, a fairly short torso…essentially, Koreans thrive for the typical European figure. Koreans, however, have pretty round faces, short and stalky legs, and long torsos for the most part. (With the exception of a few - and of course, the option for plastic surgery is always out there. I shit you not, almost every Korean woman I know have at least either (a) known someone who went through plastic surgery or (b) have been in plastic surgery myself. It’s a big deal in South Korea. My grandma had surgery done to her eyes twice, my mom’s friend had surgery done to her nose and her eyes, and my aunt’s brother is actually a plastic surgeon who does operations a number of times a day.) 


Growing up, I wore the typical American clothing - except for on special occasions, like my first birthday or New Year’s. On those days, I’d wear a hanbok, which is a traditional Korean gown with lots of colors and embroidery. The men would wear traditional clothing as well, and it’s customary for Koreans to wear these especially on New Year’s. Now, since my brothers and I have outgrown our hanboks, we just stick to American clothes on New Year’s. 

Daily Struggles 

Though I tell all my white friends and classmates that my first language is English, my first language was actually Korean. I don’t say that my first language is Korean anymore because firstly, I don’t want people to think of me as someone who only speaks Korean and secondly, I don’t know how to speak Korean anymore. It’s sad, really, because I can understand Korean much better than my siblings and my cousins, and there are moments when I can almost remember a phrase, but as of now, speaking the language is an extreme difficulty and embarrassment to me, especially when I’m surrounded by elders. (And usually, the only things I can say to them are ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘goodbye’.) It’s frustrating to speak to older Koreans and know exactly what they’re saying but only being able to respond in English. 

That being said, growing up, I often had to translate - more specifically, re-translate - for my mother, who didn’t know English at all when I was a child. She used to feel incredibly lonely for it, and often times, she’d feel frustrated and cry about how all of the white mothers acted like she was an idiot for not knowing English. As an extreme social butterfly, this really hurt my mother, and it hurt her even more when her own children were starting to distance themselves because of the language barrier. I remember having to sit with my mother on the couch and help her learn English - and it was, to be honest, one of the saddest experiences I’ve ever had to go through. She’d grow frustrated with herself, and she’d hate every bit of it, I could tell, but she kept going because she wanted to be there for her kids. (She eventually got her American citizenship, too, but by doing so, she had to give up her Korean citizenship. Most East Asian countries don’t allow dual citizenships.) And though I don’t speak Korean anymore, I actually continue to re-translate things for my mother - in other words, I just have to simplify the English a little bit to get her to understand what someone else is saying. (This method works for anyone else who is struggling with English. Simplify the words, that’s all - but don’t treat the person with disrespect.) 

And, of course, there’s the very exhausting series of questions that come with being Korean. The most annoying and frustrating are (but not limited to) - 

  • “Oh, so are you South Korean or North Korean?” (Bruh. If I was North Korean, there’s a VERY slim chance I’d be in America right now. I’d still be stuck in North Korea, wouldn’t I?) 
  • “But what’s your nationality?” (American.) “No, I mean your REAL nationality.“ 
  • “What are you? Japanese? Chinese? Vietnamese?” (For some reason, NO ONE GUESSES KOREAN.) 
  • “Wow, your English is great!” (???) 
  • “English is your best subject? Wait, then what about math?” (…) 
  • “I bet you’re super smart!” (…I study hard, yeah, but that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m Korean.) 
  • “Oh, my God, Koreans are SO hot.” (Ew. Times a thousand.) 

Dating and Relationships 

My parents are pretty strict about my nonexistent love life. If my dad had it his way, I wouldn’t be allowed to date until I’m out of college. But for real talk, my mom’s actually the one who’s much pickier on who I date. She told me since I was a kid that it’d be best for me to date (and marry) another Korean-American. She means this out of the goodness of her heart - mostly that she wants me to marry someone who I can connect with culturally. (“Regular Koreans will be too grounded into Korea. You need someone with similar experiences.”) My dad just doesn’t want me to date anyone Japanese - and while I find this wrong, it’s mostly due to the bad blood between Korea and Japan. (World War II, the Korean War, comfort women, etc.) 

And because of this prejudice against Japanese people, my dad always found it difficult to accept that I had a few Japanese friends. He often wanted me to stray away from other Eastern-Asians in general, American or not. (Unless, of course, it was for dating/marrying.) This was because he didn’t want me to become a part of “THAT Asian group”, which, let me just say, is pretty sad, because when there’s a group of white kids hanging around, no one finds it strange. When there’s a big group of x friends of x race, it’s suddenly SUCH an odd sight. 


This is where I try to restrain myself for real. 

The most common foods you’ll find at a Korean dinner table are rice, kimchi (which is basically spicy pickled cabbage - lots of Koreans eat it, but I personally never did. And I still don’t. Oops), kim (pronounced keem - basically roasted and dried, slightly salted seaweed strips. Which are really good), along with a number of side-dishes and maybe one big, main dish. (Mostly meat.) 

Favorite Korean dishes include

  • seolleongtang, a lightly salted broth with oxtail meat, or sometimes some other kind of meat. There’s usually a sprinkling of scallions, and rice or noodles can be served inside. 
  • kalbi, the famous Korean BBQ. Just imagine meat being prepared directly in front of you served with veggies. Delicious, but be warned - your burps will stink - and I mean stink - afterwards. Its variant, kalbi jim, are slow-cooked short ribs served often with Korean-style steamed potatoes and carrots. Just as good. 
  • tangsuyuk, sweet and sour (mostly sweet, I think, anyways,) pork. The pork is covered with a batter that is fried and then typically dunked in sweet sauce. Some people like to have the sauce on the side so they can dip it in - and still save the crunch. It’s a personal preference. 
  • buchimgae, otherwise known as Kimchi Pancakes. Korean pancakes are not your typical breakfast pancakes. They’re made in a pan, like regular breakfast pancakes, but inside, there’s an assortment of seafood, veggies, and in this version, kimchi. (There are spicy and non-spicy versions). 
  • tteokbokki, spicy rice cakes. Very chewy and again, pretty spicy. 

Favorite Korean sweets/desserts/snacks include 

  • tteok, sweet rice cakes. There are many different kinds of rice cake, usually with flavors of classical red bean or green tea. The favorite of many children is the classical rainbow tteok, where the rice cakes are dyed with strips of green, pink, and yellow. The flavor of plain tteok is actually not too sweet, but it’s still a very classic, very traditional and cultural Korean dessert that cannot be skipped over. 
  • yakbap, a very special type of sweet rice cake all on its own. This is a favorite amongst many, and the rice is prepared in a way that it’s sticky and brown. Pine nuts, chestnuts, and jujubes as well as raisins are mixed in. 
  • patbingsu, a frozen dessert. Think of an evolved form of shave ice with toppings like red bean paste, nuts, and fruit. Extremely popular in South Korea, not to mention one of its most iconic desserts. 
  • saeoosnek, shrimp-flavored crackers. Again, a very popular snack that’s exactly what it sounds like. Crackers. With. Shrimp. Flavoring. 
  • choco pie, a popular chocolate-marshmallow cake that looks similar to America’s moon pie. Extremely popular amongst children. 


In my family, we never celebrated the direct Korean celebrations, but we always celebrated the Korean New Year the traditional way. Again, usually dressed in hanbok, children (and parents) would bow down to the oldest members of the family and pay their respects with a traditional phrase. They also have to perform a special bow three times while saying this phrase. (There are two different bows - one for men, one for women.) Once doing so, the elder usually gives a blessing to the family members and presents them with an envelope of money, very similar to the traditional Chinese red envelope they receive on their New Year’s celebration. 

Another traditional Korean celebration my family - and many other Korean families, I’m sure - celebrate is the 100 Days birthday. 

A brief history lesson - back when Korea was suffering due to the economy failing, it was a rare occurrence to ever see a child live past one hundred days. Once one hundred days had passed, then the family would rejoice and throw a large celebration, inviting friends, extended family members. There’d be lots of food and laughter and different rituals all dedicated to the child. Now, of course, Korea’s economic situation is not the same as it was back then, but we still hold these celebrations for tradition and cultural reasons. 

One of the most important rituals in the 100 Days birthday is sitting the baby down in front of a variety of items - usually a coin, a pen, a length of twine, a book, food, and sometimes other variants of those items. If the child picks up a coin, then it is to be predicted that this child will live a wealthy life. If the child picks up a pen or a book, then it is to be predicted that this child will grow to become a scholar. If the child picks up food, then it is to be predicted that this child will never go hungry. If the child picks up the length of twine (or sometimes string or a spool of thread), then it is to be predicted that this child will live a long life. Some families believe in this, others don’t, but either way, this ritual is performed because hey, tradition! (And besides, it makes for pretty cute pictures.) 

Home/Family Life 

Korean families and Korean home-life, I feel, will always have a different atmosphere from white families. Most Korean parents are very reserved when it comes to public displays of affection for their children, though like all families, this can vary. Independence and learning how to grow an outer shell is very important to the Korean lifestyle. This doesn’t mean that Korean parents don’t love their children - of course they do, and again, all Korean families work differently. However, this pattern and discipline is a common thing to find in most Korean families. 

There’s a certain emphasis on studying - and no, not all Korean parents are super strict about grades and threaten to beat their children if they get a B on a report card. (At least, my parents didn’t.) However, education is still considered a top priority. Studying is encouraged, and most Korean parents want to see their children secure a good job (ie doctor, lawyer, engineer, etc). Most of the time, Korean parents just want to see their children live a secured life. That’s it. At least, with my parents, everything they ever taught me or told me had something to do with me learning to survive when I become older. I used to resent this when I was a kid, but now that I’ve grown more mature, I actually find myself appreciating everything my parents have ever taught me. 

Another note - when a Korean woman marries, she is cut off from her birth family and is considered to only be a part of her husband’s family. This limits her visits to her own birth family - and though this was a common thing before, I believe many Korean families don’t operate the same way anymore. (Some traditions last longer than others.) 

Elders are respected. Period. Even if s/he’s getting on your nerves, you ALWAYS RESPECT THE ELDERS. 

Shoes are taken off before entering a house. No exceptions to this rule. If you wanna impress your Korean friend, take off your damn shoes. This will be appreciated. 

Things I’d like to see less of. 

  • people thinking that “all Koreans get hot when they’re older”. (FETISHIZATION IS A BIG NO-NO.)
  • Koreans being seen as submissive and docile creatures. (Note how I said creatures and not humans. Because that’s how some people treat Koreans and other East Asians. Like we’re creatures, rather than actual human beings.) 
  • Koreans being seen as kickass ninjas. (It’s either docile creatures or kickass ninjas. There’s never a line between the two, and it’s exhausting.) 
  • “Koreans are so romantic!” (Sorry, that’s the K-drama binge talking. If anything, Koreans are pretty reserved when it comes to PDA and again, affection in general. Of course, I can’t speak for all Koreans, but at least with my family, PDA was always kept to a minimum. Usually a quick peck on the lips, kisses on the cheek, hand-holding, etc. Never an actual full kiss in public. Forget about make-out sessions.) 
  • Stone-cold Koreans. (Again, there’s either the romantic Korean or the Terminator Korean. Never an in-between. Yes, keep in mind that due to cultural reasons, Koreans don’t typically display affection. THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT WE DON’T DISPLAY EMOTIONS.) 
  • Straight-A Koreans. Typically good at math and science. (While yes, many East Asian countries and families put emphasis on these subjects, not all Koreans happen to be extreme nerds who cry at a B on a report card. Example A - I happen to stink at math. And I know many other Asian-Americans who also stink at math. So.) 
  • Assuming Korean parents are abusive. (While there are many abusive Korean parents out there, people need to stop assuming that right off the bat. Stop. It’s extremely disrespectful, not to mention just wrong?!) 

Things i’d like to see more of. 

  • complex, well-rounded Korean characters. (Give me a Korean character who hates math but still tries to do well in class. Give me a Korean character who’s bisexual and surrounded by loving family members. Give me a Korean character who likes roller-skating and getting high in the bathroom stalls and sings Jackson 5 all day. Give me a Korean character who goes out to be homecoming queen and buffs her nails while fighting demons. Give me a Korean character who cries, laughs, talks, breathes, LIVES like an actual human being, and you’ll get the respect of hundreds - maybe thousands - of readers and viewers who’ve been waiting for so long to be properly represented.) 

I am finally allowed to post this - I drew it back in July and it was an illustration for a Harry/Draco fanfest story where reveals had to wait till November. Today the reveals finally went up so I can safely post this picture of Draco Malfoy.

It was commissioned by @nerdherderette as an illustration to her story “The Rules of Matchbreaking

I had a lot of fun with the picture and the outfit - Draco went through quite a few colors until @nerdherderette and I settled for this color scheme ;)

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anonymous asked:

could u write a scenario of lance finding his s/o that he left behind on earth in a galra prison ship and just like, him comforting them and their first night safe in the castle with him?

My son deserves happiness and not the angst I put him through to get there

Lance had thought that leaving behind everything on Earth had been one of the hardest things he had ever done. It was nothing compared to finding a piece of his life turn back up on a Galra prison ship. When he had laid his eyes on s/o he suddenly felt like a broken mirror, shattered on impact and unfocused. Out of all the impossible things he dealt with on a daily basis this was the thing that he just couldn’t accept as real, it had to be some kind of mind trick just to throw him off. But then he heard his name leave their lips and their eyes look at him wide and hopeful. It was then that he knew that this wasn’t a trick, this was terrible and real. It blinded him with rage and he couldn’t remember much after that, not that it mattered because the only thing he cared about was the end result. And he got exactly what he wanted … kind of.

They were back safely in the castle which should have been more than enough to make him happy. After all how often had he daydreamed about being the hero for s/o? To sweep them up in his arms and have them fawning over just how strong and powerful he was? Too often to count and yet he was feeling more nervous than the day he had asked them out, which was saying a lot since that day involved a lot of puking and several shirts ruined by sweat. It was just that he was realizing that being a hero wasn’t about saving damsels in distress, it was about dealing with the after math of bad people doing horrible things.

And at that moment he wasn’t feeling like much of a hero as he sat cradling s/o in his arms while they continued to cry into their third consecutive hour. Lance knew that he should be trying to do more but he felt as if he was recovering from shock himself. “Sweetheart … angel … please tell me what I can do. I am completely at a loss here and I can’t stand seeing you like this,” he muttered into their hair, kissing the crown of their head while pulling them even closer to his chest. He breathed in their scent, memories of laughter and sunshine breaking through the cold still air.

“I wish this was as simple as failing a test. Remember what I did then?” he asked with a small smile and a deep chuckle building in his chest “I tried to have Hunk show me how to bake brownies. Mine of course came out terrible so I tried to steal his to act as if they were my own. Too bad I ended up eating all of them before seeing you the next day. I still think that those crumbs were equally as delicious and were more than appropriate in cheering someone up,” he added feeling the ghost of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

 His smile grew when he heard the crying turn into sniffles and a small hiccup of a laugh. “I’m just glad that he had the sense to make a second batch knowing exactly what would happen,” they said, their voice hoarse and rough but it was music to his ears. They hadn’t said a word since coming back to the castle and this was more than a step in the right direction. “Though if I remember right … you made me fail that test because you had me so distracted I didn’t finish on time. You kept blowing me kisses and holding up cheesy pickup lines you wrote on scratch paper,” they continued, shifting to that they were now looking up at him with tears still on their eyelashes but sounding much clearer.

It was so small and yet he felt his heart melting, the familiar family of butterflies taking up their residence in his stomach. Even a million light years from Earth and he found himself completely enamored by s/o. “I refuse to acknowledge any wrong doing and stick with my defense that you were the one distracting me with that cute face of yours. I can take this to court if thats what you want, although maybe the jury would also be swayed by the hotness radiating off of you,” he teased, his fingers running down their sides in a soft tickle. It achieved just what he was looking for, a laugh.

They laughed and scurried to push his hands away. “Thats my (girl/boy/personal preference),” he sighed happily, feeling all the muscles he hadn’t even realized were tight relax all at once. “Hey I got an idea why don’t we try and get rid of those puffy circles under your eyes? I got some great face masks from the space mall, not that I am sure we are ever welcome back to get more, and while we let our faces get all cleaned and junk I can braid your hair. Cause wow its gotten so much longer since I saw you last and I am loving it. Keith is going to be so jealous~” he sang giving a small shimmy in what was suppose to be an attempt at dancing. 

 “You know that actually sounds really nice,” they said reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek. Lance eagerly leaned into the caress, kissing the tips of their fingers. “It will be just like when we were at the garrison. I missed those spa nights Lance … I missed you.” They finally met his eyes making him realize that they had been avoiding doing that all night. He felt himself holding his breath as he stared down at them, counting their freckles and the different shades of (eye color) speckled in their eyes. He had missed this too, more than anything.

“Things are going to be okay now s/o. I know that because of me that you went through a hell of a lot but I’m here now. I’m going to make things right. I’ll make things normal again,” Lance whispered, breathing the promises against their lips that were suddenly so close to his. There were tears in their eyes again but they where laughing, smiling against him. Maybe they were the good kind of tears like the ones he was blinking back.

“I don’t want normal Lance. I want you,” they finally said before at last crossing the bridge between their mouths and kissing him. It was wet and salty, short and rough with their chapped lips against his own soft ones. “After all your my hero,” they said with a tinkering laugh, holding his face in their hands “and despite everything I think … I think this is where I belong.”

Lance smiled back, a steady stream of tears of his own staining his cheeks. “You’re absolutely right, there is no where you belong more than here with me.” 

I’ve been on campus for who knows how long now, but I think it’s time for some COLLEGE AU’S :D

Oh, dog, you have a dog, I must pet dog - MUSE A sees MUSE B walking their dog on campus and well, obviously MUSE A has to jump over there. After that one meeting, MUSE A starts to “coincidentally” show up at the same spot to catch MUSE B walking their dog, and those meetings start to be about more than just the really cute dog.

Academic rivals because the curve is shitty and I need a solid gpa - Seriously, if MUSE B doesn’t stop trying to kiss the professor’s ass in discussion, MUSE A will fly across the room and kick their ass. It’s a cutthroat class, and only the top 10% get A’s. MUSE A and MUSE B have been at it since the beginning of the semester, and it’s only getting more intense as midterms come around. Bonus points for late night library action where they try to distract each other from studying, and it either ends in a cute fluffy montage of antics or hot steamy sex between the shelves.

You are the only reason I pay attention in lecture – whoa, whoa, whoa, who’s that? - Who doesn’t love a good twist on the classic professor/student plot? MUSE A is struggling to attend class because it’s quite possibly the most boring class in the world, but the professor’s ass is enough to keep them awake. MUSE A has already declared their love for their professor among their friend group, but wait a second! Who’s that who just walked in? A guest speaker? The professor’s successful sibling who’s got the voice of an angel (MUSE B)? My, oh my, what a family. Time for MUSE A to get acquainted. Family drama! Inappropriate texts! Oh!

You annoyed me to death at the extracurriculars fair, now here I am. Impress me. - MUSE B thought MUSE A would be perfect for their club. Naturally, MUSE B went after them and talked their ear off about their club. MUSE A really wanted to smack MUSE B in the face, but how they? They were just passionate, right? Annoyingly passionate. Eventually, MUSE B got MUSE A’s email on their listserv, and now MUSE A’s standing in the room and they’re the only new recruit. Color them unimpressed. Now MUSE B has to keep them around because the club’s desperate. Possible mumu action here.

I have an 8 AM tomorrow and I can hear you having sex above me. Stop that shit. - MUSE A is a light sleeper, and they’re very serious about getting their sleep. With their 8 AM in mind, they went to sleep around midnight to get a solid amount of sleep. Cue the bed squeaks through the ceiling. Sounds like MUSE B’s having a lot of fun up there – oh, there are the moans. Hell no. MUSE A stomps up there to give MUSE B a piece of their mind. MUSE B apologizes and the noise stops. Time skip to next week. Oh, the familiar sounds of bed squeaks and a different person’s moans. MUSE A is back at MUSE B’s door. They’re not so nice this time around. This keeps happening until MUSE A really loses it. Fun stuff.

Library meet and greets - MUSE A and MUSE B caught each other’s eyes when they were studying in the same room together at the library. They never said a word to each other, but just like that, a silent agreement was made. They studied in the same place at the same time as often as they could. Shy glances, cute smiles, warm cheeks. Are they even studying at this point? Nope, they’re just thinking about how nice it would be to hold the other person’s hand. Extra fluffy with a side of awwwwwww.

But historically accurate Hetalia looks like…

I can almost guarantee that the nations change appearance all the time. Like, America probably changed with every decade. Can you imagine him in the 60s and 80s? And same with the much older nations. Germany and France have probably changed a lot over time as they went through wars and peace looking like soldiers than civilians. I’m sure England’s had all the colours of the rainbow for hair colors and that Canada might get an undercut or shave half his head. Every single decade has probably overturned an entire wardrobe. Haircuts and piercings and then a whole new look 20 years later. Those would be fun albums.