i went through a lot of colors

Honestly you cant tell me shit when it comes to Monsta X. They got the looks, the music, the choreography, the charisma and lots more. They have personality and COLOR. Those boys went through so much hardship and I just… love them so much.

They literally make me so happy and they are obviously one of my top favorite boy groups. And they shot up really fast to the top, it was wild, but I don’t regret getting to know those 7 dorks and falling in love with them.

I KNOW they will blow up. I feel it in my heart they will get the recognition and the respect they deserve.

And not to be problematic but I wanna give em all smooches on the cheek. 💖

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


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 


After I took that color theory class at the Minnesota Center for Books Arts (MCBA) last month, I went through my colored pencils, watercolor pencils, pastels, and markers and made a lot of color wheels. :) I regret nothing!

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.  


Wallpapers from Scott Pilgrim Color Edition Covers and Title Cards

Just went through volumes 2-5 (already did Vol.1) and made a WHOLE LOT of wallpapers. I’ll gladly post them all if they’re wanted. Otherwise I’ll just pick out some favorites and post those. Reblog and let me know!

Not Dead Yet (Part 27)

*Quick update! Don’t forget to let me know what you think. Love ya!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: language

“Wow, you almost look like a lady.” Devin remarked as I cleaned myself up the best I could.

“How dare you.” I dragged my comb through my hair again. “Take a good look now because you will not be seeing me like this again.”

“Here’s the dress.” he handed me a large bundle of lilac colored fabric. “Lot of fabric there, need any help…”

“Shove off,” I kicked him and he scampered off. I unfolded the dress and sighed. I know that this was my idea but the thought that I was going to be playing a damsel in distress made me groan.

I stripped out of my clothes and changed into the dress and shift that went underneath it. But, wait, the back is open! I craned my neck and saw the loose ribbons that were meant to lace it up. Guess I do need Devin to help with this. I gathered up my clothes and started back to camp to find Devin. I tossed my other clothes in my tent and grabbed the little cracked mirror studying my reflection in it. My hair looked tidier than it ever had and there was not a speck of dirt nor drop of sweat to be seen on my face.

“Need a hand there?” I turned around and saw Peter studying me with an amused look. “I’m not the most adept with woman’s fashion but I don’t think they’re supposed to look like that.”

“I just need Devin to lace me up.” I stood upright.

“I got it,” he motioned for me to turn around, “What? It’s a dress, not that hard to comprehend.”

I rolled my eyes but turned around anyways. He took either ribbon in his hands and started to lace up the dress quite deftly. “So, you found this rather quickly. Did you just happen to have a dress my size lying about?”

“Conjured it up from an old cloak.” He answered.

He finished lacing it and tied it tightly in place. “There we are, let’s have a look.”

I turned around once more. “How weird do I look? Let’s have at it.”

“Believe it or not, you actually look pretty. As pretty as a Lost Girl like you can, that is.” he gave me a sincere grin.

“Oh why thank you.” I smoothed out a crease in the seemingly endless yards of satin. “Did it have to be such a girly color?”

“It’s only for a little while. Now let’s go have some fun. You still have your dagger?” he asked. I pulled up the dress to show the dagger safely strapped at my thigh.

“Duh, just round up the boys and we’ll head off.”

He held out a hand, “Let’s have some fun then.” I took his hand and in a whirl of wind we were in a different part of the island. A group of boys were there and jumped when Peter and I appeared out of nowhere.

“Find them?” I asked. No one said anything and kept staring at me. “Yes I actually look like a girl for once. Just cause I’m wearing a dress doesn’t mean I can’t still kill you all. Now, pirates?”

“Over there.” Nick pointed off to the west.

“Was that so hard?” I muttered. “So you guys know your part right?”

“We get to chase you down like we’re going to kill you. I’ve been looking forward to it!” One of the other boys, Flint, said.

“You hurt me, I hurt you.” I warned him. “Don’t overdo it with the theatrics, keep a good distance, I’m heading in.”

I started running toward the west. The boys were going to wait till I was further ahead to start chasing after me. I glanced back to see how much space I had put between us when I ran right into a body. First instinct made me fear it was one of the pirates but was relieved, if not a little annoyed, to see Peter had manifested right in front of my trail.

“What the hell are you doing?” I pushed myself back up.

“I needed to tell you if things should go awry–”

“I’ll be fine. I can hold my own, even against pirates.” I rolled my eyes.

“I know just–”

“Are you worried about me?” I gaped at him, “The fearless Peter Pan is scared that his little Lost Girl is going to get herself into a compromising situation she can’t get out of?”

“You do have a habit of getting into near death experiences.”

“Then you should be used to this by now. I’ll be back before you know it.” I gathered the front of the dress up and moved to run towards the pirates when Peter grabbed my arm stopping me.

He pressed his lips to mine in a hot open-mouthed kiss. Despite the situation I kissed him back without another thought. He pulled back, our mouths making a slight popping sound as they came apart, “We’ll finish that when you get back.”

“Great. I look forward to it.” I pulled myself free of his grip, “Now get out of here and let me work.”


“Stop,” Hook and the few of his crew halted behind him. “Someone’s out there.”

“The Lost Ones?” one of the crew suggested. Towards the east he heard the ruckus of the Lost Boys making some big ado. They readied into fighting stance as some shuffling came closer. A girl crashed through unto their path looking frightened and dazed. She spotted them and her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

“Who are you? You look too old to be Lost Boys.” she panted heavily. Giving the pirates a once over before glancing back behind her. “Nevermind, run!”

“Wait, who are–” Hook tried to ask.

“No time! Run! They’re right behind me!” She screeched as she pushed past them and took off down the trail they had just come from. The noise of the Lost Boys was getting closer and they didn’t sound happy.

“Go!” Hook barked at them and they all turned to follow the mysterious new girl. They ran, the noise of the boys following after them until they reached the sanctity of the beach. When they felt they were safe Hook took a moment to really look at the girl they had blindly followed here. She was knelt in the sand gasping for breath.

“Alright, love,” Hook approached her, “Who are you and why are you running from the Lost Boys?”

She peered up at him, “They had me locked up as ransom, I was able to escape, need I say more? And you are?”

“I’m Captain Jones, this is my crew.” This poor girl, she looked so out of place in this grand jungle.

“Pirates…the ones they’ve been talking about.” she sat back on the sand, “So that means you have a ship? You can get me out of here?”

“Aye, we do and we could. But how can we know that we can trust you?” After they found Alf Mason rotting in the bowels of the Jolly Roger they were wary of everything and everyone on this island.

“Pardon?” she gaped at them visibly abashed.

“Well as much as I would love to believe you I have also been bombarded by mermaids and my men slaughtered since coming to this island. So forgive me if I’m not entirely trusting of sudden pretty face.”

Tears started to well up in her eyes. “I’ve been strung up in the center of their camp for years. I know everything about it, about them. I can help you get off this island. Just take me with you when you do.”

Hook watched the girl carefully. Her large eyes reflected that of a fish out of water panicked and desperate. He held out a hand for her, “Come lass. Let’s get you out of here before those boys track you down.” She glanced at his hand before taking it and pulling herself to her feet. “That a girl. You didn’t say what your names was.”

“Y/N,” she answered. “My name’s Y/N.”

“Well, miss Y/N, allow me to more properly introduce myself. Captain Killian Jones at your service.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” she spoke softly. They rowed back to the ship and Hook gave her his quarters to rest. She explained that she had been taken from her home one day and that according to Pan the only way her family would get her back was if they relinquished one of her brothers. So far it had been to no avail.

“Father never wanted any girls running around. Found them too high maintenance to raise.” Y/N mumbled, her hands wrapped around a warm teacup. “Should have seen this coming to be honest. He’s rid of me and has his sons to carry on the name. Only regret probably is that he wishes it would have happened sooner.”

“Don’t speak like that. I’m sure your father is worried out of his mind about you.” Hook tried to assure her.

She let out a small scoff. “If he truly was worried then he would have come for me by now, wouldn’t he?”

“Love, how long have you been on this island?”

“Trapped in a cage it’s hard to tell but I believe it’s been a couple years. A decade maybe.” she shrugged, “If father wanted me home then something would have been done a long time ago.”

“A decade. You’ve been locked in a cage for a decade?”

“They let me out to eat and such but all my time was usually spent in a wicker cage suspended off the ground. I only escaped because they had let me out to eat and I clocked the boy that was supposed to be keeping an eye on me over the head. Then I started running as fast as I could.”

“If I may ask, you seem impeccably dressed for someone who’s been locked in a cage for years.”

“Oh this?” she picked at the sleeves of the dress, “It was a present from their leader, Pan. He thought I should have something pretty to wear for…for being a good girl. Oh dear, it makes me sound like a mutt. Obey: get a bone. Misbehave: get rapped on the snout.”

“And did you ever…misbehave?” he gestured the question carefully.

She gave a slight nod and rolled pulled down the fabric at her shoulder to reveal a large jagged scar. “That was for spitting at one of them.” she gulped heavily, “I can’t go back. I just can’t…”

“You won’t. I promise.” he pulled the sleeve back up over her shoulder. “Now try to relax and rest up. We’ll deal with any Lost Boys that come snooping. When you’re stronger you’ll tell us what all you know of this place and it’s inhabitants, alright?”

“Of course. Thank you, Captain.” she smiled up at him for the first time.

“Please, call me Killian.” he returned the smile. Peter Pan was playing a dangerous game. First there was his fun assaulting Hook’s crew but to kidnap a young girl and hold her prisoner for a decade…that was the final straw.


This was painfully easy, I thought as Hook left the room. A scared girl in peril, add a sob story and sprinkle on some tenderness and he was putty. I think it was the flashing of that old scar that really did the trick, an old reminder from one of my run-ins with Slightly so long ago. If things went well then I should be able to find the eye and be back home by tonight.

Now alone I stood up from my seat and began my search of the captain’s quarters. He’d have to keep it here if it wasn’t on him. A secret compartment or safe hidden somewhere. I lifted the mattress of the bed but there was nothing under it. First rule of searching, never dismiss a hiding spot just because it’s obvious. I dropped the mattress and flopped back on the bed. This ship is full of nooks and crannies how am I gonna find something as small as an eyeball?

This bed is very soft though. Not fit for a king but much better than my cot back at camp. I glanced back at the doorway. I had already gained entry to the ship. There was no way off this island without Peter’s knowing so I didn’t have to fear an unexpected departure. If I could actually relax for just a moment…

I nestled further under the blankets and let out a long sigh of pleasure. This was the most comfortable thing I have ever laid on in my life! The gentle rock of the ship and the sound of the water lapping against the hull was so soothing. I shut my eyes and started to drift off. Peter’s eye could wait, there was no way I was passing up a great sleep like this.


“Pan,” Felix tried to get his friend’s attention, “You haven’t stopped pacing since Y/N left with the pirates. She’s a strong girl, you know she can handle herself.”

“I know,” Peter snapped, “But it’s nearly nightfall. The way she spoke she made it sound like she’d be back by now.”

“It’s a large ship and a lot of pirates. If she’s going to find the eye without getting her throat slashed open she needs to be discreet.” Felix’s words did nothing to calm him. This was a stupid plan! What had he been thinking?

He sent his Lost Girl to a ship of malicious pirates with only a dagger for protection. It wasn’t exactly like she was hideous or a child either. What if one of them–

“Pan!” Felix shouted and Peter stopped his pacing. “You’re gonna make it start thundering if you keep thinking whatever it is you’re thinking.”

Peter looked up and noted that dark clouds had started to invade the once clear sky. He cursed the island for betraying his real worry. No doubt Y/N had taken notice. How smug she must feel seeing it. He tried to force the clouds away but more rolled in against his will.

“I’m going to check on the ship.”

“Pan, you know that’s a bad idea.” Felix warned.

“Only if they know I’m there.” he blinked away from the camp and reappeared on the beach. Out on the ocean was the Jolly Roger with it’s lanterns aglow in the quickly darkening evening. If he used his pixie dust he could just fly over and check but pixie dust was in very short supply. Besides the emergency vial he kept on him at all times there was barely any left. He couldn’t go wasting it on stuff like this.

So he sat down on the beach and watched the ship swaying on the sea.

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anonymous asked:

So I was going through your doodle page and I saw your art of Ib and forest of drizzling rain. It was such a blast to the past for me. Your art style is so colorful. You're one of my inspirations to draw more. Also, have you played satsuriku no tenshi? it's by the same person who did forest of drizzling rain. Anyways keep doodling! And nice playlist!

Hello! anon// Ahhhhhh you went through my doodle page?;;/// that’s a bit embarrassing hh it’s been really long since I drew something fodr, you must have gone pretty far back!! but I hope you had fun on the way…///v//// Also, I’m honored to hear that I’m one of your inspirations to draw???? I too have lots of cool art inspirations that I really look up to and whom motivate me to do the same;;// it never occurred to me that I could be doing the same for someone..!! That’s really cool to know, thank you for telling me it!!

by satsuriku no tenshi, do you mean this? ↓

I did recognize the name right away because I recall having seen some fanarts from it, but I had no idea about what this actually was till I looked it up just now! I thought it was some kind of comic series. I think these two’s designs are very nice, I might look more into it later or watch a playthrough of it!// I can’t play, because I’m very weak with horror games..!! I get scared very easily. But I appreciate the stories and I’m ok with watching playthroughs for some!

speaking of fodr, I miss it!! ;v;// I really like shiori and suga and their bond and interactions. I think you get the idea of what kinds of ships I adore cheerful girl and shy boy pair’s my aesthetic I LOVE LOVE MALE CHARACTERS THAT ARE SHY AND BLUSH A LOT and yet strive to protect whom they care for

I find those types of characters extremely cute!!

I bid you luck with drawing, I’m glad you like my playlist as well!! I spent a long time building up the list, and I keep finding more songs I would love to add!! When people tell me they enjoy hearing songs from it it always brings me a smile- and last thing, wha- my style is colorful?? I haven’t thought of it that way..!// that’s a lovely adjective *v*

This reply is not very organized, I think I need to take a nap soon.. I haven’t been getting quality sleep lately, so it’s a bit hard to focus but I hope it shows that I’m very happy from your message!! I will keep doodling, I have fun doing it and when I get sweet msgs like yours that encourage me to keep doing it I feel as if nothing could stop me from doing more! Have a nice day, see you around!! Again, thanks for the message!


I lost something, too, in my prison… Myself.


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It’s amazing how white wrestling fans can tell if a wrestler who is of color worked hard or not.. Uh your fave is white which means they gonna get it a lot easier and I went through her blog she’s a fan of Lil shrimp a instant block

Hi so I just wanted to share something I recently started doing to help get my room cleaned and organized and avoid that, “ohmygod there’s so much to do” crisis which leads to nothing getting done because you’re too overwhelmed. To break it down I drew my room, basically like a blueprint. Then you make a simple (I stress SIMPLE) checklist for the things you have to do in each section. Then, I went through and coded it with four colors.
Green= simplest/fastest/least effort
Yellow= slightly more effort/slightly more time needed
Orange= medium time required/ medium-a lot of effort needed
Red(I used pink because it’s highlighter)= lots of energy/ maybe requires tools/ lots of time

Then to the left I have a sort of key with four check boxes for each of the colors so when I completely finish, for example all the green ones, then I can check that off.

This gives you a clear visual of the things you can do right away, like pick up dishes, that takes maybe thirty seconds to collect them and bring them to the kitchen(green). And the things that should get done absolute LAST, like for me, replacing the light fixture.

And lastly I’d just like to explain some of the points on my own personal one pictured above which could be confusing. I have a loft bed so my bed is on top of my desk (like bunk beds) so I just split that area in two to account for the two separate areas that needed cleaned. Then up towards the top I have a list point named “colleges”, that’s because I’m a junior in high school and have received multitudes of college info pamphlets which I need to go through and sort. Then the area at the bottom with “trim pillows” and “wash windows is my windowsill. And finally, I have two points for “trash” because one is picking up trash around the room, and the second is taking out the trash when it is full. :)
So you can see that it is very easy to personalize. And easier to look at then just a written list of the things you need to do.

I love this! What a great way to do it if you’re a really visual thinker!

[Image is a picture of the diagram described in the text.]


anonymous asked:

a friend of mine wore a silver cosplay wing today, (he wants silver hair but it's hard for him bc his aunt won't let him dye it and the color is naturally a dark brown) and i couldn't stop wanting to call him suga??😂

Ahahahahah! Well, calling him Suga is actually a great compliment! Btw I can emotionally relate to your friend so much! After a lot of persona struggle, I went through the process of getting my hair silver…tell him it’s an extremely tiring process, I have light brown hair and it took up to 5 hours. The color is extremely delicate and fades away/changes shades really easily…but still, it’s an experience to make and I’m very proud of them. I wanted silver hair for so long that I almost cried when I first saw them in the mirror :’) 

Friday Night 8:50

Hi. I know I haven’t written anything in a while. It is now 9 weeks into the semester (about halfway through). I went food shopping tonight. Grades are pretty good as of now. I have been doing a lot of sketching and coloring. Work has been okay. I’ve been lonely though. I wake up at 7:30 to 8:00 AM and get dressed, take a shower. I go to the cafeteria, and on the 2nd floor I eat my breakfast alone. It is a nice view though. Then I typically go to class (3 classes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday). On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have 4 and 5 hour shifts respectively and then class. I eat alone in my room or maybe in the basement of the cafeteria, alone. And I’ll eat dinner alone, maybe talk to my parents a bit, and go to sleep. I’ll hang out with some people–not really friends, but acquaintances– once a week. I talk to people at work, but I found out they don’t even know my name. I’m doing well academically, so that is okay but I’m doing pretty poorly socially. The odd thing is I was really happy the first half of the semester before I visited home. I liked my routine, but when I came home I feel like I realized how isolated I really am. I’m thinking about getting a pet for next year. We’ll see.

Okay, good night for now. I’m sleepy, even though its only 9:08… Probably will finish my sandwich, popcorn, ginger-ale and go to sleep in an hour or two. 

stringy-glitter  asked:

I went through a lot of the art, and I got to say I love the orange colors, as well as Kyd's little heart. But rebel Nat's hair is goals. I didn't realize until I clicked on the link that Master Feroz was based off regular Feroz. As a mater of fact Feroz didn't cross my mind. I really enjoy the stuff you post, it's very well done and creative.

thank u very much!! 


I´m done. I´m finished and I like the result :D

Shae went through a lot changes… Most of them were because I changed my own hair color (:
And thats why I change it again. I have had my nearly black hair long enogh, now I´m going to bleach it. But since theres so much red underneath the darkbrown, it will turn into a some kind of “strawberry blond” color (:

I like it, when my candy looks a bit like me, so Shailene will make her way to the barber shop as well :D ♥

I gave her Alas curls, so I can keep sthg of the ginger girl in mcl as well :D

I hope you´ll still like her with her new looks :D


I went through Ruth Clark’s IG (Ashley Jessica grandma, the one on the the hospital pics when Freddie was born), looking for more pics of the Clark’s and well, I found something. The minute I saw the picture, my head was thrown back to another one. 

I found a picture of Ashley’s brother - Brandon, who was also there when Fredie was born - and let me tell you: this baby has to be a Clark.

 Brandon has a lot of the physical appearance that runs with the Clark’s and so does Freddie.

And just a bit of info - Brandon is Brett nephew, and just like Brett he has no blood connections with neither Briana, Tammi nor Louis (of course). Freddie and him share no DNA at all. 

This is a even better example than Austin, because Austin is Briana’s half brother, so a bit of resemblance would be normal in that case. But Bradon here, no. He’s nothing to do Freddie when it comes to blood. 

So please exmplain to me how this resemblance is possible. Freddie looks too much like the Clark’s to be just a coicidence, don’t you think? 

And why was the whole Clark family there when Freddie was born, but not one single person from Briana’s family was pictured? She had just spent Christmas with the Jungwirth’s, they were on pretty good terms I’ll say. So, why?

Now, please notice: the shape of the head, the broad nose, the big eyes, the thin upper lip and slightly bigger bottom lip, the pointy ears (in the second picture) and the shape of those damn eyebrows. 

So dear Briana, you can keep posting your tb pictures, but as long as your kid looks like the family he doesn’t share DNA with, things will still look super fake.

what she says: i’m fine

what she means: why is sssn pronounced sun. why. i went through two volumes thinking it was pronounced season, and honestly, can you blame me? sssn makes a hell of a lot more sense as s-ea-s-o-n than sss-u-n. they’re even colored, approximately, like seasons, with winter/blue/neptune, sage/green/spring, sun/yellow/summer and scarlet/red/fall.  but no. it’s not team season, it’s team sssssssssssun. like. what the fuck. what the fuck? what the fuck