i went through a lot of colors

A few months ago, I said on this blog that in my head PJO is an anime with a badass opening credits. I meant it quite literally, like I can actually picture this OP in my head, with all the shonen tropes like Percy walking around pretty backgrounds, cool fighting scenes with lots of camera movements and huge statues of the Gods standing ominously in the background, Nico standing in the rain till Reyna and Hazel and Jason come for him and a ray of sunshine breaks throught the clouds and light hits his hopeful face, GIMME ALL THE TROPES hahaha. Doing the whole opening would be impossible for a single person but I really wanted to try one big “shonen” group shot, so here you are !!! This actually took me AGES, I’m not kidding, the folder for this on my computer is named “batshit crazy ” for a reason, it may not look like it if you don’t know animation but a really huge amount of work went into this. I think it’s actually the biggest thing I ever did for a fandom. I can’t say how many hours I spent on it since I didn’t count, but let’s say I started this in September and spent a lot of week ends and most of my Christmas holidays on it, and I just finished it this week. I had a lot of fun though !!! And I learned a lot too, this was my first time trying to animate japanimation style, with not many in-betweens and ultra dynamic poses. So yeah, I hope you guys will like it !

I want to thank fimyuan and bisexualjason for keeping me motivated with their lovely comments through the project, even when I was complaining about my own decisions to animate friggin’ skeletons, hahaha. Another big thank you to my friend Wekake who went through the animation frame by frame and spotted all the little compositing mistakes that remained ;p

A few words on the process : I animated and colored everything in TV Paint, drew the background in Photoshop, and composited everything in After Effects. The song is an extract of the Yowapeda opening “Reclimb” by Rookiez is Punk’d because I wanted something very distinctively shonen but no lyrics, and I like that song ^^ I animated directly without any model sheet references which is definitely not how you should do it, hahaha, hence the design inconsistencies, but honestly even my madness had its limit and I didn’t want to spend more than a year on this thing ;p

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

Spells/Potions

Divination

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…

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 

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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!



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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.

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 <<<<<<

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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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!

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.) 

Clothing 

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. 

Food 

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. 

Holidays 

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.) 

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.” 

Yoonkook Fic Starter Pack

we’ve been getting a lot of asks lately about what fics we think are best for getting other people into yoonkook so we decided to make a list of fics we personally consider Yoonkook Classics !! (these are in no particular order btw)

color me blue by xiajin (23/? | T | 109,488)

yoongi wonders exactly what in the world went through his head when he decided that he wanted kids. like, what. what.

Fucking Date Me by pornographicpenguin (2/2 | E | 10,013)

On his birthday, Jungkook messages Yoongi:

i’m eighteen
fucking date me

the castle on the hill by bellamees (1/1 | M | 30,956)

mom, dad, i’m sorry, but i’ve got to go.

riding the wavelength by siderum (6/? | NR | 9,164)

“i was asking jungkookie about how yoongi hyung and he could read each other’s minds, and yoongi hyung was completely out of earshot, but when i said, ‘is it dark in there?’ hyung told me to shut up from the other side of the room. he wasn’t even looking up from his phone” - park jimin

alt. title: hey girl do you want to make a fragile human connection in the vast and unfeeling infinity of a chaotic universe

off the record by sears (1/1 | M | 15,700)

“Hyung, I think you might actually be fucked.”

There’s a phone being held offensively close to Yoongi’s face, opened on an article with a bolded title: ‘POP IDOL JUNGKOOK ENLISTS THE HELP OF UNDERGROUND HIP HOP PRODUCER MIN SUGA FOR UPCOMING ALBUM’. There are a multitude of pictures beneath it, one of him and Hoseok from two or three years ago at university, and an equally unflattering and familiar one from outside of his own studio.

one thing by darling (1/1 | NR | 5,870)

you + me = we
alt: the only math worth learning

Four To Two by rosiex  (1/1 | E | 10,683)

In which Jeongguk and Yoongi get used to it being just the two of them now.

Basically lots of smut and fluff.

A/N: This is the first in a follow up series to the Sunday Morning/Worth The Wait/The Plan trilogy, focusing on Jeongguk/Yoongi (with a hint of side Vmin). I’ve left all the pairings in the tags as there are references to past encounters in the fic.

this mess we’re in by fruitily (½ | T | 4,536)

they kiss backstage in cheongju, and that’s where things start spiraling out of control.

he’d tried to ignore it; the feeling of something building up, everything he was suddenly feeling, telling himself, this is harmless, telling himself, it’s just jungkook. it’s just jungkook.

the nights really were made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day by siderum (1/1 | T | 9,358)

“you know, the fact that my rap puts you to sleep should be insulting,” yoongi says wryly. 

I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby by witheredleaf (micooled) (5/5 | T | 31,461)

The soulmate/soulbond au where Yoongi is part of a famous rap duo and Jungkook is his diligent fanboy, they meet at a fansign and things escalate from there

(alt. Yoongi didn’t sign up for this)

Olicity in 601

Before I delve into my take on last night’s episode, I wanted to offer a brief story on where I watched it and with whom. It’s just too good not to share.

I was at a bar in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I don’t have a TV in my RV, something I need to remedy as the season goes on. Anyway, I found the bar and went in about an hour and a half before 601 came on.  There were eight people in the place, including myself and the bartender; all men. I asked the bartender if it would be possible I could watch Arrow when it came on. The guy looked at me, bored and dubious. He told me that the other patrons would probably not agree with watching the show. So, I slipped the bartender twenty bucks and asked him if I could address the other people in the bar. He agreed.

I introduced myself, and repeated my request to the drunken patrons. I got a lot of ‘hell no’s and ‘that’s bullshit.’ A tough crowd. So, I bought the house a round of beers (I had a club soda) and they became suddenly open to the idea of me watching Arrow.  After giving all of them a brief synopsis of the show, we all settled in as it started.

They went from guzzling their drinks to sipping them. Being guys, and being in a bar, they had some colorful things to say about Felicity, about how hot she was. They also appreciated the action scenes. I didn’t want them to get bored, so I bought another round on the house and made it through the show. After it was over, I thanked the bartender and his patrons and went back out to my RV. Once inside, I started to laugh myself to tears.

The whole experience was a lot of fun.  And maybe next week I will find another bar to watch the show in. I am on a mission, friends. To travel across the country and try to convert the non-believers.  Unbelievable.  Okay, on with the show…

**

There were a couple of scenes in the episode that brought a wide grin to my face and a strong tug in my heart. Fans watch the show for their own personal reasons (free beers not withstanding): the action scenes, the villains and the angst; to name a few. These are all good and valid reasons, and for the most part, 601 delivered.

But what I want to write about today is, I think, what the crux of this season is going to be about—love and family. And as usual, when the show is up and running, I am influenced by the interaction between Oliver and Felicity.

Watching them light up the screen, I thought the episode, at least during their scenes together, could have been subtitled—When Angst Is Transformed Into Sexual Attraction And Frustration. This was most notably portrayed by them in Season 3, but 601 took it to a whole new experience, without all the crying and suffering and will-they, won-they nonsense. Yes, there was more good stuff going on outside the Olicity bubble, a virtual cornucopia of storylines, of which I will leave in the much more talented and capable hands of other bloggers. I just feel more comfortable discussing a part of the show I’ve always been drawn too—for personal reasons. What can I say…it’s the romantic in me.

So. Back in 523, Felicity told Oliver, after she kissed him, that she regretted a variety of things when it came to the two of them. Oliver suggested they talk more about that when they’re off the island. When they hugged, it seemed that both of them had awakened after having a long nightmare. I don’t know about anyone else, but I felt relief, anticipation, expectation and a little frustration having to wait five months for the outcome of their “talk.” When the island blew up, not for one minute was I worried that Felicity would be a casualty. Seriously, if they had killed her off, the outcry of disapproval and anger would have triggered seismograph machines all across the planet. It would have been, (listen up fanboys) the ultimate slap in the face to all shippers who have laughed and cried and loved with Oliver and Felicity over the past five years. The showrunners, who gave us the BMD and Billy Malone and Susan Williams, would not be able to show their faces in public again. No, Felicity was going to survive. And Oliver was going to get another chance to make things right between them.

So Season 6 opens five months after the explosion. Did they have that talk about regrets? Were there tears or laughter or resolution? Maybe. But Felicity definitely went shopping for some new outfits. She looked beautiful and alluring. And Oliver—well, he was still Oliver, but I could sense a kind of inner peace about him, as if finally he was comfortable in his own skin. If felt like he had found his best friend again, after losing her in the aftermath of some bad choices he made. There was a new gravity between them that gave sure-footing on their path ahead.

Which brings me to the first of the two scenes I wanted to talk about. Are you all still with me?  What captivated me (and I’m sure a lot of other fans as well) was their interaction after John, Curtis and Rene left them alone in the Bunker. Felicity had gotten William some Big Belly Burger (fries and a mini burger, lol.) The subtle but direct way Oliver asked her if she wanted to have dinner with him and William was beautiful. And when Felicity became flustered and began to babble about it not being the right time, and at the same time, asking Oliver if he needed her to be a buffer zone—what a cupcake. Oliver let her babble, something that had always endeared her to him. But unlike the past Oliver, when he was unsure of himself and felt unworthy of her attention, present Oliver looked her in the eye and told her he wanted her company; precise, clear and honest. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to share himself and William with her, something he should have done from the get-go when he discovered he had a son. That barrier is gone now. When he invited her to come over, I could only think of one word—inclusion. Well done, Oliver. It only took you nearly two years to embrace it.

And Felicity? How cute was it when she became nervous by Oliver’s direct approach? When she said that the whole William situation was uncomfortable; for him, for “us” for her and for Oliver—it gave me warm fuzzys. Then her anxiety won out and she told Oliver that maybe another time, another night would be better. Uh, I couldn’t help think that there has been five months of another time, another night. If not now, then when? Was there a part of her that was screaming—Felicity, go with him. He wants you with him. It doesn’t have to be an intimate night of romance. It’s just dinner with him and his son.

But Oliver was not put off. He gave her a little smile and accepted her nervousness.

“Promise,” he teased her?

“Promise,” Felicity told him.

When he walked away, that little pout on Felicity’s face spoke volumes to me. I couldn’t help visualizing Homer Simpson saying, Doh! and slapping his forehead. How many times had this happened to them over those five months?

As I said, there was no angst in this interaction between them. There was longing and need and love; a far cry from where they started in Season 5.

Okay, I can concede that Oliver and Felicity are not going to jump in the sack right out of the gate. They’re not going to bring each other to the sexual heights they’ve been to before (not until maybe episode 504 after their date.) The slow burn and the anticipation this time around, for me, is more entertaining than the fluff of 4A. I know that eventually they will share mind, body and soul in that way again. The building up is going to be worth the wait. I had a glimpse of this when I saw those wedding photos the other day.

One last thing; the second scene that made me sit up and take notice. Oliver and Felicity calling each other on the phone made me want to squeal and do a happy dance. It was casual and comfortable and more intimate than being naked and having orgasmic fireworks going off. They are best friends, lovers and soulmates, wanting to tell each other how much they miss one another after Overwatch and Green Arrow hang up their personas at the end of the day.

So, I was pleased with the Olicity aspect of this episode. They brought me hope and strengthened the journey I’ve been on for the last five years. Watching them showed me once again what endgame means.

And I am all in for it.

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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.  

So, the other day I had Harry Potter 7 on in the background while I was doodling and it got me to thinking about how much I don’t like Ron and Hermione as a couple. Back in the day I never really gave it much thought but then after Rowling was all “Ugh, I wish I could take that back.” it got me thinking that they are totally wrong for each other! Ron is one of those insecure dudes that needs constant validation and will always get all passive aggressive because he imagines that everybody undervalues him. And dudes like that NEVER change. And Hermione is just way too to self assured to put up with that nonsense. I’m just sayin, I think they would have eventually split up. And I like the idea of Harry/Hermione way better because they were always respectful of one another, and they went through a lot of the same formative experiences together and I think they would make a good match. And also, lets be fair, Ginny is a big fat nothing. 

So anyways I was thinking about all this stuff and started drawing my ideal couples for the Potter books and it just sort of spiraled out of control and I drew Harry and Hermione’s wedding and I was like oh no WHAT HAVE I DONE. IT’S SO CHEESEBALLY. I even picked theme colors for the wedding. I’m so…I’m so ashamed. 

But anyways, these are my fantasy couples for the Potter Universe: Harry + Hermione, obvy. Then Ginny realizes she’s hella gay and dates her way through the wizarding world. Here I had her paired up with Katie Bell. And Ron ends up with a nice Indonesian muggle girl who is just always so impressed by his magical abilities and dazzled by the wizarding world.  And obviously she gets knocked up right away because Weasley men do not wrap that shit up.  And then Neville + Luna because they’re my favorites. ^_^

Soooo…yeah. SORRY NOT SORRY