i worked really hard on those okay

aestheticw3ntz  asked:

I'm thankful for pete cause of his break deaths heart speech during wintour. I had lost my grandma the week before & it hit me hard cause we were so close. But the night she passed miss missing you came on and the line "now you're gone but I'll be okay" really hit close to home too, and someday I'd like to get those lyrics as a tattoo to remember her by. also, I got to know one of my bffs bc she came to work in a fob tank top the first time I met her & we instantly clicked bc of that!

What makes you say “Thanks, Pete”?

anonymous asked:

Oh my stars your art is amazing!!! Do you think maybe you can make a shading tutorial sheet? owo

Hey there Anon! Sure thing! I’ll do my best to explain the process of how I usually do things in regards to coloring and shading. I’m not the greatest at Explaining, so I’ll do my best to keep things as crystal clear as possible!

Step 1: Lineart
I’ll start with Lineart purely because this step is important to the coloring process in one regard, and that is making sure the entire line layer is closed without any holes. Even the smallest little gap will make the selection process hard later, and we don’t want that. So the cleaner lineart you have, the better. I’m going to go ahead and use my Monster Hunter Generations Huntress for this.

Step 2: Selection
Either in Photoshop or SAI or whatever you use, click outside your character and any other negative space surrounding them. This means…basically anything that’s not your character. Then go to Selection > Inverse and invert the selection. You should have something similar to what I have below. This makes it so much easier to add colors without having to worry about all the little nooks and crannies that could mess the cleanliness of the drawing up real bad.

Step 3: Flat Base
Create a new layer beneath your line layer with the selection still active. This will be our color layer. Remove the visibility of the line layer, and fill the remaining “Silhouette” with a dark base color. This makes those nasty corners look a bit cleaner, as sometimes if there is a lighter color your computer will want to make them stand out pixelated. Again, this is just for cleanliness beneath the line layer. Turn your line layer back on, as they will now act as barriers for the fill bucket tool. Make sure the entire silhouette is filled, and that no lines were accidentally selected! You want a see a completely filled and flat color if you turn the line layer off.

Step 4: Flat Colors
At this point you can lock the transparency of your Color Layer, and go ham. Either with the pen or a fill bucket, figure out how you want to color your character and add in the flat colors. Notice I’m on the same layer as the Base that we made. This is so those lines still play nicely with one another. Clean up where necessary.

Step 5: Analogous Color Gradient
Well, we don’t really want our character to be too flat, do we? This is where the color wheel becomes your best friend. Select similar colors with the Magic Wand (like I’ve done her skin tone here) and using the color wheel, choose an analogous (that means “close by” in color wheel terms) color to add a bit of depth to the color. For skin, I usually go with a red or a bronze, sometimes purple. Use the airbrush for this. Then, deselect and select another color to gradient, until all the colors have some degree of new color to them.

See? Now things look interesting! We added some blue to the greens, some purples to the reds, some blues to the grays and so on and so forth.

Step 6: Shading
Okay, here’s where things get interesting. Time to shade. Make a new layer between the Line Layer and Color Layer, and make sure you make it a clipping group/clipping mask. This is so it won’t go anywhere that you don’t have color. Set it to multiply or linear burn (whichever you think looks best) and bump the opacity down to about 40-50%. Choose a color (or color-value gradient, if you have drastic value changes in your piece that make light and dark values not play well with the single color you picked, and swap between those) that you want the shadows to be; I like deep pinks and purples. AVOID BLACK. I first use the Pen tool to get down “hard” shadows - shadows cast by hard materials, close shadows, and inorganic materials. Once I’ve got those down, I head on over to the softer areas, such as the skin, hair and cloth and alternate between the watercolor and marker tools to give “softer” shadows. There’s no real law to this, you just have to know where shadows fall and how they behave and  work with those three tools to get the look you want.

Step 7: “Highlights” - Rim Lighting
Okay, these aren’t really “highlights” in the correct sense, but adding sort of “rim lighting” around forms really helps make a picture pop. To do this, make another layer above the shading layer, set it to “screen” and keep the opacity at 100%. Then, get really familiar with your CRTL key because you’re going to be color sourcing a lot. To add a rim light to a form, select the base color of that form, and use the marker to trace along the edges. For example, I picked up the nude from the skin, the silver from the dagger, the gold and maroon from the hair and the tawny brown from the skull to use on those specific objects. Any place you want clean works well, but the edges of forms works best for this technique. Additionally, if you’d like, you can create another layer above the Screen Layer and set it to Linear Dogde, and do my “glowing eyes” technique on anything you want to stand out, such as the metal of the belt, gold objects and of course, eyes.

Step 8: The Overlay
Almost done! While your photo can now stand alone as “finished”, there’s one more thing that I enjoy doing, and that’s adding a simple color overlay to bring the whole picture together. This is done by flattening all the layers you have so far (you’ll want to “Merge Down” in order from bottom to top or “Flatten” to avoid the layers going crazy on each other) into one layer. Then, make a layer on top of that one, set it to a clipping mask, and set it to “overlay”. With the Airbrush, choose some colors (I prefer soft pinks, blues and violets) and go along the “edges” of your character with a BIIIIIG brush. This kind of resembles soft ambient lighting or shadows. I just think it makes the photo look nicer.

TA-DA! And Now we’re done!

And there we go! I hope that helped, and I also apologize cause this ask sat in my box for awhile and I never got around to it until now. :P
I’d be happy to answer any questions y’all have, but this is the simple basics! Remember to practice practice PRACTICE!

To all my overachievers who don’t get praise from parents and loved ones anymore because it’s just expected of you to do well: I’m proud that you passed that test, I’m happy you graduated with honors, I love that you try your hardest all the time.

I know sometimes the lack of support and encouragement from those whose opinions matter the most to you can be disheartening, but keep pushing through and being the amazing person you are.


i did this a while ago now. There’s an old folk song called ‘silver dagger’ - Loads and loads of covers of it- anyway I decided to cover it myself! the song is really about over-procective mothers, but i wanted to do a different take x

i hope it looks okay. it’s very traditionally done, but i don’t know how the quality comes across as a result.. anyway enjoy!

for those interested, here is info on the song; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silver_Dagger_(song) 

and my fave cover of the song by fleet foxes! [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98h4Cl_vOHo  ]

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do how rfa+v+Saeran would react to seeing old self harm scars on MC or MC relapsing? I am almost 1 year clean from Self harming but today is one of those bad days I get urges to do it. If you don't feel comfortable doing this it's okay :) Hope you have a good day and keep working hard 💪🏼❤

i’m so proud of you for staying clean so long, i know how hard it is!! i have scars myself from 1-2 years ago, so this was comforting for me to write as well :) i hope it helped you feel a bit better, remember that you deserve being happy! ❤ i’m always here if you need someone to talk to 

Trigger warning: self harm

Zen (this turned out really long whoops)

  • A lot of his fans were jealous of you, so you got a lot of hate for being “to ugly and fat for Zen”
  • You were home alone as he was at rehearsal, so he couldn’t scold you for looked down at your thighs in disgust
  • They were faint, but the old scars on them gave you an idea. You hadn’t done it in a long time, but you remembered that it did feel calming to a certain degree
  • You went to the bathroom, popped out a blade from your razor, took a deep breath and let yourself feel that familiar burning
  • Suddenly you heard the front door open and Zen’s voice telling you he was home early
  • You scrambled to find something to wipe the blood away with, and ended up just messily wiping it away with a paper towel before pulling on a pair of his sweatpants and going out to greet him
  • He smiled when he saw you, then frowned
  • “Princess, I feel rude to ask, but are you on your period? You’ve got blood on your pants”
  • Shocked, you looked down and saw that the cuts appearantely were too deep for your messy wiping, so there was quickly growing blood spots on your legs
  • Zen was no stranger to people with bad mental health around him as he was a public figure, so he quickly suspected what you had done
  • When he saw that the spots got bigger his fears were confirmed, and you saw his entire face fall
  • “I-I can explain…”
  • He cupped your face and looked straight into your eyes with the saddest look you had ever seen 
  • “Listen here… I know a lot of my fans don’t treat you right, is that it?”
  • His worried stare was too intense, so you looked down with tears in your eyes and just nodded
  • He sighed and pulled you close to him, kissing your head
  • “I love you so much, it hurts me too… But harming yourself won’t do anything good, you understand that? Can I see..?”
  • Hesitantely, you nodded again and pulled down the pants so he could see, and he got down on his knees and started kissing your thighs, not caring that they were bloody
  • “I love every single part of you, you understand that? Let’s go clean and wrap this up, I will protect you. Even if it’s from yourself”


  • He convinced you to cook with him
  • You were supposed to make cookies, but the only thing you managed to make was a total mess
  • By the time you finally got them into the oven, you both had dough and flour all over from the food war you had
  • He offered to clean some up from you, and when you agreed he blushed and kissed you
  • When you smiled into the kiss because he tasted like cookie dough, he gained confidence and slowly pushed you back to the wall, where he pinned your wrists over your head
  • You moaned softly in suprise as he wasn’t usually this dominant and it was really hot I’m always a slut for dominant Yoosung
  • Wanting to see what effect he had on you he pulled away for just a second, when his eyes were pulled to where he was holding your wrists
  • The sleeves you usually made sure were always covering your scars had rolled down to your elbows, revealing all of them
  • You saw his eyes go from filled with lust to filled with worry, and you looked away from him in shame
  • “They’re all old… Right?”
  • You nodded and he sighed relieved, before he hugged you tight
  • “You mean so much for me, I don’t want you to ever feel like that again. Please talk to me if you feel bad, okay? Can you promise me that?”
  • You agreed and he kissed your head
  • “I think it’s time for cookies and cuddles”


  • You had such a crush on her, but she was either really oblivious or just didn’t like you back
  • No matter what the reason was, it really hurt and you couldn’t help but feel insecure when all of your flirting got turned down
  • You really didn’t want to stoop so low as to go back to your old self harm habits, but it was so hard
  • In addition to the fact that you lived with her, the stress of running a café and your parents not accepting that you had a crush on a girl, it all got too much for you
  • One day when she was grocery shopping, you couldn’t help but find a small knife in the kitchen, locking your bedroom door and resume your old habit
  • You tried to keep them relatively shallow so they would heal quicker and lower your risk of getting caught, but once you started you found it hard to stop
  • You sobbed softly but because of that you didn’t hear Jaehee return from the store
  • Not finding you in the couch where she left you, she wandered around the appartment untill she heard you and stopped in front of your room
  • “MC? What’s wrong?”
  • When you didn’t answer she got worried, found a spare key and unlocked the door with a warning
  • You didn’t even bother trying to hide what you were doing, you just hung your head in shame as she gasped in shock
  • “W-what do you think you’re doing? Give me that knife!”
  • She quickly took it from you, ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit and found you full on crying on the bed
  • Putting bandages on your wrists she softly said “Shh… I don’t know why you did this and you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but please know that this isn’t going to make anything better”
  • When this just made you cry harder, she kissed your newly bandaged wrist
  • “I… I care way too much about you to see you like this, you should know that. Please come to me if you ever feel like this, okay? I can’t ever lose my reason for happiness”


  • Whenever the two of you made out, you would always stop him when his hands started roaming under your shirt
  • Which he thought was fair, considering that your relationship was still new and you probably just weren’t comfortable enough with him yet
  • A few weeks after you started dating he offered to take you on a vacation, figuring you needed it after the stress of the party and hacker and all that
  • With Elizabeth the 3rd safely at V’s house and a mansion by a private beach rented for the weekend, he wanted to spend some time alone with you
  • He was suprisingly fond of the beach and wanted you to take you swimming there, but you kept declining
  • Kind of upset, he asked if there was any spesific reason why
  • You shrugged it off and said that you just weren’t in the mood, that you were tired and wanted to nap instead
  • He encouraged you to do as you pleased, not showing how hurt he was that you declined his offer
  • An hour or so after you had fallen asleep, he got bored and went to check on you and saw you sleeping, your shirt riled up revealing dozens of scars on your belly
  • His heart broke when he realized that was probably why you were so insecure about intimacy and going swimming
  • Careful not to wake you up, he hovered over you on bed and kissed your stomach
  • Despite his efforts you still woke up, and squeeled suprised when you saw him practially praising your biggest insecurity
  • “Kitten, I don’t ever want to see you do this again, but please understand that I love everything about you and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re like a tiger, these stripes show that you are strong. Promise to not hide yourself from me anymore, okay?”


  • Yet again he was doubting your love and pushing you away
  • He yelled when you tried to hug him, not knowing that the reason why you were clingy was that you were feeling like shit and needed to be comforted
  • You knew you were overreacting when you stopped by the bathroom to get a razor before returning to your shared bed (that he rarely used), but it just hurt so much that he didn’t trust you even after months of living together
  • Taking a deep breath, you pulled the leg of your pants and traced the outline if your old scars on your shin with the razor blade
  • Seven did realize how much he had hurt you, and just to be sure he checked the security camera he had installed in your room
  • When he saw that you were hurting himself he rose from his chair and ran to the bedroom, desperate to stop you
  • “Stop what you’re doing right now!”
  • You looked at him with tears in your eyes and yelled “so now you care?!”
  • With a firm look he pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, showing his own scars and cuts
  • Taken back, you looked confused at him
  • He just smiled sad
  • “I know life is hard, okay? I know I am a shitty boyfriend, a shitty brother, a shitty person. But that doesn’t mean you are, do you understand that? It might not seem like it right now, but I really do love you. Like, I really love you. Can we make a deal? If you try to never do it again, so will I”
  • You nodded and hugged him, both of you apologizing for not being there for each other


  • Being practically blind, he depened a lot on his touch
  • Because of this, he had really sensitive finger tips
  • As weeks passed and you got closer to the handsome photographer, you let him touch and explore more and more of you
  • His new favorite hobby was to just run his hands over your smooth skin, trying to picture exactly what you looked like
  • During a particularly steamy makeout session you were on his lap, his hand travelling up your thighs where he could feel raised lines on your otherwise close to perfect skin
  • Pulling away from the kiss and raising an eyebrow questioningly, he kept tracing the lines
  • You hesitated before you admitted that you had self harmed, and he asked you if you had any other scars
  • Nodding despite his lack of sight, you took his hand and placed it on your wrist so he could feel them
  • He smiled sad and kissed your wrist
  • “You don’t have any fresh, do you?”
  • When you confirmed that you didn’t, he held you closer and kissed your nose
  • “I like everything about you, you know? You’re human, bad things are bound to happen sometimes. You got through it though, and I’m proud of you for that. Please remember that”


  • He didn’t like to admit it, but something about you pulled him towards you
  • The way you always put up with his bursts of anger and sadness and comforted him, made him care for you more and more as time passed
  • So when he saw you sleeping on the couch, his first reacting was to smile as you looked cute and carefree
  • And as he did find you quite attractive (not that he would ever admit that), he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over your sleeping body
  • When he saw the scars and cuts on your wrist where your shirt had riled up your arms, he got mad
  • ?? Who had dared to hurt someone as nice as you??
  • He woke you up suprisingly gently, wanting to know who he needed to kill
  • Disoriented from sleeping, you said that he didn’t need to worry but he refused to give up, so he asked his brother
  • He admitted that he had seen you harm yourself but hadn’t really figured a way to confront you about it yet
  • Saeran got even more mad and walked back to the couch where you had gotten up and was now lazily stretching
  • “Why the fuck are you hurting yourself? Explain!” he growled and pushed you against the wall
  • Stuttering and ashamed you explained that it was a way to deal with sadness, but he didn’t get it at all
  • “Giving yourself another type of pain will just make you more sad, you idiot! God, what’s wrong with you?”
  • Hearing the guy you were crushing on saying this to you and literally growling made you tear up, and you saw his expression change to one of sorrow
  • “I-I’m sorry, okay? It’s just… You’ve helped me so much and I want to return the favor, but I have no idea how to. You… You are special, I don’t want you to be sad”
  • You met his eyes and saw how sincere he was, and was suprised when he hugged you tight
  • “Please don’t ever do it again, MC”


If they’re smart enough to be doctors, they’re smart enough to learn to say your name correctly.

My resident.

I don’t have a common typical English name. My name is unique to my culture. It’s always been difficult always being different, an outsider. Especially growing up in the US south. But that’s a different story.

There are two schools of thought on my name: “oh cool so exactly as it’s spelled” and “what in the actual fuck I don’t even know where to start.” The latter are always the loudest and most obnoxious.

First days of school were the worst growing up. I would usually keep track of where in the alphabet the teacher was on roll call and knew she was looking at my name when there was a long pause. I would fake a laugh, raise my hand, and tell them my name. Everyone else would laugh along. I hated it, I was so embarrassed. Why couldn’t I have been named Ashley or Catherine or Megan? Life would have been so much easier.

I grew up to embrace my name and love it. I love my culture, our history is awesome, and my name is badass. I’ve only met one other person with my name and she’s ten years younger than I am and lives in Canada. But my acceptance doesn’t mean everyone else has had the same epiphany about my name. I still get the same looks, well-intentioned but rude comments, and confused stares from all the Caroline’s, Katelyn’s, and Lauren’s.

Some days I own it with a bad ass “no it’s not hard, you’re being dramatic, it’s easy to say and really cool” attitude. Sometimes I have rhyming tricks that I personally HATE but understand it’s a necessary evil because some people have tiny minds and need the extra help. And then I throw in a little history lesson because damn, some people.

But some days I’m exhausted, and I can’t argue and stand up for myself. Some days I’m tired and defeated and I let it go, “I know, it’s hard, a lot of people have trouble. It’s okay.”

My resident caught me on one of those nights. I was on hour 14 of the work day, scrubbing in for yet another surgery. She didn’t keep asking my name because she couldn’t pronounce it, but because she genuinely couldn’t remember what it was because she was having a very similar kind of day.

No one has ever said anything like that to me before. I was too tired at the time to understand and appreciate what she said, but it’s been resonating with me ever since. She’s fucking right. If you’re comfortable speaking in medical jargon with our made-up sounding words, you can say my name. It’s not hard, it’s not my fault you can’t say it, and no, you can’t make up a nickname for me. ✋🏼

anonymous asked:

What five(ish) vld scenes have so far hit you the hardest emotionally?

asfdkl this is really really hard actually,, Can I cheat and do 7 instead of 5?? lmao ok so:

7.) SHIRO IN CRYSTAL VENOM. Sendak literally invades his mind and picks apart his most deeply rooted fears. Shiro is always fighting. He has PTSD, and those symptoms aren’t minor or superficial. They’re very real and ugly. The fact that Dreamworks showed a main character, the strong and resolute leader, suffering from a panic attack? That meant something to me.

Dealing with that shit can be really hard. Sometimes you hate yourself, cry, break down, lash out, run away. But that happens. It’s okay. Even if you feel like a monster, you’re not. And seeing Shiro work through that really hit me. It was upsetting and heartbreaking but also very relatable. And I’m glad they kept Shiro’s story real and didn’t just gloss over his trauma.

6.) SHIRO AND KEITH’S INTERACTIONS IN ACROSS THE UNIVERSE. I’ve written like dozens of meta on this, but there’s just so much to take away from here. Shiro letting Keith see him at his most vulnerable, Keith being able to connect with Black out of sheer love for Shiro and a fierce desire to protect him, little insight to their ever elusive backstory–“That really stayed with you, didn’t it?” “You’ve given me some good advice. If it weren’t for you, my life would be a whole lot different.” Then, when Shiro thinks he might not make it? Keith immediately reassures him. And the look on Shiro’s face when Keith believes in him like that? He just looks at Keith so endearingly, it’s heart-wrenching. 

5.) KEITH’S TALK WITH KURON IN THE BEDROOM SCENE. I have a whole meta here that explains why it means so much to be. But like, just really quickly–Kuron has been through a lot. He believes Black delivered him into the hands of the galra, that he had to endure capture again and only just narrowly survived. He’s so exhausted and still recovering–to the point where he’s ashamed of letting anyone else see him. 

But Keith alone he allows at his bedside. He can let himself be vulnerable in front of Keith, can show weakness to him without fear. Because Keith would never judge him, would never rush him. The framing, dim lighting, and Kuron’s vulnerability (both in his emotional state and appearance) further add to the intimacy of the scene. This is a moment just between them. And Kuron is so obviously touched by everything Keith done for him, he jokingly asks, “How many times are you going to save me before this is over?” Keith’s resolute, “As many times as it takes,” is just the sweetest thing. That’s love right there. 

4.) AnY TIME Keith is grieving Shiro. Holy fuck. That shit killed me. I don’t think I even need to explain this because I always go on and on about this but,, we really do experience Shiro’s loss through Keith. He’s the one that’s always hurting, that’s always grieving, that carries a torch for Shiro no matter what. Keith mourns him like a lost lover he just can’t move on from and anyway there’s not a single scene where he’s closing off or lashing out that my heart isn’t breaking for him. Also, the way he reaches out to Black for comfort and tries to speak to Shiro through her? Thanks, I’m dying,, 

3.) ReUNION,, and literally like the whole episode. The episode really made you feel for Pidge and her brother, and every little memory here and there only added to the melancholy and nostalgia. Great atmosphere. At times can be overwhelmingly filled with dread but ends up absolutely heartwarming. Pidge getting the spotlight. An opening scene that hits you in the gut and a plot that just doesn’t let up until the very end. Wish I didn’t know Matt was already alive as that cost me a lot of the impact, but like. Still a wonderful episode. 


1.) BLADE OF MAMORA just like…the whole fucking episode…you’ve all heard me go on about this enough lmao you know what this is about. Really heartbreaking, really relatable, made me tear up, really established the monumental importance of Shiro and Keith’s bond and built more on Keith’s mysterious backstory. Also, Red risking everything to save him like the good kitty she is. Amazing episode all around honestly 

Game over...by now (Patrick Hockstetter imagine)

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

► Summary: Last round for Patrick and the reader’s flirting game.

(This is the third part of “Meeting the gang” and “The game”)

► Pair: Patrick Hockstetter x reader

► Warnings: NSFW, Smut, swearing, unprotected sex

Author’s notes: And this is the third and last part of the miniseries I’ve been posting but of course I want to keep writing some imagines for Patrick and maybe for Henry Bowers as well, I guess we’ll see. Thank you for follow this series and I really hope you’ve liked! 

► Taglist: @makotta @that-one-emo-kid @screechingwanton@sittingwithlucifer @mr-zippy @dannibarnesflair @pennywisetheslut@mrshockstetter @sighlilyc @angeli-fucking-cat @baileystorm17 (Patrick Hockstetter imagines taglist is still open! If you want to get tagged on the next ones let me know!) (Also, if I start writing for Henry Bowers would you like to be tagged as well?)

Feel free to contact me HERE or send me a message with anything you need!

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

And Friday finally arrived.

During the classes every time you saw Patrick on the hallways he smirked at you the way he had done just before he kissed you and you smirked back trying to hide the fact that you were pretty expectant for what could happen that same afternoon.

“I cannot help myself but to think that you’re coming today just to make sure I don’t run away later on” You joked entering to the cinema club room with Cathy who smiled and rolled her eyes.

“How mistrustful from you Y/N! I’m here cause I missed” The two chairs you always occupy were already waiting for you two. Cathy, as always, sit with her ladylike manners while you adopted a more comfortable position putting your feet on the chair in front of you. “But well, maybe I am taking a little bit of care of you after this”

“I knew it” You smiled. Of course it was not her only worry, it was also true that she missed the cinema club and you knew that but it was funny to tease her a bit.

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what’s fucking gross is that dan and phil work SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO hard like come on have you seen the amount of gaming videos lately?? and let’s not forget when they did gamingmas. come on, these guys try so hard to make us happy and entertain us and yeah it is okay to have humour and make jokes sometimes about what one of them may upload and it’s okay if internet support group isn’t your favourite, but bashing dan and sending him horrible tweets and making him feel like shit for something WE overhyped is really not okay

for those of you who don’t know it, i suggest you google what respect is

MCL Boys: NSFW Headcanons!!

Gueeeessss what week it is - nah do not guess, we all know, it’s sin week - one of the best weeks of MCL! So, as requested, here’s some NSFW headcanons of lips, butt, and something else I had added in! Man, this was hard to write and I hope you enjoy! You s i n n e r s ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)…

NSFW, under the cut!

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Fourth page of my human!testarossa kavinsky AU comic!

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Things are starting to unravel from here on out.

This comic reads from right to left!

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Hope you are feeling better, and thank you so much for creating YCPfE. Not sure if you're still accepting kink prompts, but you mentioned that Viktor waxes 8D So.. just wondering if we could get a scene where he waxes Yuuri. Thought it'd be pretty hilarious and well. Sexy. Thank you!! :3

I don’t think I’ll be able to put it in YCPfE, so here’s a little something for you:

“Are you sure about this?” Yuuri asks Victor warily as he sits on the edge of the soft table.

“It’s fine,” Victor nods with a smile. “I get it done all the time. It doesn’t hurt that much.”

Yuuri crosses his arms across his chest to cover his nipples that are peaked because of the cool air in the room. “Yeah, well, I’ve got sensitive skin,” Yuuri pouts. Victor is just as peculiar about his skin-care regimen, so Yuuri believed him when he told Yuuri that he’d enjoy the feeling of being waxed. 

“It’s better for you than shaving,” He’d said. 

But Yuuri is starting to get more nervous the closer it gets to having hot wax on him. Because Victor has convinced him to go all-out. Which meant he’d made an appointment for not just his chest (although, what was the point, really, since he barely had any hair on the majority of his torso), but also his… down there. 

“It’ll feel so good at the end, though,” Victor says. Yuuri has the distinct feeling he’s not actually doing it for himself, but it’s for Victor. He was fine sticking to trimming and shaving, honestly. But it’s hard to say no to Victor when he brings out those puppy dog eyes he’s learned from Maccachin. 

There’s a light tap on the door before a young woman enters quietly. “Hello Mr. Katsuki,” she says, closing the door behind her. 

“Hello,” he nods. He’s not sure if he’d prefer his esthetician to be male or not. But since she has a special certificate to work on… well, balls, he figures that he might as well trust her. 

Victor gives her a dazzling smile. “I’m Victor. I hope it’s okay for me to be here. Yuuri really wants the emotional support, you know.”

She smiles back and nods. “Sure. Okay, and if you’re ready to start, I’ll just ask you to take off your underwear, Mr. Katsuki,” she says, setting up her supplies next to the wax that’s already hot to the side of the table. 

Victor, for his part, moves away and around the other side so he’s completely out of the way. Yuuri takes one last look at Victor and then at the woman before carefully stepping off the table and slipping out of his boxers. 

He carefully lays down, face-up, on the table, keeping his eyes on the ceiling instead of what the woman is doing. He doesn’t really want to see the hot wax because he might chicken out. Victor just grins down at him.

After a few moments, the woman turns back to him, having everything prepped and ready. “If you’re ready, Mr. Katsuki, we’ll start.”

He doesn’t say anything, just gives a quick nod. 

After doing a quick cleansing, she starts with his chest, smearing hot wax across the part with hair. The pain when she rips it off is more than he’s used to and his eyes tingle with a couple reflexive tears. He glares up at Victor, who is still grinning. 

“Did you want to hold my hand?” Victor coos. 

Yuuri is about to say ‘no’, but the next strip is just as painful, and he automatically moves his hand to grasp Victor’s. It hurts, but thankfully it’s a pain he can live with. 

But then, once she’s finished with his chest, she moves further down. She directs his legs open so she has full access. There’s not a lot of people that have seen this part of him and he feels fairly self-conscious with a stranger peering at his bits. But Victor squeezes his hand lightly and distracts him for a moment. 

There’s only so much distracting he can do, however, because as soon as the first bit is ripped off, Yuuri knows this was a bad idea. It hurts so badly. “I hate you,” he tells Victor. “You’re an asshole.”

Victor just laughs. 

He was lying, the bastard. Just because he’s had it done for years and is impervious to the pain now doesn’t mean Yuuri won’t hurt. 

“You owe me,” Yuuri tells him through gritted teeth after the next pull. Victor just keeps laughing. 

“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Victor asks once they’re out of the salon and on their way home. 

“It was,” Yuuri disagrees. 

“It would have been better if she was nice enough to let me put the lotion on at the end,” Victor muses, finger pressed to his lips.

“I’m glad. She was efficient. You would have taken your time and I just wanted it to be over.” Yuuri tells him. 

“But it feels good now, right? Nice and smooth.”

“Smooth, yes, but it still kind of hurts,” Yuuri frowns. 

“I can’t wait to take a look myself,” Victor says. “Feel how smooth you are.”

That makes Yuuri look over at him. Victor’s biting his bottom lip. And suddenly understands why Victor had requested he do this. 

“…I expect kisses to make it feel better,” he says.

Victor looks over at him with excitement in his eyes. “Oh. I’ll be thorough.”

Thoughts on Wattpad

Ah… where do I start? I guess I’ll begin by saying that I had absolutely no clue what Wattpad was until I joined the Miraculous fandom. At first, I just thought “Oh, it’s another website people use to post their writings.” It wasn’t until someone sent me a message asking me to read their fic that I bothered to check it out.

As with any other social media platform/online service (e.g. Instagram, Amino, Facebook, etc.) Wattpad itself isn’t such a terrible thing; rather, it’s the people who misuse the service and fail to comply with the rules that cause issues. Of course, one could argue that these companies could do more to prevent such misuse.

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Harry Styles - “Love at First Listen”

Took me long enough for this. I hope you like it. I’m actually quite proud of this one.

Harry was flipping through the stations on his radio as he drove around the crowded streets of Los Angeles, the sun blaring down on his Range Rover, his sunglasses low on his nose as he focuses on the station dial. The traffic in front of him finally picked up so he took his hand from the radio and back on the wheel and began to drive. At first when he realized what kind of station he had stopped on, he reached to change it once again but his fingers halted right as they touched the dial. 

The voice coming through his speakers was unlike any he had ever heard. He understood none of what was being sang but none the less he was entranced anyway. He didn’t want the song to end, he even sat in his car after reaching his destination just to continue listening to the song until it ended. He hoped he would be able to catch what her name was but it slid into the next song with no DJ interjection first. 

The entire rest of the day her voice haunted his brain. He would zone out when someone was speaking to him and could hear her soft melodies, the words flowing effortlessly and smooth as she sang. He had to find out who she was, he had to. 

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nolifekat  asked:

How do you properly channel your energy? That's a personal problem I have and I think a problem others have as well.

I’m answering this under the assumption that by “channelling” you mean “draw up energy to work with, to be put into objects or sent out into the world itself.” If that is not what you were looking for, please feel free to send another ask and clarify what you need help with.

There’s a lot I wanted to say in this post, and I don’t know that I said it all, but please bear with me, it’s long. If you don’t wanna read it all, and just want some techniques, there are a couple at the bottom, but I couldn’t find too many, so if still needed I can try to share what I do too. But this is important enough to me, at least, that I felt I should say it.

I can’t say there is a “proper” way. Like, there are common techniques that work for a lot of people, but that doesn’t mean they work for all. And this doesn’t just apply to channelling, or any one particular branch or method of magic - this is all encompassing for witchcraft in general. I can only say what I know from my own experience, but that doesn’t guarantee it to be something that everyone else clicks with or can always do.

A lot of these things really take practice, and the skill doesn’t always come immediately. I feel I got lucky, it only took a few weeks before I started feeling energy, for example, but I have heard some people say it took them longer, if they ever did. I feel that is important to keep in mind as well - the progress isn’t always instant, or immediately recognizable as progress, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t happening, and that what you’re doing isn’t necessarily failing or incorrect, it does take some time.

(On a crazy off to the side note, it’s also hard for me to tell you any way to do this right now, because I don’t know what you’ve already tried, and I may say “do this” when you already know it doesn’t work for you, but I didn’t know it didn’t work for you. Which is why I’m giving a very generalized answer.)

But, for example. Channelling my energy has a lot to do with sensing it, actually feeling the energy flow to know I am doing it. A lot of people can’t physically feel metaphysical energy when they use or work with it. And that is cool - you don’t need to actually feel it to work with it. But then my method won’t be of any use to them, because my method heavily revolves around that aspect. 

(It isn’t the right way, or the only way, and I acknowledge that - it’s just my way, and I know it won’t work for everyone, but as long as it works for me, that’s what I need for my craft, because it isn’t about anyone else. It’s by me, about me, for me. And it’s great if other people can use my stuff and it works for them, that’s why I share it, just in case it can; but I also know it won’t click with everyone, which is okay, it just means they need to find something else, which I can try to help with too.)

Or, another example, visualization - a lot of channelling methods say that is very important to do. Not everyone can do that either, though. Just because they can’t visualize, doesn’t mean they can’t channel energy. But that particular way to do it won’t cut it for them.

I have a lot I want to say on this, but my brain is scrambled. I’m sorry. I hope I do this justice, say it right, don’t come off as blunt or rude, because it isn’t my intention. I just wanna make something clear as I can.

In the end, there is no “proper” - at least, no universal “proper” - that applies to everyone and everything in witchcraft. If it works for you, it’s proper for you; what is proper for you in magic, may not be for other people, and that is okay. What works for you may also work for a lot of other people, but it is okay if you are one of the few it doesn’t work for  - it doewsn’t mean you can’;t do magic or witchcraft at all, it just means you need to do something different for the same results.

Like, think about how many people draw. And how many different styles you see of drawing. And how, looking at every person’s drawing technique, there may be similar aspects in  some, but everyone still does it kinda differently, but they’re all still drawing in the end - in the end it’s all still art, no matter how they got there. There’s even so many names for it, that may also depend on what you’re drawing or how you do it - sketching, doodling, drawing, penning; caricatures, cartoons, realism, abstract. So many different ways to get there, so many different titles and styles and whatever, but it’s all still art in the end. That is how I see witchcraft and magic.

And, like art, I believe it comes down to personal experimentation with various techniques to find what works for you. Each artist experiments with tutorials and stuff, or just wings it, to see what works for them, to get a style they like - same thing with witchcraft. 

Here are some tips that I have when trying to find out your way of doing things, that may be useful for other things too, but right now I’m just focused on witchcraft. Just tips, no strict rules or “have to”s, just things I think may help you. If you like it, try it; if you don’t give a fuck, don’t. Just thoughts, opinions, ideas.

◆ Find out where your problem is in that area. This is why recording what you do and how things play out with your spellwork can be so important - you can look back to try to pinpoint exactly what it is that didn’t work out, so you can either fix it or move past it. So: what aspects of channelling techniques have not worked for you in the past? Visualization? Feeling the energy?

◇ Sometimes, focusing on those areas, and trying to improve them, can be enough. Like, people say “I can’t do this in magic,” and okay, that is fine. But how many times did you try it before you determined it wasn’t working for you? If a thing fails just once, I can’t say that is a guarantee that that particular technique doesn’t work for you, period - spell failure happens for a lot of different reasons, and doesn’t always have to do with lack of ability. I believe it is best to be sure that those things really don’t work for you at all before writing them off. So, if you find you’re having a hard time feeling energy, keep trying for a while, look up other ways you can do that, keep practicing those techniques, until you can really rule out it just isn’t working at all.

◆ Sometimes there may be more than one area that is causing a problem, or the first area you chose may not be what is actually causing the difficulty. I believe every possibility should be ruled out to figure out what isn’t working and why, as well, before determining something isn’t going to work for you at all. Again, this is when those spell notes come in handy: you have documentation of everything you did, so you can go through piece by piece to figure out what it was - or what it was in conjunction with something else - that didn’t play out as planned.

◇ If things still keep not working, do some more research and see if there is some other way you can do it. Look for alternative methods for the same technique, give those a shot - try to keep in mind remembering what you did so you can figure out what doesn’t work about it for you if that’s what ends up happening. So, if this one particular method focused around feeling energy doesn’t work, and you’re sure it’s the feeling energy part, try a method that focuses on visualization instead, and see if it shows any results.

(Rinse and repeat.)

◆ If you can’t find another way that works for you that already exists, even after all that, if you’ve tried all the methods that you can find already talked about, or from external sources… try to find one within yourself. By this, I mean try creating a unique way, different from what you’ve seen before - or maybe even just tweaked from methods you’ve already tried, keeping things that worked and discarding what didn’t. Honestly, if that is what needs to happen for you to be able to do it, there’s nothing wrong with going off on your own, away from the beaten path, and playing around with what you find there to get something magical to work for you. Just because it’s new, and just made by you right then and there, doesn’t make it “improper” or “invalid” or “less legitimate” than common or well-known methods - if it works for you, that’s really what matters. 

(And I know it can be hard to know where to start when creating something brand new, but knowing a lot of theory may help direct you where to go. If you know how the other things worked and why, you can figure out what else might work and how and why based off those. Idk, I’m kinda burning out, let me wrap this up real quick.)

◇ I have found that “starting over” in a various area or technique can help me see things I didn’t before, open new paths or ways of thinking on the subject that can make practicing it completely different than how I did the first time. Try taking a look at energy work in general, not just channelling techniques, and see if anything comes out at you. Look at “beginner” posts, see if anything has changed in your way of working things from those original points, or see if any new opinions or techniques present themselves. There are a lot of blogs making content on Witchblr, and they all have a unique sort of view, that can prove handy in this sort of thing.

Trial and error, and experimentation, are really the keys here, in my opinion.

I really don’t want to say “you HAVE to do all these” or “this is how you HAVE to do it to figure it it,” but these are my suggestions and tips. And again, Idek if these things will necessarily work for you either, but I feel this will be more beneficial than just telling you how I do things. And I can still do that, if you don’t think this answer is helpful. But this is how I would look at your situation, if I were stuck on figuring out a way to do a certain technique - this is how I’d go about trying to find something that works for me. I feel like telling you how to find your own answer may prove more beneficial than giving you one of mine that still might not suit you in the end anyway.

Anyway, long overdue, here are those links I promised (there are few resources on this, which is maybe why so many people have difficulties with this area?) :

I may still end up posting my way, or other ways I could think of, because it’s hard to find info on this. So probably what I just said was all made moot because of this lol.

Did it all make sense, anyway? I hope it does. I hope it helped in some way, for someone at least. Idk. I ran out of so much steam and energy by the end there, I hope it still makes sense and I got the point I wanted to across. (I guess you wouldn’t know if I got the point I wanted to across, lol, but let me know if this proved helpful to you in any way or anything, please.) And it kinda proved wasted in the end, I feel, but that’s how I feel about figuring out how to do things “proper” or getting things to work for you. Idk. Sorry. I’m done.

My One Fear (Bill Denbrough x Reader)

Originally posted by to-obsessed

Anonymous Request: Kinda opposite of your last one whoops lol. But what about a Bill X Reader were the reader is Rich’s sis and during one of the loser’s team battles v.s Penny she gets isolated and targeted. Imagine the losers surprise to find her surrounded by them, taunting her, circling around her, he fear being her friends turning, HURTING, and hating her if they knew who she really was, her fear being revealed that she’s scared of those closest to her hating and turning on her? If that’s okay? Thank!!!

Author Note: Sorry for the wait guys! I’ve worked really hard on this though and would love to hear some feedback. Anyways I should upload more, but I have several projects so there won’t be as many as I’d like…. Anyways enjoy!

The floor boards creaked with every step sending dust flying up like confetti. Paint was peeling from the walls and pieces were scattered on the floor. (Y/n) ran her hand across the wall looking around nervously. She bit the inside of her cheek to contain a cry of distress when her hand brushed against a spider web. She pulled her hand back waving it till the webs drifted off. She let out a soft sigh as her heart slowly relaxed once more.

(Y/n) Tozier was a year older then the Losers Club, so she offered to come inside first. The others were to afraid to come in, except for Bill, so she offered to scout the house out first… Despite Richie’s protest. (”It’ll be quick. I’ll look around and then come right back,” She had promised him.) She’d never admit it, but she was as hesitant as the others. The Neibolt house was a rickety old building that seemed like it could collapse any moment. Not to mention what they all thought lurked inside.

(Y/n) personally never saw it herself, but by what she heard it was terrifying. It shifted to your worse fear and used it to it’s advantage. (Y/n) shuddered at the thought and instead focused on making sure the place was safe enough. So (Y/n) slowly trekked up the stairs trying to avoid the webs hanging here and there. ‘Just look around her and then you can leave,’ She thought. 

She was met with a long hallway with three sets of doors to the left and one to the right. (Y/n) nibbled on her bottom lip trying to ignore the way her stomach knotted itself. She reluctantly made her way towards the three rooms deciding that she would investigate them first. She hesitated though.  Whispers sounded from the farthest room and they all seemed so familiar. “H-Hello?” (Y/n) called out cautiously. 

She jumped back slightly as someone suddenly appeared in the door way. 


There Beverly stood with an eerie smile on her face. Her skin was almost grey as well and dark bags were underneath her eyes. “(Y/n) come on,” She called out giggling slightly. Small snickers sounded from the room as Beverly once again vanished inside.

“Beverly? What are you doing?” The floorboards creaked once more as (Y/n) took a hesitant step forward, yet it was silent once more making (Y/n) frown. “Beverly?” She stepped forward again shuddering as a stones settled in her stomach. She hugged her arms before snapping, “Beverly this isn’t funny.” (Y/n) was almost in the room now. It was quiet except for an occasional creak. She bit her lip before hesitantly stepping inside. “Bev?”

The door slammed shut catching (Y/n) off guard. She whirled around and relaxed slightly. Something was off though. The Losers Club stood before with slight scowls on their faces. Every single one was grey skinned and had the same dark bags under their eyes. (Y/n) stepped back a frown tugging at her lips. “Guys? What are you doing in here? I thought you were outside waiting?”

Beverly was the first to speak up. “We can’t lie anymore (Y/n).” Her voice was hoarse as if she hadn’t spoken in quite sometime. Her eyes were narrowed and (Y/n) took a step back seeming even more confused.

“What do you mean,” She asked. Her voice was cracking slightly as she glanced around at the others. Her chest felt like stones were pressing down, and her stomach was completely hollow. (Y/n)’s bottom lip wobbled slightly when she noticed the others were frowning as well. “Guys?”

“(Y/n) your worthless can’t you see what Beverly is trying to say,” Richie snapped. His eyes blazing with fury which caught her off guard. Never in her life had her little brother looked at her like that. (Y/n) practically shrunk under his gaze as he stepped forward. “We don’t need you! We never have! You’ve never been able to protect me so why would we want you around?”

(Y/n)’s eyes burned as she reached out for him. “Richie… You know-” She rested her hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t touch me,” He cut in yanking her hand off him. His fingers tightly gripped her wrist as warm tears splashed down her cheeks. “I know that you’ve never tried. So why would I want you around?”

(Y/n) was choking on sobs now. Her whole body shuddering as she refused to let them out. This wasn’t right… It couldn’t be right, yet here it was unfolding in front of her. Richie released her hand and she stepped back. Her eyes nervously flickering around the room when she noticed the others begin to surround her. “Y-You guys too?”

“(Y/n) we were just pretending.” Eddie…

“I only wanted cigarettes. Your even more of a loser then us.” Beverly…

“I never even wanted to be around you. You just wouldn’t go away.” Stan….

“I have better things to do then hang with you (Y/n)…” Mike….

“I’ve never liked you (Y/n). I only dealt with you cause Beverly asked.” Ben…

(Y/n) was on her knees at this point. She listened as every person told her the same thing. They wanted nothing to do with her… She was worthless. Her eyes burned and her chest ached as if she was lacking oxygen. There was only one person left. (Y/n)’s eyes met Bill’s.

“You wanna know why I stuck around (Y/n)?” Bill took a step closer making (Y/n) shake even more. His eyes were holding nothing but disgust. The usual soft look and sweet smile was gone. Her Bill was gone… or did he ever really exist? “I felt bad for you. I never liked you, yet Richie told me all about your delusion. That you actually thought I had feelings for you..” Bill laughed making (Y/n) shudder. It was a cruel laugh. One that she would of associated with Bowers perhaps, but never him… Guess things changed.

A bang sounded against the door startling the whole group. (Y/n)’s vision was blurry with ears, but for a moment she swore she saw fear on every one of their faces. Bill turned back to her and his face reminded her of a snarling dog. “I could never like a girl like you,” He growled stepping closer to her. “Your a complete waste of space.”

Unbeknownst to (Y/n) the door swung open and her true friends stepped through the door. They all were frozen at the sight before them confused as to what they were witnessing. A group that was almost identical to them was surrounding (Y/n). Her face stained with tears as she watched the other Bill.

The other Bill bent down to (Y/n)’s level a sick twisted grin on his face. “It’s a shame isn’t it? That I’d never like a freak like you, but it’s the truth. So why don’t you vanish like the other kids?”

“H-Hey a-a-asshole!”

(Y/n)’s eyes fell on her true friends. Bill was the one who spoke. His jaw clenched in anger as his eyes locked on the fake one. The imaginary group vanished and (Y/n) watched in wonder as the group knelt down beside her. 

Bill carefully wiped her tears away frowning as she flinched at his touch. “(Y-Y/n) It’s muh-me. The r-real Buh-Bill,” He said quietly. 

(Y/n)’s bottom lip trembled as she watched him for a moment. Her eyes searching for something. Tears filled her eyes as a sob escaped her. “B-Billy I-.” (Y/n) couldn’t continue her whole body shaking as she was pulled into his embrace. Gut wrenching sobs escaped her as she clung to Bill. Her tears easily soaking through his shirt.

Bill ran his hands through her hair and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Shh i-it’s alright,” Bill mumbled quietly. His eyes softening as she trembled in his arms. “I-I’ve got you (Y/n)…”

The others hung back though they all desperately wanted to join the two. They all knew what (Y/n) really needed in that moment. She needed Bill, and in some way he needed her. 

So Bill held (Y/n) tightly muttering nothing but sweet things to her, while she clung onto him for dear life. Praying that what she saw was only a mirage, and that her one fear would never become reality.

When it all becomes a bit much... World Mental Health Day.

So I thought about today and how much it has meant to me. Sometimes I wish I could travel back in time and tell myself that it will be okay and to be open with myself about my issues.

When i was younger, i held in all my pain, resulting in self-harm, heightened emotions, self-critizing, self-hate, and secrets. It felt like no one could of cared at the time for what was going on. My life seemed black and white, with no ever chance of having color and a good future.

It lead me to think that I did not need to exist anymore. I tried, but still am glad I made it through that and am here. It was a cry of help, but also a huge push to try to find myself and get real with all my issues. Sure, I still feel like somedays I could just disappear and it wouldn’t matter. Those days call for reaching out for support and cracking out some chocolate and a funny movie.

I am not perfect, I am not totally healed or recovered. I will relapse and make decisions that are not the best. I will grow and heal. Like a sunflower, some days I will stand up and enjoy the sun, other days come in on myself.

My advice to all of you who are struggling or just need this.

1. be gentle with yourself, some days you won’t like you, and that is okay. 

2. come to terms with your struggles. do not be afraid to embrace them and know that acknowledging them is the first step in recovery for some.

3. have support systems. family, friends, internet friends, a chat group, even a journal. find a place of safe haven and use it when you’re hurting.

4. you’re not any less of a person if you relapse or do something “bad”. we all fall down, it is okay to stand up again even if it feels hopeless. you are not a bad person, you are valid.

5. it takes time to heal. I will be 24 next month and I am still working on my self-care. give it time, it will not happen overnight. everyday, you’ll get a little closer to where you want to be.

6. hang in there when it gets really bad. I know that is hard, but know that those days will pass and truly do what you can to help your body, mind and soul heal.

7. it’s not a competition. your feelings and struggles are as valid as mine, friends, family members, etc. if anyone ever tries to make it a competition, please remove them from your life. 

8. find your happy place. music is mine, art could be yours, reading, doodling, watching netflix, you name it! have something you can cushion on when life is a big pain in the butt. animals too are quite lovely. 

9. breathe. oh my gosh, just take some time to breathe. stop what you’re doing and slow down. breathe. inhale and exhale, close your eyes. you are here, you will be okay.

10. i will always be here for you. I promise you can reach out to me and just yell. you can vent and ask for advice. you can ask for a distraction. you are not alone. i refuse to let people be alone. you need someone? hit me up. 

I love you all so much.

Let’s keep fighting this battle.



Real story at the stationery store

*walked into a store*
Me: Okay, here is the shopping list remember buy fast and go, only buy things that you need.
*finished shopping* , *looked around*
Me: Omg that pencil case, that notebook, those pens.
Me: Wait a minute, do I actually need to buy new stuff? I still have tons of unused stationery at home.
Me: But I really need it, if I don’t buy it now, someone will buy it and it will be sold out.
Me: Well I think I deserve it because I worked so hard over the past few days.
*took and walked away*
*at home*
Me: Why did you buy new stationery? You need to start saving your money now!