i'm really proud of this edit idk

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if the Lord don’t forgive me
i’d still have my baby and my babe would have me (x)

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Oh look, a soma drawing that’s transparent, wooooo-

No but seriously this took me like two hours and editing the speedpaint took another hour so I’ve spent like three hours on this and-

I’m dead. But it was worth it.

Speedpaint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ByOBjzGQDo&feature=youtu.be

As of today, the #my edit tag on this blog is filled with 462 posts. During the past 21 months, I’ve posted an average of 0.7 edits/graphics/gifs posts a day. 375 posts (ca. 81%) of those are Haikyuu!! posts. I’ve made freaking 574 Haikyuu!! icons during that time. It feels like I’ve made gifs of every possible scene at least a thousand times already. 

I’ve definitely watched Haikyuu!! at least a thousand times already. I’ve read the manga countless times too. I’ve made headers, wallpapers, icons, gif sets, AU edits, manga colourings.. everything. I did requests. I made around 100 birthday gifts for various people. 

And to be honest, I’m out of ideas. I can’t think of any new cool quote or song lyrics to put on a gif. I can’t think of new patters and styles and whatever for icons. I can’t make new kinds of headers or wallpapers. I can only keep making the plain and boring stuff I’ve been making for nearly two years now. 

I still love Haikyuu!! with all my heart and soul, and it pains me to accept it, but I’m actually so fucking done with making Haikyuu!! edits. Even if I have a slightly okay idea, there’s no motivation. I’ve been mostly forcing myself to keep doing it (especially because of the birthday gifts), but making edits for other anime/manga I love is so much more fun right now. 

Haikyuu!! is always going to be my main and most important fandom. I’m still just as interested in it, and I’ll continue writing my fics and all. There still is some new stuff in my queue right now, and it’s constantly running with self reblogs anyway, so there’ll always be lots of Haikyuu!! content on this blog, but right now I want to focus my creative energy on other things.

So long story short, unless there is new content (new manga chapter, new anime footage) or I suddenly have a brilliant idea, don’t expect new Haikyuu!! graphics and gifs from me for now. I really, really need move on and be the multifandom blog I declared to be a long time ago…

“Not all who wander are lost.” || #ChoicesCreates Round 12, hosted by @hollyashton . Inspired by both the prompt and Pride Month.

This is the first time when Zig thinks back on all the emotional anguish of discovering his sexuality, and he feels relieved instead of sick to his stomach. It had been hell but here he is now, standing tall and unafraid, more sure of himself than he’s ever been before. All that time he’d felt so isolated, and now it turns out that he’d never been lost, just on the path of learning who he truly is. He touches his fingers gently to the dried paint smeared across his cheek, the distinct colors reminding him that he isn’t alone anymore. He doesn’t have to be.

Nearby Zack’s waving around a rainbow flag bigger than he is, and beside him Kaitlyn’s wearing one that’s various shades of pink as a cape. Zig watches as the girl lifts her hands into the air, aimlessly shouting nonsense into the chaos like so many others around them. He laughs, then glances over his shoulder to see the waves of people who look just as happy as he feels. A soft look crosses his face, and for just a moment, the noise and the hype all fade into a gentle buzz like you see in the movies.

All the struggling, all the fighting with himself… It was all worth it to feel this… this…

“Free?” He looks over to his left and Kaitlyn’s smiling up at him with shining eyes. “That’s what you’re feeling, isn’t it?”

He tilts his head, but slowly nods. “Yeah… How’d you know?”

She laughs merrily, gesturing around them with a sweeping motion. “It’s our first pride parade! I feel it too!”

He grins brightly, throwing his arm over her shoulders and doing the same to Zack once he’s in range. Zack lifts his flag higher in response, throwing his head back and yelling into the air: “I love being gaaaaay!!”

Some nearby people cheer before copying him, and Zig just laughs, looking at the seemingly endless crowd ahead of them. “I’m proud to be me,” he says, but nobody else hears him. But that’s not important. What’s important is that it’s the first time he’s ever felt pride and damn… It’s years and years overdue.

Petyr x Sansa Week: Day 3 Euphoria or Mask

Love gave off a feeling of euphoria, or at least that’s what Sansa was told. Weirdly enough, she had never actually been in love. A cupid who had never been in love? Her friends used to laugh at her, but how could she help it? She had never found that perfect person. That was until she found Petyr. He was next on her list, and was supposed to be struck at just the opportune moment so that the first face he saw was that of Lysa Arryn, but she couldn’t bring herself to condemn him to that fate. But at the same time, she couldn’t afford to lose her job. She released the arrow, but didn’t count on him turning and seeing her instead of Lysa…

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I tried to edit again,,, alternative covers for The Lightning Thief

My name is Percy Jackson. I’m twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

The Holy Trinity: DC Edition

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blood still stains when the sheets are washed,

sex don’t sleep when the lights are off,

kids are still depressed when you dress them up,

and syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup x 

((yes i made melanie’s wings yellow bc of troye’s petals, I’m trash))

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You have seen the last of me

I may do another edit using this song it fits Anthy really well I think?

Even if what they say is true, let’s pretend that it wasn’t you [x

DO NOT REPOST

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30 days of Krista and Becca Ritchie >> throwback coballoway

“So here I am,” Connor continues, “about to waste front row seats—”

“Wait, you can’t see anything in the first row. The stage blocks your view. Everyone knows that.”

“Did I say first row? I don’t think I did.” He tilts his head. “You really need to get those ears checked, Miss Calloway.”

insp. by @connorose