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I know it’s not much and it’s kinda crappy but I really wanted to make something and I tried a few possibilities and kept this one. It was harder to make since I haven’t touch a graphic logiciel, even a crappy one for years. But I did this for the #sswh month!

@akira-of-the-twilight I’ll probably try to write something for it, I’ll see if I can but in the mean time I hope you’ll like it <3.

My drawing I made for John Barrowman and Catherine Tate. Woo. I could upload the printed one that is signed, but lighting is horrible. But whatever this was the first thing I could make in any form for over a year so I’m glad I was able to actually start it let alone finish it. lol

anonymous asked:

If you do prompts or know someone who does can you think of this rilaya prompt: in class vefore the teacher comes everyone is talking and discussing who is the smoothest flirt and everyone just looks at maya while she draws on her arm when she notices everyone looking at her and she denies it but riley mentions some of what she tells her like 'at 5.30 you turn gold ' and everyone notices that they are even more gay than thought and farkle is smug and lucas is just getting the idea

You’re so lucky I have two other prompts and some drawing stuff to do on top of all my homework or this would have been longer and angsty 😂


“It’s Yogi, you guys!”

Sarah turns in her seat to glare at Darby. “Of course you would think Yogi’s the best flirt,” she says. “You’ve been dating the kid since he was born!”

“I have not! And anyway, that’s not why I think so. He just is.”

“Objectively speaking, I believe Darby is correct,” Farkle says. “Who’s to accurately judge who the best flirt is except by verifiable data? Yogi was the first to get a girlfriend, so it must be him.”

“I think it’s Maya.”

The whole class pauses in their debate at Yogi’s words, then turns to stare at Maya, who’s reclined in her seat with a purple marker poised over an intricate design on her left arm. She looks up at the sudden silence and frowns when she sees all eyes on her.

“What?”

“Maya?” Lucas laughs. “Look, if this is about me and her again, what she does isn’t flirting.”

“What are you guys even talking about?” Maya asks. “No, really, I wasn’t listening. What’s this about me and Lucas?”

“Yogi’s right, but she doesn’t flirt with Lucas,” Dave says, ignoring Maya’s question.

“Flirt? Who do I flirt with?”

“Riley!”

Maya freezes. Riley, who’s been unusually silent through the conversation, freezes too.

Maya turns around to face Yogi. “What…are you talking about?”

“I hear some of the things you say to her.” Yogi wiggles his eyebrows.

Maya’s mouth falls open as the class begins murmuring amongst themselves, most agreeing with Yogi, some shaking their heads. They quiet down again when Maya turns to Riley, who’s staring wide-eyed down at the fingers she’s twiddling in her lap, and addresses her directly.

“Riley! I don’t flirt with you, right?” Maya says. “Tell ‘em.”

“Well….” Riley shrugs. “I mean…I can see how some of the things you say can be…interpreted as flirting.”

“What!? How?”

“Well, you did say I look gold once. I think the exact words were, ‘at 5:30, you turn gold.’” She blushes a little at the memory. She’d always thought a lot of the things Maya says to her are romantic, but she’d never thought she meant them that way. At least, not until Yogi pointed it out, too.

“They didn’t know about that,” Maya says, her voice low. “That was an us moment!”

“That sounded pretty romantic too, Maya,” Farkle says. “I mean, sometimes I’m wrong about these things, but….”

“Okay, well…that was one—two—times. That’s not flirting; it’s just…you know, being friendly to my best friend!”

“You also call me a lot of names like honey, sweetie, pumpkin, sunshine….”

“You call me peaches! How is that any different?”

Riley hesitates. “Well, maybe…maybe it’s not,” she says. “Maybe I call you that because I like you as more than a friend.”

And just like that, the classroom is so silent Maya and Riley are both sure everyone else can hear their hearts pounding in their chests.

“I knew it!” Farkle says eventually. “I knew I wasn’t imagining things between you two!”

“Wait a minute,” Lucas says. “What? Riley, you have feelings for Maya?”

“Maybe,” she says. “Well…okay, yes. But nothing has to change!” she adds, turning to Maya. “Our friendship can stay just the way it is.”

“…What if I want it to change?” Maya asks as if choosing her words carefully.

“How would you want it to change?” Riley asks, half afraid Maya will want to distance herself.

“Like this.”

Maya stands up and circles around to the front of Riley’s desk. She lifts Riley’s chin, leans down, and places a chaste kiss on her lips.

Both of them flinch away when they hear a startled yelp and a door slamming from the front of the room. “I need to worry about her now, too?” Cory says. “And in my classroom no less, my sacred space!” He sighs. “I need to start coming in earlier.”

“It’s okay, dad,” Riley laughs. “You know Maya.”

Cory smiles. “I do. I know she’ll treat you right.” He grabs a piece of chalk and writes the day’s lesson on the board: ‘The Stonewall Riots.’

anonymous asked:

I am a 19 year old girl, who honestly has never done anything intimate with the opposite gender. I want my first everything with the man I'm married to. At the same time, I'm so nervous because I don't know how to do anything and I'm shy as hell with guys. Am I screwed for life or will this pass by

At the beginning everyone feels this way, absolutely everyone! It will pass

anonymous asked:

do you know of a site or something of the sort where i can learn calligraphy from? i've never even been taught actually script, so i don't really know how to do anything lol... but i do know that you calligraphy and general way of writing is so pretty and amazing aaaa I'm jealous :( also i honestly live your blog and ig because you are goals and so are your spreads and penmanship bye omg ily!!

Hello! Thank you for your kind words, I'm super honoured you like my work asfskjkf :“) Don’t be jealous, love, I believe you can learn how to letter/write calligraphy too! Here’s some resources I found that can hopefully teach you the basics of lettering :) 

TUMBLR RESOURCES:

1. On bounce lettering by Merakinotes

2. Lettering Tips by the wonderful lucie

OTHER WEBSITES:

3. How To: Calligraphy, Easy and Inexpensive (vid) by Heather Lee

4. Hand Lettering for Beginners 

5. 10 Free Hand Lettering Practice Worksheets

Best of luck! Feel free to message me here or on my studygram :^)

corpsevoyage-deactivated2015093  asked:

Are really overprotective parents abusive? my mom seldom lets me go out or do anything, but then yells at me for not having friends or not knowing how to do stuff. She's also in denial of my depression and calls me lazy and a good for nothing all the time. She says she's like this bc she loves me and i should be glad that she's overprotective and not a mother who doesn't pay attention to her kids. I'm 19 and very dependant on her bc I don't know how to do anything by myself-Is she being abusive?

It depends on the degree of overprotection. If you are stunted and lack lots of skills that other people your age usually have because you were never allowed to learn them, it’s abuse. I just recently came across an older case in Italy: http://jezebel.com/5386545/his-name-is-luca-when-over-parenting-becomes-child-abuse 
Other typical emotionally abusive behaviour that your mother seems to display is that she gets angry at you for not knowing things she actually has not allowed you to learn and that she puts you down because of your depression and dismisses it.

Loving a person also means, giving them enough freedom and space to grow. And the goal of parenting should be to raise young adults who can stand on their own feet, not to make your child dependant on you.

See also:
7 Signs that You May Be an Emotionally Needy Parent

So I’ve been working on an extended Grandpa Harley post clarifying my thoughts on the character for a while now, and I was hoping I’d finish it soon, but it’s taking a lot longer than I thought (since there really is such a lot to say, about symbolic and literal levels in Homestuck and Manifestations Theory and the relation to Lord English.) 

Sorry it’s taking so long! I’ve also been super busy, so that hasn’t helped much. I’ll try to keep working on it as often as I can, and in the meantime I’ll keep reblogging great Homestuck fanart and analysis like I usually do.

See you soon!

  • Me: I want to move as far away as possible and have adventures and experience life to the fullest and be my own person! I want every day to be different! I want independence!!!
  • Me when I don't see my mom for 2 days: I...don't know how to do anything....
Zufallsbegegnung || Closed

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The ashes greatly outnumber the stars, he notices. They fall and flit through the steadily darkening sky like a grotesque snowfall. Some chance to fall to circular shades that are just as dark as that sky, and are banished by the wave of a gloved hand.

The commander traverses the remnants of a city he once knew, with no company save for the aurulent dog that trotted at his side. Sharp eyes, tinged in a familiar ruby hue that smothers the initial hazel, flick this way and that as he searches out his target.

Fen would be hard-pressed to say whether his nose or that of his dog’s was keener, and yet, neither of them were sensing what they had come for. Either the scent of ash, drying blood, and corpses was efficiently cloaking the scent of the his target, or he was beginning to lose his touch.

No, no, it was likely the former, the commander reminds himself. By vampiric standards, he wasn’t too old. Not yet.

His target, however…

His head turns abruptly at the sound of a rifle being cocked. He can’t see her, nor can he pinpoint her location, but he knows that she’s hiding somewhere in the general direction that his line of sight has been shifted to.

Fen turns, facing his assumed enemy (wherever she may be) head-on. His trench coat whips in the sharp, frigid breeze, but his form is unwavering. Shoulders back, chin up, and countenance well-hidden by a black respirator, Fen keeps his hands pocketed. The mask twitches, indicating either a grin or a grimace. Possibly both.

“Vell, vell. I must admit, I am surprised to see you again, Fräulein.”

At his side, the golden-furred dog growls. Tail lashing in his wake, he lets the hair on his back stand as he snarls aggressively. Fen silences him with a glance, but immediately resumes his visual search.

“I didn’t sink zat Millennium vould recycle ze old forces. Scraping ze bottom of ze barrel, are ve not?”