anonymous asked:

i absolutely love the coloring on your drawings! do you have any tips/rules you use or do you just kind of wing it?

Thank you!! Usually I do just do whatever but there are a few things I like to keep in mind when coloring. I’d illustrate these “rules” myself but most of them I learned from these tutorials anyway and the original creators do a much better job of explaining than I would haha.

It’s been awhile since I watched Sycra’s video there so I’m not sure if he touches on this exactly but these are my rules for picking colors. Of course, while I say don’t use pure black or white, I do it all the time anyway haha. It’s more a rule for painting I’ve found, but I usually still don’t use pure black for any of my lineart (too harsh).

Another small thing that I know I read in a tutorial (but I don’t know where weeps) is to use greens to shade the whites of eyes! Its a big contrast from the pinkish/brown skintones and makes the eyes stand out. Though don’t go too green or else your character will look like they ate uranium. 

I also color pick from references a lot but pretty much always adjust the saturation so the colors are bolder or more contrasting before applying them to the drawing (otherwise things start to look muddy). Color picking is honestly really useful for at least figuring out where you need to be on the color wheel, so don’t be afraid to use it to your advantage. 

Hope this hodgepodge of an answer helps you out!!

The linguistic differences between millennials and baby boomers and gen x are fuckin’ fascinating

What intrigues me is the unspoken vocal and written code learned by millennials, largely online, without any formal instruction. We just learn, quickly and through assimilation. I’ve never specifically had to have someone tell me what something meant within common millennial syntax, I just knew it already.

My mom, though she’s only in her mid thirties, doesn’t understand a good bit of the online “code” we’ve developed, and doesn’t seem to see why or specifically how we say what we say.

I’d love to look more into the linguistic differences between the three most recent generations, and the meanings behind the inflection and word choice.

chrysanthemum-blood  asked:

your art is so pretty??? Words cant express how much I love your art and how its a gift to danganronpa fans??? and I learned what soursop is thanks to you Youre just pure gold

aaaaa thank you so much, thank you very very much!!! I hope you have the most incredible day!! take care!!

uninhabited love

some sea, numb with questions

the truth of certain things

when I arrive, I arrive late

I see the tactless action

frenzied by the rapture of grief

after grief

when I look back at myself, I am filled with pity

gravitous creature

what have you learned?

exiled, even from your own bones

you, yet nurse into place

despite the eggshell weight

of your loneliness

a fluttering of worlds

continuously eluding your repeated absence

buries the limbs you left


wounded, scattered sea

some cuddly!fenris headcanons:

- fenris obvs is not cuddly with everyone ha ha fuck no like not at all like spontaneous hugs more like spontaneous suplex


- it is absolutely a different case entirely with his sigo (which in my canon is the lovely garrett hawke but feel free to insert your fave fen pairing)

- like I honestly have such a weakness for touch-starved characters and with fenris it’s a matter of positive touch which he sadly has very little experience with (that he can remember)

- so when he discovers how nice it is it’s kind of an exponential learning curve from tolerance to “hawke come back you’re warm and it feels nice”

- (which surprises and delights hawke)

- and fen rapidly becomes the boyfriend that somehow always winds up in hawke’s lap when they’re just hanging out (if no one else is there) and is the reason why parts of hawke go numb in the middle of the night (because fen is on his chest or his arm or his shoulder or confusingly at one point his kneecap)

- “your blanket? my blanket. they’re all my blankets.” <- fen at night probably

- fenris gets tipsy? the crook of hawke’s neck becomes a new home for his face and he probably falls asleep there so hawke has to carry him to bed (which fen will never admit to adoring but he does a little)

- fastest way to make a grumpy fen a content fen? backrubs and neckrubs. it’s like a snooze button. hawke gets really good at them and fen is quietly delighted

- fen also would never admit that the nights hawke isn’t there he sleeps with one of hawke’s shirts and a body pillow if one is available and if you try to call him out on it he’ll get very grouchy indeed

- just fen becoming addicted to non-sexual but positive touching makes my heart soar and it’s all I can think about right now so I thought I would share

I think that as a fandom, we agree that in the TV show Derek is basically the worst fighter. And I often read explanation like “He was not raised to be an alpha, Laura was” and, yes.

But let me expose you to this delightful concept: baby Derek learning to fight.

The Hale pack before the fire obviously lived in peaceful times, with a lot of allies and not a lot of fighting (you will pry happy!Hales from my cold dead hands). So you know, they only were this big family that had a weird love for the forest after dark and threw huge picnic parties every month.

Then, years and years after Laura and the first generation of cousins, came Derek.

I want you to imagine the baby Derek with all the eyebrows, the big ears and the two teeth.

And I want you to imagine the baby werewolf Derek, with only one fang on one side (the other didn’t drop for months), the pointed ears and the tiny, tiny kitten claws.

And now, imagine baby Derek, surrounded by grown up and cousins that are decades older than him, and all of them play fight in the garden all the time. And Derek wants to be a werewolf too.

So he learns to wrestle.

And of course they all play with him, because he’s adorable and so serious in trying to learn fighting tricks, and sometimes he growls and they basically always let him win.

All. The. Fucking. Time.

And Derek grows up, and the territory is still quiet and calm. Derek tries to look tough, borrows Laura’s leather jacket and wears it every day, floating in it and getting the sleeves stuck in every door.

But he still loves books than humans, gets spooked by loud noises in the street and he tries to save all the living things.

(He saved a praying mantis from a pigeon. The thing lived in his room for three years, big and limping and missing some key body parts. It scared the living shit out of Laura.)

In a word, Derek is the sensitive one of the family.

So you know. They never really get around explaining that Derek is kind of really, really bad at it?

They keep postponing it, year after year. Someone always tries to whisper something about it at family reunions, then Derek asks them to wrestle with him and they fold like wet paper and throw themselves into the walls with dramatic groans.

Years pass. Revealing it becomes more and more difficult. The idea of Derek feeling like the butt of the joke is a sickening idea. As a teenager, he’s so insecure and kind, all gangly and clumsy.

But when he wins his fight, Derek doesn’t preen –he’s too nice for that— but he scintillates slightly in pure happiness. Then, he usually looks at his family with this trusting and eager look. The “look, I’m a good werewolf!” eyes.

(Derek’s dad can’t handle the eyes. He has to get inside the house and lie down every time. Men are weak)

Somehow, a decade has passed, and it spiraled out of control. Derek sucks at fighting. Badly. It’s almost amazing.

But Laura still falls down head first in the dirt.

Cousin Maj’ cries dramatically.

Peter lay down on the ground, not moving, and his sister still grumbles at him to look more knock down or grandma will knife him if he makes Derek sad.

And none of this is mocking, because Derek is really amazing at so many things in his life, they are honestly proud of who he is. He is just pathologically bad at planning ahead, has negative strategy abilities and is so used to people falling down when he bumps into them that he doesn’t realize how real fighting works.

“Yes Derek, kicking someone while doing a summersault is so efficient, what a wonderful idea” and “this pirouette was so pretty and so useful in combination with your amazingly dangerous final blow” and “You almost took Peter’s head right off kid!”.

And you know, in the future, I kind of want Derek’s pack to pick up the habit without realizing it?

I want them to smile at Derek when he trains betas, nodding gravely while Derek jumps and swirls like a ballerina.

All the while, Stiles and Erica waves their arms at the bewildered beta from behind Derek’s back, trying to explain with their hands that they will explain the really efficient moves after, but please, just play dead goddamnit.

Look at the sad eyes!!

(@crossroadswrite​, Rita my love, I’m tagging you in this because well. Derek)

hollow weighted chest

i’m learning to accept my hollow weighted chest again
and the tight choking feeling in my raw open neck again
unspoken dark and broken hearted words wrack my nerves, friend. just a friend.
“this is for the best.”

i’m slowly getting used to my body’s lack of energy
how my head refuses process but it
never lacks in imagery
in fact obsessed with symmetry, limiting ability
perfecting oh so skillfully
making me react so dramatically
to simple tasks to friends to family
no, i don’t want your sympathy.

tie my thoughts into knots that tie the rope around my neck
the rubber band around my wrist
and perfect grades scored on my tests
i don’t sleep anymore
and i think that’s starting to reflect
in the last 4 cups of coffee and my loss of interest
in my hollow weighted chest
in my all-consuming fear of my new psychiatrist

and maybe there’s something wrong with me
the reason i no longer sleep
or maybe i’m just dramatic
i’m just an addict
addicted to this sadness
but i don’t want your sympathy.

and so i’m learning to accept it
the circumstance i’m met with
this silent suffocation by the hands i clutch my neck with
the way the bony edges of my hollow weighted chest sit
when i want to feel alive but my heart beats so faint and distant

and yes i am compulsive
and yes i am obsessive
and i should probably be put on an antidepressant
but if this is for the best then
i guess that i should listen
and not make you stick around if you can’t deal with my head, friend.




Many of you have requested a look that isn’t too gory, and that was relatively easy to replicate - so here it is! 

This look is in association with the skincare brand, Simple
One question I get asked a lot around this time of the year is; 

How Do You Remove Your Halloween MakeUp?’ 

The answer is… Oil. And Simple have just launched their Hydrating Cleansing Oil, which is very exciting for me as I love to use Simple due to my sensitive skin needs.
Oil breaks down ALL forms of makeup. This is something we learned in college when talking about the process of proper makeup removal.

Stay tuned to the end of the tutorial to see just how effective the cleansing oil is. 

I’m learning not to force things to happen.

I’m learning to just let them be, to let them align with my life when the time is right, to the let the universe bring them to me without having to run after them; because if you have to run after something, it means that it doesn’t want to stand still, it doesn’t want to be caught, it doesn’t want to stop at your door. I’m trusting God that what’s meant for me will eventually find me no matter where I am. I’m not going to be passive but I also won’t fight a losing battle.

I’m learning to let love find me.

I’m learning to stop decoding messages and mixed signals and signs and wait for the clear message, the message that is so obvious and easy to understand, the message that doesn’t make you question or second guess anything and the message that you’re truly waiting for.

I’m learning to let those who don’t want me in their lives go, I might even hold the door open for them because I don’t want temporary visitors anymore, I don’t want to share my bed with someone who doesn’t want to spend every night with me and I won’t share my heart with someone who doesn’t want to protect it. I’m learning to let love find me when it’s real, when it’s simple, when it’s mutual and when it’s passionate.

I’m learning to be patient with myself.

I’m learning to take it easy on myself and my plans. I’m learning to be kind to myself when I slip-up and patient enough to make my dreams come true. I’m learning to forgive myself for my mistakes and let them be memories instead of labels. I’m learning to let these mistakes prove that I’ve tried for things that weren’t right for me, that I didn’t always play it safe, that I went for things I was unsure of and that I took chances.

I’m taking the wisdom I got from all these mistakes; the wisdom that taught me that mistakes often happen because we are forcing something that is not meant for us and we are trying to get something we probably shouldn’t have.

I’m learning to stop trying so hard to control my life.

I’m learning that it is okay if I don’t have all the answers or if I’m not where I want to be. I’m learning to let life take its course instead of trying to steer the wheel in another direction. I’m learning that I won’t always get what I want but life will give me what I need. I’m learning to treat life as a friend; trying to understand it, trying to love it when it’s being difficult, trying to accept it even when it’s frustrating me and trying to appreciate the experiences it has provided me with, the memories it gave me, the laughter it brought me and the sadness it put me through just to grow.

I’m learning to let things be and I’m learning to look at life as a person; a person who is also still trying to figure it out, a person who is flawed and a person who wants to be better on most days but falls short on other days like everyone else.

I’m learning to let the force of life move me instead of forcing it to stop.

By Rania Naim

anonymous asked:

how do you get over heartbreak cause i'm d y i n g omfglfkfkdod

Heartbreak sucks and honestly u just need time to heal… Cry a lot, cry every time u hear something that reminds u of them, don’t text them, don’t call them, get drunk, don’t drunk call. them, cry some more, keep busy, i recommend gilmore girls gossip girl & gone girl as your next weekly tv & movies to watch, i also recommend a. lot of poetry so much poetry and it doesnt even have to be good just write how u feel the best writers form from heartache, listen to music,,, listen to banks’ new album on repeat, learn that there will be soo many other people and this is life…. i love u so much and im here for you any time u need, i love you i love you i love you, & im proud of you.. also buy fuzzy socks!!!

javagirl98-spooky-url  asked:

Hi. I don't have any experience with crochet but I've been thinking about trying it out. What would you say are the most important tools I should get (hook size, yarn type, etc.) if I'm just starting out. I love your blog and any advice you have would be awesome :)

Hiya @javagirl98-spooky-url - how exciting! 

I think the best thing to do is check out this post: 


It will take you to a blog by Crafty Minx that covers EVERYTHING you need to know to help you start crocheting.  Then, when you’ve got the basics down, come back and search ‘beginner’, ‘newbie’ and ‘crochet 101′ on my blog and all of the newbie crochet posts and patterns will pop up for you.  Then send me some pics of your amazing work! 

Can’t wait to see,

Claire xo

I would’ve preferred for Soo to get pregnant and run away for her safety. My episodes 17-20 would’ve gone something like:

Soo figures out that she is pregnant within days of finding out about the heart condition, i.e., she is probably going to die having this baby. She also finds out about the pressure for So to marry YH. She knows that leaving her baby with YH is a recipe for disaster so she decides that the best thing to do is to run before anyone else finds out. 

So, of course, freaks out when he learns that she is missing, so we’re treated to a lot of lovely scenes of him being worried and upset. The marriage is postponed for a while because the king is busy having a nervous breakdown. 

Baek Ah finally finds her a couple of weeks before she gives birth, but it is clear by that point that she is already not doing well. Soo tells him the whole story (time travel included) and he swears to keep her secret. He finds her a place to stay and tells everyone that he is the father. No one in her new town knows her real name. She gives birth to twins, a boy and a girl, and dies a few hours later, holding her babies until the last possible second. She names them after her parents in the modern world. Baek Ah, still pretending that the children are his, finds a nice family far from the capital to raise them.

Baek Ah goes back to the palace and tells So the whole story. As you can imagine, So is inconsolable. Soo wrote him a letter and said that she would always love him, but that they were meant to be in a different time and place. She doesn’t dare write about the babies in case YH finds the letter. Baek Ah promises to care for the children as his own, and they are the only two people who ever know the truth. No one has any trouble believing that Baek Ah knocked up a gisaeng so the story held up pretty well. :)

So finally marries YH because there isn’t much point in holding off anymore, but of course he’s miserable. He tries to be as good a king as he can to salvage something from this cluster. Baek Ah visits the children once a year, and they grow into amazing people who never have to deal with palace politics. So gets a little peace knowing that his children with Soo are safe. Baek Ah is sure to leave behind a book about them and tries to preserve it well, hoping that “Soo” in the future might find it.

So/Soo meet in the future and have twins again. :)

anonymous asked:

a list of things that makes you happy or sad

♡ happy: succeeding in something difficult, sunny days, laughing and smiling with loved ones, scenery, drawing, baking, nice food, being at home, reading, feeling calm and not distracted, taking photos, waking up refreshed, nutella, my favourite music, learning languages, being immersed in a good movie, car rides, the beach, forests, tea, journals, new stationery, cake, spreading love  

♡ sad: falling back into old habits, feeling invalidated and alone, having no energy, seeing sad people who I can’t help, watching the news, getting bad grades, feeling like I’m ugly or annoying, thinking about unanswerable questions, thinking about the past and people I knew, feeling like I don’t measure up, old photos, things I’ve lost, goodbyes

The last years of my life have been awfully hectic. I travelled a lot, never settled down in a city for more than a couple of weeks, learnt how to cook only to convince my friends to offer me a place to crash in. I loved every bit of it. The issues, at the time being, is that I’m finally living on my own and most times there isn’t anyone around to make me coffee or tea in the morning. I don’t function properly without them, so how can I make anything, caffeinated beverages included, without having one of them first? I feel ashamed to admit that I have coffee delivered at my flat every morning. I’m a mess when it comes to domestic life, but I’m slowly learning. For those who didn’t pass out from boredom at my speech, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m Alicia.


Lady Gaga is known for her outlandish headwear and her enviable collection. One brand that found a comfortable place in her ever-growing closet is Gladys Tamez. Founded by the likewise named milliner, Gladys Tamez is a Los Angeles-based millinery company of luxurious artisanal hats that are anything but simple. Gladys follows the tradition of American and European hat-creating, and throws in a lot of her own unique style. I had the chance to get in contact with Gladys herself for an interview just for this blog and learned more about Gaga wearing her creations, the ideas behind the art and more.

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anonymous asked:

I think you're a very sweet person, funny and strong. You're capable of standing tall through discrimination and hate. Anyone who's friend with you should consider themselves lucky and I hope they appreciate that friendship. I wish I could physically be a part of your life. You're great and I love you!

I can be difficult at times during downs or mood swings ( HT have it’s side effects….sadly.)  so I’m not always easy to handle ( far from it) but I always try to learn from those times as well in order to become a better person, to gain better insight and also to understand THEIR side of things as well. No one is perfect and especially not me. I lost a lot of friendships ( or intentionally cut ties when I saw that I was bringing the person absolutely nothing and was just being an hindrance.) gained just as much , I don’t get along with every type of people, tho I try. I have a lot to fix about myself from bad experiences and I am working on it.

;;__;;  You are far too kind and I wish life would find a way to let us meet! ( you deserve a warm cup of tea and any desserts you want! My treat! ) 

YOU are great and I wish you everything your heart desire!


Day 2: Favorite Downworlder Friendship:

Simon & Luke: Seriously, these two have been cool bros since before we learned that Luke is a werewolf and before Simon became a vampire. And even though they belong to separate groups who are sworn enemies, it doesn’t cause their friendship to end, which to mean makes it a beautiful, beautiful thing.

P.S: I love it when an older-younger friendship is done in shows. Like seriously, not all my friends are my age, and this so reflects real life for me. So score Luke and Simon!

kimgothjoon  asked:

hey there c: do you have any headcanons for marcus flint? or otherwise any background slytherins? (this is demirdurm btw. sideblog issues)

hi there!! i fucking love my background slytherins and marcus is one of my favourites, so i definitely have some headcanons for him! here’s some of them:

  • the flint family used to be rich, back in the days, but – even if they do their best to not show it – because of grandfather flint’s gambling problems they’re quite poor these days. not weasley poor, but unlike many of his slytherin peers marcus has to learn from an early age that if you want something in life you have to fight for it – with any means necessary.
  • he doesn’t come from a loving home. his parents doesn’t share a bedroom and they barley speak to each other. both of them are quick to criticize their only child for every little misstake he is – in their opinion – doing.
  • early on his parents puts him down by saying that he’s stupid. because of that he never really gives the academic a chance cause why on earth would he when he already knows that he’s not smart enough for it.
  • that’s why he’s determined to become a professionell quidditch player, ’cause quidditch is the only thing he believes that he’s good at.
  • he’s a blunt person. like, he speaks first and thinks later. he doesn’t always really realise that his words can be harsh and he is terrible at sugar coating stuff.
  • he’s, because of his home situation, really clumpsy when it comes to feelings and he has no idea how to express them in a good way…
  • … which means his way of showing oliver wood that he loves him is to throw insults at the one year younger gryffindor boy.
  • however, he only has one physical altercations with oliver outside of the quidditch field during their school years. it ends with a kiss. (but that kiss is only the begining of the the flintwood story).

thank you so much for your question, i really appreciate it <3

All I want in a church is a few people who will follow Jesus with me. Committed to living in the Light with each other. People to mourn with, celebrate with. People to believe for me when I can’t believe. People to believe for when they can’t believe. Space to be completely me, with my longing, my dreaming, and all my chaos. Space to discover myself, my gifts and weaknesses, and God, through committed friendship, deep fellowship. Space to support God’s movement in one another’s lives and ministries. A community that holds one another in love, in grace, in faith. 

I want church. It doesn’t have to be much. 2 or 3 folks, but hopefully a little more than that. Continually present to one another, in each other’s lives. Learning discipleship together. It doesn’t have to be much, really. But it’s what I’m hungry for. Desperately hungry.