idk man i just.. did it

Ladies and Gentlemen, I ashamedly present to you what I did instead of the art I’m actually being paid to do (*europeanly shoves this at @forovnix*)

sotnosen93  asked:

Just wanted you to know that personally, I'm fine with not having an epilogue for Oculus, and I don't think you should make one if your heart's not in it. I was happy with the ending we got.

thanks man. I just?? Idk. I like the idea of an epilogue a lot but it just doesn’t feel like it belongs there to me. I might eventually post one when/if I change my mind. 

I like leaving it where I did, too, though hahhaha. IDKKK. Thanks for your message !

anonymous asked:

hi I was reading ur blog and was wondering if you watch the 100, because lots of ppl stan clxa and say the actress who plays lxa is a POC and its fucking weird. And like, even with orange foundation, that's a white girl! Anyways then they go on to say that the filipino male lead is white bc the kid who played him on a flashback was??? Idk man, the CW is just a queerbaiting racist shrine thats just good to the white gays tm

i did watch the 100 and look i aint lookin for trouble tonight esp not with the clexas lmao…. imma just play video games

I just want to make sure we all know sombra doesn’t wear toe shoes / vibrams. The are thick tights/leggings with reinforced padding on the under side. If they were toe shoes, the shading defining each toe would be much more pronounced and go further into her foot. 

That is all, good night.

okay but what if:

 hunk and lance are on a mission one day and there’s not much going except some hardcore girl talk™ and lance is all like “idk man i don’t think I can ever tell Keith how much I like him” then it just cuts to keith and shiro on their mission side eyeing the speakers on their helmets because oh my god did that really just happen?? and a little while later there’s this crackle on lance’s end and just a quiet Keith voice out of nowhere like “I like you too?”

“After the final… let’s end this.”

The words hang in the air between them, suspended in the silence like rain-heavy clouds in an otherwise-empty sky.

Yuri isn’t sure what sort of expression he expects to see written across Viktor’s face when he looks up—confusion? Anger? Relief? Any one of them would make perfect sense to Yuri. But then, Viktor Nikiforov has never made much sense in anything he’s done, including but not limited to leaving behind his country and career in the hope of bringing a hopeless reject like Yuri Katsuki back to the world of competitive figure skating. So Yuri shouldn’t be as surprised as he is to lift his gaze and find those clear blue eyes devoid of any and all emotion, neutrality playing on Viktor’s face like the most comfortable of masks. When he speaks, his tone is calm, even.

“Are you saying that because it’s what you want? Or because you think it’s what I want?”

Once more, the question sits between them like a loaded gun. Two chambers, one bullet. One bleeding heart once the shot is made.

To tell the truth is to chase Viktor away, to willingly fire that bullet straight into Yuri’s own chest at point-blank range and bleed out, taking comfort only in the knowledge that Viktor may return to the ice without having to bear the burden of Yuri Katsuki any longer than he already has. To lie is to drive away the single most important presence in his life—the very definition and embodiment of the love that has driven him to the decision waiting to be made.

And what’s worse… Yuri can’t tell which is which.

The longer the two of them stand in silence, that metaphorical revolver sitting between them and awaiting its role in Yuri’s own anxiety-fueled version of Russian roulette, the more difficult it becomes to breathe. Emotions—hundreds, maybe even thousands of them, differing from one another only in subtle increments, constrict his chest, force the breath from him in a sudden, broken sob.

In that moment, Viktor steps forward, enveloping Yuri in an embrace that’s meant to keep the glass heart of a skater, already cracked from months of pressure and struggle, from shattering.

“Your silence is enough…” he whispers, his lips close enough to Yuri’s ear that Yuri can feel his breath, hear the subtle undertone of amusement that would seem cruel and out of place coming from anyone but Viktor Nikiforov. “You’re so easy to read, Yuri. But I can’t help but feel insulted.”

Gentle, comforting, Viktor’s open palm smooths its way down the curve of Yuri’s back. “Assuming that I want to leave insinuates that you think I’ve made a mistake. Not only in coaching you, but in falling in love with you as well.” The chuckle that escapes him then is somewhat of a humorless one. “Do you truly believe that I could ever live to see a day where I’d regret that? Shh—don’t answer that.”

Yuri, lips parted in an attempt to protest, closes his eyes and rests his forehead against Viktor’s shoulder in reply. Shame overwhelms him, steals his voice from his throat and pours down his cheeks in a torrent of tears that he hasn’t the slightest hope of reining in. He’s terrible. He’s gone and messed up again, allowed his own anxiety-riddled thoughts to force their way between him and Viktor and somehow convince him that this, more heartbreak, is the only way to right the wrong that never existed in the first place. It should be more than Viktor is willing to put up with. Anyone else would have left him behind, grown fed up with the constant frustration of tolerating someone whose outlook on life and love is as bleak as a storm-filled horizon.

And yet…

Viktor cradles him through it all, carries him through the fire that Yuri’s fears have ignited within his own heart without so much as flinching at the heat. He’s there to kiss away tears and sooth wounds both physical and emotional, even if Yuri himself is the one inflicting them. Viktor has never minded nor complained about being caught in the crosshairs of Yuri’s inner turmoil.

He meets me where I am.

Yuri can feel the chill of metal resting against the back of his neck, made even more prominent by the surrounding warmth of Viktor’s hand. When he finally lifts his head to rest his chin on Viktor’s shoulder, damp strands of silver hair tickling his cheek, he can see the shimmering gold of his own ring against Viktor’s back in the hotel mirror across from him.

“I’m sorry.”

There’s somewhat of a peculiar quirk that Viktor has. Yuri noticed it only few short months ago back in Moscow, at the very end of the Rostelecom Cup’s free skate. Despite everything, he’d ended up apologizing to Viktor for not sticking the landing of his impromptu quadruple flip. Part of him had expected laughter at the absurdity of the apology itself, another part scolding, and another still anticipating words of forgiveness and encouragement.

What he’d received instead was a warm, fond smile, those blue eyes filled to the brim with something Yuri couldn’t quite put words to until Viktor himself did it for him.

“I love you.”

Even now, hearing it whispered into the delicate silence of their hotel room brings back that indescribable warmth that he remembers feeling as they’d left the arena hand in hand. It starts in his very core and spreads through him with each beat of his heart. Viktor never answers an apology with forgiveness. He answers it with love—an all-encompassing emotion that carries within itself a myriad of sentiments to go above and beyond what an apology could ever hope to be met with. Compassion, understanding, reassurance, encouragement. All of these and more come together in that soft, three-word promise that Viktor whispers to Yuri whenever his fragile skater’s heart begins to break.

Slowly, Yuri draws away to look up at Viktor, tear-filled eyes locking with smiling ones. And then Yuri is smiling too, through the tears, laughing at how silly he feels until Viktor silences him with the soft press of his lips. In that moment, anxiety means nothing to Yuri. Fear is but a problem for another day, and Yuri knows for a fact that when it rears its ugly head once more, patient, tolerant Viktor will be there to hold him, to lead him through it with tender kisses and softly-whispered “I love you”s.

Stay by my side, he thinks as he brings both hands up, one to cup Viktor’s face and the other to rest against the smooth column of his neck. The ring on Yuri’s finger glints in the soft lamplight of the room, gold against ivory.

And never, ever leave.

2

When someone is drowning, you can try to save them, but not if they’re going to drag you down with them. I did the best I could for my family. For you.

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Okay so I wanna start posting my art to the world wide web and decided to start with this. I was GOING to do more art styles but I suffered a lot from doing just these two so no thanks.

1. @zephyrine-gale your art style is rlly beautiful and I’m really confuzzled at what I did to it but I tried and ily a lot so keep doing that geometric shit with your coloring bc it looks cool when you do it

2. @keilattes your style was just as hard as Zeph’s??? bc I usually draw round Yuuri but your Yuuri is sharp™ and full Eros all the time and I’m not used to that so??? I suffered lmao but ily AND pls take this as a birthday gift bc I don’t have lots time to draw something more worthwhile ;v; anyways tho hAPPY BIRTHDAY🎆🎉🎆🎉🎆

3. My Style: um???what the hekc even????? :-\

When King Regis calls (part 3)
  • Noctis: No I'm not answering this, after what you did before.
  • Ignis: But Noctis, King Regis would contact you only if it's a very important matter.
  • Gladio: Yeah, have some respect for the old man.
  • Prompto: Maybe he just misses you?
  • *everyone else in the room is giving him a dirty look*
  • Noctis: ... Fine.
  • Noctis: Hey da-
  • Prompto: PLEASE USE A CONDOM NOCTIS
  • Ignis: I'M COOKING METH
  • Gladio: MY SWORD IS NOT THE ONLY THING THAT'S THICK AND LONG!
  • LUNA: I'M PREGNANT WITH NYX
  • *Nyx chokes on his drink in the background*
  • Cindy: AUGH NOW THAT'S A NOICE REAR HIGHNESS
  • *Aranea decided that it's her turn to make the weird sexual noises this time*
  • Noctis: I'll call you later.
  • Noctis:
  • Noctis: I'm going to ignore all of you for like five mins.
  • notp: hold hands, kiss, hug, marry each other, have a house with a family of four children, a dog and a stable financial life
  • me: idk man... i just don't feel like they're in love? at most good friends, that's all
  • otp: make eye contact
  • me: B ITCH!!!!!!!!!!!! DID YOU SEE THIS??? DID YOU??? THIS IS LOVE MAN!!!! TRUE LOVE IM TELLING YOU!!! THEYRE FUCKING MARRIED LOOK AT THIS IM Y O D E L I NG THEYRE IN LOVE

okay but i’m ready to bet $10 that the real reason adam doesn’t want to stay overnight in monmouth is that once he did and woke up to gansey laying on his side, one arm under his head, staring in awe at adam and whispering “magnificent………. pure perfection… @ god thou art a good man .. creating this …… even in the darkness of the moonless night he shines bright like a diamond (diamond) *chokes on tears* good LoRD adam parrish. parrish. adam. what a poetic name he has .. like a sound of a silent forest,,, a peaceful rivulet,,, a lucid sky,, his delicate eyelashes …. no contest. nono. *sighs dreamily* adam parrish”

GOBLIN ep 4

i’m still not over the scene where kim shin meets with the boy that was being abused by his adoptive parents. kim shin states that he has helped bring many miracles to many people, but most of them then begin to rely on miracles instead of taking charge of their own life and helping themselves. however, this boy experienced one small miracle and then took control of his own life to become a lawyer and help many other people, which is why kim shin has such a strong attachment to him.

this is really a message that resonates deeply. one should not rely on luck. one should work hard to not need luck. others should also not disregard someone’s efforts by believing they were just lucky. everyone goes through difficult situations and to say that they got where they are just by luck is ignoring all of the effort and hardship they had to struggle through. calling someone lucky is not a compliment to them, it is in fact an insult where their hardworking traits are reduced to just luck. 


ALSO I WENT SPEECHLESS WITH THE LAST SCENE WHERE KIM SHIN RECITED POETRY: 

“Mass is not proportional to volume.

A girl as small as a violet,

A girl who moves like a flower petal,

Is pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.

In that moment,

Like Newton’s apple I rolled toward her

Without stopping until I reached her.

With a thump, my heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground.

It was my first love.”

I mean this combined with gong yoo’s voice…i think my own heart kept bouncing between the sky and the ground. 

TL;DR WATCH TVN’S GOBLIN. 

making spirits bright

todays fic: jily celebrity au

(or basically a sequel to the tinder au i wrote back in may)

lol remember when i had about 30 anons clamouring for a sequel to this and i was likeum no idk what it would even be about? well ta-da. heres a sequel. about nothing. idk man its just 2k of fluff.

wc: 2201

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Did you know that weve apparently broken up?

James barely looks up from where hes sat on the floor, leaning against her legs as he goes head on against Sirius and they in a FIFA match. She finds it absolutely hysterical that hes losing so badly when he himself is a world class football player.

Charming, he says distractedly, Is that the Sun again?

Lily flicks his ear. No, the Sun said we eloped in Paris a few months ago and were awaiting the arrival of our firstborn with bated breath. Honestly James, keep up.

My bad, he says dryly, By the way, were naming our first child Elvendork.

I thought we agreed on Bathsheba?

Yeah, but Elvendork is unisex.

Good point.

He throws down his controller in a huff when the game ends with him losing spectacularly. Remus comes in first place, and he snickers when he sees his ridiculous pout. Meanwhile Lily just pets him, accustomed to her boyfriend, the drama queen.

Its only later, when hes spread out on the couch, his head on her lap while the rest of them switch over to another game, does he ask, Sorry, who was saying that we broke up?

Lily glances down at him, still scrolling through her phone. Oh, the Mirror. Marlene likes to tweet me articles that were mentioned in. Apparently the fact that I didnt go to the last fundraiser with you but went out for milk on Saturday without makeup means that our relationship is on the rocks.

How dare you not wear makeup while doing menial everyday things. Theyre right, this is the beginning of a downward spiral, Evans.

Hes still in her lap, glasses askew and hair a complete mess, and she leans down to swipe a quick peck on the lips.

Yeah, Im a real embarrassment, you should break up with me.

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So when I saw these I noticed it did that kind of pretty background when Goku saw Chichi…..and….idk man but that says something. 

Japan usually puts that when a character looks at a pretty girl…..and then this part made more sense for me……