if any of you ever wonder

anonymous asked:

I've been wondering if Gamma has any special abilities ever since he has an android body.

To be honest with you, I haven’t thought of any special abilities for Gamma or if I could make a cool special ability… Aside from him uploading himself to his network or the internet to keep himself immortal(not really, this is easily flawed by destroying his server) in a sense. anything else, I have no ideas yet. 

I don’t want him too OP because OP is just a big no in my book

stickyfigs  asked:

Hi there, I was wondering if you could advise me on something! I'm looking to do a large-ish project (18cmx29cm) and, having only ever worked on small pieces, I don't have the right kind of frame for it. Also I have no idea what kind I should be using. What kind/size frame should I be looking for? Any advice is greatly appreciated, thank you!

It depends on how you like to work!  You can work large pieces in a hoop, and honestly, once you reach a certain threshold of large, it does tend to come back around to being the easiest, and literally the least painful.  More later.

Hoops come in a variety of styles and materials.  Wooden hoops are the most common, but are terrible at holding tension.  You can use something like masking tape on the inner hoop to make it a little more grippy, but you’ll find yourself adjusting the tension a lot on a larger project.

Plastic hoops are nice and grippy, and will hold onto your fabric without losing much tension at all. 

There are also metal spring hoops in a variety of styles - sometimes the outer hoop has a literal spring, and sometimes the inner hoop is just a single coil that wants to expand to fill up the outer hoop. 

Rarely, you’ll find a wooden hoop that uses an outer spring.

All hoops have the disadvantage of possibly warping your fabric or stitches.  It’s recommended to take your fabric out of the hoop, even if you’re just getting up to do something quick, and to move your fabric within the hoop every so often.  They can also leave nasty grimy circles around your work, from where your hand is touching the fabric.  Grime guards are a thing that can be used, but can also be very fiddly and awkward if you’re not used to them.

Hoops come in a huge variety of sizes, but once they reach a certain size, a stand is almost required.

Next, you have Q-snaps.  Q-snaps are square “hoops” made out of bulky plastic.  Some people will make their own out of PVC.  Because of their size, some people find them difficult, or even painful to hold in their hand, but they come with the advantage of not creasing your fabric.  With some felt between the snaps and the frame, you can even protect the stitches themselves from getting flattened.  You’ll see grime guards used a lot with Q-snaps, because they have the same problem of oils from your hands getting onto your fabric.

Q-snaps can also come in a large amount of sizes, and like hoops (and all of the future methods, actually), once you reach a certain size, can be very difficult and painful to work without a stand.

Next, you have stretcher bars, which is what I use.  Stretcher bars come in a variety of sizes, and are used to stretch your fabric like canvas onto a wooden frame. They’re a ‘set it and forget it’ method of working on your embroidery, because once you have your fabric tacked onto the frame, it’s not going to move around or lose tension unless you do something to change that. They do also require tacks or staples going through your fabric, so you need to have a frame big enough to come as close to the edges of your fabric as possible.  Moving your piece around on stretcher bars is not recommended, because it can and will ruin your fabric.  Because of this, they do tend to need about an extra inch on all sides for the margin, because you’ll get little tack holes every few inches.  These tend to work best with a stand, but can also get very painful if they’re too big

Another ‘set it and forget it’ method is the scroll frame.  It can support any piece of fabric that will fit on it width-wise, but can scroll to accommodate almost any height.  Scroll frames are tricky, because some of the cheap ones cannot and will not hold your tension, no matter what you do.  Some won’t even hold onto your fabric, turning a ‘no-sew’ frame into an ordeal that requires you to sew the whole piece of fabric directly to the frame.  The best ones tend to be the ones where you baste the top and bottom of your fabric to the dowels, because as long as the bolts holding the dowels in place stay tight, you’ll keep your tension.  Scroll frames are great for super large pieces, because you can have a frame that’s only six or seven inches tall, eliminating all that pain I’ve been talking about, because once you finish a section, you just scroll your fabric up to the next empty spot.

Now, the pain I’ve been talking about.  Pretty much every one of these items will fit into a stand of some sort.  stands are easier because you don’t have to juggle holding onto your embroidery and working on it at the same time.  With practise, you can start stitching two-handed, which goes a lot faster too.  You’re also not touching your fabric ever, so all your hand oils aren’t making marks everywhere.  But at a certain point, working in a frame is just death.  The size where this starts to happen varies from person to person, but eventually it will get to a point where just reaching up to the top of your frame/hoop/whatever is hyper-extending your neck and shoulder.  Don’t do this.  This is bad.  At this point, get a hoop or a nice scroll frame. 

But basically, it all comes down to preference.  I like stretcher bars because I hate fiddling around with tension, and I don’t have enough space for a really nice scroll frame setup.  But sometimes I’ll use a hoop for something really small, or if I’m travelling, because stretcher bars really don’t travel well.  There’s too much risk in ruining the fabric if something gets pressed up against it.

hale-of-stiles-heart  asked:

Is it just me or do you think Cas was acting a little in 12.03? Like some of his behavior reminded me of Lucifer a little bit. Any thoughts?

I have so many thoughts about this. It’s been driving me crazy ever since the episode aired because that’s exactly what I thought when I watched him in the scene with Crowley. It was sort of this moment where I just froze and was like what the hell, is Lucifer still in there??? But of course he wasn’t so I wondered if he left behind some grace like Gadreel did with Sam, or if a vessel is influenced by the angel’s personality after the angel leaves? Or if it was a weird… something because Cas is an angel too? Did their graces mingle or something??? It was this part in particular, both his expression and the tone (which I can’t gif unfortunately). I mean, Cas has always been sarcastic, but this was leaning more toward the mean-spirited and it surprised me a lot:

That, combined with the sarcastic pout and the head tilt? 

Yep. Definitely pinged my radar. I was honestly expecting this to be related to Cas’ story in s12. Or at least, if it was just some leftover influence, that it would be addressed. And I have no idea if they intended to do something with it and then changed their minds or if Misha just chose that inflection/expression for whatever reason but yeah, I definitely thought he was Lucifer-esque here. 

anonymous asked:

why don't you feel comfortable talking about your headspace on here anymore? :( genuinely wondering and i hope this doesn't come across like any kind of pressure on you. it's just that i have benefited a lot from every time you've talked about mental health because it helps me feel less alone and you have given really great advice from your experience. either way i hope you feel better. love you <3

thank you and love you too x i think i am just more aware of an ‘audience’ than i’ve ever been, afraid of coming across like i’m seeking attention if i talk about being sad, and also afraid of touching on people’s triggers or even retraumatizing people by talking about really heavy/dark things like internalized homophobia or self-loathing or depressive symptoms or whatever (and ik i can include warnings and such but i also know a lot of ppl dont blacklist their triggers or heed warnings and that scares me in itself.) i feel like rn i’m of the mindset that i just want this blog to be mostly uplifting even if that’s not how i genuinely feel emotionally (though it really means more than i can say to hear from you that youve found any past discussions of mental health on my blog to be helpful or comforting. i hope youre well and that you take care of yourself xx) 

Captive Prince Big Bang Day 10: The Steady Running of the Hour

A little late night surprise for everyone, we have our 10th fic for the Capri Big Bang! Are you feeling in the mood for a bit of nail-biting, self-inflicted angst? Ever wonder how Laurent felt after Damen got stabbed and had to hold himself together for the sake of 2 countries all while the love of his life might die at any given moment????? @jinlinli how did you find the strength to write this? The Capri Big Bang’s Queen Mod has posted her story, The Steady Running of the Hour, and…MY GOD, head on over to hit that kudos button and thank her for helping keep the bang afloat ;)

Also shout out to the beta for this fic here! Enjoy!

dadrielle  asked:

ok your medieval posts are all things of beauty and I am delightedly working my way through them to find new research materials for the lesbian-Robin-Hood-set-during-the-reign-of-Edward II webcomic I'm working on, THANK YOU. I've been listening to lectures and books on medieval times but the folks you've mentioned sound like they have more of the depth and specific focus I'm interested in, compared to the general stuff I've been poking at. THANKS!

Also, I was wondering if you have any favorite sources on ole Ned and family, particularly his last years? Or anything on the coup at Nottingham Castle? Isabella? Just like. All those fascinating, messy people? I don’t have enough familiarity with the scholarship around them to be able to tell if I’ve got good sources or no, so if you have the time I would love to hear your thoughts.

Okay, first of all, that sounds like an Amazing webcomic and if you ever finish/post it, please tag me because I would looooove to read it.

Next, general-overview books on medieval history can be very hit or miss, so I can imagine it’s been hard to find good stuff (and because of the obvious fact that 1000 years of history in a vast sociopolitical and geographical span does not at all fit easily into your average 300-page book). The book I am currently teaching to my first-year undergrads is Chris Wickham’s Medieval Europe, which I haven’t finished all the way yet, but he’s incredibly distinguished and accomplished (if you know The Inheritance of Rome, same guy – he’s professor at All Souls in Oxford, which is my dream job). I’ve also just come across Why The Middle Ages Matter: Medieval Light on Modern Injustice, which is more of a thematic study where individual experts submitted essays on a particular element – women, homosexuality, race, religion, labor, refugees, disability, the church/clerical abuse, and other relevant topics. It’s absolutely wonderful at challenging the ‘Dark Ages’ mindset and explaining the importance of socially engaged history and all the other stuff that I try to do in my work. So yes.

As for stuff on Edward II specifically, the first name that comes to mind is definitely Ian Mortimer. (He is the author of the Time Traveller’s Guide To… series if you’ve come across those, and The Time Traveller’s Guide to Medieval England is set around the mid-14th century specifically, so that will be incredibly helpful for particular social and cultural details. I’ve read that one and it’s great, he has absolutely done his homework and used his reading of texts to answer the questions that we sometimes want to know about the past more than the abstract/macrohistorical stuff: what did they eat? What did they do? How did they dress? Etc. So yes, if you’re writing/drawing something set in the 14th century, absolutely get your hands on a copy of that.

Mortimer has also written (well, loads of stuff really, he’s quite prolific) The Greatest Traitor: The Life of Sir Roger Mortimer, the 1st Earl of March. That will cover exactly the period you’re looking at (the end of Edward’s reign, Isabella and Mortimer’s coup, Mortimer’s execution, etc). He has written the forward for Kathryn Warner’s Edward II: The Unconventional King. (She has also just come out with a book on Isabella.) All of these are intended for a popular audience and should be fairly readable rather than a heavy academic slog, though I’ve not read them specifically. As I said, Mortimer is a bit of the ‘go to name’ for Edward II (you will certainly encounter his opinions on Edward’s supposed death in 1327 if you read any of his stuff) so you should be in good hands there.

Elizabeth Hallam has also written extensively on the Plantagenets. Of hers, there is Four Gothic Kings: The Turbulent History of Medieval England and the Plantagenet Kings (1216-1377), which covers Henry III and Edward I through III. (That link is to the 1987 version, but I think there’s been a revised version since then – you can get anything of hers quite cheap on abebooks) She also has The Itinerary of Edward II and His Household, 1307-1328, which may be a bit hard to get your hands on, as it’s an edited volume of his royal itinerary (as it says on the tin) and not really a popular press book. However, that will give you very detailed information on where Edward was when, and possibly also on household expenses (though you might need to find a copy of his Pipe Rolls for that – I’m not sure if they have those in printed editions, and it might be more research than you feel like doing as a non-specialist, but the option is out there…)

There are obviously many books written about the battle of Bannockburn if that’s going to be part of your research; I think the most recent is Bannockburn: Scotland’s Greatest Fight for Independence. A somewhat older (but still classic) book that covers the situation more generally is Robert Bruce and the Community of the Realm of Scotland, though these are obviously both centered on the Scots rather than Edward II. They should cover both sides’ involvement and background, however, and in the case of the latter, Robert the Bruce’s political relationship with both Edward I and Edward II. 

Anyway, I hope this is a good start for you, and let me know how you get on with all that. And yes, create this webcomic, yesssss.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering, given the time for other implementations, have you ever considered additional features to your game like different outfits that you could buy separate from the game? I don't really know a lot about that stuff, I just really like changing the protagonist's clothes, and I think that the outfit designs were really nice, so I was just wondering whether that would be something you'd consider for the FD or the main game, or just in the future?

Hello! To be honest, we probably won’t include customized outfits in any of our games since those features are usually included in stat raising games, and our team are not a big fan of those type of games. We will include change of outfits for characters in future games though, but you won’t be able to customize it yourself, rather it’s part of the storyline. 😅

Morning in Mourning Hold

(cross-posted on AO3)

Getting a seat on the Indoril Council provides for a lot of side benefits, including an unlimited access to the House archives. Is it any wonder that you have acquired a taste for spending your early mornings like this, with a book (or two… or three…) conveniently borrowed from one of the Mournhold  libraries?

Keep reading

skargyldroot  asked:

Hi there, idk how to start this so um just jumping in! Feel free to not answer if you're not up to it :) It might be in two parts. My quietly ex-mormon friend (we'll call him Bud) has a younger brother (uh, Hyrum). Both are adults. Hyrum is very Mormon and VERY Republican. He recently came out to Bud as being gay since middle school, and is looking to Bud for advice since the rest of their family can be pretty intolerant. Bud asked me for help cuz he's pretty athiest and straight and all that.

(Part Two: I don’t know of any good resources for Republican lgbtq Mormons, and was wondering if you might know of any? As non-left as possible? My friend sent me this about him: “Here’s a snapshot, for illustration purposes, of the kind of attitude we’re dealing with here, “If I ever play some shit ass victim remind me I’m better than that. I never wanna use the ‘gay’ card”“ Thanks for your time, regardless.)

~~~

My gut reaction to your question was that Hyrum must be really hurting. Often people who throw up defenses like that (especially being hyper-Mormon) are trying to quash their “bad” feelings by replacing them with “good things.” The problem is that it doesn’t work, because you can’t turn off certain feelings without turning them all off. It almost sounds like he’s punishing himself: his “shit ass victim” quote sounds cruel and decidedly non-Mormon. Jesus Christ loves and understands and comforts everyone, regardless of whether their feelings of victimization are “justified” or not.

Anyway (now that we have that out of the way), I’m not sure about right-wing LGBTQ references. I do know that there’s a national coalition of LGBTQ Republicans called the Log Cabin Republicans, but that’s more political and less personal. On the Mormon side, I relied pretty heavily on North Star when first coming to terms with my sexuality, since they support LGBTQ celibacy. If Hyrum wants to pursue that in his life, having a network will definitely help.

Ultimately, it sounds like Hyrum is overlapping two different things (politics and religion). There are LGBTQ Mormons, and Democratic Mormons, and LGBTQ Republicans, and Socialist LGBTQ Mormons. So it’s not black-and-white.

Anyone else wanna weigh in?

anonymous asked:

for the longest of time (years) i followed your paleofail blog without ever getting any explanations despite the explain later tag lmao. then i discovered this - i wonder why dont you just do the explanations in the same blog?

I like the keep them separate - it’s just cleaner for me that way.

#switching #owling #bumping into each other

Prompts: @crazyconglasses
Author: @queenofthyme

Dearest Potter,

My mother insists that I write you to formally thank you for speaking on behalf of us at the Wizengamot. Without your testimony, we most certainly would have faced time in Azkaban.

So: thank you.

If you were expecting any heartfelt words of gratitude, then you’ve mistaken me for those hero worshippers who submit their amateur poetry about you to The Daily Prophet. Even as a child, I could write better poetry than that. 

Hoping to never speak to you again,

Draco Malfoy


Malfoy,

Please pass my appreciation on to your mother. I sincerely hope she is well.

As for you, I don’t need or expect your gratitude. That’s not why I helped you. You wouldn’t understand this of course, but those of us who have a heart, help others simply just to help others.

I also happen to enjoy and appreciate the notes people leave in The Daily Prophet for me. I’ve never heard any poetry from you, so I wouldn’t be so quick to throw stones.

Wishing you horrible misfortune,

Harry Potter


Don’t give me that load of crock, Potter. Even heroes have ulterior motives.

I also highly doubt you enjoyed last week’s poem: “I see Harry Potter’s emerald eyes, they sparkle and shine, all magic defies.” What does that even mean?

Seeing through your media-trained lies,

Draco Malfoy


Malfoy. You only think I’m lying because you can’t comprehend anyone’s perspective but your own.

That poem was heartfelt and thoughtful. I have a copy of it on my fridge - that’s a muggle appliance.

Rejecting your rude assumptions about me,

Harry Potter

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So Today I Watched…. Batman & Bill // A Documentary by HULU (2017)

Bill Finger. The name will surely ring a bell for most Batman fans, but the casual person out there doesn’t know who he is. In this world where everything is up for grabs, and unfairness is all around. We get to bury our minds deep in the stories of these fictional characters without knowing that some of them have a dark secret behind them too. Such is the case of Batman and the story of how he came to be.

Batman was designed as a work for hire by Bob Kane in 1939 over a weekend. After getting a grasp of how much money Sieger and Shuster were making out of working on Superman weekly, he wanted into that kind of cash. The couple of Jewish kids of Jersey were making $800 a week in that time and that was a lot of money back then. The problem was that Bob Kane wasn’t as creative as the Superman guys. So he called in an up-and-comer writer who really wanted a crack in the comics business. A man named Bill Finger. Once they sat down to work, the crude concept of Bob evolved into the more familiar visage of the character you know and love.

Bob was quick to go to DC and claim solo ownership of the character. Seeing the willingness of Bill to work with him, he let him tag along as his personal work-for-hire paid out of his pocket. They went to develop Batman for some good 20 years until Bob retired and Bill was fired. As time passed Bob increasingly made his name more related to the character. He had done so since day one: he signed a masterful contract that has never been disclosed to the public granting him sole lifetime credit to the character. And of course part ownership and royalties over everything with Batman’s name on it. Bill faded into obscurity. Struggling to make ends meet he died alone in a tiny department in New york in 1973.

So far you may be asking what the big deal about this is. Bill was a work for hire and he had that clear to a T on his side. But looking your so-called partner grow rich out of your creation, is bound to cause some friction and scars over time. Bill was such a gentleman that he never fought for his rights. he never had the resources to do so either. Given his role in the birth of Batman he was entitled for more. You see, Bill didn’t just create the look of Batman and wrote stories about him for 20 years. Bill also crated the imaginary and names for The Joker, The Penguin, The Riddler, Robin, Alfred, The Batcave, The Batmobile, Commissioner Gordon and even Gotham City. Imagine for a minute that Stan Lee went to every convention and interview telling everyone that he’s the sole creator of Marvel Comics. And didn’t acknowledge Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko. That’s the hand Bill was dealt by Bob Kane. That’s what he had to live with for the rest of his days.

Marc Tyler took it upon himself to make things right. Batman and Bill is a documentary about his journey looking to right one of the biggest creative wrongs made in the creative side of the comic business. Marc Tyler not only manages to find out the truth behind what happened to Bill Finger after his time working at DC. He manages to track down the heirs to Bill and through patience and persistence he achieves what he set out to do. Bill Finger’s story is not a pretty one. It’s filled with sadness and abandonment. It’s a tale about justice being made, not about money being earned. The final fate of the players of this tale will leave you with a sense of closure for Bill. But It will have you wondering why this didn’t happen any sooner.

Bill Finger’s first ever Batman comic credit was in Batman#46 (vol.2) cover dated January of 2016. He was also credited in the film Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice and he will remain Batman co-creator until the end of times.

Prof_Dan

i really wish muslim women were given the space to explore hijab like every other form of worship. i wish it wasn’t a “terminal” thing where the second you put in on, you’re a hijabi forever and if you take it off, you’re immediately stripped of the title and tumble down the Good Muslimah Totem Pole. i can miss prayers for one day but doesn’t that make it someone who doesn’t pray. if i start reading quran today, but stop a week later, does that completely end my relationship with the quran? why isn’t the same logic applied to hijab? 

and then yall wonder why so many people put off starting because it feels like a life sentence and a lifelong commitment that you’re absolutely not allowed to ever fall short in any type of way. we’re setting ourselves up for failure. give us breathing room. give us encouragement and understanding. let us explore what hijab is or isn’t for ourselves and don’t make us your scale to measure whether the ummah is headed in the right direction or not. the fate of the muslim world isn’t determined by polyester scarves. 

August 24, 2017

To the boy with the green eyes,

Remember the last time we saw each other? 
In your little blue car….
We poured our hearts out to one another. 
We cried on each other’s shoulders.
I confessed my love to you. 
You confessed your love to me. 
But you didn’t confess that this night was going to be your last.  

You stopped by to pick up your (very) late Christmas present. 
You knew how bad I had been, and asked what was wrong. 
We walked to your little blue car, put the windows down on that cold chilly moonlit night, and talked. 
I told you everything that was happening to me: 
My ex-boyfriend and his new guy. 
A friend that I thought I could trust. 
And a lover that broke my heart. 
I also told you I was in a very dark place. 
Do you remember what I said to you?
I’m too ashamed to confess what I did to myself. 
Please don’t make me say it. 
I don’t want to see you cry again. 
Your beautiful emerald looking eyes don’t deserve to have tears in them. 
They need to keep sparkling and smiling. 

After we cried together, I confessed my love to you. 
I didn’t expect you to say anything. 
I didn’t expect you to feel the same way. 
I just wanted you to listen. 
I remember looking into those dazzling green eyes, holding your hand, and telling you: 
“I know this sounds cheesy. And I know that it may not seem true. But this is the truth. I promise. I love you. I love you so much. And I want to let you know that I will always love you. No matter what. I don’t care if you’re with someone new. I don’t care if I’m with someone new. I don’t even care if I haven’t talked to you in months, or even years. I will always love you.”
You didn’t say anything. 
You just nodded as tears fell down your cheek from your watery green eyes. 

Then, I asked you what you wanted from me. 
You said:
“I honestly don’t know. I don’t know what I want. I never know what the right choice is. I never know what the right thing to do is. I always hurt you. I don’t want to keep hurting you. We had a lot of fun. And that’s all I wanted at first. And that’s what happened. I liked you. I really did. A lot. Then things changed. I wanted to hang out with you every day and be with you every day. And we did that. I wanted to be closer to you. And we did that too. Then stuff happened, and I got scared. I don’t know. I was scared to be happy. I didn’t want to be in a relationship. I wasn’t prepared at all for how I felt about you. I didn’t know how to take it to the next level. I didn’t know how to be your boyfriend.” 

These words still bring tears to my eyes.  
It’s as if we are star-crossed lovers; forever living different paths in our lives that don’t have any connection in the end, denying us of any chance of living a life together. 
But how can that be when we are existing at the same time?
You’re alive. 
I’m alive. 
And I have never felt more alive with anyone else than when I’m with you. 
Just the way you look at me with those alluring eyes is what convinces me that you are in love with me too. 
So why aren’t we together? 
Why are you with someone else? 
Why are you with her?
Is it because she can give you a family?
Is it because you want to believe she’s the one for you?
Not just you though, for your whole family. 
She’s someone they will accept. 
Nobody would accept me into your family. 
I think we both know that for sure. 

Two hundred and twenty-one days have passed since that night happened. 
I’ve gone through many stages of:
Hating you. 
Worrying about you. 
Wondering if you’re dead.
Wondering if you’re alive. 
Pretending you’re dead. 
Wishing for your presence. 
All while still loving you. 
It’s torture. 

I don’t know if I should give up. 
Or if I should keep waiting for you. 
Because a part of me feels that I will never find anybody like you. 

Nobody’s going to look at me the way you did. 
Nobody’s going to touch me the way you did. 
Nobody’s going to care about me the way you did. 
And nobody’s going to understand me the way you do.

Every time I talk to someone new, I compare them to you. 
I know that’s wrong, but it’s true and I can’t help it. 
That’s when I start to believe that they’re not good enough for me. 
Because I need to find somebody that’s so good that they make me forget about you…
I know that’s not fair and I think that’s what keeps me from letting people in. 
I put this steel cage around my heart when you left me, and you’re the only one with the key to open it. 
I just wish you would talk to me. 
I wish you would tell me to move on, but your silence speaks louder than words. 
It drives me crazy; leads me to believe that I did something wrong, but I didn’t. 
Maybe it’s your way of keeping me in the sidelines when things get bad with you and her. 
I don’t see how that’s fair, but I love you so much that I don’t care. 
I’ll take any excuse you give me to come back, so long as I get to see your face again. 

I’m sorry. 
I’m sorry for getting close to you. 
I’m sorry for burdening you with my problems. 
I’m sorry for loving you. 
I’m sorry for all of this. 
Maybe things would’ve been simpler if we just didn’t meet. 
But as people say, “Two souls don’t just meet by simple coincidence.”
I start to wonder why you came into my life. 
Or was it I that came into yours?
I wonder if you’ll ever come back to me, even as a friend. 
I miss you. 
I miss you so dearly. 
Please stay alive while I exist. 
Whether it’s a year or ten, I will wait for you. 
Because I love you, and I want to believe that we are meant to be together. 
I want to wake up every morning to those lovely green eyes of yours. 

I forgive you.
I forgive you for pretending that I don’t exist.
I forgive you for leaving me with no explanation.
I forgive you for choosing her over me.
I forgive you  for falling for me.
I get it now.
We are just simply not meant to be.
But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with that. 

You know me…
You know I always have so much to say to you.
You know I could write books about my love for you. 
But I have one more important thing to say….

Happy birthday. 

Love always and forever, 
The boy with the brown eyes 

Anonymous said:
I know you’ve shown how you draw faces from different angles very briefly before, but I was wondering if you’d ever go more in depth? For example, I always struggle with drawing the eyes at a ¾ angle…
😔


Ok, I get this question so many times that I decided to do something about it. I’ve already made a tutorial about drawing eyes and tbh it should help with drawing eyes from any angle, the tricky part is to understand the human face, its anatomy. If you see the face/head as a three dimentional object you’ll be able to draw it, I can’t say it enough, 3D thinking is important. Also, references are important, drawing from life is important because then you have a 3D model of the head right in a front of you. All you need to do is observe and understand.

Snap Decision

(A chance meeting with a stranger at a bar helps you recover from a bad breakup.)

Warnings: 11000+ words of mostly sex stuff.  Bad ex boyfriends. People doing inadvisable things.  Listen up kids: in real life you should be more cautious about who you let take naked pictures of you! Lots and lots of sex.  If you’ve read my stuff before, you know the drill.  


You thought it would be fun to work in sales after you graduated from university; you would travel around the country, meeting new people, holding meetings in fancy high rise office buildings in big cities, wining and dining clients at gourmet restaurants while you closed deals and made boatloads of money.  The reality was that you were selling industrial wastewater management systems, making a moderate income, while traveling four days a week to factories and chemical refineries in some of the least glamorous locations on earth.  You didn’t mind the work itself, but the evenings alone in small town hotel rooms were dull and disheartening, so you would frequently head out to a local movie theater or neighborhood bar to distract yourself from the loneliness on the road.   

 It was pouring down rain outside and you decide to run to the closest place you could find to grab a drink, rather than risk driving around and getting lost.  That’s how you found yourself sitting alone at the bar of the Applebee’s restaurant that was adjacent to your hotel, sipping on something called a Blue Hawaiian, in a town you couldn’t even remember the name of.   

Unruly children sat with their families having dinner in the nearby booths, while innocuously bland pop songs played overhead.  You took one sip of the cloyingly sweet blue cocktail in front of you and immediately regretted your decision to come here tonight. Given the lousy week you had experienced, you would have been better off drinking cheap whiskey at a dive bar filled with unapologetic alcoholics.  Here, the family friendly atmosphere mixed with the empty promises of a fruity cocktail that was designed to trick you into thinking you were on a tropical island vacation instead of in your real life.  Your real crappy life. 

You had totally blown the sale today.  The clients had a million questions about the technical specifications of the products you were trying to sell, but you kept tripping over your words and making yourself sound like an idiot.  You blamed your poor work performance on lack of sleep.  And you blamed the lack of sleep on your boyfriend, David.  Actually, he was your ex-boyfriend now.  After more than a year together, you dumped him for cheating on you.  

He claimed he was faithful, but you were certain he was lying.  He never picked up his phone when you called him from out on the road.  He would eventually call you back, but his stories about where he was and what he was doing always sounded a little off.  The final blow came when your friend Stephanie told you she saw him going into a movie theater with another girl.  David claimed Stephanie was mistaken and that you were just paranoid and jealous for no reason.  You wanted to believe him, but deep down you were sure that Stephanie was right.  All the unresolved questions you had about what David was doing while you were working could easily be answered if he had been cheating on you.  David cried when you told him it was over, he begged you to reconsider, but you were resolute and just walked away.

That had been a week ago, and every day since then, you questioned whether or not you made the right decision.  You had no hard proof that he had been unfaithful.  Sure, Stephanie said she saw him, but she only saw from a distance.  Maybe she was mistaken.  Maybe it was just someone who looked like David.

“Is this seat taken?”

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anonymous asked:

Your HC's are amazing and I love them, but I was wondering if you had any thoughts on the foxes somehow finding out that Neil essentially paid for Andrew's car? Like?

DO I EVER!! I was honestly so excited the second I saw your ask because I definitely have thoughts on this! Alright, so:

  • Aaron is understandably annoyed that Andrew and Neil are the actual worst and will never drive him anywhere
  • And having Neil as the back-up driver is super annoying when Andrew and Neil keep sneaking off together and then there’s no one around to drive anyone
  • I mean, Aaron wasn’t ever even allowed to drive the car that his mom’s life insurance bought
  • He just had to watch Andrew drive the car he bought thanks to killing their mother
  • And he put up with it for years
  • And when Nicky was the only with keys, it was annoying but Aaron could live with it and Nicky would drive Aaron where he wanted
  • But Neil got keys so quickly after Aaron has spent years not allowed to drive
  • But at least Nicky still had keys so Aaron stood a chance of getting a ride without having to sell his soul to Andrew in exchange
  • But then Neil ended up the only other one with keys and Neil is even less helpful to Aaron than Andrew is
  • So, yeah, Aaron gets mad about the whole Neil has the only other set of keys thing and complains about it when he asks Andrew a day in advance if Andrew can drive him somewhere the next night and Andrew refuses
  • And Aaron hardly ever asks for rides because Andrew is difficult and Aaron doesn’t like owing him
  • So, Aaron is pissed when his request gets shot down immediately
  • Especially because Andrew refuses on the grounds of he’ll be at night practice and since when does Andrew give a fuck about night practice?
  • Aaron thought he was more likely to get a ride because it would mean Andrew getting out of Kevin’s stupid night practices
  • He even waited until the end of practice to ask because he figured Andrew would be annoyed enough with exy and Kevin to agree just so that he could miss a night practice and piss Kevin off
  • So, Aaron is livid and complains about how Neil is allowed to drive Andrew’s car whenever he wants and now even Nicky isn’t allowed to drive it
  • And Andrew sounds just so bored with this conversation and so unfazed by Aaron’s yelling as he says “Neil bought his keys.”

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She's Not You | TOM HOLLAND X READER

Description: In which the reader, in an effort to get over her crush on Tom, decides to set him up but for some reason none of the girls ever get a second date. Tom’s problem is that the one girl he wants to go out with seems to be hell bent on setting him up with someone else.

Author’s Note: I’m back hoes what’s good? I’m pretty proud of how this turned out and I hope you liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Inspiration for this fic came from something I read a while ago and last night it popped into my mind for some reason so yea now there’s this. Anyway, let me know what you think!

Word Count: 2219

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“So?” I prodded Tom, dragging out the o’s as long as possible. We were in his dressing closet after a long day of filming as he took out his regular clothes at a snail’s pace. You’d think since he’s somewhat of an athlete he’s be a quick changer but unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

Tom took out a pair of jeans and threw them on a nearby chair. “So what?” he asked not looking at me.

I threw my head back with a groan, he knew exactly what I was going to ask him. It was the same question I always asked him every time I set him up with a new girl. Each week I’d find a girl who would go on a date with Tom, which wasn’t that much of a challenge, and each week he’d take the girl to dinner.

The only problem was that none of these girls ever got a second date. Not a single one and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why.  I like to think I know Tom pretty well so I’m always surprised when the girls I think he’ll really like never get a second date.

“How was your date with Quinn?” I asked, eager to hear what he thought of her. This is the same question I’d ask every week with another girl’s name. I was hoping that Tom would say he liked her and that he would be taking her out again but-

“It was fine,” Tom answered pulling out a t shirt and shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

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