it was from last year but whateves

The White House Correspondents’ Dinner is a long-standing tradition and symbol of comity between the president and the press. It’s also for CHARITY and Trump is skipping out this year. The last president who didn’t attend was Reagan 36 years ago. His reason: he was recovering from an assassination attempt. Trump’s reason? He’s afraid of the press.

I’m curious to hear his formal excuse, or rather what his pal Spicey comes up with. Whatever it is, I bet he’ll sneak away to Mar-a-lago for another weekend of golf. It seems so nice to have the luxury of escaping reality.

Another reason I fear growing old

My grandparents are driving me insane. All they do is complain about everything and about the only thing they praise is Trump. Like my God, even TCM and Disney World (two things they normally love and two things we can usually get them to not complain about) cannot escape criticism. TCM plays “vulgar” movies like Fame now, which Robert Osbourne “would not have picked.” (Let’s ignore the fact that over the past few years I have watched TCM, I have seen them schedule everything from Fritz the Cat to A Clockwork Orange to Blazing Saddles, all hardly chaste, clean movies. Also last I checked, Rob Osbourne never did all the programming on TCM). Disney World is too expensive (when was it ever not? We’ve been visiting the joint every other year since 1999 and it has never been cheap!): my grandpa blames Pixar for whatever reason and refuses to listen to reason about it, my grandma blames Disney Hong Kong for “taking funding from the Orlando park because no one in Asia can obviously afford Disney prices” (Yeah… I don’t even know where she came up with that conspiracy theory… dear God).

It makes me sad because most of my family is… insane. We don’t really deal with much of my extended family save for my maternal grandparents. My dad’s biological father is riding a motorcycle somewhere in Europe. My dad’s mom is bitter and crabby two states over (thank you letters from us did not come to her on time and she accused my sisters and I of being ungrateful and snobby, we the granddaughters she barely speaks with or deals with), and we don’t deal much with my step-grandpa, though he’s alright I guess. My cousins and aunts and uncles are people we’ve become estranged from for one reason or another, so at holidays, we only ever deal with my maternal grandparents.

For years, they did not act like old people. Throughout their 60s, they had energy and drive. They liked going out and doing things. They ate three meals a day (they cut that down to one now). They were active. Sure, they could be cranky, but they never felt “old.” Now though? They’re in their early 70s but they act like they are 100. Nothing in the world is ever any good. All people are garbage. Young people are stupid. Young priests are stupid. Old priests mumble too much. New movies and TV shows are stupid unless they’re about Jesus. Disney all sucks now (diehard WDW fans for years, they now claim they don’t want to go anymore because they’re “too old” and “Pixar ruined the parks”). Everything sucks now. Anytime I or my mother mentioned anything good happening in the world, they countered it with whatever they saw on Fox News or in the newspaper that proves that life sucks for whatever reason.

It was an almost overnight change. They are different people to me now– grayer and crankier. My mother feels obligated to invite them over every other week, but we just spend three hours miserable as they spit acid at everything.

If I live to my golden years, then I pray and hope and wish I shall never be like that. Yes, the world is pretty shitty and I’m not always optimistic about the future, but there are still good things. There are still good people and things to love. Why waste it like this bitching about everyone and everything? I swear, it’s like they look for bad things to lament.

whatever shit you get yourself into,
no matter how fucked up everything is,
if you’re failing that class (or several),
or your girlfriend is screaming at you from the staircase,
and your brother has stopped answering your texts,
or the answering machine on the other end of the line is just a reminder that you’ll never hear her voice again,
or you’re staring at razor blades or a canister of blow,
or you’re staring at your hands and you don’t remember the last three years,
or you’re sitting alone on a saturday night
while your roommate gets dressed to go out with some friends
and she asks you if she can borrow your boots,
no matter how over it all is,

something starts tomorrow.

it’s the second law of thermodynamics, entropy.
some systems need the chaos, the disorder,
to increase over time,
for there to be a future.
it is the reversibility of natural processes and the account for the asymmetry of the past and the future.
something has to end,
because something starts tomorrow.

—  last call by i.stein
the equation of love (pt. 1)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9

→scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

→genre: smut | fluff | angst

→word count: 5,702

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I’ve been a fan of Bones from the beginning. Can you tease if Booth and Brennan will get a happy ending? —Elspeth
That does seem to be the million-dollar question, especially leading out of this week’s Episode 7. And it looks like you may be guessing until the final hour. “Episode 11 ends on a cliffhanger, I’ll say that much,” shares co-showrunner Michael Peterson. “The finale is a two-parter.” As for the happy ending fans seek, the EP offered this anecdote from his four-season binge upon joining the series. “After watching 67 episodes, my wife asked if [series creator] Hart [Hanson] was a hippie, because everything worked out. [For example, when] Wendell slept with Angela, Hodgins got along with Wendell by the end of the episode. Things work out. Hart’s very much a ‘people ride off into the sunset’ kind of guy, he’s an optimist, and we wanted to infuse that into the finale. We wanted to have them go through hell, but at the end, we want them to ride off.”   


Sweets, food and eeveelutions for Valentine’s Day 2017! :3

The “inspiration” whatever came from the fact that my boyfriend and I won’t be celebrating Valentine’s Day this year because we’re both very busy at the moment and so we decided just to go…eat something together. And so, that’s it ahahah! Also, last year I couldn’t manage to draw anything valentines related and I wanted to fix that somehow :) why Sooo, here’s my little cards! ♡ ♡ ♡  No puns in them because I’m not clever enough to write them lol I’d problably go for “I choose you, Valentine!” or something like that…XD (quite common, yup).

If you want to use&send one of them to your lovely better half, just add your personal favourite poképun, if you’d like c:

Anyway, I had so much fun drawing this and I hope you like it! :D Which one do you like best?


Journal Series: As requested, here are just a few of my (very teen-angsty) personal journal pages. Remember, these are personal so please be respectful to whatever you see. Therapy comes in all shapes and sizes, and for years my therapy has always been art journaling. Whether it was getting my emotions out on paper or painting something to help me calm down, journaling has always been my life saver. The first two photos shown above are the most current pages I’ve made in my current journal, and the last two photos are from a journal I started about 4 years ago. The beauty of keeping a journal, especially during your teen years, is looking back on them years after. I love everything about them; the chaos, the clippings, the art, and (embarrassingly enough) even the words. This is my entire youth on paper.


Prompt: “She was a nomad at heart. Unlike him, she didn’t need to have a place to call home.” Told in Lin’s POV.

Pairing: Lin x reader

A/N: I’m glad I got this out in time for V-day! Though I’m not as satisfied as I should be, I decided to share it with you guys. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Lin was going to do it tonight.

He had the support from his family, friends, and even some random old lady on the subway he told last week.

He was partnered up with Y/N in an acting class during his Sophomore year of college. The second her eyes landed on him and she gave him her million-dollar smile, he should have known he was doomed.

He and Y/N became fast friends and spent every single waking moment together. They would text each other at night, have breakfast and coffee in the morning, head to class, and then do whatever the hell they pleased until it was time to go home.

Junior year they met each other’s parents. Y/N had her mother’s looks, but everything else about her was her father. Her personality, the way she carried herself, her love for travel and adventure… it all came from him. And of course, his parents loved her. They called her their daughter and fed her bottomless stomach with food whenever they would visit.

Senior year, even though they were both stressed and drowning in exams and projects, they managed to find time for each other. It helped that she was practically living with him. She cleared space in his tiny closet for her clothes, left her toiletries in his bathroom, and slept in his bed. Somehow, she managed to book small affordable getaways, either in nearby states where she would drag him around and explore the city or a “staycation” in New York where she would show him things even he, a native, haven’t even heard of before.

It was during a random night in the middle of the semester, where she was cramming for an exam that was in the morning, that he realized how much he really loved her. He sat in the kitchen across from her, papers sprawled on the table and his laptop in front of him, watching as she began to doze off. The pencil in her hand fell to the table with a thump and he chuckled when her head began to bob, drifting further into the calls of sleep.

“Time for bed,” Lin whispers, getting up and going over to her side.

As he pulled her up from her seat by her hand, she began to protest. “No,” she yawns, rubbing her eyes.

“You need sleep,” Lin urged, pulling her towards his bedroom.

“But I need to study,” she whined, but let him lead her to bed.

“I’ll wake you up early in the morning so you can study,” Lin smiles, opening up the duvet and helping her inside.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, she stops him by grabbing the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Stay with me, please?”

Her question tugged at his heartstrings.

She scooted over to make room for him and kept the duvet open to let him in. Lin’s smile gets bigger, and with a defeated sigh, slips in beside her. She immediately attaches to him, tucking herself under his chin and swung her leg over him. She was asleep within seconds.

Lin stared at the ceiling, heart hammering against his chest.

He wanted this every day for the rest of his life.

He wanted to come home to her, sleep next to her, be with her…

Lin wanted it all and more.

And today, after months and months of suppressing it, he was going to tell Y/N. Even if she didn’t feel the same, he had to do it. So what if the little hope he’s built after overanalyzing every conversation, every single touch, every unspoken word he’s had with her is crushed?

At least he gave it a shot.

“Lin! I have exciting news!” Y/N came rushing in the bar full of graduates, graduation cap still pinned to her head and heels clicking with every step.

Lin spreads his arms open and she runs forward, squeezing him tightly.

She draws back, eyes gleaming with excitement, and grabs his hands. She jumps up and down, not able to contain her excitement.

“I got the job!” she squeals.

Lin’s heart drops.

“The job?” he echoes.

“The job for The National Geographic, silly! How could you forget?”

He didn’t forget.

It was the freelance journalism job with The National Geographic.

She was going to be whisked away from New York, away from her home, her family, him

“Oh my god, Lin! They left a voicemail earlier today and they said they want to fly me out to Australia tomorrow. Can you believe it? Australia!”

“Australia…” Lin whispers, throat feeling tight.

He felt as if the floor was going to slip from under him. She was finally going to travel the world and experience all the things she’s dreamed of, but he felt so devastated.

She lunges forward, hugging him again.

“I’m so happy!”

Lin lifted his trembling hands to embrace her.

“Me too.”

The rest of the night passed by in a haze.

It didn’t go away even after he said goodbye to her at the airport the next day.


For the last five years, the only way he kept in touch with Y/N were through emails. She had a horrible habit of losing her cell phone and it was almost impossible to find signal in the middle of nowhere.

She’s been to every single continent, every nook and cranny of the world. From the Great Pyramid of Giza to Seychelles, she was there, her smile brighter and bigger than he’s ever seen it.

She was a nomad at heart. Unlike him, she didn’t need to have a place to call home. The whole world was her home. She didn’t want stability, she wanted excitement. She didn’t fear the unknown, she thrived in it and faced it head-on.

She was the polar opposite who he was, but damn, every time he would scroll through her pictures, he felt a deep sorrow in his gut of what could have been.

He knew that they would have been amazing together.

He could just picture it… Y/N, in the front row of the Richard Rogers Theater on the opening night of In The Heights and then Hamilton, screaming her head off in some gaudy dress. Her getting annoyed with Karen and her sass, adoring Chris and his big-brother tendencies, and silently rooting for Jasmine and Anthony…

But she wouldn’t have been truly happy.

She would’ve felt trapped and miserable if she stayed in New York. That’s why he let her go, why he chose to smile and ignore every cell in his body that begged to speak up the day she left. It would have been unfair and selfish of him to say anything to her. He didn’t want to hold her back from experiencing the world.

So instead, Lin sent her scanned Broadway pamphlets and newspaper clippings his mother saved, cast recordings of the musical, and pictures of people she would never meet.

They emailed each other every day and he hung on to each and every word she sent. From three sentences to a full page of words, he saved it. It was pathetic that even after all these years, Y/N was all he could think about. Every girl he’s dated was nothing compared to her.

Maybe it was time to stop pining for a girl that was always seemed to be out of his grasp.

“Lin, are you ready?”

His father’s voice pulled him out of his musings. He glanced around his surroundings, remembering that he was supposed to do a press conference for the record-breaking Tony nominations Hamilton set.  He cleared his throat and nodded, leaving the dressing room and heading towards the stage.

After he was announced, he walked onstage, the bright lights of the cameras blinding him. One by one he was asked routine questions from reporters: his inspirations for the play, his reaction to the sudden popularity of the show, and how he felt about the nominees of each category.

The final question came from the back and Lin squinted his eyes, barely making out a form of a man.

“Andy from the New York Times,” he said, “back in your college years, I heard that you got banned from the girl’s dorms after being caught in bed with one of the students multiple times. Would you like to comment on that?”

Lin reared his head back and laughed when the crowd let out a murmur. “You must have done a lot of digging to find that story,” he hums, tucking his hair behind his ear, “but, you’re correct.”

There was another buzz from the crowd, but this time, it was accompanied with flashes from the cameras.

“But, it’s not as wicked as you think it is,” Lin continued, smirking, “I spent a lot of time with a very dear friend in her dorm, studying. We had a lot of classes together and it was easier to stay at her place than to go back to my own dorm. The RA just happened to catch me sneaking into her dorm at night and assumed the worst.”

The crowd seemed unconvinced, but Lin didn’t have a chance to elaborate because time was up. He was escorted off to the side to take pictures and he posed as best as he could as he walked through the row photographers.


The familiar voice caught his attention, and with a grin, Lin walked towards Andy. “That was a tough question,” Lin says, shaking his outstretched hand, “I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned that story during any of my interviews.”

Andy returns the grin and winks. “I have a great source.”

“Oh? I’d like to meet them,” Lin responds, genuinely intrigued.

Andy laughs. “You’ll have to wait for it.”

Lin was left to ponder his cryptic answer as he was ushered to the fans that awaited him.

Lin didn’t know why there were so many parties he had to attend.

He was currently getting ready for a banquet to celebrate the Tony nominees. In all honesty, the question from Andy completely threw him off-guard and caused him to feel a mix of emotions, longing the being the strongest. He wanted to stay home and reminisce the precious memories he had with Y/N, but it would have caused him to spiral into the depression he fought so hard to climb out of.

His phone buzzed, indicating that the escort was in front of his apartment, waiting. With a sigh, he pocketed his phone and wallet, mentally preparing himself for the event.

He swung his door open, stunned to see a woman whose hand was poised to knock on his door. A woman who strangely looked like…

“Y/N.” he whispers, eyes wide.

She drops her arms, letting them fall limply against her side.

“Hi,” she breathed, a sheepish smile on her face, “I… I got your address from your Father. He told me about your event tonight, but I couldn’t wait. I needed to see you.”

Lin felt his eyes water and his heart felt like it was going to burst. His eyes took in Y/N, her skin tan from all the days she spent out in the sun, baby-face long gone, and body slimmer from all her travels.

She’s still as beautiful as ever.

“You’re here.” Lin couldn’t recognize his voice.

“I’m here,” she repeats, “for good.”

Lin couldn’t comprehend what Y/N was saying. “For good?”

She swallows thickly, and wet her lips before she speaks. “My contract with National Geographic is over and I didn’t want to renew it. I’m done, Lin,” her voice wavers, “I got a job with New York Times a couple weeks ago –”

Lin lets out a sharp laugh. “You’re Andy’s source.”

She pauses. “Yes.”

Lin runs a hand down his face, trying to make sense of the situation. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner that you were back, Y/N?”

She frowns, her eyes searching his face as she explains herself. “I was scared, okay? It’s been five long years… Things change, Lin! Would we really be able to pick up where we left off? I’ve missed so many important events in your life. I should’ve been there,” she stops, voice quivering.

Lin smiles sadly. “I wanted you to be there too.”

“But I’m here now, and if I have to, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

Lin stares at Y/N, her declaration causing the tears in his eyes to spill. His heart felt full and wordlessly, he opens up his arms for her.

She runs into his embrace and it felt like he was young again.

The nomad finally decided to stop wandering.

“I’m home,” she whispers.

“Welcome home.”

We Don’t Become Great Artists Overnight

We don’t even become “decent” artists overnight. And quantifying “good” and “bad” art is difficult to begin with. If your only measurement of “good” is whether or not something looks exactly like it did in your head as it does on paper/whatever then you’re probably being too hard on yourself.

When I moved from my childhood home last year, I stumbled across a treasure trove of really old art from when I was a kid. This one in particular really spoke to me. I keep this drawing nearby so that I can look at it and truly recognize how far I have come as an artist. That Charmander drawing is from when I was probably 8; Charmander was my very first Pokemon card and I studied it very hard.

As kids, when we draw we hardly consider whether something we drew is good or bad. Or at least, I didn’t. I drew because it was fun and basically never stopped. The drawings may not have been “good” but it didn’t seem to phase me because here I am 17 years later still going:

fic: i know it’s warmer where you are (and it’s safer by your side)

septiplier // Written post Markiplier and Friends Panel at PAX East 2016 // Explicit // Angst/Fluff/Smut

Author’s Note: I watched the (totally fucked up) livestream of Mark, Jack, and Wade’s panel last weekend, and immediately started writing this. It turned out more soppy and less graphic than i’d originally intended, but whatever.

Title from You and I (stripped version) by PVRIS. I used this song for my last Hitman!AU oneshot, but I was listening to the stripped version recently and it resonated so much with me that I listened to it on repeat while writing this. I highly recommend listening while reading.

If you prefer to read on AO3, here.

Jack’s loved Mark for as long as he can remember now, the years a one way blur of admiration and longing through the screen of a computer, and later through constant contact over Skype and the phone lines. Being in love with Mark—now that’s a more recent development, but one that’s been in the making since Jack first heard Mark say his name over a tinny internet connection in Jack’s apartment.

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Hey LITs! It’s been another great year for this fandom with another amazing season gone and by. And some people have been asking if i’ll be holding the same Shipathon I did last summer, and the answer is an enthusiastic yes!

Last spring, me (queerseth) and some other LITs had the idea to spread a celebration of all of our wonderful ships over three months, since three is the magic number, and it also leads up perfectly to when the show will return in the fall! Just like last year, this year’s Shipathon will be taking place over the summer and into the fall, from the start of July to the end of September. 

Each week has a designated ship/relationship/group of relationships, and for each week you can do whatever you want to celebrate that relationship - gifs, videos, writing, edits, playlists, just posting about what you like about that relationship! We tried to be as inclusive as possible!

Just like last year, the ships are chosen based off of what is most prevalent in the show and in the fandom. This fandom isn’t very big, so trust me when we tell you, we know it like the back of our hand. But if you have a ship that isn’t included, remember that this is only a guideline for a general celebration of ships and you can post about whatever rare ship you want! Just remember to tag it with #librariansshipathon so that we can all see it, find it, and so that I can reblog it to this blog, which will serve as a kind of archive. 

With 5 months until July still, I’m posting this now to give us all as much time as possible to prepare! Last year we had less time but it still went off wonderfully, let’s see what we can do this year, to fill the void of the hiatus!

NOTE: This isn’t just about romance! You can appreciate the dynamics between these characters in any way you want! Please respect everyone’s ships and interpetations, no hate here!

Week 1 -  July 1-7 -  Eve/Flynn

Week 2 - July 8-14 - Cassandra/Estrella, Cassandra/Lamia, Cassandra/Any minor female character 

Week 3 - July 15-21- Jenkins/Cassandra, Jenkins/Ezekiel, Jenkins/Jake

Week 4 - July 22-28 - Cindy/Ezekiel

Week 5 - July 29 - August 5 - Jake/Ezekiel

Week 6 - August 6-12 - Flynn/Ezekiel, Flynn/Cassandra, Flynn/Jake

Week 7 - August 13-19 - Cassandra/Eve, Jake/Eve, Ezekiel/Eve

Week 8 - August 20 - 26 - Flynn/Moriarty

Week 9 - August  27 - September 2 - Cassandra/Ezekiel

Week 10 - September 3 - 9 - Jake/Cassandra/Ezekiel

Week 11 - September 10 - 16 - Jake/Cassandra

Week 12 - September 17 - 23 - Eve/Moriarty

Week 13 - September 24 - 30 - Flynn/Eve/Moriarty

anonymous asked:

Hitsdailydouble has been hinting at this album since last year? I believe that after that inverview at the Columbia CEO, these websites felt the need to say something and to start again the speculation.

I’m so 😴😴😴😴 by all of this at this point that I don’t even care to comment really

Until I hear an actual single or album or receive an actual confirmation from Harry or his team, I’m just like sure yeah okay bro whatever you say

Imagine you’re the daughter of the king and queen of a powerful realm that has always had good diplomatic relations with Asgard. Your parents and Odin and Frigga often visited each other’s realms, often bringing you, Thor and Loki with them. You and Loki were very close and had eventually fallen in love. When Odin found out, he’d forbidden Loki from stepping foot on your realm and interacting with you, fearing your relationship would harm the diplomacy.

Years have passed. Your spies had been letting you know what’s been happening with Loki while you were separated. Just after Thor and Loki avenged their mother, and Loki was returned to prison, your mother, your last living relative, has passed away, making you queen. Finally, in power, you decided to do whatever it takes to get Loki back.

You arrange a meeting with Odin and threaten Asgard with war unless Loki is released to your custody. Odin initially refuses, but some time later he caves in under two conditions:

1. Loki is never allowed to step foot on Asgardian soil again.

2. Loki will be stripped of Asgardian citizenship and claim your realm’s, so if he’s ever caught in Asgard, he can and will be treated like an invading alien, and dealt with accordingly.

You agree, and the deal is made. You go straight to Loki’s cell. The two of you have a heartwarming reunion. When he asks what you’re doing there, you tell him you came to help him, and remind him of a promise you two made to each other years ago - that you would always look out for each other.

When you arrive in your realm, he asks about Odin’s conditions for his release, and you tell him, honestly, what his adoptive father demanded in return for his freedom. Despite hating Odin, Loki is heartbroken. You tell him that this is his home now and that he never has to be alone again. You say it’s okay if he wants to leave, that you have no intention of forcing him to stay here if he doesn’t want to, but he tells you he’s grateful for what you’ve done and agrees to stay.

You ask him to be your king and rule your realm alongside you, as equals, something he never was with Thor, and he says yes.

The last day of a year is like this.
This year was meant so much for me.
It brings so many emotions, so many wonderful feelings and amazing creations I have seen from @rem289 @aoimotion @crewefox @eightspartans @reddoshirousagi06 @tycarterart @yasminoliveira534 @impano @pierrerougemont @peanut-k @anneliesedraws @taylorillustrated @scottwatanabe @ziegelzeig @birchly @zooijiness @fourthdimension99 @helthehatter @judylavernehopps @trashasaurusrex @ky-jane @kisu-no-hi @sami01 @sanjiseo @andyourteeth @cakeezz @nicolaswildes @spintherella @progressoftomorrow
special creator for me is @nekomimiranger with his so heartwarming fanfics that warms my days and sparks an inspiration all the time he did a headcanon 😄😄😄
I have made SO MANY FRIENDS above also included @pyrophoricitee @cloudyloudy @xfurou @foxnickwylde @fox-comics @thatzootopianfox
These year brings me many illness as well and disturbing stuff I was learned from to be stronger and better.
I am glad I have made it till 2017 and thank you, 2016 to made me draw amd express myself ones again. Thank you for stopping me to be afraid of my horrible English and just keep speaking, thank you for tough situations you were putting me in so I can learn from it, thank you for everything you did for me.
And I just want to wish you HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
And hurray for 2017!!!

An anecdote for all the animation students about to graduate;

I see all the student films flooding my dash so I guess it’s that time of year again, and I know that can mean some emotionally racking things ahead. I know everyone’s path to success is different but I’ll just put this story out there for people in case it offers anyone any solace.

So at Sheridan when you got in (or at least when I did eleven years ago) you were given a number grade attached to your portfolio from 1-100. 60 automatically got you in and 56-59 put you on the waiting list. I was at the very bottom of the waiting list with a 56, and planned to do art fundies for a year to build a better portfolio and reapply. I ended up getting into the program the day before classes started, I was the last person who made it in before they closed the gate that year. 

For whatever a numerical ranking of skill attached to artistic ability can be worth, on paper I was ranked as the absolute weakest and most unskilled artist in my peer group.

And, to be honest, it fucked with my head a lot. I worked really hard and found my strengths and managed to hammer out my foothold as a contender. I’d like to think at least that the people in my year don’t just remember me as “the weakest and least likely to succeed”, anyway. But when I graduated into the writer’s strike and the economy collapse of 2009 and even basic retail jobs were impossible to find, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel like every failure and missed job opportunity was proof that I really was The Worst and had wasted four years of my life, thousands of dollars, and an immeasurable amount of mental anguish trying to convince myself otherwise. I worked as a waitress in a greasy spoon diner with red vinyl seats and a checkerboard floor. I found reasons to love my job, to stay positive (even though I had that anxiety monster strangling me every moment of every day reminding me that I had never been good enough and art school had been a delusional waste of money), I worked hard on improving my portfolio, I kept throwing lines out for jobs, I forced myself to manage my crippling fears of talking to strangers so I could learn to network, I made a conscious effort to learn how to build portfolios that played to my strengths and resist the urge to put down my own work when I was trying to sell myself as a worthwhile employee. 

I always had that albatross around my neck, “you were empirically and mathematically proven to be the worst”, but I made the conscious effort to figure out and emphasize my strengths to employers.

In October of 2009 I got a job doing inbetweens on Ugly Americans for Comedy Central. The producer told me that it came down to me and two other guys for the job, but I just had a great attitude. By the time the first season of the show ended, my “great attitude” and stonecold work ethic had gotten me promoted to character design, storyboards, character layout, and keyframe animation. Almost immediately after the first season wrapped up I was hired by a studio in Hollywood, and now I’m a board artist at Cartoon Network.

I won’t say “work hard and you can have everything you ever wanted” because I completely acknowledge that I’ve had a lot of lucky lightning strikes in my life, but I will say don’t let the expectations of failure that people will stack on you choke you out. Speaking as someone who was Literally The Worst at one point in their life, a lot of good things can come from focusing on the positives, resisting the urge to lick your wounds and wallow in failure, and put a concentrated effort into figuring out how what your strengths are and how they make you valuable.  

Remember that when it comes to creative endavours “most talented” or “best for the job” is very subjective and doesn’t necessarily equate to a quantifiable number of years worked or 1-100 technical ability score. It can have a lot to do with attitude, work ethic, unique perspective, life experience, so many things that can’t be taught in school or ascribed a numerical value. There’s no single path leading to a single success goalpost. Even if you aren’t following the one you thought you would take you aren’t “a failure”, and your perspective and contribution to creative arts however you decide to make it is uniquely yours. You don’t need to win a Best At Art ribbon before you can be A Success™, and you can find a way to claw out your own little nest in the art world even if you don’t fit the profile of what you always expected a professional artist to be.


I spent some time looking back at my content here from about half a year ago, and made a quick comparison to what I’ve been putting on the page for the last month. The delta isn’t pretty. I don’t see a lot of funny or light out there right now, and therefore I’m not creating a lot of it, either. (Whether I ever succeeded at that is another debate I’d rather table.)

Whatever this blog has been, I think it’s fair to say it’s been an honest reflection of how I feel. That’s sure to continue until he shuts down the Internet. Ergo, this isn’t going to be a Happy Place for the foreseeable.

So here’s an STM to everyone reading this: I’m giving you a free out. This probably isn’t what you signed up for. If this little corner of the Internet is too negative for you right now, there will be absolutely zero butt-hurt on this end if you need to avail yourself of the unfollow button for your own self-care. I really do understand. Namaste.

anonymous asked:

I can understand why people are feeling anxious. All the fuckery last year has created, for many, a residual doubt in the integrity of Cait and Sam. We want to believe the best (and in their inherent goodness) but know that games were played (for whatever reason) so Cait appearing at the BAFTA without Sam raises questions (especially given his questionsble taste in 'buddies' in 2015-16). SC looked liked a genuine couple on the T2 red carpet. I think it was real & not another con.

Well that makes two of us. I think that everything Sam and Cait have shown us has been genuine. From the closeness and flirting that they show each other, to the professional and distanced appearances that they have had with others. My ship sails and has for a long time. It’s up to you what you see and what you believe. Take all you cues from Sam and Cait and your ship will be fine.