it was hard to find a funny moment

There’s a lot to say about Jingo, and I wish I was in the right headspace to really write coherently, but I’ve been sitting here with this text post open for about half an hour trying different sentences and finding that none of them quite fit what I’m feeling.

There’s a lot of anger in this book. It’s hard to notice, sometimes, because it’s also an incredibly funny and ridiculous book. There are a lot of jokes! But some of those jokes come to a sharp and unexpected point. That scene with Detritus and the Riot Act is hilarious; it’s got Vimes at his most dry and sarcastic and it’s got Detritus methodically picking up a man and using him to hit a bunch of other men. But it’s also got that sharp moment when one of the men claims that Klatchians have killed people, and Vimes asks “who?” and the man falters and says “…everyone knows they’ve been killing people!” and that’s such a familiar sounding phrase that it pulls you up short.

And any conversation between Fred Colon and Nobby is going to be hilarious, and there is nothing funnier than watching Nobby quietly make a fool of Fred’s casual ignorant racism. He doesn’t even have to try hard! But then: “You know we’re better’n Klatchians. Otherwise what’s the point?

There’s so much of that in this book. Little moments, that betray the frustration and anger behind the entire plotline. When I first read it, I was thirteen, and didn’t notice most of it. But I distinctly remember reading for the first time that scene between Carrot and Goriff:

“We can tell which way the wind is blowing,” said Goriff calmly.
Carrot sniffed the salt air. “It’s blowing from Klatch,” he said.
“For you, perhaps,” said Goriff. 

I’ve never forgotten that. That was how I remembered Jingo after reading the entire series and going back again. There are others that hit me harder now (the “they are us” passage in particular) but this was the scene that telegraphed perfectly to me the bitterness and frustration in this conflict, in watching it, in living it.

And then Jingo gives us what we all want so badly, the whole time, watching this play out. Vimes puts his foot down. He charges in. He arrests the leaders of the opposing nations. He arrests the armies. He stops it, he ends it. And there’s still frustration, there has to be, there’s no way everything can get better overnight. But he saw how stupid the whole thing was and he made it stop. There’s anger in that, too, because it’s what the angry part of us watching the conflict wants to have happen. We want to arrest the armies. We want to arrest Lord Rust and Prince Cadram and everybody like them. We want to end it, and we get to do that alongside Vimes. If only we didn’t have to put the book down afterwards.

I need to make some space for my own anger at the end of this tirade here. Reading the tags on some of these posts, a huge number of them echo the same core sentiment: “relevant.” And it is. It’s so relevant. And I’m so angry. Because it shouldn’t be. We shouldn’t still be here, watching the pebbles bounce. We shouldn’t feel an aching familiarity in the words of a bigot declaring that “everyone knows” something completely made-up, or in a family leaving their home because the people around them are claiming it doesn’t belong to them. Why are we still here. Why is this still happening. Why is this still relevant.

I’m extremely glad to have this book, as an excellent story and excellent social commentary, to be relevant in this time. But I still wish that it wasn’t.

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Okay the idea I had for a fic (I couldn’t possibly write) is that Lena finds out about Lex having a 18 mo child and she becomes the baby’s legal guardian (she adopts them later ofc), and her and Kara aren’t together yet but they’ve become more close than what we’ve seen in canon so far. Kara helps out a lot with this new change in Lena’s life having found out not only her brother has a child she is now responsible for, she now has this chance of having somewhat a second chance? 1/2

And Kara is there by her place a lot, they get together you know the drill. Basically a bit of angst regarding Lena’s feelings about the entire situation and *lots* of Supercorp domesticity and them acquiring an adorable child and getting together in the process. If this isn’t your cup of tea would you let me know? 2/2

She was led into an office and left alone with a cup of lukewarm coffee for nearly fifteen minutes before the door opened to reveal Maggie Sawyer.

Lena couldn’t exactly help her eye-roll.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, detective, but I was under the impression your job involved investigating aliens in National City, not just Luthors.”

“Brr,” Maggie said, grinning as she sat down in the seat next to Lena. “You know, I’ve heard of the world famous icy Luthor charm, but damn if those descriptions don’t do you justice.” She leaned back in her seat, arms crossing over her chest, still grinning—much to Lena’s annoyance.

“What are you doing here?”

“You may find this hard to believe, but I’m here for you.”

“Funny, I do find that hard to believe,” Lena said, leaning back as well. “Can you tell me what’s going on at least?”

To Maggie’s credit, she looked conflicted for a moment, like she was actually debating on telling Lena the truth.

“I can tell you that I really want to be here to see the look on your face,” she finally said, shrugging a little. “And also because I promised my friend who works for social services that I wouldn’t leave her alone with you.”

“Social services? Why would—”

She was interrupted when the door opened again, a small woman with short hair entering the office with a vaguely worried expression on her face. It was obvious she was the friend Maggie had mentioned, if the tiny smile Maggie gave her was any indication. Lena watched her settle into the only empty seat left—across the table from Lena and Maggie—and clasped her hands together, sitting up straight and meeting Lena in the eye.

“Ms. Luthor,” she began, her voice gruffer than Lena expected. “My name is Sarah Wilkins. I work with Child Protective Services. I’m here to speak with you about Ally.”

Lena blinked, not following at all.

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Alexandra Peters, your niece.”

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A plus size imagine where Y/N has always been too much for everyone. Everyone except Harry.

“Have a good night everyone,” she yelled behind her to her joyous group of friends. One of her arms waving drunkenly to them and the other latched onto her boyfriend. “Stop shouting Y/N,” the sober boy next to her sounded bitter. Her face fell, but she was good at hiding. He always told her to be quiet or sit still, but she went along with it because at the end of the day they’d go to his apartment and fuck and she couldn’t let that go.

She felt good tonight. Actually, she felt better than good, she felt marvelous. A silk flowy slip adorned her heavy body making her look sexy, something she didn’t get to feel often. She drank just enough to feel loose and happy. She was drunk, but still able to comprehend what was going on around her. The best part of the night was that her friends were laughing along with her and dancing like no one else was in the club. She loved the feeling of being loved.

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i love love? how easy going noora and sana’s conversation was? and how talkative they seemed with each other, how simple and funny and relaxed it sounded. you have these two girls who have a hard time opening up, who are going through some struggles at the moment but you can tell that they find comfort in each other’s general presence and words. it’s good when these two talk, it’s good for them, and i hope we get to see that healthy bond they share become even stronger 

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“How about we try this, kitten. I’ll fuck you until you can’t even remember anyone else who’s been with you before, and you can give your daddy a blowjob better than anyone else has, hm?”

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Bullet journal quotes part II

hello! Because part I has hit 4K notes in so little time!!, I decided to keep it coming for you guys with new themes, hope you enjoy them! ♡ 

If you don’t know, these are quotes to decorate/use in the bullet journal, and are super useful for those moments when you desperately want a quote to relate to something but can’t seem to find one. You can use them for a source of beauty, wisdom and inspiration. Part I featured: dedication/work/motivation, finances, love, positivity, health and some funny ones.


  • “Dreams do not come true just because you dream them. It’s hard work that makes things happen. It’s hard work that creates changes. So ditch the dream and be a doer.” - Shonda Rhimes
  • “All progress takes place outside the comfort zone.” - Michael John Bobak
  • “With self discipline most anything is possible.” - Theodore Roosevelt
  • “Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment.” - Jim Rohn
  • “Discipline is remembering what you want.” - David Campbell
  • “Just do it.” - Nike


  • “Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.” - Finley Dunne/Cesar A. Cruz/ Banksy
  • “Every artist was first an amateur.” -  Ralph Waldo Emerson
  • “I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.” -  Vincent van Gogh
  • “Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.” - Pablo Picasso
  • “Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth.” - Pablo Picasso
  • “Art is always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the same time the immortal movement of its time.” - Karl Marx


  • “Education is the most powerful weapon wich you can use to change the world.” - Nelson Mandela
  • “Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education.” - Martin Luther King
  • “Study without desire spoils the memory and it retains nothing that it takes in.” - Leonardo da Vinci
  • “The roots of education are bitter but the fruit is sweet.” - Aristotle
  • “Learning never exhausts the mind.” - Leonardo da Vinci
  • “Education is not the learning of facts, but the training of the mind to think.” - Albert Einstein
  • "Education is that which remains, if one has forgotten everything he learned in school.” - Albert Einstein
  • “Education is not preparation for life, it is life itself.” - John Dewey
  • “Education is the movement from darkness to light.” - Allan Bloom


  • “As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?” - Cassandra Clare in City of Ashes
  • Behind every successful women is a substantial amount of coffee.” - Stephanie Piro
  • “Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.” - Matty Healy
  • “A morning coffee is my favorite way of starting the day, settling the nerves so that they don’t later fray.” - Marcia Carrington 
  • “It is inhumane to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity.” - Dave Barry
  • “I don’t really like coffee but I don’t really like it when my head hits my desk when I fall asleep either.” - Brian Andreas
  • “Insert coffee to begin.” - Unknown
  • “Drink coffee and destroy.” - Unknown


  • “Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.” - George Carlin
  • For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.” - Virginia Wolf
  • “Feminism isn’t about making women stronger. Women are already strong. It’s about changing the way the world perceives that strength.” - G. D. Anderson
  • “I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures.” - Jane Austen in Persuasion
  • “Feminism is the radical notion that women are human beings.” - Cheris Kramarae

If you have any suggestions for new themes, feel free to drop them in my ask box! :)

Google made me proud today.

A little while ago, I was on a mission to show a friend of mine the best doggo in the world, Chica. I began to type ‘mark fischbach chica’ and as Google tried to read my mind, as it always does, I froze and tears welled in my eyes.

‘mark fischbach changing the world’ now at this moment I was mid sentence on Skype so my friend started to panic slightly because of my sudden pause. When I finally found my voice again I explained what had caught me off guard. To which my friend replied, “Why did that hit you so hard? The guy does charity work right?”

Years of watching Mark, all the skits, all the let’s plays, all the goofy stuff that falls in the mix as well, even if I didn’t necessarily like the video or find it particularly funny I always watched from beginning to end to show my support for his channel. Not because I was staring at his face [though he his a looker], not because of being his biggest fan [though I’m probably up there], not even just to have background noise [I like to actually watch the videos]. I would watch them in their entirety because maybe the money made from that time watching that particular video would enable him to do his next big event that would save people’s live by giving them the hope they had lost, fund another charity so its research could go on and maybe even find a cure, all of that and more.

Today I watched his PAX East panel, not in person sadly but live on twitch. At the end when it appeared he was going to break down and cry [all while I’m pointing and screaming at my TV for him not to cry over and over again because though I know he’s crying because his heart is full of joy and pride, it makes me tear up too, dang you Mark] His ending remarks both filled me with happiness and sadness.

Mind you now in the Skype call, showing pictures of Chica has fallen to the back burner [sorry Chica-bica] and I had began rambling about all the different charities Mark has helped raise awareness and money for, how his channel has become this massive community full of love and kindness and were only able to what it is today because no matter what video you click on of Marks, be it his oldest videos or one he posted a few hours ago, behind those dick jokes, infectious laugh, screams, two-finger defense strategies, and everything else; he’s still just a man who wants to change the world.

My exact words before the Skype call was ended with my friend saying I’m gonna go check out this guys videos [got you a new subscriber Mark! Woo!] were, “I froze when I saw that come up on the auto-complete search results because it’s amazing. I froze and damn near started crying my ****in eyes out because this man who one a daily basis calls himself a goof and acts exactly like a goof, is changing the world. Whether it’s meeting a sick child who is a fan of his videos, doing a live stream, going out and meeting his fans and doing skits that include them, answering questions at conventions, or just making people like me be able to smile from the comfort of my home and give me the strength to fight impulses that would be damaging. He preaches over and over again that to him we’re the heroes, hell he put it on the sleeves on his charity shirts, he’s too humble to admit that he is the hero or that he’s made his friends: Bob, Wade, Jack, Ethan, Tyler, etc. heroes as well for pushing for the goals with him and all coming up together with new and amazing ways to both entertain and improve the day to day life of everyone who will watch and listen.” 

I sat here for a few minutes minutes, got my screen cap cut down to size, made sure it wasn’t too illegible. As I began to type my post, my Skype rang, it was my same fiend from before. I imagine the time lapse between end of call to now beginning of new call was maybe a total of two hours give or take.

I answer and all I hear are tears. I am instantly in [who do I need to kill] mode. After they calm down they explain they just searched for emotional play through’s. My mind immediately goes to ‘Presentable Liberty’, ‘That Dragon Cancer’, ‘Anxiety Attack’, among many others I could think of that could be labeled emotional. 

After an awkward silence they asked, “What possessed this man, who has known such great tragedy and loss in his life to do everything he does for others.” I smiled, we were on video chat so they saw and then looked at me with confusion. “The answer to that one is easy, I think he’d agree. He’s seen difficulty, just like all of us, and THAT is why he continues to do it. He strives to make the burdens of this world less heavy on our shoulders, he raises money so that the sick can be mended and go home and play with their friends, he makes personal vlogs looking into each and every one of his fan’s eyes, tears brimming with whatever emotion he’s conveying so we all know he is there for us, he is proud of us, and he will never stop working to change the world.”

My friend nodded at me then told me they were gonna go rest on it, maybe watch a few more videos before laying down. I just made a terrible joke about FNAF [I will spare you the joke, trust me, it was bad] then the Skype call ended once more. 

Now I’m left here with these thoughts in my head. Earlier I mentioned the PAX East stream, one of the things Mark said before leaving the stage was, “When we’re gone, you’re next.” Now this turned into jokes being made and all that because that’s what Mark and his friends do, they cut up and have a good time. It was the way he said it that stuck with me. Like he’s prepping all of us to take this bright, burning torch when he decides to step away from youtube as a career and that brings him almost to a blubbering mess because of all we’ve shown him we can do so far, I think he believes that whenever that time is. Whether it be a year from now, two years from now, or more; he knows that the community that he never dreamed he would have and be part of will continue to do what we do best, because we learned it from the one and only Markiplier.

Change the world.

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 4

nA/N: Hey, lovebugs! I just wanna thank you all for the feedback and hope you enjoy part four. Remember, 100 notes for the next chapter and make sure you drop feedback in my inbox. This ones a bit longer since some requested for it to be, so i hope you guys like it.

**Warning**: Smut(a blowjob to be specific)

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“No, you didn’t!”  Connor yelled as you told him about the details of your day. Felix on the other hand was laughing so hard he turned red and was curled up on the floor.

“What’s so funny?” You laughed along with them, taking a sip of Felix’s famous martinis. Living next door to a bartender that also happened to be your close friend pays off.

“You made him cum his pants on the third date, how lovely.” Felix laughed.“ I’m just surprised you’re even going through with this whole ordeal.”

“I am too. I don’t know what happened today, I felt so…” you trailed as you tried to find the right words to describe what you felt in that moment.

“Dominant and sexy?” Connor smirked as he took a sip of his own drink.


“Trust me, I know. I’ve loved the feeling from the first time and still do four years later.”

This caused you to widen your eyes in shock as Felix’s face flushed red. You shifted your eyes from him to Connor who still held a smug look on his face and back to Felix once again.

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Title: Teeny Bopper Date Bait (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader and Peter are used for observation purposes on a fake date, one that Natasha and Tony secretly hope will become real.

Word Count: 1964

A/N: This request was so much fun + I tried to make it a little different and i really like it. I hope you enjoy! 

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Ok so I was going to reblog this and add on, but I want to deviate a little from the original post, and specifically address a comment made in response to it. But the original post is here (x).

Alright so this is the comment from @mrsgilbertholtzmann I want to touch on just a little bit:

Now I’m going to start off with yes, there is absolutely truth to this comment in the sense that with it being one singular movie, where there are four main characters, this means there is limited screen time to truly flesh out individual characters and give them back stories - because plot, and action etc. This can be wonderful for fandom, look characters for us to really delve into and play with, create head cannons on their history, how they would act in certain situations etc. So no we cannot truly say what the creators of the movie TRULY intended. BUT we can work with what we are given. This is what the original post is actually about.


1. Holtzmann is not fantastic with feelings. Her speech at the end of the movie makes this one pretty obvious straight off. It’s very rehearsed and stilted. She does not speak with easy nor comfort. 

Physics is the study of movement of bodies and space and it can unlock the mysteries of the universe but it cannot answer the essential question of what is our purpose here and to me the purpose of life is to love and to love is what you have shown me. I didn’t think that I would ever really have a friend until I met Abby and then I feel like I have a family of my own and I love you, thank you.

Two other aspects of this scene often ignored, firstly Abby’s face during the whole speech for starters, but this face right here, this is the exact moment where Holtzmann says she didn’t think she would every really have a friend until she met Abby. 

This is completely new information to Abby. They’ve been friends for potentially years depending on your views of canon timeline. But Holtzmann has clearly never spoken about her past in great depth, not enough to reveal she’d never had friends or even a good family environment.

Secondly the sound Holtzmann makes once she’s done and sits down, and the fact she won’t even make eye contact with any of the others as they acknowledge what she has said.

This is someone really uncomfortable with sharing her feelings and any potential response she receives. 

2. The majority of the movie Holtzmann only engages in conversation when it is about the science, either loosely or directly. Beyond that it’s jokes (primarily at Erin’s expense) or comments made to another character/s. Now this one is probably a little vague. But hear me out, I’m going to define conversation as being an exchange of ideas, thought, or feelings between two or more people. I’m also going to add on to that, being involved in a discussion means contributing more than a line here or there.

Now not every interaction Holtzmann has would be classed as a discussion. So just a couple of examples.

The speech we just looked at, not a discussion, she said what she wanted to say, then closed down, there was no exchange of thoughts and feelings, it was one sided.

Her first scene, where she introduces herself to Erin, other than really the opening statement, and the occasional remark to Abby. Most of this scene is Abby doing the talking.

The ghost in the subway, Holtzmann actually engages here a little more than she has thus far, but it’s about the science, the equipment she’s created and what needs to happen.

The same can be said for when they’re trying out her new toys in the alley (both times)

Holtzmann has the least amount of lines in the movie that the other three ladies. Most of her lines are short and amusing. But note when I say amusing here I mean it is amusing to us as an audience (which is a whole other thing).

3. Science is her safe place. This one is fairly obvious, its clearly somewhere she often retreats to. The movie takes place over a very short timeline yet Holtzmann has created all these wonderful toys to play with within that time. Now don’t get me wrong she’s very good at what she does, but that’s a lot of time she’s spending on this stuff. Science is also where she feels most comfortable to engage with new people. It’s where she’s happy to be open and talk more (as I just covered off.

Things Holtzmann is not:

1. A sex god - this is not canon, this is not implied at all. Feelings and sex for some are absolutely two different things. So saying Holtzmann is bad with feelings does not automatically mean she cannot also be a sex god. BUT the fact that Holtzmann is bad with feelings, and does not easily engage in conversation with new people other than science based conversations indicates that meeting and having sex with random strangers is probably not something she is doing on the regular.

2. Always knows what to say and it’s hilarious - consider what you actually find “hilarious” about Holtzmann. Think about the moments in the movie really hard. Now ask yourself this question, would you find that line, that action just as funny if you were in the scene, if it was real life. You’ll probably find if you really give it some thought, that answer is probably no. That’s because what’s funny about Holtzmann is humorous to us as an audience ONLY.

3. Makes you gay - now talk about a problematic statement right there. Now where to actually start here. So sure it’s all fun and games to say I was straight until I saw this person and now I’m gay. It’s humorous, everyone has a good laugh, and it’s overused something shocking. What you are implying is being gay is a choice, it is something that can be changed about a person. I’m going to assume that the majority of the people who will read this post would define their sexuality as something different from strictly heterosexual. Now consider how you feel about been told that your sexuality which might have taken you years of heartache, anguish, and struggle to come to terms with, is really only just a choice. It’s laughable even. Ignoring all of that though, again you’re projecting a lot of your outside opinions onto a character. If you met this awkward, admittedly attractive, science geek, in horribly mismatched clothing and coloured glasses, are you going to automatically think “well shit I never realised this but I’m totally gay!” Probably not, let’s be real.

In summary YES we can all have different head cannons of Holtzmann, or any of the other ladies, they don’t all have to be the same. We all do see different things in the movie. BUT there are some clearly defined aspects of Holtzmann’s character from the movie being actively ignored or twisted. 

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So the first little while when viktor arrives in hasetsu he thinks yuuri must be super popular because his phone keeps buzzing and lighting up but really its just a bunch of game notifications



During practice, Yuuri’s phone won’t stop vibrating. It’s sitting on the half-wall at the edge of the rink and every time Victor utters a single word it’s vibrating again. Yuuri glances over self-consciously at it. It’s starting to get ridiculous.

“Do you want me to turn that off?” Yuuri asks eventually.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Victor lies. There’s a dull throbbing of jealousy in his mind–is it a boyfriend constantly texting him? Or just friends? Does this happen all day, every day?

The phone is always upside down, until one day when Yuuri checks it and leaves the screen facing up. He leaves to go speak to Yuuko about something, and Victor’s curiosity takes hold. He’ll just peek, he tells himself. He won’t read anything.

There are messages from Taylor.

Taylor, Victor thinks, the name already harboring a bitter taste in his mind.

Taylor. Taylor who? Taylor is talking about space or something–why would he be doing that? From an app called Lifeline, not even Yuuri’s default messaging app, which is ridiculous, because–

“What are you doing on my phone?”

He turns around, and perhaps picking up Yuuri’s phone hadn’t been the best way to clear himself of culpability. “Nothing.”

Yuuri takes the phone out of his hands and checks it. He unlocks it, types something back to Taylor, probably. Victor feels the bitter jealousy from earlier eating away at his insides, tries to dampen it, but it’s to no avail. Obviously Yuuri cares more about Taylor than he does for him, so how could–

“What’s wrong?” Yuuri asks suddenly. “I’m not mad at you, but why were you looking at it anyway?”

“Who’s Taylor?” Victor questions, because he has to know.

Yuuri blinks at him.

(A moment passes. Then two, then three.)

He starts laughing. Hard, uncontrollable, clutching his ribs. Victor doesn’t find this nearly as funny. He sets his jaw, keeps his shoulders stiffened. He’ll admit, being mocked like this by Yuuri hurts, but if Taylor truly is his boyfriend, Victor will respect that.

“Taylor is from a game, it’s called Lifeline,” Yuuri explains, showing him the screen. “Look, it’s like… It’s like they’re trapped on a mysterious planet and you have to help them figure out how to get out of there. The decisions you make could either hurt or help them. They never say Taylor’s pronouns, I don’t think, so it’s not even necessarily a guy.”

“Oh,” Victor realizes, slowly. “So Taylor isn’t your boyfriend.”

“No. But if I did have a boyfriend named Taylor, would it matter?”

Of course, he thinks to himself. He doesn’t verbalize it, but Yuuri seems to hear his answer anyway, chuckling. He squeezes Victor’s arm, comforting. “Don’t you know that I’m taken?” he asks.

Victor’s frown becomes more heavyset, he feels the pain dragging his whole body down. “Oh–I didn’t know.”

“By you,” Yuuri finishes.

“By me?”

“By you.”

Victor laughs and lifts him up, twirling him around and kissing his cheek. Yuuri flushes, and Victor keeps his hands on Yuuri’s arms even after he’s set back down on his feet. “So Taylor is on a planet?” he asks, leaning over the phone.

“They’re trying to figure out whether they should walk clockwise or counterclockwise around this crater,” Yuuri explains, leaning his head on Victor’s shoulder. “Their life could depend upon it.”

“Yuuri… This feels like a lot of pressure.”

“It is, Victor. It is.”

(From then on, every time Yuuri’s phone buzzes, they both sprint over to it.)

If you can find something funny, even the slightest bit funny, in a moment where the rest of you is a ruin of anger and confusion and sadness - the moment lightens.

(Another little headcanon: Pike loves the fun buns and wants them in all the time but Vax still has to help her because those things are hard and anyway it’s nice to have someone do your hair.)

Why the MCU missed the boat when it came to marketing Hawkeye...

Much like many other Hawkeye fans, with each and every new Marvel movie that is released, we hold our breath and hope that our favourite bandaged, broken badass will actually be allowed to come out of his shell and be, well, HAWKEYE.

He’s gotten a lot of flack as a character, usually due to his stiff, stoic, far-too-serious portrayal in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. But I came up with ten reasons why Marvel and Disney REALLY missed the boat when it came to marketing Hawkeye, and why he could’ve been just as popular and well-loved a character as Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, and all of the other characters that are branded as the “real Avengers”, whilst poor Hawkeye and Black Widow are typically removed from merch and ignored by the marketing department.

The first thing that really interested me about Hawkeye, and the thing which upset me the MOST when it wasn’t included in the MCU, is the fact that Clint Barton is almost COMPLETELY DEAF in both ears. In Earth-616, he’s been deafened several times over, having it surgically fixed on one occasion and having special hearing aids constructed by Tony Stark on another. It baffles me why Marvel and Disney wouldn’t want to promote a deaf superhero to children who may also share the same disability and would take great solace and comfort in seeing a badass superhero with the same affliction as them. Here’s to hoping Clint comes too close to a violent explosion in Civil War

My second favourite thing about Clint Barton as a character in a setting such as the Avengers team is the fact that he is absolutely, unapologetically, unashamedly, 100% HUMAN. There is nothing enhanced or supernatural or magical about him, he doesn’t rely on a high-tech exoskeleton or technologically advanced suit – he’s just a normal dude who happens to be able to keep pace with superhumans, legends, and gods due to his incredible archery ability. And not just keep pace – unlike in the movies, in the comics Clint is an essential and critical member of the team, despite the fact that he’s not in any way special. If that’s not inspiring to the everyday person who feels like they can’t accomplish anything compared to their friends, I don’t know what is.

The Hunger Games, Arrow, Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, Tomb Raider – archers are sexy, and pop culture is LOVING them. I never really understood why Marvel chose not to push their own badass bow-slinger given the reception received by DC Comics’ Oliver Queen and District 12’s Katniss Everdeen.

The hardest thing to get through to people who have no idea who Clint Barton is beyond Renner’s reluctant, rigid acting is that Hawkeye is NOT a character who stands on a rooftop as a silent, deadly badass, shooting off arrow after arrow with a stoic face behind his sunglasses. Hawkeye is the most self-sabotaging, hapless, ridiculous, damaged, broken fuck-up, who spouts cocky one-liners and does his best to make it through life in one piece. Who can’t relate to a character like that?

Matt Fraction’s work writing for Hawkeye, particularly in alliance with David Aja’s artwork (which captured and reflected Clint’s personality PERFECTLY), has really put the kooky superhero on the map as one of Marvel’s best. Don’t believe me? Go buy Hawkeye: My Life As A Weapon, read it, and get back to me!

In the world of Marvel comics, Hawkeye rises to the task of training, coaching, and sometimes even acting as a personal therapist towards many of the new recruits to the Avengers. He’s a staunch supporter of Captain America, and would follow him to the ends of the earth. But one of the best relationships Clint has is with his sidekick Kate Bishop, whom he worships and respects for her skill despite the fact that she’s much younger and much less experienced than he is. I am praying that the Russo Brothers give Clint a bit of a mentor role with the newbies in Civil War and touch more on what we saw between him and Wanda Maximoff at the climax of Age of Ultron.

If you’re a comic book fan who believes in equality between the sexes, and you’ve never heard of The Hawkeye Initiative, you need to check this shit out RIGHT NOW! In order to combat sexism in the way female superheroes are drawn and portrayed, artists across the Internet have been redrawing the ridiculous poses women are often drawn in (usually a butt-shot), but replacing the heroine with Hawkeye instead. This has given Hawkeye more of a reach than people think, as most Internet-goers who know their memes will have heard of him before even if they aren’t an Avengers fan.

Hawkeye is one of the mouthiest Marvel characters (Deadpool aside, obviously), but I suppose it’s hard to find time for the side characters to act as they normally would when all of the funny moments, comic relief, and good witty one-liners are given to The Only Four Avengers Disney’s Marketing Department Thinks People Are Capable Of Caring About. Blah.

If you don’t know who Kate Bishop is and you like strong, independent, badass female superheroes, you’ve been missing out and a Google search or a trip to the comic book store is very much in order. Kate spends most of her time (when she’s not helping run the Young Avengers) running after Clint, telling him to stop being a screw up, saving him from various bad guys, and assisting him more like a PARTNER than a sidekick. He even let her keep his name, figuring she was badass enough that she’d earned it – you gotta love a guy without an ego complex! I’m still hoping Kate Bishop will eventually show up in the MCU… and that she isn’t destroyed in the same way Clint was.

While a lot of us can empathize with Tony Stark’s self-destructive tendencies, or Bruce Banner’s anxiety and rage issues, I firmly believe that Hawkeye is the type of character who, if given a proper and equal shot at the silver screen, could capture the hearts of children and adults everywhere for one simple reason: we’ve all been Clint Barton before. We’ve all been a self-sabotaging, hapless, ridiculous, damaged, broken fuck-up at some point in our lives, and this charming, sweet, cinnamon roll of a character is exactly what we need to remind ourselves that while we aren’t in any way perfect, while we are flawed and broken and are struggling to get through life, that’s okay. Because even without superpowers, you still matter. You’re still important. You’re still a superhero!

anonymous asked:

Top 10 bls?

Okay so these are my personal favorites in no particular order:

  • Takumi // these are the movies that got me into BL; if you’re disappointed by movie 1 don’t worry, the main couple got recast in the second one and everything got 200% better
  • Hormones // the iconic phu & thee have been my blog icon for ages and the spot is well deserved, my heart literally broke for thee; it’s also my favorite thai series ever
  • No Regret // a classic korean queer movie: dark, hot, sometimes cute but also very much insane
  • SOTUS // one of the better thai BL series with good acting and an interesting story; someone buy me a pink milk!
  • Eternal Summer // I will always remember the bed scene in this movie has one of the hottest in asian BL movies; the ending is a little to vague for my taste but it’s still a beautiful movie about youth and friendship
  • Life Is Beautiful // I couldn’t believe I was watching a korean drama with a serious gay relationship which was portrayed as beautifully as it was
  • Lovesick // everyone has probably watched or at least heard about this series, it was the start of the BL based on a novel trend; it’s super cute and full of iconic moments like the scooter washing scene
  • Seven Days // favorite japanese BL movies after Takumi; I remember finding this very funny specially the first movie
  • The Lover // this drama had no business being as good as it was; the ending scene made up for the lack of a real kiss :’(
  • Yandaixiejie no.10 // probably my favorite chinese series, just wish it had a better ending

Dude this was so hard :o

anonymous asked:

can i request a scenario with bakugou where his crush is always so happy and positive and energetic in class but one day he goes to their dorm room to hang out and he hears crying and they start venting about how they feel like no one likes them and are all faking it? i've been going through a rough patch recently and nothing's really been helping except a lot of your posts, so thank you for that!

Hello lovely and of course you can! I very much hope your worries will treat you kinder from now on and if you ever need to get away or you want to vent, you can hit me up. For now, I hope I could write this at least somewhat well enough and please remember: You are wonderful. You are lovely and you have a wonderful heart.

Bakugou feels horribly ill equipped as he sits down beside his crush, who wipes tears from their cheeks. He’s feeling very shocked as well, scowling in hidden worry and wondering who or what could have possibly upset them like this.

A moment later, his crush spills what’s going on and Bakugou clenches his hands in his lap, unsure if they would welcome him touching them or not.

“And I’m just thinking…is anyone really liking, me when I’m faking it?” They draw in a shaky breath, staring down at the knees they pull towards their chest. “I just don’t know what to do.”

Bakugou is silent for a long second, his thoughts racing. With a rough exhale, he drags a hand through his hair.

“I fucking like you, okay? And I don’t give a fuck what other people are going to think, because you know what?” He straightens and looks right at them, his face in a determined scowl. “You are a fucking good person, okay? Forced positivity or not, I find you genuinely funny and fucking comfortable to be around, no matter if we’re talking or not.” He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words and it’s damn hard, but fuck, he’s going to do it. “You fucking accept me the way I am, and I will do the same for you.”

Hesitating for a moment, he reaches out and grasps their hand with one of his. “If you’re happy, you’re happy, if you’re not, then you’re not, I’m fucking fine with either way. Just…” He sucks in another breath. “It’s going to be fucking fine. The others and me, we’re going to fucking understand it okay? It’s okay to be sad; it’s okay if you open up towards us when you want to. I’m not going to let you down and I’m fucking sure the others won’t either.”

He reaches out with his other hand and wipes a tear away with a soft brush of his knuckles. “You’re not fucking alone, okay? I have your back. Whatever happens, I won’t leave you hanging.”


In those early hours of the morning, Gladio was actually awoke feeling as if he as cold, like something was missing. A look of confusion pulled across his features for a moment before noticing what the problem was, you were no longer laying by his side. In a moment of panic, Gladio clambered from within the warmth of his sleeping bag and jumped from that tiny tent.

It was such a relief for Gladio to find you sitting on those lawn chairs beneath the beaming moonlight, the campfire was beginning to die down now but you continued to sit there, rubbing your hands together and gazing out at the plains around you. This concerned Gladio because you seemed to be deep in thought and that was never something good when you would begin to overthink things.

A small clearing of a throat came from the back of his throat as Gladio moved to take a seat on a chair beside you. “What the hell are you doing up?” He grumbled, the burly warrior wasn’t angry with you for a second, he was however incredibly tired. “It’s pretty cold out here. How about you come back in the tent and I’ll find a way to warm you up~” He offered in that jokey but flirtatious way.

The way that you didn’t really react to something that would make you so giggly only made Gladio even more concerned, frowning heavily in your direction and taking note of that distant look on your features. “Alright, what’s going on with you?” He asked in a blunt way, never one to beat around the bush.

“Nothing is wrong with me.” You responded and that only made Gladio look at you in a way that told you very clearly that he didn’t believe you. Another roll of your eyes and you responded. “It really is nothing. It’s stupid…” You kept trying to assure him but eventually, you caved. “I was having trouble sleeping because… because I was thinking about…” Then you were forced to think of the right words. “I was thinking about how you could literally have any woman that you wanted but somehow you have decided that you want me…”

For a moment Gladio remained quiet, pensive almost before looking across at you and simply replying. “Yeah.” Before creasing his brows. “Why wouldn’t I want you?”

A guffaw slipped from your throat before you responded. “Are you serious?” Blinking at him a couple of times. “Look at you. Look at all your muscles, you barely have an ounce of fat on you…” At this words, Gladio seemed to grin proudly and you understood why the man worked hard to keep himself in the best physical condition. “Now look at me…” Your voice was much more sullen now, dropping your gaze to the ground. “I’m the opposite of you Gladio. I can’t understand why you want to be with me…”

In that next moment, Gladio rose up and moved to be kneeling in front of you, taking both of your hands and then forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stop.” His voice was firm. “I want to be with you because I know that you are the sweetest, most kind, amazing person that I know.” He informed you without even skipping a beat. “I know that when I’m down you’ll be there to pick me up, I know that you’ll have my back no matter what, I know that you’ll keep me on the right path.”

Now little tears were gathering in your eyes before suddenly the burly man yanked you forward, bracing his hand firmly on the back of your head and kissing you with such intensity before pulling away. “I love you. There ain’t nothing you can do to get rid of me now…”


It was a rather peaceful night in the camp, apart from the fact that the boys wished to play a rather rambunctious game of Justice Monster V which had come to an end when Prompto had a little tantrum and almost flipped the table they were playing on. It took Noctis and Gladio a bit time to tidy everything away but after that, they soon disappeared back to their tents too.

That very pleasantly left you sitting out under the moonlight whilst Ignis was cleaning down his cooking equipment. It was actually really sweet to see what great care that he took of his things, making sure they were all cleaned thoroughly before stacking them carefully away.

All the while there was a silence between you both. It was clear to you that he was thinking intently about something. After a couple of moments, Ignis turned to you with a thoughtful look pulling across his face. “Love, may I ask you a question?” He quizzed, wandering over to take a seat beside you. “I noticed that you didn’t really eat your meal tonight. Did you not like it?”

You knew how much of an insult it was for you to avoid eating Ignis’ meal and the last thing that you wanted to do was hurt his feelings. “No, no. I really was enjoying it.” You quickly informed him, leaning forward to take both of his hands. “Honestly, it was delicious. I was just a bit full.”

A crease formed on his features before responding. “Yes, but you only took a couple of bits.” He commented and you found yourself frowning one against, pulling away from holding his hands and receding back into your chair. “Is something wrong? Are you not feeling well?” He questioned in a way that showed so much concern.

A small shrug came from you then. “No, nothing is wrong.” You assured him but Ignis wasn’t going to take was a dismissive attitude as an answer. Ignis moved to be knelt before you, placing one hand on your knee and then the other engulfed your hand, rubbing your skin soothingly. “I’m on a diet.” You informed him.

“A diet?” This only made Ignis even more confused. “My love, you cannot possibly sit here and think that you possibly need to be on a diet. That is preposterous.”

This only caused a scoff from the back of your throat before you replied in a sharp way. “Well, it isn’t preposterous to me.” You stated in a low way, trying your best to avoid looking him in the eye, this was difficult for you to talk about as it was without having to look into his inquisitive eyes. “I look at you and me… I just wonder why someone like you would want to be with someone like me.” You commented in a tiny voice.

It was as if your words stunned Ignis momentarily, gulping hard and tilting his head. “Excuse me?” Blinking at you before reaching up and placing a finger under your chin, very delicately raising your head to look him in the eye. “That is preposterous to me. Why on earth would you even think something like that?” The light haired man pressed, confusion running across his face.

A moment passed as you searched your mind trying to find your words. “What I mean is…” You took in a swift breath before replying. “You’re so handsome and funny and smart. Anyone in the world would be lucky to have you, but… you want to be with someone like me?” Your voice squeaked against your will. “I’m… I’m bigger than you-”

Ignis just gazed at you for a moment, as if you had personally insulted him, creasing his brows and shaking his head. “Of course I want to be with someone like you.” He then pinched your chin and pulled you closer towards him, staring directly into your brooding eyes for a moment and then continuing. “I’m lucky to have someone you like and I do not want you to ever forget that. Your personality is the only thing that matters to me. The only thing. Do you understand?” You opened your mouth to refuse but Ignis just repeated the words obviously wanting a response from you. “Do you understand?”

“I understand.” You responded in a very little voice, staring across at him before the svelte man yanked you close and pressed a hard kiss to your lips, groaning into it for a moment. “I understand, Ignis. Thank you~”


The motel that you had all decided to stay at was practically in the middle of nowhere, there was really much entertainment around, so you watched the lads play a lively game of Monster Hunter V before grew bored, or tired and they all headed back to their rooms, leaving you alone in a room whilst Noctis wasted his money at the vending machine down the end of the dingy hallway.

When the Prince finally arrived back his arms were literally filled with snacks, balancing them in his arms, using his elbows to open doors and his feet to slam them shut again, grinning over the mountain of snacks as he clumsily wandered over and dumped them onto the bed. “Alright, I think I got everything…” He commented. “I got some of your favourites too…” He announced.

For a long couple of seconds, you just gazed at that mountain of package sugar and carbs, trying to count in your mind just how many calories were packed into each and every delicious bite. As if on cue your stomach growled loudly to inform anyone listening just how hungry you were and just how much you wanted to dig into that food Noctis had brought.

Carefully the Prince moved around the bed and took a seat, flipping on the TV and grabbing a packet of gummy candies. “Why on earth would you buy all this food?” You questioned, creasing your brows and looking across at him. “How could you be so clueless?” A hiss fell from your lips then as you quickly rushed past him and into the bathroom.

It was a mixture of your words and your quick exit that made Noctis concern, dropping the sweets and rushing after you, standing on the other side of the door, bracing his hands against the door and saying. “What have I done? What’s wrong?” He jiggled the handle but it remained locked. “Can you let me in? Don’t you want to talk to me?” He questioned with so much concern on his face. He really was clueless.

On the other side of the door, you stood there, staring blankly into the mirror whilst little tears rolled down your cheeks, stifling the hiccups that wanted to desperately leak from your throat by covering your mouth. “No, I don’t want to talk.” You told him in a firm tone, grabbing a warm towel and drying away your tears in a quick swipe. “I just want you to leave me alone.”

A long pause filled the room and for a moment you thought that Noctis had done as you had wished but instead he began speaking again. “I’m not going to leave you alone, not when I know you’re this upset.” He jiggled the door handle again. “Please, will you let me in?” A deep sigh came from your lips as you moved across the room, unlocking the door and pulling it open to see a very concerned Noct standing there. “Babe…”

“Don’t…” You whisper turning around and moving further into the room tying your arms around yourself. “I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I’m sorry for snapping.” You informed him in a gentle way. “I really thought you had taken notice about how I had been watching what I was eating the last couple of weeks. I’m trying really hard and when you come back with a bunch of candy it just makes it so difficult for me.”

Now that you mentioned it Noctis had noticed that you had been eating a lot more veggies lately, even taking the ones from his plate that he had been avoiding. “But why?” He questioned confusion on his face before moving towards you, reaching out to gently take your elbow, caressing the skin soothingly. “Why would you be watching what you were eating?”

A little sigh slipped from your lips. “Because I’m trying to lose weight.” This seemed to spark something in Noctis, creasing his brows and looking at you. “I’m trying to be thinner. I’m doing everything I can but-”

Suddenly a pair of lips pressing against your own stopped you from talking, Noct held the back of your head and pulled you into that searing kiss for a moment just holding you there. “I’m sorry.” His voice was tiny as he pulled away. “You’re doing a fantastic job and I’m sorry if I have made this any harder for you.” He stated, cupping your features and gazing across at you.

In that next moment, Noctis tied both of his long arms around your form and pulled you close, smiling down at you. “I don’t think you need to do this. I think you’re perfect just the way you are…” He placed a tiny peck on the tip of your nose. “But if you really want to do this then I’m going to support you every step of the way. Hell, I might even eat some veggies too… but only for you.”


Whilst all the lads had been calming down after a long day of exploring you had disappeared into the bathroom, taking a long shower to soothe your aching bones, washing all the dust and muck from your hair and the blood from the little battle scars scattered across your form. This was always the best part of the day in your opinion.

As you took a step out of that steamy shower and grabbed that fluffy towel to wrap around your body, you listened to what was happening outside of the room. It was actually unusually quiet, with the murmuring sound of the news of the TV filling up in the other room you just assumed that the boys had ended whatever fun they were having and called it an early night.

A tiny smile pulled across your features as you gently moved across the room to pull the scales away from the wall and took a deep breath before stepping forward to the plate. This time you were really hoping that you would see some kind of difference, something that would really let you know that what you were doing wasn’t sure nothing.

In a very hesitant way, you tilted your gaze down to take a look at the screen displaying your weight and instantly you were filled with regret. Not only had you not lost any weight but you had somehow managed to gain some too. “What?” You squeaked in a gently way before quickly dragging yourself off the scales, feeling almost betrayed by your own body.

This was a hard pill to swallow because you were trying to do everything right, by the book but somehow all that you were doing wasn’t enough. “Hey, babe…” A small knock was on the door and it startled you. “You mind if I come in? I wanna take a shower.” Prompto informed you and carefully you moved across the room to unlock the door. “Hey there beautiful~” He purred seeing you in just a towel.

It always amazed you that Prompto found the way to say the perfect thing when you needed it. Giving the blond a tiny smile as he reached across to place a kiss on your lips. As he stepped around you Prompto creased his brows as he sat a set of scales on the ground, looking across at you. “Everything okay in here?”

“Sure.” You responded in a tiny way before turning around and following his gaze. “Oh, are you asking about that?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “It’s nothing. It was stupid.” You informed him which only lead Prompto to turning around to gaze across at you, really searching your face for the answer he was looking for. “Prompto-”

“I knew it.” He whispered in a gently way. “That is why you’ve been getting up early, right? You’ve been going on morning runs?” He quizzed and you remained quiet. “And that’s why you’ve been avoiding everything on the plate but veggies?” The look on your face got so sad for a moment, gazing down at your bare feet and pursing your legs. “W-what’s wrong?”

A couple of stifled hiccups came from your lips before you replied. “Y-yes, I’ve been doing all those things, but they haven’t been doing me any good.” You informed him before gazing up at him with such an intense sadness in your eyes. “I’ve been trying so damn hard but it hasn’t gotten me anywhere. I checked today and I gained weight!”

In that next moment Prompto leapt over to wrap his arms around you, not caring that you were still slightly wet from the shower. “Hey. Hey. It’s okay.” He rubbed your back soothingly. “I know exactly what you’re going through, okay? I get it. I really do…” He sighed and pressing his face into your neck. “When I was younger I had a problem with me weight. It was really difficult but I stuck with it and I managed to pull through.”

This made you sniffle gently as you creased your brows, pulling away to gaze at Prompto and replying. “R-really?” He nodded gently.

“Really.” He responded with a tiny head nod. “I think that you are the most beautiful person in the world and I think you’re the strongest person I know.” The blond informed you with so much certainty in his voice. “I want to make sure that you’re happy and healthy. I’m going to help you with this. I want to help you with this – if you’ll let me.” His voice was tiny as he moved forward and placed his hands on your waist, squeezing gently. “It hurts me when you’re not smiling. I want to be the one to help you smile again.”

This only made a tiny smile pull across your lips, tilting your head and gazing up at him. “You’re sweet and… I think your help will really get me through this, Prompto. Thank you.” Moving forward you planted a sweet kiss on his lips, humming for a moment before pulling away.

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Let Me Go (part 1)

This is the first part of a three part mini fic I found in my docs and decided to share. I have lost a little motivation with Shape of You, so I’m taking a slight break and writing other things. 

Hope you enjoy.



It started as a simple statement. I told her I thought it was time. I didn’t say what it was time for, but she got flustered. Her cheeks turned red, her lips formed a thin line. I always told her I was just passing through. When we met, I felt something. It was a spark, a fire I had never felt with a girl before. But I didn’t know how to stay, I didn’t know how to settle down. Even if this girl wasn’t like all the others, I was still the same old drifter. That’s why I never talked about forever.

Nesta seemed okay with that. She never asked me how long we would do this, she just seemed happy to wake up beside me every morning. Her steel blue eyes were more beautiful than anything else I had ever seen. No matter what I was feeling, how hard I knew I was falling, I knew it would all come to an end. I wouldn’t let myself get attached to her. I couldn’t, because if I got attached that meant she would get hurt. I couldn’t hurt anyone else in my life, not after losing everyone. I was a bastard, I had no one to call my own. I couldn’t ask Nesta to live that life.

Still the days turned into weeks and I was still sleeping in her bed. I would wake up with her alarm and  watch her get ready for class, wondering where I could find some of her passion, her determination. I never cared about something as much as she did. She loved helping people, her eyes always sparkled when she came home from working with her kids. I could tell one day she’d make a great mom. Which scared me, because I never thought that far ahead.

I was a drifter. I was a dreamer, thinking I could find something meaningful for my life if I kept moving. I would pass through towns, usually a lot faster than I passed through this one, and find a girl to pass the time with. We’d have some fun, usually spend more time tangled up in between sheets than outside. I’d get my fill and be done with her and my time in that place. Then I’d pick up and leave without attaching to anyone or anything.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Red, the All-Knowing-One, Sorry to bother you! I was wondering what would you recommend for someone starting digital art, which program is the best for you, are there any art books in general you think helped with your art, any tips, that sort of thing..? Thanks in advance, I find your art lovely, when I have any money (won't be soon, broke college student here) I'll buy all your funny Solas mugs, they are perfection!

Well, as I’ve mentioned before I work mostly on Photoshop, most specifically Photoshop CC on it’s latest version. Photoshop is the best art tool I can think of at the moment but I know for people who are only starting now it can seem a bit daunting and complex. It’s hard to learn how to master it, I understand.

So a good alternative for beginners is Paint Tool Sai. It’s a good program, functional, easy interface, and a bit limited for professionals but more than enough for beginner and intermediate levels. I believe you can get it for about fifty bucks but uh…-whispers- If you’re broke and can’t afford it here’s a link to a free download for it:

-Paint Tool Sai English Pack Download

I responded another ask on this topic not long ago and you can find some more information there, I’d recommend you to check it out. Here’s the link to the post.

In terms of art books I own…too many. I like to buy art books for most video games I enjoy, for example, since there’s so much to learn from concept artists and such. But if you want illustration books that are actually tutorials, then I recommend the  Digital Painting Techniques ones. There’s loads of them and very specialized depending on what you’re most interested in (character creation, environments, creatures etc).

But honestly, end of the day what will help you most is your own drive and passion to learn. Check out youtube tutorials, learn new techniques, and watch speedpaints. Snoop around for new art supplies, and practice. Practice loads. Sketch every day if you can.

I’ve been considering recording some tutorials myself, I’m still working on that, but since I get so many questions I gathered the easiest way to answer sometimes would be to just… show you how I work. We’ll see about that.

I hope that was of help, let me know if you need anything else~