it was just really hard to colour nice

Manicure Tip #1: If you ever flood your cuticles or get too much nail polish under your nails while you’re wrapping the tips, or don’t have the dexterity to paint a smooth, intentional gap, you can just take an orange stick or something and kind of run it along the edge of your cuticle while the polish is still wet to make a “cut” that separates the polish from your skin. This is helpful because if you “glue” your cuticle to your nail bed, the polish will peel right off because it didn’t adhere correctly. You want a slight gap, even if it’s just enough that the area still moves slightly without being stuck in place by polish.

Manicure Tip #2: If you pull out your pocket knife and use the flathead screwdriver to clear nail polish out of your cuticles in front of a straight dude, he WILL lecture you about how that’s not what it’s for, as though he legitimately thinks you don’t know what the fuck a MANLY, MANLY screwdriver is and were such a HORRIBLE, FEMININE airhead that you assumed your cute little knifey poo came with nail care tools just because it also has a file.

Manicure Tip #3: Like, seriously, who insults the intelligence of someone with a knife.

Manicure Tip #4: I mean, I didn’t stab the dude, but I super could’ve.

Manicure Tip #5: Seriously, man, you think I don’t know what a screwdriver is because I wear nail polish? It’s called overcoming functional fixedness, ya’ dick.

Manicure Tip #6: It should be legal to stab people, but just like. A little bit. Like maybe you cut a button off of their shirt or fuck up their bangs and you go to court like, “This fucker for reals thought I didn’t know what a screwdriver was.”

Manicure Tip #7: The L.A. Colors “Color Last” nail polishes are really nice if you go for the lighter colours, but the dark ones have that kind of jelly-looking transparency that makes them hard to get opaque in under four coats. But at less than two dollars a bottle, you really can’t be too upset about it. Brush size is a little much, hence the cuticle flooding, but still a good product for the price point.

If I’m a Saint, Then You’re Heaven

Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan.
Word Count: 11,068
Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut
A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you’re uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It’s easy to tell when they’re going to get it on and it ends at the ’-’ and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to @insanityplaysfics for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you @phandommother for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :’)
Title Creds: Cement - Citizen
Read it on AO3


Phil didn’t know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn’t particularly care about, shit that didn’t really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let’s be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word ‘sex’ in the title.

He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.

The teacher didn’t bat an eye. Heads didn’t turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.

(He didn’t understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word ‘sex’).

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Asking your crush out isn’t always simple… especially if the artist uses a freaking strange colour palette! *angrily stares at the artist >.>*

I just wanted to draw something™ (which usually is either some DM or OC stuff), because work was hard (and long af) and I struggled with different things, started about 4 sketches and scrapped them … until I settled with this simple thing, because time is running out and I already have to go to bed in a few moments for working again tomorrow x(


Seasons may change, winter to spring…
But I love you until the end of time.

His Name [4]

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Words: 7k
Genre: Angst, Multiple Personality!Au
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.
→ Inspired by the Korean Drama - Kill Me Heal Me
Warnings: Topics of mental health. Mentions of death, suicide and medical disorders. 
Disclaimer: Although this piece of work required lots of in-depth research and was attempted to be as accurate as possible, at the end of the day, I am not a psychologist and this is fanfiction. Specific things may be altered or exaggerated for story-telling purposes. Please take all medical terminologies and procedures with a grain of salt. 


His grin has never been bigger.

And it’s contagious, making you smile wide into the apples of your cheeks.

Parchment lines the plush grass, the warm sun embraces your form. Your hair is tied back, the sparse front strands are clumped together in colours, stains streaking across your forehead. But you don’t pay any mind, not when your hands are covered in paint and the brush is held between your fingers.

Every time you steal a glance from the boy, the tip of his tongue sticks past the seam of his lips and his eyes are trained concentratedly on his canvas. “Don’t look.” He mutters quietly, noticing your stare but not looking up from his artwork.

You let a laugh slip. “What? Are you painting me?”

“No.” He sharply quips in embarrassment. “Just don’t look…until I’m done.”

“Alright.” You add a few finishing touches to your own artwork, deciding to splatter some vibrant yellow in the middle. That’s when a thought suddenly strikes you. “Hey, Jungkook.”


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So I’ve had a few questions in the past asking how I colour my pictures and I’ve FINALLY got my ass into gear to create this post showing how. I’m pretty sure those with better equipment and more experience with digital may well cringe at my technique, but I sadly have to make do with what I’ve got and, at the very least, it gets the job done.

The example I’m using for this is my Phantom of the Opera Batjokes pic which can be seen properly here

1. So the program I use is GIMP. If you’ve not heard of it, it’s free art software that works like a basic version of programs such as Photoshop and can be downloaded online to pretty much any computer.

Once shaded, the drawing is scanned and opened up in GIMP. Now for this picture there is a lot of black and it looks messy as Hell and once upon a time I would’ve coloured all the black in with pencil but, to be honest, its just easier to colour the black in digitally and it saves my poor little 4B pencils from having to work quite so hard.

2. I'm very particular with the order of how I draw my pictures and colouring is no different. The first thing I colour is always the skin and it’s literally a case of putting the opacity level down pretty low and then just colouring over the section. It’s basic but it works :D

If I want a picture to be particularly vibrant I’ll adjust the opacity but generally I stick with keeping it quite low so the detail of the shading underneath isn’t lost.

3. Then it’s on to the Batsuit, which is usually coloured a pretty blue, because it fits in with the comics pretty well and I just like the way it looks, really. Of course my main go to reference for the suit is from The Dark Knight because I just frikkin love that Batsuit! Although, for this picture I’ve made the nose of the cowl more pointy because I thought it would fit in with the period feel more.

4. Now for Joker, it’s actually kinda hard to see any colour on there, but if you look carefully between this pic and the previous one you’ll see a difference:

The reason I use the turquoise for his skin is because with everything else coloured in, his skin kinda looks dull and lifeless if left untouched. But the hint of colour gives it a nice almost metallic effect that I really like. Of course the opacity is extremely low, because anything more would leave him looking like a Smurf and I think even J would struggle to pull off that look!

5. Now it’s on to the hair and eyebrows for J. I don’t have a set green I use, it differs depending on the kind of J I’m using and pretty much how I feel at the time. I do often go more towards the bluish hint with the greens though, cos dat purdy.

With the hair it’s usually one layer of colour, before highlighting a few strands just to make them stand out more. I don't often make the eyebrows as vibrant as the hair because it’s a bit much for the face otherwise.

6. And now one of my favourite bits to do! J has messy make up in this pic (which I always enjoy!) and instead of the normal paintbrush tool I use for everything else, I go for the airbrush one, just to make the smudged lipstick more realistic and to keep the edges soft.

For his eyes, they’re green but I add yellow highlights to make the green seem more acidic, cos J’s eyes ain’t just any ol’ green!

7. And then it’s colouring in J’s suit and, yeah, he may be the Phantom, but he still likes purple! It’s exactly the same process as the rest, just slapping the colour over the top.

8. So, with all the colouring done, it’s time to adjust the contrast and shading. I use the burn tool for that and just generally go over the entire picture two or three times until I think it looks right.

9. And then I fill in all the black sections…

10. …before colouring in the background and then using the burn tool again just to go over any parts that I think need a little extra adjustment, mainly around the eyes and the hair, just picking up the shadows that need to be a little bit darker.

11. Aaaaaaand we finally get to this! The finished product!

I’m just gonna take a moment to squee over how happy I am with the mask! I was worried at first, but after shading it looks ok woohoo! 

So I hope that was interesting and now you finally know all my arty secrets! (They’re absolutely not all that secret and pretty simple and basic but *shrugs*). If there is anything else you wanna know feel free to ask and as always thank you, thank you, thank you for all the support and kindness, it means the world to me. Y'all gorgeous!!!!


ID #42490

Name: Grace
Age: 20
Country: New Zealand

Hi! I’m a second year uni student, I really like what I study but it can get really lonely sometimes. It would be nice to talk about the hard stuff with a penpal, though I also seem to wax poetic about simple stuff like drinking coffee at work in the mornings. I LOVE baking, reading, and being creative - I knit, I’m just teaching myself to sew and I’ve done creative writing a bit in the past. I like over-analysing things for themes, discussing sustainability, and complaining about the minimalist black/white/gray colour palette the fashion world seems to be having atm.

Disclaimer, I am a Christian so if you want to talk about God stuff I’m dead keen, though no pressure. I also just like talking about ~ deep ~ stuff in general so yeah. Hopefully this doesn’t come off as sickeningly pretentious

Preferences: 18 - 26 ish I guess? I’m not too bothered. I’d prefer snail mail for the satisfaction of having a physical letter but I also love instant gratification so email works too

So I wrote some fanfiction of the Blitz Boys - specifically Tala and my headcanon about his mother. Read on!

Okay so I decided to come out of my shell and write some fanfic after a while, so I’m a bit rusty. It’s a one shot and not too long. I hope that you guys will find some time to read it and hopefully shall like it. If you do read it, please leave some feedback if you feel like it. It’s always nice for us writers to know that we’re not screaming into the void. 

Please keep in mind that this fanfic is based on my headcanon which you can find here. There might be a bit of swearing here, so fair warning to all. Also I’ve used dub names. I’ve written it in two small parts on this post itself. So it won’t take a lot of time to read. Happy reading and thanks!

P.S. I have imagined them as fully grown adults here. Not written them as per their anime/manga age.


Part 1

“Ballerinas? Really? You bought a fucking magazine on ballerinas?”

“What? C’mon, Bryan. If they can twist and turn the way they do while dancing, imagine how flexible they can be elsewhere,” said the petite young Russian, winking at his skeptical teammate. The constant downpour outside did nothing to dampen his spirits as he put the magazine on the table and snuggled up against the wall next to his chair under an enormous blanket that could have easily been mistaken for a carpet.

“Ohh, you do not want to say that in front of Tala,” said Bryan, shaking his head. Kneeling down on the floor, he pulled the ottoman away from under Ian’s feet towards himself, causing Ian to scowl and mumble an indistinct, “Oi!”

Bryan ignored his younger teammate’s protest and relaxed his legs on it.

“Anyway. Why wouldn’t I talk about it in front of Tala? ’The fuck would he have to say about that? It’s not like I make eyes at him for his choices or question his kinks,” said Ian, rolling his eyes.

“Kinks? Tala? Please,” said Bryan, chortling.

“What? Even someone as mysteriously quiet as Kai is a serial bangeroo. Don’t tell me that Tala’s a saint,” said Ian.

“Oh no, Tala’s as much of a saint as Boris is a legitimate member of the clergy, but the guy’s asexual. You know that too. Give him a break. Or is the concept too difficult for you to wrap your tiny head around?” said Bryan, frowning.  

“Why are you always so defensive about Tala? It’s like you’re in love with him…oooh, Bryan wuvs Tala,” said Ian, teasingly.

“What are you, five?” said Bryan, disdainfully, refilling his glass with some more vodka.

“No, he’s just a twenty year old with the IQ of an intoxicated hamster,” said a slightly rough voice from behind them.

A burly young man walked into the balcony carrying an oddly discoloured sack over his broad shoulder.

“Ah, Spencer. How nice of you to make an entrance with your…whatever that is,” said Ian, unenthusiastically. “So, were you out there knocking out people’s teeth and labelling them in alphabetical order for your personal collection?”

“No. Don’t be ridiculous,” said Spencer, dismissively. “I don’t label them in alphabetical order. I just keep them all in colour-coded jars.”

“You know, with you, it’s actually hard to say when you’re joking,” said Ian, passing Spencer a drink. “What is in that sack, anyway?”

“I bet you my right nut that it’s a collection of some really questionable DVDs,” said Bryan, chuckling.

“I could add your teeth to my collection. Maybe we could tape that on one of my blank ones?” suggested Spencer, cheekily.

“Aww Spence, are you being threatening? Weren’t you the one who cried watching Harry Potter?” said Bryan, mockingly.

“Well, Dobby really was a nice elf!” protested Spencer.

“Cut the crap, guys. What’s in the sack?” said Ian, clearly impatient for an answer and disinterested in all the banter.

“Flyers,” said Spencer, flatly.

“Flyers? For what? Are you trying to enter the Mr. Russia contest again?” said Bryan.

Spencer dropped the sack on the floor and aimed a kick at Bryan’s shin, but Bryan lunged out of his chair before he could touch him.

“Oho…someone shares my taste in bendy ballerinas,” said Ian, pulling out a flyer from the sack that had fallen at his feet.

Bryan’s face turned serious for a moment and he looked at Spencer curiously. “Why do you have a sack full of flyers about ballerinas?”

Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. Ask Tala. He asked me to pick it up from that collector near the electronics store. These are really old flyers. Almost as old as us.”

“Where is he?” said Bryan. As calm as he tried to sound, there was a hint of panic in his voice.

“Why do you ask?” said Ian, noticing the change in his tone and expression.

“Answer the goddamned question,” said Bryan, impatiently.

“I don’t know. He went for a walk. Try his cell,” said Ian.

“His cell’s at a repair shop, you forgetful little shit,” snapped Bryan.

“Whoa…what’s got you all riled up? You sound–”

But before Ian could complete his sentence, Bryan had already left.

Walking down the staircase towards the gate, only one thought kept echoing at the back of Bryan’s head. He’s figured it out.

Part 2

Snow and rain. These were the two things that he had bitterly cried about on several occasions in his somewhat distant past when he was out on the streets, scavenging for food and hoping that some kind stranger would lend him a blanket to sleep in with his friend. But now he walked over the damp, slippery road with an umbrella in his hand knowing that if not anything else, the snow was at his command.

He had very little memory left of his time before the Abbey. The few scraps of it that had remained in his mind after Boris’ efforts at deleting them were like tattered photographs that floated about in a dark unending void – unfathomable and unconnected. Sometimes he felt as though Bryan remembered snippets of their time before the Abbey – maybe even about his family. But for some reason Bryan never talked about it and he never asked.

It was also not entirely unexpected for him to find that there were no official records of him or his family anywhere in the databases of the government. Boris was a man with infinite connections in high places and it was not too far-fetched for him to imagine the depths to which he would have sunken to dehumanize the boys and turn them into his slaves.

Walking down the musty lanes of Mardov, an old forgotten street in a corner of Moscow, Tala debated with himself for a moment as to whether or not he should close him umbrella. Even as the rain had stopped, the water, that had collected over the slanting rooftops of the houses on either side of this unusually narrow lane, kept cascading down over his head mercilessly.

He slipped his hand into the pocket of his trench-coat and pulled out a small newspaper clipping.

Faced with a severe cash crunch, acclaimed former ballerina Olga Ivanova-Lipovsky to tutor prospective ballerinas at her humble residence at Mardov Studio.

Tala glanced at the title of the clipping again and sighed. As a celebrity himself, Tala had never been much of a fan of such tabloids. So it was with much disdain that he had read through the article to find out about the colourful and possibly exaggerated life of this once exuberant and well-known ballerina. It was riddled with stories of her period of substance abuse, multiple affairs, political involvement, four failed marriages – including one abusive marriage from which she claimed to have escaped after her drunk husband had beaten her, done everything to extinguish her career and relegate her to nothing more than a ballet teacher – and two children. One alive and pursuing a career in architecture and one dead.

One dead. Tala pushed down the lump in his throat and proceeded to walk down the lane, wrinkling his nose. The stench on the street was unbearable.

He had wondered for several years, as he had watched Wolborg materialize, as to why his bit-beast was different. His bit-beast was artificial and was created at the Abbey according to what would be compatible with him. Yet, by tapping into the minds of his teammates, Boris had created bit-beasts that symbolized nothing more than the creatures that were best suited to their personalities.

He had even summoned Wolborg and tried to connect to her spiritually, hoping for some answers. But the only reply that he had got to his question of why she appeared as a woman whenever he released her was, “Watch me, little one.”

Her answer had confused him to a significant degree until the rather odd dream that he had had one night about a beautiful red-haired woman twirling around endlessly to Tchaikovsky’s tunes. He had woken up bathed in sweat the next morning, utterly befuddled, and since then had devoted himself to finding out the connection between his bit-beast and ballet.

Watch me, little one.

Under all his layers of warm clothing, the voice inside his head still ran a chill down his spine.

After almost an eternity of walking and silent contemplation, Tala came to a sharp halt near a window. A board with the word ‘Lipovsky’ hung from a nail on the door next to it.

Unable to help himself and unsure of whether he could bring himself to ring the doorbell, he peered in through the window of the dimly lit room.

It was a quaintly untidy room, with clothes strewn all over the couch and books lying open on a table with tiny cigarette butts surrounding them. Frowning, Tala looked at the wall. A number of photographs hung from the wall – some with pictures of the red-headed ballerina smiling and dancing, and some with another young red-headed girl standing next to her.

However, it was the last photograph that really surprised him. Tala gasped as he saw a photograph of himself holding the Beyblade World Championship trophy hanging right next to the photograph of his mother. An unwitting smile appeared on his face and he stared at the photograph in complete disbelief.

“Pick up your clothes from the couch, Nina,” said a sharp voice from inside.

Tala instinctively moved away from the window and hid by the door, carefully positioning himself in such a way as to be able to continue to look into the room.

“I’ll do it, mama,” said a young woman in a bored voice, entering the room.

Soon after, a middle aged woman glided into the room, with a cigarette in her hand.

A wave of indistinguishable emotions, both happy and sad, washed over Tala as he stared longingly at the woman who stood inside the room chiding his half-sister. Even as she was barely forty five, there were visible wrinkles on her face and a hint of cynicism in her eyes. Be that as it may, she was still breathtakingly beautiful, and age and her battle with addiction had done little to rob away the grace in her step and the touch of youthfulness in her smile that he had seen on the flyers containing pictures of his mother.

Tala felt his fingers inching towards the doorbell when he was broken out of his reverie by Nina’s voice.

“Mom, Alex drew a portrait of me and framed it. But where do I hang it? Just look at how cluttered the wall is. There are no more nails to hang anything from!” said she, irritably, waving a rather unflattering sketch of herself in front her mother.

“I’ll make space,” replied Olga, casually taking off Tala’s photograph from the wall and tossing it into the small dustbin by the couch.

The frame shattered inside it and for a moment, Olga glanced at it and frowned. Then she looked at her daughter and gestured at the wall, before walking away without another word.

Tala felt his hand shaking as he lowered it from the doorbell. An unexpected tear trickled down his cold cheek and he took a step back, feeling strangely crushed.

“Need a drink?” said a familiar voice from behind him.

Tala glanced over his shoulder to see Bryan standing there looking at him sympathetically. He hastily wiped his tear and turned around, his expression as cold as it had always been.

“You knew,” said Tala, unceremoniously.

Bryan shrugged. “I did.”


“Your family is waiting for you with a couple of bottles of vodka on the balcony, you know,” said Bryan.

Tala made no response and quietly joined Bryan as they walked back past puddles and patches of snow.

“Tell anyone about this and I bench you,” said Tala, coldly.

“Aye, captain,” said Bryan, smiling.

For a brief second, Bryan could have sworn that there was a smile on Tala’s face as well.

You’re welcome, buddy, thought Bryan to himself, as they made their way together through the unforgiving weather towards home.

Kaisoo wolf!AU fanfic rec


wolf!AU, alpha!jongin, human!soo

fluff, smut, mentions of mpreg, knotting, SEXUAL TENSION

ongoing; 13/? chapters

There is no way I could not mention this fic. I’m very happy that the author (the same one who wrote Ramyeon Rendezvous) decided to come back and write again. 

Description: Kyungsoo is just a human whose scent drives the young alpha completely insane. 

Mating Politics

wolf!AU, alpha!jongin, omega!soo

fluff, smut, pwp

completed; one-shot; ~5k words

Description: Kyungsoo just had to go into heat on a full moon. Jongin was chosen as the sacrifice in pack negotiations. 

The Tainted Claim

wolf!AU, vampire!AU

alpha!jongin, human!soo

side pairings: hunhan, baekyeol

completed; 20/20 chapters

To be honest I really like the way the author writes. (I love how long her chapters are) I also recommend  her office!AU fic Concupiscence.

Description: Purebloods have always lived in fear of the Tainted: the vampires and the werewolves. But all is not as it may seem, as Kyungsoo finds out on a nightly walk in his quiet little town.

Alpha and Omega

wolf!AU, alpha!soo, omega!soo, abused!soo

side pairings: baekyeol, taoris, hunhan

completed; 18/18 chapters

I think I need to read this one again. I only remember first chapters but not what happened then, lol. Oh well.

Description: One already lost his hope of ever finding his soul mate, the other didn´t even think he has one.But the scent was too strong.

Violet Silk

wolf!AU, royalty!AU, arrangedmarriage!AU

alpha!jongin, omega!soo, age!switch

ongoing; 6/? chapters

This is one of the fics that I have currently subscribed but I’m not sure how it will turn out later. Too little events happened in my opinion. 

Description: In a world where omegas were treated like possessions, Kyungsoo thought that despite being an omega, being born in the royal family could save him from that fate, and he couldn’t have been more wrong… He was arranged to marry or better said sold to King jongin and while many people believed that he was lucky to be In that position, he couldn’t see it from their point of view.

I got to admit it has a very nice poster! I really like the colours! 

In Time

wolf!AU, alpha!jongin, omega!soo

cold!soo, patient!jongin

completed; three-shot

I love this one very much.

Description: Kyungsoo is waiting for his gut to untie it’s self from the anxiety it’s swallowed, for his heart to quit betraying his mind, and the heaviness lurking in his throat that made it hard to breathe to go away. He wait, he waits, and waits. To run into something that has proved his waiting was not in vain. But, that hope is scary and silly - it will just bring him more suffering. He’ll end up hating himself more for tricking himself to think that even for a second the world would ever be forgiving for someone of his lowly status. And for someone like Jongin to suddenly truly care about someone like him. Little does he know that Jongin just wants to kiss way the bruises left from Kyungsoo’s past to allow the omega to trust again.


I thought I had more wolf!AU fics to recommend hm… I will forever cry because Kaspian took down Fumes. I loved that fic.

Anyway, please give authors lots of love, upvote, subscribe and leave nice comments!


quick n dirty brush tutorial for a friend and also for my own posterity 

Some other featured brushes: 


i use Staedler and Derwent for almost all of my sketching and inking - they’re pleasantly toothed so even when you’re doing very clean inking there’s still a really nice texture and life to the line. Derwent is good for fur and feathers and other more organic and natural materials where staedler is a good all-rounder for everything. 

>Raphael/Burn Copic 

I use Raphael mostly for like accents so it was really hard to show that here without it being just incidental


Coffeekey can be a bit tetchy to play with but here i was constantly playing with the opacity and colours - i was using it both as a kind of coloured pencil by leaving edges and colours distinct but also kind of like an acrylic glaze by layering colours on top of each other at very low opacities to change. I really like this brush and it’s the primary thing i use to paint digitally, with, as said in step 6, accents from other brushes sometimes. It’s very versatile and fun to use once you get the feel for it. 

my handwriting is atrocious so if anyone wants actual notes or anything clarified just message me!! 

here’s all of the stuff: [ brushtext ] || [ blotmap

Ghost emoji ratings

Apple: A classic, but a bit overdone on the shading. the eyes of differing sizes have always put me off. 2/5

Google: Angry! Boo! Probably just wants to be left alone. smooth, with simple shading and a unique expression. 3/5 hope you find some peace buddy.

Microsoft: A silly boy who reminds me of some ice cream! Probably looking for a good time. 5/5

Samsung: hhhhhh idk man… the way the eyes bug out of the head despite being within the cloth is pretty unsettling. The eyes themselves are very nice though. 1/5

LG: not very striking in any sort of way except the tan lighting at the top. Again with the eyes of different sizes. 1/5 pretty bland

HTC: A very simple and friendly ghost! The smile sans the tongue hints at no hijinks. just a friendly kid 5/5

Facebook: very flat, with an empty stare. looks kinda like a cookie. 1/5

Messenger: LOOK HOW SaD IT IS!!! Beautiful blue-grey colours, but please, give it happiness!! 3/5 HELP THEM

Twitter: a zany rip-off of Apple with the darn eye again. Interesting mouth expression though. 0/5 sorry bud

Mozilla: nice colours, but this, too, is really just an Apple rip-off. 0/5

Emoji One: WOW! HOW INTERESTING! Very brightly coloured, and what a pretty colour it is!! the body shape is a bit awkward and could use fixing. 4/5

emojidex: Looks like a Banette at first sight. I think they tried too hard to be original with this one and now it has the vibe of a fake-spooky halloween prop. its details are not very practical, and my eyes kinda hurt picking at them. 0/5


9/10/2017 ~ 11:13 PM [ 16 & 17/100 peachy days of productivity ]

Today was my first day back to school! I’m already missing the holidays honestly so I just did some math homework tonight.  I can certainly see a future with lots of work… I’m not gonna let that overwhelm me though.

It! will! be! okay! Recently I visited Eckersley’s Art & Craft to look at some Tombow brush pens and I picked up three. I’m really loving the colours as well since they’re so nice and pretty and I didn’t have a light blue marker until now. I really enjoyed just wandering around the store and trying markers bless. ft. this weeks’ bujo spread with Jimin and Serendipity as the theme!
Currently listening to ♪ :  LAST GOODBYE / AKMU

im sick so i cant go to college so deal with some autistic taako things

- he pressure stims. a lot. he gets kravitz to lie on him and if thats not enough he gets magnus (if he didnt need to breathe he would get them both to)

- he loves loose flappy clothes because hes honestly made of wiggle and flap half the time

- he also chews things when hes in unfamiliar places

- he really has no idea what nts are saying sometimes in relation to their emotions and he just assumes everything is sarcasm and responds in kind

- he gets lup to sit on his shoulders while hes sat down or just lean on him as hard as she can until his spine is just maybe crushed into dust because Nice

- he might be a chef but he sometimes refuses to eat anything but tomato soup for weeks on end because its a nice texture and also and good colour

- he cant do the feeling of velvet which SUCKS because he’s so Extra and would love to wear it constantly

- cooking and magic ofc are his special interests and when he had the time to he would spend just hours reading up on everything

Hi everyone :) (This is a happy post! So you can all breathe a sigh of relief ;))

It’s my birthday two weeks today and I was hoping I could ask a favour. I’m not a party person, and I’m quite a lonely little soul at the moment, so I was hoping you might do something really lovely and also quite small. I’d really like it if you took a photo of something red (it’s my favourite colour) or of your cup of tea on that day and sent it to me - I’m open for submissions and I won’t publish them, obviously, or you can message me them. Just, I’m having a hard time at the moment and the thought that at some point on my day I crossed your mind would feel really nice, like I matter somewhere outside of my tiny world. 

Don’t feel obliged, obviously, and I’m aware it looks pretty pathetic to be making this post but at the same time, you guys don’t judge and you’re always there, nice and blue, in my pocket or my bag and it helps. You help. So, I suppose what I’m saying is thank you for that, for being here. 

kindmisha  asked:

(I'm just considering the aesthetic here not the symbolic meaning just to be clear 😉) I believe this coat is combining the two best qualities of the previous two coats. A lot of people have issues with Trenchcoat 2.0 and I get that, but I think it fits Cas/Misha nicer and the colour was a lot more flattering. However it didn't have the nice details the first one did and felt far too simplistic and a little too short. (1/2)

From what I can see Trenchcoat 3.0 seems to be a nice colour, fits nicely and has all those lovely extra details too (also it’s super long and I love it!). (Also not sure if it’s just me but the suit seems to fit much better as well, which is an added bonus!)

(tries really hard not to think about symbolism because these are all good things symbolically) 

All those little details like the double storm flap, the belt, and even the length are all important factors to how it looks on Misha/Cas. It’s not just you I think the new suit fits him better as well.

look at those curves 👀

@plays-with-shadows had a wonderful break down of why the first coat looked better on Misha here.