it will just be stagnant

…failure and success are not so simply defined. That year may have been a failure in terms of tangible career growth, but the self-knowledge and acceptance was the success…It wasn’t a year of external gain, but of internal growth.
—  Hannah Hart, Buffering
People who say that if Abbie were in a relationship with Ichabod it would stunt her growth..

But don’t say a word about Katrina being a literal plot device and the fact that her relationship with Ichabod literally cannot go anywhere at this point..

As long time readers will know, I’m obsessed with the (currently stalled) economic “miracle” in Brazil. In the last 30 years, Brazil hasn’t just halved the number of people living in poverty; they’ve also dramatically decreased income inequality (although it is still way too high). 

Obviously one doesn’t want to confuse correlation with causation*, but given that economists agree that income inequality leads to slower economic growth, this correlation probably isn’t coincidental. Meanwhile, in the U.S., our poverty rates are stagnantincome inequality just keeps growing; and almost all the benefits of economic growth are enjoyed by the richest 10% of Americans

* Also I am not an economist. I am just some guy who reads The Economist. If any of this is wrong, let me know and I’ll edit it.


Not where I want to be, but getting there! In 2015, I need to work on anatomy, composition, and finished illustrations. I fell into a bad habit of sketching and not finishing things this year, which is a gross artistic habit to have. More focus and effort in 2015!

looking at 1d, do you ever feel old not because you are actually older than them but because they’re the same age as you or younger and they’ve achieved so so so much and you’re just kinda stagnant and in debt

i've remade

hey guys! i know i haven’t been around much; this blog is very old, and a lot of the followers on it are stagnant/inactive. i just didn’t have the motivation or time to go through them all, so i remade! i’ll be moving to @blackvwidow ! it’s still a mostly marvel + star wars blog, along with smaller fandoms that i’m in. this blog will still be up!! please feel free to follow me on my new blog if you followed me for marvel or star wars :^). ive made so many memories on this blog and it’s so sad to say goodbye, but hopefully we can make some new ones !! see u guys soon !!

entropynchaos said: SGA fusion? Stiles is accidentally kidnapped by the Genii (they really, really didn’t mean to, and please take him back before does any more damage… Please?)

HI! So this is an SGA fusion for you, featuring earth werewolves and snuggling and accidental nakedness and furry alien shifter!Stiles, because I think there needs to be more alien Stiles stories. So it’s not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it anyway.

The planet is gray.  A sandy, level gray from the turf to the sky, but it’s still somehow bright enough that Derek has to wear shades.  It smells like rotten eggs and hot metal, and the tattered shacks and tents they find in the middle of a clearing two miles south from the Stargate are devoid of all life. There’s no wind, just the stagnant scent of despair, and the abandoned shantytown looks more pathetic than menacing, despite the fact that nothing is throwing shadows.

“Always a fan of death worlds,” Erica says. She has her claws out, one ticking rhythmically on the handle of her P-90.

Isaac shudders and tugs on the ends of his scarf. “There’s nothing here.  Can we just go?  This place is giving me the creeps.”

Derek grunts in agreement. They’re clearly too late to help stop whatever happened here—he’d guess Wraith, except they’re more likely to cull the herd, not mow them down. Maybe the survivors just grabbed what they could and ran. The tents suggest that they weren’t the original owners of this planet, anyway.

Boyd says, “Still have to find the signal.” He’s got a scanner out, brow wrinkled.  It’s a primitive beacon, a patterned code that’s more likely distress than anything else.  Dr. McKay’s giddily hoping it’s powered by a ZPM, but there was enough doubt to send out the werewolves instead of Team Sheppard; this part of the galaxy is known for its particularly vicious animal inhabitants, the General had been adamant.

So sure, lob all the possible maulings Derek’s way. It’s not like his pack isn’t used to it, right?

Derek likes his job, he does, but he can’t help thinking that the SGC only shipped him to Atlantis so he could go berserk about his sister’s death as far away from earth as possible.  The only thing he was actually at risk of ruining was himself, though, and then they gave him a pack and told him to save people.  If they had wanted him to self-destruct, then they shouldn’t have given him a reason to live. General Sheppard probably thought this was the better option.

There’s a sudden gust of wind, the first shift in air since they’d stepped through the ‘gate, and Erica spins around, the tall, nearly dead grass clinging to her calves.  “Something smells wrong.  Like—“

“Sulfur,” Boyd says.

“No.” Erica’s nose wrinkles. “Blood. Fresh blood.”

Derek takes a big inhale. The hot metal scent of before is stronger, Derek can taste it in the back of his mouth—his fangs drop, and he jerks his gaze toward the tree line.  Gnarled, bare limbs stab the sky, jagged rocks forming small, sharp hills around their bases, but there’s a dark hollow low to the ground.  A cave.  Something’s hiding.

“Over there,” Derek says, jerking his head.  He pulls back his shift, but doesn’t draw his gun.

Erica has her P-90 pointed at the ground.

Boyd still has his tablet out, frowning.  He says, “I think that’s where the signal is coming from.”

Isaac says, “You know this is usually when we all get attacked by dinosaurs, right?”

“Don’t be a wuss,” Erica says, but she stays back behind Boyd and Derek as they start off across the field.

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backbeat, by now - crisscolfer dialogue fic

Pairing: Chris/Darren
Rating/Length: PG / tiny
Summary: Just a conversation between Chris and Darren after Darren texts Chris a video of him singing “Wonderwall” at his belated birthday party.


~~buzz buzz buzz~~

“Jesus, Darren.  What?  What time is it?”

“Hey!  Chris.  Hey.  Did you get the video I sent you?”

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In before someone foolishly accuses me of belittling digital art: The following statement pertains to MY OWN EXPERIENCES using digital media. Digital art is every bit as valid as traditional media. We should all know this by now.

So now I’ve got the disclaimer out of the way, I think I’ve finally identified what my issue is when it comes to using digital media.

It’s pointing out the glaring flaws in my own artistic methods/understanding of art. The digital tools are basically pointing out just how much I fail at certain artistic principles. Traditional media only masks them with familiarity, or uses certain tricks and textures to draw less attention to these errors. Guess what? They are there. Granted, I’m going to learn from these persistent mistakes one day, and hopefully improve on my assorted weaknesses, but even just noticing and admitting these problems is a critical step to growing as an artist. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t stagnated tremendously. I’m going to keep working at it! (And I finally ordered the new tablet so I HAVE to improve.)

TL;DR: it’s not digital media, I just still have no real grasp of light, shading, or color. The end.

I’m learning new things, though: just in case this post didn’t sound positive, it is. Really!

Just that dwelling and planning is bullshit, you dwell on the past, you can’t move forward. Spend too much time planning for the future and you just push yourself backwards, or you stay stagnant in the same place all your life. Live in the moment, where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you’ll get wherever it is you’re going a lot faster and with less bumps in the road along the way.
—  J.A. Redmerski, The Edge of Never
I sound awful saying it but I think it can be like that. I see a lot of people in unstimulating relationships. And not just boyfriend-girlfriend relationships. They find themselves in stagnant friendships. If people were a little less scared [of ending things] they’d get more out of life… You meet the right person at the right time and they fulfill a certain something in your life. You fulfill something in theirs. But there’s a time limit to that. Unless you choose to be bloody good company for the rest of your life, do you know what I mean?
—  Laura Marling
Fuck it, another cigarette,
another broken heart,
another ‘let’s do it to ourselves’
while the slow burn & smashed
champagne flutes remind me
of a future dreamt up & forgotten,
the act of absence, the ugly promise
that he lied the whole time
& look, there’s a lot of things
I’d like to tell you, a lot of
bad habits I picked up
along the way, & how being
a romantic never means
thinking it will all work out,
it means going all in with the odds
stacked up against you & I did.
I was the spider caught in his eyelashes,
a butterfly tangled in the web spun
by his pretty mouth, & I thought
I could rebuild the structure of his
ribs, show him joy & not just
happiness, but everyone knows
that bacteria breeds quickly
in stagnant water & drinking it
is just another way to get sick.
You see, my entire life I’ve been
doing this, finding ways to die
through other people’s skin
& I talk a lot about love & how
it should be & I know I said
that I’d never fall for anyone again,
but if I were a tree, then you’d be
the lumberjack calling out 'Timber’,
& still the wind of fear has picked up
& blown me in the opposite direction
as I fall back into the arms of myself
& leave you hanging like a noose
strung clumsily from my limbs.
—  Moriah Pearson, I’m sorry, I can’t

it’s just like at a certain age, you have to let the petty shit go, let all the negative shit go because it’s just gonna cause you to be at a stagnant place in life.

Hannibal / Mizumono - pen drawing

Took a while. But hey, after all these stagnant months, I’m just happy I can still make lines that look like something.

I quite like him throwing books and notes. It’s a nice visual of calm and control even though it’s a apparent chaos. Happily letting one life go to start another and then *snif* 

deviantart / wip

i would see being with someone that doesn’t fulfill you and who is beneath your standards

as more of a waste of time

than just being alone

i would rather be alone and growing

than stagnant and with someone because i didn’t want to be alone