its crappy but i tried

Shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t look like they belong on the street style blogs, shout-out to girls with hijab that are not fashionistas, shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t have strong eyeliner game, shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t wear any makeup, shout-out to plus sized girls with hijab that feels like no hijab suits your face shape, shout-out to girls with hijab that gets catcalled on the street despite the coverings, shout-out to girls with hijab that have to remove so many pins when they’re shopping for clothes, shout-out to girls with hijab that are having a bad hijab day where everything is wrong and you feel like you just look plain messy, y'all look beautiful today. Thanks.

The adventure of uncle Cass and Az

“Holy shit.” Cassian yelled from the other room, jolting Azriel from his nap.

“What, another nuclear diaper?” Az asked, getting up from the couch and walking into the nursery.

“The last time we fought Rhys we won right?” Cassian whispered as he stared holes into the crib.

“We bit the dust Cassian.” Az replied, looking into the crib. “We’re about to be eating it again aren’t we.”

Cassian groaned and Az let out a deep sigh.
“Her wings are small, she couldn’t have gotten far.” Az quickly jumped through the window, Cassian tailing right behind him.

“We could have taken the door..” Cassian mumbled. Az shook his head, “Think like a baby.”

Soon a little flurry zipped in the sky, purple wings shimmering in the sun. A giggle emitted from as it zipped around.

“AFTER THAT BABY!” Cassian hollered as he shot himself into the sky. She soon saw her uncles storming after her, dropping down before they grabbed her right out the sky.

“The art shop.” Azriel tucked in his wings to fall faster, close to grabbing her as she just grinned before expanding her wings out to stop from hitting the floor. Azriel crashed face first into a wooden roof, crashing through the structure.

“Hey Picasso. Lets get a move on.” Cassian snickered as Azriel dragged himself from the store, covered in dark blues and light reds.

“Whats she doing here?” A familiar voice called out. Az and Cassian whipped their heads over to see Rhys carrying his daughter, face twisted in confusion.

Rhys snapped his attention to his brother, looking disheveled, wings flaring and eyes wide.

Rhys grinned. “How nice that you took her out for some fresh air.” Cassian straightened his back, “Yeah. Fresh air, you know. Gotta stretch out the ol’ wings.”

“She flew out didn’t she.” Rhys chuckled.
Az nodded, “She’s pretty fast for her age.”

“Don’t worry. The last time she did, Feyre winnowed and fly over all of Velaris. She crashed into the same art studio Az don’t worry.”

The baby just cooed.

♫My pulse is rushing.

My head is reeling.

My face is flushing.

What is this feeling?♫

Was listening to the Wicked soundtrack and What Is This Feeling played and while singing it with @tonightweklance she sugessest a klance au.

So of course I sketched it out


Okay I’m really bad at explaining things but I tried to make this as simple as possible, this is how I do usually do eyes. I should add that this tutorial works best if you have Paint Tool Sai (sorry if you don’t) or if you have an art program where you can clip layers. 

Seventeen in a nutshell part 1: Jihan 

What should I drink today? 

cr. jihanlife edit

I’m sorry for being so absent lately...

but wow life just got so crazy so fast! I’m working every weekday, just picked up a new “gig” to write articles for an online magazine twice per week, have a lot of shows/plans coming up, dealing with a lot of personal issues, really bad news, trying to find a good contract to work on ships…so i haven’t really had the time to come on here…

I have a lot of screenshots that have been in my folder for over a week but im just really tired and dont have the energy to spend on queuing and all, i really tried but its just gonna look crappy and forced and i dont want that :/ 

I’ll be around though, and i’ll keep trying to get some posts out slowly, im really sorry about this :( thanks for sticking around, you guys are great ♥

Lucaya One Shot

“Conjugate the verb ‘to be’”

“What does that even mean?” Maya groaned, letting her head fall into her hands against the library table.

Lucas rolled his eyes and tried to take a deep breath to compose himself before responding. “Être, Maya.”

She picked her head up and looked tiredly at the boy who was trying so hard to help her pass this French midterm. “Lucas, it’s almost two in the morning and we have been trying this for hours now and we haven’t gotten anywhere. I’m going to fail and I’m ready to except that, can we just give up already?”

“No,” he shook his head and spoke sternly. “You asked me to help you study so that you could get a passing grade and that is what I am going to do. Now drink some more red bull and conjugate the verb.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes as she took a giant slug of her fourth energy drink of the night. He watched her as she stared at the flash card he held up to her and squinted, as if the closer she looked the easier it may be to remember. She finally threw her pen down in frustration and covered her face with her hands.

“I can’t remember any of this! I’ve been taking this class for months now and I still can’t even remember the easiest verb, this is pathetic!”

Lucas put the flash card down on the table and took a sip of his own energy drink that may have had a bit more than just red bull in it. “Vous en pensez trop durement,” he mumbled to himself more so than her.

“I know!” She groaned, looking at him again. “There is just too much to remember!”

He looked at her with wide eyes. “Maya, you understood me.”

She looked back at him confused, clearly not picking up on what had just happened. “Yeah?”

His green eyes lit up with a hope that had left him hours earlier and he threw the flash cards to the floor. “Vous comprenez mieux quand je vous parle!”

“Holy shit!” She exclaimed, joining in his excitement. “I guess I do! Say something else!”

“Cela aurait été une nuit beaucoup plus courte si nous l'avions découvert plus bientôt,” Lucas mumbled again. “Pouvez-vous me répondre?”

She stared at him for a minute in deep thought as she tried to form a sentence. “Je suppose que je n'apprends pas juste conventionnellement.” Her eyes lit up with excitement as she realized he understood her.

“This is amazing,” he beamed at her. “I knew you payed attention in class!”

She blushed a bit, but scoffed to cover it up. “More like I used to watch old French movies with my mom. I guess I picked up a few words here and there over time.”

His green eyes beamed at her and he shook his head adamantly. “You can’t tell me you picked up ‘a few words’ Maya. I knew you had it in you.”

It was then that she noticed the little bit of extra color to his cheeks and how he looked into her eyes a bit longer than usual. “Did you spike your drink Huckleberry?” She asked more amused than anything.

He smirked lazily at her and shrugged. “I had to prepare for a long night, can you blame me?”

She couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head at him. “No, I guess I can’t. Now come on! Talk more French to me!”

He glanced at the clock behind her blonde head and noticed that it was almost 2:30 in the morning and the campus library would be closing soon. “Why don’t we take it back to your dorm. I don’t want to deal with campus security kicking us out.”

Maya nodded and gathered her books while he cleaned up their mess of snacks and empty cans that they had created. They continued studying in Maya’s shared dorm with Riley (that girl could sleep through a damn parade) until some time around dawn when Lucas’ eyelids began to drop.

“You’re not giving up on me yet, cowboy are you?” The blonde teased with way too much energy for it to be so early, or should he say late.

“Mm sleepy,” he slurred in a mixture of intoxication and lack of sleep.

“Sleep is for the weak,” she chuckled right before Riley let out a loud snore from across the room, causing both of them to go into a fit of laughter. “Thanks for helping me, Lucas.”

He opened his eyes completely and smiled at her, crossing his arms behind his neck to lean on. “Hey, I told you I wasn’t giving up on you.”

Even in the dim light of the sunrise and through his buzzed state he could see her cheeks flush as she glanced back down to her notes. “I know. It means a lot.” He closed his eyes, a wide smile on his face and sleep consumed his overtired body a lot quicker than he would like to admit.
It had felt like only a matter of minutes before he was woken up to the sound of a cheery Maya and a bouncing bed beneath him.

“I think I did it!” She squealed above him. “I understood most of it Lucas! I think I passed!”

He opened his heavy eyelids and let a lazy smile take over his face. He was a bit confused as to why he had woken up in Maya’s bed with her straddling his waist until he remember last night’s cram session. Riley was gone to her English midterm and Maya must have just finished her’s. “That’s amazing,” his raspy morning voice croaked out. “I knew you could do it.”

Her face was lit up brighter than the sun that was desperately trying to make it’s way through the blinds and her eyes were scrunched up in the way that only happened when she was truly happy. “I couldn’t have done it with out you,” she beamed. Before he had a chance to realize what was happening, she had grabbed his face and planted a big, wet kiss on his forehead. She pulled away still smiling until she saw the look of shock on his face and realized what she had done. Her face fell rather quickly and her mouth formed an “o” shape. She began trying to back away to make her way off of him, but he gripped her hips and held her still before she could. He pulled her down against his chest and held her tightly against him.

“I knew you could do it,” he whispered in her ear. He felt her relax in his arms and held her tighter until she returned the gesture. And even though he couldn’t see her face, he knew she was blushing when he said “Je croyais toujours en vous.”