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Silmarillion mood boards (9,10/?)

Glorfindel requested by glorfindeliciouss + Ecthelion

Holy crap this is the most peaceful I have felt in 6 months.  Like just sitting here with a warm cup of coffee, wrapped in a blanket over my cintiq working on a commission of Psii and Dualscar while listening to 80s synth.

It’s making me think it might be nice to open up sketch commissions again and stream them - Share the doodles and 80s feelings.

Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow, but then I have to wonder if anyone would be interested in sketch commissions since it’s Christmas season… eh, I’ll finish this and see.

Look at how pretty Psii is turning out, though, dang I love using desaturated colors on him, it makes his eyes more brilliant.

(This is a wip of a commission for @thepretext some colors might changed and there’s shading to go still)

Cloud play-fighting with the bfs though They see him sort of like a harmless kitten, who bats his adorable little paws at you and is generally harmless. He likes to tap his hands against things when he’s bored, and if he’s close that can mean Angeal’s scruffy jaw and cheeks, Genesis’s shoulders, Zack’s arms and Sephiroth’s hips. Angeal scrunches his face up in a way that’s cute when that happens which just encourages the violence, really, so if he’s sitting on the couch Cloud will climb onto his lap and harass him a little. Genesis and Sephiroth tend to grab his wrists when he starts to gently whack at them - they get locked in a struggle where Cloud will growl in his throat and try not to laugh as he attempts to overpower them. Sometimes Genesis will switch both Cloud’s wrists to one hand and use the other to tickle him, the asshole - then Cloud will try to get him with his knees and feet and anything he can flail, really. Sephiroth always, /always/ uses kisses to distract him, making Cloud’s arms go from lax copies of what he learned in hand-to-hand to winding sweetly around Sephiroth’s neck, his cheeks turning pink. Zack, as the one primarily in charge of Cloud’s training, can get rough - they roll around on the floor and Cloud does his best to force the SOLDIER into submission. Zack lets him get close but always slips out of his hold, usually to turn the tables and make Cloud wriggle out of his own, usually with a murmured praise or two if he manages it (or even if he doesn’t). They indulge him and never hurt the infantryman (with a few small exceptions that led to Cures, apologies, shaken SOLDIERs, and lots of talking as a group). Cloud is occasionally too awkward or quiet to initiate intimate moments on his own so sometimes this is his way of getting close and getting those kisses he was after all along, and other times it’s just fun to make the four super SOLDIERs stay on their toes And eventually the day comes that Genesis does something stupid, and Cloud rolls his eyes, laughs, and hits him–and Genesis says “Ow!” and the four of them stare wide-eyed at their young man and realize soon he’s going to be a SOLDIER too.

anonymous asked:

(part 3) I just love the whole sun goddess trend it's so refreshing and feels so good to feel delicate and magical in a non-white way, if you know what I mean. By all means, I don't mind white people in sunflower dresses and alla that, looks good on them too, but still feels more special to me as a darker skin individual. I guess I'm writing this because I was curious if you felt the same or even stronger about it (assuming u possess more melanin than I do which is likely)

Originally posted by arievogues

I get what you mean and for ever black people have been told almost every colour looks bad on us, so what I like to do is appreciate how gorgeous colour looks on every skin tone and it’s that more magical because we’ve realised we don’t need approval from white people about what looks good on us!

anonymous asked:

Really random curious question! In your books do you not drop the F bomb because you think it's too much for a YA audience or do you personally just don't like using it?

I personally do not mind the F bomb, but I felt like it didn’t quite fit into my world. It just didn’t seem to me like something my characters would say, so I never ended up using it. Their equivalent is “Bleeding, burning hells” that’s like the ultimate swear word in the Empire :D

anonymous asked:

It felt like 2015 on their TW just now and I honestly didn't mind it, at all. I've missed that part of their relationship. It's what drew me in to begin with! I don't need to know their motivation for doing so and I'm not going to give it much thought beyond that it was nice to see again.

It did. Probably because they were just tweeting about nonsense and laughing about it. Just light banter. Maybe it’s a good reminder to all of us to just keep things light over the next little bit, be thankful that we have time before season 3 premiers, and then decide how we feel about everything.

anonymous asked:

Sometimes when I go to the doctor, I feel like I need to shave and wear a proper bra and panties instead of my sports bra and briefs. This makes me really uncomfortable before, during and after, but I don't know how to get this stigma out of my life without coming out to my doctor. Thoughts?

Hey there! I felt the same way for a really long time, so you’re not alone in that. The best way to break that ideology is to just do it. Remind yourself that doctors have seen and heard literally everything before. You not wear a nice bra and panty set won’t even register in their mind. They will be more focused on doing their job and examining you and helping you out than on your clothing. Once you do it the first time, it will be easier to do it again. Good luck!



*i think about this a lot because like, regina was so hurt by emma. she was hurt and betrayed and she felt this with everything in her that emma never had her back, and that she’d never have her back because whenever emma tried to help her, it’d hurt her more. and like ever since this statement she’s tried everything in her power to show regina that she does have her back and then this sacrifice was like the ultimate, i’d do anything to help you so that you can keep your happiness, regina, from emma and it just gets me all the time

anonymous asked:

what about delimoo and 3 :) btw you are the BEST


The Way You Said I Love You: (3) A scream

Thank you so much for requesting delimoo! I’m so glad I finally got to write something for these two nerds. I hope you enjoy Nonnie, <3 <3 <3

Pairings: Delimoo & Minicat

Warnings: Alcohol Mention & Swearing

Moo couldn’t hold in the groan that slipped out of his lips as his head thudded back against the car seat.

They’d broken down on the way back from Evan’s house, left parked on the side of the road in the darkness and it was aggravating. Marcel was passed out in the back-seat of the car and Moo envied him, jealous that his friend could just blissfully ignore the mess they’d gotten themselves into. He glanced over at Delirious who sat in the drivers seat, frustration written all over his face and Moo just wanted to reach out and comfort him.

He didn’t, instead he just shoved his hands underneath his thighs in an attempt to quell the urge and sighed, “This sucks,”

“Yeah, I fucking know. Can’t call Evan and Luke cause they’re drunk as fuck and Tyler’s probably too busy with Mini to pick up the phone…”

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Politics made no sense. The people are semi-aquatic and half their sacred duties involved meeting with fancy dignitaries and predicting their fortune or granting them luck. If Lance was lost before, he sure was lost now. He knew he was forgetting something; something very important….. But for the life of him he couldn’t remember what it was. The clothes felt too heavy, the jewels and bells felt like they were too much. He liked the attention but everything just felt… out of place. 

Why did he look so different? They said he was meant to be here. They said a Great Metal Beast of Blue fell from the heavens and protected him in it’s claws, bestowing them with him, a Gift of Fortune. But what was he supposed to do now….? And what had he forgotten….?

Literally I have no excuse. Drawing confused Lance in fancy getup and dragged to some fancy dignitaries meeting is just something I really like doing. Also drawing aliens is fun.

anonymous asked:

I wonder, for werewolf!Hiccup, do you have headcanons about what would have happened if Astrid had found out in a different way? The thought cropped up after I read how they got together (because Hiccup must have had so many horror scenarios), and it made me really, really curious. Hope you don't mind me asking!

This drabble took like three days because of work/headaches/things, but I finally finished it! Jeez louise. I just wanted to make Hiccup sad.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Shelia, I hope you don't mind me asking, but I applied to RISD last week and I'm really worried about my portfolio. Is there any chance that the portfolio you used to apply is still lying around? I'd just like to see what an accepted portfolio looks like. Thanks a lot, and have a nice day.

OH GEEZ. Dude, my portfolio was so bad. I always felt that the RISD essay and the 3 required drawings were so much more important when it came to admission. Those are the ways they really test you. 

But I do know that some of these pieces were in my portfolio. 

Below are the three RISD required assignment I had to do too. One was ‘draw a bike’ another was 'distorted paper’ and the third was 'use both side of the paper’


NEW VIDEO: “No Glory in the Process - don’t mind me, I just wanted to have a little honest, unedited chat. I’m gonna be checking out some blogs who reblog this - thanks for spreading the love! <3

Adele {Sentence Starters}
  • "Let me stay here for just one more night."
  • "Is there anything I can do for you, dear?"
  • "It's so typical of me to talk about myself, I'm sorry."
  • "Don't forget me, I beg."
  • "And if you want me gone, I'll leave."
  • "Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am home again."
  • "Ain't like you to hold back."
  • "I was wondering if, after all these years, you'd like to meet?"
  • "Never mind, I'll find someone like you."
  • "I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet."
  • "She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will."
  • "However far away, I will always love you."
  • "You say I'm selfish. I agree with you on that."
  • "So, I won't let you close enough to hurt me."
  • "Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds."
  • "God only knows what we're fighting for."
  • "I'll be waiting for you when you're ready to love me again."
  • "When was the last time you thought of me?"
  • "I'm sorry for everything that I've done."
  • "I don't know why I'm scared. I've been here before."
  • "You left with no goodbye, not a single word."
  • "Don't underestimate the things that I will do."
  • "But there's a side to you that I never knew."
  • "You're gonna wish you never had met me."
  • "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead."
  • "I can't help feeling we could have had it all."
Let's have a little chat.

Alright guys. After seeing all the drama, and long paragraphs full of theories and arguments surface on my dash today, I feel it’s necessary to take the time to address a few things. So please, sit back, pull up a chair, and get some vodka tea. Make yourselves comfortable please, darlings. Let’s see now…

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thewitchandtheangels  asked:

Arendelle had been praying for the snow storm to end and when the prayers suddenly just stopped, Raphael was sent to investigate. Of course he protested, since he was not the angel of any sort of weather, but heaven was short staffed and he wasn't meant to do anything more than see what had become of the suddenly quiet city, so the angel reluctantly made his way to the city. ((Hi. Hope you don't mind me dropping by.))

The relief Elsa felt at simply seeing grass was a tad bit overwhelming. But there it was, nestled with the blades of green that looked like they hadn’t just been buried under multiple feet of snow. The thaw had brought back more then just summer, it had brought Anna back into her life too. That being said, Elsa found she sometimes missed her solitude. It was difficult going from being alone all the time to being surrounded by people. That was why she took refuge here, alone in the garden. Hearing a noise behind her, Elsa turned. “Hello? Is somebody out there?”

messyhairthirstyheartt  asked:

I used to have such a healthy body, mind, and soul. For the past year or so, however, I have felt like something is in the way of that healthy headspace. Like I'm constantly trying so hard to be grateful, as opposed to just BEING grateful naturally as I used to be. I keep waiting for something to make me happier, rather than just BEING happy naturally. How do I get back to this natural flowing, loving, positive, radiant state? I don't even know what happened to make it go away.

Trying to get back to an idealized past state of mind will keep you locked in the habit of comparing the present with the past and looking to the future for salvation. That is when we start to feel a bit disingenuous and insincere about our aspirations, and they begin to feel more contrived or desperate. 

Instead, cut it all away. 

Every day we must be willing to be a beginner. 

In terms of happiness and gratitude, they are a practice. What comes naturally to us is what we practice, as odd as that may sound. Our dissatisfaction comes as a result of us unconsciously practicing dissatisfaction, unconsciously indulging discontent thoughts and mindsets. 

The whole notion of how to be happy and grateful is central to the teachings of the Dalai Lama. 

“Every day, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to be alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself, to expand my heart out to others; to achieve enlightenment for the benefit of all beings. I am going to have kind thoughts towards others, I am not going to get angry or think badly about others. I am going to benefit others as much as I can.”

“Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.”

“There is a saying in Tibetan, ‘Tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.’ No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that’s our real disaster.”

“If I am only happy for myself, many fewer chances for happiness. If I am happy when good things happen to other people, billions more chances to be happy!”

The Dalai Lama

As you can see, happiness and gratitude can be cultivated in such a way that peace and even awakening become natural. That is called compassion. 

The natural state that you feel you have lost has in fact not gone anywhere. You have gone elsewhere, mentally. Do not try to get “back” to the way you remember things. Instead, come back to yourself

Making gratitude lists, contemplating on certain topics regarding our fortunate incarnation, and Tonglen meditation are a few deliberate methods we can use to make this seemingly intangible goal more palpable. I would highly recommend to you any book by the Dalai Lama. The one of his I really enjoyed was Becoming Enlightened

The meditation practices of Tibetan buddhists have become the focus of many scientific studies on meditation recently because of the large population size of available subjects as well as the uniformity of their meditation training. As a result, the studies have found the brain’s altered capacity for happiness. Literally

The more consistent and sincere your practice becomes, the more prone you will be toward natural bouts of spontaneous happiness, joy, and peace. This can stick with you even amidst the most tumultuous of circumstances. 

Your soul is both healthy and health, it is the naturalness of love and happiness that you intuit as your real nature. But it is up to us as bodies and minds to discover and be true to that realization. 

Namaste sis :) Much love. 

greenie-talks  asked:

hi so i'm having issues, i write this fanfic with my friends and last round of chapters one of them attacked me grotesquely about my adaptation on one of the characters and now i can't write i find myself wanting to cry when i write. But i love doing this i just feel like i'm no good and like they don't take me siriously, talking to them is no use what should i do...

Take time to pull away from them and all of that writing. Close yourself off and sit just with your blank page and you, and write. Don’t write with their opinions or voices in mind, just write what you want to write.

Try to remember why you started, try to remember why you felt so passionate before. Read over your own stuff; not the stuff you wrote for or with them. Your own stuff, the writing you wrote simply because you loved it and because you wanted to write. Read it and absorb it in. Is it good? What’s good about it? What does it have in comparison to the other work? If you admired your characterization before, what changed it now? Don’t think of your friends, think of yourself and of your own writing. 

Writers write for themselves. You’re not obligated to them or to anyone else to write. You’re obligated to yourself only, and you have to decide if you still want it. Do you love writing and is there a place inside you that still loves to weave the characters, the scene and the words for the joy of that alone? Even if you never show it to anyone, even if it never gets recognition or even outside your own computer. Can you enjoy it, privately, by yourself? Can you feel your character speaking in your head any damn way you please without hearing their criticism in your head?

Write with the door closed. Edit with it open. 

And if you don’t want to open it, don’t. Write your whole life with the door closed because it’s your life and your writing and your passion. Not theirs, yours. You’re the one that has to live with it, so you’re the authority. Who cares if they think that character is badly written — do you like it? If you block them out, close the door and draw close to your screen — knowing they will never ever see it — do you like it? Does it make you smile? Does it catch your attention? Then it’s yours! Keep it! Love it! Enjoy it!

You’re the writer and that’s all you need to be. Write for you and only you. Criticism is good. BUT 

Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a man’s growth without destroying his roots. -Frank. A. Clark

If it’s destroying your roots, then fling it away from you like it’s on fire. It doesn’t matter how good the advice is if it’s making you hate writing. If it’s making you turn your back on the craft, or driving you away from what you love until you avoid it, then it’s crap and you should run from it. Your first obligation is to yourself and to your writing. That’s what’s important. 

If they’re attacking you, then what fun is in that? Is that gentle rain? Is it helping you grow? It’s making you cry and avoid writing, so ignore it! Quit the project if you want to; you don’t have to stay anywhere you don’t want to be.

Advice is good, but you’re your own person and you have to choose for yourself. Quitting writing as a whole is never the right choice. So if you need to, only write by yourself. Never show it to anyone. Enjoy it like you once did, back when it was new and you were passionate and loved every moment of it. Remember why you started, and respark that.

Happy writing!