i was laughing with someone recently about “tumblr user unpr*tty” and this seems like a good time to remind people that there is literally no point in censoring yourself if you wanna talk shit because i can’t vanity search, if i try it’s nothing but tlc lyrics and a k-pop competition of some kind. this is also why you have to @ me if you wanna show me something and we’re not mutuals.
Tfw when you discover you’ve severely miscounted the number of potion and oil recipes in your new book. T_T
I thought I had reached 200, but according to an itemized spreadsheet count, I’m only at 140, and that’s counting the new recipes. I mean, for a book of all-original magical formulae, that’s still pretty damned respectable. I REALLY want to try for that 200-recipe goal, but unless I get some sort of crazy brainwave (or just start making variations of commonly-used recipes), I’m not sure it’ll be feasible.
That being said, Pestlework is shaping up to be a pretty awesome book, and I think any practitioner working with powders or oils will enjoy it immensely. I’m still on track for the late-August / early September release date, and I’ve still got time to come up with new material.
there’s a lot of stuff i need work on. my tattoos are actually the secret to finding my weaknesses:
WATERCOLOR FEAT. FOLIAGE - i am….SO bad with watercolor. i’m impatient, i always want to go back in for details, i like to do highlights last, etc.
3D SCULPTING - and anything with clay. digitally, i think it’s just too much for my brain to handle. physically, the mess and steps make me so restless
MUSIC/SYMMETRICAL THINGS - i studied music for about 10 years, and while i can execute it, it’s never been something i’m good at creating. on top of that, i’m just quite poor at creating visually pleasing symmetrical things with ease.
but these are all things i know if i dedicate myself to, i could probably get passable at that. it’s excellent motivation!
Concept: Tony Stark as dad. And you know his daughter is gonna have him all wrapped around her little finger, this is just fact. I also had this image of Tony stepping on his daughters lego ;) Milene told me to share it so here goes:
Tony’s daughter, no more than six, has been playing lego in the living area. Tony has been preparing dinner around the kitchen, he admits that he’s not the best cook but his spaghetti meatballs has somehow become one of his daughter’s favourite dishes.
‘Daddy! C’mere! Look what I made!’ His baby girl shouts from near the sofa.
‘Just a moment sweetheart, you don’t want your pasta overcooked do you?’ He calls back from the counter.
But his daughter is not really a patient girl, so she stands up and starts to walk towards the open kitchen, she just wants him to see her lego aircraft NOW. And though she’s about to be six, Tony still doesn’t want her anywhere near the stove when there’s hot boiling water in the saucepan, so he just has to give in.
‘Ah ah ah! I’ll come over sweetheart, let me just drain the water from the spaghetti.’
His daughter seems to be satisfied with his answer, so she walks back to the coffee table and fumbles with the lego pieces on the floor.
Tony quickly puts the spaghetti aside, switches off the stove and heads towards the living area.
‘Hey sweetheart, what is it that you’re gonna show – fffffu’ By the time Tony actually pays attention to what he’s walking into, it’s already too late, his bare foot has stepped right on to the sharp edge of a lego, causing him some ungodly pain.
He quickly leans forward and grabs the arm of the sofa to ease some pressure and tries to maintain a bit of balance, so he won’t just falls flat on the floor with his bum, risking to sit on yet another piece of lego. But his abrupt movement has consequently knocked down the lego tower they have been building, near the side of the sofa. The moment the tower hits the floor, his daughter screams,
“DADDDDYYYY!!! MY TOWER!!!’
Tony is still recovering from the intense pain one piece of small lego can bring, looking at the now broken Stark tower on the floor and he silently whines for the loss of the hours of hard work.
’I’m sorry baby… promise I’ll fix it, alright?’ He tries to keep his voice even, but that damn lego really got him.
He manoeuvres himself to be sitting on the sofa seat, and his daughter is looking up at him from the floor, pouting.
Now he knows the power of his big puppy dog eyes when his daughter who inherited from him is using them against him.
Just when he’s about to pinky promise her that he’s gonna fix the tower, his daughter catches the pain he’s been showing on his face.
‘Daddy are you hurt?’
‘It’s alright sweetheart, just step on a lego’
His hand is still absently rubbing his foot, the intense pain has lessen now, but he’s still feeling it.
His daughter then puts her hand over her lips and deliberately places a kiss on it, then she moves her hand over Tony’s foot and gently touches it saying,
‘Bye Bye pain, kiss goodbye pain.’
And it’s all that matters, all his life, all the pain he has endured, they all seem so insignificant. The soft touch of his little girl’s hand, the little toothy grin she shines at him, the earnest hope and wish that he will not feel any pain after she fly-kisses them goodbye, right at that moment his heart has just melt into a puddle of warm chocolate.
Though, the moment is soon gone when his daughter’s genuine smile turns into a mischievous one. He knows she’s up to no good when her touches feather away, and her little fingers start tickling his foot.
‘AH AH Daddy knows what you’re up to!’ Tony quickly scoops her up to his lap and starts tickling her instead.
They lose themselves in laughters and giggles, along with some screaming and groaning, then the elevator door opens and appears their one and only beloved mommy. They both pause their tickle war, and greet,
‘Tony. What happen to my tower?!!’ However it’s her first reaction.
Like mother, like daughter.
‘Daddy broke it!’ Tony rewards his little traitor more tickles and she’s giggling again.
‘Oh please, you two.’ Pepper starts walking towards them while taking off her heels.
‘Um.. Pep, I suggest you leave your shoes on fo–‘
‘OUW SHHHHH WHAT on earth –’ Though unlike Tony, Pepper is graceful, she quickly recovers her shock pain of stepping on a lego and sits herself at the end of the sofa without knocking anything down.
‘Hey baby, you wanna kiss mommy’s pain goodbye, OR TICKLE it Goodbye??’ Tony literally wriggles his eye brows for maximum dramatic effect.
When two devils with Stark genes team up, Pepper knows she can’t possibly win.
Ugh, I’m so mad! I’ve been super inspired to write a romantic Lor/Rom fic this week, and today’s the first day I’ve been able to write. I have 1200 words (this never happens in just one day! :O) and I’m just getting to the toe-curlingly romantic bits, and I could finish it today if I didn’t a) have a splitting migraine from the heat and sitting in front of the computer when I shouldn’t, and b) have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning that I can’t reschedule. So I’ve gotta go to bed just as Lor and Rom are about to smooch! :<
It’s been 2-3 years since I made this tumblr and it’s been quite a journey, and I’m really glad I made it because I found a lot of friends, love, inspiration, and so much amazing and lovely people whom I spend moments with…
There so much I learned, so much I shared, lived, laughed & stressed over about in this blog, even when it was anime related only, you guys were always so nice when I shared my personal posts, when I asked for asks to spend time, that asked me for edits when I wanted to make one but couldn’t decide…
I’ll take all those memories with me now, as I decide on dropping for good this tumblr. Like I said, it’s been a journey, and today this journey comes to an end… tbh I’m not going to delete this blog, after all, I can’t exactly detach myself from it so easily but at the same time I’m not really interested in keeping it updated anymore, it has become a boring thing to do and that’s not supposed to be the purpose of this blog.
I met a lot of great people thanks to this blog, I keep them all in my heart, all of you, Katie, Lelou, Aidah, Sen, Seda, Emma, Kat, Kisa, Momo, you guys, were amazing to me while I was here and I still have contact with must of you outside tumblr and that makes me so happy?!? I’m really happy I can still be friends with you all outside this website and I just can’t believe we have made it this far. I’m really thankful.
Anyway this is really long already so I’m just going to say, thank you for sticking with me all this time, through my Kuroshitsuji, Shingeki, Free!, Tokyo Ghoul, Magi & Bts phases, tbh just by following me I’m really grateful to you.
I hope I didn’t bother any of you with my spam, or with my bts posts when you didn’t want any kpop in your dashboards lmao, seriously, thank you for sticking with me even after that.
I love you all, and if you wanna keep contact or just want to talk to me I’ll leave my current active social media here:
Twitter: http://twitter.com/yoongihearted (warning: I tweet about bts on daily basis lmao)
Thank you so much for this amazing 3 YEARS I LOVE YOU ALL.
Way too often when I play Mercy in Overwatch:
Girls always play Mercy I swear.
Actually my most played character is Lucio by a pretty wide margin, followed by Pharah, but I'm playing more Mercy lately because I can focus her heals more. And I don't actually TRY to main healing classes, but wouldn't you know it 9 times out of 10 I hop into a comp game and 4 manboys with something to prove instalock as DPS classes. Eventually a couple will begrudgingly switch to tanks, leaving me to heal their stupid asses because I'm the only one who will play what the team needs as opposed to strictly what I want.
BUT NAW MAN IT MUST BE BECAUSE I'M A GIRL AND GIRLS DON'T LIKE PLAYING OFFENSE OR TANKS BECAUSE THEY CAN'T HANDLE PLAYING REAL CLASSES IN AN FPS LAWL
Because I always insisted on being with you during your darkest hours,
Did you think I was tired and needed sleep during light?
Why is it that you never once greeted me when the sun was shining on your flawless skin and it was time to eat your favourite meal?
I never slept, you should have known that.
The few times I tried, you shook me awake to cry another whole night.
I did not sleep and always kept tissues just for you but I also had a list of fun things we could do.
The tissues weren’t enough and you used the lists like they were just extra tissues.
So we never got around to doing the fun things; we never got around to doing anything but wiping your tears.