like it was worth it sry

Ok so i was thinking about this post by @newbads all day and specifically like. When and how did dennis start acting distant around Mac? but i kind of went off on a tangent not rly related to that post so heres on its own, like, sort of a timeline i guess, starting from mortgage crisis and ending with ddl

(i actually started this like a week ago and then got stuck halfway through and now school has started again so i wont probably have time to come back to it like i’d want, so i’m posting it as is and pls feel free to contribute later stuff if u want to :))))

Hypothesis: Dennis is super touchy and affectionate in season 5, freaks out after Break Up when he realises his feelings for mac, temporarily distances himself a little bit for a while (including marrying maureen), but mostly still pretty close. After Mac Day starts getting especially distant and it only gets worse over time, reaches a peak in s12 after Mac comes out in HoHC, and its evident by DDL that this is not sustainable and something drastic has to change.

read more because its fuckn long for a dashboard tbh, sorry

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~ 11.09.17 ~

just some danish exercises that helps me understand the subject more. 

the pictures is featuring my hillariously ugly water bottle and I just want to remind you all to stay hydrated. 

it’s really important, and I have found that carrying a water bottle with me everywhere is a good way to get some water down. it can be hard to drink as much as you’re supposed to, but it’s really worth it afterwards.

hope you all have a great day :)

I can’t sleep ‘cause she’s kissing your bloodstained lips and it’s not perfect. she holds you far from her heart, she doesn’t care if your lungs forget they no longer need air to survive, she doesn’t care that I need you to survive.

I can’t sleep because she kisses like a spring rain when you’re in love with the clash of lightning, the roll of thunder.

I wonder if she knows-

she’s loving you wrong, baby.

—  (was she worth it) // saphael

anonymous asked:

so does anyone else feel like 'whats the use of feeling, blue?' was the weakest song in the show? like i like 'giant woman' more than it. i keep seeing people praise it, but the music seemed rushed and the lyrics were sung ...oddly?

i interrupted mi listenin of the kipling theme from th.e d.own (go watch th.e d.own) to listen to this song and it wasn’t worth it man. the vocals seem too pitchy (??? is that the word???), you couldn’t really hear blue pearl at all (im sry that’s always bugged me), and you can barely hear the music as the song progresses. the beginning sounded menacing and mechanical, i really loved that!! but it goes away for i don’t even know what to call it. this song is like lowkey catchy and the first diamond song but that’s all that there is to it

I’m so emo rn and I do not say it often since I’m trying to be patient and I like the way knk are developing but like c’mon guys they’re the sweetest bunch of people with skills that are worth paying attention to and they’re a real fam that every tinkerbell is so soft for. they’re like you childhood friends you came to school with and this is one of the most lovely things in the world.

I love knk so much and sometimes I do wish people would stop ignoring these weird kids. 

jilldrawblog  asked:

for the kiss meme: August/Rhys #9? :3

jill i hope ur happy this was gon be short n gay but then it caught feelings. 1.5k words worth of feelings. no sexy times tho sry :c

(for this prompt meme)

The Purple Skag is as horrible and seedy as Rhys remembers it being, and he makes a face as he ducks under the arm of the musclebound idiot at the door. It smells worse than he remembers. Like cheap booze, and unwashed bodies, and bad decisions all around.

Kind of like the bad decision he’s making right now, if he’s being honest.

“Hey,” Rhys clears his throat, and waves two fingers at the bartender. It’s not August, which messes his plan up a little. The sullen, piercing laden girl gives him a glare, and slouches over.

“Whaddya want,” she says, barely opening her mouth to speak.

“Nice,” Rhys says under his breath, before clearing his throat and raising his voice. “What’s your best champagne?”

The bartender gives him a look, like he’s the idiot in the conversation, and walks off to slouch against the other side of the bar, bringing out her ECHOtab and blatantly ignoring Rhys.

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why yoonmin works (otp/brotp)

i just spent an hour lying in bed pondering about yoonmin, as one does

bc whereas jikook is fairly easy to grasp, yoonmin has one of those relationships that seems so unlikely on paper but actually works so well in real life and it just stirs my curiosity. you’d think someone who’s as private with his emotions + as blunt as yoongi wouldn’t mix with someone who’s quick-tempered/sensitive like jimin YET somehow they do??

(instead of finishing jikook BL analysis pt.2 i wrote an essay about yoonmin… im sry;;; this is mostly for myself, i wanted to organize my thoughts)

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Variations on a Korean Folk Song (main theme)
top: E flat clarinet/flute, clarinet 1, 2, 3
bottom: horn 1, 4, baritone/tenor sax, bass clarinet

this one took a while (three+ hours) but ended up being hella worth it! intonation was really difficult because of the octaves and unisons across the different parts, time was strange because this isn’t something you can play to a metronome so i started with a video of me conducting in the bass clarinet spot, then at the very end recorded over the conducting video with the bass clarinet part
this was really fun i’m hoping to do more symphonic works or excerpts like this in the future

anonymous asked:

What do you mean by locale? Sry for being extraordinarily dumb I feel like a noob all the time when seeing your posts on my dash

locale is like the reason why your japanese text would look all funky and………. not actual japanese characters??? i guess is the best way to put it???

this is how you change your locale:

mine’s set to japanese (japan) so all my unicode text or w/e looks normal but idk if this the right solution to ur issue…. but hopefully it’s something worth trying??

writing by school shooter bobby gladden


locked inside this cage, my mind is filled with rage, dont care if i live or die, to me its all the same, trapped inside the darkness, that ive known all of my life, the only thing i can count on, to be forever by my side, because in the end youll realize, that im not worth your time, surrounded by emptiness, capable of nothing, so i slit my wrists just to remind myself what its like to feel something, i just want to feel, anything at all, so i cover the floor in shards of glass, i begin to crawl… 

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im so fuckin mad WHY cant i be a good boyfriend im such a god dam waste of space im disgusting i dont know how other people can love me when im like this. the only good my own father saw in me was as his fuckig sex toy my mother always liked my little sisters better i was wasnt never anything but a problem that people controled with violence and rape if i wasnt terrified outa my mind i just made trouble for everyone people couldnt deal with me what does that say about my worth as a person now that im grown? that i AINT GOT NONE.

Request - Can you Do an imagine Story about Alec. Y/n is a New shadowhunter in the Institute and the Tutore of Max. Max likes her and wants that alec falls for her and planed a date night for them or something like that. Sry my english isn’t the Best.

Ps Reposting due to blog switch :)

The journey from Idris had been long, but you had finally arrived at the New York institue. The option had been there to portal ofcourse, but that was something you avoided at all costs. The quesy feeling it left you with wasn’t worth the time saved. You’d arrived at the request of Maryse Lightwood, she ran the institue, and asked for you personally to tutor her youngest son, Max. He needed some tuition when it came to his runes. After a mix up while staying at the Mumbai institue, the young shadowhunter had gotten confused between a heat rune and a nourishment rune. Landing himself in some hot water indeed. But you were confident that with a little help and a few nudges in the right direction, you’d have him on top form in no time. He’d be able to indentify and draw them all by the time you were ready to pack your bag and head back home to Idris.

You were unpacking your bag, placing the items of clothing you’d brought with you into the empty chest of drawers provided in the guest room when the door to your bedroom was thrown open, a young child running quickly into the quiet room, his face full of excitement. “Are you Y/n?” he asked breathlessly, climbing up onto the tall bed, making himself comfortable.

“I am. You must be Max?” you nodded in approval as he removed his shoes, catching you glancing at his feet.

“When are we starting lessons?” he queried, full of enthusiasm. Which was a rare quality in any of your students.

“Max.” Maryse Lightwood walked into the room, casting a stern glance at her youngest son that had him quickly picking up his disgarded shoes and exiting from the room as swiftly as he had entered it. “You must excuse my son.” she smiled at you tightly “I’m glad you could join us, y/n, please make yourself comfortable, i’m sure the journey was a long one.”

“Thank you.” you smiled back at her, she left then, closing the door quietly behind her.

oOo Two Weeks Later oOo

Max had proven to be quite the little brain box, he picked up information easily. That was when he was concentrating on what he was doing. His attention span was short, but then again so was most 9 year olds. It came with the territory. You couldnt stay mad at him too long, he could get away with murder that one all he’d have to do is flash a cheeky grin and like most you just melted.

Maryse and Robert Lightwood had gone back to Idris, leaving their children at the institue, usually Max would have gone with them but since you were here, Maryse thought it would be more productive for him to stay behind and study. Max was the youngest of three, Alec was the oldest with Izzy following shortly behind. In many ways Izzy and Max were polar opposites to their older brother, you hadn’t spent that much time with anyone but Max but you could tell in the ways that those two were laidback, Alec was much more serious. But then, he was set to take over the institute from his parents one day, he had responsibilty and expectations on his shoulders that the other two didnt.

When max had offered you a tour of the institue after studying on your second day here, you had accepted gratefully. He had shown you the important stuff, the kitchen, the library and his room. You didnt really need to know how to find anything else, but he still brought you down to the training room. Alec was there, hammering his hands against a punching back, wearing nothing more than sweatpants. You were embarrassed to admit the minute or two it took you to pay attention, Max releasing your hand and running upto his older brother with a childlike squel was enough to reign your wandering thoughts back to the task at hand. Concealing a growing pink tinge that you could feel rising up your cheeks. He either didnt notice, or he was nice enough not to mention it. Max told his brother about what he had learned so far and Alec asked a few questions about your life back in Idris. That was the only real conversation you’d had with Alec, he was polite in passing, nodding at you if you passed him in the hallway but that was the extent of your interaction.

Thats why the current situation was so odd.

Max had asked you if instead of eating in your room tonight, as you had been doing, that you’d come and eat with him and his siblings. You’d agreed of course, it would have been rude not too, and you couldnt refuse that cute face when he smiled up at you so sweetly. But Max and Izzy werent in the room for very long, you could tell from the glances Max was casting to his sister that they were upto something, from the look Alec was giving them both, he too was suspicious. After barely even looking at their plates for more than a minute they both excused themselves. Leaving you there alone, with Alec. The silence was suffocating, but thankfully it didnt take him long to break it.

“Has Max been behaving?” he asked without looking up from his plate, piercing another shell of pasta onto his fork.

“You could say that.” you answered back, not looking to get your young student into any trouble with his older brother. The smile that crossed Alec’s usually blank features was one that was infectious, it only seemed to appear when Max was around or mentioned. The conversation continued on, Alec asking questions about Max and how you were finding New York so far. His line of questioning was soon cut short when he sighed and turned to face the door.

“Max, i know you’re there.” he said loudly, your attention was pulled towards the door as it slowly opened and Max stood there looking caught out. “Was Izzy in on this with you?” he asked as max walked upto the table and stood beside Alec. You watched the exchange with a frown, not following the conversation anymore.

“Maybe.” Max answered with a small shrug.

“It wasn’t very well planned.” Alec stood up from the table and took his now empty plate over to one of the countertops, placing it down genlty before turning the tap on to fill the sink.

“It was!” Max argued “It worked didnt it, you were talking!”

“What?” you asked, you could feel the confused look set in.

“This..” Alec moved his hand between the both of you “was a set up.”

“It was?” you turned to look at Max, trying your best to keep your expression firm, with one eyebrow raised.

“Well” Max sighed and walked around to you, almost looking apologetic. “Alec wouldnt ask you out on a proper date, he’s shy.”

“Your brother doesnt want to ask me out on a date Max.” the blsuh was back again, and the only thing you wanted to do was retreat back to the comfort of your room.

“He does.” Max nodded “he said you were pretty.”

“Oh god Max, stop talking!” Alec shook his head at the younger Lightwood before telling him to go to his room and get ready for bed. You sat at the table for a few minutes, watching Alec quickly wash up the few dishes that were used. It had gone all quiet again, and you decided to leave before it got anymore awkward. You’d just reached the door when Alec suddenly wrapped his hand tightly around your wrist, holding you back for a moment before letting go. “About that date…” he trailed off, running a hand through his dark hair, obviously uncomfortable.

“Sure” you smiled up at him before continuing to head back towards your bedroom, that smile didnt move the rest of the night.

anonymous asked:

hi larps i'm kinda sick and kinda tipsy so like sry if i don't make sense lol. i love ur blog, ur shitposts or whatev are 👌🏻🙌🏻 but omfg ur longer info posts!!! amazing. i love them. ur v well spoken. also i grew up w a narcish mom that left w me no boundaries/self worth, basically a doormat and u have given me hope that i can improve and get better. but more importantly u have finally helped give me the drive and motivation to actually TRY so tysm 💖💖💖 ur my take-no-shit-inspo 💋🌟🖕🏻🖤

yass girl 💖

ok so i have another hal jordan-related hc and this one is a bit personal and might be projecting on my part so feel free to disregard this completely but i hc hal to have ADHD (the impulsive type)

“but using willpower requires a lot of focus!!! same with flying!!!” true true but the thing is?? when hal gives a shit, he has enough willpower to actually keep his mind on the task. but what is even more important is that both of those activities come to hal NATURALLY, he has automatized ringslinging and flying, you can esp see that when it comes to using ring – his constructs are instinctual, he never puts much thought into what hes about to create, whatever is on his mind works (he thinks ‘i need to punch that guy’ he creates boxing gloves etc). its all natural to him so he doesnt actually need to concentrate, it happens to him bc flying/using ring is just?? his second nature

now when it comes to just normal life… he can’t handle reading long texts, always claims that its just “boring” but its not, he just cant focus for long enough, his eyes skip around and he gives up easily. he doesnt like watching movies (unless theyre about a subject that fascinates him, then focusing gets easier – FOR EXAMPLE: TOP GUN). internet and mobile apps are a huge blessing for him, twitter is his favorite form of social media

he just says things without thinking them over, which makes others perceive him as brash and kind of a dick, when in reality, hal just doesn’t have that much of a restraint, he doesn’t pay attention to the words that are coming out of his mouth, he often says things only to say them, it’s like he has to be talking (which annoys his Brooding Superhero Pals)

justice league meetings are usually a torture to him, which is why he spends most of them playing on phone

the often “huh–? sry i wasnt listening” are mistaken for another sign of his arrogance AND YEAH HES ARROGANT but he doesnt listen to people because he thinks they arent worth listening to, he just tunes out of conversations a lot, sometimes he just sits there while batman is monologuing or something, words just become a weird mess in his ears and WELL, nobody can tell hes looking down to check his twitter if hes wearing that green mask

honestly hal having adhd explains a LOT of his actions… and i also think he was diagnosed with it as a kid, just when adhd was becoming a Thing in the child psychology. and his mom would use it as an argument as to why hal cant go to air force (”you can’t be a pilot with adhd!!”), which made hal REALLY UPSET FOR A WHILE THERE… but then his resolute 11 yrs old self decided to screw this and become pilot anyways… bc he has that much WILL


Flowerkawa is finally done //sweats 
Thanks again for inspiring me and letting me draw him in this design, I really appreciate it, Mandy <3

[[photo, photo, scan (which sucks lmao)]]

Actually there wasn’t too much to be done after the last WIPs? LMAO
And I kinda felt bad for taking so long to add the last bits to call it finished and then I said to myself “I gotta pimp it and make it worth the wait!! ` v ´)9″
Sooo I went ahead and made a mess of my desk with leaf metal again ehehehe
But I think it’s really fitting ´ 7 `

anonymous asked:

sry to ask but how do i get better at drawing? i feel like i never get to that point where i feel good about my art

Well, i cant speak for others…

But in my case, I stop depending my good feeling on other people’s reaction. I try to appease myself- because I’m the biggest critic of myself. Other people’s needs and wants are fickle as hell, so depending your self worth on other people’s approval without any real merit is only going to bring pain to our sensitive, artists hearts… (lol)

But it gotta be REAL tho, not like ‘oh i hate my art because it’s not good enough for me (goes deeper: because I don’t get enough recognition(1))cause this only gonna bring you latent pain.

Art for me is my tool for self expression. I used to be the kind of person who was TERRIFIED of people, I draw so I can feel better or feel like i could have some semblance of communication, and these were in my teen years.

As i grew up, I shifted my priorities: art is so I can pass my classes and get enough grades to graduate, art is so I make some money to live independently alone. So the approval is not from other people, but FROM THE CA$H i’m getting. So, it’s a hard, cold, actual tangible exchange of interest, y’know? Not just recognition and approval from fickle sources. 

Now I have other jobs (not drawing) so I just draw for fun, and if people enjoy it, great. If not, that’s fine. It’s what makes me happy, if other people are happy about it to, that’s awesome and that’s what matters. I’m sure there are people who dislike what I do or feel indifferent, but hey, it’s a free world. we all do whatever we want.

disclaimer: this is me- I know there’s millions other ways to approach this but this is how i operate. All I know, depending your self-worth on other people (in terms of recognition and approval etc) is not gonna help you much in getting better. You gotta be your own friend first and foremost- have some value on yourself… on what you wanna do, on what you wanna express, then you definitely can grow from there. 

edit: If you said “oh I’ve done all these, why still people don’t like my art more?” then go back to point (1) up there ;9 )