little big down

protect mila / sara is the big spoon fight me

bc i am gay trash i couldn’t help but notice mila and sara in the background of the GPF banquet photos and i just

oh mila

tfw u clutching at the gf during a horror movie but she’s too busy gleefully watching the bloodbath

sara pls she needs protection put down your phone

tldr; mila babicheva of the edgy undercut is a delicate cinnamon roll who should be protected at all costs. sara crispino of the flowing tresses is an actual knight who knows no fear. in other news, sara crispino is probably the big spoon.

collage with all my louis drawings since my last collage. finished it yesterday but figured i’d post it in honor of louis’ b-day. i draw him a lot lmao

I don’t get why Perrie is getting shit for swearing during Down & Dirty @ Big Weekend

During the performance, Perrie sang “fuck that get down and dirty” and people are losing their minds bc she “doesn’t say that in the real song” and that the audience was too young for her to swear. 

Ok. 

1. If you listen to the song carefully, she definitely says fuck that

2. She has performed it that way every show of their current tour

3. Maybe the audience was a little young but the entire song/album is about sex…

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Haha well I’m promising backstory on DarkpathAU and this is just the beginning of that, the uh… ‘setup’ comic, if you will. 

Hiro might be kinda sorta starting to realize something is a little different about this specific 'imposter’, though his mind is trying to refuse all possibility that this guy really is Tadashi. Though considering he just took a bullet for him, well

Hiro’s a little ticked off to say the least. (Also this kid really needs to stop getting face injuries I mean seriously)

Bonus:

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips to make line art look better, whenever I draw the lines end up looking like I'm making a 2nd draft when I just want clean lines 😧 if not that's okay, anyways how's life going for u?

my lines are actually… really messy LMAO but there are some things i do to try and make it look a little better !

  • draw big + scale down. i usually start with an 8x11″ canvas and then zoom out to around 25-50% to draw. when it gets resized, the lineart looks smoother and stray pixels are less noticeable
  • tinker around with the stabilizer/stabilization. if you have a shaky hand, this helps make your strokes less jittery. good rule of thumb is to work in quick, long strokes. if it’s too sketchy, you can always go back and erase the stray lines (tho you can tell i clearly don’t lmao)
  • brush settings matter, at least for me. if it doesn’t have the right ~feel~, i have a hard time getting used to it www/// it all depends on what kind of “look” you’re going for. if you like clean sharp lines with tapering ends and dynamic line-weight, you’d use the pen tool. if you want to emulate the “traditional” look, you’d use textures. if you like the simplistic/minimal doodle style, you’d use pen tool without pressure-sensitivity. i like my lines soft/sketchy and fading out in opacity (instead of tapering out in size), so i tend to use customized (air)brushes. experiment and play around with the settings to find the right one for you ovo)b
You don’t know how it is. It’s like I’ve got this angry little person inside me, and I can feel him trying to get out. He’s running out of room because he’s growing bigger and bigger, and so he starts rising up, into my lungs, chest, throat, and I just push him right back down. I don’t want him to come out. I can’t let him out.
—  All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven
live with a man who knows you

do you live with a man who knows you / are you living the life you chose?

Summary: Victor has spent nearly his entire life being cold, from being born in the dead of winter through growing up in northern Russia to deciding to dedicate his life to ice rinks. He’s never thought much of the cold—until spends enough time feeling warm. (Or: adjusting to domestic life in St. Petersburg, the fanfic)

Word Count: 3,569

A/N: Annnnd it’s finished! This one gave me an unusual amount of difficulty to write, but I really, really wanted to do it anyway.  It can also be found posted to AO3 here.

This is the second of a few fics I plan to write for follower requests after I hit a milestone about a week ago. @subteraneans and @demisexualmako both asked me for domesticity in St. Petersburg, and @comet-kind requested something fluffy and sweet and snowy for the season. The two requests ended up in combination here. 

Thanks to @subteraneans for helping me with Russian terms of endearments, and happy belated birthday to @comet-kind, who shares the day with Victor!

Call it a weakness, but if there is one thing that will keep Victor lingering in a store for hours, it is the search for a perfect pair of leather gloves.

He has a whole drawer full of them in his closet, bunched behind soft-knitted scarves and few mismatched fuzzy socks. Yuuri discovers this when helping Victor pack up his room in Hasetsu, his eyes wide with a disbelief Victor rarely gets the pleasure of seeing on him in such a mundane setting. There have to be at least fifteen pairs, he points out. Yuuri pulls each pair one by one from the fingertips and deposits them on the floor in front of him in a damning spread of evidence. For what on earth does Victor need so many pairs of gloves?

The answer is simple: absolutely nothing.

Victor likes the scent of leather. It’s that somewhat sweet, somewhat sharp tang that wears away with age but never fully disappears. He breathes it in from his hands when it clings to his palms and cracks it in the air when he curls his knuckles, flexes fingers with each new glove pulled snug. Good leather, soft leather is pleasant to touch. And most importantly, whether each pair of gloves is lined with fur or fabric or nothing at all, they keep out the cold. 

He jokes to Yuuri that since he has to wear cheaper, moisture-wicking gloves for exercise when he’s skating, he’s had to buy so many other nice ones to make up for all the lost time. Yuuri rolls his eyes and tells him this is absolutely terrible logic. 

Victor laughs and falls back with his head in Yuuri’s lap, holding up a white fleece-lined glove to Yuuri’s cheek.  “Hm,” Victor murmurs. “Perhaps a brighter color would be better with your skin-tone, Yuuri.”

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When a couple is made of a delicate looking little lady and a bigger, grumpier guy.

When the guy remains acting grumpy but will immediately go all mushy when his lady gives him so much as a smile, and she’s endeared by him and not at all annoyed or put upon by his behavior.

When the big grumpy guy absolutely worships his littler lady and is just completely in love with her and shows her affection without question and she’s just so happy because of it and shows all that affection in turn.