I love the little hipster side of her, and I love how creative she could be with it. I’ve seen pictures of hats or scarfs that she’s made. Before she took a step back from Twitter, she used to tweet all these pics of the clothes she owns or has made, like that rack full of hats. She’s got so many different hats!
Her attempts at creating designs in her coffee is cute but can also be impressive. My own attempts at creating something as simple as a heart has always ended in disaster, so she makes it look easy.
She has this hippie side to her that’s lovely to see, whether that’d be actually making or designing things, or just dressing herself up in a certain way. She just looks like an adorable gypsy.
Since I’ve gotten so many questions about how I do these/ where I go/ what I use/ etc, here’s a handy play-by-play guide on how you can make an emo hipster collage on your phone from your couch as you binge-watch Desperate Housewives for the eight time.
It starts with a trip to Pinterest
Usually the inspiration comes from seeing something that’s so on point for a character, it suddenly becomes my civic duty to make a aesthetic post with it.
Now to spend what feels like (and occasionally is) several hours of browsing for the rest of the pictures (my tip is to use the keyword for what you’re looking for + photography - ex: “dark photography”). Make sure to look in the related pins if you find something close but not quite there. Most of what I find isn’t in the direct results.
If Pinterest doesn’t bring up anything good, I’ll use show screenshots, check out weheartit, or even Google, but about 95% of everything I’ve used has come from Pinterest.
Now that I have more pictures, I open PicsArt (yes, it’s available for android).
Press the plus sign
Choose Collages > Grid > Portrait. 8 seems pretty standard for most aesthetic collages you’ll find, but I use the 6-photo one because I’m still a lazy fuck.
Choose all your pictures
Take the border down to 0% and rearrange the pictures in the order you want them.
Cool, but some of the pictures need fixing. The one on the top right needs to be cropped.
I choose a couple others that are a bit too bright for the scheme I want and press FX.
Pick whatever filter to make it match up with your ~vision~.
After making all the individual changes, press the check mark.
The check mark will make the collage into one solid picture, and more editing options will become available.
I always save before making any other changes. After saving, you can pick another filter to make everything uniform. Or open tools to adjust brightness/contrast and all that other stuff. Those are better for individual photo editing though. Once again, these other options aren’t available when you edit in the first stage of your collage, so if you have a picture that requires more than a filter, do that before starting your collage.
Congrats! It’s an aesthetic post.
I’ll usually do 2-5 other versions for a collage, using different filters or putting the pictures in different orders until I’m satisfied. Then I’ll compare them in drafts and post whichever I like best.
bellarke + 'I originally followed you on Instagram bc you’re hot and I’m thirsty but now I’ve developed actual feelings for you bc you’re a genuinely good person’ HAPPY FUTURE HOLIDAYS!!! and thanks 🙈
Clarke’s original reasons for following Octavia’s brother were far from pure, but she thinks it would be hard for anyone to figure that out. After all, she found out about his Instagram because Octavia posted a picture of the two of them with the caption: Finally got my dork brother on Instagram (and in Boston!!), everyone follow @theblakemistake.
If anyone asked, she was just following orders. It was not at all that he was really, really hot. No one could prove otherwise.
Especially when she keeps following him through the rocky first weeks of his Instagramming. Given how Bellamy Blake looked–broad shoulders, tan skin, toothpaste-commercial smile, artfully mussed hair, topped off with a pair of black hipster frames and a generous sprinkling of freckles–she assumed Octavia’s descriptor of “my dork brother” was just a little sister teasing.
But Bellamy’s inaugural Instagram post is a picture of a plant Clarke can’t identify with a truly dorky caption:
Things @octaviathefirst (am I doing that right) made me get today:
1. Instagram account 2. Plant
I figure I might as well use the first to monitor the second and see which one dies first.
And then he actually lists information about the plant. Like how many leaves it has and its color and the dampness of the soil. It is not at all what Clarke was expecting, but she finds herself actually kind of looking forward to his daily plant updates. His captions are fun, and he is really worried about his ability to keep the thing alive, which is really endearing.
After a week and a half of that, he finally posts another picture of himself, wearing pajamas and holding an orange kitten. Which is exactly the content Clarke was looking for. That’s what she’s about.
So, it’s come to my attention (s/o to @octaviathefirst) that I’m “doing it wrong” and just posting pictures of my plant is “boring and sad.” So I guess people on Instagram like cats? That’s what I’m getting. Anyway, this is Hermes, he’s an asshole.
if ur still taking prompts do you have any thoughts on an SMH camping trip?
Going camping is Chowder’s idea to start with, but Ransom and Holster are the ones that make sure the trip actually happens. They choose a campsite and make sure that everyone has all the materials they need and Holster even makes a playlist.
That said, Ransom and Holster have absolutely no idea what they’re doing. They think that three bags of marshmallows are necessary and forget to pack almost any other food.
Thank goodness for Bitty being the Mom Friend™ and knowing to pack enough for everyone anyways.
Farmer, Chowder, Bitty, and Dex are the only people in the squad who have ever been camping before.
Dex is super excited to see Nursey in the wild. He wants him to try to be chill with potential bugs crawling in his tent he’s so excited he’s j u st
Nursey wants to write poetry and compare his unrequited crush to the beauties of nature. Leave him alone, Dex.
The trip starts off just with SMH members, but Farmer has been hiking and camping since she was three and really wants to go. Chowder can’t say no to her.
Also! He gets to see his girlfriend in nature in nike shorts walking through undergrowth w/ her powerful and glorious thunder thighs on display and he is just! So excited and overwhelmed.
Lowkey Chowder is a Camping God. He always knows which direction to take to get to the camp ground. He knows which plants to warn the team about before the rest of the team even notices said plants. Could probably survive in the wilderness for months and would still be more upbeat and perfect than u.
The only reason he hasn’t seriously considered doing so is because he really likes being around people and would miss taro boba. Taro boba fuels him.
Lardo stays home. Lardo does not go on camping trips. She did that once in fifth grade and burned down three cabins. It’s the only time in her life she’s been less than Flawless™
When asked to explain how she started the cabin fires, she declines. All you need to know is that she is not going on this trip. Larissa Duan refuses to die in the woods.
Jack and Shitty are both excited for the trip and drive up to join the team.
Shitty wants to be naked in the woods. ‘nuff said.
Jack is going for the #aesthetic. Let my artsy-hipster-photographer son take pictures of his boyfriend the sun dappling through the leaves and the almost fictional looking babbling brooks and the old pieces of junk that people forgot and nature reclaimed. Unlock his camera. Permit him.
They do that whole thing where they sit around a campfire and roast marshmallows and hot dogs. It’s almost too cute.
Nursey keeps on accidentally setting his marshmallow on fire and pouting about it (which is lowkey killing Dex… Nursey has no idea how weak Dex is for Nursey’s puppy-dog look. Someone help him.)
Dex grumpily gives Nursey his perfectly golden-tan marshmallow after about the fourth time Nursey ruins his.
Chowder and Farmer actually like eating charred marshmallows.
Bitty doesn’t understand.. he’s cryign… who consumes blackened sugar??
If Bitty gets cold then it only makes sense that Jack would give him his jacket. Just platonic bros being dudes.
could you recommend any good canon fics or at least one? I'm dying to read something but I don't know what.
Untangle Me Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch that’s been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days, home hadn’t been a place. It’d been a person. He’d etched it permanently into his skin for fucks sake.
It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn’t it?It’s not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn’t really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. It’s not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he’s good at distractions. But LA only seems to accentuate the distance between them. Two separate planets, not even in the same solar system.
Or the one where Harry and Louis finally get it right.
Through the Darkest of Your Days
“Harry thinks he might not really know what okay is, but Louis is warm next to him, solid and constant and questioning. He’s all wide eyes and nerves and vulnerability. And this feels alright, this might be some sort of okay, Harry thinks.” Future!fic, roadtrip!fic, OT5 friendship!fic.
The Sound of Your Voice From Far Away It’d be perfect, he convinces himself. Things with Lou are – well. They’re the way they are, and there’s no point dwelling on why it’s got that way. But he thinks this would help – not fix them, because they’re not broken. They don’t need to be put back together, they’re just. Out of sync, maybe. It would help. He thinks it would, anyway, if they could just be the two of them again, to be alone together with no outside influences pressing claustrophobically in on them, just for a bit. And driving down an empty highway with nothing else but Louis beside him is the best way to do that that he can imagine.
Or, after the U.S. leg of the Take Me Home tour, Harry and Louis drive from L.A. to NYC. They figure some things out, like how to deal with the distance that’s been growing between them.
Nothing You Can Do (But Learn How to Be You in Time)
A Canon Compliant Semi-AU. Louis braids Harry’s hair. There are good times, bad times, fancy houses, supportive bandmates, secret boyfriends, small rebellions, bigger revolutions, some nail varnish, ribbons, cute clothing, and a Pinterest.
wild flower, my face of love It feels like a lifetime’s worth of adoration when Harry kisses him – just to kiss him, just to feel his lips, because even 15 minutes without them is 14 minutes and 59 seconds too many – and when Louis holds him back, wraps his arms and legs and lips around him, it’s like an inexplicable familiarity between their souls that just four years can’t explain.
Or: the one where Jay gets married.
phosphenes Phosphenes n. the stars and colors you see when you rub your eyes.
“I miss you, Lou.” Harry says. “’M right here.” Louis answers.
Every Arrow That I Aim Is True “I can see you don’t believe me,” Harry says, pretending to be stern. Louis chuckles a little but doesn’t get out of the bed. “Anyway, I texted Liam and told him you’re with me. He said to stay here as long as you need, and he’ll deal with the show over there until you want to come back, all right?”
Louis doesn’t say anything again so Harry whispers, “Just stay here with me for a while, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”
Louis is quiet. He never picks his head up, but Harry can see the pillow move from where he’s nodding and his fingers tighten around Harry’s. “Yeah,” Louis says. “Yeah, all right.”
the dark and the dentist
“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.”
We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies?
“How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life.
An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.
//tbh i wanted to put a sticker over my face its ew. im sorry.
okay so the story of this is… it’s pretty weird for me.
anyway. Sar and I were in line for this and holy shit was I shaking. I’m still shaking as I right this from the memory. we had planned everything out before and I was just… ugh. shaking and all shy. Sar had a castume on with a bee thing over it and it was cute. i was her flowers and… modern!fae!Cas? idk it looked pretty good with my mini camera. sorta hipster. but i didn’t have wings tho. im getting off topic. so i had those two on and y’know all that good stuff. but i stayed next to misha when the picture with Sar ended and sorta looked up at him and was all “uhm.. can you wear this pink one and give me a kiss on the forehead? like a forest god would?” in a whisper like voice and he smiled and nodded, put the crown on. i dont even know how he heard me but thank god he did. so, when he did that i scooted closer and got into the whole happy space and closed my eyes.
let me tell you…. misha is really fuckin fit. i felt like a potato. he also smelled really good. (is that weird?) but like he kissed my hair and yeah. when it was all done with, he gave me my crown and we actually thanked each other (that fuckin sweet heart) then i left. i was shaking and all hyped up.
honestly it was a great experience but i think he was having an off day. they were rushing him around and he’s a person who wants to take his time. yet he was sweet and all that stuff.
now the autograph time.
so i was standing in line with Sar, Tanya, and Aspi(i unfortunately don’t know her tumblr name. she was great) waiting to get our autographs. i was so nervous and i thought when we got there we would be able to talk to him.
when we got there he just had to say hi and sign. which was making him MISERABLE. it was obvious. i mentioned that my name was Dmitri A’Kai and he brightened up. i honestly didn’t think he woULD SIGN MY NAME THERE WITH A HEART. let me tell you the volunteer beside him was PISSED. she look annoyed and i loved it. misha practically gave her a dirty look and took his sweet time writing my name and we had a slight conversation. he asked me if i spelled it the same way he did and i nodded very proudly and told him i did. he smiled a little and slid my picture over to me and nodded, looking at my name tag. (it said Dmitri A’Kai with my pronouns) i told him that the camp i got it at thought A’Kai was my middle name and just put Dmitri on the print. Misha told me that i was the first person that he knew who spelled my name like his. then he took the picture back and put “AKA “Dmitri”“ before smiling and signing my friend’s stuff.
i think him personalizing it was a way to rebel in a way. and i was happy for him. because he seemed a lot happier afterwards.
i also gave him a letter but yeah. that’s it.
i hope you enjoyed my story about the first day with misha!
‘Victoria and Max flirting in photography class without realising what they’re doing, but everyone around them finding it super cute.’ Thanks to holyfuckabear for this prompt!
This is goddamned awful. If Max had known this would’ve happened, she wouldn’t have bothered coming into class. She can’t even rewind, the class has progressed too far and she knows Jefferson wouldn’t let her leave. So, now she’s stuck with Victoria Chase as a partner… For modelling, of all things. Max still isn’t over what Kate tried to do, still isn’t over that Victoria played a huge part in that, but what else can she do other than to grit her teeth and get on with it? Wait. Max could walk out of class. Which is tempting, but no. It’s not worth the added hassle.
Maybe Jefferson should’ve taken into consideration that the school bully and her victim may not work together so well. It takes approximately two minutes for them to start bickering.
‘God Max, why can’t you wear normal clothes? Thrift shopping doesn’t make anyone look attractive.’ Victoria’s tone is somewhat lacking in venom, still totally transfixed on taking pictures, and do they really have to take these pictures in class? At least Victoria would humiliate her in private.
'Hey, what’s your problem? After all of this, after everything that’s went on, does the effect of your actions really not fucking sink in?’ Max’s voice is a whisper, but it still captures how fucking angry she is. Victoria grits her teeth and oh shit. Maybe she should rewind, but fuck, the queen bee has had this coming.
'Maybe you’re my problem, hipster.’ She’s obviously avoiding the other question, and it makes Max raise an eyebrow. The Victoria she knows would totally deflect this question, blame what happened on Kate just being fucked up. Which makes Max kind of glad she avoided that one. She would’ve probably hit Victoria if she pulled that crap.
'Oh, so you’re just dealing with gay feelings then?’ Max really didn’t know what possessed her to say that. And she didn’t really want to push the other issue. This is probably Chloe’s influence. Victoria’s face goes an interesting shade of pink, before biting out,
'I bet you’d like that, Caulfield.’ Max was going to rewind, but this is just too good to resist. She actually has Victoria on the ropes, for once.
'Maybe I would. It’s better than you just being a dick.’
'Whatever, Caulfield. Keep looking like that and tilt your head to the right.’ Max sighs, yet does what she’s told. This is art, after all.
'Perfect.’ Victoria mutters to herself, probably without meaning to.
'I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about anyone.’
'I was talking about the shot.’ She says, far too quickly and Max finds herself grinning. Fuck, between Chloe’s influence and the time travel powers, she feels mildly invincible. Like it doesn’t matter what she says, because what can this bully do to her? After Kate, she’s beyond caring.
'Sure you were.’
'Make me.’ Nice job, Max. What are you? Twelve?
'Maybe I will, hippie. Maybe I will.’ Her voice is a low growl, and then the implication of what she said sinks in. Both of the girls look at each other, in stunned silence, their faces heating up and laughter coming from Max’s left makes her very aware of the fact that everyone was listening.
'Well, if Victoria and Max are done with their lovers quarrel, can we all get on with some actual work?’ Mr. Jefferson says, a smirk on his face and Max can literally see Victoria bristle. It looks like she wants to say something, a snappy retort, a denial, anything, but thinks the better of it. Her cheeks are stained red, and admittedly, it’s a really fucking good look on her. Without really thinking too much about it, she raises her camera and takes a picture. It’ll be good for the portfolio, especially with how the light turns Victoria’s eyes to a honey colour, and the redness of her face makes for an endearing picture (not like Max would never admit that out loud, anyway).
She shakes the Polaroid almost lazily, admiring the shot for a second. Victoria is glaring daggers at her and Max takes a second to glance around her to avoid her gaze. The whole class is fixated on them. Taylor’s brows are furrowed in confusion but everyone else is grinning like they just won the fucking lottery or something. Someone even sighs dreamily and oh fuck, do they think that- no. Her and Victoria are just… No. That’s like Joker and Batman hooking up. Stupid and dangerous. Victoria, who obviously can’t take the awkwardness of this situation anymore, simply stands up and struts out. The blonde tries to play it cool, despite how flustered she looks and Max is horrified that she finds it cute. There’s only five, horribly long and cripplingly awkward minutes left of the lesson to endure, anyway.
(She doesn’t spend those minutes thinking of Victoria, nope, not at all).
ME AND MY BESTEST FAVORITEST POKEMON SABLEYE! Doing Ranked Battles in the Battle Spot against Japanese players that only use Uber Pokemon. I hate them. I’ve had some pretty intense battles but I haven’t played for a while.. because I have more wins than loses and I want it to stay that way (and by more I mean like, 60 loses and 64 wins or something)
I tried drawing this like Ken Sugimori’s early Pokemon concept art, mixed with my usual way of drawing things. I also wanted to fit my whole team in this picture, but it might’ve been a bit crammed, so maybe I’ll do another picture for Ditto, Electivire and my other lovely pocket demons.
I drew this all in Flash CS5.5, on my Slate 7, while at a coffee shop listening to hipsters read spoken words about anarchy.
I had made these little plant pots to decorate my apartment, but I haven’t been able to put some plants on them. I saw them in my kitchen this morning and pictured how cute they would look with plants on them. This was the result.