i’ve been missing for a while but nothing much has been drawn on my part.. well.. it’s con prep and i’m in the full swing of things ;;
my best friend and I will be tabling at Otakon in DC this year! ´w`/ so we’re prepping for that.. i wish i could do more star wars fanart for the con but through personal experiences, they didn’t sell too well last year q__q the behind the scenes clip released recently lit a fire in my heart all over again.
i hope i can draw more of these two bbs when i get the chance oTL cries i love them so much
A taxi passenger tapped the driver on the shoulder to ask him a question. The driver screamed, lost control of the car, nearly hit a bus, went up on the footpath, and stopped centimeters from a shop window. For a second everything went quiet in the cab, then the driver said, “Look mate, don’t ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of me!”
The passenger apologized and said, “I didn’t realize that a little tap would scare you so much.”
The driver replied, “Sorry, it’s not really your fault. Today is my first day as a cab driver - I’ve been driving a funeral van for the last 25 years”.
Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.
Aedion pushed open the door to the ice cream parlor, basking in the chilled AC air that all but slapped him in the face.
It was only the beginning of summer, and yet the temperature was already blazing hot. He almost felt like the heat was suffocating him when he stepped outside. The moment he stepped out the door, sweat coated his skin.
Then again, he probably shouldn’t have complained. He had been talking to Aelin the night before and it was apparently twice as hot in Italy.
Aedion took a moment to glance around the ice cream parlor. It was booming with people. Families, teenagers, old couples. Everyone was out and about, stopping by to enjoy a cold scoop of ice cream on the insanely hot day.
He was supposed to be meeting Fenrys there before they headed to the pond for a swim. But Fenrys him already messaged him saying he was running a bit late. Still, Aedion couldn’t help but look around, hoping he was going to be able to snatch up a table or booth to sit down in. But they were all full.
Thank you for all your great advices! I’ve read all of them and I didn’t expect so many of you would take of their time to help me with this, I’m very happy! ;w;
It seems most of you suggested the MacBook Pro, but it seems like Paint Tool Sai is not compatible with Mac… If that’s the case, then I’m tempted to stay with the PC.
The one I have right now is a Sony Vaio 2013. Someone suggested me the Microsoft surface laptop, and now I’m really tempted by this one. I watched a lot of videos about it and it seems really great. But I wonder if my Wacom intuos would work on it?
i ssshould neve r be tttrusssted to dddr ive a vehicleo of any kind; not becauose i am a loausy driver, but because i tig hten my griop of the wheel wi th every passin truck….. i look IN the newspaper every day for that one hea dline of a cccar crash where they si mppp ly don’t know what happened… maybeo the driver lost contr ol of the car…. su ffered a seizurei…. was tryin to dodge a child runnin across thei stree t…. somethin to e xplain whhhy his car and insides ended up paintttin the froont oif a c anadian frozen goods truck on its way from montrealll TO detroit….
Summary: In which you’re an underground boxer but Wonho doesn’t understand why you do it.
There’s a quiet sort of comfort that comes with Sunday nights, a feeling you revel in. They’re nights made for escaping, ones where your bruised fingers can wrap around a warm mug instead of clenching into fists prepared to swing and meet flesh with a sickening crunch. Nights where you can settle your body into warm clothes instead of a dirty ring surrounded by jeers and taunting yells.
So, aside from making heart-eyes over Berena and writing fanfic it’s not like I have a life, is it?, one of my other interests is motorsport; more specifically women in motor racing. Recently, I’ve been researching some of the amazing women racers in the earlier days of the sport (seriously, if you have the time, look up the likes of Hellé Nice and Kay Petre!) and this photo (below) of Maria Teresa de Filippis (the first ever woman to race in Formula 1) caught my eye… is it just my fevered imagination or does she look rather like a young Catherine Russell from about the era when she was in Chandler and Co?!
Anyway…this may have got me thinking bouncing in my seat with glee at finding a historical doppelgänger …and somehow I now have a pile of sketched notes for a historical racing driver AU where a young and feisty Serena Campbell inherits a fortune when her husband Edward dies, which she subsequently invests in buying a racing car and competing with. Berenice Wolfe reluctantly tags along to a local racing event one day to support her friend/potential romantic suitor, the newly-qualified Dr Marcus Dunn who has decided that he wants to dabble in amateur racing. The day is predictably dull for Bernie, only for her to become completely transfixed by the stunning female driver in the little blue Bugatti who wins the final race of the day… Over the summer, Bernie travels to all of the local race meets in hope of seeing the mysterious lady racer again and eventually comes face to face Serena in the pits, who is loudly chastising her mechanic for her car having broken down on the last lap of the race.
“Which part of ‘I need my car today’ are you struggling to understand?!”
The two women strike up a friendship and slowly begin to fall for each other. Other possible scenes include possible appearances of Jason as Serena’s nephew and chief racing strategy advisor/statistician, Serena teaching Bernie to drive and then eventually training her up as her mechanic for the next season (there were also several famous female mechanics based at Brooklands, so possible historical points to draw from)….
Am I being completely crazy, or is this something that people would possibly want to read?! Let me know what you think!
one from the heart by tom waits and crystal gayle taxi driver by bernard herrmann shaft by isaac hayes twin peaks: fire walk with me by angelo badalamenti and david lynch chinatown by jerry goldsmith lost in translation by various artists (my bloody valentine, jesus and the mary chain, air) palo alto by devonte haynes and robert schwartzman rushmore by various artists (the kinks, cat stevens, yves montand, mark mothersbaugh) submarine by alex turner where the wild things are by karen o and the kids
I should never be trusted to drive a vehicle of any kind; not because I am a lousy driver, but because I tighten my grip of the wheel with every passing truck. I look in the newspaper every day for that one headline of a car crash where they simply don’t know what happened. Maybe the driver lost control of the car. Suffered a seizure. Was trying to dodge a child running across the street. Something to explain why his car and insides ended up painting the front of a Canadian frozen goods truck on its way from Montreal to Detroit.
It was hard for me to avoid pronouns for a chunk of this, so I’m sorry for using female pronouns – I hate myself.
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Based (roughly) off the song “Muchacho” by Kings of Leon.
I don’t want to ruin anything, but there is mentions of d*ath. Please read at your own risk.x
Here’s something you won’t enjoy as much.x
It had been some time since you had done something like this –
gone and managed to pull off a surprise as well as you had this weekend.
Although you had spent a significant amount of money and time to make
this happen, you were glad you were going to see Tom after those couple
of months apart. And although you had seen his family over the holidays,
they were very excited to have you back in their home – and they were
also really nervous because they didn’t want to spill the secret to Tom.
After a year and a half of dating, it still managed to surprise you how
well you had integrated into the Holland household, but you definitely
loved being accepted so well into his family.