i've wanted to cut my hair short for years (it's past my ass right now) and i just recently realized the only reason i haven't yet it because i'm afraid of what the people around me think. do you have any advice that you wish you knew before cutting your hair?? (yours looks bomb by the way i love it so much <3)
Dude, yes! I just went through the whole cutting my hair that used to be past my butt too and it was such a good choice. Imagine a world with little to no tangles… with almost no effort put into keeping it maintained…. no more big globs of shampoo… no more sitting on your hair when you fucking go to relax and then rip out a few strands!!! I honestly just wish I knew how great it was to have shorter hair sooner. I wish I knew that my hair didn’t define my beauty and that I would still be just as pretty to anyone else if I went completely bald! My only advice is that you learn to accept that you aren’t growing your beautiful hair to impress other people, once you get over that, you can do anything ahah. I hope that helped!
So this is a silly little thing I wrote for my lovely friend @anuecc. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 💙 I am still intent on dragging your cute, yoga toned ass down to drarry hell ;)
Harry should have known this was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. But to be fair, who in Merlin’s name would have expected Draco Malfoy showing up here, looking… like this?
“Malfoy,” Harry spluttered, his voice sounding embarrassingly raspy. “Are you… Is that a crop top?”
Malfoy raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest, seeming unconcerned.
“Is that what this is called?”
Harry swallowed around the lump that was building in his throat. Dear Merlin! Malfoy’s stomach looked simply delicious! And the way his trousers hugged his hips!
“Um… aren’t those trousers a little tight?”
Malfoy narrowed his eyes.
“I was told this is what Muggles wear when they do…” He waved a hand around in the air, clearly searching for the right word. “Whatever this is called.”
“It’s called Yoga,” Harry sighed, “and we’re going to be late. Come on.”
Harry held the door open for him and immediately wished he had gone in first. Watching Malfoy’s perfect bum move in those trousers was torture. Malfoy briefly hesitated after a few steps, looking around the room.
“What is this, Potter?” he hissed under his breath. “We’re the only blokes here.”
Harry blushed and wordlessly made his way to the last two spare yoga mats, right in the middle of the room.
“I will kill Shacklebolt for this,” Harry heard Malfoy mutter. “Last week, he sent us on that bloody camping trip and now this?”
Harry sighed as he sat down on his yoga mat. He peeked at the two girls beside him, who were laughing about something and tying their blonde hair into buns. Trying to drop his voice into a whisper, so they wouldn’t hear, he spat, “It would be so much easier if you weren’t such a prat, Malfoy. He wants us to get along. I hate to say this, but we’ve compromised two of our missions now because we couldn’t agree on-”
“That wasn’t my fault,” Malfoy interrupted him. “My approach was better than yours. Why did I have to get you as my partner anyway?”
“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you applied to become an Auror. You knew it was what I wanted to do and you knew there would be a chance we would end up as partners. Just my luck.” Harry muttered the last part under his breath, but Malfoy must have heard, because he shot Harry a dark look, before plopping down on the yoga mat in front of him.
“Hello everyone,” the instructor said in an overly breathy voice. Harry suspected it was meant to be soothing, but it just sounded really odd.
“We will begin today’s class by trying to reconnect to our breath,” she continued. “Now, bring your palms together in front of your heart, really press them together and close your eyes.”
“You must be kidding me,” Harry heard Malfoy sneer.
“Now take a deep breath in through your nose… but do it gently…”
Harry startled at the collective intake of breath that sounded like a giant was gasping.
“… and then press your lips together as you slooooowly exhale. Imagine that the sound you’re making right now is the sound of ocean waves rolling in and out, in and out…”
Harry could practically see Malfoy rolling his eyes, even from the back of his head.
“Breathe innnn…. breathe ou-hhhh-t.”
“Seriously, she wants to teach me how to breathe?” Malfoy snarled, turning his head back to Harry.
“Stop complaining and just do it,” Harry whispered.
Of course, Malfoy continued with his little commentary.
“…Downward-facing dog? Who came up with that name?”
“…Ow! This is not a natural pose for a human!”
“…What do you mean ‘lift your leg’? If I do that, I’m never going to have any children!”
“…Merlin, is this woman trying to break my neck?”
Harry pressed his lips into a tight line to keep himself from snickering. Malfoy’s hissing was rather distracting. As was…
“Potter! Stop staring at my arse!”
“Am not,” Harry mumbled, mentally slapping himself for getting caught like that.
“Good, good,” the instructor crooned. “Now, we take a little break. Sit down on your yoga mat and let the person next to you massage your feet.
“Ugh, why feet,” the girl next to Harry groaned. He smiled at her awkwardly, to which she bit her lip.
“No offense,” she said, “but I’m not letting a stranger touch my feet.”
“Fair enough,” Harry mumbled and turned to Malfoy.
“Don’t you dare, Potter,” he growled, when Harry stretched out his hands towards his feet.
“Yeah okay, maybe we skip that one,” Harry muttered sheepishly.
“We should have skipped the whole class.”
Harry usually didn’t agree with Malfoy, but when the instructor told them they would be doing partner poses now, he cursed Kingsley under his breath.
“Now, stand up and face each other.”
They did, but not without scowling at each other.
“Place your feet firmly on the ground and stretch out your hands. Press your palms against the palms of your partner.”
Harry almost flinched when their hands touched. If he had known touching would be involved, he probably would have refused to come here altogether. Thinking about touching Malfoy in the privacy of his own home was one thing, but actually doing it in a room with a bunch of strangers, that was something else entirely. Why did Malfoy have to be so handsome? It was irritating.
“Now slowly bend forward,” the instructor said in her breathy voice, “until your foreheads are touching. Your arms should be up, over your head.”
Harry tried to control his face, praying he wasn’t blushing. When his black hair mingled with blonde, he heard Malfoy making an odd sound.
“This is disgusting,” Malfoy muttered. “We’re both sweating.”
“And it wouldn’t be disgusting if we weren’t?”
Harry startled when Malfoy slightly raised his chin. Their noses were touching and Harry could feel Malfoy’s breath on his lips.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you have been looking at me all day,” Malfoy said with narrowed eyes. “Or how I woke up with an arm draped over me when we were camping last week.”
“Oh. I- I thought you woke up after me,” Harry mumbled, definitely blushing now. “You didn’t say anything about it.”
Yes, why hadn’t Malfoy said anything about that? He could have made fun of Harry for days.
“You really are thick, Potter,” Malfoy said in a teasing tone, as the instructor walked by them to correct the pose of the couple beside them.
“Good job everyone. Now, turn around, so you’re back to back and link your arms at the elbows.”
“Um, Malfoy,” Harry said, when Malfoy stepped closer to him and put his hands on Harry’s hip. “I think she just told us to turn around.”
Malfoy’s lips stretched into a huge smirk. He leaned forward, his cheek briefly brushing Harry’s, until his lips were right at Harry’s ear.
“I won’t stop you if you want to.”
Harry choked on his own breath, his eyes going wide.
“Come on,” Malfoy chuckled, “we’re hitting the showers.”
“But class is not over yet,” Harry mumbled absentmindedly.
“Well, I want to try some… different kind of poses.”
“Oh,” was all Harry was able to say.
“You do remember how to do a water repellant charm, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Why?” Harry frowned.
“We need to use it on your Muggle distant-talking device.”
“My… you mean my phone.”
“And why exactly do we need to do that?”
“Well, after Shacklebolt went through all this trouble, so we would get along, he really should get something in return for his hard work.”
Harry stared blankly at him.
“We’ll send him proof,” Malfoy winked.
“Come on, Potter,” Malfoy chuckled darkly as he tugged Harry forward, “we have important Auror business to attend to.”
Would you be down for Riza with a side braid/waterfall braid with her hair down around her shoulders? I loved your half-ponytail drawing so much ^_^ bonus points for a scrib of Roy teaching her how to braid
’ you always know how to find that silver lining. ’
’ has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? ’
’ you have the whitest teeth! you’ve got a hollywood smile! ’
’ you have the most beautiful eyes i’ve seen before. ’
’ i love your hair so much, it’s so pretty. ’
’ you have the best laugh in the universe. ’
’ you always dress so fabulous! you’ve got so much style! ’
’ you’re the best at anything and everything you do. ’
’ you are the smartest person i know! ’
’ sometimes i wonder why you’re my friend. ’
’ you’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for. ’
’ you always seem to have a solution for any problem. ’
’ you are the most attractive person i’ve had as a friend. ’
’ anything looks good on you! you’re perfect! ’
’ you always make the days a little brighter for people. ’
’ you’re like, really loved and adored, despite what you think. ’
’ anyone would be lucky to have you as a girl/boyfriend. ’
’ you’re going to make the best parent one day. ’
’ one day, you’re going to make someone so happy. ’
’ ever since i met you, i’d been the happiest i’ve ever been. ’
’ you are the perfect role model. ’
’ you deserve an award or something, you’re that great. ’
’ you did so good on that art work the other day! ’
’ that speech was phenomenal, left me speechless. ’
’ you’ve got an amazing face and i just want to stare at it all. ’
’ i could stare at you all day and never get tired. ’
’ you are the better looking out of the two of us. ’
’ you’re the smarter one out of the two of us. ’
’ you always smell so good. what perfume is that? ’
’ i’ll only get a make over, if you’re the one who does it. ’
’ i’d trust you with my life any day. ’
’ you have the biggest heart out of everyone i’ve ever met. ’
’ you are just the sweetest person ever. ’
’ you are so creative! i could never be that original. ’
’ your ideas are so beautiful and original, i love them. ’
’ you really do make a fantastic meal, the best i’ve ever had. ’
’ this is so delicious, oh my god, you’re amazing. ’
’ you do not need make up to look beautiful, you were blessed. ’
’ why does everything you buy fit you so well? ugh. ’
’ you give me so much inspiration. ’
’ you inspire me so much, i’ve always looked up to you. ’
Hello there, I just have to say I love your writing so much. I think you’re amazing, I was wondering if I could make a Tom Holland x Reader request? Where reader and Tom are dating but it’s like been for a month or so and reader is short and always has trouble reaching things and doing things. (I’m 4'10 so my short problems are real) and Tom just laughs but does help and keeps reminding reader how much he loves how short she is? I just really need some fluff at the moment :)
“Tommy? Come grab this for me, please?” you ask your boyfriend while standing on your tiptoes, pointing at the baking sheet on the top shelf. You’re baking cookies for Harrison because he just got cast in a short film. The celebration is in an hour and you really want to make him his favourite biscuits before you went. Tom steps forward and wraps one arm around your waist, his hand making contact with your uncovered midriff. You stop reaching towards the cupboard and choose to hug his arm against your body. His other arm reaches out and grabs the baking sheet before handing it to you. “Here you go, sweetness,” he whispers into your hair before stepping back. He retreats back to the couch, but not without pinching your bum first. You swat his hand away.
God, he thinks as he backs away while watching you, I love you.
“Babe! Where’d you put the movie?” you called out to Tom. “On the shelf above the TV!” he shouts back from the bedroom. You reach up to grab it but find yourself unable. Instead of struggling, you opt to grab a tall stool from the kitchen counter and to kneel on that. Tom walks in to see you standing on a wooden stool with your arm raised holding the movie out to him. He sighs happily at the sight before choosing to carry you off the stool to the couch. You squeal with laughter when he picks you up. He tosses you onto the cushioned couch and leans to kiss your forehead. Yup, you think as you pull him into a kiss, I definitely love this guy.
From that first day, you swear that Tom repeatedly places everything high up so you can’t reach. Your tea mugs have gradually moved from the lowest shelf to the second highest, the cereal lives on top of the fridge instead of on the counter beside it. Everything has moved so you can’t grab anything, and now you’re having family over for dinner. Your families are coming at quarter to six so you have to set the table while dinner is cooking.
The plates are on the highest shelf above your mugs. With a huff, you pull yourself up onto the counter. Kneeling there you can reach the plates. You hear a snort of laughter from behind you and you turn to see your boyfriend leaning in the doorway. “Not funny,” you mumble. He strolls over to place his hands either side of your knees. He laughs breathily and rests his forehead against the small of your back. “It’s kinda funny,” he tells you. “Well, you can laugh as you’re carrying plates.” “Can do, shortie.”
Your foot gently kicks his butt as he walks away and he can’t help but chuckle as he hears a muffled “Arsehole”.
“(Y/N)?” Harrison calls as he walks through the front door of your and Tom’s apartment. “In here!” you yell back from the living room. He walks in to see you standing on the back of the couch trying to grab something from above the doorway opposite you. The doorways in your apartment with Tom were obnoxiously tall which means you can’t reach, even will a chair underneath your feet. “Oy, get down from there! Tom will kill me if I was here when you broke your neck from falling,” he scolds. “He’s the one making me do it! He put my fucking keys on top of the doorframe!” At this, Harrison doubles over in laughter.
“I’d understand why,” he says, chuckling. “Why?” you ask. He snorts before replying cheekily, “well, I do have a really good view of your arse from here. It’s definitely not a bad sight.” That gets him a pillow chucked at his face.
I’m totally getting Tom back for this, you think with a smile on your face.
“Tom, this needs to stop. I can’t do anything around our house without getting on my tiptoes,” you berate Tom when he walks through the door. “I don’t see what the problem is,” he replies cheekily. “How’d you end up getting your keys?” At this comment, Harrison walks out from behind you into the hallway. Tom doubles over in laughter, “YOU CALLED HARRISON!” he shrieks amused. “Yeah, and apparently I have a nice arse,” you say and wink at Harrison. With that comment, Tom’s laughter dies and he begins to glare at his best friend. You turn to Harrison and get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Thanks, Haz. You were a big help, today.” Let’s just say Tom was a bit mad at the both of you for a few days.
You’ve gotten used to the height of everything by now. You’ve mastered counter climbing as well as chair mounting. Tom can’t help but smile lovingly when he sees your daily conquests to get a tea mug or the cereal box. He likes to watch when you stand on a stool and reach up because his large t-shirts you sleep in ride up your thigh. When you go to grab your jacket from the back of the front door, you instinctively kick your leg up. He doesn’t think he has seen anything better, though, than when you stand on his feet on your tiptoes just to lay a loving kiss to his lips.
“Babe,” he says finally. It’s a Sunday morning and you’re both in lying bed. You hum to acknowledge him. “I love you,” he whispers into your hair, “so, so much.” “I love you too, superhero.”
I love you more, he thinks.
“No, you don’t,” you tell him, still facing away from him.
“What?” he questions.
You turn to face him and snuggle into the pillow before grabbing his hand and wrapping it around your waist.“I can tell right there you were thinking ‘Oh I love you more, though’. But you don’t. It’s a fact.”
He giggles and tells you, “But I do, though. I love you to infinity.”
“Yeah?” You ask.
“Yeah,” he tells you sincerely; a loving look in his eyes.
When you say, “Well, I love you infinity plus two.” He can’t help but laugh.
i love your art so much!!!! the lighting, the hair and expressions, but most of all the poses!! i hope you dont mind me asking, but how do you go about planning the pose for a drawing (especially if its like an action or battle pose) like what kind of references do you use? its really hard to come up with something and i dont know where to look for inspiration. thanks!!
THANK YOU MY DUDE!!!!!! YOUVE LISTED ALL THE THINGS IVE STRUGGLE WITH WHILE DRAWING L OL
when im stuck on pose ideas, i usually just google some example poses L O L!!! i also look over some of my fav artists’ work. although i believe once you can grasp the way limbs etc. work, youll be able to create any pose you want. although i believe the crucial thing is to make sure whatever pose youre choosing is correct.
mia jumping in the air with a one vanishing point perspective
for more dynamic poses, try experimenting with camera angles.
mia with attempted 3 vanishing point perspective L MAO
energy lies in small details and gestures
although there isnt really anything wrong with this pose, you can add more energy by changing and adding a few things.
i hunched lyns back and shoulders more for tension and moved the sword to a more active, dynamic pose. the direction and flow of her hair further adds to the energy. dont be afraid to get our of your comfort zone to try more dynamic poses
I have so much to do but I have no self-control. THIS MUSICAL IS SO GOOD!!! Please listen if you haven’t gods, it is just amazing. I’ll be drawing the other characters and maybe animatics later but I got things to finish :’((((
Description: You and Hobi celebrate his birthday together.
A/N: Sinning + ultra cheesiness. I wrote this in like a day and a half and its 7 am and I haven’t slept yet so sorry if its horrible. Honestly I am god awful at fluff so I’m so sorry again. Um, @seokvie gave me the tummy fluff idea and it spread from there.