my face is too small

anonymous asked:

Hey uh.. not to bother you by any means.. but can I get a link to those tips for drawing people crying you did once?? I looked through all the tags and couldn't find it myself, sorry..

Oh, it’s no bother! http://whatisthiscutenonsense.tumblr.com/post/147379834506/eruhamster-retroautomaton-some-crying-tips 

But honestly, I’m not actually too happy with those anymore. They’re pretty old. I still sort of hold the same value when I draw them, but here’s some more updated tips, if that’s alright. 

One of the biggest complaints I got with those tips was that just a single tear is good enough. Well yes and no. Tears are just a helpful tool, and of course not everyone cries the same, so yes, a single tear can be just as impactful, as long as your emotion and context carries the message. 

On the opposite end of the spectrum, there’s heavy crying. And this can take many forms. Again, the face has to carry the intensity of the emotion; the tears are just there to emphasize it. More intensity, (for some people) does tend to include more liquids and leaking. 

And of course none of it has to be perfect or even. As I love to touch on, crying is messy and ugly. It brings out the most strained emotions. So none of it has to be symmetrical to get the point across- if anything, it gives it more movement. 

I of course draw in a more cartoony fashion, so if you did want to go on the more realistic end of the spectrum, you can focus on the actual physics of tears and how they act and react on the face. More realistically, they come from the inner eye, and are much smaller. They tend to fall in wayward paths, slowly, but  sperraticly, and in droplets or thin streams. You can also add streak marks and flush up the face, depending on the subject. 

I’m glad you liked my old tips, and I hope these new ones help! 

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Heo Joon Jae was worried about me~

I think we can all agree that Harry is indeed freaking adorable, racoon face or not.

Syriannas, completely fascinated by Dorian’s sleeping face in the early hours at Skyhold.

Friends With Benfits

Pairing: Stuart x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Warnings: holy lord, a lot of sin.

Words: 3627

Author’s Note: This is the first smut I’ve written that’s actually one of Dyl’s characters, and I love Stuart so I picked him. I got the idea from my best bb Caitlin. Thanks to @dumbass-stilinski for reading it over, proofreading, and lurking around when I was writing it last night. Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Y/N’s POV


I’ve known Stuart for literally most of my life and ever since he’s left for college we haven’t had the chance to meet up and see each other. A lot of people don’t really know this, but Stuart was ultimately the one who took my virginity. A few days after that night, we couldn’t stand being away from each other, and managed to find our way into his bed again. That night, he made me cum so many times that I lost count. They way his hands, lips, and tongue felt on my warm skin it easily became addictive, especially that wonderful cock of his. For not having sex that many times he really knows what he’s doing and I’m loving it, so much that he’s ruined it for other guys. After so many times that we had fucked we decided to become friends with benefits, none of us declared the whole “no strings attached” rule, because I’ve honestly had a crush on him since we were kids, I just don’t know how he feels about me. It’s been about four or five months since me and Stuart have fucked and I’m going through major withdrawals.

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“Flynn is teaching me about the art of the selfless, about removing oneself from the equation.”

Photos by @shes-an-iso

Homecoming (Peter Parker X Reader) SMUT

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: THIS WAS WRITTEN AS MY APOLOGY TO ERIN FOR SENDING HER ANGST

Warnings: smut, underage smut, virgin reader

Word Count: 1,509

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“(Y/N), I like you. I’ve liked you for a really long time. I know we’re just friends but i really want to be more. Will you go with me to Homecoming?”

When Peter said those words my whole world lit up. He had been my best friend and long time crush up until that point. He had asked me right after he got back from his battle with Vulture (even though Homecoming was a year away). I know that he’s Spiderman and Ned and I help from a safe place as “His two person guy in the chair” Ned found me info and I talked to Peter over the coms. Ned had tried doing both at first but he tended to ramble and it threw Pete off of his game. Together, the two of us were a well oiled machine. We did our best to keep Peter safe and informed while he was out as our friendly neighborhood web slinger. I knew alot of things.But Peter liking me back? That I didn’t know. So when he’d asked me to Homecoming, I had kissed him. I didn’t know how he would react but I knew I wanted to do it. And when he kissed back I was in heaven. He had asked me to officially become his girlfriend that night  and of course I quickly responded Yes. Now it was the day of Homecoming and I had been thinking. Peter and I had done some sexual stuff but we hadn’t gone all the way. And I really wanted to. I wanted him to be my first (and hopefully my last too). So I had done my hair and makeup, slipped on a matching set of decent lingerie that I could hide under my dress, and put on my beautiful burgundy dress. I was nervous and excited to see Peter. He rarely ever dressed up, but when he did you could tell how muscular he actually was. When I heard the doorbell downstairs my heart began to pound in my chest. I was excited for the dance and nervous and excited for what might come afterwards. I had already told my parents that I was sleeping over at my friend Ruby’s house after the dance so they wouldn’t be expecting me back. Ruby had been totally down with the plan and even gave me a condom, which was currently inside the clutch purse I was holding. I walked downstairs and saw Peter standing in the doorway holding a corsage box. As soon as he saw me, his eyes darkened with an unfamiliar look and he gulped hard. “You look beautiful (Y/N).” He says, awe clear in his voice. “I got you this. May says it should work with your dress.” Peter explains, opening the corsage box. Inside was a beautiful white rose corsage with silver ribbon. “Peter it’s beautiful.” I gasp. He takes it out of the box and clasps it around my wrist all while my mother snaps about a million photos. He kisses me on the cheek not facing my parents and whispers in my ear “You look so stunning in that dress. But I think it would look better on my bedroom floor.” He pulls away and smiles. My eyes widen as what he just said sinks in. Was he thinking what I was thinking? I sure as hell hoped so.

My mom had dropped us off at the school after snapping about a million more pictures. I would be glad to have them later but I honestly just wanted to be alone with Peter. He led me inside and we got our tickets checked. He pulled me into the dimly lit gym filled with teenagers and directly onto the dance floor. “You really do look so beautiful tonight.” He says, kissing my lips as he held me tightly against him. We swayed along to the music. “Were you serious about what you said earlier?” I ask looking into his gorgeous brown eyes. “Serious as a heart attack. I want you.” He murmurs as he strokes my face with his hand. “I want you too.” I say with a small smile. We danced to about 4 more songs before Peter asked me “Are you ready to go?” I nodded and he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the back exit of the school. “We’re gonna travel my way.” He says warning me. I kick off my heels and grasp them tightly with my clutch.  He wraps his arm around my waist and shoots a web out of one of the hidden web shooters on his wrists. And suddenly we’re flying. I close my eyes because of the height but sooner than I expected we were standing on the fire escape outside Peter’s apartment. “May is gone for the weekend. She went to go see an old friend in DC.” He says, opening the window into his room. He steps in and holds out his hand to help me through. I step into his room and set my heels down. I turn to Peter and before I know it his hands are on either side of my face and he’s pinning me to a wall. He kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and onto my shoulder pushing down the strap of my dress. He sucks a dark mark into the soft skin of my neck and then makes his way back up to my lips. “May I?” Peter asks, gently tugging on the strap of my dress I nod and he unzips it and guides it down my body. His eyes study my body covered in the lace lingerie and they darken with….. lust? He picks me up and carries me over to his bed, being careful not to hit my head on the top bunk. He lays me down and removes his webshooters, jacket, shirt, and pants leaving him only in boxers. He crawls onto the bed and positions himself so that he is kneeled in between my thighs. I lean up to kiss him and curl my fingers in his tousled brown hair. He kisses me back passionately and grinds his lower half against mine. I moan lightly and he groans at the contact. He looks into my eyes and asks “How much do you like this lingerie?” “Not very much it’s older and I got it on sale and-” he cuts me off by tearing the bodysuit in two, pulling it from my body. I go to cover myself but he holds my arms back. “No.” He growls studying my quickly hardening nipples. He leans down and takes on in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud. He looks up as he does this to see my reaction. He switches and continues on my other nipple. I slide my hand down his body until I find the tent in his boxers. I rub my hand against it making him growl. He removes his mouth from my breast, making me whine at the loss of contact. His hand slides down to the Apex of my thighs. He slides one finger into my wetness and I moan, loving the foreign feeling. “God you’re so wet and ready for me.” He says removing his finger from me and putting it in his mouth, tasting me. He moves one hand to slide down his boxers as he kisses me roughly. I want nothing more than to stretch you out over my cock princess.” He says, revealing his hard cock. It was so big. How would that fit? “It’ll fit just fine sweetheart don’t worry.” He says, hand on my chin to make me meet his eyes. He reaches onto his nightstand and grabs a condom. I guess I wasn’t the only one prepared. He tore it open with his teeth and slid it onto his penis. “Are you ready?” He asks moving so that his tip was pressed against my entrance. I nodded and he gently pressed into me. The stretch was a little uncomfortable but not painful. He fully seated himself inside me and then began to thrust. The friction had me seeing stars. I was moaning like a wanting whore as he fucked me. He couldn’t hold back his moans, so he put his head into the crook of my neck and muffled then against my skin. I knew I wouldn’t last long and judging by his noises he wouldn’t either. He picked up his pace and moved on had to my clit circling it with his finger. The pressure in my stomach was becoming almost too much to bear. Peters thrusts became rougher and faster. He thrust into me one last time and he and I came, our screams of each other’s names filling the air. Once my aftershocks were over he pulled out of me and threw the condom away. “I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispers into my ear, spooning me. “I love you too, Peter.” I respond sweetly. We then both drifted into an exhausted sleep.

“I’m not going to put myself in a situation I know I’ll be uncomfortable and stressed in,” shouldn’t warrant being told to just “give it a chance,” after months of “"giving it a chance,”“ and shouldn’t warrant being forced to do something that will make you unhappy, and after you don’t give in it still shouldn’t warrant the silent treatment and anger.

Handling a situation with maturity and calmness should not result in hostility from the other person.

You should always have the right to refuse going into a situation.