my style is doing weird things

humans are mammals, so we have a sucking reflex at birth (infants suck on whatever touches the roof of the mouth), to help with breastfeeding. obviously, we lose the reflex past infancy, but we still have the ability. we can drink things through straws.

and non-mammalian aliens have no such capability. 

“I can’t believe you’ve never had bubble tea before,”

“Human-style drinks are rare on my planet, Evelyn,”

“Fair enough. Well, go on, take a sip…what are you doing?”

“Opening the cup?”

“Thats not how you drink it, don’t peel the plastic, here, poke a straw through it,”

“Like this?”

“Yeah, but careful, or you’ll spill it. Uhh, nope, you’re good,”

“What now?”

“You drink it?”

“How? The plastic’s still in the way?”

“Do you not have straws on Dagbusvar? Huh, weird. You just kinda..

“So the liquid just goes up the straw? Like, capillary action?”

“No, its uhh, I only learned this in English, wait a bit….You create a partial vacuum in your mouth, drawing liquid in, and then you swallow it normally,”

“Like the air pressure cleaner we have on base,”

“Yeah! But on a smaller scale,”

“Thats weird. Is it common on your planet?”

“I don’t know? Well, I know mammals can do it, and some insects can, but like, their mouthparts are like straws already, and maybe some fish can?”


“I wonder if they have spoons; I want you to try the tapioca. They’re kinda like the the Afakiv eggs you like so much, but like, sweeter.”

Through the Years (Part 3)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 1,803

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by yesbucky


It was impossible, you knew that it was. There was absolutely no way that this letter really was from the date written on it. Yet again, it was yellowed and seemed to be crumbling. After all, it had supposedly existed for seventy years. Swallowing thickly, you began to read.

Dear Y/N,

My name is James Barnes. I am the new tenant in the apartment and would like to ask how you know about the fire that happened in the bedroom. It just happened a week ago and I was already living here. How did you know it was going to happen, that it was going to leave a large burn mark on the wall?

I’m not accusing you of anything, please don’t think I am. I am just curious.



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Hi. So i was just in a car accident. I’m fine, but my car needs to be fixed because I can’t drive it now and my back hurts. The guy ran a stop sign and ran into me band then tried to tell the cop it was my fault. So i was wondering how Ace, Kidd, Law, and Shanks would react if this happened to their s/o.

A/N: Oh my god, I’m so sorry to hear that! I can’t imagine how scary that must have been… Some people are just horrible, aren’t they? I hope you get well soon! Feel like this is lowkey bad tho so sorry!!!!!! I hope you still enjoy reading it!!!!!

Modern AU


After the accident had happened, you didn’t call him right away. Yes, you were scared and yes, you were hurt, but you didn’t want him to worry too much. So you didn’t tell him yet, just send a simple message that you would come home a bit later.

When you came home however, he was already expecting you and hugged you tightly as soon as you walked inside your apartment. “God, Y/N!” He practically yelled. “Why didn’t you call? You could have been hurt badly!”

You stayed silent, not able to speak as the tears came rushing down your face. You didn’t know why you were crying, you didn’t even cry when the police officers came or when you saw your car from the back. The backside was done, that was for sure.

Ace held you tightly, still not walking farther inside your home. He calmed you down with a way only he could do and whispered things to you, that made you stop crying quickly. “I was so worried, I tried to call you after Marco told me what happened.”

Ah, Marco. He was on the phone with you while you were driving, only on speaker of course. He must have told Ace as soon as he heard something crash, which you were kind of thankful for.

“Ace,” you whispered. You took a step back and looked at your boyfriend. His dark hair was a wild mess on his head, something that happened after he woke up or when he couldn’t stop going through it with his hands, which he always did when he was nervous. “The guy, the asshole, he tried to put the blame on me! It wasn’t even my fault!” You almost cried again, this time, because you were more than angry. You were furious.

“Shh, of course it’s not your fault.”, he calmly said, which made you relax. He was right, it wasn’t your fault. You knew that, the police knew that, Ace knew that, hell, even the guy should know that. “Are you hurt?” He asked.

“Nothing serious…”, you finally put your shoes and jacket away and went into the kitchen, slower as usual though, with Ace right behind you. “My back just hurts a bit.”

You could see him clench his jaw at that and thought for a moment that he was mad at you for being hurt, but then he explained. “That son of a-”, he caught himself.

“I should run you a bath.”, he suggested instead and turned around, directly into the bathroom. You were not sure, but you might have heard him curse a few times, but… you weren’t sure.

You followed him after you gulped down a whole glass of water and when you got there, the bathroom was already filled with all kinds of fresh smells.

“By the way, do you know what the guys’ name was?”

He helped you out of your clothes and carefully let you inside the tub, to your content he joined you right after and sat down behind you.

“No, why?”

He started to massage your shoulders and you sighed happily. His hands felt like heaven on your skin, like a flame burning away the ache. (Yikes)

“Oh… just because. Could have visited him. Uh, just for a little talk. Between two man, you know… not much. Just talking.”

You smiled. Of course… just talking.


You had called him as soon as you were allowed to leave. After two beeps, he answered.

“You’re late.”, he said angrily. The two of you were supposed to meet up at his house and then leave to friends party, but now you were way too late.

“I’m sorry… I got into an accident.”, you breathed out. You were still shocked and wanted nothing more than just to lay down somewhere and just sleep. You were exhausted, physically and emotionally.

You could hear him breath loudly through the phone. “You what?”, he asked confused. “Like… just now?”

“Yeah, well, no. About an hour ago. I was on my way to you, when someone just hit my car from the back.” You explained. “After the police came he tried to say it was my fault, like I was too dumb to drive. ”

Even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was frowning, jaw clenched and if he could, smoke would come out of his ears.
“I will beat his fucking ass, who’s this guy? What’s his name?”, he asked angrily. “I swear I will make him never touch a fucking car again.”

You tried to smile, but it failed. You were just too exhausted to be happy about Kidd worrying about you, well, kind of.

“I’m fine, by the way.”, you said. “Can you pick me up, though? My car is fucked.”

A few surprisingly very short minutes later, his car stopped in front of you. You got inside quickly and put your seatbelt on. Instantly, you felt an ache in your lower back area. You hissed and started to shift.

“I thought you were fine?”, he asked quietly, worried. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, it’s just a bit uncomfortable, that’s all.”, you lied through the pain. It hurt, it really did.

“Liar.” He said and got out of the car. There were still a few people, who had watched your crashed car leave the place and a few of them even took pictures of it. Confused you got out of the car and followed the red haired man.

“What are you doing? Kidd?”, you whisper-yelled at him, after he asked a few of the people around where the guy who crashed your car was.

Luck must have been on the guys side in that moment, because he had left with a taxi 5 minutes ago, making Kidd clench his fist angrily. “Lucky fucker.”

You tried your best to convince Kidd to leave now, your patience hitting the bottom. Everything was starting to become more and more draining, which your boyfriend finally noticed. He left the scene with you quickly and drove back to his house. Without talking too much, he brought you to his bed, where he put you down gentle after he had carried you, something he thought was necessary.

“I’ll call Killer and tell him we won’t be at the party, then I’ll come and we’ll sleep for a bit, alright?” You hummed, barely registering what he said, too tired to care.

After a while you felt him lay down behind you, an arm carefully draped around your waist. He started to plant a few kisses on your neck, which made you shiver slightly, even in your state.

“You better give me a name tomorrow, Y/N. I need to see the guy.”, he whispered one last time and then you fell asleep.


He knew about it the second you got home. “Where’s your car, Y/N?”

You sighed. You felt like you just had the worst day of your life and you wanted nothing more than just forget about it. So you just walked right into Law’s arms, without saying anything and hugged him as tightly as you could.

He, however, barely hugged you back. Confused you raised your head and watched him. His eyes were full of worry and his face was painted with all kinds of emotions. “Come on.”, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the living room, where the both of you sat down on the couch.

“Tell me what happened.”, he softly said and stood up to get you something to drink. Just now you realized how dry your throat was. You thanked him and gulped the water down as soon as he put the glass down on the table.

After you were done, you explained what had happened. You explained it from the start, how you wanted to get some groceries, to the moment the guy tried to push the blame on you, after he completely crashed your car.

Law listened to you, worry still prominent in his features. After you had ended, he nodded.

“Well, my car needs to be fixed now. It’s done, god, my poor car…”, you stared at him, watching him watching you.

“Your car doesn’t matter, Y/N.”, he said annoyed, which surprised you. Why was he annoyed with you now? God, the day just couldn’t get any worse.


“I don’t care about that damn car, the only thing that matters is you right now! Shit, you could have been seriously hurt.”, he whispered the last part. Your heart broke into pieces, seeing him like that made you want to curl up somewhere and just be invisible for the rest of your life.

“Law, I’m sorry I-”

“What are you sorry for? I should be sorry!”, he grabbed you carefully and pushed you into his arms. “I should have went to get the groceries. It was my turn anyways. If something happened to you, god, that would have been my fault!”

“That’s not true! It’s neither yours nor my fault! It’s the guys’ fault! Law, really.”

He shook his head and stood up. “C'mon, how do you feel?”

Confused, you shrugged. “I don’t know, my back kind of hurts, but besides that I’m fine… I’ll probably just lay down.”

“No, you won’t.”, he said calmly and took your hand, pulling you up to your feet. “Let’s get you checked up first. You can have some serious injuries, which you don’t even know about yet. ”

You nodded, even if you didn’t want to get checked up. At least not now, but you knew it would make Law happy and calm his nerves, so you did.

On the way to the hospital you didn’t let go of his hand, even after you both had left, you still didn’t let go of him. You felt safe with him, and that was the only thing that made you keep going for the day, it was the only thing that mattered.


When you told Shanks that evening about what happened, he thought you were joking. He was sitting on the couch, the sun already gone for a long time and the living room illuminated by warm lights. You were seated across from him, back still aching. You didn’t want to tell him, feeling like it wasn’t really important, but then decided that he might want to know.

“Are you being honest right now?”, he laughed afterwards. “As if.”

“I’m being serious, I really had an accident.”

He shook his head, his red hair shining in the light and grabbed his phone, scrolling through his feed when a quiet ‘sure’ left his lips.

“You don’t believe me?”, you threw your own phone at him, after you had opened a picture of your car, which was completely crashed. “Watch this then.”

He grabbed the phone, that had hit his thighs and looked at it with a smirk, which faded quickly. You could see his face change, his emotion changing from one to another after it clicked in his head that you were in fact not joking.

“Oh my god,” He said quietly, serious for the first time this evening. “Why didn’t you tell me before? When did this happen?”

“It was this morning. I had to go through a lot of checkups and stuff, that’s why I came home a bit later than originally planned.” You shrugged. “It’s fine though.”, you mumbled and played with a pillow next to you.

You heard him shift and then he stood up, walked up to you and crouched down in front of you. His eyes were big, full of worry and he had an displeased look on his face.

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell me? Where’s your car now?”

You mustered him and avoided his eyes. “I don’t know, didn’t want to bother you… and, my car is getting fixed at the moment.” You shifted in your seat, suddenly feeling like a little child getting scolded.

“Woah… that’s insane. Are you hurt?” He worried and touched your arms, legs and then took your head in his hand, searching for any kinds of injuries. “Tell me.”

You gulped. “No. I’m not hurt, well not badly.”

“What do you mean with ‘not badly’?”, he said, louder this time.

“Well, my back hurts, but it’s nothing serious. It’ll fade, I just need to take a rest. ”

“Come with me.”, he said. He stood up from where he was crouched down and took your hand in his. Quickly the both of you left the living room and went into your shared bedroom, where he told you to lay down. After you had done what he said, he left the room for a few minutes, coming back with some scented candles.

He put them down in every corner of the room, making you giggle when he let one almost fall down. He lit all of them quickly and walked up to you, laying down next to you.

Instantly, you felt the scents embracing you, making you feel a hundred times more relaxed than before. Shanks knew your weakness for scented candles, how they made you feel and when you needed them.

You cuddled up to him, eyes closed and feeling calm. He started to stroke you hair and planted a little kiss on your forehead. “Next time, please tell me about things like that right away.”

You hummed, sleep already tiptoeing into your body.

“Your car, fuck, to think that you were inside that thing is overwhelming. There are so many things that could have happened to you.”, he whispered. “Y/N… you’re so important to me, don’t just go and… die or something.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. “I’m fine, Shanks. There’s no need to worry now. ”, you mumbled tiredly.

He gulped visibly, still not feeling very comfortable, but nodded. “You’re right. Let’s just sleep.”

You hummed, already almost asleep.

1d as things my roommate has said to me pt 2:
  • Harry: Can I wear floral with stripes? Oh well, I'm gonna do it anyway. As the kids would say, "Yolo"
  • Liam: How many times can I email our CA about the same thing before it starts to get weird?
  • Louis: I'm convinced there's a conspiracy with something on campus. I don't know what or how yet, but there is. I can feel it in my toes.
  • Niall: Can we have bagel bites for dinner? I'm feeling bagelicious tonight.

anonymous asked:

Okay so your art style is my favorite and has a very distinct feeling to me, it's very sharp and solid with how you do your line art but it's also soft/bouncy with how well it flows and how you shade and color. I kind a associate it with the feeling of a stress ball or gently smooshing someone's cheeks. (I know I have a super weird way of how I associate things mentally, sorry;;)


anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm new to digital art and I was just wondering if you had any tips? Your art style is just very nice to look at and it looks like you've had a lot of practice. I don't know where to really start I suppose. Thank you for any help you can give! :)

i uhh. to be honest have no clue about digital art specifically a lot of my method is just Bullshittin It™ but heres some more general art tips if that helps?

and i did a little tips thing for coloring a while back 

  • flip your canvas while you work. I know it sucks and makes it look like you drew it blindfolded but you gotta. flipping the canvas is a good way to show if something’s asymmetrical or wonky, and you keep fixing it until it looks alright both ways. this is easiest and much less frustrating if you start doing this from the beginning instead of halfway through your piece so youre not ‘wasting time’ undoing an hour of work. its really irritating at first but eventually youll get used to it and your art will look alright both ways!

like here’s a horizontally inverted face i drew before i started flipping back and forth compared to a more recent one, its much less wonky and off-center (even though my style is more cartoony in the latter, the anatomy is still weird looking when flipped)

  • draw things you dont like drawing using the techniques by someone you admire good at drawing that thing. bad at hands? does an artist you like have a hands tutorial? try that and draw them anyways. its gonna suck and youre not gonna like it but you gotta (and by the way everyone sucks at drawing hands at first, not just you)
  • if you’re drawing drawing people, practice features you’re not used to. for example making everyone white because you dont want to color dark skin/giving everyone upturned button noses because you dont want to draw broad/big ones isnt an excuse you gotta! dark skin and broad noses arent inherently harder to draw, you might just not be used to them. practice monolids, hooked noses, broad noses, big lips! again using the above example i used to give everyone the same upturned nose for no real reason besides that i didnt want to experiment.  if youre drawing a black character they’re going to have different physical features than a white or asian character. in the beginning it might be tricky because you want to avoid making caricatures, and this can be easily avoided by doing studies of real people of that race
  • even if you have a cartoony style, you need to learn anatomy. you can only break the rules if you know them first! obviously my style gives bodies a very exaggerated shape– like genji here, obviously no real human is shaped like this and i’m focusing more on gesture/personality than realism–

(and i’m not saying my grasp of anatomy is perfect obviously, still learning) but i do study  anatomy and the exaggerated shapes here are more exaggerated/extreme versions of real shapes found on the body.

i uhhh idk if thats helpful but yeah! if theres something more specific you want help with feel free to ask

Harry Styles Album Review

You guys, I have waited way to long for this album to come out. I’M SHOOK (I might say that a lot), But here is my (honest) opinion on each song and at the end I’ll give my overall opinion on the album.

(These are all just my opinions! We all are all allowed our own)

Here we go…


Meet Me in the Hallway


Such an amazing song and I honestly was shocked he made a song that sounds like that (well actually that goes for all the songs on this album). But I honestly really liked the song. I like the way his voice sounded in the song too. It’s pretty emotional too.

Sign of the times

I mean I’ve heard this song a hundred times and each time it’s a great experience. I love the vocals, and I love the lyrics! Every time I hear it on radio I bump up the volume and just freaking soak in his voice. I think he made a great move choosing it as his first single.

When I hear the song I just feel proud.


I loved it literally right away! IT’S A BOP! Lyrics and vocals 10/10!!!! I was so happy he made a song that sounded like this.

It kinda makes me want to go to the beach and run around in a small faded orange bikini ( I actually am a west coaster ;P)

Two Ghosts

This song got me caught up in my feelings. Lots of emotion in there and it kinda made my heart hurt just a little. Lyrics are great and vocals on point. It kinda sounds like it could’ve been on One Direction’s Made in the AM album, honestly.

“Trying to remember how it feels to have a heart beat” 

Sweet Creature 

It’s so soft and calm and it weirdly feels safe? Like I feel if I’m scared and I listen to the song it’ll make me feel better! Yeah…don’t have much else to say about this one. Obviously his vocals were amazing!

But it’s the song I’ve listened to the least. In my opinion compared to the other songs on this album it’s not as interesting (that doesn’t mean I don’t like it, I do, I really do, but not as much as the rest)

Only Angel 

I thought it was going to be another slow emotional song but then he hit it with the “HEY, HEY” and I was like OH MY GOD YES HARRY. This song helped me start to see the more rock n’ roll side of Mr. Styles. LYRICS KILLED ME!!!! VOCALS KILLED ME!!!! THE GUITAR KILLED ME!!!! THE WHOLE SOND KILLED ME!!! Defiantly one of my favorites!

This is the song I dance around my house to in only underwear.


Fucking definition of rock star!!! Another song that shocked me. 

The weird thing about this song is that it actually made me cry real tears because I didn’t know how much of a true rockstar harry could be. The lyrics make no fucking sense but I loved it!! 

I’m not joking I started crying, then I started rocking out.

Ever Since New York

Its been stuck in my head since SNL…It’s kinda simple are really repetitive and I usually wouldn’t like songs like that but I genuinely am obsessed! I honestly don’t know why, I really love Ever Since New York


HANDS DOWN MY FAVORITE SONG! This song is so full of spunk and sensuality and thats the shit i’ve wanted from Harry since he’s been solo! I’ve been listening to this song non-stop. It has the right amount of vulnerability and sexuality without being raunchy at all! The lyrics are engraved in my head and that FREAKING GUITAR! I could say so much for this song, because I absolutely love it.

It kinda brings out this inner vixen in me (plus it’s a good song to have sex to)

From the Table 

Honest (that word sums it up)

I feel like this song is painfully honest and it makes me actually feel something. You can tell this was written from some sort of experience of his and you have to respect that bravery. I LOVED his voice in this. I want to give him a hug after listening to this! 


Over all the album was a solid for me and really made me see Harry in a different and more mature way, and thats what we needed form him!! 

The lyrics weren’t turn over or made “appropriate”, It was all raw and true and I’m very satisfied. I didn’t want a PG album. I’m proud of Harry and he deserves all success he’s receiving.

I recommend this album to EVERYONE, because I think it has a song in it that everyone, young and old, will love!

Even though I don’t have tickets, seeing how he performs these songs live (through video) will be amazing and I can’t wait to see the kind of energy he has when he performs these songs!

It actually shocked me and It impressed me, and I really can’t wait for his future work. 

Now tell me your opinion!

I was having one of those ‘I’ve drawn this a million times before why can’t I draw this simple thing!??!!?’ moments and so I created this weird style for Sonic and Amy that I kinda like (for now I’m contempt with my sonamy bebs~~ but I was thinking of maybe doing Tails and Knuckles in this style aswell, any others I should do??)

dearbold  asked:

I'm an INFJ and I want to find more ENTP's! I only know two, and one is my professor haha Any way to spot ENTP's and seek them out?

Hello, and yes!

Thankfully, us ENTPs are a bit funky in terms of personality. As a result, in classroom environments, I think we’re pretty easy to spot. Here are a few things to look out for:

  • We easily may be the loudest in the classroom- especially when surrounded by friends, ENTPs once reaching high school and college aren’t afraid to speak up. When around friends, I’ll sometimes sit on the table in the middle (to stick out more), and speak loudly because I personally think I’m hilarious and I like surprising people with what I’ve got to say. We’ll probably seem a bit different depending on the professor. For example, we’re as sarcastic with the sarcastic professors, and sweet with the sweet ones. Regardless, we tend to stick out. Despite the annoyance we might bring, I’ve noticed professors tend to like ENTPs. (I once had a professor tell me I was the only one who could talk back to her… despite being ridiculously annoying in the classroom) Also (sorry, I’m feeling egotistical about this still), but yesterday a professor told me I was one of the brightest, and I’d inspired him to throw a picnic for the class. I’m so proud. If the class is small enough, you’ll probably hear us. 
  • In class, we probably aren’t taking notes (or at least good notes)- We get sidetracked, doodle, come up with ideas, do origami, doze off, daze off, play games on our phones, etc. I actually do take notes, but I’m often doing more than one thing at the same time. 
  • We wear signature clothing- Whether this means some weird-ass shirts including 3 unicorns chasing a dinosaur under a rainbow (which is actually the shirt I wore yesterday), ENTPs have their own style. It may not manifest itself in weird clothing, instead they may have a sweater that’s really quite colorful that they wear everyday. Or maybe they’ll drastically switch their style based on their mood or the television show they’ve binged recently. My biggest staple is this maroon and white sweater that I wear with everything, and it’s not a plain colored sweater, it just sticks out, and it’s comfy, and I love it. Every once in a while I feel like going for a theme. I do gothic days and brunch mom days and frat bro days, and it just keeps things interesting! In short, we wear what we want, and it tends to stick out. My ENTP dad wears this ugly salmon shirt with palm trees on it all the time (and i’m not sure why he likes that shirt), but it sure sticks out… 
  • Sometimes we mix it up, but we probably eat the same thing every day for lunch- Lunch requires too much thinking. Same for breakfast. Also dinner. I need someone to take care of me. 
  • In high school, we don’t really study ever. - In college I do have to study because I’m in my 4th year of chemical engineering, but in comparison to everyone else, I barely pick up a book.
  • Smart ENTPs will probably be close to the topish of the class… but not the top (generally, but honestly)- Too much effort. I don’t see the point in getting a 100 for a bunch of extra work when I can get a 92 without the extra work. We already know we’re smart. The assertive ENTPs probably won’t feel the need to go above and beyond for things they don’t think can be liquefied into actual benefits. 
  • We give weird compliments - Listen for someone calling someone else a delicious little fish. I recently told my best friend I wanted her to be as happy as a customer in a pancake shop. She really appreciated it.
  • Puns
  • Stupid arguments - Goodness. I’ve been arguing with an INFJ friend for a week that there is only one squirrel in existence. In my favor, we’ve only seen one squirrel at a time, so she’s been unable to prove me wrong. She pulled up some pictures of multiple squirrels lying on top of each other, I told her it was some weird fan art. The one squirrel in existence is very popular.
  • We show up to a bunch of different meeting for a bunch of different clubs at least once - and then we promptly stop going, though we’re still apart of these clubs (if not even leading) from afar. I drew all of the art for the newspaper, gave speeches for diversity club, and was published in the literary magazine and I don’t think I ever attended the meetings. 

These will definitely find you an ENTP-a at least. ENTP-ts blend in a bit better as they study harder, and take a little longer to grow into their confidence. A lot of these things that I’ve come up with will definitely apply to them too! Hopefully it helps!

torchu325  asked:

Carl and Ted, I'd imagine that Scooby-Doo deadlines and budgets tend to be so tight that it's barely a one-and-done deal. How do you guys manage to make it work, and do you even have animation/artwork quality control? Because it's often hilarious for all the wrong reasons.

Ted the Animator: “You’re tellin’ me… I do what I can to keep things on track, but there’s only so much possible what with the inherent problems of the industry. And by ‘inherent problems,” I mean ‘Carl.”

Carl the Animator: “Hey!”

Ted the Animator: “I mean, by now, it’s no secret that half of my job is fixing your job.”

Carl the Animator: “I do, like, 90% of the creative stuff, though! Quick motion sequences and stuff! You’ve said yourself I’m better at styling frames for visual gags.”

Ted the Animator:When they don’t get too weird, I said. Big difference.”

Carl the Animator: “Come on, when does that ever happen?”

Carl the Animator: “…ok, well, maybe sometimes.”

Ted the Animator: “Class dismissed.”

Carl the Animator: “Y’know, you ain’t so perfect yourself, mister. I saw the way your end scene shot of Freddy looked.”

Ted the Animator: “I had to rush for the deadline! I didn’t notice the shot was slightly out of focus until too late.”

Carl the Animator: “…oh, it was out of focus?”

Ted the Animator: “Yes! I’ve admitted it, are you happy n–… wait… then what were you commenting on?”

Carl the Animator: “The fact that it looks like Freddy has a pierced ear.”

Ted the Animator: “…I… that was the accidental most-perfect placement for a piece of dust ever.”

Carl the Animator: “If it doesn’t become part of Freddy’s official character design next season, then I – much like Mr. Flibble – will be very cross.”

anonymous asked:

Yo this was the anon who asked about your titles. I didn't mean any harm and I am honestly hurt by the fact that you took my question offensively. How was my question rude?

Gah no I didn’t take offense or find you rude!!! I’m not sure why some people took my response that way, I guess that’s just the way tone gets lost online. I was just being silly, in the offhand way I would respond to a friend. You can always assume that my intent is to be kind and genuine (unless someone is being super shitty about something that’s actually important), I’m sorry it came off otherwise this time.

I feel sometimes like I’m sincere to a fault and I know some people find my posts to be pretentious and I get REALLY self conscious about it, which is why I don’t actually respond to asks very often, and why I responded to yours in the briefest possible way haha. But I meant what I said, even if I didn’t expand on it! Here is the super-earnest and pedantic version:

“I do what I want” sounds kind of flippant but it’s also a difficult and empowering mantra to live by in a society that pressures you to follow arbitrary conventions for no other reason than that they’re easy and expected. If I didn’t do what I want in life I wouldn’t be an artist, and if I didn’t do what I want in art my art would be boring, so I try to protect independence and originality above everything else I do, and I think it’s important for other people to do the same, and maybe not worry too much about whether the title of something they make fits within the character limit on twitter because maybe that’s not as important as choosing the title that feels right for your piece.

Are the titles of my 4 most recent gallery pieces obnoxiously long? Yep! Do about 50% of people absolutely hate them, just because they’re long? Yep! Have at least a dozen people compared them to titles of Fall Out Boy songs? Yep (and that’s the best)!. 

There are also lots of people who really loved the titles and said that they made them think more about the meaning of the pieces, and that’s cool, because I think the titles complete the pieces perfectly. But I also think it’s so silly that anyone is even talking about the titles because all I did was break an arbitrary norm by letting my titles be a little long, when no one ever really pays attention to artwork titles anyway, so it’s just so… not revolutionary or even important or worth talking about? 

So if you want to talk about it, I’d rather center the conversation around why we shove ourselves into the boxes of convention in the first place and how liberating it is to allow yourself outside that box from time to time. There are so many decisions I’ve made with my career that go against what other people thought I should do, but I know that trusting myself and doing what I want will always pave a better path forward than following the ones that everyone else laid out for me. And questioning small things is great practice for questioning big things. One of the most important questions I ever asked in art school was a small one – basically, “why does it have to be a rectangle?” – and my art style formed around my answer to that question (“it doesn’t”), and I make art that fits in circles and squares and diamonds and lots of other shapes because rectangles are arbitrary and stupid! Just like the length of titles is arbitrary and stupid, and lots of things they teach you in school are arbitrary and stupid, and living in a house with these weird geometric walls instead of on a houseboat or in a tree fort or in a cave is arbitrary and stupid, everything is dumb and made up, just go do what you want!

This is why I tried to reply in one sentence!


Anyways, Painter is really difficult for me to use ;-;’’ I have such a long way to go and so many things to learn. I know this is only my first attempt with it, but I’m just aching to do more fun techniques and really whip out something amazing. Practicing with my gemsona was really fun and challenging!

Thank you so much for sticking with me through all my weird drawings and art experiments, everyone. I know I have a lot of growing to do in terms of my style, but any time you support my work it means everything to me!! My dumb hypermobile hands make drawing anything difficult and I rarely feel good about my stuff, but y’all help immensely with my confidence and motivation. Hopefully my next drawing will be less messy!

anonymous asked:

You should make a sea angel mermaid! They're my favorite :)

Here ya go : D 

anonymous asked:

All I wanna hear is Anti saying "high fives all round" because like...Jack does it low and all but I want an Anti style where it's all fluctuating and giggles bc omg I would loSE MY SHIT.

yOOOO I think that’d be really cool to see/hear tbh. I can see him doing that weird head twitch thing that he does all the time, with a psychotic laugh at the end.

aaah. i need.

paperbending  asked:

Hey! Just wanted to say I just popped in and found your blog and I LOVE your art style! I especially loved the Steamboat Willie art style for Sonic, Tails, and Amy! I don't suppose you've thought about doing Knux or Rouge in that art style? Sorry, I didn't know if you were taking requests or not 😅

i was gonna draw both of them but right now i cant figure out how to get rouge to not look really weird in this style so uh. maybe later. anyway here is knuckles

anonymous asked:

if you couldve written the episode how would you have done it?

Keeping it as close to canon as is reasonable, here’s the changes I would make:

For starters, I wouldn’t have it so that Eobard decided to keep the Legends alive.

As someone (I forget who, sorry. Maybe @kendrasaunders​?) pointed out, Eobard was willing to kill Cisco, who he loved like a son, for maybe being a liability in his plans. He likes poetic justice, but he was trying to kill Barry as a child to extract someone that would later become a thorn in his side. He’s not the guy who says “hey, let’s keep our enemies alive for funsies”.

But then again, I think there would be easy to write around. Eobard needs Martin alive because he needs his brain. Beyond that, it appeases Mick to keep his friends alive, and Mick did get them the spear, so the legion is like “yeah sure, until they become a problem, but we’re not letting them totally off the hook”. The Legion finds the Legends frustrating, but honestly it’s not like there’s any huge animosity between Eobard and most of them (like Ray??? Jax??) or between Malcolm and most of them (except Sara really) and Damien is just… Damien.

So Mick ensures they don’t end up in any true horror versions of their lives (because really, being a janitor isn’t going to be Ray’s “worst nightmare” or “personal hell”, he’s just unfulfilled. Nate’s life and Jax’s life seem not great but not horrific except that Eobard is threatening Jax). The Legion wants them dispersed and not happy, but Mick makes sure they don’t end up totally fucked.

Damien can still be all for taunting Sara by keeping her under his employ with Amaya, but I’d prefer them not to be so sexualized and submissive, personally. I get that Damien’s a complete creep though.

Damien doesn’t get to keep the Flash’s head as a trophy. Write a few throwaway lines about how Eobard killed the Flash after regaining the speedforce and how satisfying it was for him. Make it so that Cisco and Caitlin are there and adore Eobard and are friends with him. He mentioned missing them, after all. (And have a line about why he hasn’t returned to the future yet, or make it so that’s in his plans for after he destroys the spear?)

I liked Malcolm’s personal perfect world but I’d prefer there have been no mention of Nyssa unless it was something like “she’s dead” because forcing her into the closet was pretty terrible. I’d have preferred they say something to the effect of Oliver Queen dying on the Queen’s Gambit with his father, or else never grew up beyond being a spoiled rich brat who is bff’s with Tommy.

I would’ve had Len and Mick doing their thing but had Len express boredom with how easy stealing is, acknowledge he’s maybe made a mistake. Have him share his own frustration while trying to appease Mick. “We don’t get to have the rush of a real chase anymore unless we re-write reality. And guess who doesn’t want us to do that.” Set up Len vs. Eobard before Eobard calls him, and then have Eobard call him “speak of the devil” and ‘summon’ them.

That’s when it could start to become clear that the Legends are alive because of Mick, and make it so that Len helped negotiate on Mick’s behalf.

Maintain some of the rest of the episode. Someone save Brandon Routh from that terrible weird 90′s style janitor thing. 

Have the entire team argue about whether to trust Mick. Have Ray and Amaya stand up for him against Sara. 

Have Jax torn: we were a team man. 

Mick: he was my partner. You’d do the same for yours. (referring to Martin)

Jax shaking his head, hurt: No… I wouldn’t.

Have that be a moment where Mick realizes that loyalty to a group and loyalty to one person really do look different. Loyalty to an ideal. He’s not fully ready for the realization yet, so he reacts a little too knee-jerk and tells them to go, he’ll stay behind, they don’t want him anyway. Have Ray and Amaya look hurt but accede to his wishes.

Then have Mick call up Len, and when asked if he’s been cut loose, have Mick say… “I cut them loose. I don’t know how to be on a team.”

Make it poignant but more his choice. Make it clear he’s sad he doesn’t know what he’s doing, or how to make this right.

When Len and Mick go to the Legion, Mick has a demand. “The Legends live. This time, when we re-write reality to get rid of that speedster, we’re giving them better lives so they aren’t miserable enough to need fixing.”

The Legion argues but Mick puts his foot down. If they want his help, this is how it’s gonna be, and they wouldn’t even have the spear if it weren’t for him. Possibly make Damien and Malcolm demand that Sara at least has to die, if he wants the rest of his friends to be happy and whole, and possibly allow Mick to agree. Show that there really is bad blood there, but make it clear on Mick’s face that he’s sad/ashamed to agree to that.

Then Mick shares the details of the Legends’ plan etc, and we head toward the battle.

Which goes down roughly the same way? Except when Mick picks up the spear, change the dialogue. Have Len ask for it, but have someone else deliver the line about Mick being a good boy. This could go either way. It could be someone on the Legion, like Eobard manipulating them, or Damien or Malcolm being pissed about the situation. Or it could be a Legend, Sara, saying it scathingly. 

Amaya would still interject that she believes in Mick, no matter what he does.

Mick would glare at whoever called him a good boy, and still ask Len if that’s how he sees him, as an attack dog and Len would still deny it. Except Len wouldn’t derogate his intelligence. He’s say something more along the lines of “you’re the muscle and I’m the brain and that’s how it’s always been, but it’s always been equal – we’re partners.” And that would harken back to a line Mick said before about being the muscle while Len is the brain, which itself was a prison break reference/allusion. But it would be a parallel that gets at the same idea without insulting Mick.

And then Amaya would say “and we’re your team.”

Len: “they change reality and I die, mick.”

And Mick would toss the spear to amaya. “i’m no one’s dog” he’d say to Sara or Eobard or whoever delivered that line. “i’m no genius either. but i know enough to know that a team – that means something. you knew that too, when you died. you taught me that. i have to make right what i ruined. amaya, fix this.”

and she would, and len would shoot her, and instead of saying what he did he would instead say, “i’m so sorry mick. it was her or me.” (because it is, in his mind, and that makes it explicit that he shot her out of defense of his existence and not just to hurt mick).

aaaand yeah, then end the rest of the episode the same way, so that the lead in to the finale can still be the same.

I wouldn’t change anything with Rip except to either make that more comedic or less. It was in a weird middle ground….

Your laugh sounds like love

Pairing: Peggy Schuyler x Reader

Request: What about a whoever you want (preferably Alexander or Peggy) x reader with the ‘Wait, did you just flirt with me?’ 'Have been for the past year but thanks for noticing’ thing? it would be so fluffy and sweet

Word count: 928 (This is the shorter one I’ve written so far!)

Time period: Modern

Warnings: None. This is pure fluff! 

Note: The 'Wait, did you just flirt with me?' is not graphically there but is still pretty evident and in the end, the result is the same. 

To be honest, I don’t know what the heck I was trying to do with the narrative here so it may be different from my usual style (and kinda weird). But I really had a good time writing this. And I hope you like it too!  ♡


Peggy was sprawled all across your bed, flipping through one of your old magazines, wondering why in the world you would keep an exemplary of 2010. Distantly, she could hear you complaining about how you had nothing to wear, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at your oh so big problem.

“You should consider showing up naked” she teased with a smirk, eyes still glued to the article of a new British-Irish boy band formed in The X Factor that seemed to be promising.

“Ha, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you retorted, throwing away the red blouse you thought looked nice just a second ago.

“Actually I would” she agreed, and you stuck your tongue out at her, making her laugh “We could totally forget about this and spend the night together” she proposed excitedly, leaving the magazine aside and sitting on her knees “You know, watch Netflix and order some Chinese takeout”  

You snorted “Yeah, I can tell the guys will be happy to be canceled at the last minute”

With a champagne dress in your left hand and a black one in the other, you made your way to the bed, sitting next to her. Choosing what to wear could be really exhausting.

“Oww, come on! They won’t even notice our absence!” Peggy whined, getting closer to you and resting her chin on your shoulder “They’ll be too drunk to care anyway” she alleged, and you could see her pouting from the corner of your eye.

“Well, there you have a point” you conceded with a side smile, leaning your head against hers “And to be honest I’m tired of making a mess of my closet”

“So is that a yes?” she asked not bothering to hide her Cheshire cat smile “Please, (Y/N), tell me is a yes! Tell me you’ll stay here with me on your stupidly adorable rabbit pajama eating take out and watching Ratatouille!” she exclaimed wrapping her arms around your waist and squeezing you “Come on, say yes! Please, please, pleaseee”

You couldn’t hold back the loud and bubbly laugh you let out, just the kind of laugh that always made something flutter in Peggy’s stomach. And you both knew it was definitely a yes.

Minutes later the two of you were already chilling on your couch, covered with blankets, sitting close enough so that whenever any of you moved even slightly some part of you touched. It felt right and you liked, so you moved even closer to her searching for warmth.

You didn’t notice but Peggy turned to you, watching you as a big smile appeared on your face when Remy and Linguini were cooking for the first time. And her heart skipped a beat because of course only you would smile like a child to something so simple. The fact that she had a ridiculously huge crush on you didn’t help either.

“Hey, you doofus the movie is not on my face” you teased when you finally noticed her staring, giggling a little.

She took a second to recover and then giggled too “I couldn’t help it, you were making that funny and cute face of yours”

You raised an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth quirked up “Well I think you look funny and cute like this” you said lifting both your hands to her cheeks, pinching them playfully and moving them up and down.

“That’s not fair!” she squeaked “You’re deforming my face!” she accused you with fake anger that was immediately replaced by her laugh. And you laughed too, teasing her some more before finally releasing her abused cheeks.

At this point the movie was just noise in the background, both of you were totally focused on each other’s face letting the laugh die slowly. It was funny to realize Peggy could look beautiful even when her face was flushed and her hair was a disaster falling wildly literally everywhere, and it was funnier with Gusteau’s voice saying something about soup or whatever. You only knew you wanted to make her laugh more and more.

But before you could say or do anything else, she then leaned closer and kissed you with the same tenderness with which a butterfly would pose on a flower. It was warm and soft, almost familiar; just like returning home after a long time.

You felt her hands trembling slightly when she clutched at the fabric of your pajama, so you cupped her face softly, kissing her back slowly and lovingly; feeling your breaths mixing and her lips brushing almost shyly against yours.

The moment was suddenly broken when Peggy pulled away with panic in her eyes, realizing that you were, in fact, her best friend, and apparently her stupid crush was not so under control like she thought it was.

You stared at her utterly confused and it felt just like if a piano had fallen on her in that exact second because that look just could mean that you regretted kissing her back, and she had ruined everything and you would never want to see her again and…

But then you smiled at her, with that sweet smile that could make everything better, and throw yourself in her arms, whispering “you like me” in her neck just like it was the word’s bigger revelation “Peggs, you like me” you said again leaving small pecks on her neck, and the happiness in your voice was so overwhelming she almost cried.

“I’ve been flirting with you for the past year but thanks for noticing” She chuckled, holding you closer.