no matter how much editing i do


You can’t imagine fame. You can only ever see it from an outsider and comment on it with the rueful wisdom of a non participant. When it happens to you, it doesn’t matter what age or how, it is a very steep learning curve. The important thing to realize in all of it is that life is short, to protect the ones you love, and not expose yourself to too much abuse or narcissistic reflection gazing and move on. If fame affords me the type of ability to do the kind of work I’m being offered, who am I to complain about the downsides. It’s all relative. And this are obviously very high class problems. The way privacy becomes an every shrinking island is inevitable but also manageable and it doesn’t necessary have to get that way.

For @sushimanjuu for the @devilmansecretsanta THINGY! Granted, it wasn’t so much secret since I had anon off like a pansy, let alone the admin of the event itself 😭😭(I never ever drew Akira before or, for that matter anything relating to this series up until this point for whatever reason- so huzzah) Because the first thing u think when you think of Christmas is a teen possessed by a demon.

I mean, It’s probably not what you wanted by any stretch (or much at that note X,)), so I wouldn’t blame you for any disappointment /;3;/ (i really really do love your blog though 💕 wah)


I can still until this day think about [losing the cup] and get upset. And I think I always will — if you’re that close. It doesn’t matter if it’s five years from now or not, you will always remember it. It will always bother me, but you move on. Winning it is on my mind a lot, I’m not gonna lie. I don’t know if it’s an obsession, but when you look at how much time we all put into this, and how much it means — it’s hard not to call it obsessed. That’s why we play. You want to win. I always say it’s about the journey, too. You have to enjoy the regular season, because that’s the biggest part of the season.


Attack of the Clones | Deleted Scene: Anakin and Ruwee in the Garden

Time constraint had this scene cut and that’s alright, it doesn’t do much more than confirm the graveness of Padme’s situation.

On the other hand, it’s a lovely moment between father and soon-to-be son-in-law. A private talk with Anakin allows Ruwee to get to the heart of the matter and a chance to gauge this “boyfriend” that his daughter has just brought home. I don’t know how many people consider that Ruwee is one of the many fathers that fatherless Anakin does have.

It also brings out similarities between the two characters and between Father/Daughter.  

I first encountered this scene on a bootleg version of AOTC in 2002. All this time I thought I had imagined it, except for a few scant images on the web which justified it’s existence. It’s taken me thirteen years to track down again, even though it had been on the web for the past three. :/

Black Eyes - Imagine Request

Request: By @jeffry4ever : Could I get a fanfic of DeanxReader with a lot of fluff and maybe some angst. Can it be from possession and they like talking between them out of it?? But of curse in the end they end up making out or something.

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam (mentioned), demon.

Word count: 2,077

Warnings: Possessed Dean (duh), gore, physical and psychological violence, SLIGHT mentions of sex, language (?) Un-edited.

A/N: WHo doesn’t love a deanmon fic? Well, I honestly do and I hope you like it just as much. Feedback is highly appreaciated (positive and negative). Thank you so much for requesting.

How had it happen? Who had broken the symbol, the tattoo? Does it matter? Dean was… He wasn’t himself, or maybe he was, deep inside him.

“Dean!” She screamed, thick drops of sweet falling over her face like tears.

“Dean is gone!” He roared. He looked just like Dean, and his voice was the same, it was all him except for the empty black eyes that substituted his green ones.

“Dean, please!” She cried once more. Her voice was raspy and her throat was about to start bleeding.

The night was cold, a soft rain falling over and mixing with her sweat as she walked in reverse, trying to keep a good distance between his possessed self and her. There were bodies all over the ground, as well as puddles of blood that were slowly being washed off with the help of the rain.

“You stubborn girl, no wonder why he likes you.” The demon hissed through Dean’s body, “Why can’t you see? He is gone and he won’t come back.” He showed her the tattoo.

How many times had she traced that same tattoo with her cold fingers in the morning? How many times had she zoned out by the simple sight of it? She knew that tattoo by memory, and that, whatever she was seeing, wasn’t it. It had a huge red line across it, presumably drawn with a knife, and dark blood had most of it covered.

“Dean, you have to fight this!” She begged, crying. The demon had started stepping forward, closer to her.

Dean’s laugh rang on her ears, except it wasn’t his – at least not completely. The demon had taken full control of the hunter. What to do?

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…” Her words were clear, and her eyes were glued to the hunter.

The demon panicked, frantically looking for something in the back pocket of Dean’s jeans.

“Omnis satanica protestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversii…” The demon found what he was looking for and turned around, giving his back to (Y/N).

“Not gonna work, darling!” Had she ever heard Dean calling her ‘darling’? Perhaps not, but it didn’t matter right now.

“Omnis congregatio et secta…” What was he doing? “Diabolica, ergo, draco maledicte ecclesiam,” the demon roared and (Y/N) noticed there was blood coming out of his arm “tuam secura tibi facias libertate” she spoke fast, willing to finish before the demon could hurt Dean more, “”servire, te rogamus, audio nos.”

There was no black smoke, no more painful groans, no nothing except for a cold laugh she hadn’t heard on Dean before. The demon turned back to face (Y/N), flashing his black eyes cockily.

“I told you it wouldn’t work.” He grinned.

The huntress’ breath turned faster and heavier, her heart was beating so loudly she could hear it. What to do? She looked down at his arm, the one that had been bleeding; the demon had carved a binding link.

“Son of a bitch…” She whispered.

“Language.” The demon joked, “You’re already talking like this… scumbag.”

“Don’t dare to talk about him like that!” She cried. The demon tilted his head and gave her a fake smile.

“Aww, little girl is in love.” He pouted, “But I thought you two had agreed not to… You know, because it’s not a serious relationship.”

“Shut up, bitch!” (Y/N) roared, “Dean!”

“He won’t come to save you, not anymore.” Tears fell from her eyes, “Don’t cry, it’s not worth it. Trust me.” The demon smirked, “I know how he feels and truth is; he doesn’t love you that much.”

“Dean!” She begged once more, trying her best to ignore the demon’s words.

“He is only there for the sex; otherwise, he would’ve dumped you many years ago.” The demon hissed, “In fact, he thought the maid from the motel is even hotter than you.”

She couldn’t control it, not anymore. Burning rage grew on her insides, and it wasn’t even because the demon was pissing her off; no, it was raw jealousy.

“Demons always lie.” She mumbled, clenching her fists tightly as her criteria got clouded slowly by her getting jealous.

“You and I both know that’s not true.” The demon shrugged his shoulders as a mocking smile grew on Dean’s face.

Was it her inner rage? Was it the hunter impulse? She would never know, but one thing was sure: She had tackled the demon and now she was over him just the same way she had been over Dean that same morning; except she wasn’t kissing him, no, instead her fists were punching his face.

After a few punches, a force threw her away, slamming her body against the nearest wall.

“There it is!” The demon laughed as he stood up. If her fists had made any kind of harm, it was gone by the time he walked in front of her. “You know it’s true.”

“Dean, you better fight this or I swear to Chuck I’ll kick yours and the fudging demon’s ass!” She fumed as her eyes met the black ones.

“He can’t hear you.”

A strong fist punched her once, then twice and then a last time before she was dropped to the floor. The demon lifted her by the hem of the shirt as punched her again, breaking her nose in the process.

“Dean, please.” She mumbled weakly.

“Dean, please.” The demon mimicked in a high voice, “Dean is gone, baby.”

The girl managed to let go of his grip, falling instantly to the floor. She tried to crawl over to were her knife had fallen before. The demon laughed dryly as he turned her to lay flat back on the floor with a kick.

“You poor thing… Think you can beat me when I have this meat suit?” He extended Dean’s arms, showing of his body.

“Dean, please… Don’t do this.” The demon sat on her, causing her to lose a bit of air for a second. His face was right in front of (Y/N)’s. The black eyes were green back again, and although they were darker, she recognized them as Dean’s. “Dean…” She weakly cupped his face, getting a smug grin from the demon, “Remember that time we stopped in front of the Grand Canyon to sleep? Although only Sam slept because you and I got out of the car and…”

“Won’t work.”

“And we just stared at it for over an hour before we…” The demon put some weight back on her, again losing breath for a second, “We ended up on Baby’s hood, looking at the stars and…”

“You’re losing your time.” The demon chanted, although she could tell it was starting to panic.

“Remember all those nights on Baby’s hood, counting the stars and…” She coughed, “And telling each other stories? You loved them, remember?”

“Stop, it’s a waste of time.” The demon ordered, pulling her hair.

“Remember that time we celebrated your birthday for the first time in years?” She cried out as she felt her scalp giving up, “You were amazed by how many people showed up.”

“I said stop!” The demon hissed, ripping a whole strand of hair off her head. The huntress cried in pain, not willing to surrender.

“Remember all those morning cooking breakfast together, and the Netflix binges, or the road trips… Please Dean, remember.” She begged, “You can do this…”

The demon hissed, pulling a knife out of Dean’s pocket and pressing it against her neck. Small droplets of blood started dripping, but it was nothing compared to the amount of blood there would be if Dean didn’t take control.

“Last words?”


“Awful choice.” And just when the demon was about to rip her throat out, his green eyes became light again, breathing in deeply as he managed to supress the beast. “(Y/N)…” Dean mumbled.

“Dean.” She whispered. Dean broke the binding link just in the same way the demon had broken his tattoo, nodding at the huntress for her to start the exorcism again.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…” Her voice was barely audible, but Dean could feel it working, “Omnis satanica protestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversii…” Dean roared, a fight for control taking place inside his mind, “Omnis congregatio et secta…” Cough, “Diabolica, ergo, draco maledicte ecclesiam,” his eyes turned black again as black smoke started to come out “tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audio nos.”

Dean fell over her, in the same way he had done before – breathless, sweaty, tired… Before he could do or say anything else, the beaten huntress became unconscious, drifting off to the dream world.


“Heya, sweetheart.” Dean mumbled, caressing her cheek as her eyes fluttered open. Although it took her a few extra seconds to adjust her blurry vision, she recognized Dean instantly.

“Dean…” She breathed out.

“I’m here.” He smiled, although she wasn’t happy. A soft punch hit his shoulder and Dean knew that, if it weren’t for her crappy estate, it would’ve been a lot harder. “What was that for?”

“I know about the maid at the motel.” She groaned, “And about why you stay with me… You lying piece of shit!” And although she was nearly voiceless, Dean froze at her intensity.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.” Dean replied in a joking tone, although he was concerned as hell.

“The demon told me you liked the maid better, and he told me you only stick around for sex…” Dean huffed, not letting her insult him again.

“Demons always lie.” Dean mumbled, stroking her hair.

(Y/N) groaned again as she rolled to her side; they were still at the alley, among the rest of the dead bodies. She managed to get on her feet and struggled to walk away.

“(Y/N), do you really trust a demon better?” Dean asked. He sounded truly hurt.

“Maybe I do, considering the fact that you’ve been acting strange lately.” Her raspy voiced added some spice to her already pissed off statement.

Dean breathed out a sigh and pulled her, the pushed her to a wall, trapping her between his body and the cold bricks.

“Look at me, (Y/N).” He commanded, but the girl didn’t obey. Instead, she looked anywhere but him. “Please look at me.”

“You could’ve told me how you truly felt and…”

“Look at me, dammit!” Dean growled, finally getting her to look at him.

“Do you really think she’s hot?” She cried.


“Answer me!” She cried.

“Want to know why Sam didn’t come? Because he’s back at the motel flirting… Possibly already in bed with her! Yes, I told Sam she was hot, but Heaven knows I would never consider anyone hotter than you.” Dean mumbled.

“Why have you been acting so strange, then?” Dean breathed out heavily. He licked his lips and looked away for a second before focusing back on her bloody face.

“I just… I can’t… It’s too early and…”

“And what, Dean? Why didn’t you just dump me?” She roared, taking off the last bit of patience in Dean.

“Because I love you! I love you, dammit! And I wanted to tell you but I was afraid that you wouldn’t say it back and…” Her eyes became as wide as possible considering the many impacts she received around them.

“Do you really mean that?” She interrupted him. Dean shut up and nodded.

“Look at me in the eyes, and tell me if I’m lying.” He spoke, cupping her face careful not to touch any open wound.

“I love you too.” She whispered, nuzzling in his hand.

“You do?” Dean sighed and she nodded.

Soon, her broken lips were over his. It wasn’t the kind of kiss they were expecting to get after they said those three words, but it was the best they could do without hurting her even more. Bloody or not, it reflected how much they loved each other, in good and in bad.

“Let’s get back.” Dean whispered over her lips, “That son of a bitch beat the crap out of you.”

She giggled. “I thought Sam was busy with the maid.”

“We can get our own room.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows flirtingly, causing her to giggle even more.

He held her hand tightly, a silent promise hidden in said gesture. They walked over to the black car and drove off to the motel room, where the rest of their lives began. They didn’t need a ring, or a big and fancy wedding, they just needed each other.

anonymous asked:

Do not go. I mean, all the eruris need to stay and show how strong we are, how much we love our old men Erwin and Levi. Do not matter the yams shit, cuz even thinking in the crap he's going to do with the manga, in fist place he was who give us two-great-badass-handsome-prefect-characters like Erwin and Levi. Please stay. Forget about anything and focus on EruRi.

It’s easy to say, but I have nothing to do here. I used to make edits with my heart. You could feel the love I feel towards eruri. But now I’m just looking at them, thinking about Isayama selling his soul for money. Whatever man. My Erwin is dead, not even anime can fix that. His creator killed him, treated him like a shit, not giving him even a proper funeral, giving him just a bunch of kids arguing because of their selfish ass. NO words from Levi, Hanji or Nile.

Five pages of cry-cry kids are not ENOUGH. It makes me angry, and it would make angry every person who hoped, that Isayama is teaching PEOPLE about morality in the war.

BUT NO, he’s just showing us how it goes. BUT IT IS NOT GOES LIKE THAT. Even a snake has more wit than some SNK characters. A rat is able to battle snake when it’s trying to kill her pubs. But I see nothing, only blood, zero feelings and when SOMEONE FINALLY IS SHOWING THEIR TRUE FEELINGS like Mikasa did to Eren and how Erwin did to Levi, then SHIPPING WARS. 

God, this is so stupid. In that world where people are falling like leaves from the trees is normal that people are used to seeing the death and they don’t react oversensitive. BUT STILL, we’re humans. Yama is creating child war machines as if it was something cool. 

First, I thought, that he’s only showing us that the SNK world is disgusting, full of psychopaths. But young people are being brain washed like Hitler Jugend. In the middle of this catastrophe is Erwin Smith, a man who was able to motivate his soldiers, and young cadets, telling them YOU HAVE ALWAYS A CHOICE.

That was the end for me. Not even Levi and eruri can fix it. First of all, I was here for Erwin, then for eruri. So whatever man, I’m not going to poke a bleeding eye. ERURI is alive, but Erwin and Levi are dead. Look at Levi and Hanji and tell me they have a meaning. 

THERE’S a good song, describing Erwin and his fandom.

anonymous asked:

Ahhhh ik not to influence u, but I am so grateful that you're even thinking about writing a book specifically with asexuality as a theme like god I'm sure you understand how much it would mean to have that representation and I trust your writing more than any other author so like..... I'm excited no matter how long I'll have to wait

it’s okay man!! i wanna do it not only for myself but also for all the ace peeps out there. because trust me, i know i’m reluctant to use labels and stuff but i do know and understand and feel your pain. and the fact that hardly anyone, even other LGBT+ people, take ace people seriously….. you know how the first lgbt+ YA books that sort of paved the way for lgbt+ YA in general were like.. very straightforward, angsty coming-out/self-discovery stories? well… i want that. but about asexuality.

Is there much to it? You’re perfect.

Maybe not everyone can see it, but I can. That’s all that matters to me.

You can spend months telling me about everything you hate about yourself, and I promise you, I will spend years telling you how much I love them.

I would do anything for you. That’s just how much you mean to me.

I love you to the moon and back, darling.


however and whatever choice you’ll make.. you might lose, you might have to run, escape or hide from someone, but in the end, your story line will end and no matter how much you try, you’ll never be able to change it. Every choice is half chance so take the risk and do it


YA LIT MEME: [2/?] quotes scenes ➸ Crescendo by Becca Fitzpatrick

   The truth of the matter was, this was going to end badly. No matter how much we backpedaled, stalled, or looked the other way, one day all too soon, our lives would be ripped apart. What would happen when I graduated and went off to college? What would happen when I followed my dream job to the other side of the country? What would happen when it came time for me to marry or have kids? I wasn’t doing anyone a favor by falling in love with Patch more every day. Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end with devastation?

glisean  asked:

Could I ask which program you use for your pixel art? Just picking up using graphics gale but am not happy with the palette settings. Also how do you choose the canvas size you work with and the appropriate scale for objects and characters?

1. Software for pixel art

I use GIMP. But it doesn’t matter too much.

Sometimes I’ll use Photoshop for its better animation tools. Although some GIFs are easier to edit using GIMP’s more raw system (it uses layers for animation frames).

If you want to check out GIMP, I made a tutorial about it: GIMP Pixel Art Tool Setup Tutorial

2. Canvas size

Choosing canvas size for me has evolved over time. TL;DR is that it is always based on the context (how the work is going to be used/displayed and your personal quirks). Examples:

Physical print size

Tribute is 660x900, because that was a round number that fit nicely on the magazine cover for which it was made. (Nicely = I imagined how big I wanted the physical pixels to be.) 

For the scale I looked at my inspirations at the time (eBoy, Army of Trolls, PixelFreak) and simply chose something similar. I set people height to 24px and created a composition of rooms, hallways and shafts that would look nice assuming that 25 pixels ≈ 2 meters.

As you can see I made a reference box for the size of a human (to the right of the doors), which I moved around the scene and pixel all objects relative to.

Traditional display resolutions

You will often find pixel art works done at 320x240px size since that was the screen size of many DOS and Amiga games. It’s nostalgia.

In my case, being obsessed with the British home computer ZX Spectrum, it’s 256x192 pixels.

At one point I wanted to make a ZX-styled scene from the movie Speed Racer. To match its widescreen aspect I simply put two ZX Spectrum screens together for the 512x192 final image (8:3 ratio).

I liked the super-wide proportions a lot so I made Pixel China Mountains the same. It all goes back to liking the ZX Spectrum.

Desired display size 

If you want pixel-perfect images on Tumblr, you have to size them to the exact width of the dashboard (500px before October 30, 2014, 540px today). 

To avoid cropping or image scaling I started doing pieces at 250px size to fit perfectly on the then 500px-wide feed at x2 scale.

After Tumblr’s change to 540px, I started doing 270px wide pieces. :) It’s a nice number for pixel art. Depending on how big you want the pixels to be you can set the canvas width to:

  • 270px (540/2)
  • 180px (540/3) 
  • 135px (540/4)
  • 108px (540/5)
  • 90px (540/6)

Additionally, the biggest size you can display on the dash is vertical (portrait orientation) at 2:3 ratio, so these days my final display target would be 540x810px (canvas at 270x405px). I know at least mazeon​ also sets things up this way (he usually goes for 300% magnification on a 180x270px canvas).

For complete reference, current pixel perfect sizes are:

  • Tumblr: 540x810.
  • Twitter: 506x1195 for the main feed. Only the middle 253px will be shown before user clicks on it.
  • Facebook: 470x470. However, make it just one pixel higher and Facebook will scale the height down to 394px (so all images > 470px will display at 394px high).

3. Scale

Scale controls the tradeoff between the smallest items you can represent and the size of the scene you’re trying to show (given a fixed canvas size).

The smaller you go, the more abstraction you need to use, but a larger scene will fit into the same canvas. The bigger you go, the more details you can add, but the scene will show less physical space.

For example, I can draw a whole city with people as small as on the left, but I can only draw a part of a room using people on the right given 540px of space. 

To directly answer your question, “appropriate scale for objects and characters” will depend on the style, the scene and desired canvas size. So there’s no direct answer, you’ll just have to find something that fulfills all three variables for your illustration.

Or as Yoda would say:

“That which you seek, inside you will find.“



“What we have is a great love. It’s complicated, intense, all consuming. No matter what we do and how much we fight, it will always pull us in. What’s mere happiness in the face of all that right?” - Blair Waldorf, 4x22


“We had so much time. We could’ve trained so much more. We could’ve done so much more. […] But those things don’t matter anymore. […] All we can do now is get warmed up. We’ll fight to the very end with all our might. And… let’s win! […] Karasuno, fight!”  — MICHIMIYA YUI


Baekyeon❤️ Aww, I really love this couple, no matter how much time passes , I never get tired of doing this edits, so many people say that I no longer have the same fame as before, please I need you to understand that I don’t do this for the likes, fame or something, is for the people who loves this perfect couple like me.., I don’t care the fucking “fame”.