oops starting a thing


“Thank you, Ray”

It’s easy to forget who you really are when you pretend for too long

(…..I wanted to draw crying Zarc probably…)


BTVS aesthetics: Willow Rosenberg 

‘Hi, um…Tara. How are you? I was wondering…do you want to go out sometime? For coffee? Or food? Or kisses and gay love?’

ubiquitousmixie  asked:

Teach me your body positive ways!

Okay! This is what has been working for me. 

1. Notice beauty in others. Not just like…in the way that you already do. But notice what you notice. Make note of the unique things you find beautiful. 

2. Be critical of the conventionally attractive characteristics you see as beautiful. Pay attention to the messages you send to others and yourself when you value certain characteristics over others.

3. Call yourself out when you’re participating in negative self talk. Try your best not to shame yourself for it. Just say to yourself, “oh oops. I’m doing that thing.” 

4. Remember how you started with noticing beauty in others? Turn that same attitude onto yourself. If you can see that others are beautiful, you must be too right? 

5. Know that beauty/attractiveness aren’t everything. You’re allowed to be a mess and not like yourself some days. You still have so much value. Theres something great about radical acceptance. Your purpose in this world is not to simply be a hot mother fucker. Even though you totally are.

6. Surround yourself with body positive people and representation of all kinds of bodies. The more you see diverse bodies the more you’ll value them. You’ll value that diversity more in others and it slowly creeps its way into something you value for yourself.

7. Remind yourself that this is a process. One without an end. The point is not to reach some sort of 100% body posi god that never has a bad day. The point is the journey of it all. Its the practice. Its a way of being. 

8. Be proud of yourself. You’re doing great. Keep it up, its worth it.

would you like some salt with your eros?

while working on one canon divergence au i accidentally started another canon divergence au….


The last thing Yuuri expects to hear during Victor’s short program press conference at Skate America is his own name. He’s still trying to smother his nosebleed and the dumpster fire remnants of his dignity—who allowed Victor to skate a program that sexy?—when it happens.

“Victor, can you tell us what inspired your program?”

Victor grins, Cheshire cat feasting on the coal mine canary before it ever had a chance to sing. “Not a what. A who.” Victor turns away from the report, staring directly into the camera. “I haven’t forgotten our dance, Yuuri Katsuki.”

Yuuri’s fantasized about Victor saying his name so many times he thinks it’s an auditory hallucination. Until Phichit spits out his drink, and turns to Yuuri, eyes wide and glittering.

“Yuuri. Please, tell me something. Did Victor Nikiforov just call you out during an international press conference. Because I think that just happened.”

Well, shit. Yuuri would have preferred the hallucination option. Beside him, Yuuri’s phone emits an unrelenting stream of vibrations. Yuuri’s ears start ringing—Phichit’s right next to him and he’s convinced his parents to email most of the time. He’s not sure who else would even use that number.

On screen Victor continues, “I’ll see you soon, Yuuri.”

What. The Fuck.

“I think this might be Victor Nikiforov’s version of asking you out on a date.”

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ask time!

for @halloflight , who asked:  Im sorry I mean like did you use books, tutorials, did you go to classes- or was it all of those things? How did you start?

Oops how embarrassing, that’s my fault I should apologize for not fully answering

so original question was: How did you learn art? 

I started with copying art and manga that I liked, like Bleach or Death Note. This was in middle school, when stuff like that was still a thing. haha (a note on copying: that’s how you learn, it’s how everyone learns anything. but don’t claim it as your own, of course) example: Norman Rockwell learned art by observational drawing, drawing objects like busts, or sculptures, that were in front of him, so, copying. It’s how you build up your visual library. I did start with depending on internet tutorials by other people, like on deviantart. Because it was so long ago, though, I forgot who they were :(((( Nowadays, it’s just books and dead artists that I learn from

I didn’t go to any classes, (I try to avoid leaving my house) the internet was suitable enough for my needs, as there are so many resources available. Maybe even more than a regular art class would have, and for free! However, I did take art classes in high school, but they were the AP 2D studio/drawing courses, which just basically let me draw up my portfolio using the skills I already had. Sycra is a great youtube channel to learn drawing and stuff from! I remember watching their videos a lot

As well as the internet, yes, I also have books! There’s James Gurney’s book on color and light, Color and Light, which is great on color theory. I would even go out on a limb and say that it’s one of the best resources on color out there.  Anything by Andrew Loomis is a great source for anatomy.  

For the actual painting part, I learned from other artists, I looked up old masters’ sketches and paintings, copied the anatomy/poses/color/value to gain knowledge, looked up American illustration, which is my favorite type, because that’s the kind of stuff I want to do.  

That’s how I learned, and I’m still learning! Hope that helps :)

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The bloodied remnants of the fae woman lay scattered across the clearing. Derek was barely standing, leaning heavily on his left leg with no idea how much of the blood soaking into his shirt, jeans, and hair was his own.

The distant pulse of feet slamming over dry earth matched the sound of his own racing heart, and he let himself relax, slumping down into the dirt. Stiles was coming.

She was on him a second later. Small and delicate looking with soft curls and elfin features, and the strength to grip his throat in one tiny hand and lift him up effortlessly. Fae. Just like the one Derek had barely survived fighting, looking at him with a rage deeper than years could put words to.

“She was killing,” Derek tried, because more than half the blood soaking into the dirt was his, and there was no strength left to fight in him. He didn’t expect it to make a difference, and it didn’t. The creature’s wild eyes swept over him, unforgiving.

“She was mine.”

Stiles’ footsteps were still pounding closer, seconds away and sounding horribly alone. Backup must have been waiting at the loft or spread out too far across the forest. And why would they need to come? Derek had messaged that the threat was gone.

The fae’s lips twitched before he could even think to shout warning, the cold rage in her eyes melting to something thoughtful and somehow more terrifying. A finger dragged an absent caress across Derek’s throat while her eyes tracked to his pounding heart and outward, as though tracing some invisible thread from Derek’s heart to the source of the sound.

“Well,” she mused, “equal and fair in all things, I suppose. Bravo, hero, stopping the wicked fae. I suppose you’ve earned a reward.”

He was expecting a quick tear of nails to his throat, and knew right away it would have been preferable. It was obvious from the curl of the fae’s grin, the hand at his neck, the blood still dripping wet down his temple: a quick death would be the best thing for him.

Instead the fae waited, while Stiles’ footsteps came closer.

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Alright, I was tagged by some cute people with cute voices: @anna-something @roses-for-jongup @gogomato and @daestopiaa

I feel like a lot of people have done this or been tagged already but I’ll tag: @thismagicheart @s-kydive @daehnii @dontlookatmelikethatyongguk @daehyuns-beautiful-golden-skin and invite anyone else to do it and tag me. If you want to be untagged, please ask. No pressure.

Questions: (Under the cut cause this has been going around a lot and I’m sure people don’t want to see it another time lol)

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i am in love with the kuroharem… kinda hard to tell, but order of appearance is:

@ask2pjapan, @askthe2pjapan, @the2pkuro, @askbikerkuro, @ask-olikuro, @ask-lustkuro

- asihfod hey!! if i don’t post any sprites this friday and/or weekend,, then, it’s bc,, i’m being extremely stupid and most likely worrying and stressing over vvry stupid things,, to the point where i can’t work on things,,

Apparently in Bottomless Pit, when Stan is telling his story, the football players have uniforms that resemble the Packers.

Soooo, headcanon that Stan is a Packers fan and he and Vlad actually met at a game and hit it off. 

Basically now I’m just thinking about grumpy old men and their sports obsessions. 

Truth or Spin

Klaine Advent: Day 11 - Kiss. 1185 words.

Kurt pulled back from the kiss to whoops and hollers, his cheeks just a little red and his lips even redder. He smirked at the assembled audience, bowing his head in acknowledgement of his own prowess.

“Yes, yes, I am a performer and a pleaser.”

Quinn snorted. “Like I didn’t please you just now, Hummel?” Her lips were similarly red and she was combing her fingers through her hair, trying to settle it back from where Kurt’s hands had mussed it up.

He winked at her, sinking back to his spot in the circle next to Blaine, taking his hand. “Of course, sweetheart, you’re a star.”

She smirked back, leaning over Rachel to boop him on the nose. “You weren’t so bad yourself.” She rolled her eyes as she sat back down. “Better than answering Artie’s question, anyway.”

Artie put up his hands, defensively. “Don’t hate the player, girl. We were all wondering.”

Rachel raised her hand. “I was not wondering if the old guy Quinn dated dyed his pubic hair, actually.”

“And isn’t it so fitting that she had to kiss Kurt who also dated an old guy?” Lauren Zizes piped in.

Kurt pouted, shooting her a look of betrayal. “How dare you? Walter was a sweetheart.” Blaine patted him on the knee.

“Well, Quinn spun, so I guess we’ll never know the answer to either of those questions,” Santana said, her nose crinkled in mild disgust. “You know the rules, Fabray: your turn. Pick a victim.”

Quinn’s smirk turned just a little evil. Calculating. She scanned the circle, mischief playing in her eyes. They landed on Tina.

“Ms. Tina Cohen Chang.” Quinn grinned. “Truth or Spin?”

It was one of those weird, rare, but also weirdly normal nights when the old New Directions were together in the same place. Well, not all of them. Puck was back on active duty and everyone felt the ache of the missing Finn. But they were happy. They were laughing. They were playing a stupid game, for old time’s sake.

Imagine you’re playing truth or dare. It can get pretty intense after a while, if you’re asked something you’d rather not tell or if you’re dared something you’d rather not do. But imagine spin the bottle. You don’t totally want to kiss all of your friends and even them it can get boring. Imagine putting them together: You can pick truth or spin, and if you don’t want to answer the truth, you pick spin as a forfeit. Everyone wins.

Tina sure seemed to think she had nothing to lose. “Truth.”

Quinn’s smile was feral. “How many sex dreams have you had about our dear Mr. Blaine Hummel-Anderson over here?”

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( requested by @luci-is-a-devil- ) (also sorry this one is a rly short but i couldn’t rly think of anything ??)

  • he’s literally the only reason his coworkers don’t hate their jobs
  • like he doesn’t even care that he’s at work at 8am on a saturday he’s all smiles all the time
  • literally never gets tired even tho he’s on his feet 99% of his shift ??
  • tries to persuade customers to use paper bags instead of plastic because “well……the environment is our home!! we should take care of it!!” (he’s so cute i’m expired)
  • used to get rly worried about like breaking eggs but now he’s a Pro Bagboy™ (and he’s secretly rly proud of it)
  • on his like second day tho he accidentally broke a glass bottle and he was so embarraSED GOD 
  • he just like stood there with big eyes, staring at the shards of glass on the floor until he realized what he’d done and wouldn’t shut up for 5 minutes about how sorry he was and when the customer was like “oh it’s fine i’ll just go get another one!” he was like “waIT NO,,,,,,,i mean,,,,,,uh,,,,,,,it’s fine,,,i-i-i’ll go get one for you,,,,,,,,,,,,” 
  • he’s still traumatized from that…….
  • he always feels a lil guilty when customers help him bag groceries bc like…….this is my job……ur the customer………pls sit down……
  • loves helping lil old ladies carry the bags to their cars and load them in bc they’re always like “oh chan!! you’re so strong!! what a handsome young boy!!”
  • he practically lives off of their praise
  • dances if no one’s rly around
  • ppl always tell him he should go professional whenever they catch him dancing bc ????have u seen that kid???? pure talent.
  • like one time you caught him dancing to michael jackson in the breakroom and he hasn’t forgotten it (then again, neither have u)
  • speaking of which, you work at the same grocery store as chan and like you two aren’t super close or anything but like you joke around with each other during breaks and stuff like that
  • you both started working there at about the same time and did a lil training together so you’re obviously comfortable and familiar with each other (you even got to witness chan’s iconic Bottle Breaking Debacle) 
  • sometimes he brings you lil snacks throughout the day and you two have a tradition of drinking those lil banana milks during ur breaks
  • and you can legit have conversations with him about anything because he either 1) gets really excited about the topic and talks a lot or 2) listens to whatever you have to say because he finds the way other people think and enjoy things to be rly interesting,,,,,,,,,,,,or maybe it’s just bc he likes to listen to you talk,,,,,,,,,,,,hm,,,,
  • sometimes he gets a lil confused abt whatever you’re talking about so you have to stop every once in a while to explain
  • (chan can be kinda clueless)
  • anyways, today you and chan are on shelving duty and at first you were dreading it completely because like,,,,,,,ur arms get tired from all the lifting and moving back and forth,,,,,ugh,,,,,
  • bUt then u found out chan would be helping you and all was well bc that kid’s energy and happiness is,,,,,,,so contagious. working with him never gets boring
  • but also ur just happy ur not shelving in the frozens aisles bc hOly fuCk that place gets cold 
  • anywho y’all are just chilling, arranging cereal boxes on the shelves while some old song is crackling thru the loudspeaker when chan gaSps
  • (he actually gasped so loUd tho thank god you peed earlier)
  • “oH my god!! it’s michael jackson!! this is such a good song!!”
  • before you know it, ur coworker is busting out moves and singing into a box of cheerios and ur just kinda standing there like,,,,,,,,,,,,,what am i supposed to do,,,,,,,,,
  • and u should just keep shelving bc this is such a Chan Thing and it’s nothing rly surprising
  • but u just kinda stand there and watch bc you’ve never rly gotten to see and appreciate his dancing, but u gotta admit he’s rly friCkin goOd !!!!!!
  • midsong, chan finally notices u standing there and he turns Red™
  • but then you see the hesitation in his eyes as he sticks out his hand to you and mumbles “d-do you wanna dance with me? imeanitsfineifyoudontbutlike-”
  • freezes up when you take his hand,,,,,,,,like are you sure ur not in the frozens aisle,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but then michael chanson starts dancing and you try to keep up but it’s a little much for u, Inexperienced Dancer Person Who Definitely Didn’t See This In The Job Description
  • and all of a sudden u hear ur manager yelling @ u two to “stop being buffoons and stock the damn shelves” and u quickly start like shoving things onto the shelves bc !!!!! oops !!!!! and it goes back to a radio silence between u and chan
  • however after a lil while chan looks over at u and says “you should let me give you a dance lesson or two…… then we can try this again….”