part of the process i guess

Did you ever have a genuine psychic/medium experience?

Although many readings can be attributed to cold readings or sheer coincidence sometimes it’s uncanny how accurate psychics/mediums can be. Here’s a collection of supposedly genuine experiences from threads. If you have an experience feel free to tag me @sixpenceee!

by reddit user Jinuxxx

I never believe in palm /card readings. I don’t actually believe in it nowadays. BUT when I was in 9th grade, my friend took me with her to a fortune teller so she can have her future read. Surprisingly she mentioned about her love dilemma, a blonde guy and dark haired guy. She was completely convinced about her reading powers while I was meh… We’re teenagers, it’s natural we’ll find ourselves in situations like this. And then she predicted the scores she’ll get at the exams when you finish high school (in our country there are some mandatory subjects for the exams, thus multiple numbers) she guessed that right. If I think really hard about probabilities and stuff I can find a logic explanation to that as well. 

by reddit user GoobyBear22

About 5 years ago I saw a psychic that a family friend had told me was the real deal. I went in skeptical and came out a believer.

She used tarot cards and knew things that could have been lucky guesses, like that I had just bought a house and was renovating it, but she also knew specific things that no one else could have known.

The most amazing part of the whole thing was that she knew that I had some complications with my hormones and had a surgery in the past that would make getting pregnant very difficult, but she told me Despite all this, I would have a baby later in life. Toward the end of the reading she hands me the tarot cards and tells me to shuffle them. Then tells me to ask three questions in my mind one at a time. I decided to really test her authenticity so the first question I decided to ask was am I going to have children, and halfway through laying the five cards down, she stops and looks at me and scolds me saying “I already told you that you were going to have one child!” hah this is when I knew.

by reddit user wobblerss

This was before I was born. My mom had a neighbor who was a grandpa who could see the future. He told my mom that my sister would be really sick when she became a preteen and not to worry because she’d be okay. When my sister was a preteen she was diagnosed with cancer and after a year and a half she was perfectly fine. My mom was pregnant with me when she met him again and he told her that I would be a c-section baby. My mom already knew this and said she had scheduled the c-section already since I was breach but he was adamant that she would have me on a certain day and that the c-section wouldn’t go on the planned day. I was born on the exact day he predicted.

Nothing too crazy but the fact that he knew that my sister would be sick and would be okay is crazy to me. He also didn’t want any money and approached my mom and asked if he could do a reading for her.

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A Simple Suggestion

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Originally posted by akumatisedmari

So I had a dream last night. A dream that Ladybug and Chat Noir moved out of their homes into a studio apartment together so they could be around each other and get to akuma attacks quickly and always be alert.

But they never detransformed. They were always suited up and just lived together like two best friends and kept the city safe.

@philosophy-and-coffee said it’d make a neat fic idea and had a few cute ideas to add on to it, so…naturally, I wrote it. 

A Simple Suggestion
Summary: Breaks from patrol often allow time for Ladybug and Chat Noir to talk and be themselves. But when a silly joke starts to seem all that…well, not silly, the two find themselves considering something neither of them had ever before: moving in together. 
The tricky part is still keeping their identities a secret.
Rated: G (might change to T later)
Pairing(s): Ladybug/Chat Noir

Chapter 1 - A joke
Word count: 1,464
Read on: ao3 

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It had started out as a joke.

Chat Noir had thrown the idea into the air one night when they’d taken a break from patrol. The city was quiet, the breeze that danced through the open sky was refreshing, and the laughter that had accompanied his voice had made Marinette smile all too wide.

“What if we moved in together?” he’d asked with a nervous twitch of his tail. “I’ve been preparing to move out for a while, but…I don’t know. Something about the thought of living alone makes me nervous.”

“You mean-” Marinette’s eyes widened. “Us? Move in together? Like, Ladybug and Chat Noir living together?”

“Yeah,” Chat laughed. “What if?”

At first, she’d given her partner nothing more than a chuckle and a dismissive pat on the shoulder, shaking her head at the simple notion. It had been such a funny thing for him to suggest that the giggles that rose from her throat had been all too hard to suppress. Even if she secretly didn’t despise the idea, she knew it would never work out.

“How would we even manage that?” she asked, swinging her legs over the ledge of the apartment complex they had paused upon and taking in a breath of the atmosphere. She could detect a small hint of food cooking somewhere, and in the distance music played, which added to the comforting ambiance of the city she adored so much. “We’d just walk around in our own home transformed, like it was a completely normal thing?”

Chat Noir offered a shrug, looking a tad sheepish. “Hah, yeah, I guess that does sound kind of stupid.”

A frown replaced Marinette’s smile, and she felt a small hint of guilt for her previous comment. “Well,” she said in an attempt to fix her blunder. “I don’t know about stupid…”

“It would probably be weird,” Chat continued, “and awkward at times…and it wouldn’t be easy…”

Marinette nodded.

“…but I dunno,” he sighed, shifting his gaze. “Part of me thinks we’d be able to make it work.”

Allowing the thought to process, Marinette tapped her finger along the aged paneling of the roof they sat atop, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as she sought for a reply.

Would they be able to make it work?

After all, she’d been thinking about moving out of the bakery soon due to space, and she didn’t like the idea of living alone either…and Alya was already sharing an apartment Nino…

“Maybe,” Marinette said, a hint of humor in her voice. “But we’d be together all the time, and I can’t exactly picture myself cooking dinner wearing a skin-tight suit. Even if it would protect me from burns.”

Chat supplied a small snort of laughter at her statement. “I guess that’s a bonus. Would living together be so weird, though?”

Marinette opened her mouth to answer with a “yes, of course!”, but paused as she couldn’t exactly find an explanation why it would be so odd for them to live together under those circumstances. Sure, it’d feel a bit off to walk around an apartment with her suit on, but by now Marinette was used to wearing polka-dots for long hours. She felt more natural in her transformation than she ever had five years prior when she was fourteen, freshly new to the world of superheroes and saving the city, and for a brief second the thought that maybe Chat’s idea wasn’t such a stupid one passed her mind.

It would be a hell of a lot more convenient for the both of them. They wouldn’t have to worry about when the other would show up during akuma attacks, or struggle going through a battle alone while one of them was on their way.

(Or, on the rare occurrence that a certain Ladybug slept in late during a rather difficult akuma attack, Chat Noir wouldn’t have to suffer through another hour of holding a violet butterfly within his paws and panicking over what he should do with it.)

A small grin twitched at the corner of Marinette’s mouth before a second thought passed her mind, causing the hint of a smile to fall.

She knew Chat Noir was dying to get out of his house. Nineteen years old and still suffocating under the watchful eye of his parents (parent?), Chat often expressed his sorrows about his home life with a forlorn sigh. Though he never delved too deeply into personal details, Marinette could tell just by the carefully worded sentences that he was having a difficult time staying happy in the house he’d lived in since he was a baby.

And, although she couldn’t relate, Marinette did feel for her friend. There were often times where she had considered begging Tikki to let them reveal their identities to each other just so she could take Chat Noir to the bakery and gift him a place to live that he looked forward to coming home to.

(Too many nights had she found Chat patrolling the city when there hadn’t been a scheduled patrol, after all.)

And now the words were on the tip of her tongue; the confirmation she knew her partner was secretly hoping for notwithstanding the fact that he was writing it off as a joke.

A joke that tugged at his lips in a sort of dejected smile that did not—would not—reach his eyes.

“I wonder how that would work,” Marinette whispered, eyes falling to the city streets below, where cars trailed lazily down the two-way street in a pale river of yellow lights. “Maybe we could make it work.”

One of Chat’s velvet ears twitched against his shaggy blond hair, and his eyes met hers for a fleeting moment. Even in the second of shared eye contact Marinette could see the tiny spark of hope that glowed within them, and she couldn’t stop the smile that began to spread across her face.

Maybe they could move in together. Sure, she’d have to talk to Tikki about it first, and they’d have to find an inconspicuous apartment in the middle of the city together, and it would wouldn’t be easy…

But…

But…no. That was just silly.

A silly, silly idea. It wouldn’t work out. How would they keep their identities secret? How would they be able to live life as normal civilians and go about their daily duties—work, university, grocery shopping—without revealing themselves?

You’ll never know until you try, a little voice peeped in the back of Marinette’s mind. What could be so bad about it?

What could be so bad? Well, they could accidentally come home destransformed, or sleepwalk in their pajamas, or both walk up to the front door at the same time without their suits on, or, or-

Or…what?

All of those situations could easily be avoided. They could set rules. Marinette could make masks so they wouldn’t have to be transformed all of the time, or they could turn out the lights every now and then. Or maybe they could set certain days where they would stay transformed so they could hang out.

Huh…the whole idea was beginning to seem a lot simpler than it had been three minutes ago.

Yeah, Marinette replied to the earlier thought, what could be so bad?

She knew of plenty of things that could be bad, as her anxiety had ways of creating the most outlandish situations. For now, however, she ignored them.

Looking over to Chat Noir, Marinette smiled, giving his back (which was slumped over in a sad sort of way) a gentle pat. He responded by sitting up straight, a question on his lips and hope in his gaze, ears perked up in interest. They stared at each other for a breath or two before Marinette exploded into a fit of laughter, her stomach clenching with the force of of her chortle.

Chat flinched at first, obviously surprised by her sudden outburst, but a second later he joined her in the ocean of giggles that had flooded between them. His smile was so wide that Marinette could see the white glint of his teeth and lovely crinkles around his eyes, as well as the shake of his shoulders and a single tear—whether it be from laughter or relief—that slid down his cheek.

And that was how Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ladybug, nineteen-year-old baker’s daughter found herself transformed and heaving box after box into a two-bedroom apartment smack dab in the middle of Paris a month later with a black cat trailing just a step behind her, placing a few of his own boxes on the wide, empty wooden floor.

It had been a crazy, crazy idea.

But sometimes, Marinette knew, the craziest of ideas were the best of all.

anonymous asked:

Hello there! I love your art and I was wondering if you could give me a few tips about drawing Sora and Riku (especially his majestuous hair!). Thank you so much! By-bye!

So like this isn’t gonna be great because even idk what I’m doing with them half the time so I guess I’ll just break down the thought process that runs subconsciously. When I draw these guys I just kinda get into it and not set up hair guidelines, because I more or less know what I’m trying to accomplish.

Riku is easy because his hair is easier to follow. It doesn’t part in any particular fashion  and his tresses always motion vaguely downward. His princess hair comes from me originally not knowing how to interpret his anime hair into my style. His floaty hair = LOTS OF VOLUME?? was how it came through. Now that I kind of know how to do it, I just kind of ignore it anyways. The thick hair stays for my style hhh.

Drawing sora’s hair is awful and also kind of fun. It’s actually not as complicated once you understand how and which ways it sprouts from is head. It’s easier to keep true to form than riku for me. The profile can be difficult. There’s been times where I sweep it backwards instead of frontwards.

Coloring Tutorial for Shadowhunters S2

Hello pals, I’m gonna show you how to achieve a quality coloring for Shadowhunters Season 2 despite the horrid lighting of the show this season. 

  • Please like/reblog if you find this tutorial useful.
  • This will not magically work for every scene, adjustments need to be made. This is just here to help you learn and gain some tips.
  • If you have any questions just let me know.

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Ladrien June Day 16: Siren pt. 2

“Ladybug you’re under arrest for destroying the city of Paris”

“Adrien, I’m sorry… I promise I’ll get us out of this okay?”

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So guess who is an overachiever and spent the better part of the last four days slaving away to make this 3-D topographic map of Ferelden?

THIS FUCKING IDIOT

I’m so fucking proud of this though, like honestly? It’s taken forever and caused me three panic attacks (it’s due tomorrow at midnight and I still gotta glue it and paint it plus do a shit ton of other things) so far, but shit man it’s actually coming out really good!! This is a rough idea of the process over the past several days so ahhh enjoy? Yes? 🤗

Stuck Together - Damian Wayne x Reader

Requested by Anon - a story where the reader and Damian like each other but won’t admit it cuz they’re too stubborn so the batfam try to get them together.

Happy Birthday Anon’s friend!!


Damian watched you from across the cave as Alfred wrapped the cut on his arm. You were working on updating files on the batcomputer. The glow from the computer highlighted your face in a way that fascinated him. His fingers twitched with the need to draw to you.

“Master Damian, you may go change now,” Alfred stated, finishing the bandage on Damian’s cut. When Damian didn’t move, Alfred raised an eyebrow, noticing how intently Damian studied you. “Master Damian,” Alfred said again sharply. Damian finally dragged his gaze away from you to look at Alfred. “I’m done with the bandage. You may go change now.”

TT,” Damian huffed, sliding off the table to stalk over to the changing area. When he passed you, you spun around in the chair to face him causing him to slowly stop, catching your eye.

“Are you okay, Damian?” you asked, glancing at the bandage on his arm. He touched the bandage, shrugging his shoulders. 

“It is nothing,” Damian replied softly. The two of you fell silent, caught up in each other’s eyes. A solid minute passed without either of you making a sound. You both would have been there forever if Dick hadn’t appeared, clapping his hand on Damian’s shoulder to snap the two of you out of it.

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Hey guys! I’m starting the animation process of this second part of Love tomorrow. I have already everything planned out so I just have to animate it and give it my 110%.

In case you want to watch it you can follow me on my twitch ( https://www.twitch.tv/camila2929 ). In case you don’t I guess I’ll be posting screenshots and giving updates of my progress here as usual

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We’re very, very sorry we took this long to upload. D: The tweeted version of what went on with this page was that Vale couldn’t find the right expressions when she was initially sketching the page, so that was passed onto Jam, who did an excellent job finishing that part of the process up! Then inking responsibilities were passed between two different artists, and then coloring took a good while because one artist was going through personal troubles, while the other artist he passed it to wasn’t able to get her tablet working for a while. Fun times all around. X_X

Anyway, some peeps over on Twitter made a few guesses on what we now know is St. S’s name would be, though @giancarlovolpe came up with the perfect nickname for it (”St. Bro’s”); I have the feeling Star would refer to this place by that nickname if she ever came across that place. Totally not hinting about what’s gonna happen later down the line. Nope. Not at all. I really need to sleep soon.

Art © The Blood Moon Commission

Star Vs The Forces Of Evil © @daronnefcy & Disney

nervous :: zach dempsey

word count:1274

request: ‘Hey! Could you pretty please write an imagine for Zach Dempsey where he’s hopelessly in love with the reader and it’s just super fluffy because he’ll do and say dorky things to see her smile, his friends will tease him when she walks by, she’ll catch him staring at her in lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool but fails and it’s just super adorable, then she kisses him for whatever reason (u pick) You’d write this amazingly! Please and thank you so much’

warnings: none really, just a bit of a nervous!zachary

a/n: let me know what you think of this and if u want a request (idk how long it’ll take me to write bc i just write when i get inspiration sorry lolol) then hit up my asks ! thanks to the anon who requested this i loved the concept, sorry it took me a bazillion years to write but it’s here now !! 


“You just make me kinda nervous.” His eyes shifted away from yours and briefly to the floor, hoping it would swallow him whole.

Your lips stretched into a smile, his confession had made his nervousness pretty obvious. His cheeks flushed red and he couldn’t look you in the eyes yet but you loved this look.

Zach never got nervous about anything other than his Bio exams so this was new ground you were covering.

You grew conscious of your smile and tried to repress it so he wouldn’t think you found this funny. It was the opposite really, you were happy he’d come out and said it because you’d been on to him for months. This was a step in the right direction.

“And?” You finally responded to his confession. The abruptness of your tone caused him to avert his eyes to you again, full of curiosity and slight fear.

“And?” He caught on to your teasing once he saw you crack a smile and released his own smile onto his lips. He grinned, glancing down at his feet as he repositioned his backpack straps to relieve himself of some of its weight.

He shook his head, lifting his eyes back to yours again. He was back and forth between you and the floor and he wished he could stop but it was impulsive. You did really make him nervous.

Once he’d briefly composed himself he spoke up again much to your surprise. “I really like you. Come to Jess’ party tonight. With me.”

Your head titled slightly, mulling over the thought of attending a party you didn’t plan on going to purely because it was exam season. But this was Zach, your best friend, and he was asking you out.

“Hm. Okay.” You grinned whilst he spoke about the more informative details of your date. You just nodded along with what he was saying, only half listening as you were still dazing about how he’d actually come out and said these things to you.

But eventually the two of you parted ways, agreeing on a time and place later tonight to attend Jessica’s party together.

::

You’d arrived at the party a little later than anticipated because of you struggled to pick an outfit. Half because you don’t attend these kind of party’s often, half because this was your first date with Zach. Either way, it took you a while but he was patient and you got here eventually.

Zach’s hand was sitting on your waist as he sipped out of a cup (soft drinks of course as he was driving) and you sipped on a warm beer. His eyes were scanning the room but eventually they locked back on you, already looking at him.

You felt a bit awkward because, as mentioned, you didn’t attend these parties often and for good reason - they were full of drunken teenagers playing stupid games and creating drama out of nothing. But you had pleasant conversations with Zach, ones you hadn’t had before as friends. And it was comfortable and it was kind and you were enjoying yourself with him.

For example, you had caught him earlier on in the day watching you at lunch so naturally you confronted him about it just now. He stuttered a little but laughed inevitably, explaining how he hadn’t meant to come across so creepily. He thought you looked pretty or something like that, which made you smile wider than before.

“Zach! Buddy!” Your eyes shifted to the semi-drunken Justin that was rocketing over to the two of you, spilling his beer in the process. He wore a smile that only appeared when he was drinking or with Jess. “I didn’t know you were tapping that?”

You raised an eyebrow, scoffing lightly at his use of language. “He’s not.”

Zach mouth hung open slightly, unsure what to do because he’d never had you and his friends hang out together before. It was two completely different parts of his life.

He furrowed his eyebrows softly, turning back to Justin to give him a big ol’ disapproving glare. “Uh, we’re dating. I guess?”

He glanced back at you, who stood clipping your cup between your teeth to hide your smile, for assurance. You shrugged wth your smile, teasing again. “Sure baby.”

Justin raised his eyebrows, surprised his best friend was committing to something for once. He laughed, slapping Zach’s shoulder. “Alright, buddy. Make sure you hit that, I know a few who’ll take your place if you don’t.”

He left on kind of a sour note that made you purse your lips, wondering how Zach could be friends with someone who spoke so disgustingly.

“I’m sorry? He’s drunk, he’s not as bad as he sounds.” He quickly apologised. Worry struck his expression, thinking his friends could expose a side of him that was completely made up for his reputation purely. He was a nice guy, but most of his friends were jerks and he couldn’t be a nice guy around them all the time or they’d tease him.

He made them out to be worse than they were, some of them were good guys too, like Alex for example. Either way you weren’t pleased but you let it go for now.

You shrugged it off, sipping again at the beer sitting in your cup. Zach scratched the back of his neck, trying to find a way to move past this without it being too obvious that he was uncomfortable.

“So dating?” He quickly regretted his choice of topic but it was still on his mind since you’d used the pet name for him.

He watched your smile reappear slowly, reverting your attention to him before releasing an embarrassed spout of laughter.

“Sure baby.” He felt his hands grow clammy the more often you used this newfound pet name, wiping away his nerves on his jeans as nonchalantly as he could manage.

His cheeks were tinting pink, causing you to laugh because he was acting so uncharacteristically unsure of himself, which was bizarre because you guys had been friends for ages.

“Stop being so shy, weirdo.” You nudged your shoulder against him to loosen the mood a little. He was grinning again, glancing down at you in way that made you think he might kiss you. But he didn’t, he shifted his eyes back to the floor leaving you hanging. “Zach.” You muttered to him.

He mumbled a short yeah? and reverted his attention to you again. Your faces were closer than it was comfortable to stay still in.

“I’m going to kiss you because I want to. And because you’re too much of a dumbass to do it yourself.” You smiled when his eyes filled with delight and fear, flickering to yours lips before nodding eagerly. “Okay.”

You quickly ran your fingers into his hair, pulling him down slightly to reach your height and kissing him. He gasped, even from the preparation of your speech he was still unprepared for this. His hands reached your waist, grasping tightly and with his guidance he backed you against the wall.

He kissed back with more force than you were expecting, surprising you as he pushed himself closer to you. You let him take control, more because you were too distracted by this kiss than to know what to do with the rest of your body. So he gripped one hand on your waist and the other lay against your cheek to keep you in place.

You retracted for a split second to catch a breath. “Zach- Zach,” Your eyes barely opened, your breathing uneven as he looked at you with caution and swollen lips. You smiled. “I really like you too.” He delved back into the kiss that he’d been waiting for for ages with a bigger smile than he’d been wearing earlier. This was his every fantasy come to life and he was going to make the most of it.

phazerstorm  asked:

I just adore your art style, it's so cute! I'm thinking of making comics myself. Do you think you could give me some tips on angling or facial expressions or overall detail?

Thank you so so much! I really appreciate that! Like, a whole lot. ^^

I’m not exactly sure how much I’ll be able to help you, though I can at least give you some pointers on expressions! I’ll do my best. I’m sorry this is coming a bit late! 

I’m going to use Bendy for my examples, just because he’s super easy to draw and I have him on hand/mind at the moment. But! These can be used on just about anyone.

Keep in mind: this is just my way of doing things. There isn’t one “set” way to create great art! There’s a lot of experimenting, testing and growing when it comes to artwork.

When it comes down to expressions, there are a few things to consider: what are they feeling? How intense is this feeling? How far can, or should you push it? How can you make this feel realistic? In visual storytelling, showing what a character is going through is far more important than telling the reader. In a comic setting, there’s a very fine balance–since you have images to go with the words, but you can’t convey each minute action… At least in a reasonable amount of panels, the dialogue and the images have to work together when they’re used in tandem.

When a character is shouting, you have to push their expression further–it won’t be enough to show them with their mouth slightly open, or with a flat face. Give them wide eyes, or shut their eyes completely with frustration. Open their mouth wide, maybe even get their body language involved if you have enough room. Throw their arms in the air, have them pulling at their hair!

Likewise, if what they’re saying is quiet or somber, soften their expression. Have their gaze ill-focused, or looking to the ground. Their shoulders could be slumped, their brow could be low. Their mouth could be almost, or entirely closed. Or are they happy? Raise their eyebrows, widen their eyes with joy! Bring out that smile! Use as much variety and as many shapes as you can!

Because I’m a visual person, here are a few examples to give you a better idea of what I mean:

(I’m sorry if my handwriting is hard to read)

Which facial expressions are more interesting? Sure, the ones on the left are going through the motions of emoting, but the ones to the right REALLY show how the character is feeling!

Body language is also immensely important when it comes down to expressiveness. Every part of the body can be used to convey a message. The crossing of arms can indicate disgust, or even put a small barrier between two people. Slumped shoulders show disappointment or sadness. Every little movement a character makes can have a massive impact on their overall tone. Here are a few examples like the above:

Even minute changes to a static pose can make a BIG difference! Test around and see what works best.

I’ve noticed that some animators have mirrors near their desk. This is so they can look up at their reflection and make a face into the mirror. They project their character’s feelings onto themselves, that way they can see what sort of facial expression would be best suited to that emotion. Nowadays we can just google this, but it’s still a good idea. Don’t be afraid to look up references whenever you need them. I know I do frequently! There’s no shame in using references!

My friend linked me to this wonderful guide, which goes more in-depth than I did here. Take a look!

I’m sorry I can’t help you quite as much with angles. I feel that I’d need to do a little more research in order to be able to articulate this more fluently. Perhaps some other time I can try and revisit this and go more into depth about perspective and foreshortening, but for now, here’s another great guide that might help you along in the right direction. I use a similar structure for my own drawings! 

Speaking of foreshortening, here’s another tutorial! I don’t use this particular method, but it may work for you!

I know you didn’t ask for it, but I’d like to give you some tips about comic making. If you don’t want them, then I guess you can just stop reading, pfff. Either way I’ll put it under a cut so this post doesn’t take up so much of the dashboard.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could I please have 49, 74 and 50 with Bucky?? Thank you! <3

@musichowler I think you requested the same set of prompts! 😅



49. “It’s been how long since you’ve had sex?” 50. “I’m hard to please.” 74. “Doll.. are you.. crying?”




You were sitting on the edge of your bed, your head in your hands, sobbing as quietly as you could manage after the disaster of a date you’d been on.


All you had wanted was to go out to dinner with a nice guy, have a few drinks and laugh a little, and then go back to his place for some more fun. Was that too much to ask?


Apparently so.


Natasha had set you up with a guy, someone she knew who worked for SHIELD.. he was about as exciting as a box of tacks.


He spent the entire date either on his phone or talking about his ex. You weren’t into it. AT ALL.


But you stayed. You knew how much effort Nat had put into arranging this, and at this point, you were desperate for some affection.


You tried so hard to appear interested. Laughing at all of his jokes, occasionally reaching across the table to brush your fingers over the back of his hand.. but nothing seemed to work. All he wanted to talk about was Amber. He was completely obsessed.


That wasn’t even the worst of it.


You ended up paying for the dinner.


All in all, it couldn’t have gone any worse.. or at least that’s what you thought, until you heard a light knock on your door.


Doll..are you.. crying?” You heard your best friend, Bucky, call through the door. You let out a small whimper, wiping your eyes, silently cursing yourself when you realized that you were still wearing makeup, which was probably now smeared. “I’m coming in.” His voice rang again, right before your door opened slowly.


As soon as his eyes landed on your distraught form, he rushed forward, kneeling on the ground in front of you. “Baby, what happened..?” He whispered, pushing stray hairs away from your face.


You let out a small hiccup in response, shaking your head. His expression immediately turned to one of anger, his hands now searching your face for any kind of harm. “What did he do to you?” His voice was gruff, concern laced in the tone. It made your heart flutter wildly.


“N-no, Buck.. he didn’t hurt me.. unless you count complete and utter rejection as hurting.” You told him with a sad smile.


His eyes scanned yours for a moment, looking for any sign that you could be lying, before he visibly relaxed. “Tell me what happened.” He whispered, resting his large hands on your thighs, rubbing soothing circles through the fabric of your dress with his thumbs.


So, you told him the story of your awful date. You could tell he was trying not to laugh at some parts, but when you were almost in tears by the end, he looked angry again.


“All I wanted was to have someone kiss me and tell me that they think I’m beautiful and mean it, but we didn’t even get that far, Buck.. I guess I’m just going to go another 4 years without getting laid.” You mumbled, staring at your folded hands in your lap.


Bucky stayed quiet for a moment, almost as if he was processing what you just said. “Wait.. It’s been how long since you’ve had sex?” he asked, awe evident in his voice. “What about Richard..? Didn’t you stay at his house after that date..?” He wondered, looking up at you.


You let out a tearful chuckle, shrugging. “Yeah, I went back to his place, but I don’t really count that as getting any.. he lasted all of five minutes before he fell asleep.. I guess I’m hard to please.” You told him, chewing the inside of your cheek as you fought back a blush.


Bucky’s grip on your thighs tightened for a moment before he licked his lips, smirking slightly. “I.. I have a proposition for ya, doll.” He said softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You felt your heart start to race under his stare.


“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” You managed to whisper, squeezing your thighs together, trying to relieve the ache that had begun to grow at your core at his closeness. His face came closer, you could see the tiny red lines in the whites of his eyes at this point.


“Well.. I happen to think you’re beautiful.. and..” He paused, dipping his fingertips under the hem of your dress carefully, watching for any sign that it might not be what you want. When your response was a small shiver, he moved his hands up further, fingertips brushing the lace panties you wore. “I’m pretty confident that I could please ya..” he finished, pressing his thumbs into the flesh of your thighs gently.


Your blush deepened at his words and you offered up a shy smile. “Are you saying you want to sleep with me, Sarge?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. He nodded, flashing a bright smile at you as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours. “Mmm.. I wanna do much more than that, doll..” He murmured, sounding almost breathless.


“How about..” he stopped again, dropping his head to place a soft trail of kisses along your neck, making a small gasp escape your lips. “I take you to dinner tomorrow night.. show you how a dame like you deserves to be treated..?” Once more, he stopped, nipping your earlobe with his teeth and growling softly when your hands tangled into his hair. “And then we come back here.. and I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”


He rested his forehead against yours once more, smirking as he watched your chest rise and fall quickly, your wanting evident by your body language. “Or..” you started, licking your lips. “You could take me out tomorrow.. but fuck me now.” He let out a chuckle at your offer, shaking his head slightly as he pushed your dress up further, standing slowly to push you back on the bed. “As you wish, ma'am.”

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Making videos in 2011

Suddenly remembered how I used to make video in like 2011

It was a mess

Whenever I showed a still image in Movie Maker, the colors came out distorted. Reds became Magenta. Yellow turned dark yellow. Blue became baby Blue.

Which is why early Pan Drawings were blue. Since it was the least distorted.

I recorded with a crummy PS3 USB mic. Often it would make click sounds if I moved my head too much. Often I had to record and rerecord 1 sentence at a time.

Windows Movie Maker could only have 1 audio track to edit at a time. So I had to render the video with no background music, import that into Windows Movie Maker, and add music on top.

Eventually got a cheap install CD for Pinacle Studio video editing. It wasn’t very good for my 2006 PC laptop. It would render a minute of video and say “Not enough RAM sorry :/” and just give me part of a video. Used that process until 2013 when I got Premire Pro and a “hand me down” Mac.

I pieced together the parts in Windows Movie Maker

The preview showing what I edited would always lag and I had to often guess what I was looking at.

To get footage of Powerpuff Girls or Ed Edd n Eddy, I would use Netflix snail mail to get 1 disk at time to rip them. Or Screen capture  them off PS3 Netflix streaming and hope the footage didn’t get all blury from my slow internet. Now theres iTunes rips for that stuff

My USB Snowball mic was grabage. Had to constantly manually alter the sound levels so everything was even. XLR mics like my AT2020 and Audiobox don’t need that.

Did all that for like 3 or 4 years

But now thankfully the process is far more streamlined and I know how to handle many of the editing problems far more efficiently.


anonymous asked:

A prompt, if I may? :) To celebrate Catco's 20th anniversary, Supergirl agrees to a televised interview with Cat Grant. It's a smash in the ratings, of course, and some viewers notice the chemistry and sexual tension...which leads to some angst and feelings being revealed. :)

“Like forty percent of these comments are about you staring at Cat with heart eyes,” Winn said, scrolling through Youtube comments in the middle of the DEO. “I mean, they aren’t wrong.”

“Winn!” Kara hissed, leaning over him and closing out of the page before J’onn caught him goofing off at work again. He’d already been given several stern talking to’s about it. A pout formed on her face and she crossed her arms over her crest. “I do not stare at Cat.”

“Everyone stares at Cat.” Maggie piped in, leaning back in the chair beside Winn at the console. “You are not an exception.”

“You’re not even supposed to be here,” Kara said, pointing at her threateningly. “You’re supposed to be at work.”

“I can’t believe we’re even wasting time talking about the ‘heart eyes’ comments,” Maggie said, pretending to ignore Kara completely. “Cat spent half the interview trying to act like she wasn’t ready to climb Kara like a tree.”

“I can’t hear you,” Kara muttered, walking away from the two newest annoyances in her life. Not that she could really get away from it; it seemed everyone had something to say about the interview she’d volunteered to give Cat after she’d helped save everyone from the Daxamite invasion. It seemed about the only way she could really thank her for coming back just in time. And it had actually went really well. People had loved it, she hadn’t given away too many secrets about herself or her work at the DEO, and she hadn’t completely embarrassed herself. Or, that’s what she’d thought before people start dissecting every single detail of her interaction with Cat.

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I’m on warrior mode. 

Still working on my exam to get into medical school in Italy, I’ve been getting great scores on the online simulator and the admission test is in 16 days but why being prepared when you can be well-prepared

This is my last shot, I’m risking a lot by putting aside ALL my french classes to work on this. This year I grew up a lot, living far away from home and asking myself so many questions about who I am and what I should do with my life (it’s part of the process of growing up I guess) and among all the things I learned one very important lesson : when you set a goal you have to stick to it and make some very hard decisions sometimes. It wasn’t easy for me to decide to give up on my french classes: I knew that if I kept working on them I would had to lose another year for sure before getting into medical school here (the process is MUCH MORE complicated than this) and even by doing so I didn’t even know if I was going to make it. The only way to start my medical studies next year was to get into medical school in Italy. I had to give up on many many dreams and expectations I had about my future, but now I feel I made the right decision. I’m very close to get it (not yet guys! but close) and now I don’t care about anything else: this is my goal, my life, and I won’t let anyone come in my way. 

It’s been two months since I’m on warrior mode, and seeing the results coming is so fu**ing satisfying.

I will win.

Cheater

Theo does something bad and the reader does something worse. Turns out Theo had done something worse. 

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Y/N P.O.V  
I had had an awful fight with Theo. He had been out with a couple of friends and gotten too cozy with a stripper. He swore he didn’t do anything with her but I didn’t believe him.

Then I didn’t something even worse

I woke up in Isaac’s bed. Since the fight with Theo, I had been staying there. The first night I got here I was upset and hurt and wanted to make him feel just like I did. I did the most awful thing I have ever done. I didn’t even think about Isaac.

“Y/N IT’S FOR YOU” Isaac yelled from downstairs. I quickly got up and pulled on some of my sleeping shorts and my shirt that had been thrown off my body the night before. I ran down the stairs only to be met by the blue eyes of my soon to be ex-boyfriend. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping and there was a bit of confusion behind his look.

“Hey” I whispered looking at the floor. I was not in the mood to even deal with him after what he had done. But now I had done something even worse. Theo and I were never broken up and what I did was the thing I swore I would never do, cheating. Theo stepped in and looked at me up and down. I’m almost sure he could smell Isaac on me.

“What happened here last night,” Theo asked giving Isaac the death stare but as soon and his stare fell on me his eyes turned soft and loving.

“I'm… I am so sorry” I answered. I knew he knew what had happened. He could see it as soon as he came in. he could smell it as soon as he came in. He could sense it on me. On Isaac. I didn’t know what to tell him. Nothing I could say would make him stay. But he didn’t yell. He didn’t get angry.
He just left.

“Okay…” he quietly said as he dropped my hand he had taken just seconds ago.

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I’m over you.

It was a process. At first, I had to forgive you even though I wanted nothing else but to hate every piece of your being. That was probably the hardest part. Forgiving someone who’s knowingly hurt you when you believed they would never do such a thing is next to impossible.

Then, I had to accept that you care more about her than you ever cared about me. I still don’t think that you two are cute. I probably never will. But you’re together and you’re happy, so I guess that’s all that really matters. My opinion is completely irrelevant. She probably hates me anyway so it wouldn’t matter.

Then I had to let it go. I didn’t stop caring; I just stopped worshipping the ground that you walked on. I put you down on the same level that we’re all on; the one where we’re all shitty people with good intentions. We screw up a lot. You screwed up with me. I wasn’t so great either. That’s okay. I forgive you. I hope you forgive me, too.

But I knew I was okay again when I listened to “Over You” by Daughtry and fully believe every word of that song this morning. I woke up thinking of a boy with eyes like a storm instead of you and yours that are like a calm sea. (I like ferocious storms of people more than calm and predictable ones anyway.) I listened to “Begin Again” by Taylor Swift and imagined starting over with someone new. I’m over you. I’m okay again. It’s beautiful.

—  i stopped accepting crap and demanded something more from life // an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #63

Honestly nothing gets my blood boiling faster than some ignorant fuckhouse with their head up their ass saying that “abortion isn’t healthcare.”

When most of the entire fuckin medical field defines abortion as a health care service because it literally IS a medical service, you can’t just plug your ears and bleat out the same old bullshit.

Just because it’s not always necessary to save the life of the patient doesn’t mean that it does not improve quality of life or provide a life-altering service. I may not 100% NEED laser eye surgery to live, but it would sure as hell improve my quality of life if I got it done. Same goes for an abortion, if I needed to get one it would absolutely improve my quality of life to not be pregnant anymore.

Not to mention that the whole abortion isn’t healthcare ‘because it kills something’ is utter nonsense too. Even IF a fetus had the same awareness and rights as a born human being-

A) no one has the right to use someone else’s organs without their consent, regardless if they would die or not. I can’t force a family member to literally give me the use of their organs even if I need it to live, and even corpses can’t have their bodies used to save people’s lives if the person did not consent when they were alive. and

B) there are ENTIRE MEDICAL FIELDS dedicated to quality-of-life and figuring out the best way to let someone pass away. Guess what, people die in nursing homes and hospices, that doesn’t mean that it ‘isn’t medical care’ just because someone dies in the process. Death is a part of healthcare just as much as life is.

Shuffling Your Tarot Deck

It took me forever to learn to shuffle like this, but now that I have it’s my favorite way to bond with my deck before (and after!) a reading. It’s also easier on the cards than spreading them out on the table, or poker shuffling the smaller decks. All the videos I’ve found for this technique go way too fast, so I’ve gif’d it one bit at a time. 

Hold your deck in your non-dominant hand lengthwise, fingers on the bottom card’s face and thumb on the top card back. 

With your dominant hand, put your thumb and middle finger on the short edges on the deck, with the bottom card’s edge lining up approximately with your first knuckle. 

Grab that knuckle’s worth of cards and separate it from the rest of the deck (now called the main deck). 

Let the main deck lean against your fingers as you bring the other cards over to the thumb side. Let the top card in your dominant hand slide off to land in your nondominant hand, on top of the main deck. 

It’s okay if the cards come off in pairs and groups of five or ten instead of one at a time. Practice will help with that, but it also depends on how new your deck is and whether the cards are matte or glossy. 

Now let the main deck lean against your thumb, and bring the other cards over to the fingers side. Let top card(s) slide off to land on the bottom of the main deck. 

Bring the other cards to the thumb side of the main deck, and repeat. 

When you run out of the smaller stack, grab another bunch of cards like you did in the second gif and do it again!

It looks incredibly flashy and professional when you really get going. You will drop cards and that will lead to reversals, and maybe even some cards landing face up that you might want to keep out as significators in your reading. 

Now, the other side of shuffling is something I’ve seen people ask about pretty frequently: how long do I shuffle? Conventional advice is “until you feel like you’ve shuffled enough” or “when your deck says so,” but what if you don’t feel anything and you’ve been shuffling for ages? What if your deck doesn’t really communicate that way? Good news, friend…

You Can Ritualize That!

When one of my decks wasn’t telling me when to stop shuffling, I made shuffling a part of the spread. If I was doing a three card spread, I shuffled three times. For a Celtic cross spread, I’d shuffle ten times. And so on. I told myself that my deck would push its message to the top in that amount of time, and it did. Every time. It took a lot of the second guessing out of the process and allowed me to concentrate fully on the reading. 

As I’ve gotten more comfortable with my decks I’ve moved away from that somewhat, but I still go back to it if I’m not feeling a pull to stop shuffling in a particular reading. 

Feel free to message me if you have any questions or add commentary to this post! I hope it was helpful!