seriously it's like i wished really hard

melody-otakuu  asked:

I get really upset when I take hours on a drawing and it turns out like shit or i take hours on it and I like how its turning out but i never go back to it because I'm tired of staring at it. Then i show my art to people and I ask for compliments but they criticize it. I'm jealous of the people that I know personally that are able to feel confident in their art. I wish I can draw good but i cant. I can't even draw a dick.

Okay but seriously, proper dicks are hard to draw. Also I feel you, but what’s important is that you don’t give up! I love you!

so i’m doing the Menace Under Steyliff quest right….

Yoongi x Reader

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

A long, angsty fic in which you fight with Yoongi. How new and original, right? Sometimes I wonder if I can create anything else tbh.

Prompt: Upon finding out that your teacher has given you a lower grade than normal on a paper you worked hours on, you come home enraged.

Enjoy!

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Inktober Day 28

I was wondering why there was so little fan art of Grillby until I tried drawing him. The guy’s hard to draw >:U!

Anywho, just some Hotland thoughts and headcanons c:
I never really thought about it before, but Grillby is a pretty mysterious guy. We really don’t know much about him, like why he’s living in such a cold place, or if he has any other family members. I want to know more about this guy!

anonymous asked:

Oh my god, this is an amazing idea. Seriously, I wish that I had this when I was like 13-14. Its really hard to be a younger member of the LGBTQA community, because nothing is ever aimed at them. Seriously, you're gonna help so many kids.

Ahh, thank you so much! I’m glad someone else thinks this too :)

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From an interview (x) given just after Seeds aired. Possibly the only mainstream interview I’ve seen that acknowledges the actual relationship of Skye and Coulson as centrally important. It made me hella happy, is what I’m saying.

anonymous asked:

Not that I "ship", but I love "whatever" S & C have together....But, something was really off last night. Maybe, it's just wishful thinking. But, boy I wish I knew the guy staring and grinning at S when C was addressing S in her thank you speech. Seriously! The guy acted like he heard something he wasn't suppose to heard.

hahahaha that guy made me laugh so hard. he looked like such a creep though, idk who he is. but the way he was looking at Sam during Cait’s speech, I agree he must know something. I honestly think everyone in that room who knew anything know they’re dating. 

anonymous asked:

Wait, what's with this Michael and Abigail thing?

Here’s the whole story:

Michael and Abigail Breslin used to date. OKAY SO THEN TODAY, SHE RELEASED A SONG CALLED “YOU SUCK”

About Michael Clifford. 

How may you ask? Points,

  • “I hate your dumb tattoo, I wish you fly to the moon" Seriously. His tattoo is “To the moon” 
  • "Even though you try hard” That’s literally a fucking song title
  • "And I bet you didn’t know That you sound like a girl” What the fuck. I just find this really- I hate this. She’s insulting.
  • "I hate the scar above your eye, it looks like you’re on drugs” Michael got a scar Does she think its funny? To say “It looks like you’re on drugs” Well it’s fucking not. They’re people dieing of drugs they can’t control taking. It’s not funny at all. 
  • "And you really need to learn to wash your hair" 
  • "Bleaching your hair, well I hope it all falls out" Obvious it’s about Michael. He dyes his hair a lot right? But this one isn’t good. I mean the fam jokes his hair is gonna fall out, but “hoping it all falls out” ? you gotta be joking me. 
  • "All your bandmates are hotter then you” EXCUSE ME? Um… 5sos are all fucking gorgeous.

Oh yeah and you know what else? Abigail tweeted something about Michael but idk, I found it somewhere. It was quite rude. 

In conclusion, she wrote the song about Michael and you know what makes me laugh? She retweeted the fams sarcastic tweets about how they like the song. And she didn’t even know they were being sarcastic. Oh the video? 5,600+ dislikes. She’s insulting looks about Michael, and that pisses me off. Insulting someone’s appearances, isn’t good. Making their self-esteem go low. Everyone is amazing and gorgeous. And guess she said he was talentless. OH UM…. 5SOS JUST WON A AMA AND ARIA. MICHAEL CLIFFORD HAS AN AMAZING VOICE, HE’S AN AMAZING SINGER, AND IS A CUTE DORK. This video/song/lyrics is just wrong. Dissing someones talent, appearances, anything about them, is not ever okay. We all love Michael Clifford. He’s a cute little kitten. 

So now that Solangelo’s a thing...

So now that Solangelo’s a thing, I accidentally wrote a short little thingy in my head, because the book never says how they got together, so here, I’ll write it down for you:

(It’s from Nico’s POV, btw)

I was really starting to hate Harley’s three-legged death race. That kid was a monster and, I mean, I’ve seen some horrible things, but this death race thing was just…

He came up with a three legged scavenger hunt through the labyrinth! Who does that?

The only upside to it was that Will seemed to need my assistance with all the injured campers afterwards. Of course, reattaching the arms of an angry Brazilian wasn’t exactly romantic but hey, it was something.

The thing was, I had this tiny little life shattering secret burning away at my chest, and I was kind of starting to act like a shy anime character, which is never good for any healthy relationship.

Not that this was a relationship…

We were friends. Just friends, and I’m sure that everything I thought about Will, every sign I saw that might indicate he liked me back, was just wishful thinking.

Problem was, I really liked Will Solace. Like, a lot. But I seriously doubted he liked me back.

It’s hard to find a sweaty, grimy wreck who just crawled out of the maze from hell and is sewing on a teenage boy’s arm on attractive, but my brain was doing its best.

“Hold him down!” Will shouted at me for what had to be the hundredth time.

“I’m trying, okay?” I replied, annoyed. Excuse me if I was having trouble containing this wildly trashing boy who was twice my size and screaming in angry Portuguese. 

“Well try harder,” Will muttered, deep in concentration as he snipped the thread he’d been working with.

“There!” he exclaimed, seeming more excited than was necessary. He wiped beads of sweat off of his forehead, and pushed back his blond hair. His eyes sparkled as he grinned at me, but I forced the thought away.

Just friends. Just. Friends.

“You wanna take a break?” he asked me, standing up. We’d been kneeling in the grass outside the Big House, where the survivors of the race had ended up, too preoccupied to move to the infirmary. “My cabin mates can do the rest of the work.” He gestured around at the other Apollo cabin members, hard at work tending to other people’s injuries, as well as their own.

“Sure,” I shrugged. I was exhausted, not just from the race, but from helping Will tend to the injured. Being his assistant was hard enough. I didn’t know how he could handle all this work.

We walked to the shore, where the sun was just beginning to set, and sat down in the sand.

“So,” Will said, leaning back on his hands.

“So,” I replied, not sure what to say or do. Did I start a conversation? Wait for him to speak? Gaze into his perfect blue eyes until the rest of the world melted away and…

Just friends. We’re just. friends.

“So Nico,” he started again. “I have a question.” 

“Yeah?” I asked, not sure what to expect. There was really nothing you could expect when it came to Will Solace. He was unpredictable.

“Do you wanna go out with me?” he asked, as causally as if he was asking me to pass the ketchup.

“What?” I couldn’t have heard him right. As I’d reminded myself a thousand times over, we were just friends.

“Do you,” he repeated slower, “want to go out with me?” 

I stared at him blankly. I felt like a machine, gears turning inside my head, trying to make sense of what he’d just said. Does not compute. 

“Be my boyfriend,” he rephrased, as if he hadn’t been clear enough. “Walk around holding hands or whatever. All of that ooey gooey romance stuff you hate.” 

I could feel my face getting hot.

“Good gods, Nico, it’s a simple question. Yes or no?” 

How could he say this so easily, like he asked people this every day? 

“Well?” he asked. He leaned closer. His perfect eyes bore into mine.

“Yes,” I stammered, finally able to speak. “Yes, yes, yes.” I smiled, a small one at first, but it wasn’t long before my face broke into a grin.

“Great,” Will nodded. “So. I wonder what’s for dinner?” 

Please read this Taylor I'm sorry it's so long

taylorswift I need you now more than ever before. These past few months have been so hard, coming out to my homophobic parents (my stepfather has come round now) and getting bashed and constantly being attacked by petty comments. Your music has helped me through so much, and it’s helping me through this too. Whenever I cry your music never fails to cheer me up, even if it’s only for a brief moment things seem better to me. You’re my role model and inspiration. 

My name is Ella, and I’m 17 years old. I live in Norwich in the UK (You performed here for Radio 1s Big Weekend) My favourite animal is a meerkat, favourite colour is green and favourite flower is roses. I’m a huge daydreamer, sometimes I even miss my bus stops because I’m daydreaming. 

Because I liked posts from the ‘Lizzy the Lezzy’s pages’ on Facebook and my granddad saw he facetimed mum up swearing saying do I have ‘gender issues’ and that really hurts. So what if I like girls? So what if I don’t want kids?! So what if I’m not his perfect little granddaughter anymore. So what if I end up marrying a woman, I’m still the same girl that grew up in your house. I’m still the same little blonde kid who you used to tell bedtime stories too. Just because you’re old doesn’t give any excuses for your shitty views. You need to realise this century isn’t all about the elderly anymore, nobody’s perfect and I’m definitely not broken because of who I choose to fall in love with. This is why I haven’t come out to you, why should I? What would you even say if I was to tell you that I love a girl. And she loves me too. You’re not exactly going to disown me, are you? I wouldn’t put it past you, even though I’m your favourite granddaughter and both you and nanny tell me frequently. That wouldn’t change, or would it? Would you shun me because of what I choose to do with my life?!
Just like my mother. Who chooses to say whenever I mention the fact I like girls that I like them ‘for now.’ What kind of bullshit is that?! For now? Nah. I’ll always like girls. I may end up with a guy at some point but I’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it. I wish you wouldn’t constantly force bisexuality or heterosexuality on me. I wish whenever I mention girls you would make some stupid ass comment about how 'I may find a boy someday.’ Because that’s not what I want. I wish you could just smile and say 'yeah, okay.’ Not 'For now’ because that’s complete bullshit. You say you’re supportive but you’re not. You grimace every time I mention anything non straight. Every goddamn time and I’m sick of it. I want to live a happy life with supportive parents. Without homophobic comments trying to force Herero things onto me because I’m not into that. It’s rubbish and I wish you would see it from my eye. You say 'you know me’ when clearly you don’t. You think you know me but I’m 10000% sure I know myself better than you will ever know me. You don’t know me at all, and it’s really becoming clear that you don’t. You didn’t even believe me when I told you I had to go to the school therapist because I’d been having anxiety attacks that were triggered by you and dads arguing. You told me ‘no you don’t. Just ignore us’ when its not that simple. Now they’re worse and happen with any confrontation now. Even if someone raises their voice or sounds angry. 

I’m slowly getting better, even at my worse points Taylor somehow manages to cheer me up, or make me smile even in the bleakest of times. I don’t want to be pitied, or come across as a sad and desperate person, because that’s not who I am. I have great friends and I’m in a great relationship, and I’m surrounded by wonderful people most of the time. But life is hard for me, as it is for anyone with homophobic parents. I just wish things were better.

I just really appreciate you being there for me taylorswift. You followed me a few days ago and its made my year, like seriously. I couldn’t hope for a better role model and I just want you to know that. 
Love from Ella xxxxxxxx

anonymous asked:

How did you get started with art?

lots of tears and frustration xD  Hmm, I’ve been drawing ever since I was a little kid, it has always been my hobby but I never really did take it seriously, most of it were little doodles on my school notes. I started posting art online and drawing digitally 4-5 years ago. Last year something in me snapped and I told myself “u gotta take this shit seriously fei” so I started learning the basics again… things like anatomy, lighting, shading and colors. I realized how many things I was drawing incorrectly all this time, I really wish I’ve done that sooner.  So yeah.. lesson of the story, learn the basics and just keep practicing.