I’ve honestly just been really motivated lately, so I’ve been making a ton of graphics. People really liked my Habit Tracker 1.0, so I decided to make a second one! Information, rules, and the download link are under the cut. :)
as requested by a mutual follower. i have created a matching characters/muse page to go along with my fixed at zero theme. this is my first characters/muse page so if there are any mistakes or problems you come across, feel free to shoot me a message and i’ll fix it.
four links w/ icons
rlly cool gradient color thing!!
a title & subtitle
6 character spots ( more can be added )
280x160px character image
pop up biography page
160x100px pop up character image
3 links in pop up
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So I don’t know if anybody remembers this thing right here -> (link to the tumblr post)
which was a thing over two years ago (GGGHH wow) I just quickly doodled
and swaggered about animating it someday. (also I kind
of combined this with another work of mine ->
(link to the tumblr post)
I guess that day has now come and passed. It took me a little over 6 hours to do the actual animating, and at least
double the time to color it. Plus like half an hour of blundering with
the rendering (srsly a huge thanks to my friend (who’s over @menninkahinen)
for taking the time to look over and make sure all the colors were
there and for rendering this into gif because I couldn’t xD) but in the
end it was way worth it!!!
Note: For those asking about the masterlist and why the newer parts are missing, I tried to update it today. But for some reason my says the website can’t be accessed, so I’m not sure what’s going in there. If you can’t find any of the parts just message me and I’ll be happy to send you a link to them. Its currently 4:30am, but I finally have this chapter done!
“With time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.” - Kay Redfield Jamison
When you woke back up it was morning, you could tell by the sun coming in on you like it usually did.
It was comforting to wake up and be back at the sanctuary, for a moment yesterday you had thought that maybe it was just a dream and you were still stuck with Randy.
But you weren’t, you were safe back where you belonged, and that was with Negan.
You turned over to him slowly, being mindful of your leg, it was still in a lot of pain.
He had a hand on your leg and you smiled to yourself.
He always seemed to sleep with a hand on you, you guessed it was to make sure you didn’t go anywhere and more so now, after the shit that has happened.
You looked at him sleeping, he always looked so sweet amd harmless when he was sleeping.
You didn’t care if he woke up, you drug yourself over to him, wincing as your stitches scraped the bed, but once you made it over closer to him, you wrapped an arm around his waist and laid your head on his bare chest.
Feeling the warmth of his skin on yours was the best feeling.
“Darlin’ you still fuckin’ terrible at being sneaky.” He said in a raspy tone, his eyes still closed.
You closed your eyes and yawned, “I don’t care. After everything, just give me 5 minutes of laying on you.”
He smirked amd opened his eyes to look down at you, “I’ll give you 2 fuckin’ minutes, doll. I’ve got to get up soon.”
“What’s going on today?” You asked.
“The fuckin’ usual, darlin’.”
“What about me?” You opened your eyes back up.
“Depends on whether or not you can fuckin’ put weight on that leg, babydoll.” He said, pointing to it.
“What happened to not leaving me alone?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t drag your ass around with me. Just don’t fuckin’ pester me, please.” He said, biting his lip.
You rolled your eyes, “I wont. Jesus.”
“Do you wanna try to walk? The doc will probably wanna fuckin’ check up on you today anyway.”
“Sure.” You said lifting yourself off of his chest to sit up, you pulled the cover off of yourself.
You noticed that you were only in your undergarments.
You smirked and looked over to Negan, “Well, I see you didn’t bother to put clothes on me.”
He licked his lips and looked back to you, “Yeah well, you were in the fuckin’ bed the whole time, so that would have been pointless, darlin’. Besides, this way I can stare at your tits whenever I want.”
“Mmm, there’s that Negan charm.” You smiled.
“And there’s that fuckin’ attitude.” He said, running a hand over the stubble on his face as he got off the bed, he went over to one of the dressers to grab some clothes for himself.
You smirked, you had missed the playful back of forths that you two often shared.
After he was done dressing himself he brought over some clothes to you, “I got these from your room.” He said setting them on the bed.
You carefully pulled the I.V. out of your arm and almost made yourself dizzy as you watched the needle pulling out of your skin, a stab you could take, but something about a needle made you want to puke.
You dressed yourself, getting the shirt on easily, but once you threw your legs over the edge of the bed it became apparent that walking would be a problem, moving your injured leg felt like everything was ripping inside of it.
You winced as you grabbed the pants, putting one leg in easy, but when you tried to bring the other leg up, you couldn’t.
“Holy shit.” You sucked in a breathe.
“Slow the fuck down, darlin’.” Negan said, grabbing ahold of your shoulders.
“I’ve got it.” You answered back fast.
“No, you obviously fuckin’ don’t.” He said, pulling you up to a standing position
Standing on the leg felt like hell, but you thought if you could ignore the pain you’d be okay.
Negan knelt down in front of you as you held on to his shoulders for stability.
He held onto the pants as you slowly lifted the injured leg into them. He pulled them up slowly on you.
You watched as he stared at the curvature of your body as he did so.
You rolled your eyes slightly, he always had a lustful eye, no matter what.
He got them up onto your hips and buttoned them, after he was done, he looked up to you.
You had to admit, him taking care of you was sort of a turn on.
“I’m usually taking the fuckin’ pants off of you, not putting them on.” He said, running his hands up your legs to grab your ass.
“Quite a difference.” You laughed softly.
He nodded and stood back up, “Can you walk?”
You shot him a nervous look and he grabbed onto your shoulder again to keep you steady.
You took a step forward and while you didn’t fall, it hurt to put weight on your leg, making you limp.
You tried taking a few more steps, but could already feel the sweat breaking through at the strain.
“Fuck!” You growled out, lowering your head.
Negan kept his hand gripped around your shoulder, “Calm down, darlin’.”
“How am I supposed to get around Negan?” You whined back.
He sighed and pushed you back down on the bed gently and rolled his eyes while he grabbed his jacket off the coat rack to put it on.
“Guess you need a fuckin’ wheelchair.” He said crossing his arms.
You shook your head quickly, “Fuck no. I’ll throw myself down the stairs first.”
He let out a sigh, “Yeah, I kinda fuckin’ figured that would be the answer, but we gotta fuckin’ go. Ive got shit to do and you need to see Michael’s.”
You looked at him confused and raised your hands.
He pulled you back up off the bed and knelt down again, grabbing you by the legs before throwing you over his shoulder.
“Oh Jesus.” You said, running a hand through your hair.
“Darlin’, if you don’t stop the fuckin’ whining I’ll have to drag you out by your feet.” He chucked as he walked over to the desk and picked up Lucille, handing her over his shoulder to you, “Here. Hold Lucille, because you’re in her fuckin’ spot.”
You grabbed the wooden bat and gripped it tightly as Negan excited the room with you on his shoulder, you looked at the bullet hole that was nestled between the barbed wire, remembering how close it came to hitting Negan, still thinking about it made you clenched your teeth.
“Try not to fuckin’ crack me over the head with her.” He chuckled playfully, but he was also serious.
You turned your head to him, “I won’t have to as long as you don’t throw me down the damn stairs.”
He chuckled again and gave you a firm slap on your ass, gripping it, “Don’t fuckin’ test me, darlin’.”
He carried you down to the infirmary and on the way, you were both met with a lot of nervous stares as everyone saw Negan carrying you over his shoulder, they kneeled as Negan passed by and looked at you holding Lucille in your hands.
“I don’t know why you fucks are staring at my wife so goddamn hard.” Negan said, looking to everyone on their knees, “Get the fuck up and get back to work.”
Everyone did as Negan said and got back to their feet and went about their own business.
Once you got into the infirmary, Negan pulled you off his shoulder and sat you down in a chair near Arat’s bed.
Arat was awake and sitting up in her bed with a hefty amount of bandages around her chest.
Her mouth dropped as she saw you.
“Thank God, you’re alive.” She said in a relieved tone, looking at you.
“Jesus, you too.” You said back, locking eyes with her.
Negan rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers at you, you turned to him and already knew what he wanted and handed Lucille back to him.
He propped her on the spot on his shoulder where you had been.
He licked his lips and looked to both of you, “Not to interrupt your little fuckin’ reunion, but I’m gonna go check shit out and pay a goddamn visit to our guest.”
“Make sure to send him my fucking love then.” You said back with a grimace.
Negan nodded, “Save that shit for when the time comes, darlin’.” He said as he walked out of the room.
You looked back to Arat and you both sat in silence for a moment, neither of you not really knowing what to say.
“So, why is he carrying you around?” She finally asked, laying back on the bed.
“I got stabbed in the leg, it’s hard for me to walk right now.” You said back, shrugging.
She nodded back, and pointed to her bandaged chest, “Could be worse.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m glad you’re okay. I thought you were dead” You said back sympathetically.
“I’m glad you are too. I was worried you wouldnt be alive either.. You know he’s never gonna let us go out alone again.”
“Yeah, I know. But atleast Randy is caught.” You said back in a relived tone.
“Good thing too. Everyone thought Negan was gonna go on a killing spree. I’ve never seen him that angry.” She said with a nervous look.
“So I’ve heard. I was honestly surprised to hear he had that sort of reaction.”
She smiled, “You’re definitely his favorite, (Y/N).”
“You think so?” You asked, laying your head back on the chair.
“I do. How are you holding up?” She asked.
“I’m okay. It feels good to be back, that I can say with no doubt.”
“And in the emotional department? That talk we had.” She asked curiously.
You smirked and blinked, “I haven’t thought about it a whole lot. I mean, he saved my life, so he has some level of caring for me and maybe that’s enough. I’m not pushing the subject to anymore, or not right now atleast. Like I said, I’m just glad to be back.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“When are you getting out of here?” You asked, looking at her bandages again.
She sighed, “Couple more days atleast probably. I fucking hate it, I need a gun in my hand.”
You nodded, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
Dr. Michael’s finally came back into the room after a while and glanced over to see you sitting in the chair.
“(Y/N). Did Negan bring you down?” He asked.
“Yeah, he did.” You answered back, looking to him.
He walked over to you and pulled up a chair, “I was about to come up to check on you.”
“Well, I needed to get out of the room. Bed rest isn’t something I’m very excited about.”
He nodded, “I can understand. How are you feeling?”
“I feel fine. I’m just pissed that I can’t walk.” You said back, sucking your teeth.
He took out a small flashlight to shine into both of your eyes, checking your responses, “The pain should subside after another day or two. It was a deep wound, but it hit nothing vital. You were lucky - both of you were lucky.” He said glancing over to Arat as well.
“Is it possible to brush the pain off and just walk?” You asked him.
Dr. Michael’s looked at you and raised an eyebrow, “Well… Yes, It’s possible, but you don’t want to stress the wound.”
“Would small steps help then?” You said, knowing you sounded like a smart ass.
He cleared his throat, “You can do some walking, if you can bear the pain. But I wouldn’t recommend being up all day.”
“She’s a fuckin’ stubborn one doc.” Negan’s voice came from behind you.
“Sir.” Dr. Michael’s said in a respectful tone.
You turned to see Negan was standing in the doorway, Lucille in hand.
He gave a nod to the doctor and walked into the room and leaned against the sink as he watched over you.
You looked over to him and he gave you a smile, biting his lip.
You couldn’t help but to smile back at him.
The doctor got up from the chair and walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small bottle and walked back over to you, handing you two pills.
You looked at them curiously.
“These are aspirin. We don’t have any prescriptions here. They are rare to come by, these will help with your pain, but not all of it.”
You nodded and put them in your mouth, dry swallowing them.
“Great, we’ll have thebboys look fornhigh grade fuckin” painkillers. Are we fuckin’ done here?“ Negan asked, swinging Lucille around.
The doctor turned to him and nodded, "Yes, sir. Everything looks just fine.”
Negan smiled and gave him a hard slap on the shoulder, “Thanks doc. Nice goddamn work.”
“Thank you, sir.” The doctor winced at the rather hard slap Negan had given him.
Negan walked over to the door, keeping his eyes on you.
You got up from the chair slowly, trying to ignore the pain as you stood.
You were determined to walk and you pushed the pain out of your mind.
Negan grabbed onto your shoulder and helped you out of the doorway, “C'mon babydoll, you gotta pick up the fuckin’ pace if you’re gonna walk.”
“I’m trying.” You said taking in a breathe as you put all your weight on your leg.
It hurt, but you’d get used to it eventually.
“Well- look- at- you- you’re just a damn badass 24/7.” Negan chuckled as he stood there looking at you.
“I don’t have time to be weak.” You said bluntly, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Goddamn, that’s the kind of shit that gets my dick hard.” He smirked as he leaned back, licking his lips.
“It just the truth.” You said with a smile.
“And that’s why you’re my fuckin’ girl babydoll.” He said throwing a free arm around your shoulder.
You bit your lip, you never got tired of hearing him say that.
“Where are we going now?” You asked.
He looked at you, then to the door leading out of the building, “Well, since you’re really gonna do this fuckin’ walking thing, why don’t we visit our fuckin’ friend?”
“I thought you just went in there to see him?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I did. But I’m getting fuckin’ tired of him taking up my airspace.” He said, furrowing his brows.
You smiled and nodded, “Then let’s do this. But I’ll admit, I’m jealous that you’re gonna be the only one getting a shot at him.”
He bit his lip, “Darlin’, I never said I was gonna kill him right away.” He said with a dark smile.
Hey, lovelies! it’s been quiet around here because i’ve been busy offline for a number of reasons. I’m happy to announce that one of those reasons is that i’ve been putting together my Patreon page, and it just went live!
So hey, if you like what i do and want to help support me, please consider becoming a patron! You’ll get some super cool perks in return, all the while giving me the ability to continue to do the thing that i love!
so yea, please check out the available rewards in the link above, and as always, thank you for reading! =)
Hello all! You can get “$5 Off + Free Worldwide Shipping on EVERYTHING” if you go through THIS LINK HERE!I’ve displayed just some of the stuff I have available. Don’t hesitate to message me to see if I can add other pieces or products, and I’ll let you know whether or not it’s doable… Like, sometimes my sketches are just too small… Well it’s a good time to buy if you want to get something more affordable for Christmas, eh? Thanks so much for any support! ^^ (Promotion expires November 6, 2016 at Midnight Pacific Time.)
i said i was eventually going to post the code…… and now……… here it is…… so proud. okay so first, thnks to neonbikethemes for the base and to animalites for the imessage chat code,, i’m so blessed. i took the navigation icons from this website, if you’re interested on changing them !! hope there isn’t any problems, and if so, message me right away. please like/reblog if you’re using or planning to. and most importantly, hope you like it as much as i do !!
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Ok, so, I’ve been thinking about Fantastic Beasts. A lot. What else is new. And I was thinking about this guy, Jacob Kowalski. He’s a No-Maj. He’s experiencing magic for the 1st time. And not as an 11 year old, but as a fully fledged adult. That look of wonder, that exposure to the supernatural, that is US. The Potter fandom. We’ll finally have a link in - like the companions in Doctor Who. Someone to follow around who is just as amazed with this world like we are. A reason for things to be explained. Someone to ask our questions. And that’s Fantastic.
This is basically a very small examination of my favorite Marvel character, Tony Stark, based on this post.
Tony Stark has always been a very dynamic character. He’s the confident, suave, genius, billionare, playboy, philanthropist wearing the badass metal suit. His sassiness, wise-cracking, and attitude are familiar and entertaining. To me, he can be downright lovable. I can see why he’s not a favorite to some. The narcissism, the unprofessionalism, the immaturity, the condescending remarks. But I’m not really writing this to recruit Tony Stark fans. This is more of an analysis (especially on his PTSD, like the post linked above) that I hope will deepen the already-existent appreciation of his character. Keep in mind that I STILL haven’t seen Age of Ultron or Captain America: Civil War please. Occasional ranting will occur, so I apologize in advance.
CAN WE PLEASE JUST ACKNOWLEDGE HOW MUCH PAIN THIS MAN HAS GONE THROUGH?
Just to start, both of Tony’s parents were murdered.
Fast forward a couple decades, Tony gets kidnapped by FREAKIN TERRORISTS! During the kidnapping, he witnesses the violent death of young American soldiers and gets hit by shrapnel. Then he’s taken back to the terrorist base, has an incredibly painful crack surgery done on his chest with no anesthesia, until he’s not knocked out with what looks like chloroform. Then he wakes up with a chunk of metal surgically attached to his chest and is obviously freaking out before that scene ends (I mean I would too, I would think I’d been fuckin cyborged!). AND he can’t take it out or he’ll die. He’s kept in captivity with those terrorists for 3 WHOLE MONTHS, and is even subjected to water torture on one occasion.
When Tony escapes from the terrorist compound, his only friend and ally in those 3 months of captivity is killed.
Tony’s mentor, business partner, and friend, who had been in his life since he was a child, reveals he’s been using Tony as a “golden goose”, and had arranged for him to be kidnapped and killed by the terrorists. I mean, THAT BETRAYAL. Then the guy tries to kill Tony again, multiple times.
THEN, Tony is literally dying. I mean he’s actually dying. He’s slowly being poisoned from the inside-out by the electromagnet in his chest, which he can’t remove or he’ll die. So he’s basically got a terminal illness (of which he luckily cures HIMSELF later).
While being a part of the Avengers, Tony flies a nuke into a wormhole to space to save millions of lives, while under the belief that he won’t make it back before the wormhole closes. He loses consciousness believing that he will die alone, in the empty nothingness of space.
Fast forward again, and Tony has PTSD. Like full-on flashbacks and crippling panic attacks. And just to top it off, he gets ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING SYMPATHY FROM ANYONE, not even from his best friend or girlfriend. Even Bruce fucking Banner falls asleep while Tony is telling him his story. FOR REAL?
Aaaaand his home is destroyed and falls into the ocean, with him underwater trying to hold it up. I’m sure that does wonders for his PTSD.
Every superhero has been through their fair share of tragedy, I’m not denying that in the slightest. But I think people (even his own fans) forget just how much trauma Stark has experienced. It’s easy to; Tony Stark covers up so much with narcissism, wise-cracks, and attitude.
Frankly the only times Stark really shows that he has some strictly mental issues to work through are during Iron Man 3.
If you had first met Tony Stark right before The Avengers, you would never guess he’d been held captive by terrorists for three months (something for which I am shocked he doesn’t have PTSD) and had suffered through and survived a terminal illness. His personality wouldn’t allow you to even consider that. He effectively covers it up will rebellious antics and jokes and immaturity.
But we know what’s happened to him. We’ve seen it. We’ve watched the movies. We have witnessed his traumatic experiences firsthand.
So when it comes to Iron Man 3, it’s always a surprise when I see some of his fans, y’know, hating on him for being…
A GODDAMN HUMAN BEING.
Iron Man 3 comes along and so many of his fans are so confused and annoyed with his obvious emotional and mental issues, and I’m just sitting here like, “Honestly, I’m surprised this didn’t happen sooner.” For real, this guy has been through SOmuch, and some people in the audience and even in the movie itself don’t give half of a fuck about his mental state. He has PTSD and people are sitting there being disappointed that he didn’t wear the suit enough. WHICH WAS KIND THE THEME OF THE MOVIE. Sorry, ranting, ranting…
With all the trauma in his life, it’s honestly a miracle that it’s taken him four movies to finally experience any sort of mental struggle, and he gets very little understanding from the characters alongside him and the audience (even when it’s full of his fans). It’s more than a little disappointing and sad that such a large number of people are so unreceptive to his problems, especially when it seems very obvious why he possesses them.
Iron Man is a superhero, but Tony Stark said it himself: “I am Iron Man.” You can’t separate the two. Without Stark, Iron Man won’t exist. Stark is the one who willingly put his life on the line to fly a nuke into a wormhole to save the lives of millions. Tony Stark is a human being, with human problems, a human brain, and human emotions. He’s not perfect. He’s human, and I think the very least his fans can do is judge him as such.
I finally finished the holiday card design, so if you want a holiday card from me, just fill out this form. Each card will have a handwritten message from me! If you’re out of the US, I plan to still send one to you - but if it gets too expensive then I’ll email you the scanned version with my written message to you. Anyone can sign up to have a card sent to them, as long as you’re following me!
So, in the interest of having placeholders for an eventual programming practice, i found these sprites someone edited to look like morenatsu characters. The only way i could find them was through a random tumblr post, sourcing them to code-As. I can’t find them on their pixiv anymore, but their niconico douga userpage has them in a previous attempt at a morenatsu RPG. (including some other misc. sprites too, most likely). HOWEVER: keep in mind that he has made these videos private, for whatever reason, so perhaps it is disrespectful of me to link to them now. For any other missing sprites, you could ask the developer of a morenatsu corpse party game, as he too has aquired these sprites somehow.
Finally, I’d just like to provide my work on making these sprites easy to use, in this here zip file.
In any case, due to the unclear background of these sprites, I wouldn’t recommend using these as anything other than placeholders. Have fun!
EDIT: oh good grief tumblr, i swear i added the link to the zip file, well, its definitely here NOW, ugh
Hey guys! Every since my watch-along of ROTK a little while ago, I thought it’d be fun to have a watch-along movie party every week to watch all of the Tolkien movies all the way through.
There’s no need to follow me - just feel free to join (or leave) my stream any time you like. I’ll be streaming on rabb.it so if you don’t have an account you’ll have to sign up for one - it’s free (but doesn’t work on Safari if you use that).
Each movie will either be extended or normal length depending on which is the best quality one I can find at the time.
Times/dates may be subject to change, but this post will be updated accordingly if something crops up.
To join, just click this link to join my rabb.it streaming room, and that’s it!
Now you know what Simmons was mad about. That walking disaster we all know and love.
By the way, I forgot to mention this on my other two posts but you can use my pixel art for your blog if you’d like. Just be sure to credit me. A link would be appreciated so I can cry over it, but that’s not necessary.