hello, im back :) here’s a sketchdump! i drew these to cheer myself up, and also, I kinda miss aoba johsai a lot haha.
thank you all for the follows and the notes and the very kind words while I was away! they were so nice. i’m trying my best not to feel stressed, so I made this neat-o art requests page because drawing makes me happy. pls drop by! im taking art/comic requests during this weekend! :)
A centipede is a remarkable creature. Though it has hundreds of legs all moving at the same time, it is still able to move forward with all of them simultaneously moving and never once tripping over it’s own feet.
A centipede can be made up of hundreds of moving individual parts, that will continue to move forward towards the same destination, without tripping over one another.
If the centipede were to ever stop and think…
Just how exactly am I able to walk forward without tripping? It would lose the ability to do so, something they’ve automatically been able to do all this time. When a centipede thinks about how it’s legs work, it stops being able to use them properly all in conjunction to move forward. That at it’s root is known as the “Centipede’s Dilemna.”
A few months back, as always I was
searching for some art with victuuri to cheer myself up. Then I found this art made by @beanpots and I was
so amazed, that without thinking decided to do some fem cosplay of Yuuri during
the first occasion. Then I convinced my two bestfriends to cosplay with me
aaaand…that actually happened! It was very rainy day, so on the most of photos
we look quite soaked, but we’ve had great time!
Requested: - Anonymous said: Hey um… I don’t know if you do requests… but I’ll just request and see what happens I guess? Okay, I really enjoy your writings and I was wondering if you could do a Jugheadxreader story where the reader is kinda depressed2
can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) and Jughead saves her?
“Then why are you leaving me! This isn’t fair.” I sobbed and gripped his shirt in my hands trying to stop keep him close.
“Y/N please. You’re making this harder for both of us. I promise you’re not losing me or anyone else.” He sighed and carefully pried my hands off of him and wiped my tears before walking me the rest of the way home.
I tried to go to bed but my thoughts kept me up as well as my constant crying and pain. I didn’t get any sleep that night despite how hard I tried to calm down and try get a few hours of rest. When my alarm went off in the morning I was already up, I pulled myself out of bed after convincing myself that it would be the best thing to do. I grabbed a pair of leggings and a huge baggy sweater from my cupboard and put them on before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I looked in the mirror and only then could I see how badly I needed to rest, my eyes were puffy, red and had dark circles around them and tears stains ran down my cheeks with the general paleness of my face topping it all off. I left my face alone, make up can’t cover all this up so I just did my hair and went to my room fetching my bag and stepping outside.
I waited outside for two minutes out of habit which made nearly cry again, Jug always walked me to school, even before we were dating but I guess he doesn’t need me anymore even if we were just friends. So I walked to school all by myself with tears threatening to fall the whole way there. Once I got to school I cheered up a little when I saw Betty at her locker which is a few paces from mine, I strolled over to her and greeted her with a sigh which made her turn around quickly in curiosity.
“Oh hey Y/N… I’ve got to go.” She said bluntly and basically ran off in the other direction as I laughed which wasn’t a happy laugh it was a sad laugh at the crushing realization of the reality of my new world.
I spent the rest of the day trying to confront the people I used to call best friends but they all made up an excuse to leave before I even got my first sentence out. Even Archie ignored me, Archie Andrews, we had known each other since first grade and now it’s like we had never met. I blame Jug for all of this, he’s turned the people closest to me against me and what pisses me off even more is that I haven’t seen him all day, I thought I wasn’t going to “lose him or anyone else.”
Bringing Peter to a party causes more upset than you would’ve imagined…
Warnings: drinking, some violence, Peter being dorky af
A/N: this ended up WAY longer than I was expecting lol. also, this is my first time writing about Peter so let me know what you guys think! and as always, request are OPEN :)
It was finally here, the last week of high school. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved my years at Midtown Tech, but I was so ready for a change of pace. This was really the last, and kinda the first, week of fun for you. Scholastic Decathlon was last month, so seniors didn’t have to go to practice anymore. The last orchestra concert was two weeks ago, so no more rehearsal. And the Queens of Cheer Competition was last week, so no more tumbling for me. In high school, I made myself the total package so that I would be guaranteed to get into Columbia. The plan worked of course, but it made me miss out on a lot in high school. I never really went to parties because I was always so busy, and after graduation I was starting a full-time job at the library to help pay for college. But that was okay, because I was finally going to a big party this Friday. I had so much lost time to make up for, and the guy who was hosting it has had a huge crush on me since sophomore year. Even though I wasn’t interested, I wasn’t going to say no to free alcohol and a good time.
so i sent this letter to harry via @eversincencwyork when she and @hlstardust went to his show in nashville. we were told that he’d get it, but i’m not sure if he did, and i’d like very much for him to see it. if you could pls reblog this post and/or retweet this tweet, i’d appreciate it so much.
i’ve written this letter at least 7 times since may and every time it’s been a bit different because there’s just so much i’d like to say to you but there’s not enough time in the world for me to do that. (sorry for all the lowercase in advance because aesthetic – i actually hand wrote this first but i couldn’t mail it in time and i wanted to say something after the first concert so i have to type it – and also sorry for my rambling because there will probably be lots. chances are you’ll never get this but it can’t hurt to try, right? i’ve wanted to see you for half a decade now, but that doesn’t seem like it’s gonna happen, so this is my best shot. anyway.) previous letters were just me talking about how much i love the album and how much i love you and all the things that you do, but i think you’ve seen a lot of that already, so i’ll tell you a story about how you and one direction changed my life for the better & how much of myself i owe to you.
first, hi. i’m syeda (sa-ee-duh) and i’m 19 years old. i was born in pakistan and i moved to america in 2009, when i was 11. at first, it was exhilarating. being in a new country, finally being able to live with my dad as a proper family, learning so many new things. then 3 months later, school started and i experienced racism and xenophobia and islamophobia for what felt like the first time. (it wasn’t the first time; my little 9 yr old brother was stopped and searched and questioned at the airport bc he had a ‘suspicious name’) i didn’t know what those fancy words meant at the time & a lot of people my age still don’t know what xenophobia is, but anyway. in 2011, a girl in my social studies class said to me that sometimes she forgets i’m muslim because “you don’t wear that thing on your head and you don’t do bad things.” she said this when we were discussing 9/11 and it was a slap in the face. i’d lived in a muslim country all my life & i didn’t know muslims were known for doing “bad things.” and what she said about me not wearing a hijab made me feel ashamed. i wanted to wear it, but i was afraid of standing out even more, of everyone knowing i’m different – being able to see that i’m different. so i told my mom i wore it but i took it off as soon as i was on the school bus because kids like her made me feel embarrassed about being who i am. those comments never stopped. sometimes they were said jokingly, almost flippantly, as a generalization. sometimes they were directed at me personally. soon, america stopped being a safe haven & i kind of wanted to die. or, more accurately, i just didn’t wanna live & deal with those people all the time. they made me feel dirty in my own skin.
then you came along. around that same time, everyone was suddenly talked about one direction and one day i googled the words and found a live performance of what makes you beautiful. i watched it and absolutely adored the song and i remember looking at all 5 of you in your coordinated outfits and wondering how i’d ever remember all your names and tell you apart. (half a decade later, i can tell you all apart by your hands and i mean that in the least creepy way possible.) things didn’t magically get better, but now i had something in this ugly country that always cheered me up, so i clung to the band of 5 best friends, especially zayn. i saw a bit of myself (a pakistani muslim) in him and i felt hopeful about my future; if he could take on the world and have such incredible support, then i’d be fine. i saw the hate he received, too, and still does to this day, and it made me love him more and made me fiercely protective of him, of you all. so i held on tight to one direction, whenever things got tough, to see what you’d achieve next. every day and every minute has been so worth it, getting to see you all grow up with me and change the world for the better, i can’t even begin to explain to you. one direction has been my anchor for half a decade now & i have no words to properly say thanks.
all 5 of you have taught me a lot, helped me through a lot of shit, but you, harry, have a very, very special place in my heart, and i think you’ve held my hand through life more than any of the other boys, even zayn. you were 16 when you got thrown into this whirlwind & you’ve been nothing but kind and gracious throughout it all, even when others have been shit to you, and that is such an inspiration to me. “be a lover, choose love, give love,” and “treat people with kindness,” have genuinely become my life mottos and every single day i try to live by them. every day there’s a moment where i think to myself, “what would harry do?” and i consider myself so fucking lucky to have that. you’ve encouraged fans to pick someone who’s supportive – and that’s one of the best bits of advice i’ve ever heard. you continue to show your love and support for the lgbtq+ community and, harry, i’m crying while typing this because i cannot possibly describe to you what i feel when i see you on stage, prancing around waving rainbow flags. you grew out your hair and you paint your nails and i’ve seen young boys doing that now because they saw you do it – and they didn’t realize boys were allowed to have their nails painted. you don’t conform to gender roles, you’re always unabashedly yourself, you’re always supporting young girls and i just – all i can say is thank you. knowing you stand up for your fans, especially the girls who are always mocked by the media, and seeing you wear shirts that say women are smarter, and watching you have female opening acts for your shows makes me so, so fucking happy and so proud. i’ve seen you be completely yourself for years now and it helped me be myself. watching you and hearing the things you said to us made me confident enough to start wearing the hijab and now i wear it all the time. you’re the reason i don’t really give a damn anymore what people think of me, you’re the reason i’m able to tell my friends i’m biromantic, you’re the reason i strive to be a kinder person every day i wake up. there’s so many of us out there thinking, “i wanna be like him when i grow up,” and the crazy thing is, for a lot of us, you’re not that much older. you’re only 23, just four years older than me, and you’ve achieved so much and there’s so much more you’re going to do and i cannot wait.
i’m gonna wrap this up. thank you. thank you for every single thing that you do. thank you for always being you, for never conforming to people’s beliefs and expectations about you. thank you for bringing light into my life and making me want to love myself. thank you for being the reason i met my best friends (who live in 4 different states in america, in brazil, and in england) and one of them will bring this to your show and try to get it to you. i’ve had some of the best memories with them, including listening to your album together on a group call as soon as it was released and watching your first concert online. you have been so so kind to me and i am so incredibly proud of everything you stand for. i’m sorry i haven’t been able to see you, but maybe someday i will. fingers crossed. until then, thank you, thank you, thank you. i feel honored to have you in my life, harry styles, and i love you so very much. when you called us your best friends, i was sat on my bed at 1 a.m. crying my eyes out because i always think of you as my best friend, as my older brother, as my teeny tiny rose petal. hearing you call us your best friends made me feel too much and i’m still crying. i love you loads and i hope one day i get to tell you that in person.
(if by some miracle this ends up in your hands, please do me a favour and maybe send me a thumbs up on instagram @syeda.kn so i know – not that i’ll be holding my breath. also please send my love to louis, liam, and niall. i’m very patiently waiting for 1d to come back and tour mitam. you guys promised me.)
p.s. i have a question. why did you put ‘truly, madly, deeply’ and ‘irresistible’ on the target version and only release them in america? why did you let your two purest songs die? they deserve better.
I debated whether or not to even post this. This was more just to cheer myself up since the past month has been rougher than normal, hence why art has been a little lacking the past week.
I had a couple health scares worse than they normally are. I’m ok now, just a little shaken. If nothing else, drawing this made me feel a little better and I did like how it came out, so have some encouraging chibi Vaard.