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anonymous asked:

How does Stella find out about Mulders abduction and Scullys pregnancy? Does she visit or help with the investigation? Does Reyes presence alter their dynamic?

She comes for Scully’s first Lamaze class because she doesn’t want Scully to have to go alone.  

“Are we pretending we’re a couple?” Scully asks on the way over.

“If that’s so horrifying to you, pretend I’m the au pair.”

“It’s not horrifying, it’s just awkward, considering, you know.” 

“You can go in alone. There’s a bar right next door.”

“You checked?”

“I thought I might need a drink after two hours of talking about childbirth.  But during is even better.”

Scully half-smiles, half-pouts and Stella hopes for her sake she never teaches her kid this trick.

“No, I want you to come in. You speak French?”

“Seulement dans d'horribles circonstances.”

“Of course you do.”

They do the breathing and the talking and at 5:05 pm, she makes Scully sit at the bar drinking a Shirley Temple while she sips a vodka martini.  Even this is for Scully’s benefit.  It’ll be months before she can so much as take a lime in her water without everyone giving her dirty looks.

And after that, she gives foot rubs, she buys ice cream, she visits the babygap website where she makes good-natured fun of argyle sweaters, she watches movies she would normally veto, she asks the questions she’s supposed to ask about favorite names. She does the things Mulder would have wanted her to do.  Would want, she corrects herself.  They are going to find him.  She’s called in every favor she could think of to make sure of it – Scotland Yard, Interpol, MI5.  Scully, though grateful, seems to think every one of them is looking in the wrong places.

Last minute, she manages to get Monday off as well.  

“I can take you to your doctor’s appointment,” she tells Scully.

“Oh.  Okay.”

“Was that a pause?”

“Well, it’s not a regular appointment.  It’s the second sonogram.”

Stella shrugs, walks a pot over from the stove, and gives Scully a wooden spoon to lick hot chocolate pudding off.  She loves the shit Americans will powder and put in a box.

“Then I’ll take you to that.”

But she knows what Scully’s thinking, that she won’t be able to muster the proper emotional reaction for the event, that she’s too squeamish, too cold to look at a photograph of a miracle and know what to do with it.  Mulder would probably have wept.  Weep, she corrects herself.

The doctor looks amused when she looks from Scully to Stella and back and Stella almost smacks her.


“No,” Scully says and doubles down, takes Stella’s hand and folds their fingers, doesn’t bother to offer any more explanation than that.  Scully’s hand is clammy, squeezing, nervous, even more nervous as the jelly spreads.  Her breath hitches.


She nods.

“You don’t have to lie and say you see it or how cute it is or anything like that,” she says softly over her shoulder.  

“I won’t, I’m sure.”

“That’s fine.  This is just a part of the process, it’s about making sure the fetus is okay, that’s all.”

“Dana –“

And Scully follows her gaze up to the monitor, laughs when she sees it, like it’s making a funny face.

“Boy,” says the doctor, and she may be the first person in the world that Scully allows to forget she is herself a medical doctor, can read a damn sonogram just fine.

Stella doesn’t see the funny face or the sex, doesn’t see much of anything at all.  She doesn’t even realize she’s really looking until Scully’s fingers are on her face, wiping the tears from her cheek – no, not wiping, just touching them, like she’s making sure they’re real.  Then she starts to cry too, pulls Stella’s face in, doctor’s confusion be damned, and kisses her not briefly but quietly on the mouth.  

Simple, a seal on the moment, something to help Scully remember it fondly, remember it as something other than Mulder’s absence.  It’s what he would have wanted.  Would want.

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anonymous asked:

Hey jasper! Idk if anyone asked this (plus it's not in your faq) but did you go to art school? And are you working in the art industry now? If you're uncomfortable or already answered this I'm sorry about it

I took painting summer classes and other small stuff like that back when I was a kid, and attended poster-making competitions as an elementary school student, so that might’ve helped out~

back when I was a college freshman we had drafting and rendering classes in architecture, and that was also pretty helpful in cleaning up my linework

for anatomy and people, though, I was able to find a lotta online tutorials as a high school student and taught myself to draw! I was kinda rejected from our school’s art club and so I taught myself to improve out of spite lmao

So I want to do a post on the importance of quarantine and how to safely acclimate fish. I’ve seen some posting in fishblr that don’t seem to know about these things, so I thought it might be a good way to help them learn, so that they can have healthier fish and safer situations for them in the future. (It seems like there are a lot of newer fish keepers in fishblr now, especially those that only have experience with solitary fish like bettas, that may have never encountered these things.)

But right now I have fish in quarantine that are due to be moved out soon, perfect timing, so….I was thinking about doing a video? I’m just not sure if anyone would actually want to watch it. New fishblr doesn’t really know me.

But, algae or not, it would almost certainly include a look at Dexter’s tank, the 150g, so there’s that. I have two species in QT at the moment, and one is tiger barbs for that tank. Its that, or the wcm minnows for my hillstream tank. I’m debating putting them in something like a breeder box though, so they can grow out a bit, which is not as great for a video. (Concerned about my biggest highway cat trying to eat them. They are babies, he’s full grown. Being directly together at or close to adult size would be better.)

Anyways, would anyone be interested in me making a video about this?

So I know 90% of you probably don’t care too much but I gotta take a second to just talk about shit that still matters to me even though it shouldn’t.

When I was in grad school, I thought I was going to be a pastor in the United Methodist Church. Even as we all sat around in tears because yet again the legislative branch of the church decided that homosexuality was “incompatible with christian teaching.” Even when I thought I might be trans and would have to navigate being massively queer with participating in a complicated religion.

But they never got the chance, because instead I got kicked out of the ordination process because of poor mental health. Brain disabilities that probably weren’t helped by the stress of being so far in the closet even I didn’t know who I was. So I went to a different church, a church where my lack of faith and my queerness was not only welcomed but celebrated.

And then I stopped going because my mental health got even worse and I don’t even know if I ever want to be any kind of religious professional after all. But I still care. I still worry. And the UMC isn’t doing me any favors on that front. They were cowardly at the next legislative session and kept their harmful language. They keep firing pastors who are openly gay.

Unlike the Southern Baptist Church, they don’t have even the courage to declare homosexuality a sin or to openly condemn gayness widely. They take the conservative approach and let the individual churches decide whether or not to punish someone for who they love. Fucking hell, they haven’t even made any statements about transgender people - and newsflash, when you refuse to make even a cursory statement, you probably don’t like us or want us around.

Today they ruled that a gay married woman can’t be a bishop. Not because of her gender or her work ethic or her attitude or her faith. And let’s be real, she’s a great person and well-loved. But simply because she’s gay they’ve made a ruling that will likely lead to her being fired.

It’s an issue that a lot of people never see, but to be clear, the UMC is a worldwide, enormous church. And this is not merely a religious issue, it’s a beuraucratic one. People just shrug and say “that’s the rule” and go on with their lives. They don’t realize that it’s the rules because no one is willing to change things. It’s a big collection of people who don’t give a fuck about what god would really say, as long as the masses maintain some sort of status quo, that’s good enough.

This isn’t day-ruining for me, obviously. I still weirdly care about religion and shit because that’s just how I’m programed now. But the sheer size of the church is really worrying because they have a huge involvement in multiple African countries and they basically own South Korea. This isn’t just religion, it’s politics.

Ugh, I don’t even have a particularly good point for this post. I’m just pissed and annoyed and wishing I knew how to be religious again or something. Ah well.

I’m currently playing through Trespasser and once I’ve finished which will prob be tonight I’ll be starting my first ever fanfic! Waiting for invite to come through from AO3 and once it does I’ll upload my Solas smut as well, featuring egg beating aka solo Solas (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)… Anyway, I was thinking of a way to practise writing each character within the game and getting used to their dialogue style because it’s something I’m really worried about especially Cole’s (I adore his dialogue and so want to get it right!) and I had an idea! Send me questions for a character and I’ll see if I can answer as them, it might help me get into their heads… There is a high possibility that it will be really, really shit but it might be fun as well? Or not… Just a thought 😏

“I can get a bit insecure about my health condition. In the beginning I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to give her everything she needs. Because I can’t lift her. I can’t run after her. It takes me longer to do things, so I thought she might get frustrated with me. But none of those worries came true. She’s perfectly fine with our reality. She’s very patient. When we get out of the car, she knows that the wheelchair goes first, then Daddy, then Mommy, then Olga. She’s very happy sitting on my lap. And she loves to lie in bed with us. She even tries to help me. In the house I don’t use my wheelchair because I can walk while holding onto my husband’s shoulders. Olga saw us doing this recently, and she came up behind me and tried to help by pushing my legs.”

(Rio de Janeiro, Brazil)

I now realize why Victor said “I thought you might need my help a little longer” when Yuuri said “Let’s end this”

Maybe all of this has been said before, but I just had an “AHA” moment, so I wanted to put it into words.

I’ll be honest, this line confused me a bit:

But I realized something.

It was most likely Yuuri’s dream to stand on the same stage as Victor as someone capable/with the same level of skill/treated with the same amount of respect, based on this:

Let’s be clear, Yuuri wanted to compete against Victor when they would be on the same level.

So at first, I was confused when Victor said:

But you know what? I think Victor thought that Yuuri had wanted to be treated like an equal (or maybe even achieve Victor’s level of success now that Victor was out of the playing field). That could be why he wonders why Yuuri is giving up on his own career to keep Victor’s going.

Victor was okay with not competing and with helping Yuuri because he thought that way Yuuri could achieve his dream of being put on a pedestal the way Victor had been, but he didn’t realize that Yuuri didn’t want to do it without Victor. 

In short: They both wanted to give up their own careers so that the other could shine, not realizing (at this point) that they didn’t want to shine without each other’s presence in the competition. That it was meaningless without the other.

The hero’s bond

I absolutely love the fact that Wolf Link is in Breath of the wild. So much so that I thought it would have been even better to have had regular TP Link helping BOTW Link during his quest. 

So naturally I though of the possible conversations they would probably have, and after some daydreaming I made the connection that they have both had “almost something” relationships.  

And then BOOM! This came out of my head, to my drawing pad, then to your eyes!

I might actually keep making these if I think of some more stuff like this.

But at any rate, hope you like my art!

Edit: I have started the series, give it a look why dontcha?

The hero’s bond “Teamwork” Part-1


 Lemme walk you through this official piece of art~

 OK SEASON 1: In season one we got hit with a brilliant plot twist which revealed that Pidge was female. Allura (the sweetheart) was the one to find out and actively show support. Allura and Pidge hold the sign “gender" 

 SEASON 2: Boom! Fan theory confirmed! Keith, the poor tortured soul, was confirmed Galra which caused a lil rift in the team. On a mission with Hunk (aka ball of sunshine) he was shown to comfort him a lot, all be it in his own quirky way. Keith and Hunk are holding the "race” sign. 


 In all of their signs, the people who were helped look a bit more shy or awkward . Who looks shy and awkward in the lgbt one? LANCE! 


 lance, my child, might just have been confirmed as part of the LGBT community. Take that as you want, but I personally would like to believe he’s bisexual. But obviously trans, gay ect are still open to thought! 

 I’m genuinely so so happy about this, if it’s true or not, the art is enough to make me smile.

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Here’s something I’ve been working on to put all of my studying ideas in one place. These are probably going to be better for the sciences because those are the subjects I study, but you can apply them to anything really. At first I was going to make a bujo page out of it, but I thought it might help someone else as well. Happy studying! 

(the backstory to this is that I was really confused over the Easter holidays because I didn’t know how to revise bio and chem after doing my notes agessss ago, so this is what I came up with) 

also s/o to powerpoint for being the only software I can use


pairing: taegi | reader

genre: smut + polyamory with taegi

word count: 2,738

request: oral with yoongi + taehyung 

description: Finals week has you stressed, so your boyfriends decide to help you out. 


“You need to relax,” One set of words whispered against the shell of your ear, the harsh husk of his voice sending a violent thudding straight through the center of your chest. You turned to face the devilish curve of his feline lips, perfectly paired with darkened eyes that insinuated everything that he was thinking of in that moment. But you didn’t even have time to contemplate a response, a response that would have without a doubt been shaky and tortured, before a second set of words appeared.  

“Yeah, let us take care of you,” Was whispered in a deep timbre at the side of your neck, so low and lustful that it caused a string of delectable vibrations to scatter across your skin. You moved almost immediately at the sound of his voice, eyes catching the way his lips transformed into a boxy-smile.

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Sick of Losing You

Plot: Harry and Y/N lost each other when he found someone else.

Warnings: None aside that it kinda broke my heart.

Playlist to the one shot:

Thanks to @interfectorems for being such a good friend, supporter and for requesting this. 
Songs that are mentioned but not on the playlist are “Out of the Woods” by Taylor Swift & “If You don’t Know” by 5Sos.

Pic of this beauty isn’t mine.

I watched from a far how he held on to her hand, his fingers grasping and squeezing hers gently while his eyes never left her pretty face. He watched her speak with such an intensity in his green eyes, as if he literally saw nothing other than her. His girlfriend. Not me.
I took a deep breath, swallowed the thick lump building in my throat and turned away from the sight.
Exactly three weeks ago, Harry and I had shared a kiss. Our first kiss, which had been exactly how I’d secretly always wished for it to be. Of course it had been. Every time you get to kiss the person you love is special and like fireworks painting colors into the sky.

He’d been talking and listening to me all night, similar to how he now was with her and had at some point reached out to hold my hand, just like he was holding hers in this moment.
When the time felt right, he’d leant in and had captured my lips with his. Needless to say, Harry was a phenomenal kisser. He knew when to press further, when to use how much tongue and was very attentive to how my body responded to his. Whenever I thought about it now, my cheeks tingled with the memory of his hands cupping them gently as he cradled my face to keep me close. He’d been so soft, so perfect. Harry had touched me with a tenderness, I thought it’d break my heart. I remembered wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling like they belonged there, like I was meant to hold him close.
Only that I wasn’t. The girl he was with now only proved how insignificant I was.

I couldn’t help peaking and looking over at him again. Harry’s lips. I knew exactly how they felt when pressed against my own, knew their taste and shape. Their warmth. Harry’s touch was impossible to forget.
I watched him kiss his girlfriend with a mesmerized stare, before moving away and into the kitchen, leaving the small gathering of our friends with a murmured excuse that I needed to get a refill of my drink, when in reality I couldn’t bear seeing the man I loved sharing affectionate kisses with someone else.
But not even the kitchen was a safe area for me. t had been this exact kitchen, the one in Harry’s house, where he’d pulled me aside and told me about her for the first time.

“It’s difficult” I think he said. “It’s my fault that this situation has become so messy.”

Was it silly that I could actually still remember every word he spoke to me? That I’d engraved every pause, every take in of breath he made, deeply into my head?

“Listen, Y/N… You’re important to me. I care about you. Need you, it’s just… There is someone. Someone who could be a chance for a relationship and I really want to give this a go. Give her a go, I mean. You can understand that, right?”

At first it’d felt like none of it was real. Because how could he be serious?
Harry. My best friend, Harry.
Only three days after our magical first kiss, three days full of us talking and flirting and texting constantly, he was telling me that he wanted someone else. Her name was Ira. And though he was seemingly behaving the same way with her he had been with me, we weren’t the same. In fact, she was everything I wasn’t. So when he told me he wanted her and not me, that he was picking her over of me, how come I’d been surprised?

I would never be his first choice, not when there were thousands of others he could choose from. And it was time for my brain to learn to not interpret every kind gesture, time to learn to stop overthinking every word. It was time for my head to accept, that there was no way Harry Styles could possibly want me.

So… I had been understanding. Kind even.
I’d lied and told him that yes, I agreed that our kiss had been a mistake. We shouldn’t have done any of that and instead thought of our friendship first, rather than our impulses. I’d kept a smile on my face throughout the entire talk and even finished the short chat by wishing him good luck with her. Another lie.

My fingers shook and so I set the empty glass of my drink down quickly, worried for a moment that I might otherwise spill the last few drops. I didn’t think much when I reached for the bottle of vodka on the counter. There was no getting through this night if I didn’t have something proper to drink. If only I remembered the recipe….

“Need help?”

My shoulders tensed. It couldn’t be him. Please… anyone, literally anyone, but him.

However when I turned around, Harry was there. He stood tall and beautiful, his short hair soft and wavy. Harry’s compelling eyes held my gaze with such a tender rawness in them, my knees weakened. All my body burned for was to wrap my arms around his shoulders and have him embrace me, have him tell me that everything would be okay again. I felt like I needed it, but knew that this was a wish I would be denied. Harry must have felt it, too. It was in the air around us. It had changed and… buzzed. As if being in each other’s presence made the world halt still for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Harry chuckled lowly when I didn’t say anything. How could he smile like everything was alright?

And what was it he was apologizing for? Abandoning our friendship? Ruining any hope I’d had to find a partner in him? Shattering my heart? Hardly.

“For scaring you,” Harry elaborated, a sudden hint of guilt in his eyes, almost as if he’d read my thoughts.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I muttered, bearing a false smile, “All good.”

It was hard to look at him. Especially his eyes. They burned a whole into my chest whenever my own orbs found them. They reminded me of the Harry he once was, the one I could always come to and rely on.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, his head nodding towards the bottle of vodka. His forehead furrowed in a worried expression and I quickly set the container back down.

“I wanted to make myself a drink, but the recipe slipped my mind. I’m not as much of an alcoholic as it must look like.”

“Good to know,” Harry chuckled, then, visibly thinking about it first, took a step forward. “I remember what you like in your favorite drink. Could make you one.”

From how close he was standing, it was easy to notice every detail of his skin. Every curve of his lips, every hair of his barely-there beard. My stomach turned.

“That’d be nice.”

Harry smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

We avoided any touching. I was leant against the counter, he stood with a safe distance between us and only came closer when he needed a different ingredient that happened to be near me. It was awkward and… weird. It didn’t feel like ‘us’. The friends we’d been once seemed to be two completely different people. I knew him and felt he was familiar, but there was a emotional distance between us I knew neither of us could overcome. And still, I was with him and even if we behaved like strangers, being with Harry was nice.

“I think that’s it,” Harry said, breaking the silence. His eyes were set on the pink-orange liquid in my glass, then they drifted to my face. A proud smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“You 'think’?” I challenged shyly.

I took the glass from him (cautious not to touch his fingers) and took a sip. It tasted great.

“M'not big of a show off,” Harry grinned, “S'it good?”

I nodded and stirred the colored liquid once more. “Thanks, Harry.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” His voice was soft and his gaze shy.

The air around us shifted once more. My eyes teared up. What had happened to us? Harry and I… we used to be the kind of friends who didn’t stopped talking to each other for hours. At first, we’d be loud. We’d laugh and giggle so much eventually both of our tummies hurt. That was when we’d change the subject and speak more quietly, until several hours later our conversations drifted to topics only we were allowed to hear. Then we’d be whispering and sitting closer together, always an eager sparkle in the other’s eyes as we both listened with interest about what was being said.

I quickly turned away and pretended to yawn. My eyes blinked rapidly and I willed them not to cry in front of him. Not because of embarrassment, but because I couldn’t do that to him. I’d given him my okay. I had no right to be mad at him for having found someone else. Harry remained standing close and with his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans.

“I think I should go,” I muttered.

I held my head low and took a deep breath before looking at him briefly. Harry’s eyes held concern and his fingers twitched, as if he longed to reach out for me.

“Y/N, love,” he began lowly, “Do you think we could talk for a bit? S'been a while since I got to see you. Hear your voice. I missed you.”

This time when my eyes met his green orbs, I didn’t look away, even though I could feel the tears forming and coming closer to spilling over. Harry’s whole expression changed. His cheeks paled and his forehead furrowed deeper.

“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, my weak voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head slowly, sorrow deeply set in his eyes. His feet stepped closer and his warm hands touched my flushed cheeks before I even had the chance to back away from him. The unexpected closeness caught me off guard and had more tears coming, this time because of how much I hated how uncommon this sort of care from him had become.

Harry embraced me. His head buried itself into my neck and both arms wrapped themselves around my waist so he could lift me up from my feet. “Please no, Y/N, Sweetheart. Don’t cry.”

I couldn’t help it. My heart, the final bit that had been whole still, broke in his caring hands and I was overcome and pulled under a wave of grief. That was what I was doing. I was grieving our friendship and the lost hope I’d had for a relationship with him. And he allowed it. He let me cry against his collarbones without any complaint and instead began to hum quietly, knowing how much his voice always soothed me. Pain shot through my chest. He probably did the same when she was upset.

“I can’t-” I cried, but got cut off by my lungs that burned with need for air.

Harry hushed me, his hold tightening, “Don’t, Y/N. It’s going to be alright.”

I shook my head and loosened the hold I’d taken around his neck. My hands momentarily brushed his soft hair, then I pulled away. Harry hesitated but allowed me to step out of his hold.

“I can’t take it anymore, Harry,” I confessed, my voice breaking halfway through the sentence. I reached up to brush my cheeks with the end of my sleeve and hiccuped. My head felt numb and I knew if I didn’t get out of this kitchen soon, he’d witness a break down I wasn’t comfortable with him seeing.

Harry’s hand reached for my arm. I didn’t fight it when he pulled me closer to him, but avoided his eyes when he leaned down to find my gaze.

“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice rough with emotion, “I promise you, it’ll be alright. M'not leaving, okay? M'not. We’ll figure this out.”

I wanted to scream but all I could was shake my head rapidly. “Figure this out how? What have we become, Harry?”

Another sob wrecked through my chest.

“I don’t know,” he confessed, “But we’re going to find each other again, okay? I promise. Let me say goodbye to the others and then we’ll go for a walk or something. We’ll talk. About everything and nothing at all… Just like we always used to, yeah?”

Used to. So long ago, it seemed.

“Okay,” I whispered, my burning eyes set on my feet. My skin shivered under his warmth and my lips hurt from how much I was bitting them.

I flinched when his mouth pressed a kiss to my head. The skin was left with a burning sensation. “Wait for me here, love.”

Harry’s quick feet carried him out of the kitchen and left me standing by the counter with my heart at the pit of my stomach. I stood up straight and brushed the few remaining tears from my cheeks. My skin tingled and I felt the hint of a smile on my lips, even though my body ached.
Looking back now, I wish I would have stayed put by the counter and had waited for him just like he’d asked me to. I wish I hadn’t been impatient and eager to reunite with Harry, because that eagerness drove me to exit the kitchen shortly after him and turn the corner, allowing me clear view into the living room.
There he stood. His arms around her thin form, his hands in her long hair and his lips kissing hers. All air was knocked right out of me. I could see how his hands gently moved against her neck, bringing her in closer and their bodies flush together. When their lips parted for a moment, I could see how he let his tongue run along his lower lip, as if he wanted to make sure he got all of her taste. And I could see him smile warmly at her, right before he leaned back in to connect their mouths once more. This sight… it burned.
I didn’t wait for him. Because I had been wrong before. My heart wasn’t truly broken until that moment, witnessing the man I loved with my everything, kissing a woman who wasn’t me. And if he wasn’t going to leave me, if he was just going to keep me close and allow my heart to shatter over and over again, then I supposed I would have to be the one to go first.
So that’s what I did. I walked back to the entryway, slid on my jacket, picked up my bag, and left the house. Left, to never come back to Harry Styles.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm teaching myself how to draw and was wondering if you have an advice. How can I learn anatomy efficiently and learn to use reference photos and not be afraid of them. Thanks!

hello!!! So I believe that there is a such thing to use references incorrectly, and I personally think it is “incorrect” to try to copy an image EXACTLY how it is shown.

A common mistake is when people find a reference of a pose that they want to use for their own artwork, but they draw according to the outline of the person exactly how it appears in the photo. So they end up with a drawing that looks traced and boring!!! and also a drawing that looks too real (too realistic, this pose above would look odd in a comic for example).

What I do is that I look at the person in the photograph and try to imagine his body in blocks, rather than the outline of his body. I then proceed to draw each ‘block’. This will not only help you understand how bodies work a lot better, the drawing will look more 3 dimensional. 

^ this is my thought process of how I drew the two examples, you can see its a very big difference and so much easier! Drawing the outline is very easy to make mistakes because you might draw the limbs too long for example since you don’t know when to stop.

Don’t be afraid to change your pose a little bit! Remember, a reference photo is there to help you (and practice! it shouldn’t be perfect) so it doesn’t need to look exactly the same. Hope I helped!!!!!

queercateer  asked:

"Sincerely Me" but Connor is alive and he, Jared, and Evan are making up fake emails about their friendship to convince his parents to not send him to therapy after a suicide attempt? If you want to (Maybe Tree Bros??)



“Fuck you Kleinman!” Connor snapped as he ripped his laptop away from the boy in glassed. “Who the fuck invited you anyways! Did you invite him?” Connor turned his attention towards Evan.

Evan immediately turned into a stuttering mess. “I-I’m sorry I-I just he-he’s good with computers and I thought he’d be helpful please don’t be angry!” Evan managed to choke out.

Connor shot a glare towards them both. “You got me into this fucking mess Hansen, so you better keep you asshole under control.” Connor muttered. He did not fucking rub his nipples and moan with delight for Evan Hansen of all people.

“Okay ‘I like my parents’” Evan started.

“Who the fuck says that.” Connor and Jared said at the same time. Both boys shot each other a glare.

“Okay ‘I love my parents but each days another fight’” Evan said. “’If I stop smoking drugs than everything might be alright’”

“Smoking drugs?” Jared cackled. He grabbed the laptop and smirked at Connor. “’If I stop smoking crack’”

“Fuck you Kleinman! I smoke pot dickwad.” Connor managed to kick the boy.

“Jesus your parents are going to think your gay for Evan.” Jared shook his head as he read over the letters.

“I could fucking care less what my parents or dumbass sister think about my sexuality as long as I don’t get sent to fucking therapy they can assume I like dick.” Connor snapped.

Evan blushed when Connor said this. Connor was an attractive guy but it’s not like Evan would ever admit that. 

“Sincerely me.” Jared sighed. “Are we done yet?”

“No Kleinman we have a lot of fake fucking letters to write got it.” Connor glared.

Jared just shrugged. “Whatever.”

“Dear Evan Hansen, thank for every note you send.” Connor said.

“Dear Connor Murphy, I’m just glad to be your friend.” Evan replied.

“God this is so gay.” Jared muttered.

“Fuck off Kleinman.”

“Jared please stop.”

I know that Ethan’s not gonna hit a milestone for a lil while but I’ve been thinking about a plan to hold a meetup because I’ve seen it be done for Jack (like fofparty or bossweek) and it would be so cool to make it happen.

Not saying that I am super qualified to do it, (I might as well hand this idea over to someone else) But I’m just having a thought where it’s a simple hangout for celebrating Ethan hitting 300k using a tag since that’s how it is usually done. Posting stuff under it and just getting to know people, you know?

Idk if it would even go well when the time actually comes but I want to make it a possibility. I also maybe should message people about this who might be interested in helping me out.

So if you guys have any input on this at all please let me know cause I’m making a lot of considerations for it when he actually gets close to 300k :D

And if this just gets buried then honestly I’ll still go with it anyways, who knows this is just the basis for the idea.

Thanks for reading this mess regardless though! (if it even makes sense haha sorry i can’t word that well sometimes..)

Tonight only, reigning champ Lexa ‘The Commander’ Woods faces newcomer Clarke ‘Supernova’ Griffin in the Bantamweight throw down of the century! 

– x –

Fic insp: Ground and Pound by dancetyd

Ximena designs

   Ximena uses mostly it pronouns, but doesn’t mind female and male pronouns. Ximena constantly wants to get into fights, mischief, and trouble. It doesn’t like to make friends, but doesn’t mind having to use others to their advantage. When it doesn’t need to be careful or go undercover, they’ll gladly go in their favored form.

  For an universe like @thebbros, it would wear clothes since most like it would be seen as naked there in its favored form. If it needed to blend in, it would choose a female black rabbit form.

   I do have a funny thought of her trying to sneak her way into the circus by taking the form of one of the many baby bunnies and seeing if anyone notices the extra child. 

  I like making designs of characters and I like the idea of @thebbros so I thought what she might look like there.

  Ximena isn’t the type to flirt in order to help her take advantage of anything, it has a strange repulsion to love.

a little like writing or loving

for nursey week, day 2: “surprise or simplicity.”

“If that pen explodes in your mouth,” Dex says from the bathroom doorway, “I am not gonna feel bad for you.”

Derek startles–and does drop the pen out of his mouth–and looks up. “What?”

Dex cocks a brow at him, flicking off the bathroom light and flopping down on the hotel bed next to Derek’s. “You’ve had two pens explode in your mouth from chewing on them like that,” he says. His red hair is wet, tousled from where he must’ve run his hands through it after his shower, and he rolls onto his stomach, propping himself on his elbows to look at Derek. “What’re you glaring at, anyway?”

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