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anonymous asked:

Dark hid hsi scowl since his plan was for you to love him! Not the androids! But hsi eyebrows furrowed with seriousness as he held a hand to your forehead mumbling "Don't worry kitten, I don't get sick easy" lifting you bridal style to take you to dr Iplier "Even if you don't need it I'm not risking anything" smiling as he watches Author still chase Anti around swinging his bat wildly

The image of Author chasing Anti is hilarious, the poor glitch would be running for so long! 
And thank you Dark. But I’m sure I just need some meds and I’ll be ok

Your Character’s Personality

Personality is the most important thing about your character.

So, whenever I see character sheets, most people just put a little paragraph for that section. If you’re struggling and don’t know what your character should say or do, what decisions they should make, I guarantee you that this is the problem.

You know your character’s name, age, race, sexuality, height, weight, eye color, hair color, their parents’ and siblings’ names. But these are not the things that truly matter about them.

Traits: 

  • pick traits that don’t necessarily go together. For example, someone who is controlling, aggressive and vain can also be generous, sensitive and soft-spoken. Characters need to have at least one flaw that really impacts how they interact with others. Positive traits can work as flaws, too. It is advised that you pick at least ten traits
  • people are complex, full of contradictions, and please forgive me if this makes anyone uncomfortable, but even bullies can be “nice” people. Anyone can be a “bad” person, even someone who is polite, kind, helpful or timid can also be narcissistic, annoying, inconsiderate and a liar. People are not just “evil” or “good”

Beliefs:

  • ideas or thoughts that your character has or thinks about the world, society, others or themselves, even without proof or evidence, or which may or may not be true. Beliefs can contradict their values, motives, self-image, etc. For example, the belief that they are an awesome and responsible person when their traits are lazy, irresponsible and shallow. Their self-image and any beliefs they have about themselves may or may not be similar/the same. They might have a poor self-image, but still believe they’re better than everybody else

Values:

  • what your character thinks is important. Usually influenced by beliefs, their self-image, their history, etc. Some values may contradict their beliefs, wants, traits, or even other values. For example, your character may value being respect, but one of their traits is disrespectful. It is advised you list at least two values, and know which one they value more. For example, your character values justice and family. Their sister tells them she just stole $200 from her teacher’s wallet. Do they tell on her, or do they let her keep the money: justice, or family? Either way, your character probably has some negative feelings, guilt, anger, etc., over betraying their other value

Motives:

  • what your character wants. It can be abstract or something tangible. For example, wanting to be adored or wanting that job to pay for their father’s medication. Motives can contradict their beliefs, traits, values, behavior, or even other motives. For example, your character may want to be a good person, but their traits are selfish, manipulative, and narcissistic. Motives can be long term or short term. Everyone has wants, whether they realize it or not. You can write “they don’t know what they want,” but you should know. It is advised that you list at least one abstract want

Recurring Feelings:

  • feelings that they have throughout most of their life. If you put them down as a trait, it is likely they are also recurring feelings. For example, depressed, lonely, happy, etc.

Self Image:

  • what the character thinks of themselves: their self-esteem. Some character are proud of themselves, others are ashamed of themselves, etc. They may think they are not good enough, or think they are the smartest person in the world. Their self-image can contradict their beliefs, traits, values, behavior, motives, etc. For example, if their self-image is poor, they can still be a cheerful or optimistic person. If they have a positive self-image, they can still be a depressed or negative person. How they picture themselves may or may not be true: maybe they think they’re a horrible person, when they are, in fact, very considerate, helpful, kind, generous, patient, etc. They still have flaws, but flaws don’t necessarily make you a terrible person

Behavior:

  • how the character’s traits, values, beliefs, self-image, etc., are outwardly displayed: how they act. For example, two characters may have the trait “angry” but they all probably express it differently. One character may be quiet and want to be left alone when they are angry, the other could become verbally aggressive. If your character is a liar, do they pause before lying, or do they suddenly speak very carefully when they normally don’t? Someone who is inconsiderate may have issues with boundaries or eat the last piece of pizza in the fridge when they knew it wasn’t theirs. Behavior is extremely important and it is advised you think long and hard about your character’s actions and what exactly it shows about them

Demeanor:

  • their general mood and disposition. Maybe they’re usually quiet, cheerful, moody, or irritable, etc.

Posture:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality: not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Posture is how the character carries themselves. For example, perhaps they swing their arms and keep their shoulders back while they walk, which seems to be the posture of a confident person, so when they sit, their legs are probably open. Another character may slump and have their arms folded when they’re sitting, and when they’re walking, perhaps they drag their feet and look at the ground

Speech Pattern:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality: not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Speech patterns can be words that your character uses frequently, if they speak clearly, what sort of grammar they use, if they have a wide vocabulary, a small vocabulary, if it’s sophisticated, crude, stammering, repeating themselves, etc. I personally don’t have a very wide vocabulary, if you could tell

Hobbies:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality: not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Hobbies can include things like drawing, writing, playing an instrument, collecting rocks, collecting tea cups, etc.

Quirks:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality, not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Quirks are behaviors that are unique to your character. For example, I personally always put my socks on inside out and check the ceiling for spiders a few times a day

Likes:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality, not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Likes and dislikes are usually connected to the rest of their personality, but not necessarily. For example, if your character likes to do other people’s homework, maybe it’s because they want to be appreciated

Dislikes:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality, not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Likes and dislikes can also contradict the rest of their personality. For example, maybe one of your character’s traits is dishonest, but they dislike liars

History:

  • your character’s past that has key events that influence and shape their beliefs, values, behavior, wants, self-image, etc. Events written down should imply or explain why they are the way they are. For example, if your character is distrustful, maybe they were lied to a lot by their parents when they were a child. Maybe they were in a relationship for twenty years and found out their partner was cheating on them the whole time. If their motive/want is to have positive attention, maybe their parents just didn’t praise them enough and focused too much on the negative

On Mental and Physical Disabilities or Illnesses

  • if your character experienced a trauma, it needs to have an affect on your character. Maybe they became more angry or impatient or critical of others. Maybe their beliefs on people changed to become “even bullies can be ‘nice’ people: anyone can be a ‘bad’ person”
  • people are not their illness or disability: it should not be their defining trait. I have health anxiety, but I’m still idealistic, lazy, considerate, impatient and occasionally spiteful; I still want to become an author; I still believe that people are generally good; I still value doing what make me feel comfortable; I still have a positive self-image; I’m still a person. You should fill out your character’s personality at least half-way before you even touch on the possibility of your character having a disability or illness

Generally everything about your character should connect, but hey, even twins that grew up in the same exact household have different personalities; they value different things, have different beliefs. Maybe one of them watched a movie that had a huge impact on them.

Not everything needs to be explained. Someone can be picky or fussy ever since they were little for no reason at all. Someone can be a negative person even if they grew up in a happy home.

I believe this is a thought out layout for making well-rounded OCs, antagonists and protagonists, whether they’re being created for a roleplay or for a book. This layout is also helpful for studying Canon Characters if you’re looking to accurately roleplay as them or write them in fanfiction or whatever.

I’m really excited to post this, so hopefully I didn’t miss anything important…

If you have any questions, feel free to send a message.

- Chick

Some early descriptions of Eros (the Greek analogue to the roman Cupid) make reference not to the arrows of Eros, but to the darts of Eros.

The image of Eros as a dart-player is funny enough, but it gets even funnier when you realise that, at the time, the term didn’t refer to playing darts, but to their military precursor: a sort of small javelin, typically 2-4 feet in length, with a heavy lead-weighted head to allow it to pierce armour and foul shields.

Basically, forget the arrows - picture Cupid howling like a maniac as he takes a running start and hurls a javelin into some poor sucker’s chest.

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“Sometimes what you think is an end is only a beginning.“


Pre-Kerberos/Pre-Voltron photo manip set! It’s been far too long since I made these things.  c:

The only images that were not manipulated (short of some coloring adjustments) were the ship image and the last photo. I had to give poor Keith a hair trim, too.

For those of you waiting for requests from forever ago… Sorry it’s taken so long. I’m still gonna make attempt to get some of them done soon. ;;;

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Other stuff I’ve made

Just a Reminder that Loki is Canon Genderfluid

Even fucking Odin recognizes Loki’s being genderfluid:

(Yea I know; Odin’s language is rather binary, but I’ll take my victories where I can get them.)

Loki’s also canon bi btw. Well I mean they don’t quite understand the need to label themself, but yea:

Basically they are one of my faves and I’m really glad that they are more or less one of the good guys since their reincarnation, even being on the Young Avengers team! (Also their being genderfluid and bi has been more explored since becoming more a of a good guy, so it’s not the whole queer coding villains thing either!)

More Loki when femme below the cut!

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Low self-esteem is related to many issues such poor self-image. It discourages productivity and hampers action. It is also responsible for “chronic” unhappiness. Here are some no-nonsense tips to deal with low self-esteem.

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15 things about Ishval that Brotherhood cut out

After rewatching Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood recently, I was once again extremely disappointed at the amount of content the anime cut out when it covered the Ishval war in episode 30. Volume 15 of the manga (which was entirely dedicated to showing the war in detail across four chapters) still remains my favourite volume of the whole series, so I wanted to talk about 15 things that Brotherhood cut out. Some of them are minor scenes and some are more major plot points.

The images I’ve included in this post have been taken directly from the Viz Media manga, as I really dislike the poor quality scanlations of FMA that are out there. I would highly recommend buying Volume 15 for yourself, even if it’s the only volume of FMA you ever own.

The things I’ll be covering are:

  1. Neighbouring country Aerugo’s role in the war
  2. The Ishvalans as people - their lives and strengths
  3. The Rockbells’ extra scenes
  4. The military’s order to kill the Rockbells
  5. Roy, Hughes, and Hawkeye’s extra scenes
  6. Hughes’ extended scenes as a squad captain
  7. Corruption of high-ranking officers and internal assassination
  8. Armstrong’s extra scene
  9. Torture & human experimentation of Ishvalans
  10. Doctor Marcoh & Doctor Knox’s extra scene
  11. Roy’s role as the Hero of Ishval
  12. Scar’s brother’s scenes
  13. Roy’s squad
  14. Children as the victims of the war
  15. The overall portrayal of the war, and how Volume 15 was written/illustrated

** VERY LONG POST UNDER THE CUT, VERY IMAGE HEAVY **

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Poor and still innocent soul: haikyuu was a really beautiful anime. I should check on Tumblr if there are some good images to set as wallpaper

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Yessir, That’s Our Baby - S8 E15

anonymous asked:

So i don't know why but i was just thinking like we all know Stiles is a spaz and could trip over a flat surface but like head canon that when he dances he's actually like super sexy and graceful and it's absolutely baffling to everyone how someone so uncoordinated can actually move like he's made of liquid once he hits the dance floor. The first time Derek goes out with everyone and sees Stiles dancing his naw basically hits the floor and he can't stop staring. What are your thoughts on this?

I have always been A FIRM BELIEVER IN THIS. I just adore the image of the pack going to a club or a party - you know, finally just getting to chill - and maybe Erica pulling Stiles up onto a table (I am convinced Stiles and Erica have constant nights out on the town, you can’t crush my sterica brotp dreams!!) and poor Derek not expecting a goddamn thing. 

My number one headcanon is the first time Derek sees Stiles dancing he walks right into a glass door (probably doing some serious damage). And then he panics because Stiles is dancing like a fucking dance instructor and Derek is now the one having to pay property damage for being an idiot, and for a brief, horrifying moment, he’s afraid he and Stiles have been cursed by the new evil of the week and Derek has been forced to trade his natural grace with Stiles’ clumsiness. 

Except, from the way Erica and Scott are encouraging Stiles (where the fuck did Erica get a banner??), it seems like Stiles’ dance moves aren’t a first time occurrence. Which leads Derek into not-so-brief, horrifying moment number two: he not only trusts Stiles more than any other person in the room but he’s attracted to him. And worst of all? It’s not even a new realisation. Just one, up until now, he’s managed to chase away with arguments such as: “just because I’m feeling fond and a little gooey when he smiles like that, doesn’t mean in five minutes I won’t want to smack him in the face with the pizza box” and “his eyes aren’t that beautiful, I only think about them once a day???? like???? how into him could I really be???” 

Cut to the end of the night where Derek is sitting in the corner of the room, all sad and scared, until a hand lightly touches his shoulder. A hand that brings him so much comfort these days, sometimes it scares him more now than when it brought him no comfort at all. The hand squeezes and Derek takes a deep breath, says, “you can dance”. He doesn’t mean to say anything, actually, but he’s happy he does, even though his voice sounds small and vulnerable. Stiles is known to hold five conversations at once but Derek knows he gets scared too; scared he’s too much, scared he’s unwelcome. He can’t stand the thought of Stiles thinking like that. He’s always welcome. Always. 

“I learned online,” Stiles admits, a little nervously, like he thinks he’s giving too much away. Derek has no idea why. When he frowns, Stiles just laughs and ducks his head. “You, uh, like it?”

“I broke a door,” Derek confesses, this time causing Stiles to frown: he asks if that’s a good or a bad thing. “I think…a good thing,” Derek says. 

Stiles swallows. “So, how are your dance moves?” he asks, moving closer, waggling his eyebrows.

Derek can’t help but snort. “Poor.”

Stiles’ eyes light up like they do when he’s discovered something important. Derek wonders if that means he’s important. “Want to head back to the loft? I could teach you a thing or two.” Stiles shakes his hips a little and Derek almost raises his eyebrows at him, but instead he finds himself grabbing Stiles’ hand and leading him out of the club.

They don’t even make it inside the jeep (”I’m not leaving my baby at a club, Derek! You can come back for your car tomorrow, I’m sure you peed around it to mark it as yours anyway”) before Derek is pressing Stiles - a little frustrated, a little excited and lost - up against the passenger side door and kissing him until Stiles grins and the sun starts to come up (both literally and figuratively). 

Of Hidden Talents (Feysand Fluff)

So this just popped into my head last night when I couldn’t sleep. Set post-ACOWAR and contains nothing but fluff.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Feyre found herself commenting, smiling slightly as she tried not to groan in pleasure under Rhys’ hands.

He chuckled from where he was seated behind her, the sound sending a thrill through her spine, even decades into their relationship. “I should hope so; I have to keep my High Lady entertained somehow. Wouldn’t want her eternity to get boring.”

“Boring? How could I ever get bored with a mate who thinks so much of himself?” She shot back, though its effect was lost when she leaned further into him, her hands running over the legs that were on either side of her. She could feel the delicious heat of his bare chest so close behind her, the thin nightdress she was wearing a poor barrier between them. 

Rhys’ fingers continued to comb through her hair, expertly separating it into three equal parts. “I take offense to that.”

Feyre let out an aborted snort. “No, you don’t.” 

“No, I don’t,” Rhys agreed, in a blithe voice.

They fell into a comfortable silence then, built on years of learning how to just be together. Neither of them felt the need to always fill the air between them with pointless chatter. Oh, they liked to joke and bicker… but they also knew when to let words fade away and just enjoy each other’s company.

It had been happening more of late, likely because Rhys had refused to leave Feyre’s side for the past few months. He was a constant presence at her side, though he did his best not to hover too much (he knew all too well how she loathed feeling locked in, how it still made her bones lock up in fear, even after all this time). He needn’t have worried; Feyre never, never felt tied down by her mate, never felt confined by him. She knew that even now, when he was so concerned about her, he would give her space if she asked.

(He’d once told her, in a fit of hopeless romanticism, that he would give her the very stars above Velaris if he could. Feyre had believed him, of course, if only because she said she would do the same for him.)

So Feyre was quiet, letting Rhys gently braid her hair as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. She’d been utterly surprised when he’d offered to do it for her earlier, after he’d heard her curse in front of the mirror while she struggled with trying to tame her wild locks into something more manageable. Feyre was so tired these days and sore too, the heavier she got. And she was constantly hot then cold, her hair always in the way and, Cauldron, she didn’t care for it much now and all the work it took to keep it neat, not when she was already so uncomfortable. She’d been beyond tempted to just chop it all off, had Rhys not stepped in when he did with his innocuous offer.

At first she tried to deny the existence of a problem but she really couldn’t hide anything from Rhys; he knew her too well, felt her struggles through their mating bond and tried to ease her discomfort as much as he could. (Rightly so, Feyre sometimes thought when she particularly annoyed with how limited she was lately, considering he’s the one that put me into this situation in the first place.) 

So here they were, Rhys’s gentle hands working wonders on Feyre’s nerves, his fingers softly tugging at her hair as he built the braid into something spectacular; Feyre herself was usually no slouch when it came her hair (at least when she wasn’t so cranky), but she had the feeling that Rhys was even better. So many hidden talents, this mate of mine.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” she finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She’d felt his hesitancy when he first offered, that pang of grief that he’d been unable to conceal from her.

“My sister,” Rhys said after a long pause. His voice had lost that light-hearted edge from earlier, filled instead with wistful regret. “She’d come to me when our mother was too busy for it. She could have asked the servants, of course… but she liked to spend a few moments with me, I think. She continued to ask even long after she could do it by herself. I never had the heart to say no.” 

Feyre’s own heart ached for her mate, for the family he’d lost so long ago. He rarely spoke of the little sister she’d never meet, even less so than his mother. From what she’d gleaned over the years, his sister had been quite a bit younger than him, had looked up to him in a way no one else ever had. Feyre couldn’t even imagine what it had been like for him to have to bury her broken body.

She rubbed her thumbs comfortingly over the sides of his knees. I’m sorry, she sent softly to him through their bond. I’m sorry

Rhys’ mind caressed hers. Me too.

Feyre kept running her hands soothingly over him, tempted to turn around and pull him to her, wrap her arms around those broad shoulders of his. She didn’t though; the act of braiding seemed to calm him… like coming home to something he’d thought he’d long forgotten. (Still, she wished she could protect him from all the pain he endured… but that same pain had made him into the wonderful male he was today.) 

When he was finally done, she saw his finished work briefly through his eyes, the image flashing through her mind.

“It’s beautiful,” Feyre said with a smile, reaching up to run her fingers over the intricate pattern he’d managed to weave her hair into. “Thank you.”

Rhys’ strong arms around wrapped around her body, finally pulling her back to rest against his chest. “I figured it was about time I got some practice,” he whispered in her ear as he moved one hand to cover her rounded belly. “I wouldn’t want our poor daughter to be left with an inept father.”

Feyre tangled her fingers with Rhys’, holding them over her stomach, where their unborn baby was slowly growing. “You could never be an inept father, Rhys,” she told him softly. Rhys only pressed kiss under her jaw in response, though she could feel his quiet gratitude for her faith in him. “Besides, how do you know it’ll be a girl?” Feyre continued, turning her head so she could arch an eyebrow at him.

Mischief lit his violet eyes. “Perhaps I asked Elain.”

Feyre leveled a look at him. “Elain would never tell you, even if she knew.” Her sister had become quite the responsible seer over the years, never revealing more than was necessary. (Well, that and Feyre had wanted it to be a surprise, telling Elain in no uncertain terms not to let Rhys charm the answer out of her.)

“Then let’s call it a father’s intuition,” Rhys replied now, unable to stop his grin.

Feyre laughed, leaning her head against the edge of his jaw. “She’s going to have you wrapped around her little finger, isn’t she?” 

“Of course,” he kissed her forehead, his happiness a near tangible thing. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Feyre could only cuddle in closer. She looked at where their joined hands were resting on her belly. Don’t worry, baby, she thought, we love you already, no what you turn out to be.

(A few years later, when their daughter runs up to Feyre, her hair braided in a crown around her head, little flowers carefully tucked in the midnight blue strands, she doesn’t need to ask who did it. Rhys’ proud smile is answer enough.)

anonymous asked:

I saw last time you played Dream Daddy..! :o How was it? What do you think of the game? I love your blog btw!

Thanks! Hmm, well I could analyze the good and the bad of the game without taking its popularity and the way it was released and marketed into account but if I don’t do that I think it’s gonna be half my critique. Is Dream Daddy a good game? Perhaps. Is Dream Daddy deserving of its popularity and ratings? No. At all. I don’t want to be negative about it and this isn’t a hate post or anything, it’s just the things that really bothered me. Believe me, I was super pumped for the game. Like, legit, I WAS DRINKING CHAMPAIGN WHILE I STARTED PLAYING IT. And all was well and good but then, it went downhill. 

1) The game has 0 length. Like, I literally finished playing it in 2-3 hours, WITH breaks. Yes, I only played Craig’s route (Craig is cool btw) but this is a DATING SIM right? So, it HAS to be sufficient and has to be long even if the player just plays ONE character route. Because people are like “no it is pretty big”. It isn’t. Not everyone is going to play ALL THE ROUTES just so as to feel like they played Dream Daddy ‘a lot’. A dating sim game, cause that is what it claims to be, should NOT be valued by the sum of the time spent on ALL ROUTES, but just INDIVIDUAL character routes. 

2) The sprites were very nice and I loved them. The backgrounds HOWEVER were actually lacking. Again, the background is fine, but it is lacking in the CONTEXT cause Dream Daddy is supposedly a good game. Look at this: 

The background is literally some plain line art with some flat colors. No shading, no nothing. Yeah it looks good but cmon. Do you know how quickly a good artist can draw this? Very. Do not forget I am here to defend all Visual Novels and Dating Sims cause I really am a fan of the genre. And I am only making this critique in comparison to the ‘standard’, ok? HELL, even HATOFUL BOYFRIEND had better background art 

AND THIS IS A PIGEON DATING SIM IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW.

3) This is an addition to my saltiness about the lack of art, cause literally the ONLY ART FOR THIS GAME was the 1) Sprites, 2) Backgrounds AND 3) Those picture thingies you would get as a bonus for finishing the game/ a character route. Honestly. For people who are not familiar with visual novels and dating sims, this is LACKING at best. Most visual novels of this kind have art for important scenes and if not they at least HAVE ONE FOR AN ENDING SCENE. But not Dream Daddy of course. I literally was sleeping next to Craig and we had the whole confession thing happening inside a tent in the woods or smth and there. Was. No. Image. Anyways you get my point. Moving on,

4) The background sound was straight up bad. Not the songs themselves but the whole tuning and looping was horrid. Like, the different tracks were on different volumes and some would like stop and then start again without making the looping discreet or anything. I VIVIDLY remember my ears dying when I was in a forest with Craig and the ‘forest sound’ was so overly loud (and of course you could not hear Craig’s casual “ah”s at all). Man the sound was a mess.

5) Rushed, poor and Rushed once more. The characters were interesting and the setting and concept was good, I give you that, but the way they handled the plot and DELIVERED it however… Again there wasn’t any length to it and the writing could have been more detailed. Even in important scenes, there wasn’t much to be said. It honestly felt like they just wanted to get it over with. And honestly the plot was kinda flat. Like yeah ok we went on some dates or smth (with DADBOOk,,, ok uh huh)(they obviously couldn’t make it somehow linearly connected through the story and had to use such an easy way of doing routes cause that would basically mean a lot of work to make)(once again) and you’d get the casual heartbeat and nice smooth talking and jokes but that was it. The plot was average anyways. I guess the part with the teddy bear and the devil children dissecting it was a fun twist tho haha. 

Anyways! I am not really a person who rants or anything like that, and I am not AGAINST this game or anything. I still liked the game. I just had to speak the truth and say how it felt for me, especially with a successful game like this, since, in this genre of Dating Sims and Visual Novels, it’s very difficult to achieve such success or be advertised as much, and I am just trying to be just about this. A lot of people put so much EXTREME work into these games and they pour their soul into it, and achieve better quality, and it is just a shame that a game like this would be elevated and be called a ‘masterpiece’ when it was honestly a rushed game without much put into it besides some good ideas and a few interesting characters combined with a very talented sprite artist. 

“Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.

This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple “I must,” then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose…

…Describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty - describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember. If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor, indifferent place. And even if you found yourself in some prison, whose walls let in none of the world’s sounds – wouldn’t you still have your childhood, that jewel beyond all price, that treasure house of memories? Turn your attentions to it. Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past; your personality will grow stronger, your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes by, far in the distance. - And if out of this turning-within, out of this immersion in your own world, poems come, then you will not think of asking anyone whether they are good or not. Nor will you try to interest magazines in these works: for you will see them as your dear natural possession, a piece of your life, a voice from it. A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.”

—  Rainer Maria Rilke

anonymous asked:

Emma I don't know about you but I'm about 1000% certain that Derek Hale and Newt Scamander are related, when he was tiny he used to stare wide-eyed up at Uncle Newt who he admired more than anyone, he was so proud to be sorted into Hufflepuff even though the rest of the Hales were usually Gryffindors because UNCLE NEWT IS A HUFFLEPUFF, Derek went into magical creature studies like his beloved uncle and just like Newt he has an insane way with animals that impresses the BLOODY HELL out of 1/?

Stiles, a Slytherin who happens to be cultivating some rare herb somewhere years after graduation for his apothecary and gets approached by a Hippogriff, only for Derek to be nearby and be like “Oh no THAT HIPPOGRIFF MIGHT GET HURT!” and run to the aid of the animal, Stiles is always offended about how hard their kids laugh when he tells the story about how he and Papa met because Papa cared about a bird more than him (Newt, somewhere I’m sure, is equally amused).

The image of Derek trying to save the Hippogriff is priceless. Poor Stiles, he was probably very excited that a handsome young boy - oh wait, make that the handsomest young boy, now all man, from his school days - was running towards him, to save him (”not that I needed saving, BUT A GUY HAS DREAMS!”) and instead, he got knocked out of the way and watched, a little outraged, from the ground as Derek cooed and bowed to the Hippogriff. 

What if it had tried to kill me???

Shhh, you’re scaring him.

HE’S LITERALLY GIVING ME A DEATH GLARE RIGHT NOW.

Stop being so dramatic. I swear to Merlin, you Slytherins…

UGH, THAT IS UNWARRANTED STEREOTYPING. 

(Derek Hale was totally that kid at Hogwarts who hung out with Hagrid, wanting to feed the magical creatures and pet them, I’m sure. I mean, like, Derek Hale could have been on the Quidditch team (he could definitely show off when he wanted to) and he certainly looked like he wasn’t afraid to curse you something awful when you annoyed him, but in reality? Softest. Gentlest. Dork. To. Ever. Dork. But also, perhaps, werewolf!Derek at Hogwarts who feels like an outsider and is afraid to get close to people because while Hogwarts is progressing, they still have a long way to go when it comes to werewolf rights. And so, Derek makes friends with the magical creatures, finding peace with them, a place without judgement, reading aloud to them and writing his Uncle Newt whenever he feels lonely.)

Also though. Now I need kid!Derek staring up at his Uncle Newt in awe because Uncle Newt is the best. I want kid!Derek feeling honoured and privileged because Uncle Newt lets him and only him see his magical creatures. Kid!Derek’s face the first time he sees a Bowtruckle. Kid!Derek on his first day at Hogwarts and writing screeds back home to his family, making sure to tell his mom to tell Uncle Newt he is pretty sure he saw a unicorn today but not to worry, Derek acted just like he was supposed to and that he hopes Uncle Newt is proud of him. 

Gruff Derek, jock!Derek…these are all good choices. But sometimes I just need unreserved dork!Derek who uses cockiness as a front, yes, but wants nothing more than to read a good book in peace while feeding Buckbeak with Hagrid. 

Because I just binged the second half of season 12 and I need a pick-me-up.

The first twenty-four hours Cas is back (and wholly human), Dean hovers like Sam has never seen. Every time Sam has almost died ever? Cake, compared to the way Dean follows Castiel around the bunker like some sad, confused, lost puppy. 

And the worst part is that Cas is just happy to bask in the attention. Like he knows that this is the closest he and Dean will ever be, and he’s content to take advantage while it lasts.

It’s a little pathetic:

Cas will walk into the kitchen, dressed in the sweats and t-shirt left out for him to make him more comfortable, and lo and behold, not even thirty seconds later, Dean will follow. He’ll hover for a couple of seconds, they’ll do the whole ‘staring but not really staring’ thing, and then Dean, miraculously now in Castiel’s personal space, will casually ask something like: “you hungry?” and Cas’ll nod like his life depends on it. 

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Why Me? (Reggie x Reader)


A/N: Just a quick little dabble that I did.

As the girls scanned the book in front of them they wonder what to do.

“We have to tell them” Betty said knowing that it was the best idea.

“But about the other girls? Some people don’t even know they’re in here. Why would we cause them the shame that we’re feeling?” Ethel explained “It’s not fair”

“I think Ethel right” Cheryl said speaking for the first time since they open the book. Everyone looked at her not really expecting her to care about others. But one person knew the truth.

“You’re only saying that since you don’t want Jason poor image that everyone had of him to be gone” Veronica claimed while she crossed her arms, she knew damn well what Cheryl was thinking.

“That’s not it” Cheryl yelled but no one listen instead they waited for Betty to speak as she was the one holding the book. Betty looked around at all of the girls in front of her and thought for a moment what she was going to do. Polly was there and this could help her with their parents but did she really want to put others through this pain of being slut shamed? She knew what she wanted finally and opened her mouth

“We’re going to go to the principle with this. That’s the finally answer so if you don’t like it you’re going to have to deal with it.” Betty demanded but no one objected. “So to help us with all of this, we’re going to split up in pairs to let the girls know before the school does” Everyone nodded their head and picked a girl.


 Betty and Veronica standard side by side looking at the sea of people moving through the hallway. This was the last girl that needed to hear the truth. It was Y/N L/N. Betty always thought of you as a sweet girl who couldn’t do no harm but now she could only think about the damaged girl you would become. The girls made their way over to the bleachers where you were sitting reading your book. Betty figured you were waiting on Reggie since he had football practice, after all he was the reason you were in the book.

“Hey Y/N” Veronica said as she took a spot right next to you. You looked up at the two confused on why they were here but smiled anyway. Sure you guys never talked but you weren’t going to be rude.

“What brings you guys here?” You asked wanting to get straight to the point, it was a odd thing to you. Betty and Veronica give each other a look before they both look away to where the boys were playing.

“You do actually”  Betty let out not making eye contact. This was going to be harder than she thought.

“Me?” You questioned taken back for a moment but you continued on “What would you guys need to talk to me about?”  Veronica let you wonder for a minute before she spoke up.

“It’s Reggie”

“What about him?”

“He did something that you should know about before it gets out there”

“Hold now, get out there?” You questioned more confused than ever. What did that boy do now?

“Yeah, well he’s on the football team obviously” Veronica as she waved her arms toward them. You nodded your head not really knowing where she was going with this.

“This isn’t something that’s lightly, Umm well you see the team has a book. Where they keep track of who hooks up with who” As the words rolled off of her tongue you knew then. Reggie Mantle had put you in there, thanks to your causally fun with each other.

“I heard enough” You told them as you stood up from your spot. You look out on the field feeling betrayed by Reggie, you thought you guys meant something more then some name in a book.

“There’s more to know” Betty piped in but you didn’t want to listen. You put up your hand to stop her.

“I personally don’t care.” You raged, oh how Mantle would pay for this one. “Do whatever you pleases” You walk away from the two not caring about what they were going to do. Obviously they were going to tell since they mentioned it. You were hurt and in pain. Reggie was something special to you. You knew you were falling for the boy and before you could say anything about it you were already regretting it. But as you did walk all you could wonder was why. Why did he do it? Why?

The Arrangement

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Summary: in an AU where the Winchester family owns a multi-million dollar company, Dean’s in a bit of a pinch. Grandpa Samuel is threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t straighten out and stop getting into trouble. Instead of taking some responsibility, Dean comes up with an ingenious plan: find someone to pretend to be his girlfriend. You and Dean have never gotten along, but a fake relationship seems to be beneficial to you both…

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: language, general rudeness (from Dean), mild angst?

A/N: so this is my new idea for a series! It’s all my brain will do right now. It’s a little rough right now, but I’m hoping you guys like it. Also the title is terrible but it’s all I could come up with.

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Licht loves animals but when it comes to a certain hedgehog…Oh boy, hedgie Lawless is such a cutie~I kept imagining how he makes that cute little sounds of his like in the OVA. He wears flowers! Just how adorable he can get?

Licht, stop giving him that look! (I won’t forget how you cradled him in your arms and cried when the incident happened, because deep down you care for him!)
He shouldn’t be glaring at Hyde like that…poor little hedgie wants attention too,  especially when he sees Licht fawning over kitty Kuro and he won’t lose to his big bro!

@reimeijennoir tagging you to see an adorable hedgehog and maybe get inspired for your drawings :)

Lawless fans, hope this makes you guys go “kyaaaa” seeing this little cutie xD

Shinsou x reader p.t 1

Hiya got a sorta cute idea, this also involves me and another writer who loves BNHA and is super sweet and kind and we both came up with this idea. Hope you enjoy !

The steady hum of chatter followed you out of the lunch hall as you began to make your way down one of U.A’s glassy and sleek corridors.

Sighing in content you let a small smile grace your lips whilst your eyes flickered from the sunny view outside to the end of the corridor.

Hushed voices sounded from up ahead drawing you from your calm daydream like state. A group of students that you didn’t recognise as class 1-A students were huddled and one end of the corridor their heads turning to peak around the corner and then quickly snapping back, snickering and whispering once more.

Curious and a little confused you raised an eyebrow, giving them a few glances as you hesitantly walked past them.

“Tch i don’t get why they let him into the school.”

Eyes widening you nearly froze at one of the students comments, caught off guard by their malicious tone.

Now very curious and slightly annoyed at the nasty conversation they appeared to be having you slowed down your pace, enabling you to listen into more of their conversation.

“Monoma you shouldn’t say stuff like that !……but it is kinda true I mean I guess they’re heroes and all and they just probably want to give themselves a good image.”

“Yeah but he’s a freak. I mean look at him quirk, if that’s not villainous I don’t know what is.”

“What a loser.”

“I’ll bet you 100¥ he ends up becoming a villain by second year.”

“Disgusting…”

By now you were nearly trembling with fury at their hateful words, feeling angered at their sick and twisted comments that were being so harshly directed at some poor innocent victim.

Nobody deserved that type of treatment.

One of them snuck a quick look around the corridor, eyes widening and instantly hushing the others, some of them covering their mouths to quieten their snickers.

Footsteps sounded from ahead of you, slow and sluggish thuds against the cold tiled floor.

Was this it ?

Was this their victim ?

The first thing you noticed was his hair. It was purp- wait not just purple it was violet and soft and honestly one of the prettiest things you’d ever seen.

Matching purple eyes lazily looked ahead, highlighted by the quiet shocking bags that ringed them.

Concern fluttered through you at the prominent sight of his sleep deprived state.

Yet only one word came to mind when you first saw him.

‘Beautiful.’

He didn’t even acknowledge the snickering students, all of them eyeing him up and down, some even jeering quietly.

He didn’t spare their bullying a wink, something that you found quite admirable but also upsetting. Was he really that used to being bullied that he just ignored it ?

Realising that he was walking closer and closer to you, you snapped out of your gaze, gazing up at him as he stared straight ahead.

He looked so alone, so bored and tired.

But that all changed once he glanced st you and noticed your bright, closed eyes smile. His eyes widened, instantly confused and alert as he watched you raise your hand.

Were you going to attack him.

But all you did was wave.

All you did was smile and wave.

He’d never been more confused in his entire life.

Why were you smiling at him ?

It had to be a joke, why would a good looking person in class 1-A be waving and smiling at him ?
There was no logical explanation except for the fact that she was either being dared or making fun of him in a way.

Wow, he shouldn’t even be surprised by now but why did it sting a little when he imagined this sweet and angelic person mocking him ?

Your smile drooped once he rolled his eyes and continue on walking, trashing down the corridor and leaving you behind, hand still in midair and smile faltering.

'What just happened ?’

“See Shinsou is such a freak !”

The gang of students all burst out into laughter, which angered you further but you couldn’t help feeling relived once they walked away to the lunch hall.

'Shinsou……so that’s his name…..it’s cool….Shinsou I’m gonna become your friend ! Whether you like it or not !’


Hope this was okay and look out for p.t 2