someone give me more things to color

anonymous asked:

hi alice! can you give a sad artist (me) some happy thoughts.. please and thanks! i hope you're having a lovely day 💕

hello! ✨ some happy thoughts:

♡ you can travel to different places and lives using books, music or movies!

♡ you can create things from nothing 🌸 you can create music and words and art! you can create love and friendships! you can brighten anyone’s day with just a smile!

♡ if you notice things more, magic exists. in the glitter on the pond, in someone’s eyes, in the colors of the sky ✨

♡ the universe will make sure good things will happen to you!

♡ the moon and stars love you, they hope you’re safe 🌙

♡ there are people you haven’t met yet who will love you with their whole heart!

♡ you have access to infinite knowledge! you have people who love you! you have access to all the beauty in the world! you can go anywhere and do anything!

♡ you can transform your life this very second! you can leave behind all your fear and make happiness and adventure the main theme of your life 💛

have a lovely day too!

BTS Most to Least Likely to Date a Girl of Color

I believe that all of them would date a girl no matter her race, but based on their personalities and my own observations and opinions, this is what I came up with!



Namjoon’s first because I definitely see him as the one who would immediately take interest into a girl of color and would be intrigued to find out her racial background and culture. Of course he wouldn’t base their entire relationship around her race, but I feel he would find her being a different race to be new and exciting.


Everyone knows Yoongi is very open minded, which is why I put him second as I see he wouldn’t care at all about his girlfriend’s race. He would be willing to date anyone, as long as there’s a mental connection and they know how to speak Korean.

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dying-peach  asked:

hey jade im facing a crisis bcus i cant stick with a sim and do u have any tips for getting attatched to a sim?? thanks

Hello my sweet peach ♥ and sure totally! Here’s some pointers that may or may not be totally useless, haha. Tldr version: Make them more unique, relatable, making them more real in your own mind.

  • Give ‘em a backstory 
    Lula the knight elf obviously doesn’t play dungeons and dragons, that isn’t a thing in TS4- but if you use your imagination then you can really build a whole life for your sim, so instead of  “this is Lula, her video gaming skill is maxed out” it’s “this is Lula, she loves D&D, plumbobs and ladders” etc or maybe they’re from a city that existed in a previous rendition of the sims? Like Strangetown, or something. Use your imagination!
  • Make a character page
    I find this VERY nifty, it’s also relaxing if you like a organized blog or just enjoy messing with pages on tumblr. Give em an age, dob, location, favorite food, color, music (all those things sims had in s3 haha) ♥
  • Make sims based on characters in movies, and stuff
    For example Thorton is based off Arnold from Master Of None, and a little bit of M Matty Bevers from Broad City. When I base a sim off a preexisting character, it instills that in my mind, that when they do something, or “say” something, they’re acting the way someone else does, giving them more character, letting me get more attached to them.
  • Make them based after yourself
    Every sim I make is dark haired, and a little tan (I think Thorton and Poppy both have the… 7th? or 8th? skintone?) just like myself. I don’t know why, I don’t even live vicariously through my sims even, but the fact my active sims have similar features- and are in my head also mixed (I’m filipino + white, Poppy is Puerto Rican and white) makes them just seem more relatable. 
  • Put em through an emotional roller coaster, give em “negative” traits
    Maybe it’s just me but when a sim is cheerful, creative and confident I just don’t have fun with them, they’re like robots to me. I like to give my sims at least ONE “negative” trait like clumsy, noncommittal, evil, something to make them seem more human-like, therefor when they’re sad, if they’re gloomy, I’m like “awe no poor baby” and whilst doing all I can to cheer them up, I become attached, which leads me to my next points
  • Treat ‘em like babies
    I talk to myself when I play my game, like “Okay Poppy, don’t do this to me. DON”T. DO. THIS. TO. ME” I play my game as if I am a parent to all of the sims, instead of living vicariously through them, I treat them like what they are- little fake people, who need our help, and if you take care of ‘em, try to work to complete their aspirations like the helpless pixel peeps they are, you’ll feel more sworn to them.

I hope these made sense, haha. But yeah. I hope these helped a little bit at least!! ♥

anonymous asked:

Do you think Billy (or Tommy) will ever take on the 'Scarlet Witch' moniker? And what are your thoughts, in general, on Wanda not being the first to go by that name?

Billy? Maybe. Tommy? Probably not. He’s not a witch. 

I don’t like this new idea about where the name Scarlet Witch came from because this was already explained. In the first issue Wanda ever appeared in. And that explanation stayed consistent for over fifty years.

The story goes like this: Wanda accidentally caused a fire. Superstitious villagers declared her a “scarlet witch” and tried to kill her. We weren’t told if that was a common phrase where she was staying or if it was something one of the villagers made up. What we do know is that she adopted it as her mutant name. You could argue that it might be a term from local folklore or something she was already referring to herself as around town, but she was never shown using it before that incident.

The easiest explanation, though, is the best one: She called herself Scarlet Witch because that’s what the people who tried to kill her called her. She took what was meant to be an insult and an accusation and turned it into a point of pride.

There are two things to keep in mind here: 1) This was one of the defining moments of her life. It makes sense that she would look to this memory for inspiration on how to move forward. 2) Magneto is exactly the kind of person who would encourage impressionable young mutants to take insults from humans and “wear it like armor and it can never be used to hurt you.” Wanda, having had her life saved by this seemingly all-powerful man, would have been likely to listen.

I don’t buy the idea that she was already calling herself Scarlet Witch and decided to tell the local superstitious pitchfork-carriers this. Why would she announce herself as a witch to strangers? That’s certainly not how it was treated in earlier issues. There were attempts to explain the scarlet in the name, either as being connected to her red clothes or to accusations of sexual impropriety (à la scarlet woman), but none of them involved Wanda coming up with the name herself. There was never any hint of that at all.

I like the idea of a female legacy like this in the abstract, but The Scarlet Witch being that kind of legacy? Not so much. It doesn’t feel like a name anyone, even anyone in a particular family, could have. It feels specific to Wanda’s situation.* It’s full of mystery and innuendo (again, scarlet woman is the obvious connection), but it also just doesn’t sound like a nice thing to call someone. Scarlet has very particular connotations and red is the color of extremes and witch… rhymes with bitch. It sounds like exactly the name a teenage girl, having been driven from her home and forced to live on the edge of society, would give herself when she’s reborn as a supervillain. It’s not just a name. It’s a challenge. It says, “I know what people say about me, and I dare them to say it to my face.”

All of that is more compelling when tied to the specific incident of her almost being murdered, instead of being a thing her mom also called herself.

I’m not sure what we gain by throwing out the original story, with all its fascinating implications, and replacing it with something else. The key to making a mythos for a long-running superhero is to build on what’s already there, not throw it all away and start anew. But in this Age of Unnecessary Retcons, that seems to be the plan with Wanda.

*Yeah, I know there was June Covington, but whatever.

How To Adult on a Budget: Kitchen Edition

I wish someone would have told me these things when I was younger to save me a lot of time, money, and frustrating mistakes so here you go kids:

- when you’re putting together your first kitchen on a tight budget, certain quality items are way more important. good basics will get you through most day-to-day cooking and last basically forever, whereas nice matching plates are cute but no less functional than mismatched stuff from goodwill. (also, overstock stores are a GREAT way to get good basics cheap because who gives a shit about damaged packaging or out of season colors when it comes to stuff like this? rich people maybe idk)

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surely if there is any fandom event that would appreciate me showing up fashionably late it ought to be fmafw2017 right?

anyway, this request was really really very good, and i wanted to do it justice but i couldnt get it finished, which is a shame because i like the idea of someone giving kimblee some competition for the most fashionable character, and even more the idea of that someone being miles.

When I’m older, I want to be someone with stars on my cheeks. I want to have soft skin and a bubbly infectious laugh that leaves a smile on people’s faces. I want to give more hugs. I want to have my hair so many different colors at the same time, so whenever my friends see those colors somewhere else, they think of me. I want to be able to afford the things I need in life. I want to sit in a bath of pink, rose-scented water, with candles and flower petals all around me like beads spilled across the floor. I want to smell like honey and coconut. I want to take naps in fields of flowers. I want to be alive and loved when I’m older. And I plan to make that happen.

It's You (The Doctor)

93. “I’m sorry, I’ve never seen you before.”

Imagine the 12th Doctor posing as the Caretaker at the school where you teach. You’ve traveled with him before, but don’t recognize him because you were with his 11th incarnation.

“May I have your attention, please,” Headmaster Armitage’s staticky voice sounded over the intercom. I stopped writing on the chalk board to hear what the announcement was all about. “Teachers, I am calling for a quick staff meeting in the lounge, please. All teachers in the lounge for a staff meeting at this time. Thank you.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. As soon as the intercom clicked off, I hesitantly set down the piece of chalk, and hurried to the lounge. There must be a change in the lunch duty schedules; Headmaster Armitage hardly ever called a staff meeting unless it was something crucial.

It turned out, the original caretaker, Mr. Atif, had called in sick, so they were expecting a stand-in. A sudden knock on the door signified his entrance. “Ah,” Headmaster Armitage smiled, “here he is.”

A tall figure in a brown coverall holding a broom walked in the door. His appearance made him seem intense: he was considerably old from the wrinkles on his long, narrow face, his soft, gentle smirk contradicted his grey, naturally-arched and menacing eyebrows. His eyes held a mysterious hue behind the stormy color, yet it felt familiar.

“I’m the new caretaker,” he introduced himself in a Scottish accent, giving him a more friendly side to him. “John Smith.”

Scrunching my eyebrows, I bit my lower lip in thought: I used to know someone who used that alias many times. I glanced over at Ms. Oswald whose eyes were wide as saucers.

“Welcome to Coal Hill, Mr. Smith,” Mr. Pink welcomed him, shaking his hand firmly.

“Thanks,” he acknowledged. “Yes, the name’s John Smith. But, you know, here’s the thing: most people just call me..” He trailed off as he caught my gaze. “The Doctor.” He finished.

His eyes held mine for a few moments until he cleared his throat, regaining his composure. “So, if anybody needs me, just, you know, give me a shout. I’ll be in the storeroom just getting the lie of the land.”

The other teachers slowly filed out of the room, losing interest in his speech except for Miss Oswald, who was practically glaring at him. “Yes, nobody’s taking any notice at all,” he continued as I stepped out the door. “Absolutely good news because it means I must be coming across just as an absolutely boring human being like you.”

I turned around to see Ms. Oswald spinning around and mouthing something to him.

“Deep cover,” he said nonchalantly, holding the door. His eyes switched back to me with an awestruck stare. “D-deep cover,” he stammered before shutting the door completely and canceling our impromptu staring contest. Why did he look at me like that, and why did his eyes seem so familiar?

“Does he know you?” Ms. Oswald’s voice snapped me out of my trance.

“N-no.” I stuttered, looking at her suspicious expression. “You seem to, though.”

She shook her head. “Never met him in my life,” she answered quickly.

“Really? Because you sure were giving him what-for with those glares of yours,” I chuckled.

“Well, you seemed to catch his attention every time he looked at you, eh?” She smirked, walking by me. “I’ve got to get to class. Good day, Ms. (L/n).”

“And to you, Ms. Oswald,” I replied, rolling my eyes and making my way back to my classroom, the new caretaker on my mind for some odd reason.

As I walked down the corridor, I noticed the caretaker standing on a ladder trying to fix one of the lights. As I looked a bit closer, I noticed he placed something on the wire that connected it to the ceiling.

“What is that?” I inquired out loud, startling his, his wide eyes glancing around for an excuse.

“Uh, just a new security system, that’s all,” he answered, stepping down the ladder.

“Why would we need one?” I chuckled. “We received a new one at the beginning of the year.”

“Yes,” he hopped off of the last step, “but these will give you more surveillance advantages. You know, keep the kids from doing things like this.” He gestured to a message that read, “Ozzie loves the Squaddie” on the window.

“Courtney,” I grumbled. “I am so sorry, Mr. Smith.”

“Oh, no need to worry, (Y/n). Nothing a little washrag can’t solve.”

I blinked at him as he easily wiped the message away. “How do you know my name?” I pondered in a soft voice.

Mr. Smith froze, turning towards me with a solemn expression. “It’s me, (Y/n),” he said. “I’m back.”

“Back?” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I’ve never seen you before. You must be mistaken.”

He frowned. “Don’t you recognize me? Didn’t the alias John Smith ring a bell?”

“Alias?” This was all so confusing!

Sighing, he took my hand and mumbled, “Come with me.” Before I could protest, he dragged me out of the building, stopping by a draining grate and dropping one of the devices in it.

“Why would we need surveillance down there?” I snorted. Mr. Smith shrugged and stood from the ground, looking over at Ms. Oswald who was scolding kids for playing football on the chessboard.

“Moving on,” he muttered, grabbing my hand again and leading me to the storage room.

“Mr. Smith,” I groaned, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring me into this room, the kids and staff will talk-”

“And one for luck,” he interrupted as he put another device in the hanging basket next to the door. He turned to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Brace yourself, (Y/n) (L/n), for the shock of your life.”

The door swung open, and he led me inside, closing it behind us. “Why’d you bring me in here?” I interrogated. He simply raised his eyebrows and jogged around me.

“Mr. Smith, I mean it,” I slightly raised my tone, following him, “I have no time for…” I froze. My stomach flopped while my heart fell to my feet. The caretaker stood next to a tall, deep-blue Police Box.

“Oh, you know exactly what this is, don’t you?” he mused with a sly smirk, his eyes staring with a mischievous glint.

“Is that…the TARDIS?” I whispered the last word. With a solemn nod, my question was answered. “But where’s the Doctor? Is he in there?” I asked excitedly, wishing to see my old friend.

He gestured for me to follow him in, and I immediately obliged walking in to see a whole new set-up. “He redecorated,” I chuckled. “I don’t like it.” A silent atmosphere settled around the room as my eyes danced around her once again.

“Here,” Mr. Smith coughed, “I think there’s something for you.” He switched a screen on the console on, and a message began to play.

“Is this thing on?” A familiar voice asked. “Is that what the red light means?” The Doctor’s confused face appeared on the screen, the camera shaking as he toggled with it.

My heart fluttered. “Doctor!” I exclaimed, looking up excitedly at Mr. Smith. “It’s him! It’s really him!” He smiled down at me.

“All right,” he cleared his throat. “This is the 11th Doctor. The current date is, uh,” he glanced down at the console, “April 23, 2011.”

“The day he brought me home,” I whispered, looking down.

“You’ll recognize it as the day I took you back home. I’ll be perfectly honest, it was not an easy thing to do,” he sighed. “I left you with no explanation, and didn’t say whether or not I’d see you again, so I’ve decided to make this message.

"First of all, I am terribly sorry it had to be this way; I wish it could’ve been easier, but it wasn’t. Not at all. Secondly, I wanted to let you know that this is my last day to live.” My hands flew up to my mouth. “It may seem to be a shock, but everyone’s story must end sometime, right?”

Tears flooded my eyes. Why would this man want me to watch this? “But, I’d like for you to know something: I’ve found a way out of it.” I raised my eyebrows. “Aha! Gotcha, didn’t i?” He chuckled with his cheeky grin. “Oh, I am clever, aren’t I?”

A watery smile spread across my lips. “Finally, since I have found a way out, I want you to know that I am coming back for you.” Joy filled my heart full enough that I thought I might explode. “But, know this-”

The message was cut short. “What?!” I shouted. “What do I need to know?!” I lunged for the screen. “Doctor!”

“Know that I may not have the same appearance that I have now.” My mouth parted at the sound of Mr. Smith’s voice continuing the message. I slowly turned to him, tears stinging my eyes.

“And, no matter how long it takes, I will find you again. We can pick up our adventures from where we left off.” He took one step closer to me.

“It’s you,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “It’s really you.”

“Hello again, (Y/n) (L/n).” He grinned. My face nearly split in two as I smiled even wider, throwing my arms around his neck. He was taken back at the action, but quickly loosened up and wrapped his long, lanky arms around me.

“I’ve missed you, Doctor,” I sniffled into his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you, as well,” he crooned, running a hand up and down my back.

“Look at you,” I said, pulling back from him and placing my hand on his cheek, gently brushing my thumb over it. “You’ve aged. And the eyebrows… So angry,” I whispered.

“I’m adapting to them as well,” he explained, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. “I’ve made mistakes in the past, and it’s about time that I fixed them.”

“Well, then,” I smirked, “there’s obviously a reason why you’re here, so what’s going on in this school?”

The mischievous gleam in his eyes returned. “I was just going to tell you about that…”

The Magus’s Colorful Quiz

Hello, everybody! It’s your friendly neighborhood Magus here coming with an announcement for y’all: we just hit 188 followers! Whooooo! To celebrate this fantastical number (did you know that it’s equal to 48^2 - 46^2? Wow, you just never stop learning, huh), I’m going to do a little something: in case the title wasn’t enough of a hint, I am going to let anyone who feels like it take my own little Color Pie Quiz! (credits to @justfuckingnougat for giving me the inspiration aka I’m blatantly copying their idea)

How does this work? Easy: below you will find 15 questions. What you’re going to do if you want to take the quiz is reblog this post with your answers, and then eventually I’ll come along and tell you which colors I think you are (instead of rebloging your post, I’ll probably make another post from scratch and tag you, that way I avoid having to spam people by rebloging a bunch of super long posts), based on your answers: please note that both the questions and the interpretations are provided by me. I’ll try to be as objective as possible. If you’re not convinced by the results that’s absolutely fine, if you know the essentials of the Color Pie you probably are the best person for analyzing your Colors, but sometimes it can be fun/interesting to get someone else’s opinion on it, albeit with a little grain of salt.

Right, one more thing before we begin. The questions are neither multiple choice nor True/False. I tried to ask questions which are specific enough that people can’t go on to talk about something completely off-topic, but I’m giving you the possibility of ‘expanding’ a little bit, if you want to add a thought of yours or explain the reasoning behind your answer, for example. It’s totally up to you.

And now… unleash The Quiz®!

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anonymous asked:

Hi, can you recommend more faberry fics? I loved the ones you recommended, but... like... more please? :)


I’m going to assume you read the other fics that were written by those authors (like K’sChoiceofAFI, WaveGoodbye, and poetzproblem, even if I didn’t necessarily rec the specific fic? Because everything they do is really good).

So, these multichapter fics are ones that are pretty good, just not my personal favorites (I wouldn’t rec them if I didn’t think they weren’t well written!):

By dylanhart -

Should Have Asked for Directions - A lifelong story about what it’s like to know at fifteen who your heart belongs to and what lengths a girl will go to in order to keep it there forever 

By thememoriesfire -

These Strange Steps - Rachel, bottoming out completely, is doing a show in Vegas and, as a distraction from her life, gets dragged to a strip club by Puck.  She hasn’t seen Quinn in 8 years.  This isn’t how she wanted them to see each other again.  

By iamapanda -

Sun Showers - AU. Quinn Fabray, of the Women’s Auxiliary Army Corps, is shipped to Morocco for the Allied invasion of North Africa. A calamitous beach landing brings her to Navy flight nurse Rachel Berry. Raise their happy eyes up to flaming skies. Faberry in WWII.

My Cuddly Little Cubby - Quinn and baby Beth are partnered with Rachel at a school-sponsored haunted house. Happy Halloween!

Just off the Key of Reason - Faberry AU. Future fic. Rachel Berry is a successful Broadway star with a new roommate, the very odd, naive Quinn Fabray. It starts with a note on the fridge and a childishly scrawled doodle of an elephant. Everybody has a little crazy in them.

By A.Kline -

Deus Ex Machina - Rachel Berry always knew that she was a little bit psychic. In fact, Rachel Berry thought she knew just about everything. That is, until a spirit that refused to die entered her life like a train-wreck.

By your.kat -

The Silence of Silence - Quinn and Rachel meet at Haverbrook under unusual circumstances. Why is Rachel silent? And why does Quinn care? “You can hear,” Quinn said simply, “but can you speak?”; “Yes,” Rachel signed. “I can speak. But silence is a friend who will never betray.”

By ferryberry -

Color Me Confused - S1. Lingering feelings for Jesse and a budding relationship with Finn. Things just couldn’t get more confusing. Until the last person Rachel expects enters the mix. 

Secret Santa - S2. Mr. Schuester pulls out his top hat again for a round of Secret Santa, and Quinn is less than pleased to see who she’ll be giving twelve special gifts to.

By adventurefilled -

The Myspace Admirer - Someone starts anonymously complimenting Rachel over MySpace.

By powergrapes -

Head Full of Doubt, Road Full of Promise - Rachel’s answer to Quinn’s melancholia is to take her on a summer road trip with the gleeks.

By heartwasalegend -

To Build A Home - Rachel and Quinn both end up in New York after high school. Follows the evolution and eventual dissolution of their relationship over the span of a decade.

By SkyWarrior108 -

Never Go Hungry Again - “Rachel’s first thought is that she’s too thin, too unclean, and entirely too beautiful to be living on the street.” For the Faberry Week 2014 prompt “Age Difference.”
A Little Bit of Hope - Quinn and Rachel spend Thanksgiving day volunteering at the Bowery Mission, giving out meals and blessing bags to the homeless. Set in the Never Go Hungry Again ‘verse. (this is a oneshot, but goes with the previous story)
*companion pieces

By Sourrific -

Letting You Unravel Me - Quinn is peer-pressured into kissing Rachel freaking Berry (damn Santana and her gay agenda!), and then things get complicated.

Saints and Sinners - How can I summarize this? Quinn plots, fails, succeeds, freaks out, does something stupid, does something right, and then… well, you’ll see.

I didn’t rec many oneshots before, but there are many great ones (note - some are written by the same authors as above):

By letyourdorkout -

She Drives A Vegetable Car Except Not Really - Quinn has a crush on a girl who takes the same underground train she takes everyday. She tries to strike a conversation or two, but always ends up failing and worse, embarrassed. Will she be able to meet her?

Kiss Me - This is a fill for this prompt over the rq meme on LJ. “In order to raise money for the bus to Sectionals/Regionals/Nationals… whatever, Rachel comes up with the brilliant idea for them to set up a kissing booth in order to raise the money.”

It’s not a matter of you versus me - Finn decides that the best way to settle differences between the New Directions and The Troubletones is through Dodgeball. Quinn agrees to play, but she’s got some other difference in mind to settle with. Spoilers through ep3x06.

By AndAwayWeGo -

a room with a view - “Quinn starts calling her 'Broadway’ in her head because the girl seems to stick to singing Broadway songs and, sometimes, she can hear her watching musicals. Broadway, of course, knows every single song.” Quinn gets a new neighbor. Faberry. AU.

the one with the friends reference - “You can see it. Quinn standing in front of you, as close as she can get without touching you and saying, 'Are you attracted to me’” Faberry. Post-season six.
love love or whatever, take a number  - “It’s possible that it just came down to you not knowing how to compromise all of your progress over the years for something that Rachel may or may not be really feeling.” Faberry. Sequel to “the one with the friends reference”
*as stated, these fics are companion pieces

By CorvusCorvidae -

Yours Truly - The guidance counselor at her daughter’s school keeps emailing her unfounded concerns, and there’s only so many times she can avoid the woman. Though, after meeting Dr. Fabray, Rachel can’t work out why she ever avoided her in the first place.

Guess Who? - Broadway star and Tony winner, Rachel Berry, decides to play a prank on one unsuspecting student at Yale. It does not go as planned. One-shot.

By x0wynn0x -

That Roommate - Quinn’s that roommate that normal people wouldn’t want. She has a bad dye-job, nose piercing, and Rachel’s 98% positive she once saw Quinn sacrificing a pig. But as Rachel’s second favorite saying goes, “You can’t judge a book by its cover, just by its Amazon reviews.” What was a tentative friendship turns into a lot more than what Rachel Berry ever bargained or connived for.

By sillycucumber -

What Is This Feeling - Several occasions where Quinn realizes she might like Rachel more than she originally planned. AU to everything past season one.

By iamapanda -

The Music of the Night - Rachel is dapper and clever and kind, and Quinn never imagined she’d meet somebody at a place with light-up poles and a Broadway soundtrack. For Faberry Week: Meeting Frannie and Age Difference. 

My Blobs of Pink Happiness - Quinn brings baby Beth to the high school carnival, where they run into Rachel Berry. Fantastically fluffy.

Let it Snow Baby, Let it Reindeer - Quinn has a goal this Christmas. A goal that she hopes to accomplish with the help of her baby, some snowmen, and a sled race. Rachel won’t know what hit her.

Our Brilliantly Tangled Thanksgiving - Quinn and baby Beth are having some issues hanging Christmas lights on Thanksgiving, when Rachel stops by with a homemade pumpkin pie. Happy Thanksgiving!

(… what can I say, I’m a sucker for “Quinn kept Beth and they both love Rachel” stories)

By ferryberry -

Beauty and Coach Beiste - S2. Shannon is surprised at how much she has in common with someone unexpected. Related to Colder Alone.
Colder Alone - S2. A typical confrontation with Rachel leads Quinn to ponder what might have been. Related to Beauty and Coach Beiste.
*as stated in these summaries, these stories are companions

A Little Lamb - Canon thru S1E21. Beth Puckerman-Fabray is just like her mother.

Pucker Berry - S2. A party, mistletoe, and glue - not exactly the recipe Rachel needs to break her track record of bad Christmases, but it might get her something she never even knew she wanted.

By powergrapes -

A Family of Trees - Rachel is the only person that Drizzle seems to like, and thus becomes the babysitter by default.

By thememoriesfire -

A Girl’s Best Friend - Weight, grades, Cheerios, Prom.  It’s a simple plan.

Be A Part of This - After Junior Prom, Quinn gets an unexpected life coach. 

Dear Your Name Here - Future AU; Quinn and Rachel meet up again in college.

By nightshifted-

Every Smile That’s Unveiled - Somewhere along the way, Quinn Fabray discovers that Rachel Berry is just a girl. Just a girl like her.

truckershitched  asked:

Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers.

Thanks for thinking of me and sending this.

Five things I like about myself….

1. That over the years I learned to give out compliments more easily. That doesn’t mean that I give them out randomly just to say something. It’s just that I realized that there is no use in holding back a compliment when you mean it, be it for the simplest thing like admiring the pair of shoes you wear or more demanding ones when someone produces art for example.

2. My confidence when it comes to clothes. I am not overly adventurous with it but I never really cared much about the fact that some might consider my dresses unflattering for my body type or saying the color isn’t for me. I mostly wear what I want and when I want it. Drove my parents slightly insane back in the days because it sometimes ended in me going to school in one of my mother’s old dresses from the 70s. My style got really boring in the last few years though but I decided on that, not someone else.

3. I am not overly athletic but I don’t immediately shy away from a physical challenge. And where my body fails, my determination sometimes has to take over.

4. That a lot of the prejudices I got taught by my parents are not nearly as present anymore (and in some cases totally gone) since I moved out. I feel like I am a more educated and open person nowadays.

5. I can show affection towards my niece and nephews easily which is the exact opposite of what I grew up on. Another thing I overcame and changed for the better.

Unrelated thing I don’t like: Deciding on ten favorite followers to send this. So if some don’t get this message from me in their inbox, that doesn’t mean they’re not one of my favorites!

by next year

I want lots of things.
Dainty gold rings, to match my golden earrings.
To give my mom an apartment by the beach.
To go to the doctor’s and not be afraid to be fixed.
To write good songs, not care about the clothes I wear,
to march for peace, to make good friends, to have someone
listen to me, to have lots of someones listen to me.
To live my life, and not be afraid.
To recycle more, to act on the things I say I care about,
to stop crying, to have energy, to have energy do do things
even when crying.
To let my hair grow out into its natural color. For my flushed
cheeks to never disappear. To tell people how much they have
hurt me. To not care if they never apologize. To find love and
be Healed by it. To stop accepting loneliness as the default.
And Fight! Fight! Fight! to be happy.
I want to be able to fight.
I want to never give up (I’m afraid of giving up).
I want to not think about things more than I actually need to.
I want to write poems and give them to people.
I want my moods to be consistent.
I want to do well in college.
I want to be really good at Logic.
I want to make an EP and release it next year.
I want to be good
I want to be good
I want to be good

Sensei’s Divining Top Life Counter Review

Hey Everyone! I made mention earlier of doing a review of this 3D printed life counter I ordered from a fellow on Instagram.

Well, I’ve had mine now for 4 days and I’ve been using it every chance I get, making sure I’m giving it the kind of treatment it’d get from someone who tends to play MTG liberally.

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POC fetization/ace struggles and fears

letmedrivemyvan-intoyourheart submitted: 

 I’m a black (never liked saying african American honestly what a mouthful) panromantic ace, and seeing as I just turned 18 it’s been pretty difficult to figure out my sexuality over the years without the constant ‘youre too young’ thing. Firstly I feel that’s bullshit, how is it with boys are jizzing their pants at the age of eleven, at 18 im too young to understand how i feel about my own body and its desires.

My story is pretty boring, I had big crushes but never any relationships. I only realized I was different when I started processing my friends behavior (i never put much faith in the medias depiction of romance). Mid high school I discovered asexuality and it instantly piqued my interest, but at the time my mental health was shoddy and familial support was bare so that wasnt my priority. Then my psychiatrist invalidated me when I told him i thought the ace community might fit me by saying I still have sexual urges. Bc he’s the doctor i assumed he was right and ended up super down over this for the next little while, especially when i //cough// tried masturbating.
Only last year i got a more solid hold of my gender/sexuality and it was honestly bc of porn. Usually when I tried to watch porn it took me (liTERALLY) at least an hour to find a video that didnt frighten, offend, or just turn me off, and even then I couldnt invest myself into being attracted to the media, most times i’d listen to the audio alone (then I discovered the grace of BL-CD’s). Literally every time I would try to watch porn id get distracted by the anatomy and start drawing or something and one day(okay over the course of several days) i was said ‘SCREW THIS. IM JUST NOT INTO IT.’
I’d never experienced sexual attraction but I didnt want to go back to my condescending doctor and that conversation so i spent a long time doing research. I tried to invalidate myself time and time again, my main reason being something my friend said. “You’re just insecure.” She accepts me now but i will probably never forget those words because it constantly has me questioning whether my sexuality could just by a hyped up byproduct of my mental illness. I did have a minor revelation moment though after that. A boy had been flirting with me and at the time I had been trying to convince myself that I was cishet so I flirted back. I ended up getting stoned at his house; nothing sexual happened, in fact we didnt even kiss (mostly bc I didnt move and inch from my spot on the bed). This wasn’t the revelation part tho, that came as soon as I got home. I had a full on panic attack, one of my worst. I suppose it was because while I was there he was touching me. All I could remember where his hands and the pressure in the room and it made me physically sick. He hadn’t been out of line at all, had only cuddled me and I hadn’t said a word at the time (which I do regret) but getting home it felt like the biggest violation. It wasn’t just the touching, it was everything it pertained, even though I knew we weren’t gonna have sex or anything, the complete and utter lack of want frightened me. Even now I still feel bad and dramatic for reacting that way but the only thing that reaffirms me is the fact that I know, deep down, I didn’t want to feel that way but I did. I couldn’t change how I felt, because it’s something you just Know. So after swearing off boys forever (metaphorically) I decided to get my ass in gear and follow my heart¿

The interweb is a blessed place. Everything I found (including the tumblr community) was like opening the gates of valhalla. I wasn’t quite 'there’ yet but damn, I was Here. After that has been a series of finding support online since practically everyone irl thinks of my sexuality as a joke, they dont even take it the littlest bit seriously; and i didnt want to keep myself surrounded by that mindset. Finding blogs like these was a godsend and I can’t appreciate it enough.

With that out of the way, my most relevant issue as a POC as well as ace is the constant sexualization towards me. Even my friends do it! Because of my body type, being afab and curvy people just assume i’m a sexual figure??? I cant count how many times my own friends have touched my ass. On Canada Day a few weeks ago, my friends boyfriend slapped my butt as a joke, and all my friends are cool with it. In fact as the only POC in my friend group, my ass comes up a surprising amount. I know for a fact my friends don’t mean harm, they’re very open minded and it’s only bc of my long friendship with them that they frivolously touch me, and thats the main reason I havent said anything.

Mostly I feel as though, open minded as they are, they wont ever understand my sexuality. That’s only because it honest to god baffles me that sex is such a big and meaningful part of people’s lives, and if I can’t understand them, how can they understand me? Thats not so bad as not accepting it though, which they (the ones ive come out to) didn’t at first (until I showed them some colorful diagrams and had a serious 30second talk). My biggest fear in the end is the expectations people have of me. My parents have never had a health relationship with me so their opinion on my sexuality isnt a conversation that will ever happen, but im more concerned about a potential partners needs. I’ve always believed that if I really liked someone, I would do (very few) sexual things for them, bc thats part of the deal right? But a big part of me doesn’t want to compromise. Its honestly like giving a phone to a child, telling them to dismantle it and then put it back together again. I know how the mechanics work, how things should be, but Why? I just dont Feel like it’s something I Want. And then I’m scared shitless that bc i cant meet someones needs, they’re going to belittle/discredit or leave the relationship. Of course these are p reasonable worries but damn is it scary to have such a big heart and such a tiny chance. I guess i just wanted to rant and put some stuff out there, bc it affects me way more than I probably realize, especially in lieu with my mental health.

Here’s some advice I guess out of all of this; use labels to include, not exclude. If you think you might be ace, come right down into the community bc its p freaking rad. If you change your mind then no loss, if you hit the mark (like moi) then HOLY BALLS THE COLOR SCHEME IS DOPE.

thanks for listening, im always looking for new ace/aro friends so stop by, say hey, lets grab a cup of metaphorical coffee and not talk about sex

anonymous asked:

Peridot crying :0c

why is she crying…someone give her a hug and a spoon to play with…

anonymous asked:

Hello!! So I'm sorry if this sounds weird but... I'm having a lot of internal conflict with myself as an artist lately and I wanted to get your insight on it. I really love drawing characters and the such but I'm more of an observational artist, which means I have a really hard time creating original art since I'm used to drawing off of surroundings and what's in front of me. You're one of my inspirations and I learn from you, but I still feel sort of cheap that my art is still unoriginal... 1/2

Anonymous asked you:

Overall, what I’m trying to say is that my art has never been “mine” I suppose. Its always a mix of art that I’ve picked up from others… and I don’t know how to feel about it. I hope this makes sense!. 2/2

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Let’s Talk… Purple Shampoo!

First of all what is purple shampoo ? Before getting into the bleach world I didn’t even know such thing existed, I only used shampoos to wash my hair and that’s it. The first time I bleached my hair my hair was a orange/brassy ugly color and I had to wait a whole month to bleach it again so I was stuck with that yellow head. Since the moment I’m very stubborn I did my researches and I found out this weird thing called purple shampoo.

Purple shampoo is a shampoo that fights yellow tones in your hair thanks to its dark pruple color, you should leave it on for 5-10 minutes, if you leave it on your hair for more than that it will give you a lilac/grey color to your hair which is cool for someone crazy like me but if you just want it to tone down the yellow just follow what the packaging says.

My first purple shampoo ever was the FUDGE CLEAN BLONDE Violet Toning shampoo, I was looking for a good one and on the internet everyone said it was the best one ever and they were absolutelyr right. I used this shampoo when my hair was orange and it turned my hair a cute hashy blonde color, just beautiful (notice: i kept it on my head for 20 minutes or more). Another good thing about this shampoo is the smell, gosh it smells amazing!

I am very curious so just one purple shampoo was obviously not enough for me so I also got the L’Oreal SILVER and the Bleach London SILVER SHAMPOO, both of them are good, the L’Oreal one gives you a perfect silver shade, no matter how long you keep it on, while the Bleach London shampoo leaves you a blue-ish color if you leave it on more than what it’s written in the directions.

The CONS of purple shampoos are that it will dry your hair so much but you just have to use a good hair mask or a good conditioner after using it and you’ll be fine!


L’Oreal Silver: 9 €

Fudge Violet Toning Shampoo: 30£ (1L bottle)

Bleach London SILVER SHAMPOO: 5£

If you want to know more or have any questions feel free to leave them in my ask.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you know (by chance) any new library au, or CEO Jongin? Thank you.

Hey, I do, but these are not necessarily new, I just haven’t posted them in a library/CEO list before. I did CEO kind of recently, so I don’t have much of those. If your haven’t yet, check out the last time I did library here and here, and CEO here and here. Enjoy


Try to drift: complete 2 chapters, someone is leaving paper flowers for Kyungsoo in books at the library, Jongin helps him color them

Aced it: one shot. Jongin meets cranky Kyungsoo in the library and then keeps trading books with him, Kyungsoo slowly thaws

make me understand, s'il vous plaît : one shot Jongin is studying in the library and Kyungsoo comes over and offers assistance

Redamancy: One shot fluff, Jongin tries to give something to Kyungsoo all week, and finally succeeds when they are at the library

Strange things happen when you don’t notice: one shot library smut

In the corner of the library: one shot more library smut 

 CEO Jongin

Give me all your money (and I’ll take all your love): one shot, Jongin is a CEO who gets waited on by very sassy Kyungsoo

More than enough: one shot, Jongin bosses son (close enough, right?) who is sleeping with Kyungsoo, and Kyungsoo has feeling for Jongin he thinks are not returned 

Beautiful Butterfly: ongoing Kyungsoo is a student who is in love with bosses son Jongin, and  confesses. Jongin pushes him away at first, but no one can resist Kyugnsoo!

The closest thing to god: one shot CEO Jongin smut (top soo)

anonymous asked:

Joanlock and #1 for the meme?

things you said at 1 am

The sheet is drawn up, tucked around them. She’s pressed to his side, sweat still cooling on her skin, one of her legs tucked between his, hooked under his calf. She can feel it building up in him, feel the twitch of his fingers on her back as he fights the urge to voice what’s going through his head. She’s surprised he’s lasted this long. Patience is not one of his virtues.

“Do you think this will change things…? Between us, I mean.” 

She turns her head, chin resting on his shoulder, and stares at him. His hair’s a mess and his eyes are focused on the far wall. He’s uncharacteristically nervous, but it’s something she’s long learned is often attached to when he’s being emotionally bare. It’s not in his nature, but he makes exceptions when it matters. “Do you want it to?” she wonders. 

He glances at her, once, twice, and then his eyes are on the wall again. She painted it last week, bringing a little more color and comfort to it, but that’s all there is, a couple coats of paint that he can hardly make out in a room that’s barely lit up by the outside street lamp filtering through the window. 

“Change is inevitable in most relationships. Ours is always growing, changing, adapting to us… But there are some things, some… consistencies that I rely on. Depend on. It gives me order, comfort, something… someone that I… A constant.” He nods. “You are my constant, Watson.” 

She hums, and turns her head down, cheek against his warm skin, hand across his ribs, feeling his lungs expand, life filling him up. “That won’t change.” And maybe it’s not something a person can promise, not really, but it feels true, it feels like a promise she plans to keep. 

He relaxes a little under her, his hand stroking over her back, and hums, as if to accept her words as truth. He has questions though, rebuttals, logic to be sourced, and she can feel them there, growing under her hand and her cheek, filling his body. 

Joan smiles. 

Because it’s one in the morning and she’s tired and satisfied and closer to him in a physical sense than she’s ever been before. And this, talking, parsing it all out, is how he is. How he’ll always be. And even if she wants to sleep and hold onto him, bury herself in his heat and body, she knows him. So she waits, and she smiles, and she feels his lungs expand as he draws in a deep breath. Because just as she is his constant, he is hers.

Send me a ship, and number, and I’ll write a mini fic!