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An appeal

I’m exhausted. I will be as brief as possible.

For the world, compassion – the saying goes. But one of the greatest lessons is that the world is indifferent. I know that, but nonetheless: I create something, and I dare to share it. Each time it is a risk, because each time there is the chance that someone (indifferent to me and my struggles) will trample over my goodwill and abuse my trust. Editing. Reproduction. Reselling. Unauthorised use.

It happens. It’s happened a lot over the years. I deal with it. Compassion – it’s necessary. People don’t care. Okay. I understand.

I understand, but it is really, really wearing me down.

I am not asking that you behind your screen appreciate that for each drawing I claw my way up the steep blank canvas; that I try to find the best part of myself (such as I can manage); that I sometimes put my head in my hands, hating everything but most of all despising my own lack of ability, defeated. I am not asking for that. I am asking only that you show me decent human courtesy, that when you see a picture that you like, you don’t hurry to do what you want with it but instead endeavour to remember that behind the picture is a person whose back is on the verge of breaking underneath all these straws. That you might take some time to send an email or a message, and then honour the answer when it comes.

I beg: please do not abuse my trust. Please do not redistribute, edit, resell, reproduce or otherwise use my work in any way without my express authorisation. Please don’t ignore me when I say “no.”

Please don’t be the final straw.

My current aesthetic is Rhett’s facial expression when Link says something that sounds dirty:

This look is about 2 cups “… sounded better in your head, didn’t it?”, ¾ cup “Wow… did you really just say that?”, roughly 4 ounces of “huehuehuehue” and a hearty pinch of “This is why we’re friends”.

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I’m still not right from what happened before, do you realize that? I’m troubled…in my head. Sometimes I cry for no reason. Sometimes I sleep all day. And a lot of the reason comes down to things you encouraged me to do. And it’s me who ended up paying for them. | Scarlet Witch #9

anonymous asked:

I recently saw your lucio wallride video and THIS HAS OPENED UP A NEW WORLD FOR ME! I play a lot of Lucio on console (ps4) and wallriding is my favourite thing in this game. I always have trouble with it because it's hard on console. And I know you can change the settings and where I can do it, but it doesn't work for me. I want to set 'Jump' on the left 1 trigger, but every time I try it, it goes back to 'sound' on the top left. Idk if you know what to do, but thank you anyway! (ur awsome <3)

Sometimes the settings have problems staying edited. If it happens reliably, report it to Blizzard! Keep trying and make sure you’re in the character specific menu!

The difficult part of writing one long AU instead of releasing batches of shorter works (and twitterfics) is that it takes so long to get to a point where I can actually post what I’m working on. And meanwhile, it’s radio silence from me.

I’m starting to understand why people post WIPs! It’s not something I’m comfortable trying, considering how much editing I do as I go along (sometimes major changes happen to earlier chapters once I get deeper into the story), but I’m getting to a point where it might be nice to share a little bit. 

So…would anyone be interested in seeing some of the fic I’m working on right now? If so, would you prefer a few snippets: Derek’s introduction, an encounter between Derek and Stiles with excessive pining? Or do you want to play that “give me a word and I’ll share the sentence it’s in” game?

It’s for this fic, by the way (currently 60k and gonna get a lot longer):


“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “Fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning in that way that meant he knew he’d won. It was a rarely earned expression, so Stiles could forgive him for indulging in it.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” he insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

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When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals in mind: knock out the extra credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Leonardo DiCaprio as Malfoy :

Harry, however, had never been less interested in Quidditch; he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy. Still checking the Marauder’s Map whenever he got a chance, he sometimes made detours to wherever Malfoy happened to be.

Ben 10 Aesthetic: Ben Tennyson


People change with time. There are things that happened to a person in his childhood and years later they seem to him alien and strange. I am trying to decipher that child. Sometimes he is a stranger to me. When you think about when you were ten, don’t you feel a certain alienation?


Inspired by ( x )

“When I look back at my style, it’s almost like looking at a yearbook. You know how you look back at pictures from when you were in high school, and you’re like ‘Why on earth did I wear that?’ Well, that happens to me, but I’m looking at a picture from, like, last week. Sometimes I get it so right, but other times not. But you know what, that’s the fun part of fashion. I like to try different things, and if it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. I’m not afraid of making mistakes.”

Joshifer Daily Reminder: The weekend of April 24th - 26th proved to be an interesting one.  Josh had his Pants Party that Jen attended on the 25th but earlier that weekend Josh was seen partying in Vegas. This picture was released by the club.

Now some people thought that the blond behind the group was our sweet cupcake.  I had my skeptical hat on - yes, I have one - and thought, well - it could just be a random blond that resembles Jen.

But then a few hours later we received a new picture for absolutely no reason, and it became clear what was going on.

Add to this the fact that The Los Angeles Times changed the picture they used in an article about celebrities in Vegas to edit out the blond behind the group, and it became pretty clear someone was trying to hide who was at this party.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Sometimes.

🎰❤️🎰❤️🎰❤️🎰❤️

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Your Kiss (Brings Me Home)

The darkness cannot touch them in their sunlit field of flowers and Killian and Emma try to take advantage of a quiet moment. (Spec fic for what could have happened after the kiss in 5x04.)

Much love to @gentlesleaze​ and @caprelloidea​ for all their help!

Rated: T | Words: 1551 | FF.NET | Ao3


It feels like he is breathing her back to life.

The sun is warm on her skin, his hand heavy around her waist, his lips soft as they draw her into him, deeper, deeper. The breath in her lungs comes easier even as he steals it away, her body growing heavier, her feet sinking into the ground as he brings her back to herself.

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