sorry for the shitty quality this is such a dark video

I Know Now

Zimbits || ~5′700 words || Gen. Rating || AU || AO3

The team members who take Psychology, Biology and Politics of Food start up a study group, but it’s less of a study group, and more of a trying-to-set-Jack-and-Bitty-up group.

“Hey, Jack,” Bitty says brightly as he enters the living room with his textbook balanced under one arm, and his other holding a tray of freshly made brownie.

“Hey, Bittle,” Jack replies, already sitting on a chair with his books open on the coffee table.

Bitty puts his stuff down next to Jack’s, taking care with the tray of food. He lifts his arm to let the textbook thunk down on the ground.

“Where is everyone?” He asks Jack, sitting beside his fallen textbook.

“Shitty’s stuck talking to his thesis advisor. Lardo’s got a project due tomorrow. Chowder says he can’t make this week. No idea about Holster or Nursey,” Jack rattles off.

“So, just us then?”

“Just us,” Jack confirms.

It’s the second week in a row that has happened.

-

Bitty sits on a cushion on the floor by the coffee table, sipping occasionally from a mug of tea, and refreshing his twitter frequently. The others should be here for the study group by now. He reluctantly opens his textbook, figuring he should use the time to study even if no-one’s here to help him figure out the biology side of this week’s class.

He’s two pages in when the front door opens. Bitty looks up, eager for company.

“Jack! Hey.” Bitty smiles and waves at him.

“Sorry I’m late. Class went overtime.”

Jack sits down on the green couch, rolling his eyes when Bitty gives him a look. “Stop worrying about this thing.”

“Jack, it’s infested,” Bitty insists immediately.

“You don’t know that,” Jack replies.

“And you don’t not know that.”

Jack just shakes his head and takes out his own textbook and exercise book. “Did you do the extra reading this week?” he asks Bitty.

Bitty senses the topic divergence, but goes along with Jack anyway. It’s not the first time they’ve argued over the couch, and it won’t be the last.

“I did not,” Bitty answers. “But I printed it out.”

“Not quite the same thing. I’ll summarise it for you.”

Bitty smiles at Jack gratefully. “Thank you.”

-

The fourth time it happens, Bitty makes Jack move into the kitchen.

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Marceline in her every episode (18/19)

Minor appearances (click on the gifs to see the title of the episodes)

Ravenclaw Stuff (from my biased experiences)

I made this late at night, I apologize in advance. 

  • Visiting artsy coffee shops that you heard about through word of mouth- ones where the cute barista has a ton of piercings and half of the art is protesting something
  • Wearing dark lipstick even at the most casual events because why not
  • Flower crowns and full-length coats in the winter
  • Having a blog with ZERO focus because you like so many things and you can’t pick just ONE THING
  • Buying books of poetry without even flipping through them because you already know you’ll like some of it
  • Stargazing with someone you like and asking them about what they most value in life and also, did they get any more ice cream sandwiches? 
  • Having such deadpan sarcasm that people can almost never tell when you’re being sarcastic
  • Daydreaming while someone’s talking because they’re talking too slow and you already know what they’re really trying to say to you
  • Starting off a conversation about something dumb like what if dinosaurs had human hands, and abruptly transitioning to your biggest regrets from your past
  • Thinking that you failed a test because you’re highkey stressed/anxious but generally doing okay
  • Hating/loving school because some stuff you learn is awesome and cool like how sodium reacts with water and how once a Roman general had his army fight the sea but then you’ve also gotta learn BORING USELESS ANNOYING shit like the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell
  • At a party, alternating between dancing wildly and leaning against a wall hoping no one will talk to you
  • Being a nighttime person because at night you can do whatever you want and no one judges you, also why would you sleep when you can analyze the mood of various Radiohead songs
  • Trying to act like you don’t give a f*ck but actually giving more f*cks than anyone will ever realize- different from a Slytherin because when Slytherins decide they don’t give a f*ck, they REALLY don’t give a f*ck 
  • Being extra in super mundane ways- like making a nice pasta dish when you could have just made a grilled cheese
  • Ear cuffs
  • Watching birds from your window because their interactions are surprisingly intelligent and amusing 
  • Making a playlist for introspective moods you won’t tell anyone about 
  • Not being able to tell which art is good because “good” is partly a subjective concept but some things are definitely higher quality than others, and with that contradiction being the case, it’s all very confusing. Also, add in IRONIC appreciation and that just adds another layer of complexity.
  • Wait, what was the point of this? Oh yeah, now I remember. Went off on a tangent there. Tangents. Math. Lines. Okay, focused again
  • Renaissance art memes all day every day
  • Library=sanctuary, please and thank-you, let me die in a library
  • Asking people to fight you as a way of expressing your hatred of them. But you rarely mean it b/c you’re secretly a pacifist/can’t be bothered, would much rather roast someone from the sidelines
  • Inevitably does most of the work on group projects
  • Your jokes are made mainly for your own sake- bad puns, weird esoteric references, dark/morbid/awkward humor, with the occasional double entendre. You do not care if no one else gets it, you find it funny
  • Trying to teach other people about how you understand things and generally doing an okay job, except you have a habit of saying “I don’t know, I just….DO IT, ya know?” 
  • Finding yourself on random Wikipedia pages and reading the articles anyway because knowledge is power
  • Having REALLY niche interests as a kid and being VERY!!!! EXCITED!!!! about all of them. Wait, not just as a kid. Now. Always
  • Owning some sort of creative/sciencey thing as a kid. I had a planetarium model and a microscope and a bunch of modeling clay
  • Having a book stack at Barnes and Nobles that is at least four feet tall
  • Making up shitty poems for shitty situations 
  • Showing someone something unintelligible and then offering no explanation/asking them afterwards if “they got it”. Sometimes it turns out that the point was there WAS no point. Only chaos. You consider this an acceptable answer. You might just be messing with them. 
  • Recognizing and enjoying Gothic architecture
  • Starting things but rarely finishing them because you get excited about something else and suddenly the thing that you’re doing has no purpose. 
  • Being a hoarder/pack rat but only with specific kinds of objects. I suppose a lighter term for that would be “collector”
  • Taking personality quizzes deep into the night because yeah, you have a burning curiosity to know how your kitchen preferences dictates which Spice Girl you are
  • Exploring every inch of a video game because to you immersion/lore is more important than actually getting on with the quest
  • Taking a whole hour alone to design a  video game character because there is a specific role you want them to play and a backstory you have in mind and you have to make them to your exact preferences
  • Ironically, a lot of people expect Ravenclaws to be patronizing but most Ravenclaws are not. Because you have so many interests that you know others do not share, you are willing to admit that there are several kinds of knowledge and talent that are both different and valid 
  • Enjoying shows with humor so subtle/dry that you could watch them ten times and still not catch all of the jokes
  • Common sounds/gestures: Heavy sighs, face palming, gesticulating wildly (when talking about interests), rolling your eyes, half-smiles
  • Knowing how to swear in multiple languages so you won’t get caught
  • Over-packing because you can imagine a multitude of theoretical situations where you will need virtually every item you own 
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The Church teaches that some of the angels rebelled before the world was created, and got flung out of heaven and into hell. They failed, you see, that’s the point. They couldn’t do it. And they had the power of angels. Lord Asriel is just a man, with human power, no more than that. But his ambition is limitless. He dares to do what men and women don’t even dare to think. And look what he’s done already: he’s torn open the sky, he’s opened the way to another world. Who else has ever done that? Who else could think of it? 

Simon Trash #1 - snowbaz

in my defense,,, i hate writin YouTube AUs. here is a series of short YouTube AU snippets for the carry on countdown tho!! my keyboard is broken rip me

Fluff

So cute

Simon is a Youtuber. His boyfriend is his biggest fan.


“Smile, babe - you’re on camera.”

Baz throws one arm over his face, smiling quietly beneath the obstruction. Both of us laugh quietly as I seat myself over his legs, catching his silver eyes for a split-second on my camera. He chuckles and closes them again, groaning.

The next shot, I’m lying down beside him, his face blocked by lumpy white sheets. He’s smiling so wide, a rarity that only I had the privilege to witness. Neither of us speak, but he’s giggling at me like a child, batting at my hands when I try to move his ever-messy hair. Eyes swollen with sleep, barely completely opening, he stares at me with some ridiculously lovesick smile that crimps dimples into his cheeks. This is the kind of morning I want to document, film, write about - him. There’s not a thing in my life I can love more.

“Tell Youtube who you are,” I mumble on behalf of the video’s future audience. No one knows about Baz and I yet - it’s been a blissfully secret few months.

Baz sits up and addresses me over the camera. “Your boyfriend,” he smiles.

Tell them.”

“’Them’ is a camera!” He laughs, leaning on his elbow. I give him a meaningful look, unknown to the lens. Baz deflates, looking into the camera. “I’m Simon’s boyfriend. Are you happy?

The camera falls into the sheets in a cascade of our giggles. Unknown to YouTube, sure to be cut out of the final video, morning kisses are exchanged and small good mornings are whispered. Sure, not every morning is like this, not even most, but it’s a good morning no less.


×××


Baz has lipstick all over his cheeks and jaw, a distrusting glare on his face, though I can never tell if his scowl is because the lights are a bit harsh on his eyes. The swatches of colour are all smudging together, out of order, ridiculous shades of pastels and darker tones of any colour. His eyes trail the sway of my body as I lean back and forth between my make-up and my muse.

“Why?” Is all he asks. “Why is there lipstick anywhere but my lips?”

There’s no response. The words don’t quite process in my sleep-starved brain. With a start and a few sparky blinks, I stammer. “Uh, swatching,” I answer, picking up a make-up removal wipe and scrubbing at his cheeks. “Sorry, I wanted to match it with your eyes.”

Baz would smirk, I’d imagine, if he were not so alarmed at my vigorous cleaning. He frowns, hands going up to push the cloth away. I stare at him, and also not at him, deep in a daydream that is eerily similar to the present scene. My eyes are stuck viewing thoughts of him, but I’m far distant from where he’s staring back at me.

“Hey,” he beckons softly, knuckle hooked under my chin. I snap back to reality, his face focusing ahead of the rest of the room.

“Hi,” I reply, a dozy smile brightening over my face. “Sorry, I’m tired.”

His face cleans up pretty well. Despite my fatigue, I giggle and bumble my way through a video. Baz, being the quiet collaborator he is, tries harder to puck me up when he sees me dropping in energy - he brings up anecdote prompts and pokes fun at some memories of ours. It’s a video I feel proud to be making, a feel-good  video of light-hearted banter and laughs. It feels better than anything I’ve made in a while, in spite of my tired state. Maybe it’s because it’s us. Maybe it’s because it’s him.

Maybe it’s because I’m applying a sexy, dark plum lipstick around his mouth.

“Enjoying yourself there?” Baz asks.

I realise, now, I’m biting my lip. It’s certainly catching his eye. “You look good. Compliment to my work - not you.”

“Shut up.”

I finish applying the colour to his lips. “Make me.”

And he does. Passionately. Lipstick smears all over my lips, and he tastes like high end, berry infused, make-up.

“Baz!” I giggle out. “Camera! Camera!

He stops pushing into it. One last sticky, colour-clad kiss on my lips before he pulls away, and I assess the damage he’s done to his face. There’s purple in places I have never intended to put purple before. It’s hilarious, but he seems to think my pout is funnier.

“Okay, well…” I address the camera with a weak smile and face of purple. “I guess that this is done. Uh, I hope that you enjoyed the video guys! Oh, I’m so tired. Is it nap-time?”

Baz smiles and leans on my shoulder. “Yeah, it’s nap-time,” he answers.

“Bye guys!”


×××


Vidcon is not my favourite event of the year.

No, usually it’s my definition of a shit show. The resulting clusterfuck of some horrendous brain-orgy of every single hell-spawn crawling the Earth, despite opinions of others. I hate that I hate it, too. It’s so stupid, that I go to these events and expect something more than seeing viewers and spending ample amounts of time in corners, reading books on my phone.

Thing is, I’m not involved in a YouTube community. Everyone here sits in clumps and cliques of people they love and work with, taking selfies and looking like they’re having a great time - but I’m wondering when the facade ends. When do they speak like they aren’t in front of a camera, where do they lose the animation to their voices. It’s disconcerting to never feel like I’m witnessing reality. Baz always tells me to text him if it gets too much, and we poke a lot of fun at the other creators, to be honest, but it’s Baz’s way of calming me through particularly tough days.

“I don’t belong here, Baz,” I whisper into the phone. This particular corner is underpopulated and silent, save for muted screams and laughter coming from the main hall. “They’re massive accounts, I’m not as good as them.”

Baz sighs. He sounds like he’s walking somewhere, his breathing laboured and stammered. “Simon, 400,000 subscribers is no small feat,” he reminds me. “Size is nothing.”

“Ha!” I burst, incredulously. “Says you.”

“Shut up. Listen, just don’t worry about it. Your audience likes you regardless of your popularity. Don’t let numbers effect your content, yeah?”

Baz, who is always correct, is unsurprisingly correct. Maybe he should be the shitty YouTuber. “Yeah, you have a point. Where are you, by the way? Is someone chasing you?”

A pause. Baz’s line goes quiet, far more quiet than before. All I hear is a few exhausted breaths. I almost believe myself, my concern not helped when the line cuts short. Damn international calling - the quality is never usually that good, but it’s interrupted at the worst possible times. Case and point: right now.

“Baz?” I check, trying to see if the call could still be running.

“Yes, Snow?” He replies.

Not on the phone.

No, right in front of me.

Jet-lagged, exhausted, hand behind his back, but fuck - he’s here.

“Would you like to accompany me to dinner tonight?” He asks.

The sentence excites me far more than it should, but only because he’s quoting me: the first time I asked him on a date, the night of our first kiss. He even presents a single red rose to me, just like the one I stole out of the garden we were next to. We were both a bit drunk at the time, I assumed he didn’t remember that I did it. Clearly, I was wrong.

“You’re here,” I breathe, taking the rose from him. “Of course I will. You’re here.”

We embrace, and I feel as though I can finally breathe properly. The part of my life that I love the most is here, saving me from this shit-show that I got myself into. A few people have trickled in as the latest meet and greets in the main hall finish up, and I hear someone recognising Baz and I. It’s just a call (’Is that Simon Snow? And Baz?’) but Baz gives me a meaningful look as we part only slightly. The prick just smirks at me. Well, well, well. Who was right? That’s right - your boyfriend.

And after such a long time of waiting and yearning, I kiss him. The world doesn’t seem so bad anymore.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you do a tutorial on how you make psd, use them and save your own? I was also wondering what settings you use if you sharpen your gifs. Like if you use smart sharpen, opacity, or an action,and when you save for web what are your setting there? I'm new to photoshop gif making. I also get confused about fps like which numbers make it fast and slow?

Hey! thanks for asking haha my methods aren’t very special…

I’m gonna be giffing seungyoon’s first car scene from the empty mv

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Here is my version of what each Naruto canon ship would represent as a Bollywood couple dancing.

The song is called  GAL MITTHI MITTHI BOL (please check it out now!) and it plays in the end during a wedding scene when all the couples that became endgame dance to celebrate…well, their togetherness. I liked the different way each couple danced and it instantly made me think of the canon pairs from Naruto (minus Chouji-Karui. Sorry ><). Plus the song is hella catchy!

InoSai: I picked them as this pairing because of the way the woman is very free and somewhat “seductive” in the way she dances (trails her hand down her face) like Ino would. Sai I think would be happy to play along ^^;

Naruhina: The height difference :) Also their dance is very playful and goofy, and the way he hugs her is too cute ^^

Shikatema: They’re both quite tall, and they sync to their dance very well. Dorky but romantic. Also they’re the marrying couple and I like to imagine this as Shikamaru and Temari’s wedding that everyone attends in the Gaara novel (why not?) ^^

Sasusaku: Playful with a passionate twist sort of dance. The girl is the main protagonist, and she’s very outgoing, beautiful, smart, and romantic, so I thought she would fit Sakura very well. If you watch the whole music video, you can see that she tries to get her partner to dance, but he resists because he thinks it’s kind of silly (but he does it anyway, just like Sasuke would). This was a tricky choice, but if you consider Sasuke to be slightly OOC here and already redeemed from his darkness, I don’t see why he can’t attend a wedding and have fun with his queen :)

Hope you like! alabasterink november-raindrops duckiesteasmiles smileybasmah-chan bluekarma5 bhavna-madan ravinaaloveena

Sorry for the shitty quality!

i think it’s time for my non-required opinion and bare with me ‘cause I am so MAD you cannot even imagine

  • first of all, ARE YOU KIDDING? Like, is it even a video??? They spent like 20 minutes walking on a pier and that’s it. The Wellington camera would have done a better job for god’s sake. Are they all trolling us? Is this a JOKE? Of course it’s a joke to them, they believe this fandom is gonna love it regardless just because all they want is a close up of them looking randomly sexy and that’s it. LIKE HELL MY DEAR PEOPLE WHO ARE EVEN PAID TO PRODUCE A THING LIKE THAT ONE!! You have to understand that the fandom grows with the boys, and yes there is a part of them which still get excited just because they breathe but One Direction is not 16 anymore. They are growning, they have grown up so MUCH and you have to follow their growth. Most of the fans have grown up with them so PLEASE SHOW SOME RESPECT for the people who give away their blood to support this band and actually PAY for your monthly salary even if you don’t deserve ONE COIN. 
  • I think it’s time for Ben Winston to move to some other artists. Maybe Rebecca Black needs another video. Go Ben, go PLEASE.
  • The whole video is them walking in a pier morphing into each other and then….Niall does a cartwheel. In the middle of a sad video who talks about lovers who conquer all and win over everything. And they reconnect with their bodies like can you get what I am saying????? ANYTHING OF THAT VIDEO MAKES SENSE from minute 0:00 to minute 4:00.  As if the whole video wasn’t sad enough and the song wasn’t the worst choice EVER for a single, especially in this season of the year. 
  • It literally looks like they take them, put them more or less together (because they can’t even walk together anymore so probably it’s all photoshop magic of single frames, I wouldn’t be surprised) and then Ben thought 'oh, let’s put Niall doing a dumb thing, Zayn and Liam hugging because of course they can, Harry close up so people gonna get horny and Louis playing football they are gonna love it!!! LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING MEEE???????? 
  • Okay sorry for the capslock but it makes me so MAD because this band is the most powerful band in the world thanks to THE FANDOM, which is bad or good or whatever you judge but it’s the most powerful fandom EVER and these boys are so LOVED and have so much potential that they could have done ANY KIND OF VIDEO and I say A - N - Y. Literally ANYTHING could have been better than this crap. Because it is. I don’t care how good Zayn looked, how cute Harry was in the cold, how long Louis’ hair are, this is not what makes quality music videos, this is not what the band is about. These are details of the whole, a whole which is being milked for their public persona and nothing else. The video is crap, the song is a beautiful song but not meant to be a single and their team keep thinking we are accepting everything just because it’s One Direction branded so who cares if everything is SHIT, they are gonna buy it anyway!
  • They are sinking this band and it’s going low low low low and one day nobody would care anymore because 'who cares, the videos sucks just like the pr team and everything surrounding the band’ and the victim all this mess will be the boys and only the boys. Of course. Which is a pity because these guys are all equally lovely and talented and if only they had the right team behind they could be EVEN MORE than the Beatles. 
  • The video has no sense, no plot, no animating skills, anything. I could have done something better with my iphone camera. I SWEAR. And yet they keep asking Ben Winston to film their clips. Once again, you know why? They don’t CARE. They don’t care about us, about the band, they don’t care in general. The 1D formula still work? Then why changing? Why improving? Why doing an effort to thanks the fans for the support? HELL NO! Let’s carry on with the shitty videos, it’s not that the fandom deserve a good one every time!!! 
  • Okay, rant’s over. I could go on and on forever but it’s better if I don’t add anything else.
  • The only good part is Harry and Louis morphing into each other. I bet they wanted to delete that scene and cut the whole song because GOD FORBID THEY TOUCH. 
  • And I will be dreaming forever about a perfect video of Through the dark with a plot that made sense and perfect frames of the boys in the countryside singing with each other about being strong and find a way to see the light like they did when they decided to follow their dreams and apply for a talent show. Yeah. Keep dreaming Anna.