sorry i know it's lame

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► • • MLeditorappreciationweek: Day 6 → Dialogue/Typography.

Get ready, here comes the rising tide.

Special mention: @taeyanq for the gif resources!!

Episode 12x01 spoilers, watch out for unoriginality since people have probably already done this

@destieldrabblesdaily Shirley this is all your fault (I guess you could say happy really late birthday I don’t know)

I saw it and then I had to do it I HAD TO DO IT

It’s official now Benny can play piano I’m going to worm that into all of the oneshots I’ve written somEHOW

Bonus starstruck Ethan:

“MY BOYFRIEND PLAYS SO GOOD???”

anonymous asked:

I know this is a bit more serious than your normal awesome anons so I'm sorry, but I really look up to you as an artist and wanted to know if/how you deal with negative feelings about your art? I just spent the past hour trying to draw anything remotely good and I'm crying and so frustrated and hopeless. It doesn't help that I keep giving up for months on end but it's so hard to deal with. Do you have any advice? I'm sorry you don't have to answer I know it's not a cute or funny ask I'm sorry

Please don’t feel the need to apologize, I appreciate your ask, it’s okay!
I understand what you’re going through, especially since I constantly feel like I’m disappointing myself or that I can do so much better. For me, I think the best thing to do is to not deprecate yourself. You’re doing your best, and it’s amazing that you decided to pick up a pencil today, you’re doing great already! 

Try to find the things that you’ve done well in your drawings! Maybe that one brush stroke was really smooth and your lines are amazing or that color looks really good and that one circle actually looks like a circle. Even if it’s a really small detail or something you liked during your drawing process, then you’re succeeding !!

Take your time, and be lenient with yourself. If it feels like you’ve been drawing for hours and nothing turns out the way you want it to, take a break. you can come back to it later, you did your best for the day, it’s okay
Allow yourself to doodle whatever else is on your mind without thinking about how good it should turn out, kind of like as stress-reliever or just to blep down silly ideas

Be proud of what you can do because you’re giving it your all, you’re constantly improving with every line you make, and you’re the only one who can draw the way you do! even if it wasn’t a complete piece, whatever you’ve drawn is already making you a better artist, so please keep going <:

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OC allergy fic (Theo)
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Theo didn’t even know what to say at this point. He knew he should be thanking him, and Anika. Why were they being so nice?! He felt like maybe if he didn’t speak and stayed as quiet as possible, he would cease to exist and hopefully evaporate and everyone would forget about him and, by extension, this mortifying event.

He was just grateful they weren’t telling him he was stupid or gross. Or at the very least, if they were thinking it, they weren’t saying it..

He snapped out of the downward spiral when he heard Venn say his name.

“Theo. You came here with a bag didn’t you?”

Theo sniffled. “Uh …mhm. I think, I dropped it by the counter.”

“Do yooouuu have anything in there for when things like this happen?” Venn asked, retrieving the bag and sitting it on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“If there is, it’ll be in the front pocket,” Theo recalled.

Venn unzipped the section, pulling it open. “shit, it’s like a mini pharmacy in here.”

“Is it?” He huffed a nervous laugh “I use that bag for everything so, I don’t know, some of the things in there are probabliih- not even good anymore–hh” Theo sniffled again, the tingling itch had begun working its way up his nose-bridge. He plucked some new tissues from the box, breaths short and choppy, and cupped them around his lower face.

Venn was quick to catch on. “If you’re gonna do it just, give me some warning so I know when to shield my head or something.”

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HEY I THINK I FIGURED OUT HOW TO POST VIDEOS!!!!!!!! here is a dorky video of my talking, im super lame and also SORRY FOR MY HORRIBLE SHAKY HANDS OTL

I decided to draw Rocco from his intense ranked battle days for my sweet bun @squid-nerds ♥ ♥ ♥ Ranked battles are too intense for this squib. 

Sweet Christmas.

May Santa bring you all the love and the happiness you deserve.

Merry Christmas everyone ♡




They had just begun the aperitif when her mobile phone buzzed in the pocket of her skirt.

‘im bored’

Riko uncharacteristically snorted after reading her best friend’s message, earning a not-so-happy but curious look from her mother. She waved one of her hands, apologetic, before placing her phone back on her lap. She knew she didn’t need to have it with her on Christmas Eve, but she also knew that You was going to send her texts, asking for her support while they were apart, both spending Christmas Eve with their respective families.

You had never been fond of Christmas.
Riko knew it was because of her father’s absence. He suddenly left, when You was 10 years old, on Christmas Eve, and never came back. He had never been the perfect father, someone who was here for his wife and only daughter -no, far from it. His passion for boats and the sea itself ate him alive,
stole him, so much that he was always elsewhere, on a trip on his own boat. Her wife accepted it, raising their child alone, and always trying to convince herself that one day, he would be here with her and little You.

It happened. Several times a year ; but only for celebrations. It was enough, though. You was always happy to see her father come back -she had always looked up to him. She had always idolized him, his freedom, due to her mother mollycoddling her.

But one day, he left, and for real this time, leaving a deep hole in You’s heart.

Riko snapped out of her reverie when she felt someone gently shaking her arm. It was her cousin, way younger than her, pointing at her mother, who sat in front of her across the table. She signed, 'Who was it?’ -and Riko only traced an anchor in the middle of her collarbone as an answer.

A soft smile from her mother and Riko brightened, clearly knowing that even if it was the aperitif, she had the right to reply to You for the moment. She received a text almost immediately after sending her own answer : 'help me riko-chan’. She giggled, asked how she could help her.

But her eyes widened at You’s third text.

'tell me where u r’

'You-chan, don’t tell me you want to come ?’

'ya’ -and Riko’s golden eyes widened once again.

'But You-chan, I’m in Atami at my aunt’s place, it’s too far !’

'its fine’

She did not have the time to answer that You had already sent her another text, 'ill be fine ill see u after dinner’

'You-chan !!’

But You never typed a seventh message.




Riko hastily grabs her scarf and her jacket as she rushes to the door … Only to be interrupted by her mother, who has just grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop dead in her track.

“Where are you going? It’s past midnight and we haven’t even eaten the Yule log!”

Riko lipreads and quickly signs, 'I’ll explain later, please Mama, I’ll stay in front of the portal’. The adult frowns and reluctantly lets go of her daughter, who gives up and draws the anchor on her collarbone for the second time that night. Her mother arches an eyebrow, surprised, and Riko nods one last time before dashing outside.

'You are crazy You-chan, do you know that’, Riko wildly signs once the door has closed behind her, while she approaches her panting ashen haired best friend, who has just gotten off her bike. 'What about your mother, have you at least told her?’

Under the orangey street light, You nervously rubs the back of her head while giggling -and these are the kind of moments when Riko regrets being deaf.

“I’m sorry, but I really wanted to see you,” Riko lipreads, and her features considerably soften.

'You-chan, you idiot’, the red haired girl signs, before playfully slapping You’s shoulder, eliciting another silent giggle.

“I’m glad I came here, though,” You tenderly smiles at her and, without warning, wraps her arms around the deaf girl, pulling her into a hug.

Riko does not react at first, completely caught off guard, but she soon returns the embrace, her arms now around You’s shoulders whereas she has found a spot in her neck, tucking her head right here. They stay in this position, You basking in Riko’s warmth, and Riko enjoying the slowdown of You’s heartbeat against her nose -she has ridden her bike from her house to here, after all.
The golden eyed girl smiles when a light peck is planted on her hair, and she replies with a soft one on You’s jawline, before the two girls face each other.

Sweet looks are exchanged, shy smiles are shared, and a light blush appears on their cheeks.
As You tightens her grip around her best friend’s slender waist and whispers 'Merry Christmas’, Riko happily closes her eyes and rests her forehead against You’s, both ignorant of the first snowflakes dancing around them.