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9-04-2016 // 2:26pm
Sorry for my lack of updates, I’ve been recovering from a terrible cold. Have a picture of my Management notes on corporate culture & a cute little watercolour picture I painted as compensation ~
I received a lot of positive feedback with my previous case of colour coordinating, so I chose to do it again but with a violet colour scheme today because it (apparently) uplifts, calms the mind & nerves as well as encourages creativity. :^)

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I read ererifanatic asking for nerd!Levi and jock!Eren and I couldn’t help to draw them. 

Not really the tutoring prompt but maybe in the future I’ll draw it haha

Lapidot Week Day #1 - Water/Magnetism

Sorry this is a day late! I was REALLY hoping to get it out on time for this @lapidot-week, but I had a huge English essay as well as my Geography project to work on. This also meant I couldn’t be quite as creative as I’d liked to have been and I had to do this IN CLASS on my iPad. So quality is terrible and lacking in color, sorry!

Today’s might be an iPad doodle as well since I’ll most likely have homework tonight, but we’ll see!

Anyhow here we have Peridot holding up Lapis on a trashcan lid and Lapis holding up Peri with a water blob haha

Wholesome Week

Tuesday, January 17th – PARENTS


Sorry if this one’s kinda lack-luster, i’ve literally never really drawn any of these characters and i’m not creative enough to come up with any ideas at all for this oops. XD

oh well, forgive me.

Although to be fair i’m pretty sure this is an accurate portrayal of them.

i finally have a contribution to @gurstingasketch ‘s au Cirque du Miraculous! y’all should check it out, im super excited for it. @stormyscrapbox

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The Bookman Clan is an organization dedicated to recording and maintaining the true history of the world. They have a history of allying themselves to various sides of world-wide conflicts. 

hey guys! sorry for the lack of edits lately. my job is consuming both my energy and my creativity. anyway, THANK YOU FOR +900 FOLLOWERS!!! ♡ ♡ ♡

I’m working on it...

Sorry for the lack of activity ya’ll. I’ve been busy on top of still feeling down and not very creative. I’ve still been trying to pick at my various projects though, just to say I did, and I think it’s helping.

I have so many ideas and things I want to draw or write but I just…I can’t. It breaks my heart and I hope I can snap out of it soon.

Hope all is going well with you guys. Take care. 

by now, you would think that kennedy would know to watch where he was stepping simply because of how clumsy he was. but no, he didn’t think to watch out for that chair that wasn’t pushed under the table like it should’ve been, resulting in the coffee he was once holding bursting on the ground and going everywhere. “shit!” he slapped his hand over his mouth after the shriek escaped his lips. “i’m sorry. i’m so fu- sorry. i’ll clean it all myself, i swear!”

Sorry for the lack of updates! I’m definitely working on those active slots on the commissions list, just unfortunately had a few set backs with my day job T~T)/

Anyway I was digging through my folder of doodles and scraps to see what I can show you guys what I’ve been up to… here’s a piece I drew some time ago of my WoL in my office setting career.

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Braids (Bucky Barnes)

Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

Character: Bucky Barnes

Words: 269

Warnings: None

Request:  Hi could you pretty please write a Bucky Barnes imagine about the reader braiding his hair while he’s asleep and he wakes up and idk something happens (you’re the creative genius) please and thank you!! Xx

A/n: Hey everyone! I havent been able to access this blog for some reason until now! My tumblr has been glitchy and deleted a lot of messages for this blog and my main blog. Sorry for the lack of updates~

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PSA

Hello everyone~

It is I, admin K of jackbumplayground, a jackbum enthusiast™️️

I sincerely apologize for the lack of updates these past few weeks as believe it or not, I also have a life outside of tumblr. My schedule had been, let’s just say out of whack as I’ve advised Admin R, but we promise to be back gradually. I ask for your patience and cooperation in this^^. I promise that we will be back in full swing!

If you’re thinking that I gave up on Jackbum due to the lack of updates, well I am sorry but you’re so damn wrong! Jackbum has pretty much owned my soul and If you’re wondering how, I myself have no idea either lol. Anyway, I also would like to thank Admin R for her patience and for putting up with me *claps* she’s like, the more creative one so plenty of kudos to her!^^

xoxo,

 K

You are short (Calum)

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believedh said: “Hi I’m not sure if you’ve done one before but I was really hoping for an imagine with either Luke or Calum where your really short (I’m 5'1) xxx”

absolutely! I hope you like it! xx

(I’m sorry for my lack of creativity, I’m weak and went for the obvious “you’re reaching for something on the top shelf and need some sort of help bc you’re too short”, I hope you can still get some kind of enjoyment out of it even though it’s so mainstream)

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“Shit…” You mumble to yourself, already being able to imagine how bad this could turn out. You put one knee up onto the high chair, using your other foot to kick off the ground.

You had been sitting by your kitchen isle, writing a paper for school when you suddenly felt a very distinct crave for cocoa puffs. The only problem is that they’re literally on the highest shelf in the whole house and you being a tiny bit shorter than the rest of the world, can’t really reach them without some sort of help. You are way too stubborn to ask your Calum for help since you know that he’d just laugh at you and call you tiny like he usually does when your height has gotten in the way of things. Instead, you placed the high chair that you had just been sitting on. The only problem now is that the chair is a spin chair, which increased the risk of you falling down on your arse very much.

You manage to get up on the chair, gripping the handle on a cupboard above you to keep you from falling. You can see the cereal standing there, and all you have to do know is stand up and…

Suddenly you hear a muffled laughter coming from behind you. You sigh and roll your eyes, “shut up.” you say, knowing that your boyfriend is observing you with an amused grin on his face. You are soo close to reaching them and you refuse to turn around or let him distract you.

Calum laughs and asks, “what are you doing, babe?” As if it wasn’t obvious enough already..

“I’m trying to- AH!” The chair decides to take a spin all suddenly and if it wasn’t for the fact that you are still gripping the cupboard, you would have definitely fallen. “I’m trying to grab the cocoa puffs,” you explain. “Stop distracting me.”

“You know you could have just asked and I would have helped you, right?” Calum says, coming up next to you. 

“I know Cal, but I can’t ask you for help every time I can’t do something y my own, can I? And this is going great, I’ve almost…” You explain while carefully this time, standing up on the chair and grabbing the package. “Got ‘em!” You say and hold them up, turning around a bit too fast to show him your accomplishment. 

The chair doesn’t really want the same things as you do, because when you turn one way the chair turns the other and you lose all your balance.

You very pathetically squeak out in fear of falling hard onto the floor, but luckily Calum stood right there and successfully catches you in his arms before you hurt yourself. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Calum asks, eyes wide as he carefully puts you down on the floor. 

“I’m fine, thanks for catching me.” You say and place the cereal on the kitchen counter. You had miraculously managed to actually keep your grip of the cocoa puffs instead of dropping them which had probably ended in a chocolate disaster on the kitchen floor. 

“Please let me know the next time you need something from the top shelf.”

You roll you eyes as he pulls you to his chest by your waist and wraps his arms around you. You feel him place a kiss on the top of your head, since he is so annoyingly tall.

You tilt your head back with a pout to meet his eyes, standing on your tippy toes. “Stop being so tall, I can’t even kiss you.”

Calum laughs and bends down to press his lips to yours, taking a hold of your hips in the meantime and lifting you up. You let out a surprised squeak that is muffled by his lips, before you quickly wrap your legs around his waist.

He puts you down on the counter and pulls away with a smile. “I’m not that tall, you’re just really small, babe,” he says before adding, “it’s cute.”

“But I don’t want to be cute…” You protest.

“Why not? Isn’t that a compliment?”

“Yeah, I know, but it makes me feel as if I’m five years old.”

“Okay then, how about elegant? Too old?” He says, winking.

“Yes, definitely.” You laugh. “I think I’d rather be cute actually…”

“How about…” he pauses to think, a small smile playing on his lips, “smashing?” he dramatically says eventually. “Or outstanding? Maybe marvelous?”

You laugh again. “Okay, okay, I get it!”

“Mind blowing? Smart? Classy? Beautiful? Charming? Sexy…?”

“I get it, Calum, and I am very flattered.” You say before he can continue with something worse (not worse as in something negative, but as in something on the more sexual front). You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. 

“You’re amazing, and I’d love just as much even if you were ten feet tall or if you were three feet tall.” He says, reaching for your lips.

You kiss him quickly three times, lingering a little longer on the last one before you say, “I love you too, giant. Now stop distracting me and let me have my cocoa puffs.”

not-used-to-being-normal  asked:

Al right. My quote is "I may not see everything that is happening around me. Not even a little, but I can assure you, I'm always watching you. And I hope you don't make me stop" And, if you can, do it as a reconciliation? Like, they brook up and that

Thank you for sending in the quote!! <3 and sorry it took me forever to get back to this!

(Okay, what the ‘fight’ is about is up to your interpretation. I didn’t know what possibly could make these two truly mad at each other, so yeah. Sorry for my lack of creativity, but I hope you’ll like it nonetheless. :D)


I am sitting on the couch with my knees up, hugging a cushion to my chest. Penny is sitting on the arm chair on the left of me, watching me in concern. Baz has left about ten minutes ago. 

I feel like I’m about to start crying. I hate myself. I hate this. I’m sorry, Baz, is all I can think.

“Simon,” Penny says, but before she can say anything else I’m standing up.

“I’m going after Baz.”

“Simon, I’m not sure-”

“I need to talk to him.”


A little later I stand in front of the door of Baz’s apartment. We barely hang out here though he did give me a key, just like he has the key to Penny and mine apartment. I debate if I should let myself in or if I should knock. 

Then I hear a sound coming from inside. It’s Baz’s violin. I put the keys into the lock, he’s not going to hear me knocking now anyway. 

I step inside, staying quiet and I walk towards his bedroom where he’s playing the violin. Baz’s apartment is very small, which is why we prefer mine. Though we do go here when we need privacy or when Penny is absolutely done with us. 

I stand in front of Baz’s bedroom door. I hear him playing inside. He’s playing a rushed and harsh melody. I hear him screw up a few times and it sounds like Baz is growling. I want to walk in and make him feel at ease, but I hesitate.

Baz had stormed out of my apartment earlier, he had seemed to be very done with me. He probably doesn’t want me here. Though, I’m not done with him. I’m never done with him. 

Before I can knock or make any gesture to let Baz know I’m standing in front of his bedroom door Baz comes out of his bedroom and runs into me, literally. Baz reacts on impulse and before I know it his fists hits my right in my jaw. 

“Ouch” I shout and I crouch down. “Baz, it’s me.” 

Baz looks down on me with a perplexed expression on his face.

“What the fuck, Snow.” 

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. 

Baz has a conflicted look on his face. He’s probably thinking about whether he should help me up or not. I make it easy for him by just standing up myself.

I stand in front of Baz. We’re both looking at each other and I don’t know what to say.  

“What are you doing here?” Baz asks as he turns his vision away from me, looking past me like he doesn’t care for me at all. It hurts. 

“Baz,” is all I can bring out. I just want to throw my arms around him. I want to kiss him. I want to know that everything is alright. I want to feel that everything is alright.

“Baz, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m so stupid.”

He looks at me, his eyes cold. “Yes, you really are stupid.”

“Uh, yeah. But I’m sorry Baz. I’m sorry that I don’t think about what I say. I’m sorry that I can’t read people the way you can. I’m sorry that I’m a horrible boyfriend. But, I may not see everything that is happening around me. Not even a little, but I can assure you, I’m always watching you. And I hope you don’t make me stop. Baz I’m truly sorry, please don’t turn away from me. Please. I know I’ve done wrong and I want a chance at doing better, because you deserve better.”

I don’t think I’ve ever said so many words in one go. Baz looks at me. I can see he’s fighting his emotions. Debating between showing what he feels or just shutting me out. 

“Baz, please.” I say and I can feel my eyes watering. 

I see his eyes soften a bit. “Simon-”

I throw my arms around him, I can’t help it. I hug him and I tell him I’m sorry over and over. 

After standing like that for a little while I feel Baz’s arms slide around my waist. We hold each other. 

“Simon, I’m not breaking up with you if that’s what you were thinking.”

I bring out a sigh of relief. I’m not loosing him.

“We’ve been fighting since we were eleven, Simon. Has it ever made me turn away from you? I don’t think it’s neither physically nor mentally possible for me to turn my back to you. Yes you are stupid and I hate you. But I love you as well and I just needed some time to sort myself out.”

I nod and break free from our embrace. “I’m still sorry though.”

“You better be. I’m still upset.”

“You have the right to be.”

Baz stares at me, intensely. I don’t think either of us is really making an effort in moving, but for some reason our faces keep coming closer to each others. Our lips meet and we kiss passionately. My hands in his soft hair and his hands on the small of my back, pushing me closer to him. 

When we break apart I tell him sorry again. 

“Yeah, well, now you can go,” Baz says. “I don’t want to see you tonight.”

“Okay,” I say quietly. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Probably.” 

I nod and give him a quick kiss before I leave. He sneers at me. 

I walk out of the apartment, smiling to myself. 


Send me a quote/general request and I’ll write a short snowbaz fic/blurb!! 

I am a self proclaimed Gryffindor. I have Gryffindor pride. I wear my gold and red like a flaming torch (I wouldn’t advise actually wearing a flaming torch)

If the sorting hat had actually been placed on my head, I believe that I could have been sorted into Ravenclaw because I value creativity and wit or yes, even Hufflepuff because I believe in peace and loyalty (though tbh I suck at the selfless part) Nothing against Slytherin, but I lack the cunning or dedication for your house. My respects to you.

Ron Weasley seems to get bad rap. He’s not as smart as Hermione or brave as Harry. He can be a little dense and needy. But I’ve always been able to relate to him. Walking through life with a constantly breaking wand, hand me downs, living in the shadows of others, wanting to succeed in areas that I just don’t have the skills for, fear of spiders.  

Maybe Ron shouldn’t have been sorted into Gryffindor. Maybe I shouldn’t. But then again maybe Gryffindor isn’t for the people who are ALREADY brave, but for those who have the potential to be brave. “Brave at heart”. That’s the motto isn’t it?

I’ll admit that I’m not brave. Like, at all. I go outside, see a bee, and I’m back inside before that buzzing little monster can spot me. If I can’t immediately find an entrance to a building, I leave instead of walking around aimlessly or God forbid, ask someone for help. When I go to an event where I don’t know anybody, I stay in my car for twenty minutes watching all the people inside laughing and hugging until they disperse (that’s not stalkerish at all). 

I’m not a Gryffindor because I’m brave, I’m a Gryffindor because I want to be brave, because I need to be brave.

So in the famous words of Chris Crocker: “LEAVE RON WEASLEY ALONE!”

(P.S. I’m sorry for the incredibly out-of-date internet reference)