stupid drawings that i done did

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…I wonder if that was actually a good decision to make there, Kuroo

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Not witchcraft, ~*~MAGIC~*~

I could combine BATIM with SPG for stupid comics all day xD I’ll also stay up until 3 AM making said comics and be exhausted - WORTH IT THOUGH.

edit from the following morning - help im dead inside

Please don’t tag as kin/me - Please don’t repost to other websites - Please don’t remove caption ✮

Teachers don't like drawing

So I was in study hall at the end of school just siting at my desk and I had just finished my homework cuz I’m a good little boy. So because I’m done and I literally have nothing else to do, no book to read,no homework to do, I pull out my art book and start drawing. Only last about a minute, then muted her comes over and said “put your art book away and do something productive” she walked away and my friend looked at me with this confused face, then I just sat their literally doing nothing for literally almost 40 minutes and she did nothing tell school was over. (Fun fact is that drawing is actually good for the brain, stupid teachers who think that drawing is stupid)

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part final (lol sorry xD)
part 1


sorry sorry sorry!!!! (not sorry ewe)
but the final of the comic i have it ready from the beginning…..
so yeah xD ….no but the true sorry,….is for the wait…..i’m really sorry
for that…..i had a art block….and other things …so yeah ….but is done xD
I DON’T KNOW IF I WRITE CORRECTLY XD


Ninette Week: Day 4 - Ladybug and Miraculous!Nino

So, yeah, remember that thing I mentioned about ret-conning a scene with Ladybug and Emerald Shell?

Here it is, from Chapter 18. (Is this cheating? This might be cheating. Oh well.)

Enjoy! <3


“You know, you probably made him fall in love with you just then,” Shell remarked as Ladybug approached. She snorted softly, something that amused and frustrated him, as if she was doubtful that anyone would fall in love with her just like that.

“He’s a kid; he can’t even spell ‘love’.”

“Don’t underestimate him because he’s young,” Shell warned her in a dire tone that was ruined by his grin. “He nearly conquered Paris in one night in his very short reign as king.”

“Hmm. Well, I have always wanted my own kingdom,” Ladybug mused as she and Shell scampered off before press or protesters could catch them unaware. “You know, big castle, moat, drawbridge—”

“I know someone who’s rich enough to pull that off,” Shell teased, grinning when Ladybug’s face flushed red to match her mask. She was so cute. “So when is that going to start being a thing again?”

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Week 4: pipeyna (congratulations, your badassness level just doubled)

I mean seriously they are so cool! I could have done something a bit more serious but I like the idea of Piper trying to put Reyna at ease by doing stupid things and pranks like throwing herself in Reyna’s arms and yelling “CATCH!”

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ahhh, why i ignored the fact that “A Werecat in London”  is SO GOOD, MAGNIFICENT AND… SENSUAL FIC *blushes*
i.. i dont even like stories about werewolfs (and i cant draw them, huh….) and anythin like that, but daaamn i decided to try and i just regret that i did it a while ago

and i feel ashamed that i cant draw Chat as a werecat like he has to look like, because my imagination (but mostly my stupid english) gives me, um, a different picture

and, yeah, its a special moment when i love OCs in the fic 
((its not literally moment from it lmao))

hey @i-am-thornqueen thank you for this masterpiece which makes my day a way better and sorry for that inaccurate watercolor scribbles, hah

MS Paint blood tutorial!

So some people have asked for a tutorial on blood in MS Paint – here’s what I know!

Before we get to it, I’d like to explain something:

First off, I’d like to clarify what shade of red fits the colour of blood the most.

The one on the left is the default red in Paint if you leave it unedited. Please, don’t ever use pure red for blood haha. Some possibly newer artists use it, and well, blood isn’t that saturated haha; it looks very neon and unrealistic. By observing real pictures you’d notice that blood isn’t that red, and it’s a lot darker than the red hue – like the picture on the right.

Well, let’s start with blood splatters. Some think this is tricky or tedious, but with a program like Paint it’s best if we keep it simple, but effective!

I’ll be showing some techniques on different blood splatters.

I believe this one is usually used when blood is splattered across the wall. I’m not entirely sure if it really works that way though, I just observed it in movies and anime soooo, please correct me if I’m wrong!

This one is very simple and easy – just start with a few circles of varying sizes and draw around it to make it look like it’s splattered.

Now this one is a bit more complicated. Compared to the first two, this is very messy – the blood is literally going everywhere and is making different kinds of trails: long, short; straight, curved. Just play around with the brush sizes, put some tiny specks of blood here and there. I also used the technique above with the circles in the fourth picture.

Alright, so let’s get into it. First we have the clothes. I’ve noticed some artists do it like this:

Which isn’t how blood works on clothes haha. It looks like stickers placed onto the shirt. Paint isn’t the best program if you want to achieve realistic-looking blood, but hey, let’s make do with what we’ve got for now!

Unfortunately, we can’t use any of the techniques above for clothes because it works in a different way. As you know, for most clothing, any liquid that makes contact with it is absorbed by the fabric and it soaks there, and that includes blood. So since it soaks, it appears a bit more, well, the edges don’t look as sharp. I mean, it doesn’t look solid – when you draw or colour it, it looks more “airbrushed”, if you paint or draw it. Example:

Woah man, ya gotta change before someone calls the cops Well, I understand it’s not the most realistic but hey, this is Paint we’re dealing with haha

So let’s get into it and test it out. Here’s your typical edgy-as-fuck drawing that we want to put some blood into to make it even more edgy than it already is:

(You get a cookie if you guess where it’s from ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Let’s say that little Rin-chan just got back from one of her “duties”, and she’s obviously covered in blood unless she’s like a serial killer and isn’t messy at all but let’s pretend she isn’t for the sake of this tutorial haha

Now let’s add some blood to her clothes (for the procedure, I posted a tutorial about it).

Next, add the blood for the face, hair, knife, etc. It’s pretty much like the first technique I mentioned at the beginning. For the knife though, since Rin’s has been doing a lot of cutting, the blood’s only at the edges of the blade and some splattered across the surface, like this:

On the other hand, if the knife has been used for stabbing, it pierces through the body, right? Therefore the blood is coating nearly the entire blade, if not the whole thing:

Alright, so let’s add a little something extra – dripping blood:

Let’s apply this kind of blood into the background.

The general idea of doing backgrounds in MS Paint is to draw your subject/s on a plain white canvas, and draw whatever you want your background to be on a new one. Then just copy the entire image of your subject (make sure it’s set to transparent selection again) and just paste it on the background you made, and that’s it. Simple as that. I might make a more detailed tutorial for backgrounds if anyone’s interested, just ask me haha

For this particular drawing, however, I was stupid enough to draw an unfinished background along with the subject sooooo I’ll just do it the hard way haha, the result will be the same anyway.

So here it is with the dripping blood added to the background:

Aaaaand that’s it, our picture is done and 23874083712% more edgy!

Well, since Rin is bloodier than she’s supposed to be maybe she did much more than cut off people’s arms.

Anyway, I hope you find this tutorial somewhat useful! As I’ve said, it might not be the most realistic-looking blood, but it’s quite tricky with a program like Paint. And hey, as long as we do our best with it haha. If something wasn’t clear, just ask me and I’ll be happy to help! :D

My seminar paper is done and submitted for reviewing! Yay! Now there’s like a week of fooling around before all that other shit I need to get done.
 So, I started drawing Severan and Ananthe, my two rather new characters from an original setting of mine. Severan is a young, brazen (read: stupid) meat-eater elf (of whose hangover I did a painting of too), with a bit of cat in his blood. He is also a reiteration of my old Dark Heresy character, but way less like Kanda. Like totes.
 Ananthe (right in the picture) is far older and wiser, half and half of a regular elf and a meat-eater elf. He and Severan have a complicated relationship which has a lot of Ananthe being pretty fed up with Severan’s bullshit, like in this picture.

Imagine having to give Dean his present a little late...

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

He opened the door to the bunker as softly as possible, the light of the moon beaming in as he and his brother sneak in, blood splattered on their clothes from the latest hunt.
Upon closing the door they saw that the house was lit up by the soft glow of Christmas lights. For around the banister was lights and blue garland covered in sliver snowflakes. The tree, which was two days overdue, still sat in the middle of the space, the lights on, and the cheap, plastic, colorful bulbs hung all over it. Under the tree, however, was not presents of every shape size and color, but pine needles, which demanded sweeping. The smell of Gingerbread still could be sensed in the home.
“So do you really think she isn’t mad that we missed Christmas?” Sam whispered as they both started down the stairs.
“ When I called her on Christmas and explained that we weren’t going to be here she seemed fine with it, and told us to be careful and not worry about her.”
“Yeah, and we promised her we wouldn’t work on Christmas, and. Then promised we be back by Christmas for the party she wanted to throw.”
“Sam I am sure she is fine. Now you go get some sleep, or shower cause you smell like ass.”
“Hey you were the one who decided that a hotel with no water was a good place to stay the past 4 days.” Sam quietly smiled before heading into his own room, as Dean placed his hand on the handle of his shared bedroom, unsure exactly what he would find when he opened the door.

When he opened the bedroom he saw you laying in the memory foam, your figured illuminated by the soft glow of the Christmas lights hung in the room. As he got closer, he could see the features of your body, for most of it was hidden under the bulging comforter over the bed, it looked as though you were curled in a ball however. Your hair was laying on the pillow under your head, your mouth slightly opened, and your eyes fluttering in your sleep. The breathes you took barely were audible, the only sigh of them was the slight raising and falling of the bulge on one side. He smiled as he gently rubbed a callused hand over your head, and softly sneak to the bathroom to shower. A smile spread across your face as you listened to the bathroom door close.

When Dean reopened the door, his hair was dripping wet, and his body covered only by a pair of baggy sweatpants, which you bought him in the beginning of your relationship. He noticed that you had moved over to the other side of the bed, a smile slowly forming as he realized you were waiting for him.
He slowly climbed into the comforter and nestled his head onto your shoulder as you hummed, leaning your back into him, his arms engulfing your frame, as your hands wrapped his hands.
“Merry Christmas babe.” He whispered in your ear, he could feel your whole body shivers against him when he did.
“Merry December 27th. How was the case?”
“Long, the stupid vampires were not where we expected, turns out instead of being in a creepy abandoned mansion, they were in a heavily populated night club. So we had to draw them out, which was slightly harder but we got it done.”
“Well I am glad you are home, I have a present for you.” You whispered.
“Is it you? Because I would love to unwrap that present.” You giggled at his response as you rolled out of Dean’s grasp, and reached towards the night stand drawer.

“Well seeing how you have seen that gift multiple times already, I figured I would try to get you something different.” You beamed as you handed him a small box, which was wrapped in pale green wrapping paper and decorated with a shiny red bow.

“Is it a box of Cond…” He started however you just raised your hand towards him.

“I will not tell you what is in it, so I guess you have to open it to find out what it is.” You replied as he slowly started to open the paper around it, careful not to ruin the paper as he did. His eyes meeting the top of your head, as he observed you watching his hands play with the wrapping. His eyes then fell back upon the closed box, and upon opening it he discovered a engraved, metallic flask.

“No way, where the hell did you find a Metallica flask?” He asked as he started to pick it up, feeling that it was slightly weighted.

“Ebay, plus I went to the story the other day after the party, since Bobby accidentally drank all your supply, and bought you a newer and bigger bottle of whiskey. I figured I would fill it too this afternoon. So it should still be…”

The rest of your sentence was lost however, when Dean crashed his chapped lips into yours, and slowly began making out with you, as he did he softly whispered, “Best present ever.”

“You think that is good, you should se….” Your sentence was once again lost though at the sound of Sam throwing your door open and the sound of bells as a lump of golden fur leapt up onto your bed.

“Oh no no no no no.” Dean started as the lump of fur collapsed into your legs, as your hand began to pet the lump.

“Dean, she might be the best girlfriend you have ever had.” He exclaimed as you giggled at the thing fallen next to your legs. Dean watched as you interacted with the fur ball and sighed lovingly, “Yeah, she really is.”

If You Wanted Honesty

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance, Drama

Summary: Sequel to The Five Of Us Are Dying (x). It’s 2011, and after performing a sold-out show in Boise, Gerard demands the answer you promised. ¼ of my The Five Of Us…. Alternate Endings series. 

So much had happened since 2006.

Two years’ worth of touring in support of Black Parade has worn you and the other members of My Chemical Romance out, physically, psychologically, and creatively. The stress caused by your accidental confession had only made it worse. You were constantly worried that the boys would figure out it was Gerard you liked, and that it would ruin your friendship with all of them.

You couldn’t tell Gerard the truth. What if you two dated and then broke up? What would happen to the band? What if Mikey, or Frank, or Ray, had feelings for you, and got so jealous that you reciprocated Gerard’s that they couldn’t work with him anymore? The band’s success was the most important thing to you. It meant the world not just to you and the other members, but to thousands of fans across the globe. If MCR broke up because of your stupid crush on Gerard, the tabloids would call you the next Yoko Ono.

You couldn’t have that, and so, for years, you stifled your feelings. It made you feel distracted and unfulfilled and it even started affected your drumming. Maybe that was why Conventional Weapons tanked. But, now, after some time apart from your band, you thought you’d finally got your head on straight. You’d successfully helped record Danger Days, and now the band was back on tour again.

You were on stage, in front of an arena full of kids, drumming your heart out. Even though you’d been the drummer of My Chemical Romance for seven years now, you still got nervous sometimes that you were going to slip up and play the wrong note. You put all your focus into tapping the skins, hitting the rims, getting the beat just right. After all, if you fucked up, it would throw everyone else’s timing off.

You were sweating with the effort when you successfully finished the last song of the set. It was “Helena” – closing the show with that tune had become a tradition by now. You never got tired of hearing the fans sing “So long and goodnight” along with Gerard.

“I hope you had a great time tonight, Boise!” Gerard shouted to the crowd.

Wait…..Boise? you thought. You hadn’t even remembered what city you were in tonight. When the tour bus took you to a new city every single night, they all started to blur together after a while. It was always get there, play your songs, get out – no time to rest or even think.

But the name Boise was suddenly making you think very hard – about something you hadn’t thought about in five years. Or, at least, had been trying not to think about.

“Do you guys remember a little scandal the band had, all the way back in 2006?” Gerard spoke into the mic. “It was all over the tabloids back then, wasn’t it? Y/N said in an interview that she had a little crush on one of us boys, but she wouldn’t say who it was on!”

The crowd screamed in response. You couldn’t even tell if it was a “yay” or a “boo”, but it certainly got a rise out of them.

“I remember all the fans went on the message boards, like, ‘OMG, who do you think her crush is?’”, Gerard continued.  “And I know some of you guys wrote your little fanfictions about it……”

Wait, what?! People shipped you with Gerard? You knew that some people had written fanfic about Frank and Gerard. That was why the two of them had stopped acting so touchy on stage. But, you never realized there was fic about you. It wasn’t like you ever read that shit anyway. The idea that there was badly written porn out there about your four closest friends was incredibly awkward to you.

But, given the way the crowd was cheering, you and Gerard must be a lot of people’s OTP. How crazy was that?

“Now, you guys don’t know this,” Gerard smirked, “but five years ago, when we were still on the Black Parade World Tour, Y/N made us a promise.”

Oh, god, you thought. He wasn’t seriously going to hold you to that…..

“Y/N said that if we ever did a show in Boise, she would tell us the truth about who she liked!” Gerard announced. “Well, my dear little Idaho Killjoys, it looks like tonight’s the night!”

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Bucky doesn’t know why it takes him so long to notice.

No, he knows why it does. Because he’s heard stories about Tony, from Steve, from Natasha, from Sam and Clint and Wanda and even Scott, and it seems like his stupid brain is intent on not dispelling those myths until actually forced to.

Yes, he knows Tony cares a lot about people. Tony’s not some guy carelessly wrecking his way through life. He’s dispelled the big myths and more about Tony in the time the man has let him hang around. They live in the same place, and Tony helped with BARF and helps him with the arm, and Bucky thinks he knows the man pretty well by now.

Somehow, he missed the fact that, despite what everyone says, Tony doesn’t brush off the harsh words of others. On the contrary. It sits and it simmers and hurts.

It really clicks one day in the lab. He’s at the bench, putting the arm through some fine-motor paces for FRIDAY to monitor, while Tony and Rhodey talk a few benches over.

Rhodey clasps Tony’s shoulder, rubs his thumb over the worn t-shirt for a second. “Thanks, Tones,” he says, voice warm. “You did great.”

It takes about fifteen seconds and Rhodey leaves when he’s done, off to go train, but Tony’s blushing a bit and smiling softly.

Bucky’s eyes narrow. He forgets to keep drawing stupid little spirals for a second.

Four days later, Pepper stops in to hand Tony a stack of paperwork approximately as think as Bucky’s arm. Tony hands her a stack in turn, clearly read and signed. Pepper blinks, then flips through them. “Thanks, Tony,” she says. “I appreciate it.”

Tony smiles softly, ducking his head like it’s a secret.

The Spider-kid is rambling on as they walk into the room, gesticulating wildly with his free hand, the other hand clasped around some piece of technology. “–Never even thought of something this cool, it’s amazing, Mr. Stark, really, what you did is amazing, and showing me how to do it, just like that–I appreciate it,” he cuts off lamely, realizing he’s been rambling.

Tony’s smiling and blushing a bit. He says something in turn to the kid but Bucky’s not paying attention, watching the flush.

Tony likes–Tony likes the words, Tony lights up and glows and goes soft under praise. Tony flushes at even just being thanked for things.

There’s something to that that Bucky will have to think about later–like how Tony’s not feeling like that all the time, how it’s such a special, novel experience it still sets him blushing, considering how many amazing things Tony does every day, they should be constantly thanking him for the amazing things he does, extolling his virtues. But for now, Bucky thinks about the shy little head-ducked smile, the blush.

About ways to bring it out himself. About situations he could bring it out in. About how far that blush goes, and what will happen when he tells Tony how pretty he looks, blushing like that.

Next time he’s in the lab, he thanks Tony for the arm. “The work you’ve done, it’s amazing–don’t remember it ever being this good,” he says earnestly.

Tony does blush, but only a little. Mostly he looks at Bucky, confused, and Bucky isn’t sure where he went wrong, but he’ll have to think about it and try again.

Bucky compliments Tony on dinner that night. It’s pasta from a box and sauce from a jar and meatballs from the freezer, but it’s food on the table and it wouldn’t have gotten made if Tony didn’t do it. Tony eyes him curiously.

Now Bucky’s getting desperate. He’s failing. How can others make Tony blush and smile and duck his head so easily, draw out that happy, satisfied little reaction when Bucky, no matter how hard he tries, can’t?

“Your eyes,” he blurts out a day or so later, back in the lab, just the two of them. “Your eyes are really beautiful, doll. Just wanted you to know.”

Now Tony’s looking at him downright suspiciously. “What’s going on here, Bucky?”

“Can’t a guy give a compliment?”

Tony’s eyes narrow even further. “What do you want?”

“Nothing!” Bucky says, even if it’s not precisely true. Still, he’s not here fishing for money or tech or any of the things people might chase after Tony for usually. He just wants…

He wants Tony to blush like that for him, more for him than anyone else. Wants to draw it out as often as he can, make Tony feel that happy little blushy feeling. Wants to give that to him. Wants to know how to better than anyone else.

He wants Tony, really.

“Other people can say nice things to ya and you don’t give them the third degree,” Bucky pouts.

“Other people I trust.”

That feels like a slap in the face. “You don’t trust me?”

“I’m working on it,” Tony says defensively. “I don’t…it’s not on you, it’s on me, okay? I’m working on it but it’s taking some time, for all of you. I can’t just forget, even if in some cases I might want to. It doesn’t work like that.”

“And I can’t compliment you?”

“Compliments from people I trust are…” Tony seems unwilling to define his own feelings on them. “Nice. Compliments from other people? Historically, really great ploys to take advantage of trusting old me.”

Bucky sighs, but he gets it. “Okay,” he says. It’s disheartening, to know his fantasies and dreams are on hold, maybe permanent hold, but he will just have to wait. “Take your time,” he says. “I’ll be waiting to tell you every nice thing I’ve been thinking about you, whenever you’re ready. You just let me know if you want to hear it.”

Catharsis - for day four of @pynchweek

tw for abuse/homophobia

Adam looks down at the card in his hand, drawn on pink poster paper and covered in glitter and Opal’s drawings (a bee, and a deer with seven eyes and only three legs.)

DaDDy anD Kerah,

I hatE you lEss than thE rEst

I am giving you my favouritE stick to ProvE it

from oPal.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Shit. Opal is waiting, looking at him and Ronan expectantly, and Adam can’t think. He is abruptly on the verge of tears, fists clenched, thoughts boiling. Ronan looks at him, concerned. Adam forces a smile.

“That’s great, Opal. Nice capital letters.”

“Thanks,” she says, proud. “Also, can I have my stick back? I gave it on a borrow. A short borrow.”

Ronan snorts and untapes the stick, handing it back and ruffling her hair. “Go and visit chainsaw and her babies. They need feeding.”

Opal puts her stick in her mouth and marches off outside. Adam exhales shakily.

“Adam?”

“I – give me a minute,” he says, sinking down onto the couch. Daddy. She called him Daddy. He… was a father. Adam couldn’t be a father. He didn’t know how. He only knew the opposite of how. The pink glitter card sent him back into his past, returning from kindergarten with his own card, pink paper and all, proudly presenting it to his father, heart beating with excitement.

His teacher said Dads liked father’s days cards. She said his dad would love it. She said he would be happy with Adam. And he believed her – he’d never made a card for his dad before, and maybe that was what he had been doing wrong – maybe he just didn’t know how to be a good son yet, but his teacher did, and now it was going to be OK and his dad would love the card and then they’d go outside and play football like his friends did with their dads on Sundays.

It’s like he is five years old again, holding out his hope in a cheap paper card, a drawing of himself and his father done in red crayon, I love you daddy written on the inside.

Pink is gay,” his father says, looking at the card like he looks at Adam when he wets himself. “I’ve told you pink is gay, haven’t I? This is a stupid card. I can’t believe I pay tax to fund education like this.”

The card is ripped in half and thrown in the bin, flakes of silver glitter sticking to the lino of the floor. Adam doesn’t cry – his dad doesn’t like it when he cries (crying is for girls. Are you a girl?) (no daddy.) (what are you?) (stupid.)

He hasn’t made a card since. And he doesn’t trust teachers. But he remembers, and he wonders if Opal felt that hope handing him that card, and he wonders if she ever doubts his devotion to her, and he wonders if he says I love you enough for her to believe it.

A tear rolls down his cheek, dripping from his chin. Ronan catches it on his finger, kneeling on the floor in front of him. “Hey,” he whispers. “It’s OK. It’s OK – you’re here. Everything is fine.”

Adam looks at Ronan and sees what he didn’t have. Ronan knows how to be a father – Ronan knows how to joke without being cruel, knows how to encourage Opal without deluding her, knows when to make her eat vegetables and when to let her eat ice cream for breakfast. Ronan’s affection comes easily, naturally, warmly.

“I’m awful at this,” Adam says. It comes out as a sob. Ronan just waits. He knows when to listen. “I… I’m not qualified to be a father. I’ll mess her up. Break her. Ruin her.”

“Adam?” Ronan says, lifting his chin. It takes a lot of effort to meet Ronan’s eyes. “You are not ruining her. You are helping her to grow, every day. You are caring for her. You taught her to read.”

Adam sniffs, mind still jumping between past and present, to late nights and tear stained pillows, lost and longing for affection.

“Are you listening? You are doing well. You are not your father.”

“I just couldn’t bear it if… if I ever made her feel anything like he made me feel,” Adam says, and this is new ground, because Ronan knew all about the bruises but not about the tears. Ronan climbs onto the sofa beside him, letting Adam lean into his side.

“Tell me,” he says. “Let it out. If it’s still there, so much, even now – you have to let it out.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Adam whispers. “He’s stuck in me.”

“No. He doesn’t get to have that power.”

“He always had it. It’s like… his voice – that’s the voice I hear when I fuck up. And I can’t change it. It’s always there. The feelings he implanted in me are ALWAYS FUCKING THERE,” he bursts out, frustrated. There’s a rotten feeling in him, like a puss filled spot that needs to be squeezed, but it’s in an awkward place and he can’t reach and even if he cut it out he doesn’t think it would remove anything. “I hated him,” Adam whispers. “And I hated myself even more for wanting him to love me.”

Ronan runs gentle fingers across his back. “Don’t feel bad for that,” he says, “Never feel bad for wanting family.”

“Not that kind of family.”

“And did you know another family? Did you have another family to want?”

Adam shrugs. He used to think he didn’t deserve family, because if he deserved family, his parents would love him. “I don’t think… I don’t think I can love properly,” he says. “I love Opal. And I love you. But… I lie awake at night after we fight, and I run my words through my mind, and I match them to him.”

“You aren’t him. Did he ever say sorry?”

Adam shakes his head.

“You always say sorry.”

“Shouldn’t do anything I need to apologise for. I should be better. You deserve better. She deserves better.”

Ronan grips his hand. “Adam. I am not a liar. And I am telling you now that you are everything I want, and everything Opal wants. Do you know how she talks about you? On the way to school? Non stop. “Kerah, I think Cacti are my favorite kind of plant.” “Why’s that, Opal?” “Because Daddy says Cacti are cool, and they can live with hardly any water, and Daddy is always right, and when I grow up I’m going to be just like Daddy.”

Adam laughs, despite the sadness in his chest. “What high aspirations she has,” he says.

“Yes,” Ronan replies, serious. “She does.”

“Don’t.”

“Adam? You are an intelligent man. View this situation objectively. You are not your abuse.”

“But I still feel it,” he breathes, “I feel it every single day.”

Ronan is quiet, hand still clasped in Adam’s. “I can’t pretend to understand,” he says. “I only know the anger I felt for you, not what you felt. And – I know that me saying you shouldn’t feel the way you do, or that you don’t need to – well, it’s bullshit to you. You feel how you feel. But… we can talk about it. I can help you fight this… phantom of him.”

Adam closes his eyes, wonders what he did to deserve Ronan. “I’m OK. Mostly. Just… some things take me back, you know? When you shout, if you are angry. When you slam the dishes in the sink – that was my mother, after he hit me. I don’t know if she was mad at him or me or herself, but I hated that noise. Those things take me back. And specific things – someone yelling faggot in the street, a raised fist, a pink card – they take me back. And I get this… anxious feeling in my chest, how I used to feel, and … it itches, like my new life is a dream and I’m going to wake up in that trailer, shivering on the lino in the kitchen whilst my dad pants and my mother bites her nails in the corner,” he pauses, letting his thoughts gather. He’s never said this before; always held it bundled up in a tight little part of his chest, simmering. “I hate this power he still has – will always have. I broke free of so much and still… still you can’t wipe it all away.”

Ronan kisses him, ever so softly. Adam tastes the salt of Ronan’s tears on his tongue. “Don’t cry,” he whispers, “Don’t cry because I suffered. Laugh because I am free.”

“I won’t shout,” Ronan says.

“You can shout. If you are happy shouting.”

“I’ll happy shout then.”

“I’ll do your dishes.”

“Nah. Opal can do them.”

“She’ll cover the dishes with snail slime or something.”

Ronan snorts. “Seriously though… I’m proud of you. For everything you’ve achieved. And I’m proud of us, and our little family, even if it is really fucking weird.”

“Tell me,” Adam says, “Tell me if I’m ever cruel. If I ever, ever hurt you – make you feel guilty or worthless or ashamed – or if I hurt her. You have to swear to tell me and I’ll fix it. I… can’t lose you.”

“I’ll tell you,” Ronan says. “And now, shall we take Opal for ice cream?”

Adam whispers yes, kisses him quick, lighter from confession. He is tired, and his heart is heavy, but the darkness buried in him has unwound, loosened, lessened. Catharsis is tiring, but freeing, and all the hands in his life are gentle, even his own calloused palms touch with reverence and not hate.

So far ive seen a lot of hate towards this new show ‘Villianous’ because of Ami Guillèn ((lemonteaflower)) being the story board artist and that people should boycott the show…..

Anyone remember Skylar Page?

No one talked about boycotting ‘Clarence’ when it was found out he was sexually harassing a female Co worker in fact people encouraged NOT to boycott and support the show.

I’ve have heard of the allegations of her drawing ‘child porn’ - something about Gravity falls and people going as far as to call her a pedo?
Now I understand people being upset by this, sure as hell I wouldn’t want underaged porn on my dash either.
But from what people have said, she was quite young when she did this and we’ve all done stupid shit when we were younger and she apparently did apologise profusely for this along with the slur in her old username which she has since abandoned.

((Also, I recall/seen Rebecca Sugar having done NSFW sketches of Ed, edd and eddy and no one called her a pedo or talked about Boycotting Steven Universe?? ))

And then there’s the whole Miss Officer and Mr Truffles kickstarter…..
Honestly, I would pin that down to a couple of young people getting way in over their heads (there was someone else involved I think? )
Of course I know that doesn’t excuse the mistreatment of animators, lying about a prototype toy and the insane budget management with a huge chunk of it going into merchandising.
There could be stuff I’m missing from this, and please feel free to chop in, but personally I feel it was just an inexperienced girl getting her ego inflated from a popular drawing.

I really hope people don’t take this out of context - i dont know ALL the facts and if theres anything that needs inputed or pointed out, please let me know. I just wanted to give my two cents on this.

But if you like the show, just watch it. If you don’t, then don’t

But as a lot of people have said - Let Mexico have this show

Yes! It’s finally done! The most complex thing I’ve drawn in a LONG fucking time. But it was so worth it! I’ve been wanting to draw a Universe Falls Christmas thing pretty much since before Thanksgiving, so here it is! Now since I designed this piece in the stupid way I did, you guys probably can’t see it all too well, so allow me to break it up into pieces to make it a bit more manageable visually: 

So here we have Mabel and Wendy collaborating on building “Peri the snow Gem”, much to her chagrin, especially as Ford watches on and laughs (and drinks some delicious hot cocoa!)

In the middle, we have Garnet helping Steven put the star on the tree (which, if you look closely, features all the symbols from the UF version of the wheel), as Pearl, Connie, and Soos also help.

And finally we have Lapis and Dipper facing off against Amethyst and Stan in a snowball fight. And as you can see, Lapis and Dipper are about to completely win. 

Another quite cute thing to note about this is that everyone’s ugly Christmas sweaters were sown by Mabel, of course. Also, I may or may not have stolen a background from Steven Universe to create my background because I’m lazy and tired…. O_O

Anyway, enjoy this and Merry Christmas (even if its still a few weeks away!)

Friends (Yugyeom)

For: @helinugu

Prompt:   Yugyeom finding out you went to a night club with some of your male friends

You drummed your fingers on the table as you took a sip of your milkshake, narrowing your eyes at the person sitting opposite you. That person happened to be your boyfriend of six months, Kim Yugyeom and sadly he was not bothered in the slightest by the glare you were sending his way making it pointless. Although to be fair this didn’t surprise you since his focus wasn’t on you but on the phone in his hand. You sighed. What was the point of taking the time to meet up if he wasn’t even going to talk to you? Maybe you should confiscate his phone next time you mused. That way his attention wouldn’t be pulled away every time he got a new notification or text message. Which was far too often. How dare he be so popular? You were a little envious. The last time your phone had made a noise had been this morning when your mum had messaged you to ask what time you’d be over for dinner on Sunday. 

And then Yugyeom was talking.

“What’s this?” he asked and you blinked in surprise at the phone that was now right in front of your face.

It had been a whole two words in a row, a definite improvement over ‘Hmm?’ and ‘Yeah’, the only responses you’d managed to get out of him up until now but the tone he’d used had you frowning. It was accusatory and that surprised you. He’d been the one to set up this date and he’d barely said a word to you since you’d sat down, if anyone should be getting mad right now it should be you.

Confused and a little annoyed by the hostility in his voice you took the phone from him and looked down at the image on the screen hoping it would make the sudden change in his demeanour make sense.

It didn’t.

“It’s a dog on a skateboard.” You told him. “Does that bother you for some reason? Because to me he looks pretty happy. But then it’s not my dog and it’s not my skateboard so what do I know?”

Yugyeom’s face coloured slightly, maybe in annoyance or maybe in embarrassment and he snatched the phone back out of your hand. “No, not that.” he said and he scrolled down a little further. “That.”

This time the phone was slid across the table and you had to scramble to catch it before it ended up either hitting you or the floor.

“Explain that to me.” Yugyeom continued once you had it in your hand again.

This time the image that met you was not that of  a dog on a skateboard but one of you. The picture had been taken a couple of days ago when you’d gone out with your cousin to celebrate her birthday. Something you were sure you’d mentioned. And no matter how hard you thought about it you couldn’t see any reason for Yugyeom to be mad about that. “I know I didn’t ask but you couldn’t have come anyway.” You reasoned. “You were working.” Maybe that was it. Maybe he was mad he hadn’t been invited. But he’d had a live radio show appearance with the rest of the group, there’d been no point asking him, he’d have had to say no then he’d have felt guilty about it afterwards. By not asking him you’d been doing you both a favour. Yugyeom wouldn’t have to feel guilty and you wouldn’t feel bad for making him feel that way.

“You didn’t tell me you went to a club.”

Of course you’d gone to a club, it had been her twentieth birthday, where else were you going to go? “I didn’t think I had to tell you. I thought when I said ‘Oh I went out with my cousin at the weekend’ that it would be pretty obvious I meant to a club.”

“Okay, maybe I should have worked that out for myself. But that’s not the point.” he argued.

“Then what is the point?” you asked, trying not to get too frustrated with him. You didn’t need to get into an argument, not here. If you did you’d only draw attention to yourselves and neither of you wanted that.

“The point is those guys are all over you.”

“Wait…” you said slowly as realisation dawned “… are you jealous?” Was that what all this was about?

“No,” Yugyeom was quick to retort. “No. I’m not jealous. I just don’t see why they have to have their hands on you.”

You squinted at the picture in front of you trying to work out what he was going on about. You were all standing pretty close in order to make sure all of you could squeeze into the picture and there was a hand on your shoulder. But that was it. “I saw a picture the other day of you and BamBam and he was practically sitting in your lap.” You countered. You didn’t know why a hand on your shoulder had Yugyeom throwing a fit when he had no problem with people being as close if not closer to him.

“That’s different.”

You sighed. It was not different. But there was no point saying so, he wasn’t going to back down just because you thought he was being ridiculous. “How is it different?” you asked instead already knowing what his answer was going to be.

“We’re friends.”

And there it was. “And those are my friends.” You told him even though you were pretty sure he already knew. He’d met at least two of the guys in the picture after all. “See him there?” you asked, jabbing your finger at the man standing to your right. “We went to high school together. And him?” this time you pointed to the man standing behind you. “We’ve known each other since we were five.”

“Yeah I know…”

“But what?” you asked. He hadn’t said it yet but there were was definitely a but coming, you could tell by the look on his face.

“But what if they want to be more than just friends with you?”

“So what?” They didn’t, of course they didn’t. You’d known them forever, if any of them had had feelings for you they’d had plenty of time to confess them and they hadn’t. You doubted that answer would appease Yugyeom though. His voice had wavered slightly, right there at the end, he’d sounded unsure. Meaning this wasn’t just jealousy talking. This whole thing had him feeling insecure. Telling him not to be so stupid wouldn’t fix that. “Even if they did want to be more than friends I don’t. None of them are my boyfriend but you are. You’re the one I want to be with.”

Yugyeom still didn’t look convinced. “But I’m not a good boyfriend.” He argued. “I’m always so busy. I bet if you were dating any one of those guys you’d get to spend so much more time with them.”

You wanted to reach over and smack some sense into him but you managed to hold yourself back. You’d done really well not to draw attention to yourselves thus far and you didn’t want to ruin it. So instead of cuffing him over the back of the head you took his hand. “I don’t want to spend time with them.” You said gently. “I want to spend time with you. And I know we don’t get to do that very often but that doesn’t matter. You make me happy, even when you’re not around. Remember last week when I had that really crappy day at work? Absolutely everything went wrong. It was horrible. But on the way home I took out my phone and there was a picture there from you, of you getting ready for that music show performance. Just knowing you’d taken a few seconds out of your day to send that to me was enough. It meant you’d been thinking about me. I couldn’t stop smiling.”

“Really?” Yugyeom asked, still sounding hesitant.

“Really.” You said, squeezing his hand.

“Well if you’re sure…”

“I’m sure.” You told him, your tone final. “But if you really want to be a better boyfriend maybe next time we go on a date you could leave your phone in your bag.” You suggested, smiling to let him know you weren’t being entirely serious. “Not having your attention when you’re miles away and working is one thing, not having your attention when I’m sitting right in front of you is another.“