hello, I am BTS’ Suga haha how is it already my 25th birthday? it feels weird I mean it seems like I was 20 a few days ago It has been my fourth spring and my fourth birthday since debut me, who was always impatient and has many worries about the future. me, who always seems to be 21 years old performing in front of countless ARMY and telling someone that your senior sunbae is doing concerts on the other side of the globe and I live a busy life daily and I’m so happy meeting you guys it all seems like a dream after debut many ARMYs made sure to celebrate my birthday like this every year is exciting. actually, I didn’t hold any significance on birthdays like that. but I think about ARMY who are happy while taking care of this and that for my birthday, also makes me think my birthday is something special ARMY thank you for making me a special person! I may look like a person who lives just because they were born but I’m trying really hard and trying to become a better person please watch for a long long time in the future Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes as much as I’ve grown a year older, I will repay you with better music and better stages
“We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” (from this post)
Sterek ficlet, T, ~1.6k words. Basically, I was going to just do a tiny little drabble as a warm-up for working on one of my WIPs, and then I was having too much fun with it to stop.
(Btw, if you couldn’t tell, I totally made up the book series in question. Any resemblance to any actual book is completely coincidental.)
It’s definitely some kind of torture that on the day the seventh and final Path of Wolves novel comes out, Stiles still has to go to school like it’s not the most important day of the year or anything.
And okay, so it’s not like anyone else in Beacon Hills has even heard of these books except Scott, and then only because Stiles can’t shut up about them, but still. Stiles spends the entire day practically vibrating out of his skin with the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken in a word any of his teachers has said today. The only reason he doesn’t try to make a break for it during lunch is that he can’t afford another detention on his record, and even so, he’s still sorely, sorely tempted to risk it. In the end, he has to get Lydia to hide his car keys from him.
(He was going to ask Scott to do it, but Scott would have caved as soon as Stiles started begging, and Stiles is definitely not above begging, so Lydia it is.)
The instant the final bell rings, though, Stiles is out of there, flying across the parking lot and gunning the Jeep. The bookstore probably only ordered a few copies, and if Stiles isn’t holding one of them by the time he leaves, somebody’s about to get murdered.
Not that he actually expects any competition, but it’s better not to let these things go to chance. He already messed up once by procrastinating on pre-ordering until they were sold out; he didn’t think it was possible for a Path of Wolves novel to be sold out. He was wrong, and now he’s paying for it by having to physically go to the bookstore to get it.
Either Stiles vastly overestimated how many copies the store was going to order, or else he vastly underestimated how many people in Beacon Hills read these books, because when he skids to a stop in front of the New Releases shelf, there’s only one copy left. One beautiful, perfect hardcover copy.
Lucky for him, one copy is enough.
Except that when he grabs ahold of it, someone else does, too.
For a long second, Stiles can’t even believe what he’s seeing. Another hand, on his book. Another hand that’s not letting go, even though Stiles has already clearly and unambiguously grabbed it by the spine and isn’t letting go, either.
Stiles turns his head incredulously to get a look at this usurper, and it’s Derek Hale. As in, made-of-muscles, leather-wearing lacrosse captain Derek Hale.
Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.
So I decided to try to learn how to use blender so I separated the sweater outfit from the bowling pack into a top. I’m pretty sure someone has already separated it, but it was good practice for me and I wanted to recolor it anyways. So I have EA’s original colors, plus WildlyMiniatureSandwich’s neutrals and unnaturals with white trim or black trim. It works with most pants and shorts, and some skirts. Download info below the cut.
(wow, me again) hey, i was wondering if you have any tips on drawing wings? i love your style and i could really use some reference/style tips for drawing them. sorry if someone has already asked this!!
Sure! My style would be much better but I end up getting lazy at the wings despite them being one of my most commonly drawn things lmao. Anyway, here are some tips!
1.) USE A REFERENCE PLEASE OH MY GOD
Art is all about creating what can be seen, even if you imagine it (bc how can you imagine something without having seen it (and no, mythical creatures are made of concepts you have seen don’t pull that on me)). So, LOOK AT WINGS. KEEP LOOKING. Notice three (3) lines that make the top arm. NOT TWO. T H R E E
don’t let that professional artwork of angels with two line wings fool u. They kinda knew what a bird looked like. LOOK AT BIRDS AND WINGS AND FEATHERS AAAAAH
2.) Think about the functionality.
Would a wing of x size be large enough to lift whoever you’re putting them on? Don’t make your wings too small unless magic is involved. Because otherwise they would be useless for flight. It sucks having to fit such large things in your art but it is a sacrifice we must make. I usually go by the 2X the height rule for the wingspan + like a foot or two on each side
ex. Avian is 6′1 and her wingspan is 14-15 feet. So each wing is 7 to 7 ½ feet long.
I know this is in like?? every art tutorial but guess what; there’s a reason for that. Keep drawing even when you feel frustrated or like you’ll never improve (you will). Try different angles or positions! Watch videos of bird flying or moving.
12x19 Deconstruction: Part II - The Mixtape Exchange
(A MIXTAPE, GUYS. A GODDAMN MIXTAPE!)
So, yeah, there really wasn’t anything else I could possibly call this piece of dialogue, was there? Nope. Let’s set the scene:
Dean is at his computer. There’s a knock on the door. Cas opens it, pauses, and what we learn from this, by the way, is that Cas was waiting for a response and when he didn’t get one he proceeded inside, thinking Dean wasn’t there. What does this visual exposition tell us?
a) Dean’s bedroom is not off limits to Cas if Dean’s not there, because there’s trust b) Cas didn’t come to the room looking for Dean
The reason Cas goes to Dean’s room is to get the Colt - the mixtape is just his excuse. So, then, what an utterly beautiful tool of exposition this innocent piece of prop becomes, and how incredibly well it’s used to highlight exactly what the problem has always been in this relationship: the lack of fucking communication. In fact, not only does the mixtape highlight the lack of communication, it goes further as it turns that problem on it’s head completely when, suddenly, both of these men open up to each other. And the fact that Cas is there on a mission, that he’s effectively playing Dean, doesn’t take away from all the truth that is in this exchange as well. Not that there’s complete honesty. Not just yet, but it’s coming. Oh, it’s absolutely on the horizon. It has to be. And this exchange is, as so many others, riddled with subtext which makes the interpretation of it layered to the extreme, but what I have on offer today is my take. So, here goes: