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Watercolor

This week I found myself trying my hand at painting again. The last decent piece I did was in 2013. I’m not much of a painter, though I did go to art classes one summer in the 90s. We mostly dealt with poster paint and I don’t recall exactly was taught us, but I do remember having fun and coming home everyday with a new piece of artwork to show off to my parents. But since then I’ve only painted a handful of pieces and did so years apart. One of these rare instances, I spontaneously recall as I type this, scarred me for life.

Let me take you back to 2001: My Home Economics teacher asks us to draw a color wheel on one-eighth illustration board. I figure I could put in a little extra effort and paint the color wheel’s background with a majestic sunset. I finish and it turns out to be quite pretty. Pleased, surprised and excited, I submit my homework. My teacher takes my work and frowns. She tells me in front of my classmates that I shouldn’t let other people do my homework for me. This is her skinning me alive. She shifts her gaze to address the whole class and says in a stern voice that that is considered cheating. This is her rubbing salt to my open flesh.

Yes, I’ve kept this all this time. I’m sorry, but it’s not like I don’t want to forget.

So back to my point, yeah, I could surprise myself. I wasn’t great, but I wasn’t bad either. I’d say painting has been one of my frustrations exactly because I knew I could develop it if I really wanted to. So this is why I’ve finally seized the opportunity, when it came one pretty lazy Sunday morning, to paint three different things. 

First, I painted a Thunbergia plant, basing it on a file photo that I have of it. Then, I tried painting a fern leaf, which is really just the first of four that I’ve always wanted to do. I plan to hang them as a set on the wall. I don’t know if you’ve seen similar stuff in magazines, but they’re pretty neat. The last one is of San Sebastian Church, which is my favorite church next to my hometown’s. How can you not love that color?


What I really want to highlight though, is this painting.

This is my sister and she just turned 16 this week. My real gift came to her early, but I thought I could paint her, too. 

This is my first portrait, EVER. And I surprised myself again. I set realistically low expectations. In fact, I braced myself for the possibility of not finishing at all. But to be honest, all it took was patience, something I certainly lacked during my first few attempts at the craft. And of course, faith in myself. What could this mean? Am I actually growing up?

anonymous asked:

i can't even pinpoint when i started liking gore, but i CAN pinpoint when i got into vulture culture which probably set me down that path anyway. when i was 3 i found a cat skeleton in the bushes near my grandma's house and i remember i was PISSED because my mom wouldn't let me take it home with us, and i started trying to find more bones and just... never stopped trying to find bones.

Holy shit dude, vultures for life, I heckin love bone collecting. I’ve got a beautiful ten point buck skull at home and in still not over my mom getting him for me

Secret Sign Language MasterPost

This is for @zenlikejen. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own all of these gifs (only some) so credit to the original owners of those i don’t own.

Okay so it has been clear from the start that some certain members from the band One Direction have gone to the great lengths (and most kind lengths) of leaning sign language. These two members are Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson and despite them using their new talent as a way to communicate to the deaf fans, they also have mostly used it to communicate with each other, and each other only.  

We firstly have this:

Here we clearly see Louis gives a small thumbs up before tapping his chest multiple times with his left hand at which Harry doesn’t notice properly at first. Also Louis realizes he is tapping with his wrong hand for what he is trying to say so therefore corrects himself by switching to his right hand and this time Harry sees; like so: 

When Louis taps his chest, in sign language it means ‘Mine’, so basically he is telling Harry that he is his and Harry replies with a small thumbs up, a common thing which I will talk about further down in the post. 

Louis also glances at Harry here and touches his chest, a year later and they still communicate through signing, Louis again telling Harry that he is his. 


Harry here signs to Louis something along the lines of ‘Later we talk, before kissing’ but the second part can also mean ‘I want the truth’ as its unsure if he touches his lip or chin.

And Louis replies back with this: 

Which would make Harry saying ‘Later we talk before kissing’ more reliable due to Louis’ answer. 

Still complete cuties here.


Again during an interview, Louis seems to rub his hands together which research says could mean the letter ‘H’. In this case, H for Harry; or H was also a nickname that Louis could have had for Harry.

He then taps his chest twice again (meaning ‘Mine’) except he uses his fist more which may take away its meaning, but they could of changed it up more so that the signing was more personal to each other. 


Now during one of their songs on the TMH tour, Louis and Harry were stood next to each other on the stage. Louis glances at Harry for a moment to get his attention before crossing his fingers and then placing his hand back onto his microphone stand, fingers still crossed. 

Now some say that this means ‘Hope’ however others say because of how Louis did it, it means ‘Forever’ so I guess its your own choice to decide which one you want it to mean. 


Then we have this:

Now everyone knows that in sign language this sign with another person means ‘Lover’/ ‘Make Love’.

So really there is nothing much to say about this apart from the fact that it is adorable as fuck and the most cliche thing that a pair of platonic best friends could do together. 


No we are on to the famous ‘Thumbs up’ sign that they both constantly used to give each other on stage, during interviews and at any moment they were happy, having fun or in each others company. Now I researched this and found that it meant different to what the ‘Lovers’ sign that’s above. Many use the thumbs up sign as a way of saying good or as a positive attitude towards things like ‘I am good’ or ‘This is fun’ etc; except it also has another meaning. More discreetly, this sign can mean ‘I love you’ or ‘Love’ but is different from ‘Lover’ and ‘Make love’ so the two signs should not get mixed up. 

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Day 16 of Inktober 2016 - Ladynoir/Marichat feat. Take Me Home by Us the Duo 

I’m only happy when I’m with you
Home for me is where you are.
I try to smile and push on through.
But home for me is where you are.

Send out the alarms
I’m all alone
Wrap me in your arms
Take me home
Take me home
To your arms…


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When you get a second period in the same month

Originally posted by 2009wasagoodyear

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Omg @im-a-dead-girl-walking1 I finally finished your request. So so sorry it took so long. Anyways, this will be in multiple parts so lets get started

“WITCHES LIVE AMONG US! WE MUST PROTECT OURSELVES. JOIN ME! WE NEED A SECOND SALEM”

I continue to listen to my “mother” try to get people to believe her and her ideas. i stand stiffly next to my twin brother, Credence. I glance down at my mitten-covered hands. Until  my mother’s voice fills my head again.

“YOU YOUNG MAN, ARE YOU HERE TO SEEK THE TRUTH”

I glance my head up and see her speaking to, i meet the eyes of a man with a case.

“Y/N, give him a flyer” she gives me a shove and i hand him a flyer.

He gives me a small smile before running past me.

“WE MEET HERE TOMORROW. WE ARE THE SECOND SALAMERS”

With that last word she takes us back home. Credence slips by me and goes a different direction. “Credence? where are you going.” I stare at him intently before he gives an answer “I-i-im going to find a place for us to meet tomorrow” He says, he won’t meet my eyes, thats how i know he’s lying but before I can say anything, he runs off.

I make my way back to the house and begin to help feed the hungry children. A couple hours pass by consisting of mother yelling at me and me working on more pamphlets. I hear the door open and in walks credence.

“Where have you been” my mother’s voice makes him flinch and it breaks my heart.

She gives him the look and both of us know what that means. Credence begins to take off his belt but before she can start i jump in front of him.

“What are you doing you stupid child”, she hates when i take the beatings for Credence.

I still do it, she forgets about Credence and continues to hit me. When she finishes she sends me to my room and locks the door. I stare at my bleeding hands. Anger begins to build inside me. Emotions just pile in my mind until i can barely breathe.

I hear a crashing noise and i open my eyes. A couple books came flying off the shelves. Calm down y/n. Calm down y/n i think to myself. I crawl under my bed and find a small box that i keep from everyone. I open the lid and carefully reveal a picture of me and Credences parents. The picture moves and my mother, my real mother smiles. I can feel tears start to roll down my cheeks. I feel the urge to show Credence, reassure him that everything’s fine, but he can’t know our parents were wizards. Magic could destroy him, I love my brother, it also doesn’t help that our mother hates us the most. I need air, too much going on.

After the last light goes out in our house i crawl out the window. I have my long coat and mittens covering my bloodied hands. I start walking and i don’t know where. I look up and im in central park. I sit on a bench to think when i hear a loud scream.

“NNEEWWWTT!!!!”

I shoot my head up and see a man hanging onto a tree trying to escape a…Rhino? I watch carefully as a man in a blue coat runs towards the beast with his briefcase. Somehow the rhino is sucked into his case. I sit there with my mouth open wide. Magic, he must be magic. I start run towards them.

“You’re a wizard, aren’t you?”

i ask the tall man. “i uh well i suppose so” he smiles at me, wait i recognize him. “I know you, i gave you a flyer this morning” oh great, now he thinks i hate magic. “Ah yes i am, now it’s very late and i must be going, would, would you like to come with me?” he asks nervously.

I think for a moment, i need to distract myself. “Yes, i would love to” he grins and opens his case and gets in. He looks up at me. “Well aren’t you coming miss?”


Oh my that was long. The next part shall be up this weekend.hopefully  and the next people wanted to be tagged so 

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i. point A
when i was 16 and i first learned how to drive, my dad told me that whenever i am lost, i should find the nearest freeway to take me back home.

ii. 57
we live adjacent to freeways. sometimes i use that as a reason why i’m breathing so heavily, like i’m trying to breathe for two. like an exhaust pipe letting out trembling breaths even though the car hasn’t never moved once from its spot. i live adjacent to the freeway, but i never knew where home was. i count traffic like i count sheep, and i fall asleep to the smell of smog never knowing what causes it or where it starts. sometimes i feel like if i count enough, i’ll find my way to somewhere familiar. somewhere that i can call home.

iii. 10
i’ve memorized your skid marks until i’ve found directions to a place i never knew. i press my feet against the pedal and i follow the sunlight, faded by the smog. everyone tells us that no one speeds as much as we do but we all just want to go somewhere where we want to know. is it possible to be lost without knowing what home feels like? is it possible to be lost when you’ve lived your life passing stoplights?

iv. point B
it’s like maybe somewhere, in-between freeway lanes and the cracks in the asphalt, you found your way to me before i found you, through the on-ramps on my fingers, in the empty space between my legs and arms. i only knew how to move forward, never to stay put. but now i feel like a parking space, staying still, knowing that no matter how much freeways twist and turn, no matter how much traffic i count, you will always find your way back to me. back to the familiar. back home.

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