thank god they have been uploaded

noodlerooster  asked:

hello! Catprint just updated thier website and im trying to do individual sizes and different finishes for my prints but cant seem to figure it out? Has anyone made an updated catprint tutorial on orders?

Kiriska: Okay, let’s go!

1. Get ready to upload some stuff.

2. On the left is the list of files you’ve uploaded recently, as well as the option to upload more. On the right is all of the specifications for your job, including size, paper type, finishing, etc.

You cannot have different sizes or paper types per job, but you can have multiple jobs per order! This has always been the case. So let’s take care of 4x6 postcards first.

3. You can upload multiple files at a time now thank god.

While stuff is uploading, you can tab over to paper and choose your preference, as well as how many copies of this job you want. So I’m getting 20 copies of each postcard design I attach to this job, on glossy light cardstock.

I almost never do finishing or envelopes, but if you do, go ahead and set those settings too. Then review everything in Summary. My files are still uploading, so there still isn’t anything attached to the job.

4. Once your files have uploaded, attach them to the job.

Once you attach the files, you can choose your settings for front/back imaging and bleed.

You can attach the same file to the job multiple times if you want more of one design than another. I explained this previously here.

To upload more files or attach a file again, just navigate back to your list of files from the left:

By the way, don’t forget to rotate any images that aren’t oriented the same way as the others, like if you have mostly vertical designs, but there’s this one horizontal one (below). I prefer rotating the images before I upload them instead of using the rotation tools here, but I dunno that it makes much of a difference.

5. Once you’ve got all your files attached, you can go to the summary again, then add the job to your cart:

6. Now you’ve got your glossy postcards ready to go! If you need to also get stuff in a different size or paper or finish, you need to add another job:

7. If you’re wanting to add a similar job to the one you just did – say, you want the same files but on a different type of paper? You can just duplicate the job and change the paper type (and other things, like quantity). 

You can also just copy the specs of the job – say, you want the same paper, but just want to change the size and all the files, etc.

That’s it, I think! It takes a little getting used to, but multi-file upload makes this whole revamp worth it for me, lol. Good luck!

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Prompts 6, 27- Marauders Era: James

Request: 6 and 27 with james potter??

  • 6. “Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”
  • 27. “I love you, you asshole.”

A/N: So, I know I’ve been pretty shit with posting my writing lately, I’ve just had so much to do! I have exams coming up so I’ve been revising like crazy and my vacation wasn’t even a vacation, it’s been awful. I’m hoping I’ll be able to upload more of the requests soon, along with Part 2 of Tripartite (which I’ve finished but am currently changing around a lil bit). Anyway, I’m sorry for taking so long and thank you all so much for bearing with me!

‘Drunk’ was the only word that accurately described James Potter on that Friday night. Stumbling, blabbering, mumbling incoherent words with the happiness of a toddler, oblivious to the troubles that surround him.

'Oblivious’ would also have been a good word to describe James Potter. But that one wasn’t specific to the laugh-filled night that left him unable to walk straight, no. That one was permanent.

Y/N stood by one of the walls, watching the crowded party scene slowly unravel into the few drunken Gryffindors stumbling around the common room and singing Quidditch chants at the top of their lungs. She took another sip of cold water from her goblet, when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder.

“Alright?” Sirius Black wondered at her, a look of genuine concern replacing the usual mischievous one.

“Fine,” she glances at him over the edge of her goblet, “Why do you ask?”

“You seem a bit off, Y/L/N. Just looking out for you,” he shrugs and she responds with nothing but a sigh, the sound followed by her glance lingering on James. It doesn’t take long for Sirius to notice.

“Oh my God! You’re in love with him!” he exclaims, his words met by Y/N’s widened eyes, “You’re in love with James!”

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matt + senses

He dwells in eternal night- but the blackness is filled with sounds and scents, tastes and textures other men cannot perceive. For though attorney Matt Murdock is blind, his other four senses function with superhuman sharpness - his uncanny radar sense guides him over every obstacle!


Made myself a new kirin oc just ‘cause! @ethmoiids did the palette for her and my GOD I love it so much I’m still not over it ;A; She’s so pretty now hhhh <333 

Thanks so much again Kai!

anonymous asked:

oh my god things have changed so much :0 i as a k-pop fan in like 2009-2012 and if you were here back then, you know how completely impossible the hunt for subs was, and how appalling the quality always was, but just recently i've been having a kinda k-pop reneissance of my own (theres so much material!) and holy shit everything is so much better! everything is in such a good quality and sometimes they even upload whole videos on youtube fully subbed :0 oh and people like you exist, thank YOU

I actually remember a lot more fansubs coming out back then (compared to now, since most SHINee subbers have left), but the quality … yeah … those were dark times, there is no denying. Glad this blog has helped you, though! :)

A Gentleman’s Guide to Lingerie

Rating: T; for suggestive themes and comic mischief.

Pairing: Bertolt x Ymir; Beruyumi

Summary: Bertolt just wants to buy something nice for Ymir. Easy enough, right? Well… when an impromptu trip to Vicky’s Secret goes all sorts of wrong and leaves him scratching his head, he finds himself utterly lost in what appears to be a colossal mistake.

Word Count: 1216

A/N: See what I did there with the summary? LOL!

Okay so the thing is, I have like five other beruyumi one-shots sitting in my drafts, BUT I’ve been hesitant to upload the stuff cuz I feel like I’m alone in shipping these two dorks :/

But, meh, this time I figured… why not? No lie, this was written a year ago haha

Their anniversary was coming up.

Bertolt walked aimlessly around the Downtown Plaza, shuffling through various shops in search of the perfect gift for his significant other of three years.

Ymir wasn’t high maintenance, thank god, therefore anything would suffice.

Finally, after nearly two exhaustive hours in hot pursuit of a reasonable (and preferably heartfelt) gift, he stumbled upon a promising site.

Victoria Secret.

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Kradness 7th Anniversary Post

Original post:

English translator:

Today, has been 7 years since kradness’s first upload!

I was 17 years old back then.The me who has a weak heart, asked God if I was able to continue having activities. It was because of everyone that I was able to be saved until today.

Really, thank you.

Even though 7 years quickly passes through, there wasn’t really anything that has changed. From the bottom of my heart, I want to send out my gratitude to everyone who is reading this.

The troubles I’ve stumbled onto in the span of 7 years, I also have moment where I wanted to disappear. It was because of everyone, friends, family and everyone around me, I was able to be here safely. I also realize tremendous growth, both mentally and physically by myself.

I always never found the words to say, and bad at putting words together, I’m bad at expressing, so there’s still a lot of part where I still need to mature at. So please, do not get tired of your continuous support. That support, will give me the strength to move forward in real life. Because of everyone who is cheering out to me, and the adults surrouding me, the multi-artist called kradness will continue to work in the future.

It may be a word that is similar, but please continue to give out your supports.



amethyst-kun  asked:

(Update on the broke ding dong that wants a tablet) HII!! Currently I have 40 bucks since last time. Sadly my mind was on and off about it cus I needed to study for my final and thank god I passed it!! But I've been thinking about that tablet everytime someone uploads art on my dash. Then I realized I need a good desktop along with the tablet 🤦🏾‍♀️ all I have is a 8 year old dell desktop that could be in better shape?? Sorry to ask but do you use desktop or laptop when doing your art?

OMG I JUST BOUGHT THE NEW TABLET LIKE AN HOUR AGO AND WANTED TO MAKE A POST ABOUT IT FOR YOU!!!!!! its really nice quality, super smooth and the pen pressure feels much more real.

i use a mac laptop..but i much prefer pc, especially a desktop because i sit all hunched up when i draw and it fucks up my back quite a lot.
i think an old desktop is fine as long as its not too laggy because you might have a problem with the pen lagging (when you draw a line and it appears on screen late). anyway theres no much difference i think..

fakefleur  asked:

hey, i just found your blog and i love it! i saw you're thinking about uploading a sim. if you want, i think you should upload Roxy:) if you want!

oh my god first of all, thank you so much! You’ve been one of my favourites for a while now so I’m kinda not breathing :’^) I’ve actually been thinking about uploading her, but I’m planning on doing a legacy/story thingy(?) with her an a couple of other sims so I’m not sure i want to put her up (as of rn at least) bUT; I have gotten my game to work again, so I think I’m going to upload a couple of sims soon!!

Joe Sugg imagine | Accident |

Anonymous said:
A imagine were you live away and you get a call in the middle of the night that your bf Joes been in a bad accident and you drop everyting and rush to get to him an when you see him you exchange your first ilys??! THANK YOU! hope that makes sense!

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“I need to get this video done, oh my

God.” You exhaled breathlessly, you had been working all day filming and editing, trying to have a couple main channel videos ready to go since you uploaded main channel videos Mondays and Fridays on top of being a daily vlogger … Sometimes they were one take vlogs but you managed to post something daily.

“Oh Christ.” You looked at the clock on your nightstand when you reached over to grab your mug of coffee, ‘4:45 AM’ was staring you smack in the face.

“Okay, film this bit and call it a night.” You nodded to yourself, your phone charging beside you on the bed, you moved the macbook you had been noting stuff down in and cleared your throat.

You stood up pressing record and sat back down, clapping your hands to help sync your audio with video, you smiled; “Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed that prank video - you have no idea how awkward is was prank calling those people.” You brushed some hair behind your ears, “thank you for –” you paused speaking, looking down at your phone screen which had illuminated.

You answered bringing the phone to your ear, “Zoe? What’s up?” You asked brightly, always happy to take her call regardless of the hour.

“(Y/N)?!?” Zoe asked in a rushed panicked voice, voices in the background were loud.

“Zo, what’s happening? What’s the matter?” Your heart instantly dropped.

“(Y/N) it’s Joe! He’s been in an accident with Marcus!” Zoe exclaimed. “We’re at the hospital! They said its pretty serious Joes asking for you! I don’t know what’s going on.” She was panicked, her voice uneven.

You felt like you’d been slapped across the face, “Are they going to be okay?” You asked standing up almost knocking your tripod over.

“Marcus has some cuts and scratches, it’s Joe whose got it the worst.” Zoe’s voice was lowering, you could hear her sniffling.

“I’m coming as fast as I can, it’s going to take a couple hours. What hospital are you at?” You didn’t even think much, you grabbed your (colour) backpack and placed your Macbook into it.

Zoe told you the hospital and you tried to remain calm, you had been seeing Joe a little under three months, but you already cared for him deeply. Especially as you were good friends for a few years before, “I’m on my way Zoe everything is going to be okay,” you weren’t sure if you were reassuring her or yourself at this point.

“Please drive carefully… We don’t need you to end up in the hospital, too.” Zoe whispered.

“I promise, I’ll take my time.” You half zipped up your bag and grabbed your car keys, you knew that was a bit of a lie despite Zoe being right, you were going to be over the speed limit most of the way from Brighton to London.

“I’ll let you know when I’m close okay?” You started the car, trying to take a deep breath to compose yourself again, trying to clear your mind which wasn’t an easy task.

“Okay, drive carefully, please.” She said again. Before ending the call you started your journey. “Oh Jesus, Joe.” You shook your head, thinking about the endless possibilities

You completely forgot to text or call Zoe as you got close to the hospital, you parked in a rush and you ran into the hospital entrance, looking at the receptionist. “I’m looking for Joseph Sugg, he’s been brought in – he had an accident.” You tried to explain.

“Are you family.” She looked up from her crossword puzzle. “I’m his girlfriend.” You stared at you, holding yourself from leaping through the small space in the plastic wall at her. “I’m sorry, I can only give out that kind of information to family.” She looked back to her crossword.

“Oh my god!” You snapped at her and she looked a little but uneasy. You grabbed your phone and texted Zoe, “I’m here but the lady wont give me any information.” You sent it off not checking for spelling errors.

Minutes that seemed like hours passed and an elevator door opened, “(Y/N)!” Caught your attention and you turned around seeing Alfie.

Rushing to his side by the elevators you were pulled into a tight hug, “Alfie, what’s happened?” You asked clinging onto him a little bit.

“They got into a car accident, something happened and Joes head hit the side of the car really hard.” He squeezed you tighter before slowly letting go. “They took him into surgery almost the second he arrived.”

He put an arm protectively around you as you got into the elevator and he pressed a floor.

“Oh god.” You whispered and it all finally started to sink in, your eyes welled up with tears.

You walked off the elevator with Alfie his arm still around you comfortingly, you looked up seeing Zoe and Caspar.

You broke off from Alfie and rushed to Zoe, you both wrapped your arms around each other tightly and you finally burst into tears.

“Mom and dad are on the way.” Zoe said as you both squeezed each other. “Where’s Nim?” You sniffed trying to stop the waterworks. “She’s with Marcus.” Zoe and you broke apart and dried your eyes.

“You two should sit down.” Caspar finally spoke a sadness loomed over him - just as it did with everyone.

Two hours slowly went by, you’d stopped crying for the moment, but your eyes were red and puffy. You sniffed.

A nurse appeared from around the corner holding a clipboard, not the same Nurse who’d been giving updates occasionally.

Joe had suffered a fracture in his skull and they needed to make sure there was no bleeding around the brain.

“He’s been in recovery for about an hour and he’s waking up, he can see one person at a time and only for a short while, he needs to rest.”

You looked at Zoe. “You go.” You flashed her a weak smile, but she shook her head. “No, you go.” She assured.

“Zo, that’s your brother - go.” You used your sweater sleeve to dry your eyes again.

“Honest, (y/n),” she spoke in a light voice, “you go…” She took your hand and squeezed it softly.
“Are you sure?” You asked, wanting to rush down the hallway as quickly as possible but being respectful of family. Zoe nodded and you stood up. “Okay.” You tried to smile.

“Come with me.” The nurse said and you followed her down the hallway.

“Don’t put too much on him at once and remember, short visits.” She gave you a sympathetic look as she opened the door for you.

You walked into the room, it was dim you could hear several machines doing the jobs they were designed to do.

Finally your eyes landed on Joe, who was semi-sat up in the hospital bed, the rails were up, he was tucked in and only his arms and slight upper body was exposed from the covers.

His fingers dawned a clip that held a cord in place to monitor something, he had several IVs in his arm.

Looked over his face you winced, his lip was split, he had a scratch across his cheek, a bruised eye and of course a white bandaged wrapped around his head.

“Oh Joe.” You whispered and your eyes started welling up again, you’d cried so much you figured you’d dehydrated enough you couldn’t cry anymore.

“Hey… (Y/N)…” His voice was groggy.

You walked closer to him, “I was so worried about you.” As you spoke your voice cracked.

“Don’t cry Beautiful.” Joe moved his hand slowly reaching for yours, he took hold of it weakly.

“I can’t help it, I’m sorry - I was so worried and I didn’t know what was going to happen and thinking about it scared me so much.” You whispered because you didn’t want your voice to crack anymore.

“I’m sorry I scared you.” He looked sorry, tired and sorry. “Don’t apologise.” You squeezed his hand carefully.

“Joe.” You said after some silence.

“(Y/N)?” He bruised his thumb lightly over the top of your hand.

“I love you. I’m not saying it because of all this… I mean, I am - but not because I feel like I have to, sitting out in that waiting area, getting the phone call something had happened to you… It scared me, it made me realise that the thought of not having you close in the future … Is a future I don’t think I want.” You said.

“I know it’s only been a bit over three months, so I understand if you don’t feel the same way. But just know that I love you.” You finished.

A twitched at Joes lips turned into a small smile, I love you, too (Y/N).“ He said before yawning.

"Really?” You asked and he went to nod but stopped himself. “Since I met you.” He revealed as his eyes closed. “You made my heart skip a beat.” He whispered and you realised he was falling asleep.

“Get some rest Joe, I’ll be right here waiting to love you even more when you wake up.” You carefully lent over the rail of the bed and placed a soft kiss on his cheek…

a glass heart, and all its parts

Yo I wrote some college au victuuri 

Title: a glass heart, and all its parts

Summary: Katsuki Yuuri comes to study in America with the hope that a change of environment will give his mental health the break he needs to finally write that book he’s always wanted. Viktor Nikiforov is there because he can’t think of anywhere better to be, sitting on a novel draft with zero inspiration to finish it. This is the story of how they struggle with themselves and their stories, and how they maybe find love in the process.

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Maybe, Yuuri thinks as he drops his last suitcase on the floor of his new bedroom, it’ll be easier this time around. He’s left everything behind to come study in New York, and he’s still not sure if he’s just made the best or worst decision of his life. There’s still an ache in his chest left over from the painful goodbye he’d exchange with his family twenty four hours ago in the airport in Fukuoka, but he feels surprisingly light here in a foreign country where there isn’t a single familiar face. The familiarity of Hasetsu had been as stifling as it had been comforting, full of faces that were just as likely to jeer as they were to offer a smile. Being the chubby gay kid with weird hobbies hadn’t done him much favors in a small town, and there’s a big part of Yuuri that’s excited for the anonymity of a big city.

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Do You Want Ice Cream? - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Requested by anonymous

It had been awful, you were an unsuspecting victim returning home after a long day at work. The denial you felt was strong at first, when you saw the trail of clothes moving from the doorway to the bedroom, you wondered why your boyfriend had thrown clothes all over the floor, and then you wondered why most of the clothes you didn’t recognise.

Like any good explorer would, you followed the trail all the way into the bedroom, picking up the bread crumbs as you went. You didn’t even expect to find your boyfriend in bed with a woman, but he was there, writhing under the sheets with a woman underneath him. Your reaction was instant, as soon as you realised exactly what was going on you were just done. You slammed the door shut to let him know that you were there and that you’d seen, and then you made your way out.

You threw all the clothes you’d collected back down onto the ground and retrieved your coat and bag, wondering if you should grab some of your stuff before leaving for good but you decided against it when he exited the room and made his way towards you, already crying out excuses that you didn’t want to hear.

“Don’t you dare,” you practically screeched, running out of the house and into your car before he could say anything else to you.

The only problem was that now you didn’t know where to go, it had always been work and home for you. You knew you wanted to go somewhere relaxing and public, if you were allowed yourself to sit alone in a hotel room then you had no doubt in your mind you’d just cry and stress yourself out even more. And so you drove to a park, it made the most sense to you. There was something within you that stopped you from crying in public, it was like trying to stop yourself from breathing, your body would just deny you that right.

It was pretty full, but that was good, the more people the more resistance you had against those tears that threatened to escape. You found yourself at a bench that was pretty empty except for a man who had surrounded himself with different pits of paper, there was a backpack placed beside him which seemed to be filled with even more papers and notebooks. “Do you mind?” You asked, referring to the open space beside him.

He looked up from his papers, tensing at the sight of you. He was wearing a cap but you were still able to see his eyes which scanned your body up and down, once he’d gouged that you were no threat he released a small, “no,” the word so quiet you were surprised you’d actually managed to hear it.

“Thank you.” You placed yourself down, beginning to stare out at the park in front of you, trying to distract yourself as best you could.

The park was nothing like those of the smaller towns. Theirs were miniature formal gardens for the elderly that had retired there for the quiet life. They had benches, ornamental trees, flowers year round and water fountains in clear lakes that were stocked with koi carp. But not here. Not in the big town. Here a park meant acres of concrete interspersed with neat grass verges. Your park had rollerblading tracks, tennis courts, basketball courts, water parks and skate boarder basins. There are vendors with hotdogs and burgers, vendors with curry and rice, vendors with tacos and sour cream.  There’s always music, sometimes clashing with various sources, none of them official. Your park doesn’t have colour from roses or asters, but it is more vibrant than any planned garden. And the countless features of this park kept you pretty entertained, but you couldn’t hide the grim expression on your face.

Bucky had been doing well going through his many memories, he’d taken a moment to just sit and go through them all and colour code them. Red were the memories HYDRA had created, yellow was for the memories he was unsure whether or not they were true, and green was for the memories he was sure of. Today had been a good day; so far he’d used green more than all the other colours.  

But now you were sat next to him and he felt himself being distracted, he had to admit that you were rather beautiful, his heart had skipped a beat when he first saw you, though he tried to put off that reaction by calling it stupid. He wasn’t good with emotions, perhaps he used to be, but not anymore.

Once you’d sat down, he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of you. Especially after noticing the sad expression on your face; he released a cough after a few more minutes, becoming more and more affected by your obvious distress. “Are-“ he stopped momentarily when you looked at him, suddenly feeling shy underneath your emotionless gaze. “Are you okay?”

‘Hmm’ you thought, ‘this is peculiar’. You noticed a stir of emotions in the pit of your belly, the sadness was stronger there and when he asked this question it just seemed to hurt you further. “No,” you answered honestly, not knowing how else to deal with this sudden stranger who seemed to care more about you than your own fiancé had.

Another moment of silence passed between the two of you, lasting approximately ten seconds. It was disrupted when Bucky started to place his papers back into the backpack by his side, then he stood, looking around the park.

You thought that he was going to leave but he remained stood in front of you, eyes searching around the open area. “Do you want ice cream?” This was the first thing that came to mind, he wanted to help you, you looked like you could do with some help and he was determined to act un-winter soldier like. Helping people was un-winter soldier like, he hoped.

And that’s how you met the man that is now your husband, it took a while to convince yourself to go with the stranger for ice-cream but you were happy you’d done so.  Three years down the line and here you were, sat on a sofa and wrapped up in his arms. The metal arm took some use to getting used to, but now it didn’t even matter to you, as far as you were aware whether the arm was made of metal or skin, it was still a part of him.

Bucky had told you to rest seen as you’d been up the previous night feeling sick. You were pregnant with twins, and you think that’s why you always felt a little sicker than an average pregnant woman. He’d stayed up all night with you which meant a lot, but it made you feel a lot of concern for him. Thankfully he’d fallen asleep as soon as you were placed on the couch with him, some boring movie playing in the background. You still weren’t able to sleep though, and so you remained in your position just writing words onto the palm of his open hand.

You’d just finished writing ‘do you want ice cream’ when he seemed to suddenly stir beneath you. “If I get you ice cream will you finally go to sleep?”

A/N: my brother just taught me that I can use my phone’s wifi on my laptop so I’ve been able to upload this, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to use my date though so bare with me I guess. I won’t be getting any actual wifi in my house until May 6th, thank god I have wifi on my mobile or I might have died.