Hey! I love your blog and I love even more your art! I think you are an amazing person!! How can I be as cool as you? (Or at least draw a 1/10 as good as you?)
Hey! Hi! Thank you! 1) Hahaha I am nottttttt cool I promise so like don’t even worry about that (just be yourself man, find what you like, and just like. Be About It unashamedly. (provided it’s not anything harmful to others or illegal or morally bankrupt, you know!) But yeah! Just find your thing or things that you enjoy learning about, practicing, doing, etc. and everything else will fall into place eventually.
In his book, On Writing, Stephen King (who, regardless of whether or not his writing suits your tastes, can fairly objectively be considered both prolific and successful by most standards) states
“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.”
And honestly the same advice goes for artists if you change it to “observe a lot, draw a lot”
That’s like One Year’s worth of sketches and drawings and paintings laid out and I didn’t even start emptying the sleeves like those are stacked 10-20 sheets thick. I got into the Check Please fandom pretty solidly 1 year ago, so if you look at my Art Tag, everything in it (and that’s NOT including everything unfinished,all the preliminary sketches, everything in my sketchbook that will never see the light of day etc.) has been done within 1 year’s time, and while I was off work for 2 months for top surgery this last summer? I usually am away from my home studio for 50+ hours a week due to work/my commute.
If you want to improve at drawing? Do it a lot. Try to make each new thing you draw or paint better than the last in *some* way. It doesn’t have to be perfect, or better in EVERY way, but try to improve the composition, the anatomy, the storytelling, the color, etc. something, beyond where you were with it in the previous piece. and if you ever feel bored, and want to use your time productively? Observe things.
I feel like no creative person should ever feel the need to say “I’m bored” (except during precious self indulgent breaks where you just decide to do something mind numbing because you’re burnt out! YEAH! WHOO) because literally everything around you is something that you can study to inform either your writing OR your drawing. I don’t always have a sketchbook with me, so like, there are a lot of things I see that I try my hardest to commit to memory so that I can draw it better or with more feeling than I could before I studied it?
Find details that make objects or people unique and USE those. Instead of drawing general things, draw specifics- don’t just draw a character in a t-shirt and jeans and generic sneakers, inform your drawing with things specific to their character- draw them in a sweater they got from Salvation Army, their favorite pair of boot cut levis that they splurged on, and a hand me down pair of Doc Martens.
I was going to go into doing the same thing with objects and places but I’m in a mood (aka I am T IR ED ) where I’m just going to end up rambling and sounding like a crazy person going on a tangent WHOOPS. Sorry.
Uh. Yeah that’s my rant sorry sorry sorry. I hope i didn’t come across too harsh or anything just like, if you feel like you’re not strong at something, or you’d like to improve, just keep fucking trying- change up little things- trying the same thing over and over again is good for some things, but to improve, you’ve got to take risks and experiment and fail a little Fail A Lot.
If there are any specific drawing/painting/art/technique questions that you or anyone else has! I’m always happy to try to give insight into the way I work. But yeah just in general, the best advice I can give is draw as much as you can and then push yourself and draw a little more.
Hey for a real treat, under the cut are two watercolor paintings of queer boys from like 9 and a half (?) years ago in March 2008 compared to two watercolor paintings of queer boys from this year, 2017.
(Y/N). She’s a wildfire on a sunny summery day, beautiful and destructive. She’s the current in the ocean, guiding marine life home. She’s a bonsai tree, well kept and personal, an ornament to some. She’s a library book, checked out and returned; loved but given away. She’s the sunken treasure at the deepest depths of the ocean, under pressure and mysterious, wanted, but never found. She’s an ever shining star, twinkling beside the moonlight, praised and wished upon, granting solitude and newfound hope. She’s the heavy rainfall after a drought, appreciated and fast-coming, burning against the skin and forceful upon impact. (Y/N) is the light in my darkness, a graceful ray of sunshine in my dark corners. Without her, there would be no me, because without light, there’s no shadow.
And when I talk about her, she’s the highlight of my day, and she has my upmost respect and admiration, a beauty upon my violent ridden scars.
Did you see (Y/N) today?
Jeez, Dick, she looked so perfect.
You say that everyday, Tim.
Am I supposed to apologize? I can’t help it!
I know, Tim.
She deserves the world!
I know, Tim. You tell me every day.
I started blatantly at my wall, totally mesmerized by the idea of her, and everything she is. And the way her (H/C) shined in the flickering fluorescent lights of Gotham Academy; and the way her eyes sparkled in science class, the meaning behind life intriguing her to no bounds. I studied her more than my schoolwork, and I never study.
“Heyyo, Timmy-o.” Stephanie’s voice trickled in my bedroom and I jumped at the sudden booming of her high-pitched octave, “What’re you thinkin’ about? A special someone? What’s her name?”
I shied away, my cheeks turning a soft pink as I played it dumb, “Nobody,” I responded, cut off abruptly by Steph.
“Claire? Ariana?” I much have looked dead, so she took a leap of faith, “(Y/N)? Dude! Did you see her today?” Stephanie became excited, and so did I, even though I haven’t had any coffee in the last half hour.
“She’s so beautiful, oh my god.” I sighed, exasperated, suddenly jumping up when I remembered she was coming over to study tonight, “Oh my god! She’s coming over!”
Steph raised an eyebrow, her ocean blue eyes staring at me in disbelief, “What? Do you have like some robin-sense that’s telling you that?”
“No! We made plans and I totally forgot! Get out!” When Steph didn’t move, I shoved her out, “Like, now!” She laughed and shut the door behind her and I glanced at the clock, 6:51. Nine minutes to clean. I ran my hands through my hair at the sight of case files and dirty coffee cups. I started with the obvious, collecting pictures of dead bodies because, well, they’re dead bodies and she might judge me for having… crime scenes of ruthless murders. It took forever, and honestly I was so scared she might come early, as endearing as that may sound. I released the photos into a black biometric case, and shut it, listening to the soft click of success before taking a deep breath, stacking all the cups, gathering the glassware in my shaking arms. I fumbled with the doorknob and finally threw the door open, practically stumbling through the hallway and down the stairs to see an (Y/N) in all her beauty, talking to none other than Jason Todd.
She laughed her enticing laugh, and my eyes widened to the size of saucers, and when she threw her head back in some death humor Jason probably spewed, she eyes caught mine and her face brightened at the sight, amused by my obvious appearance of distress. She excused herself from Jason and met me halfway up the stairs, “Here, let me help.”
I began to shake my head but she took half of the cups anyway, a laugh escaping her perfect pinkish-red lips, “No worries, my room has twice the amount of coffee cups.”
I pushed away my nerves and spoke with a hidden nervousness, “I wasn’t aware it was a competition.”
Jason looked at me as I said this and furrowed his eyebrows, amused by my sad attempts at keeping some type of conversation going, “You’re an idiot.” Jason muttered under his breath, to where (Y/N) wouldn’t hear. I was grateful he didn’t say it as loud as he internally wanted too, as my whole being would shatter.
The demon however, didn’t have as much courtesy, “She’s been here for three minutes and you’re already making her carry stuff around for you, Drake? Pathetic.”
(Y/N) didn’t have any of this and I was frozen in my tracks as she spoke, “You’re the demonic brat? Cute. I expected you to be more… dark and scary.”
“Maybe I’ll be more dark and scary when I come to kill you in your sleep.” No chill. The demon is going to ruin this for me!
(Y/N) smirked, throwing both Damian and I off guard, “I’ll see you tonight then. I hope you kill me in some crazy extravagant way, and then I’ll make a super catchy headline. Teenage Girl Fed To Domestic Dogs After Getting Decapitated With a Spork. Catchy, right?” She found her way into the kitchen, leaving Damian fuming over her acceptance of his empty threats.
She’s amazing. Fearless. Crazy and infectious.
“Hey, Timmers!” She called and I ran after her, catching up to her in the large open kitchen, “How is your day going?”
“Uh…” I trailed, awkwardly trying to voice my thoughts, “Good, I guess?”
She started laughing, piling the dishes into the sink and grabbing the rest out of my trembling hands, “I know your day was extremely amazing, as I was there to cheer you up.” She whispered the last part, a smirk ever present on her lips.
I was awestruck by her words, as always, and I laughed gently, “Yeah, uh, yep.”
She rolled her eyes and walked over to me in an exaggerating effort, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding her body close to mine, “You’re such a dork.”
I sheepishly looked down upon her shoulders, not finding the strength to look in her gorgeous eyes. Nobody has ever made me feel the way she makes me feel, and it’s scary and joyous all at the same time.
“It’s good to see you.” She paused for a moment, and pulled away, a distant smile leaving a burning memory in my mind, “So, biology.”
I was dejected about our break of contact, and my voice reflected it clearly as we found our way to my semi-clean bedroom, “AP Biology.” I repeated, pulling out my textbook, flipping to chapter 29. She was silent, her concentration attended to the college text pages, her heart and mind accepting the information like a second language, and her eyes trailed over the lines, becoming more excited with every word she read.
She really was something else.
She’s like a river, flowing towards a big world full of opportunity. She’s like the highest mountain, hard to climb but admired. She’s a scientist, full of questions, and curious about the makings of the universe. She’s the northern lights, beautiful and seen by few, honored by all. She’s a solar eclipse, only seen once in a lifetime. But most importantly, she’s a girl. She’s a girl who holds my heart in her hands, carefully tending to it’s every need, just by flashing her pearly white smile. She’s a girl who’s strong, and independent, and intelligent, and beautiful, and wonderful, and nice, and gracious, and grateful, and inspirational, and she’s beautiful. She’s a beautiful work of art that was carved by the gods themselves, her persona radiating amongst all with unbeknownst power and influence.
She’s always been there for me, and for that alone she’s patient and accepting, loving and honorable. I’m not the best kid in Gotham, probably the most closed off. And she’s here anyway, claiming her title as the greatest friend I could ever ask for. And I’m head over heels, bending and twisting to her every need, making sure she’s safe and okay, and healthy and as wonderful as always.
“Tim?” (Y/N) spoke up, her voice sheepish and gentle, lacking the determination I’ve accustomed to listening to. I was already looking a her when she caught my attention and I felt the blood rush to me cheeks. Embarrassing, “I didn’t come here to study. It’s kind of awkward, really. It’s just that I,” She paused, searching for the right words, and my heart was racing beyond measure, “I think I love you. And I know tha-” her words faded out and my heart leapt out of my chest. Oh. My. God. This. Is. Really. Happening. Right. Now. I’m. Going. To. Lose. My. Shit. Oh my god, “And I can’t help but feel so attracted to you, and I don’t think I can handle being just friends anymore because I honestly just want to kiss you whenever I see you and I love being close to you and I can’t help myself when you just hold me in your arms. And you’re so kind, and you make me feel safe. I don’t feel safe with anyone but you, and I don’t know why, but I’m drawn to you like pen and paper. Just like A and B, I think we belong together, and if it’s just me then that’s okay. You deserve the world and I just need to tell you that I think you’re really hot and my heart catches on fire with everything you do and say, even if it’s just simple eye contact.”
Oh my god.
“And I think that you should know that my favorite color used to be green because well, nature, and then I met you and now all I see is blue. I can’t, ugh, oh my this is embarrassing, I’m talking so much. In case you started ignoring me, I’ll give you a summary: I love you, and I think you’re cute.”
I shut my biology textbook, and I was never really reading it anyway, “That was so cute.”
“You’re so cute! Oh my god, Tim! Stop!” (Y/N) s can you just stop my rambling because I really can’t stop, please make it stop-“
“Holy shit, we’re having a moment right now.” I noted, my eyes wide and ecstatic.
“We’re always having a moment, Timothy!” She whisper-yelled, running her hands through her hair, “I don’t know why I’m freaking out so badly right now but help. Help. Me. Calm. Down.”
Acting on impulse, I inched forward and my lips met hers, moving in perfect harmony, the electricity beaming like wildfire between us. This is perfect. Everything is absolutely perfect.
Prompt: Dan’s answer video to the video that shall not be named
“Hello Internet.” Dan sighed, ruffling his hair. “Last year, an old video resurfaced. A video that Phil made for me. We tried to pass it off as an April Fool’s Day joke, but really, that’s just underestimating all of you.
“You worked it out, I guess. I mean, not that we were ever that subtle, but it was just- just unnecessary drama that we didn’t want. We… we’re not… okay. We wanted to be successful without riding on the other’s fame, but we realised quickly that that’s not something that can happen, especially not with our dynamic. No matter how much I try and deny it, we are Dan and Phil. We’re a brand, we’re advertised together, and together is the way we’re going to be successful, if all of this crazy stuff suddenly works out. I have a lot of people to apologise to.
“Phil… I need to apologise to you. The video was never meant to get out, sure, but it was also never meant to hurt me. And I know that, and I know that you feel guilty because it hurt us both. The video was never meant to be seen by anyone but me, and when I saw it, I loved it, because it made me so happy. I never wanted to get so angry at you that I hurt you. I couldn’t do that to you, and I regret ever doing it.
“Adrian… I’m so sorry. The world was never meant to find out stuff about you, or Mum or Dad. I hate that people forced you to close your blog- all you guys wanted was to stay out of this whole Internet thing, and all I did was make things worse. You’re a good kid. I’m proud of you. One day, things won’t be so bad. You’re gonna grow up, and you’re gonna do amazing things. I’m sorry that the world hurt you trying to find out about me.
“Mum, Dad, I’m sorry that my fame got us into this mess. I never meant to make myself distant from you, and I never meant to hurt Adrian. I’m sorry I dropped out of uni to do this stuff when all you wanted was for me to be successful. I promise, though, that things are gonna be okay. I’ve got Phil, and we’ve just gotten a thing from BBC Radio 1, it might be our big break. I’ll make sure that the Internet leave you alone from now on. I never meant for it to get this far.
“To all of you guys watching, I’m sorry for lying to you. I’m sorry for getting angry when you asked me questions, and I’m sorry that you all worried about me so much. I was under more pressure than I was used to, and all the fame was suddenly upon us, so many questions about me and Phil, so many questions about my sexuality- I got scared, I kept repeating how I’m not gay, but it wasn’t the whole truth, and you all knew that no matter how many times I told you otherwise.
“The video was never meant to get out, nor was it ever meant to be something other people saw. It was never meant to hurt people. But instead of running from it, I want to embrace it. It’s 2012, it’s been a year… and I love Phil. Thank you.”
Phil paused the video and looked up at Dan, who was crying. “Babe?”
“Mmm?” he hummed, unable to respond verbally.
“I’m really proud of this,” he said, “but I don’t think you should post it.”
“Why?” he blurted out.
“Because, sweetheart, it’s okay,” he said gently, kissing his forehead. “Thank you for coming to me about it. Thank you for showing me. I’m glad you’re not angry anymore.”
“But… I think it’s better that this stays hidden. I know you want to separate our branding a little bit, and if anything ever happened-”
“I’m not b-b-breaking up with you,” stammered Dan. “E-Ever.”
“I know, Dan. But I don’t want everything surrounding us to be exactly that- about us. I don’t want them to see you in a depressive episode and assume we’re fighting, and I don’t want them to see me with a migraine and assume it’s your fault. I don’t want them to think of us as a unit, and only a unit, because I know how much you value your individuality.”
“I’m happy to be a unit with you.”
“I know that.”
“But you might regret it one day. You might resent me. And I don’t want to be responsible for that.”
Dan sighed, wiping his eyes. “You’re… you’re sure?”
“Positive.” He kissed Dan’s forehead. “Send the video to your family, but I think you should think about it before you make it public.”
“Do you… not want the world to know?”
“Oh, Dan. Of course I do. I just think you’re being too rash. Think it over. Imagine if you saw it through. Take a week, and then decide. Either way, keep it.”
Dan nodded. “Thank you, Phil.”
“Anytime.” He kissed the top of Dan’s head, and left the room.
you don’t know who you’re going end up with, get married to, have two kids with. you can never know but that shouldn’t stop you from imagining a beautiful future, one where you have someone who loves you. i like to imagine mine with you in it and a beautiful house with a rooftop so we can throw dinner parties around this time every year. i like to imagine waking up to you and rolling over to kiss you every morning despite my embarrassing morning breath. i like to imagine how we will end up together.
Ok but that scene of Jaime leaving King’s Landing was literally beautiful, not just because we’ve been waiting for it for so long, but because the music, the scenery, Nikolaj’s acting, the snow, the way he covered the gold hand (the Lannister gold. He is now just Ser Jaime. It doesn’t matter he is a Lannister.)
all i could think of was your body against mine. not in a very sexual way but in a protective kind of way. i could think of your arms and how they would hold me tightly so i’d be warm. i could think of your legs which would cling to mine so i wont get away sneakily. i could think of your lips breathing out air slowly over mine so i could remember every second im not alone. all i could think of was how i would sleep like a baby in your arms unaware of the troubles that await me.