the hell am i looking at

The not very little little

Little: *looks in the mirror*
Little: *squishes tummy*
Little: *shakes thighs
Little: *turns around and looks at booty*
Little: *pokes cheeks*
Little: Daddy?
Daddy: Yes baby?
Little: I am cute as hell.
Daddy: No swearing, but yes. You’re absolutely gorgeous.

Originally posted by nyanpasuminasan


So this is a silly little thing I wrote for my lovely friend @anuecc. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 💙 I am still intent on dragging your cute, yoga toned ass down to drarry hell ;)

Harry should have known this was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. But to be fair, who in Merlin’s name would have expected Draco Malfoy showing up here, looking… like this?

“Malfoy,” Harry spluttered, his voice sounding embarrassingly raspy. “Are you… Is that a crop top?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest, seeming unconcerned.

“Is that what this is called?”

Harry swallowed around the lump that was building in his throat. Dear Merlin! Malfoy’s stomach looked simply delicious! And the way his trousers hugged his hips!

“Um… aren’t those trousers little tight?”

Malfoy narrowed his eyes.

“I was told this is what Muggles wear when they do…” He waved a hand around in the air, clearly searching for the right word. “Whatever this is called.”

“It’s called Yoga,” Harry sighed, “and we’re going to be late. Come on.”

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Hello Everyone!

Here’s the WIP of my latest commission - this time it’s not made by GW! I am working on Hell Dorado’s Sha Ren Zhe mini, and i must admit that i love the model. I have made a minor change of his bottom part - he was floating on some clouds, where i want to create a more creepy look. So i have replaced clouds with some chains and rusty wires. Will add those to the tree, along with some creepy bark, to make him look like some sort of evil demon coming out of the tree (evil tree that is ;) )

take care!

Some things that make me feel unsafe in public

- being asked if I’m Jewish because of the way my hair looks
- being interrogated about my personal political beliefs because I am identifiably Jewish
- being expected to denounce and apologize for Israel every time I want to be Jewish in public
- being told “I don’t hate Jews, but I’m pro-Palestine” in response to my Jewishness
- being told I’m going to hell for being Jewish
- non-Jews dictating to me what does and does not constitute antisemitism
- people who are not me and who don’t look like me engaging in endless debate about what “race” I belong to
- white supremacists telling me that I “control the world” and “should go back to Germany” while folks on the left tell me I benefit from white supremacy
- having to make a choice between queerness and Judaism

Noticeably absent from this list:
- seeing others’ religious symbols on display in public

“...With Her.”

Requested by an anon. I don’t what I have just written. I am sorry. I’m not even proud of this. 😫I have no clue where the hell I was going with this. I hope this is somewhat close to what you expected. 

Originally posted by highgrnder

Originally posted by clubeskimo

“Yah! That’s not fair! I saw her first!” Dabin shouted at Christian. “I’m older!” Christian screamed back. “Why are you to fighting again?” You questioned. They looked over to you and their eyes widened. “Y/N!”

You met Dabin first. The two of you were the same age. You remember exactly how the two of you became friends. You were on the swing set all by yourself. You were around seven at this time. You hated it here. You recently moved to Seoul. One thing you truly hated more than the preppy little girls, the outfit. It wasn’t really the whole outfit, it was the skirt!

Dabin walked up to the swing set and sat in the swing next to you. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “I hate it here. I wanna go home.”

“I do too. Maybe we could keep each other company.”

“Sure, I guess.”

You talked with him until it was time to go back to class.

“Thank you for hanging out with me today. Same time, tomorrow?” He asked.

You nodded. He turned around and began to head toward his class, then it hit you. You didn’t know his name.

“HEY! WAIT!” You screamed after him.

He turned back to you. “We never told each other our names!”

“Dabin! Hong Dabin! You are?” He said loudly to make himself heard because you were quite far from him.

“Y/N! Y/N L/N!”

The two of you became the bestest of friends. The two of you became such great friends, he wanted you to meet his friend who was two years older than him. You were excited to meet him.

You walked with Dabin to the local playground. When you got there, there wasn’t that many people. Just mothers and their little babies. Then there was one kid who was bigger than the rest. Dabin ran out up the kid. “Christian!” “Dabin!”

They shared a hug. Dabin pulled back and looked back to you. “Come on! Don’t be shy.”

You walked up to the two of them.

“This is Y/N? She’s pretty.”

You felt your cheeks warm up at his compliment.

“Well, Y/N this is Christian. Christian this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” You said before you bowed.

“Nice to meet you too.”

The three of you were the bestest of friends. You couldn’t be separated. Your family said you hung out with them too much and that you were starting to act like a boy. You ignored it and continued to do you, like the amazing person you were.

As all three of you grow up, things were changing, but all of you were still close. You were even closer than ever. Christian became a musician turned director and founded his group, DPR. Dabin became a rapper and went under the stage name, DPR Live. Then there was you. You had become an actress. A well respected and loved actress if I say so myself.

As the older you grew, something changed about you. And both Christian and Dabin saw it. When they were kids, they didn’t think it would happen, but it did. Dabin and Christian were both had feelings for you.

You never felt that way about either of them. Even if you had doubts, you had to stop yourself because you loved and cared for the both of them as brothers. You knew it would ruin your friendship to date one of them.

Today you were catching with them. It had been awhile since you were busy staring in movies and dramas. You treated them to a nice lunch at a nearby cafe from your agency.

“It’s so nice to be hanging out with the two of you again! Just the three of us! I’ve missed the two of you so much.”

“I miss you too!” The both of them said at the same time.

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“I’m gonna go get some Boba. You guys want some?” You asked.

“HONEYDEW!” They answered together before staring each other down.

“Whatever, weirdos.”

You walked over the counter to placed an over with three large sized Bobas.

“Yah! Why are you flirting with Y/N?!” Dabin asked Christian.

“Because I like her.”

“What?! I like her!”

“Step off Dabin. I’ve liked her since we were in high school. She used to come to me for help with her homework since I was two grades above the two of you. I clearly deserve a chance with her.” Christian sassed.

Dabin scoffed. “Yah! That’s not fair! I saw her first!” Dabin shouted at Christian. “I’m older!” Christian screamed back. “Why are you to fighting again?” You questioned. They looked over to you and their eyes widened. “Y/N!” They both said shocked.

“How come you guys are being so weird and saying everything at the same time?” You questioned before giving them their Boba.

They stayed quiet and took a sip.

“Now you guys wanna shut up. Something is up with the two of you. How about we go to playground after this and just swing for a bit, you know like we used to?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” Dabin spoke up before taking a sip from his Boba.

After the lunch, the three of you walked to the playground. Christian sat on the last swing to the right. You sat next to him. Dabin sat in the swing to the left of you. It was silent for a bit.

You looked down at the ground. Dabin looked over to you with soft eyes.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked you.

“I just I fear that, one day we won’t be friends. We’ll separate and go our own ways. I have dreams when I sleep. Dreams that start off good, but end with the three of us not being friends.”

Dabin put his hand on your shoulder. “Don’t think like that. We’ll always be your friends, Y/N.”

“Can I ask you something?” You questioned.

“Of course, Anything.”

“There’s something up between you and Christian. You two aren’t acting like the old you. The two of you were the bestest of friends. But today something is up with you, the both of you. Tell me. What is wrong with the two of you? Is it me?”



You turned your head to see Christian looking at you and Dabin.


“It is you. Dabin knows it’s you too! The reason we’ve been acting like we have is because both of us have feelings for you.”

Your eyes widened. “What?” You repeated clueless.

“I thought it was obvious. Especially the way Dabin showed his affection, he was the most obvious.” Christian added.

“I’m the reason behind it?”

“If I could have stopped myself I would have, but I couldn’t. I don’t wanna ruin our friendship, but I also don’t want to see you with anyone else. Not even Christian!”

Christian scoffed. “As if she’d want to be with someone who’s as much as a pushover as you, Dabin.”

“Shut it!”

“Enough you two! I love the both of you, as friends and brothers. Nothing more, nothing less. I just want all of us to be friends forever. I don’t want to choose between you. Remember the plan for my wedding we made when I was younger?”

“Yeah, I remember like it was yesterday. We agreed instead of bridesmaids, you’d get us in suits standing behind you as you got married.” Dabin said.

“Yes. That has been the plan since we were kids. I want the two of you behind me, not just one. What happens if I date one of you? The other will hate each other. I can’t fall for either one of you. You guys are the brothers I always wanted, please don’t do this to me.”

You were on the verge of tears. Dabin looked over to Christian and mouthed the words. “Look what you did!”

“ME?!” Christian mouthed back.

“Y/N, please don’t cry.”

You stayed silent.

Christian looked up the sky. “It must be around eight. The sun is setting. The sun set used to be our favorite thing to look at when we were kids. We’d lay in the grass. Y/N would always be in the middle. Hell, we didn’t even know what feelings were. Those were the good days. Those were the good times.”

“Could we do it again, for my sake?” You asked.

“Of course.”

The three of you stood up and went into an empty grassy plain. The three of you laid down in the grass. Christian on the right, you in the middle, and Dabin on the left. It was silent, but you enjoyed the silence.

You couldn’t hide the involuntary smile that appeared on your face. Christian turned to his side to see you smile.

“See I knew the sun set would make you smile. You okay now?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I won’t fall in love again for a while.” Dabin said aloud.

“Same here.” Christian admitted.

“I’m sure there are two lovely and beautiful women out there who would be dying to fall in love with you. But you guys won’t let them come in between us, right?”

“Never.” They both say at the same time.

Anyone else's head spinning?

the stunt was the stunt. Darren actually didn’t look like he was in hell. Decided improvement.

But is the tweet possible? Could we have a confirmed sighting? Am I being too optimistic?

anonymous asked:

Know that I am not one to lie, Pat. In all honesty, I would disclose where he is and who he is with, but it is not my place. Hell, I would even tell you what he's doing right at this moment, but I am limited in what I can do. I will say that he seems to be recovering nicely, seeming no more than tired and hungry.

Pat: I don’t like it, but there’s not much else to do except trust you. This doesn’t mean we’re going to stop looking, though. It just means we have all the more reason to find him so we can properly.. thank these new allies.

what comes next


alright i’ll just cut to the chase and tell y'all that my last fic was posted a hell of a long time ago. I can’t tell you how much i am sorry for not getting anything out there. not that I feel obligated to post and shit but I REALLY JUST LIKE TO WRITE. I love writing. With all my heart. But in all honesty it has been months since I’ve actually sat down and written a fic or have had a refreshing idea, I’m totally writers blocked and I hate it. I’m not trying to make excuses or look for pity but the fact that I can’t think of even an intro is driving me nuts when I’ve got requests sitting in my queue and I’m just like …HWGAGSGBBDDJDJSJKSFVSGDHRNFN everything that comes out is just dry and I don’t want to let y'all down. But with that being said I have written some faint ideas down for 3 fics that could turn into something. And I want y'all to choose. I’ve started like the first two lines for each one, my mind is goin crazy and maybe picking one thing at a time could get me back rolling in the game i guess. Thanks guys, I love you all sososo much ❤️
-AU where Here are my colors is in Anthony’s perspective
-AU where Here are my colors but it’s who Oak helps & falls for
the reader in the end (oak x reader)
-Fluffy semi smutty Laurens fic which may include skinny dipping

anonymous asked:

Omg i just tried to watch one video of laura lee because honestly, never heard of her and i couldnt get past a minute! I just couldnt force myself to keep watching. How can people enjoy that. (no hate but wtf) also her makeup was just this generic -too much of everything but not very good applied- that americans have been trying to convince the rest of the world that is the way to go... (Sidenote: sorry for my english, not my first tongue x) )

idk tbh i guess to each their own some people have a higher pain threshold than others. i feel like youtube’s so called makeup *artists* (not even calling them gurus cuz thats… dumb as hell and appropriative) keep applying makeup like that because it looks decent on camera w/ all their lights and filters on but i am convinced they look like shit irl and anyone with functioning eyes can see that! and don’t apologise for ur english it’s fine i’m not a native speaker either so im certainly not going to be the one correcting u or looking down upon u akjldkjgfgdlkj

anonymous asked:

Tell me why I am crying and smiling through tears for 36 yrs old man with wife and kids. I keep watching this vid over and over and the fact that I'm a seventeen years old boy doesn't help in anyway. I should be dating girls rn. But Brandon is so hot and cute I'm weak pls help me

It’s honestly a masterpiece so I don’t blame you. It tells a story in four and a half minutes that some movies might struggle to do justice to in 120. Also Brandon looks fine as hell in it and you’d have to be blind not to see that hahah. If you’re weak then so am I and so is 99% of this fandom right now, we can all be weak together

“Tagged by @justtrasheveryday

A age - 19

B birthplace - Oceanside, California 

C current Time - 2:03 AM

D Last thing I Drank - water 

E easiest person to talk to - @pocky-pocky <3

F favorite song - Probably I Miss You by Blink 182? idk honestly

G grossest memory - Discovering what meatspin was when I was just a 14 year old babby 

H horror, yes or no? - Hell yeah I fucking love horror

I in love? - You bet your ass I am <3 

J jealous of People? - People in my age group who have their shit together 

K killed someone - Why the fuck is this a question? 

L love at First Sight? Or look Past again? - It can happen definitely, idk about the other one

M middle name - Joseph

N number of Siblings - 2 (both 10+ years younger)

O one Wish - To visit @pocky-pocky and to be generally happy  

P person you last called - @pocky-pocky right now 

Q question you’re always asked - “Wait, you’re bisexual?” (by most people just getting to know me)

R reason to smile - My friends and bf 

S song you last sang - Africa by Toto 

T time you woke up - Around 11:30 AM 

U underwear color - We don’t know each other that well

V vacation - Oh god anywhere right now pls 

W worst Habit - Picking at my zits 

X x-Rays - None that I can remember 

Y your Favorite Food - Anything honestly 

Z zodiac Sign - Scorpio 

I tag @pocky-pocky, @leopardprintthrow, @kagurani, @jimparscns @the-hxh-files and whoever else wants to do it idc 

Our whole life is made up of details, whether we like them or not. I am choosing to face mine, look them right in the eye, and let my demons see - I’m not afraid of them anymore. They don’t define me. So why on earth would I let them have the honor of scaring me?

It’s time they know what it feels like to be haunted. Yes, the devil’s in the details, and that devil’s name is me. And today I’m going to give them a new story to tell. Mine. I haven’t finished writing it yet, hell, I haven’t even hardly started, but by the time I’m done, whenever that may be, I’ll tell you right now, it’s gonna be epic.
—  Sometimes I don’t realize how I feel until I’ve written it down (snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales)

Someone in the notes of the last Leyendecker post I reblogged mentioned having difficulty telling his work and Rockwell’s apart, and I know from experience that many people get them confused, which is somewhat astonishing as, to my eyes, their styles are very distinct. Leyendecker was Rockwell’s idol and mentor, but they were very different people and were interested in portraying different aspects of humanity, even when the basic subject matter was the same.

Surface-level, here are some differences:

  • Leyendecker smoothed out faults and imperfections (in the young. he stylized them in the old); Rockwell exaggerated them to mild or moderate caricature
  • Leyendecker approached his paintings as sculpture- even the merest clothing folds are carved out of the paint; Rockwell approached his paintings as drawings- the underlying contour always shines through.
  • Leyendecker used broad hatching brushstrokes and areas of smooth shine; Rockwell used more naturalistic texture and lighting
  • Leyendecker created idolized, larger-than-life figures that feel Hellenistic in their perfection; Rockwell created intimate scenes populated by figures that feel familiar in their specificity
  • Leyendecker’s best and most comfortable work was as a fashion/lifestyle illustrator; Rockwell’s best and most comfortable work was as an editorial/humor illustrator 
  • Leyendecker created beautiful still lives with his figures; Rockwell told compelling stories
  • Leyendecker often created erotic tension in his paintings; Rockwell almost never did.

See below: Two paintings of soldiers with women, but in Rockwell’s there is a clear punchline, and while the poses are contrived for the sake of composition, they’re not self-conscious. The women are pretty- as demanded by the central joke- but not truly sexualized anywhere but in the mind of the young soldier who is being overloaded with cake and attention. 

Contrast Leyendecker’s soldiers with a young nurse. Everyone in this image is posing attractively- no one has their mouth full or ears sticking out. Each crease and fold is sharp and sculptural, and the light picks out their best features- in particular the shoulders and posterior of the soldier facing away from the viewer. There is neither joke nor story, merely a group of beautiful young people, portrayed with deft brushwork and graceful lines. (and check out that hatching! That’s indicator #1 that you’ve got a Leyendecker image)

Leyendecker was very comfortable with “hot young things wearing clothes”, and did them very VERY well, but his facility with idealization came at the cost of personalization, which was fine for fashion illustration, but shows in his domestic scenes: 

Beautiful, but… cold. (Also, that hand on the left- who holds a baby with their hand like that??? Good lord, J.C.) Compare a Rockwell illustration (for a baby food brand, I believe) of a mother and baby: this is clearly a real and individual young mother and baby, interacting exactly how parents and babies really interact.

Even when they did basically the same content, and putting aside posing or composition or anything other than objective visual analysis, it’s still obvious who is who:

  • Red: NR’s smoother rendering vs JCL’s super cool hatching
  • Green: NR’s naturalistic cloth folds vs JCL’s sculptural stylization
  • Blue: NR’s natural lighting vs JCL’s world where everything is shiny

Now go forth, confident in the knowledge that you’ll never confuse a Rockwell or a Leyendecker ever again, and can refute any claim that their styles are ‘virtually identical’. 

(( the quickest doodle to have ever doodled 
psst more in the tags ))


MarkiplierTV presents Resident Enis

(bloopers because Dark needs a few more takes to even say that in a straight sentence)

Dark is usually the Evil Guy TM in most of my portrayals, but sometimes I remember he was claimed to be an evil vampire in his earlier years. Also I was watching Resident Enis so why not