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New Old Captain

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Lardo was hunched over her laptop working on a write up for her final art project and Ford was across the table from her, finalizing room assignments for the boys’ upcoming (and final) roadie, when the front door opened and a voice called out, “Hello?”

“Jack?” Lardo scrambled out of her chair and into the front hallway. Ford leaned over to save Lardo’s document, then slowly followed after her. She didn’t think she had met anyone on the team named Jack, but who else would be coming to the Haus? She ran through a mental roster of the team, but didn’t come up with anything.

She found Lardo wrapped up in what looked like the world’s comfiest hug with a man who had to be a foot taller than her, and if he wasn’t some sort of athlete, Ford would eat her rooming assignments. His arms, good lord.

“Who’s this, Ris?” He asked, catching sight of Ford.

“Ford, our new manager,” Lardo’s voice was muffled into his chest. “Ford, this is Jack. You should have told someone you were coming, Ransom and Holster made an extra practice today and everyone else is at the rink.”

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Derek, master of tight black jeans and tight dark henley's, shows up to a pack meeting wear a soft blush pink sweater and light faded blue jeans and he just looks so soft Stiles wants to touch.

Stiles had learned a lot of things about Derek Hale, Beacon Hills’ very own grumpy werewolf with a dry wit and a heart of gold, over the years of knowing him.

For one, Derek Hale was a nerd behind the walls he had put up to protect himself – his feelings, his heart – after everything he had been through. He owned so many books, that they couldn’t even fit onto the many, many shelves he had put in the loft after he returned to the town the year before.

He had a movie collection that easily beat Stiles’ own, and he could talk for hours and hours about pretty much any historical event. Stiles knew from personal experience, had listened to him go on and on for a seemingly endless time, and he hadn’t been bored for a single second of it.

For another, Derek had incredible, although slightly boring, taste in music. Incredible because the music he did listen to was good and calming. Boring because there wasn’t a lot of variety, the same songs playing on repeat.

Stiles had only complained about it once (okay, maybe three times) but then he’d seen the relaxed expression on Derek’s face while the music filled the loft and he’d promptly stopped.

For a third, Derek had pictures of his family stored away somewhere. None of them were put up when the loft got redecorated, and no one in the pack had asked. Not even Cora.

For a fourth, Derek was a damn good cook and an even better baker. Stiles could eat his own weight in his cooking, probably more than.

For a fifth, Derek was as much of a big brother as he was a little brother. He could tease and annoy in his own way as much as he could protect and glare away anyone coming anywhere near the people he cared about.

For a sixth, Derek looked amazing in dark colors, and his typical tight black jeans and dark henley combo constantly made Stiles drool. Dark colors, Stiles had learned over the years, were Derek’s color. Stiles hadn’t seen him in any actual colors since that one blue shirt that was ruined in a fight all those years ago.

Stiles hadn’t even realized how much he had missed seeing Derek wearing colors. Not until Derek walked in through the door wearing a soft blush pink sweater that fit him perfectly and faded blue jeans that hugged his thighs in all the right places.

So really, he couldn’t be blamed for stopping mid sentence to turn and gape and stare.

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MESSAGE DELIVERED | pt.1

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader
→ Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor
→ Words: 2,517
→ Rated: NC-17
→ Warnings: alcohol, language
→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another.
→ Note: This is an old thing and actually the first thing I wrote after the accident, and I decided to post it again because I kind of hold it close to my heart ? It’s not all going to be texts between the characters, but quite a lot of backstory and stuff the more we get into it. It’ll be told from both Y/N’s POV and Jungkook’s. Please enjoy! :)

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : coming soon

cr.


The first time you receive one it’s in the middle of the night.

At first you simply stir in your sleep, turning around as if that will somehow stop the annoying buzzing resounding from under your pillow. When it doesn’t, you grab the cursed device and flip it over in your hands, wondering whom of your stupid friends decided to be an excruciating pain in the ass this late.

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“So, let’s talk about [Y/N].”

“Oh no.” Tom chuckled, shifting in his seat. He knew the topic of [Y/N] was going to inevitable. He had tried hard to curve the questions in a different direction but he knew the radio host was a bit persistent than most interviewers he had been around. So, he was going to put on his big boy pants and tackle these questions regarding his ex-girlfriend. 

“I know, I know. These aren’t the kind of questions you wanna hear but you know, we gotta know Tom. We got to know.” The host laughed in his normal obnoxious way. Clearing his throat, he started. “So what’s the story, what happened man?” 

Tom scratched the back of his ear as he stretched, “Well, uh, we, there’s not much to this story, by the way.” Shifting again in his seat, he shrugged. “I mean we just decided to stay friends.”

“Aw, come on Tom. Give us more than that!” The host laughed, “Okay, how about this. Who broke up with who?” 

“Me.” Tom winced, rubbing his hands over his face, “[Y/N] is a wonderful, wonderful girl. I absolutely loved spending time with her but I physically couldn’t give her the time she deserved, you know? She could only travel with me on rare occasions because she’s a busy girl too. It just wasn’t fair and I didn’t want to hold her up when she could find someone else.” 

“I think you messed up, Tom.” The host replied, shaking his head. “You gotta fight through those things, man. She’s a keeper, dude. She’s such a sweet girl. I mean a little feisty but believe me, I’m a man of experience, you can’t let a girl like that get away.”

Tom laughed, “I’ve been told I’ve messed up by a lot of people. My best buddy, Harrison, laid into me, actually.” 

The host frowned and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well you did. Because now she’s rumored to be with [another celeb crush]. How does that make you feel?” 

Shrugging, “I mean if she’s happy that’s all that matters. It shouldn’t matter how I feel, I’m the one who let her go. It’s my own fault if I feel negative.” 

“Well, man, I think you can take him. One on one, whoever wins gets the girl.” 

Again, Tom laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t know, I don’t think so.” 

“I hope everything words out for you man. You two were a cute couple, it’s a shame that it didn’t work out but you know, that’s life. It throws curveballs at you, you just got to know when to catch and when to dodge ‘em.” 

Tom nodded, “Thanks. I mean who knows what’ll happen the next time our paths cross.” 

“So you’re saying that if she wanted to get back together, you’d be all in?” 

“What? Yeah, I mean possibly.” Shrugging, “Like I said, [Y/N] is a great girl. I just didn’t want to be that guy who got so wrapped up in his work and lost track of time. I think if you’re in a relationship, it should feel like it. You know, always trying to finish up so you can be with her or trying to find just five seconds to call to see how her day is going. I could’t do that when we were together, it was just go, go, go. I had no time and again, it’s not fair for her. I want her to be happy. That’s the goal, isn’t it?” 

“You seem like a smart kid on the matter. I’ll back off, now.”The host laughed and continued on about a different topic, leaving Tom thinking about how much he actually missed [Y/N]. He had a point though, didn’t he? Of course he did. Tom respected [Y/N] too much to leave her wondering if he was ever going to call because in all and all, he wanted to but never had the time. 

Maybe after the interview he’d text her to see how she’s doing and if she’s happy with how things went down because if she wasn’t. Maybe, just maybe, he could fix them. 

evakerlitvet  asked:

Hi Jo!So I'm super excited for the next ep, I'm hoping that it'll fix all of the mistakes that were made in 2x07. until that, let me sneak in a random question into your ask box: do you think malec call each other nicknames/pet names?

Hi Nitsa! Same here, I’m excited and I hope my internet here is strong enough to sustain my livestream~

I mean, we all know Magnus uses pet names with like, everybody. Biscuit here, darling there, sweetheart over at the back. So Alec isn’t surprised when he’s fumbling around the kitchen and Magnus shows up, one hand combing through bed hair and another muffling a yawn and mumbles out “what’s cooking, pumpkin?” As much as Alec thinks that’s endearing, he hates that he has to suppress the idea that he has used the nickname on one too many lovers. So the next time they’re kissing in bed; hands under each other’s shirts, long legs tangled in an organised mess and Alec slides his fingers along Magnus’ ribcage just right, tearing a breathless “Alexander” out of him, Alec steels himself. 

“I love it when you call me that,” Alec pauses, a few seconds longer, betraying the casual tone of his voice. And Magnus is astute, even when he’s seconds away from dragging Alec down towards him because his lips are not where they should be, and he drags out, voice thick as honey, “Of course, my Alexander”, with a steady gaze. And Alec knows that Magnus gets it, and he finally seals Magnus’ lips with his.

-

Alec’s awkward with nicknames. Now that he’s thinking about it, he realises that the only one whom he calls with a nickname is Izzy and doesn’t everyone call her that? Well, except Magnus; and now that he’s thinking of him, he’s troubled over whether Magnus would like to have that: a pet name. Darling? Too common, Magnus practically calls everybody that. Baby? No way, he’d rather die than have to call someone that. Mags? Alec makes a face. 

“What’s with that face? Wait, don’t tell me Izzy made this,” Jace glares at the spoonful of stew he was about to put into his mouth and his eyes dart between Alec and the pot in between them. Alec’s confused for a moment but he shakes his head and puts his spoon down, to which Jace sighs in relief and shoves the spoon into his mouth. 

“Jace, what did you call your…girlfriends? I mean, did you call each other using pet names? Does it come naturally? Like, how do you suddenly go from calling someone by name to calling them by something else? What’s that something else? How-”

“Wait, wait, wait. Slow it down, bud. Are you talking about things like babe, princess or things like that?” Alec nods solemnly at the question and Jace’s confusion suddenly turns to smugness. He was about to make a jab at that but Alec shook his head and Jace dropped it out of kindness from seeing his parabatai so troubled. He merely shrugs and offers, “Don’t think too much about it; it’s gonna come out forced if you overthink it, and yes, I can totally see you overthinking right now so don’t even deny it, I know you Alec,” Alec huffs but he takes the advice to heart and tries not to wince when he has to get his boyfriend’s attention and has to settle for “Magnus”. 

And when it finally happens, he just has to mess it up, or so he thinks, when he picks up a phone call mid-mission and in his distraction, he answers with, “Hi love, what’s up,” after which there’s a silence that’s a beat too long and Alec realises that he’s fucked up because he hasn’t even said the three words and this order is totally wrong and oh god, Magnus doesn’t feel the same yet, does he? He’s this close to flinging his phone to the furthest end of the world when Magnus clears his throat and replies, voice a little unsteady, “Well, Alexander, I love you too, if that’s what you were trying to say,” and Alec is amazed by how Magnus always knows and never in his life had he wanted to be a warlock so badly just so he could portal to right where Magnus was and kiss the stars out of him.

anonymous asked:

Hi River! Can you link us to some meta, analysis, commentary, or basic evidence of Sherlock being trans, particularly in BBC Sherlock? I just haven't really read anything in depth about this so I'm interested to know more. Thanks!

hey! i’m just going to compile my own list of things i’ve caught but you can certainly go to @marcelock‘s trans sherlock tag for more!!!

so firstly, most of the canonical evidence is in s3 and tab but i thought i’d start with something that caught my attention in the great game

here, sherlock is excitedly giving his deduction about the golem

and john, pressed about the earlier confrontation he had with sherlock about moriarty, and impatient, replies with this

which leads sherlock and lestrade to have these reactions:

now QUITE obviously sherlock and lestrade know something here that john does not. lestrade looks down and away immediately after john’s comment and sherlock looks at lestrade with a look which vehemently reads “don’t say anything, he doesn’t know” 

to me, this is an extremely obvious misgendering of sherlock that john does ignorantly and unintentionally because he honestly doesn’t know, and i can adhere to this personally because it has happened to me on multiple occasions 

now, throughout the next 10 minutes of the episode sherlock distances himself from john by telling him that they should split up to get more done, which isn’t an unusual occurrence but it is DEFINITELY unusual when john is doing something that only police should be doing (interviewing the dead man’s roommate) 

i see this as sherlock needing to distance himself from john for just a little while because of the earlier instance. he’s obviously not mad, just a bit upset and jarred but as you can see by the end of the episode everything between them is completely fine again

in s2 there isn’t much in the way of physical evidence like above, it’s more subtextual, in asib it is brought up at least twice that i can remember that sherlock is a virgin 

“sex doesn’t alarm me” “how would you know?” 

“he calls you the ice man and the virgin” 

this can be attested to that sherlock is just a genuinely awkward person and uncomfortable with contact as such but it can easily be read that because he is trans that he experienced and experiences body dysphoria which would lead to him not being comfortable with his own body, let alone allowing someone else to be with it so intimately 

“but what about top surgery scars?????” you may ask

not all trans people get double mastectomies!!! some of us don’t ever get surgery! but sherlock could have easily had the key hole operation which would not leave the double incisions on the chest that you see on many trans men 

sherlock having little to no body hair is also incredibly telling, as many trans men, even on testosterone, are unable to grow it and if they do it’s usually patchy

in both thob and the google maps of 221b, there is an injection gun sitting on the table

injection guns are used to inject medication accurately and frequently, and, sherlock constantly on the move for cases, would need to administer his testosterone quickly and efficiently

now, in The Trans Sherlock Show (s3) there is so much evidence that he’s trans it makes my head spin

the VERY first scene we see sherlock in, he has absolutely no facial hair, yet, the hair on his head is literally down to his shoulders

where did he find the time to shave yet not cut his hair??? he didn’t

sherlock was unable to have access to testosterone in the field for 2 years is what happened, so it stunted his facial hair growth 

there is literally no other explanation for this like

moving on to tsot

sherlock loves dancing and always has which isn’t that unusual for men anymore, but his love for dancing does not explain the fact that he can do a pirouette perfectly? he would have had to go through extensive training to complete such a move, and many parents put their “little girls” in dancing lessons

during the stag night and sherlock and john’s drinking game, sherlock drunkenly asks questions that john answers to validate him, not the person on his head

“am i human?”

“am i a man?”

“tall?”

“nice?”

“clever?”

“am i important?”

“do people like me?”

sherlock is obviously seeking validation from john, and he just wants to know what he is to people and how people see him

later in this scene sherlock also says “beauty is a construct based entirely on childhood influences and role models” which is a really… trans thing to say. he’s talking about beauty and looks but those are as performative as gender, gender is literally performing a look, how you want to be perceived and how you want others to perceive you

hlv now!!!

as a little aside and a line that i always laugh at anderson asks sherlock if he has “one hole or two” and sherlock abashedly says “sorry?!” and obviously they’re talking about the gunshot wound but it’s just a funny trans joke to me

anyway! “how can sherlock be trans if he is clearly a little boy in his mind palace!!!” sherlock can imagine himself however he wants in his mind palace folks and children are mostly androgynous in formative years so this could have been how he looked or he’s picturing himself as such

now the 2 hospital scenes, one with janine and the deleted scene with magnussen 

first the janine scene: 

“you lied to me, you lied and lied” 

“just once would have been nice”

sherlock, awkwardly, “i was waiting until we got married”

“you shouldn’t have lied to me, i know what kind of man you are. we could have been friends”

now this can be read as both a reveal of sherlock being gay AND trans

“but it can only be about him being gay!!!” you might say

then explain the magnussen scene:

magnussen, a man who blackmails people for money, is blackmailing sherlock about his “musician’s hands”

but this comment quickly turns into calling them “woman’s hands,” and sherlock looks at magnussen in fear - he knows his secret

this deleted scene completely explains sherlock’s vehemence toward mycroft near the end of hlv when mycroft asks sherlock why he hates magnussen so much

and finally the tarmac scene, when sherlock says “sherlock is actually a girl’s name”

this can be interpreted a couple of different ways in terms of him being trans

sherlock could be saying here that sherlock was his birthname and he wanted to keep it, but needed a masculine name on legal documents, hence william sherlock scott holmes, because sherlock is quite an androgynous unusual name

or, he could be saying that he was born a “girl,” and that his being carries along that sentiment even though he had chosen sherlock during his transition. either way, he’s literally saying he’s trans

onto tab, 

sherlock has no facial hair at all, yes he could be cleanly shaven, but as this is the 1890s hrt doesn’t exist yet so he wouldn’t be able to actually grow it

sherlock, perhaps having noticed, or not caring to notice because hooper is in the same predicament as him, has not said anything about the fact that hooper is, for lack of a better term, “a woman dressed in man’s clothing”

hooper could be a trans man just like sherlock, hence him not saying a single thing because he himself is trans as well and would not dare to out hooper

I LITERALLY HAVE NO COMMENT????? THIS IS THE MOST TRANS LINE I HAVE EVER COME ACROSS IN CINEMA 

in the end scene, when sherlock tells john that he “would be very much at home in such a world” and that he’s always been a man out of his time, it’s fairly obvious that sherlock knows he could better himself in current day, that he could be the man he wanted with access to what he wanted in the 21st century (testosterone, surgery, etc) 

and finally after all of that! the big doozy of yesterday in which we all learned that sherlock literally leaves his t needles all over 221b! a major thank you to @sidryan for that!

anyway that’s all! sherlock is trans thanks for coming to my ted talk

Art:Catalyst” by @murrchow/ @minmeiz
Fic: “Fireflight” by @the-flame-and-hawks-eye

I’m so hONORED TO BE WORKING ALONGSIDE MIN THIS YEAR GUYS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. We wanted to spin in a little angst and young!Royai for this collaboration after we thought, ‘Why can’t fire be a catalyst?’ And thus this magnificent piece of art (and this fic) was born!!!


Every love story needs a catalyst of some sort - Ian Somerhalder


Riza wasn’t sure what to make of her father’s newest apprentice. Since his arrival he had kept to himself, for the most part, working diligently on whatever tasks her father gave him. She had thought it a good thing – it kept him out of her hair.

His other protégés had focused less on the work her father had given them and instead tried to build relationships with them. While she understood to some degree where they were coming from, they failed to realize that they were essentially there to learn alchemy. He, on the other hand, did try to make small talk to lessen the awkward silences that would sometimes stretch between the three of them when they were together, though it was not to the embarrassing degree that the others did.

So she found it unusual when he sat down next to her while she was sprawled out on the floor in front of the fireplace. She stopped herself from looking utterly surprised, waiting a few moments before she looked up from her book to shoot him a questioning look.

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anonymous asked:

Pssst. If you're still looking for Timmy prompts, I'm a sucker for sick!Tim. Bonus if he's in "work 'till I drop" mode. And actually collapses before anyone really puts together what's up with him.

I feel like this isn’t quite what you were hoping for, but I tried? Uni is stressing me out a bit at the moment and as a result I’m in a bit of a creative slump so this is a lot shorter than I would have liked and probably terrible but oh well at least it’s finally posted.

Probably set either not too long after Bruce adopts Tim or while his dad is in a coma.

He can hear Tim’s voice arguing with someone when he arrives at the front office, which is reassuring. Or maybe not so much, because Tim tends to get more snappish and argumentative when he’s not alright. Bruce takes a second to school his features into something resembling neutrality - if too much concern leaks through, Tim will either retreat into himself or lash out at him as well, both of which would be counterproductive - without looking disinterested and pushes the door open to step inside. 

Tim’s eyes are wide when they latch onto him, shimmering with frustration that nobody believes his claims that he’s fine. He opens his mouth - presumably to protest being taken home - but the school receptionist gets in first with a relieved, “Mr Wayne, thank you for coming.”

“Of course,“ Bruce says. He sits down next to Tim, looking him over. He doesn’t like what he sees; too pale, dark smudges under his eyes, cheeks tinted pink, a slight squint as he tries to glare past the headache pounding behind his eyes. 

“They told me you passed out. How do you feel?”

Tim lifts a hand to scrub at his eyes, prickling with heat beneath the sheen of exhausted tears he’s trying desperately to keep at bay. "I didn’t pass out,” he protests. “Just got a little dizzy ’s all.”

“That’s not the bit that was a question, Tim,” Bruce says firmly. He catches Tim’s hand and pulls it away from his face, pressing his own knuckles to his cheek to gauge how high his fever is. “And I expect an honest answer.”

Tim huffs, but he leans into Bruce’s touch, eyes closing as he admits in a whisper, “Not fantastic.”

It’s an understatement if Bruce has ever heard one, but it’s better than nothing.

Despite how exhausted he clearly looks, his pulse is racing when Bruce presses two fingers against the point beneath his jaw. Bruce frowns. “How much coffee have you had today?”

“I couldn’t miss school, B.”

“Tim. How many cups?”

“Four? Five? I dunno.” Tim leans a little more heavily against him. “Everything’s… hazy. ’S moving too fast.”

Way too much coffee and not enough sleep then. A bad enough combination on its own, but when he seems to be coming down with something as well…

“Okay. Let’s get you home and into bed.”

Bruce stands up and pulls Tim to his feet as well. The teen sways slightly and Bruce tucks him against his side, an arm around his shoulders for support. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”

Tim’s eyes are focused on putting one foot in front of the other but he tilts his head enough that Bruce can see a smile playing over his lips. “I know,” he replies quietly, then adds almost to himself, “’S weird being picked up by a parent.”

Bruce’s heart clenches. Tim is clearly out of it, or he’d never let even that small detail about his crappy childhood slip out. He wonders how often Tim battled through school with a fever because nobody was at home to take care of him, or how often he felt a spark of hope when someone was called to pick him up, only for it to be crushed out when it was just one of his many nannies. Tim stumbles going down the front steps of the school and Bruce automatically hugs him a little tighter. He makes a vow to himself, as Tim smiles gratefully, open and lopsided with exhaustion and fever, that he’s going to be here for this kid more than he has been, make sure he knows that he’s loved and wanted no matter what. Starting with taking him home and letting Alfred fuss over him.

anonymous asked:

Hi there. I saw your post on how life is at SCAD majoring wise and was curious about what one might do if a school doesn't offer a sequential program. I wanted to go to scad, but due to finances and travel the option was less afforadable than another art school. Would you have any suggestions on what one could do to study sequential art on their own? Books, online course suggestions? (I apologize if this is a lot of questions, I completely understand if I'm asking too much.)

Hey! So having only gone to SCAD I’m no expert, but here’s what I’d do, as someone who is currently trying to get into comics. I’m starting from only an illustration background, so it’s challenging, but I think it’s very doable!

First of all, any traditional drawing skills classes you can take in or out of school would be great. Figure drawing, perspective drawing, construction drawing, and so on. Basically building up the skills to be able to draw most things out of your head and have them look reasonably convincing.

Secondly, read comics! You’ll have a much easier time learning to make comics if you’ve read lots of them and generally understand how they work. Make sure to read both webcomics and “classic” print comics, and try ones from different places! American comics are very different from Japanese comics, which themselves are very different from Belgian or French comics.

Lastly, here’s a list of books I’ve bought for classes and for myself, that I’ve found helpful

  • Understanding Comics - Scott McCloud - What it says on the tin. This goes over a lot of the structure of comics as it’s understood, and covers a lot of central concepts we’ve all experienced in reading comics but probably never thought about. If nothing else it’s a fun read!
  • Making Comics - Scott McCloud - Similar to the first one, but covers more angles of the art of actually MAKING comics. Reading this always gets me pumped to draw
  • The Five C’s of Cinematography - Joseph V. Mascelli (can probably get this one for free as a PDF. I got it for like $6 on Amazon) - Admittedly haven’t read this yet but it’s required reading for a class I have next quarter and comes strongly recommended. I assume it covers a lot of the fundamentals of framing a shot, timing action, and so on that apply to comics as well as film.
  • Rapid Viz - Kurt Hanks (same as above. Can probably get it for free. I got it used for real cheap) - Great intro to perspective and construction drawing! Also has a lot of exercises in it that are worth doing if you’re a beginner to constructing forms on the page. If you have no idea how to draw a gun or a car or a building, this has stuff in it that you’re gonna want.
  • Color and Light - James Gurney - Got this for myself because my color needs work. This focuses more on traditional painting, but has a ton of great info about how light works and how it translates to painting. This is a great supplement to a color theory class, and has beautiful artwork in it as well! James Gurney also has a website and youtube channel with videos that I’ve found useful or inspiring in the past.
  • Creative Illustration - Andrew Loomis - Loomis is often pretty dated, but this book covers some veeerrrryyyy important fundamentals on composition. Stuff I still struggle with a lot. Also, once again, this whole thing is available for free as a PDF!
  • Just a whole bunch of art books. Never enough art books. Here’s my shelf. Note: not enough art books.

    (Edit: The best art book I own is The Art of Wolfenstein: The New Order. Highly recommend this one even if you’re not into the game. It has some gorgeous art, but more importantly some nice iterations in the design process and a lot of good commentary about design decisions. This is everything I want from an art book. The game rocks too. Can’t wait for the new one!)

anonymous asked:

My prompt: Neil and Andrew get lost in the woods and Neil twists his ankle, so Andrew has to carry him to safety (how and why this happens is the real challenge)

Here we go, anon. Also on AO3.

send me prompts :)


“You’re kidding, right?”

“Yes, Neil. Because I’m known for my practical jokes.”

Neil rolls his eyes as Andrew slams the hood of the Maserati back into place and crosses his arms, leaning against the front of the car. Andrew has deduced that the transmission is indeed shot to hell, and that this beautiful piece of Italian machinery will not be moving from its current location without the assistance of a tow truck.

He looks around at the deserted I-40, neither head nor taillight to be seen. It is nearly 3:00am, and they are somewhere between North Carolina and Tennessee. Neil had tried to convince Andrew to stop for the night a few hours ago, but Andrew will admit that he should have listened if hell happens to freeze over. He tilts his head back to stare at the dark sky above him. They’re far enough away from civilization that the stars are uninhibited by any city lights. While this may be aesthetically pleasing, it also means that he and Neil are, for lack of a better word, fucked.

Andrew turns his head to the right at the sound of Neil incessantly tapping his fingers on the hood of the car. Neil meets his gaze and then flits his eyes across the rest of Andrew’s face.

“Can you fix it?”

“No.”

Neil watches him for a few more seconds before releasing a dejected sigh and pulling out his phone.

“No service. Of course. Because why would anything be working right now?”

Now it’s Andrew’s turn to roll his eyes. “Okay drama queen, take it down a notch. All we have to do is walk to the next town or until one of us gets service. It can’t be that hard.”

“The next town isn’t for like twenty miles! It’s already 3:00, and we have practice in the morning, Andrew.”

“Okay, well I guess we’ll just be late.”

Neil has no words. His mouth drops open in shock, absolutely aghast that Andrew thinks this is an acceptable solution.

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I'm the One - Justin Bieber imagine {Part 1}

A/N: i’m a busy girl so if this is shitty, i apologize. i’m just trying to get through my junior year of high school :) i wrote this in one sitting, im shook 

Request: ‘can you do an imagine where y/n is one of the girls in the im the one video and justin is turned on? smut pleeeeeeease :) p.s. love your blog girly

Warnings: nothing really, smut in the next part (sorry)

{Y/N} POV

“And.. cut! We’re good people!” The director yelled on the set. I let out a sigh of relief after a long day of filming. We weren’t done altogether, unfortunately. we were taking our five minute breaks. During this time, we get a drink of water, talk or fix our make up, only if we wanted or needed to. We just got done filimg the ending of the video but, the director, the tight ass and perfectionist he is, wanted to redo the part where Justin was singing and DJ Khaled was there just because. Did I happen to mention that the Justin Bieber was going to be here? he was like my childhood crush, and he still kind of was. 

I watched from the distance as the director spoke with Justin, talking about God knows what. All I knew, was that he was one fine ass man. Any girl would be lucky to get with him. 

“{Y/N}! Get your ass over here, we need you!” I did as told and ran over to where the director and Justin stood. “{Y/N}, Justin. Justin, {Y/N}. Acquaint yourselves, we’re back in two.” The director walked away leaving me and this hunk of a man. We made eye contact every so often, none of us knew what to say. 

“You have a nice name. Don’t hear that one very often,” Justin finally spoke up. Thank goodness he said something already. “So what was it you exactly do?”

“Oh, I’m just one of the dancers over in the water type area, you know—when you’re singing and Khaled is there too.” I responded. I just made a complete fool of myself, I already know it. 

“Right.. well, nice meeting you. Catch you later.” Justin walked away, leaving me trying to figure out where I went wrong. did my hair smell bad? Was there something in my teeth? Or was I just ugly? Whatever it was, it chased him away rather quickly. I just ruined every chance I had with him.

Justin Bieber POV

I held a quick conversation with the director about why exactly we were doing the first part when he called over one of the girls in the video. Of course, it was the one who I had my eyes on all day. This just made my day. My palms grew sweaty and my pants felt extra tight all of a sudden. Oh please, not right now. The director introduced me to her, which I was glad he did because I never got to know her name. 

After the awkward encounter, I headed straight to my trailer and got a hold of myself. I hope she didn’t see my you-know-what or that’d be beyond embarrassing. I exited the trailer and went back onto the set. These shorts weren’t doing me any justice. 

“Places, people. Places!” The director yelled. Khaled and I got into our places and I couldn’t help but, watch {Y/N} going to her spot. Right in front of me too? God just loved me. The music cued and I sang my part in the song. I glanced at {Y/N} dancing and it just made me think of the things I would do to her. Tonight was going to be rather interesting, for both her and I. 

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{Y/N} POV

DJ Khaled’s after party was pretty interesting. The girls who were in the video talked amongst each other but, I felt like an outsider. Scratch that, I felt inferior to them! I sat around the bar, having a few drinks, nothing to make me go crazy. I heard someone walk over towards me and order something. I didn’t bother looking at who it was because I could already tell based off the voice. 

“{Y/N}! Hey! What are you doing here all by yourself?” Justin questioned, taking a seat next to me. What does it look like I’m doing wise guy? 

“Just enjoying some alone time. I’ve had quite the day.” I responded. I hoped that didn’t come off too bitchy. I did have a long day but, hopefully that wouldn’t chase him away.

He nodded his head in confirmation and then he got the drink he ordered. He thanked the bartender and took a sip from it. There was a moment of silence between us since he was drinking and I as doing literally nothing except watch him drink, as weird as that sounded. 

“So,” Justin started. “Want to get out of here?”

I nearly choked on the liquid I was currently not drinking. “And do what?” I replied, turning to face him in my chair. I think I knew what he had in mind, and if he was thinking what I was thinking, that just might make me psychic. 

“We’ll see.” He winked. He took my hand into his and pulled me from my seat, not even giving me a chance to finish my drink. Oh, I couldn’t wait to see what Justin had planned. 

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Part 2 coming soon ;)

anonymous asked:

Hiya! Hope you're having a good day ^.^. I was wondering if you could do a tutorial on how you texture your art on digital? I mean if you don't want to that's fine just ignore this ask. Just want to say I love your art as well and it's inspired me to start my own art blog :)

Sorry for my super late reply (this sat in my inbox for quite a while orz) but as I finally have a workflow I’m kind of comfortable in I’m very much willing to share it and try to explain some stuff ♡ I’m not sure what you mean by texturing my art, I guess I just paint? :’D So I’ll just explain how I build my image!

I work in Photoshop CC!

I always start out with a super rough sketch to get the idea down (this normally takes only some minutes): 

More steps under the cut!

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Jealous

Requested: Can you do one where in y/n is screaming at shawn because shes so mad and jealous but shawn just laughs at her and its all cute and fluffy

Requested: Hey first of all I love your page 😍 it’s the best out here and your writings are sooo good. Can you please do one where Shawn and y/n are shopping and then Shawn mets his ex and y/n gets jealous and they fight but will be together at the end. I hope you understand what I meant. Love you ❤️❤️

Your name: submit What is this?

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You are out shopping with Shawn in Toronto. It is a rare day that you’re able to spend with your boyfriend without all the craziness and busyness of life getting in the way. “Hey Shawn,” You hear a voice from slightly behind the two of you. Turning, you’re expecting to see a fan asking for a picture from Shawn, but recognition crosses his face.

“Hi Laur,” He says in surprise, a smile spreading across his face, and now you turn your attention to the girl and her friends. You recognize the one in the middle from old pictures you’ve seen on the internet. She’s Shawn’s ex and she’s gorgeous, no doubt. You don’t know how Shawn could possibly choose you over her. You wonder if he ever regrets it, if he ever sees pictures of her and misses her, or wishes he was still with her instead of with you. You always knew she was pretty, but you had never met her in person until today, and it wasn’t even intentional so you weren’t able to prepare yourself.

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Origins

Summary: Ryan sweeps into Gavin the Third’s life, turns his world upside down, and then has to pick up the pieces.

(Eleven Little Roosters fic)

a/n: Silly thing I wrote to practice their characterisations, but I’ll post it as my gift to all of you freewood people waiting for them to interact in the show LOL

c/w: brief mentions of suicide, nothing actually happens

AO3


Ryan met with Gavin the Third in a small but painfully expensive restaurant overlooking the Thames. The agent was already there when he arrived, sitting by the window with a glass of red wine in hand and three plates of tiny appetisers in front of him that Ryan was quite sure had already amounted to several hundred pounds despite seeming to barely contain more than a mouthful of actual food.

“Gavin,” he said as he approached, and the other man’s eyes flicked up to him.

It still gave Ryan a jolt, how fucking identical he looked to Ryan’s old coworker. But not just to the two Gavins who he’d met back at Rooster Teeth. To the student he’d met while investigating the wormhole that’d opened in some university science lab. To the Golden Boy who worked with gangs over in Los Santos. To that idiot running around with a Union Jack on his chest claiming to be a superhero who’d been in all the papers lately.

They were all over the fucking place, and maybe Ryan should’ve been used to that same giant nose popping up everywhere, but somehow - every time - it still made him feel an odd guilt. A flash back to his life before all this.

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New Family

Request: probably

request: the reader is a vigilante by herself before she finds out her father is Bruce Wayne and then when she does he takes her in but she’s very distant because she feels unwelcomed by the family especially Jason she then gets hurt and Jason admits his feelings for her.

A/n: I deleted this a while ago and I just saw so I'm posting it again!

word count: 1,371

warnings: anger, getting shot, blood, idk

y/h/n= your hero name

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anonymous asked:

un-biased analysis on that jikook vlive in osaka of them possibly doing bro things while naked in the dark pLEASE

First of all, you asked for this

Second of all, I’m just gonna point out a few things because the whole video was just…weird and try not to shove jikook down your throats cause that’s not fun (and also because there’s no actual evidence of Jimin being in the room in the first place)

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I’m Staying - Unknown’s story

…This is one of my first requests.  And I’ve finally gotten around to writing it.  Because no more school!  And I’m finally catching my breath with my job.

Summary: In my Ideal World, after the Secret Endings, and after they are an established couple, Unknown discovers something about MC that she’s been trying to hide. (2nd person narrative)

Rating:  M for mature, because it’s not explicit, but it is there.

Length:  Almost 1600 words


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Hoodie

Y'all y'all y'all y'all guess who’s started writing fic!This is a monster idek where it came from but it came so here ya go.Also, I’m going to be cool and thank betas and things so a s/o to @ghostiemakingposties and shradha(who is sensible and is not on this site) for all the help I love you.
Constructive criticism is always appreciated! Also, first fic so be nice. Spread the love,y'all!

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It’s soft and fluffy and the first time Magnus sees it,he has to backtrack and take a closer look.He walks towards the grey lump slowly,hardly daring to believe what it could be.
And really,when he realises and picks it up and maybe (slightly) nuzzles into it,he can’t even blame himself.It’s just so squashy and smells so Alec and as he sniffs it(unashamed),he can just imagine his boyfriend sitting in a couch,curling that huge 6 foot frame into a small ball,cozy and comfortable,maybe reading a book (preferably with Magnus by his side).
The image in his head makes him grin and before he can think twice about it (and possibly do the right thing) he gives the hoodie one last sniff and swiftly folds it and keeps it in his shelf.
.
The first time he does it, it’s an almost unconscious decision.He’s just so
tired and he can still hear the voice of the old lady who came to him for help ringing in his head.He can hear the disappointment in her words when he told her that he just couldn’t do it and if it’s one thing Magnus hates more than homophobes,sexists,racists or just general assholes, it’s not being able to help a client.
He walks into his home and makes his way to his room to change into something comfortable ,once again cursing the Clave’s uncanny ability to keep Alec busy when Magnus needs him the most.He’s about to call his boyfriend,just to hear his voice (they’re such saps and he knows it and he loves it) as he’s ruffling through his shelf,when he spots it out of the corner of his eye.And really, no-one’s there around to blame him when he quickly pockets his phone,takes out the article of clothing and smells it.And as Alec’s scent washes over him and along with it,a wave of calmness, it’s only a matter of a few seconds before he’s changed into it along with a pair of pajamas.
.
He’s taken to wearing the hoodie around the house.Sometimes,when the day brings difficult clients or he does a particularly exhausting piece of magic and Alec can’t make it to the loft because he’s too busy at the Institute.
On those days,he comes back home and after being dramatic about Alec’s absence for about ten minutes and going about his usual pre-bed routine(something that he makes sure to do because once,when he forgot,the next morning saw glitter on his sheets and glitter’s an absolute bitch to get off of anything),he settles for the next best thing after Alec’s physical presence next to him or under him.
He never, ever wears it around Alec,though.He doesn’t even mention it to him.Maybe because he’s scared Alec might want it back or possibly because Magnus likes having this piece of his boyfriend just for himself that he can cuddle with after a hard day and really, without this acceptable substitute,where would he be when his boyfriend can’t make it to his arms at night?
So a few weeks later when they’re lying down in Magnus’s bed, inbetween all the forehead-kisses and nose-nuzzles and the whispered sweet nothings, when Alec asks him whether he’s seen his grey hoodie,Magnus replies in the negative with a suggestion of “Why don’t you check at the Institute again?”
Alec debates the idea of Izzy throwing it away because It’s horrifying,Alec and she’s been known to have disposed of Alec’s ‘horrifying’ clothes in the past and Magnus humours him with a “I wouldn’t blame her.You do have a rather terrible sense of fashion.” and to the sound of Alec’s indignant reply of “It was extremely comfortable.” and the steady thump of a beloved heartbeat against his ear,Magnus falls asleep,content in the knowledge that this is one night where he has the real deal.
.
Really,Magnus should have known that it was only a matter of time before his boyfriend found out.
.
It happens on a rainy evening.Alec,Jace,Izzy and Clary are hunting down a Shax demon when the skies open up.They’re too far from the Institute but they need to find shelter because it looks like this might turn out to be a real storm.So obviously (obviously),they go to Magnus’s.And if Alec was planning on going there after the mission anyway,this just helped his cause.
They climb up the stairs and reach his floor to see Magnus opening his door.On hearing the noise,the warlock turns around and sighs on seeing these four drenched teenagers,whom he may or may not love.
(He loves one of them a little more than the rest but don’t tell that to anyone.)
As they traipse into the living room,Magnus waits at the door for all of them to enter.
And if he just so happens to share a short kiss with the tallest one,nobody saw.
(That’s a lie because everyone saw and simultaneously groaned and the only reason the kiss was short was because of Jace’s huffed “Magnus, we’re all drenched and freezing so can you turn up the heat in here and then kiss your boyfriend senseless?”)
He obliges.
Honestly,he should have possibly had some forethought when in reply to Alec’s “Can I borrow a t-shirt?This one’s drenched,” he says “You can take what you want from my shelf.”
(Actually,he did have forethought.He was thinking about Alec removing his wet t-shirt to put on a new one.)
(It must be noted here that Magnus is more than just borderline gratuitous.)
So when Alec comes out of his room,holding a small,grey,rather familiar bundle in his hand, Magnus is speechless.
(He does, however,notice that Alec has,infact,not yet changed and is still wearing a wet t-shirt.)
“Magnus,” Alec starts.”Is this what I think it is?”
Honestly,Magnus can’t be blamed if he responds with a “Depends.What do you think it is?”
And Jace,clueless clueless Jace just
has to open his mouth and go “Hey, isn’t that the hoodie you were looking for?”
Of course,because everyone has to put their ten cents into their discussion,Izzy incredulously says “You accused me of throwing it out.”
And because this conversation is apparently no longer theirs,Jace pitches in with a “To be fair,Iz,you did say it was terrible.”
And Clary, bless her ,being the only sensible person in the room(apart from Alec.Alec is extremely sensible.Alec in a wet t-shirt is also extremely sensible. Magnus is easily distracted.) gets off the sofa with a clap of her hands and a “Wow,would you look at that,it isn’t raining anymore.Looks like we can leave.Thanks Magnus!”
This proclamation is followed by the redhead shepherding Jace and Izzy out the door amidst their protests of “It’s pouring out there.”and “But my hair isn’t properly set yet.It’s going to get frizzy if it gets too wet.”
The latter is Jace’s contribution and Magnus can hear the sounds of Clary telling him to get over it you big baby and after the door shuts,the apartment is deafening in its silence.
There’s something in Alec’s eyes and Magnus can’t seem to figure out what it is.This worries him because at this point, they’ve come to be able to read each other’s emotions pretty easily.
They look at eachother,never breaking eye contact.During the entire interaction between his siblings,Alec had unfolded the bundle and realised that it is,in fact,what he thought it was.
“You said you didn’t know where it was.”
Alec says it neutrally, unaccussing,as a statement.
“I may have lied.”
Magnus doesn’t intend for that to come out as blunt as it did,but he can’t take back what he’s already said.
“Why?”
That’s it.That’s all Alec says.Just that single word.
And maybe it’s the fact that the question sounded so innocent or that Alec’s looking at him with this indistinguishable look in his eyes or maybe that he’s still in that damn t-shirt,but the next thing Magnus knows, he’s telling Alec the whole story.
How he found it that morning when Alec had to leave in a rush because of the call from the Institute,how he was initially going to return it but didn’t,how he wore it without even realising it the first time and how it became a regular thing.
And somewhere towards the end of his story,Alec drops the hoodie on the counter,makes his way towards him,cups his face in his hands and whispers Keep it.
When they kiss, it’s new and tender and he’s so full of love,Magnus might burst.
(He is pleasantly surprised by the turn this conversation has taken)
(When he peels Alec’s t-shirt off, it’s obviously because he doesn’t want his boyfriend to catch a cold.)
(Obviously.)
The hoodie lies on the kitchen counter,forgotten for now.
They’re too busy to care about clothes.
.
Magnus does,in fact,keep the hoodie.
The first time Alec sees him in it,his siblings are, unfortunately, around.