these are old but i still like them!

anonymous asked:

i love seeing you draw cute girls, but id really love to see more diversity in your work. Will you ever draw more men and chubby girls? More POC? It'd be really nice to see from you ;; have a good day!

^ Just a few of my POC OCs !

And, I do! I have a couple more OCs that are POC and chubby, in fact omg. However, they’re either still works in progress, or really old OCs that I would like to develop a little more before exposing them~ IM STILL PRACTICING MEN LOL .. I just find women much more fun to draw imo~

anonymous asked:

Watched the episode with my straight sister(we've been watching together since s1) and even she was irked by the monel/Kara relationship/dynamic. And how recently sanvers only seem to get most of their scenes in the beginning and very end of the episodes(as if sanvers are only being used as a hook to get people to tune in for the whole ep). We both wish the show would gravitate back towards its old plots of badass sisters kicking ass(and add some more of badass girlfriends kickin ass) :/

I hope I speak for most of the Sanvers fandom when I say the amount of screen time with them as a couple wouldn’t be such an issue of the rest of the show was like… good. Like, if Kara was still Kara. And if second most important character Alex Danvers and other main characters James, J'onn, and Winn had more screen time than season regular MonEl. And he’s screentime isn’t even devoted to character development, he’s just a douche who makes lame speeches at the end of every episode and Kara forgives him and it repeats with him being a douche the next ep. It’s been 10 episodes of this…

anonymous asked:

Why do you ship Sheriarty?

Because it feels like without Moriarty, Sherlock wouldn’t be Sherlock.. And without Sherlock, Moriarty wouldn’t be Moriarty. They’re two pieces of the same soul- They belong together so much it actually hurts me.

I’ve shipped them since childhood, since I read the old books, and still to this day I whole heartedly believe that Sherlock Holmes loves James Moriarty, and at times is terrified of those emotions.


Its beautiful. Its romantic. Its sad. They’re perfect together, and yes, that’s why I ship Sheriarty… Because those two revolve around each other like two planets.

James is stuck in Sherlock’s gravitational pull, he orbits around and around him- and they stay like that forever. Just Sherlock Holmes and James Moriarty… They can’t live without each other. You have to admit, in it’s own terrible way

It’s very romantic. ❤

anonymous asked:

All those hands clenching gifts are killing me. So maybe one day, Dean and Cas would be cursed to hold hands all day by a witch. They'd be like "It's so inconvienient! How are we supposed to fight when we're attached to each other?" but secretely, they'd be relieved to have an excuse to hold each other. And maybe a little sad to have this curse removed.

This is such an old ask it’s about 12x10 but now 12x12 went and made it even worse and I just uncovered this ask and AAAAAH.

I kinda want to write this which was why I was stashing it but now I just want to scream about them holding hands and letting go too slowly and how they NEED this :P

So I’m guessing they’re just really harping on that lingering touch still

and the spell isn’t even ABOUT hands

It’s like… one of those awkward “compel you to reveal something about yourself” spells that have people acting on embarrassing secrets all over town… Like I guess 6x06 but with actions instead of words. And people getting crazy enough to make the news with all this awkward acting on stuff moments

And Dean and Cas go investigate some hot spot of these events, and bump into the witch, and bam, they’re cursed. 

Except they just grab each other’s hands, and BAMF hunter husbands take down the witch anyway

but then they’re STUCK (eh, the 12x11 model is perfect for how these fan fic things happen… Get rid of the witch so they have some time to stew on it)

I guess it can be as easy as Sam has to go find some magical artefact that the witch’s power came from or something idk

Anyway Dean and Cas finally have to face up to the fact that literally the only thing they’ve been able to think about since the barn is how they wanted to hold hands some more in a non-”i just nearly died” way

anonymous asked:

Hi, Sam! Cap-Twitter-Anon requester here. I *loved* it. It was such lovely fantasy wish fulfillment for me. Thank you again for the fundraiser and for giving me a full-on old-lady moment of "OMG, words that I wrote are posted on the interwebz and someone famous responded to them!" (Related, uncalled-for story: Years ago, I was following a story on ESPN, and one of my real-time forum comments made it onto the crawl, and I was very excited. I'm still bummed I can't work that into my CV...)

Aw yay, I’m glad you liked it! I figured Cap would go straight for the “top” as it were :D 

Aw, our little moments of fame. I know how that feels! 

Once Again- 11:43

I was only 17 years old when I found the one. In a sense, I think when we meet this person we feel it. It rivets and shutters our bones until it fills our bloodstream with the gentle touch of innocent love. Thats the easy part- being in love, committing (the first go around) and slowly syncing with the grooves of their life until they become you and you become them. Thats love and thats easy- it always had a way of making me light, like I could float through war and still be so consumed and captivated by love that I didnt feel the pain of reality.

 The part that starts fires in our heart and puts shackles at our ankles, the part that starts waterworks in our eyes that never truly go away no matter how hard we fight it, the part that stays with us and affects every aspect of who we could be, the part that will make everyone after her leave you too because you can tell the difference between pure and possessive- when she leaves. Now that..that is the hard part my friend. 

At the end of the day we all just happen to be a part of the same horrible gullible human existence, falling for anything that makes our knees week and our dimples deepen- just dazed on the thought that love can cure the madness in our minds. 

I say that I was left with nothing but I have to go back on that statement and say that I was left with my own load to bear. It weighs on every inch of me because I know that I was once a little girl eager to take on the world. I would stare at my moms wedding ring and wonder if I would have one just like it some day- or even more so, something so symbolic (like a promise of never ending unconditional love and support).

So how in the hell did I end up here, I see the same things and im afraid. And then I met you and it all made sense again but I let my past breathe me in one more time and I collapsed somewhere in between “I don’t want to argue like this anymore,” and “fuck this..” Im afraid to lose people I dont even have and im afraid to take in the warmth of another heart and wonder about how broken my heart might still be five years down the road. 

My head spins by the hour because love is on the tip of my tongue and dances off my fingers ever so often and I want to give it to the girl who deserves it more than she knows but she left too soon and didnt believe my sorry excuse for the damage I bare. 


// and now im lost once again with someone on my mind that doesnt give a damn


(via @lorenashleigh )

anonymous asked:

Please please explain your crab set up more ive wanted to include like actual filtered salt and fresh water areas i didnt know exactly how a good design would be but i feel inspired

I would love to!

My “Ingredients:”

  • 55 gallon tank
  • 1 sheet of plexiglass
  • Aquarium sealant
  • 2 filters

With the help of my roommate, we cut the plexiglass in two, measured to fit into the tank at a diagonal angle- but that was for aesthetic. It’s really not all that functional, and made sealing it in very difficult (in fact, I still can’t fill the water to the top on one side because I missed a spot). But yeah after we cut it, I sealed it in, twice, then added the filters. Though they aren’t sealed in or anything. I can take them out whenever.

It was a hard project and I’m honestly not 100% happy with it. It may be easier to just get some old fish bowls or like 2.5 gallon tanks or something to put in it, but that’s entirely up to you.

I used burlap for climbing for them, then a seeding mat for my heat source. :) hope this answered it all for you!

There are so many young artists with super good art styles and I’m???? So happy?????
I don’t care how old they are, I can still look up to them because ho ho hoooOLY HECK. There are some REALLY good young artists on this website, and it just makes me so happy to know that there are people younger than me who are on an artistic journey just like the rest of us, if not a little further ahead

one time my sisters both took ambien and 10 yr old me supervised them (?!?!?) and i remember my one sis during this posted on facebook something like “omg tripping on ambien at 4 am wtf” and then proceeded to click the “hide the post from ____” button and typed my name and i was like girl im sitting right next to you i know you’re on ambien and she said “shhh i still dont want her to know”

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Potter has done too much for me for me to ever want to shit all over it. I’m never going to say: ‘Don’t ask me questions about that’. I remember reading an interview with Robert Smith from The Cure. Somebody said to him: ‘Why do you still wear all that makeup, don’t you feel a bit past it?’ And he said: ‘There are still 14-year-olds coming to see The Cure for the first time, dressed like that. I’d never want to make them feel silly.’ It’s a similar thing with Potter. People are still discovering those books and films. It would be awful for them to find out the people involved had turned their backs on it. Though sometimes, people do come up and say ‘I loved you in The Woman in Black,’ which is really sweet. That’s them knowing that it matters to me that I’ve done other stuff.

Hunk: Hey, quick question? 

Lance: Shoot.

Hunk: Are we even sure that the mice are mice?

Lance: Well… I mean… when we got here they looked like mice so I guess we all just kind of assumed that they were mice? Which, when you think about it, is honestly kind of weird. ‘Cause the mice are 10,000 year old aliens dude… which kind of implies that mice are universal?? Like, Altea had them, and Earth has them. What are the odds of that? We’re a gazillion miles from home, but we still have mice. What could that mean? … Dude. Are the mice actually mice?

Hunk:

Hunk: Gonna be honest with you, I meant for this conversation to go a completely different way, but what you’re saying is really cool and now I’m interested in discussing this as a group.

Lance: Aw, thanks buddy! But what were you gonna say?

Hunk: I was gonna say that, are we sure the mice are actually mice? Because it feels like every time we tell them something, they……… rat us out!

Lance: 

Lance: You’re awful.

This December I’m planning on letting you go, but it’s like the wind on a cold day—it sends a chill that makes my heart beat faster, the goosebumps and shivers part of that exhilaration.

Think of it like this—I take off on long runs and I still come back to the place we met, replaying memories like old film reels in my head. They’re already tinged with sepia, one year ago and it feels like forever.

Do you play them back, too? Do you ever miss the way we used to make each other laugh? Do you miss us?
Because lately all I do is think about where I was a year ago, meeting you for the first time and making you laugh, and talking so fast that we ran out of breath.

I miss you this December.
And I don’t want to miss you. Leaving has become less of a distant daydream and more of a reality, and the only certain thing now is that neither of us will be where we are now. The new year will separate us, finally sever that last thread linking us together. And I don’t want to hurt.

I don’t want to miss you like this. Like late night poetry, and the dizziness of a blow to the head whenever you walk by without a glance. I don’t want to be the girl who can’t let go of something she lost a long time ago, or begrudge you any happiness you might find.
I don’t want to miss you like a weight on my chest, like a physical thing resting behind my eyes, watching you as though from far away, watching you recede like my hometown in my rearview mirror.

This December I am letting you go, I tell myself. I cloak myself in ‘I don’t care,’ put up shields of nonchalance and make excuses about work like I can’t be bothered. This December I want to be better.

And maybe one day I will forget about you, like I forgot the first boy I fell in love with. Maybe one day it won’t hurt to see you, like claws raking across my chest. Maybe I’ll get to a place where I’m okay with you walking out of my life. Maybe I’ll be okay.

But what if I don’t want to let you go? What if the idea of forgetting you fills me with incredible remorse? What if I’m tired of breaking my own heart?
What if I’m tired of the pressure of plans and scraping my heart out, of replaying old memories and telling myself I can’t want you anymore?

What if I’m tired of just okay?

What if this December, I’m just yours?

—  jasminawritespoetry, ‘December’ 
I don’t want to live fast and burn out like every burning flame that started with passion. I want to snuggle up next to the universe and remind it to smile a little longer, humans are still evolving– we’re still learning to love with the many you’s and I’s. I don’t want to just grow old and grey and just die. I want to repeat every year with the eyes of a toddler and while every bad dream has a night light, don’t worry– these precious dreams, I’ll keep them safe inside of a time capsule and write them into a treasure map. I hope my grandchildren are great at analyzing poetry and never stop looking both ways before crossing pinkies with lovers– but if in some magical way they aren’t… I’ll always have the answer on the back, it might go a little something like this: Darling, of course it’s going to hurt. It just means that you’re this much more alive than yesterday.
—  I don’t want to just burn out

If you ever just wanna feel a lil emo, take a second to remember that nakhun (one of the eliminated mydol trainees) still makes sure to keep up with vixx’s activities and supports them any way he can.

he bought tickets to elysium, watches their v app streams, requests their songs, “do well taekwoon and wonshik hehe 😆”, tweeting mvs, and again, even more tweets abt lr, you can absolutely bet he listened to vixx n kpop too

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