hey so all of u should go read @knaccfornerdiness‘ wonderful beautiful fic “something about us” because it’s a really lovely story and it’s definitely worth your time if u love genyatta!! i love it a lot and i just had to draw a thing for it dgfgfh
I’m so frustrated with Picarto. It’s supposed to record your streams, but so far I only got two stupid clips 5-6 minutes long, out of like an hour and a half that I was working on this. ??¿?! Also it keeps bugging out on me and disconnecting constantly.
Also one moment there were 4 people in chat and suddenly i was by myself like where did everybody go? XD Is it a glitch?
Anyway gonna call it a night. Thanks for joining me, I’ll keep working on this tomorrow. If any of you guys interested…
↳ “ Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. T h e n i t ’ s o v e r . ”
It was well into the new year and the weather was finally
starting to warm up, or so you thought until you woke up to find the need to
put on an extra jacket. It wasn’t quite summer yet, to your dismay, and that
meant that exam season was slowly making its descent upon the students. Your
other friends and colleagues all felt the pressure from the piling assignments
given by relentless professors, along with any other jobs or worries on the
side that kept the rest of their days just as busy.
For you particularly, it was a part-time job at a café that
didn’t feel part-time at all. Being a poor college student, you needed all the
extra money you could get, and that meant working right after your grueling
morning classes during the weekdays, and even clocking in on the weekends
whenever you were able to do so.
Even with your packed schedule, you were able to manage your
time well enough; you wished you could say the same for your boyfriend.
Something that has been tickling my brain a bit, is there
seems that Feyre has a bit of foresight and I think this will be a big part in
ACOMAF3. I picked up a feeling here and there while re-reading ACOTAR. Two so far have really stuck out and I am sure more will be identified as I reread ACOMAF.
Feyre first learns of the Attor, but she is under a bit of
glamour and the Attor was invisible to her.
“I didn’t go outside
the following day, and when I sat down to paint, what emerged on my canvas was
a tall, skeletally thin grey creature with bat ears and giant membranous wings.
Its snout was open in a roar, revealing row after row of fangs as it leaped
into flight.” –ACOTAR pg 182.
How? How did she paint the Attor to such detail? Is this
related to Nesta’s ability to avoid glamour?
Foresight can also have physical indicators. When Feyre is
studying the Spring Courts map of Prythian, she has a physical reaction to the
Night Court. I may be stretching this one.
“And above that, perched in a frozen mountainous spread of
darkness and stars, sprawling, massive territory of the Night Court.
There were things in the shadows between those mountains –
little eyes, gleaming teeth. A land of lethal beauty. The hair on my arms rose.”
–ACOTAR pg 116.
Originally I thought the hair on her arm rose because of the
mating bond, but I think there is something in those mountains. Something we
have yet to see (Sleeping
Then we have Feyre in her cell, when she was breaking, hearing music, she envisioned the moonstone palace. In ACOMAF, Rhys admitted he never sent those images to her. How did she envision I place she had never seen?
sdsfds I’m screaming thank you so much Clyde for teaching how to do the effects for this video. I’m so so so happy with how it’s turning out so far; two simple drawings are just amplified with these oh my god
au in which lukas plays guitar and sings to make philip smile
im not even sorry about the song choice i love that damn song
Sometimes, Philip goes dark. He comes to school carrying weight on his shoulders, death on his lips. It’s on those days that Lukas walks him to class and sits with him at lunch and coaxes him into small conversation.
At first, he had a lot of these days. With everything that happened, no one was surprised.
They’re fewer and far between now, after two months. But when Philip comes out the front door and makes his way down the path to where Lukas sits on his bike, he can see it in his eyes. His hair is messier than normal, and he’s wearing a thin v neck, even though the air is cold.
Lukas immediately gets off his bike, tugs his helmet off, and starts walking it around to the side of Philip’s house. Philip watches silently, lips turned down in a frown.
“What are you doing?” Philip asks, coming over as soon as Lukas has the kickstand down.
-A man purchased Minions wrapping paper and a large Keurig. This is a deadly combination that can only result in a gift recipient whom I do not want to know.
-A woman brought back the cart that she had taken, claiming that it was too loud and that “Everyone will hear me coming.” In efforts to maintain the element of surprise, she chose another cart. This cart turned out to be even louder than the first, but I saw in her face that she was just going to accept her hand in life and move on.
-A couple came through with one toddler and twenty-five jack-o-lantern trick-or-treat buckets. This is going to be her most grandiose Halloween out of all two she has experienced thus far in life.
-As I was talking to her daughter, an elderly woman lunged at me with a stuffed dinosaur and a loud “BWAH.” This was the most terrifying and endearing attack I have been the target of at this job so far.
-A young boy picked up a Twix bar and threw it at a Hershey’s display once told to put it back. When asked to put it in the right place by his mother, he pretended to, but left it there unbeknownst to his mother. His sister, realizing his sins, returned the candy bar whence it came. These siblings perfectly embodied an angel and a devil on one’s shoulders and I would like to adopt them both.
-An elderly woman purchased twelve bras. I do not know whether she refuses to wear a bra more than once and goes through a new one every day or if she has a bra-oriented event coming up this week, but whatever comes her way, she is now ready.
-A woman told me to read the inside of the birthday card she was purchasing if I wanted a laugh. I expected some overused pun, but what I saw inside made me genuinely burst out laughing at my register. I am so appreciative of her for sharing a smile with me.
-I have never been so intrigued as when I heard the sentences, “If you see President Cowboy, tell him I’m coming. He is my cousin.” This woman leads an illustrious life the likes of which I can only hope to attain.
-A four year-old spent the duration of his parents’ transaction singing one verse of the Despicable Me theme on loop. Judging by his parents’ reactions, this may have been taking place for the duration of the entire shopping trip.
-An ashtray by a trashcan in front of our store was on fire. It was not a lit cigarette left to smolder. It was a full-blown flame. Smoke was billowing out of it and the smell hung over the entire parking lot. I still do not know how it started. I only know it was put out with the help of several venti water cups.
-I heard a phone go off. The ringtone was Heathens by Twenty-One Pilots. I looked around to find the teen who was getting a phone call. It turned out that this phone belonged to a woman in her fifties with a wild eye and all of my respect.
-A two year-old in a onesie was removed from their cart and immediately began their great escape, running as fast as their stubby legs could take them towards the accessories section. The mother called after them. The toddler looked over their shoulder and kept eye contact as they continued to run. This plan has been in the making for a long time and will not be stopped. The father then stopped the child, but I could tell by their face that this would not be their last attempt.