I know it’s Christmas and I don’t want to be posting this first thing but…

I couldn’t sleep and I go on Twitter and I see this shit.

And I’m really sad now.

. @thisiseverydayracism @thisiswhiteculture @mixedgirlrants

quick and pretty dang small amara piece done real quick! about a 45 minute warmup. i haven’t drawn a ton of ladies recently, and suddenly just had a craving to. PLUS i love amara so it’s a win-win. this was pretty loosely referenced as well–wanted it to have a more stylized look

i also watched a little tutorial on how to freehand smoke, which i’ve always been pretty awful at. so this wasn’t originally supposed to have that effect, but i decided to be brave and practice a little


Mob psycho 100 chibi pen doodles~ I’m really proud of these mobs


“So, you uh… really like sci-fi, huh?”
“Yeah, how’d you know??”

Y’all, check out this awesome StarStarStar (Trek/Wars/Battle, specifically) shirt I got from @dontyouauntkathyme!! You can get one like it here (Stargate also available for inclusion) AND get free shipping with the code STARFANDOM. Their shop is small now but I happen to know they’ve got cool Trek-based Pride designs on the way, so please keep an eye out and spread the word!

They also do custom designs, so if you’re part of a small fandom you never see merch for or you need matching shirts for your badass roller derby team, hit them up!

Not to like, start anything, but why is Bodhi Rook so small in all the Rogue One promo material?? Like I’d consider him a focal part of the show and yet:

Like…. the droid is bigger than him in 3 out of 4 of these???? Why is he so far removed from everyone else??? He NAMES the TEAM guys


anonymous asked:

Could you please write a fic about the first reunion of Rhys with Mor, Cassian and Az? How he was in the 3 months before take Feyre from her wedding. It would be great! :)

Hi Anon! So this is really more of a mini-fic because I’ve read some full fics about this idea that are brilliant and I don’t want to steal anything from them with one of my own, so please accept this small piece of squad depression in its place.

Angst Angst Angst

Please Come Home


He was home. The Night Court was a mess and he was broken and beaten and he tried to hide it all, but it didn’t matter in the least when I saw him flying toward me because he was finally home.

And then he crashed into me and “She’s my mate” came tumbling out of his mouth with such a grief-stricken voice, and his entire body went rigid, tripping over itself as it failed his wishes to stand tall and proud and I could no longer reach for him properly without failing him.

I’d failed him.

The guilt was crushing. I hadn’t gotten him out and as he told me everything that had happened under the mountain - what Amarantha had done to him, who Feyre was, how he’d lost her back to Tamlin - my heart broke with the realization that nothing could save him except the one person who couldn’t be here.

I comforted him as best I could. I offered him all of the sage advice he’d given me for decades. I tried to be there for him, but I could see it behind his eyes, this sort of haunted look creeping in him all the time. He tried to play it off, but we all knew the truth.

The darkness peeled off him in waves when he wasn’t meaning too. His powers were finicky and un-honed for the first time since he’d obtained them. All because his mate was lost to him in another court and some bitch from Hybern had seen fit to treat his dick like broom to clean up with.

Nothing worked at first. Not Cassian’s quips nor Amren’s steady guidance. He perked up a little each day the more time he spent with us, but every time he left the House of Wind early to retire, our little inner circle would look at each and I could see we were all thinking the same thing.

Our family was broken.

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I’ve never really talked about it here, but I have two (wildly different) Objectsonas!

The first is Yarn Ball. They’re small and shy and very weak. But they like having friends, so they give hugs and crocheted goodies. They’re also a good listener.

If you tap them, they’re liable to fall over. If you’re hugging them and you let go, they’re going to fall over. They’re pretty easy to bully because of all of this.

Also, they’re low-key magic! The under layers of yarn change between shades of blue at will. They also never seem to run out. They’ve never explained it to anyone and they never will.

Secondly, we have Aquarium! She’s new, so I’m still working on her, but she’s loud, outgoing, friendly, and incredibly annoying.

She’ll talk your ear off about her fish. If you’re not actively talking to her, she’ll just talk to herself/her fish. Or sing. She’s very rarely silent.

Aquarium is very careful with her movements, though, so she doesn’t jostle the lil fishie.

I have more if anyone wants to know, but that’s the basics.

Three of five small, button-like ingots of tin (Sn) I cast. (one was lost, and the other was given to a friend.) The only chemical I’ve ordered online has been pure tin turnings. I was melting down tin in order to expose the metallic surface underneath the oxide layer that had built up on them - this is important for speeding along the reactions of metallic tin with acids. So far, I’ve only prepared a solution of tin(II) chloride, also known as stannous chloride (not exciting, it’s just a colorless solution.) 

Sn(s) + 2 HCl(aq) → SnCl2(aq) + H2(g) 

I melted them down myself using a mini butane burner and cast them into these weird little pipe valves I found lying around in the garage? I’m not really sure what they were, but I cast them into those, with the bottom an aluminum-foil lined cast-iron pan. I tried casting into other things, such as threaded nuts and even aluminum foil, but they didn’t work. This is the most successful I’ve gotten. I’m going to try casting other metals - cadmium is proving to be difficult, as it oxidizes before it melts, but I’m determined. Zinc and bismuth are other likely targets, as they all have somewhat low melting points.

chimera-manticore  asked:

Oh mighty art god/goddess, how does one draw the great Papyrus because I'm kinda killing myself trying and I really like the way you draw him so

i will be honest, i despised drawing papyrus at first and still do a tiny bit (bones suck to draw in general but especially skulls). but i had to learn! i must love papyrus in every way.

he’s changed since i first tried drawing him but here are my warmups for that one comic with mettaton. my main thought was to make him look as different from sans as possible (without making him too angular) and going from there. almost every piece of papyrus’s face is the opposite of sans’s, which is cool

i dunno if this helps but i hope so! sans is easy enough for me to draw so thinking of papyrus as his foil design-wise made approaching him a little easier. as for parts of him that aren’t his face, i’d say study skeletons and think more about big shapes! both of which i gotta do more of…good thing magical cartoon skeleton monsters leave some room for artistic liberties

This Time On Jean and Marco’s Attempts To Force Their Friends To Date Each Other

“That was uncalled for,” Armin said irritably, swinging his legs so his ankles knocked against the cupboard door.

“Which bit of it?” Marco asked, tapping his fingers against the wood in a cheerful little rhythm. “The bit where we kidnapped you, or the bit where we shoved you on top of a cupboard?”

Armin sighed. “The bit where you won’t let me get down,” he said. “Look, Marco, this is technically holding someone against their will. I’m a hostage. I want rights.”

“Well, you’re not getting them,” Marco said simply.

Armin sighed. “Where’s Jean?” he demanded. “This has Jean written all over it. Where is he?”

“Oh, he’s gone to fetch Eren.”

“Eren? Why?” 

Marco shrugged. “Well, he has to rescue you.”

“I’m not a damsel in distress!” Armin squawked. “Jesus Christ, Marco. I’m going to kill you both. I’m not even kidding. I will tear you apart-”

“-once you get down from that cupboard,” Marco said, stretching up to tap one of his friend’s indignantly flailing ankles lightly. 

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

A silence fell over the room, broken by footsteps in the corridor outside, and Eren’s bemused voice.

“What the fuck do you mean, he’s stuck on top of a cupboard?”


“…It’s great when they do appreciate what you do, and no matter what you do there will be some people out there that do appreciate it. But frankly, those that don’t, it doesn’t matter if it’s your own personal enjoyment. You gotta take what you have, and you gotta, like, appreciate it for what it is and you gotta let it grow inside you for the personal growth that it is and not for everyone else.”

An important message and one that I think a lot of people need to listen to and understand (x)

Ahhhh, finally after ninteen years! 

 The moment I read their names and ‘cats’, I  couldn’t help it :v

Based on this post by @just-french-me-up

palizinhas  asked:

5 sentences in fic that you really liked writing

gosh this was Hard so i more or less went with 5 phrases instead

[The vampire] hadn’t been expecting that. That was the thing about all those stupidly confident people—they never expected you to fight back.

It had been a very spur-of-the-moment decision, half because Jenny knew it wasn’t something Rupert would condone (and some small, petty part of her wanted him to come back and be appalled and angry, because then maybe he’d take her off whatever stupid pedestal he’d placed her on and they could be on equal footing again).

Rupert reaches out to her, awkwardly, and sort of squeezes her shoulder. Jenny gets the sense that he isn’t very accustomed to comforting people, but somehow she finds the fact that he’s trying comforting in itself.

“Well, okay, you’re all omnipotent powers, so I guess you don’t need computers,” Jenny said, “which is pretty ridiculous, if you ask me, because I feel like it would really give you a sense of perspective on the way the world works today. Maybe you’d be more willing to give life to people who deserve it.”

Giles wants that other world, where the way [Jenny] loves him is a promise of happiness and not a reminder of tragedy.

meanwhile in the smash mansion…

“So are you giving the chocolates to ‘em or not?”

“I am, I am… I just have to… prepare myself, that’s all.”

“And how long is that going to take?”

“A few minutes, give or take a few days…”

“Really? A few days?”

“… Maybe.”

“Uh huh, uh huh. So can I eat the chocolate?”