Recently I got a request to repost the student email interviews I did with some established artists back on my blogspot in 2011. They really did help me, and I’m even more amazed now, than I was then that they took the time to reply. This is part 3/3 with illustrator Jon Klassen:
sit where you’ll pay attention. sometimes this doesn’t necessarily mean sitting in the very front; personally, I like to sit more in the middle. it gives me a good view of my professor and at the same time makes me feel a lot less self-conscious.
not sure about shit? talk to your professor. email your professor. clarify things and show that you’re a student who cares about more than just showing up.
get to class on time!!!
when you email professors always say THANK YOU for their time and help! remember that they’re not required to put in extra time to help you; but the good ones just do. make these people love you!!! a good relationship could turn your B+ into an A- at the end of the semester.
reaching out to both your classmates and your professor when you’re absent is your responsibility.
please eat. and drink water. everyday. I mean it.
being a good student means that you will have shitty days. a lot of them. sometimes things go wrong, or you have more work than you can handle, or you end up getting a C on a quiz you thought you studied your ass off for. that’s okay. life happens. shit happens. let yourself feel shitty sometimes.
once again: let yourself feel shitty sometimes.
unless you want to die, don’t cram for your exams!! plan ahead. study a little bit every day so that the information is retained and you don’t have to study as much the night before. the process works. planning ahead will actually make you work less. trust me.
know that mistakes happen and life goes on. sometimes there’s just nothing you can do to change something. acknowledge that you’ve done everything you could, it was worth trying, and move on. mistakes happen so we can learn from them.
be realistic with your daily to-do list. if you spent all night studying your ass off for that mid-term and you know that you won’t have the mental energy to get a whole list of things done the next day, then they can wait! pace yourself and get done as much as you are capable of doing in one sitting.
you don’t have to look gorg going to class but if putting together daily looks and getting ur face beat gives you that motivation to go to school than you go girl!!!!
it does not matter if another student your age seems like they have it all together; because chances are, they don’t. no one does. we are all struggling to get shit done. we all have our own journeys. it is not a competition. no path is more valuable than another.
stress doesn’t mean you’re entitled to being an asshole. the people in your life probably know that you have a lot on your plate. they’re trying to live their lives as hard as you are. don’t be a dick about it.
I wanted to get this done before the WKM livestream came out, and I’m glad I did (even though Tumblr ruined the quality a little bit. Click on the picture to see a crisper version!) because my suspicions might be wrong.
…But does anyone else not trust what happened at the end of WKM? Isn’t it oddly convenient that Darkiplier- master manipulator and guy who wants to take over Mark’s channel- just so happens to have a backstory that a) makes him seem like a tragic figure and b) makes Mark look like the bad guy?
I’m not the only one who finds that fishy, right guys? Guys?
Little theory here! I could be wrong though, so keep that in mind. I think that Gabriel may have wanted the Soldier Enhancement Program for Blackwatch/Overwatch. It would 100% help them. So, he went to Moira- the Blackwatch support. We already know Moira is shady. She isn’t a good guy here, no matter which way you look at it.
Her peers didn’t like her ethical shortcomings, which leads us to be that she may have experimented on omnics and humans and used possibly harmful methods. For example, she could have unwillingly tested on people and omnics (especially omnics since they are considered to be ‘below’ by some people) and used possibly illegal drugs and shit like that.
Anyway, I think Gabe possibly went to her and asked her to help reverse engineer the SEP so he could get ahold of it and use it on other agents. If not that, maybe he wanted to remove it’s hold on him. Moira could have done just that- but did a bit extra without Gabe’s consent.
You see here that she is eager, while he is obviously confused. This is just before he starts to get his little reaper wisps. He isn’t happy. This isn’t what he wanted. If it was an accident, wouldn’t Moira be more concerned?
Further more, Moira is in the same costume as Mercy but her “halo” is broken and she has horns which could represent being evil. Also, as you know Moira is Irish. In Irish folklore, they have a feminine creature called a Banshee that can predict and bring death. They typically look like this.
If you notice, the hand Moira has on Gabe’s shoulder sort of looks like this. Seeing she is Irish and has made Gabe into Reaper, I think this whole banshee ties help solidify what she did was on purpose and intended.
Now, as for Mercy and Gabe’s hostility towards her? Maybe she had promised to help and tried to, but only made things worse. It isn’t exactly clear but he is hostile towards her and puts her to blame for some of it. It is confirmed though from the video that Moira did do this to Gabe, and this entire post is just a back up to solidify it and try to give a motive.
Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.
Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.
11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.
“What did you think of the film?”
“Nice; very enjoyable.”
“Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”
“Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”
“Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”
“Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”
“I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”
“Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.
“What’s that look for?”
“It’s for you. ”
“Yes, but why?”
“Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”
1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.
“So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”
“Alright, well, now I know.”
“You know what?”
“That we’re breaking up.”
2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.
John: “Long car journeys”
Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”
“You hate coffee.”
“I hate the taste of coffee.”
“You are a complex being.”
They laugh some more.
John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”
“I didn’t know that.”
Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.
“Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”
“Do I? When it’s raining?”
“Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”
John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.
“Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”
4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.
“We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”
“Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”
“I would agree to that in an instant.”
“Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”
“I do get them on occasion.”
John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.
“It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”
“Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”
Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.
"Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”
"I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”
And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.
6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.
"Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”
"How did you figure that one out?”
"It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”
"No fuckin way!”
"Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”
"I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”
That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”
"Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”
"Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”
"Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-
"So, that is to say, you were-”
"Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”
"I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”
"Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”
7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.
Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.
So I’ve noticed that Antis are having a bit of trouble with Shaladin shipping. If you don’t like any of those ships and don’t want see it anywhere on your tumblr then just follow this easy four step guide.
1) If you know for sure a certain user has any Shaladin material (fics, art, or blogs) then get as far away as possible. Leave. (This also includes our tumblr so as soon as you’re done reading gtfo)
2) See that search bar up there?? Don’t type any ships that include Shiro and other paladins. (Sheith, Shance, Shidge, Shatt, Shallura, and Shunk.) Basically don’t type in SH and the rest of any other memeber of team Voltron or an Altean Princess’s name. See it’s simple!!
3) Don’t tag any other your hate, rants, or any thing as a certain ship. It’ll end bad for everyone because you don’t wanna look for your hate in that tag and we don’t wanna see it.
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the campus library has always had this old looking sofa chair on the second floor and usually,,,,,people would avoid it because it looks tattered and uncomfy
but,,,,,,,the ancient thing is right next to the only open power socket and tbh once you sit in it for a while,,,it’s actually not that bad
so during finals week - it’s like an all out WAR for that dumb chair because everyone wants to charge their laptop and sit in some contorted position while typing their essays last minute
and you’ve devised a system for snagging that chair - all you have to do is get there ten minutes before opening and BAM running up the stairs to the second floor - throwing your backpack onto the chair - and you’re good for the next,,,,,,,,,,6-8 hours
it’d worked for three semesters straight until,,,,,,at some point you got there and instead of it being empty,,,,,,,,there was this guy
and there he was,,,sitting blankly typing away,,,,hands moving quickly across the keys and earphones in
but,,,how could he be there???? Earlier than you??? the library TECHNICALLY just opened and he hadn’t been waiting outside like you were
so,,,,,,cautiously you go up and tap his shoulder
with an almost deadpan expression he pulls his earbud out and goes “what?”
you crinkle your nose and motion to the chair “,,,,,did you sleep here?”
sensing your disdain about the chair a small smirk tugs at his lips and shaking some blonde hair from his eyes he goes
“no. i work here so i have these-”
out of his pocket he pulls out a set of keys, the tag that hangs from the side reads ‘library’ and your eyes narrow
“that’s not fair - this chair is sacred during finals and it should be anyones-”
“aren’t you the person who waits outside the library a half hour early to get it, that isn’t fair either.”
speechless you look at him and blink. the boy just grins and puts his earbud back in and you turn away deciding that whatever you’ll go use another-
but then you realize spending fifteen minutes bickering with him has guaranteed no spots left,,,,
and this persists for the entire first week of finals - you do your usual ‘early bird gets the chair’ thing but EVERYTIME he’s there
with his expensive looking laptop and perfectly neat blonde hair and music textbooks and pretty cute eyes i mean no what pretty dumb ,,, eyes???
but finally,,,,,you crack
the monday of a big essay due for the only class you’re really worried about you march your way over to that old chair
and the boy is there,,,,this time no laptop just scrolling aimlessly through his phone and you stand in front of him and you’re like “this might be childish, but i will result to it if i have to. please let me use this chair or else,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i will just sit in your lap.”
the boy looks up at this,,,running his lips over his tongue and tilting his head because “you wouldn’t dare.”
and you’re like honestly. hOnestly im tired. im tired of sitting on the floor of the library next to 594073 other kids waiting to fight like a pack of wolves over the first free outlet and if i have to sit on some guys lap to get this hellish essay done then,,,,,,,,,,fuck it i dont care
instead of getting up like you expect,,,he just chuckles and shakes his head leaning back in the chair and going “i don’t believ-”
but just like that you sit right down, looping one arm around his neck and the other balancing your laptop on your knees and you’re like “this essay is a twenty pager so get ready.”
twitching the guy nudges you a bit but you’re like “not moving” and he’s like “listen,,,,,,if you just wanted an excuse to sit in my l-”
and you’re like nO you jerk i wanted this chair fair and square ok so seriously you can get up and let me have it and this will be over
but instead you suddenly feel his arms wrap around your waist and you’re like huh,,,,,,
and he’s like “well it’s not that bad.”
and you’re like no WAY HOW INFURIATING CAN HE-
but then you feel him rest his chin on your shoulder and he’s like
“my finals are done so you don’t mind if i nap right?”
and you’re like at a loss for words because what- just get up what is he doing????
“im woozi by the way.”
“why the heck are you introducing yourself to me and why don’t you just get-”
“im not letting this opportunity go to waste, you’re cute and you’re the one who sat in my lap first soooo,,,,,”
you open your mouth to think of a comeback but,,,,,,wait - did he just call you cute????
and you’re like “,,,,,by any chance were you just sitting here the whole week because you knew id come here everytime?
with no reply woozi rubs his cheek against your shoulder and yawns
“sure, but seriously - im gonna nap ok?”
you shake your head looking at him,,,,,,,,and you know when he’s not smirking at you like he knows everything in the world,,,,he is kinda cute??
but you try to chase away the thought and focus on your essay but just as you start typing you hear him go
“,,,,,,,,,don’t know what the library rules on pda are so we both might get kicked out of this chair,,,,,,,,,”
i know im a bit late hopping onto the back to school studyblr train, however its never too late for some homework help!! these are just some tips and tricks that i find useful when doing my homework. They work for me, and hopefully they’ll help you out too!!
Have a journal: Or any type of planner. I don’t know how these things work for other people, but my school gives out journals for us to use. If yours doesn’t, you should still buy one!! It can be a basic diary, or high end with gadgets coming out left right and centre, but regardless, you NEED one.
Write down the homework you get: The second the teacher hands out homework, write it down. Subject : page and question : due date. It’s so frickin handy to be able to go home, take out your journal, look at the day’s homework and be able to immediately say “this is due tmrw, I better do it now”. It’s just so helpful for prioritising, staying on top of things and, most importantly, not forgetting your homework!!
For long term projects/assignments: Write it in on the list of that day’s homework AND on the day its due!! Once the week is over you’re not going to be checking that page again so you need to have another reminder!!
Daily: Figure out how much time you have each day to do your homework. If you know you have basketball training on a thursday night, dont leave all the homework you have due on friday until then. Honestly, it couldn’t be more basic but the amount of people I know who do this on the daily.
Weekly: Try and get all assignments from that week done over the weekend. I always think its far less stressful to start the week with a clean slate. This doesn’t apply to projects and stuff like that, but just the odd question you were given. You know, tidying up loose ends.
Long term projects/assignments: We all know the age old saying “dont leave this til the night before” but, like, seriously don’t lmao. After doing your homework each night, try to do between 15m-1hr of work (depending on how much time you have til the deadline, how big the project is and how much you’ve already done that night).
Write a list: So i have my list of what i need to do from todays homework and the other assignments that have accumulated in my journal. What next?? Write them out in the order you’re going to do them. If you have any short things you can quickly work through, do them first. It shortens your to-do list, gives you feeling of accomplishment and gets you into the swing of things. Next, homework due for tmrw, then the next day, then the next. Last but not least, any projects or long term assignments. Feel free to customize this order to whatever suits you best, but the above works wonders for me.
Random thoughts and tips:
Eat beforehand: Homework is hungry work, make sure your not going in on an empty stomach because it makes you unproductive and more irritable. Have a glass of water, mug of tea or whatever other drink you like next to you to keep you hydrated. It also stops you procrastinating because you “need” a drink, or “need” a snack. Just start!!
Keep phone/laptop/whatever else ON and next to you: *gasp* i know, i know but honestly keep your device by you. Put it on silent, but have it so that you can do a bit of googling if needs be. Chances are you’ll get stuck on a question and want to look up the answer, or you’ll want some more in depth info on a topic or whatever else. Regardless, you’ll more than likely need it.
Two piles: One for unfinished homework, one for finished. Keeps you organised AND it feels amazing to see the “to do” pile decrease and the “done” pile increase.
Most importantly: TEACHERS UNDERSTAND. You left your book in school, you got hours of homework from every teacher, you forgot your bag on the bus, or you simply just didn’t remember. If you generally have your homework in on time and are a good student, they’ll understand, it happens to the best of us.
Hope these tips helped and maybe even gave you a bit of motivation!! Feel free to message me if there are any bits of this post that don’t make sense or if you have any thoughts/ideas :)))
Check out the inspiration behind Harry’s home here! The amazing @graceak made a phenomenal playlist to go along with Harry’s story, and I could not recommend it more. You can find that here!
As always, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained. I hope Part VI mends everything Part V managed to break, my love! And, once again, thank you all for your continued support. I am over the moon about the response this story has gotten, as I’m unworthy of all of your love. (That doesn’t mean I won’t take it, though!)
Let me know what you think! Happy reading.
“But it’s like…” Harry stops and starts again. “I met with Carly, her replacement, and she’s nice enough. So nice. Lovely girl, really. But every time I talk with her about the plans, I jus…I can’t smile. I can’t get excited about it. ‘m not supposed t’ be talkin’ with Carly about them. She’s not the one who made ‘em. She’s not the one who…well, y’know.”
“If I’m being honest,” Gemma sighs on the other end of the phone, “I would’ve done the same thing, had I been put in that situation.”
“I know,” he mumbles. “I would’ve, too. And I wouldn’t’ve been as nice.”
isn’t that what you do when Rick says he loves you?”
heart stopped. Maggie’s muffled voice reached his ears behind the partially
closed door of the Hilltop’s trailer she now called home. She had just asked
Michonne a question and her silent reply was loud and clear.
didn’t know what had prompted the conversation but he knew he couldn’t
interrupt them. He stealthily pressed himself against the wall adjacent to the
door, hoping to hear more.
haven’t said it?”
could hear Michonne respond defensively, “He doesn’t need to.”
scoffed. “Like hell he doesn’t. After everything you’ve survived together, he
should be saying it every waking moment, shouting it from the goddamn
a brief pause, the woman he’d come to adore reasoned in her soft voice, “I
don’t need to hear it to know it.”
sharp pain filled his chest at her defending his thoughtlessness.
sighed, evidently unconvinced. “Maybe but it still needs to be said. Life has a
way of taking away the people you love most. Then all you’re left with is
regret, regret you didn’t say it enough or at all.”
words clearly reflected the pain she was still trying to overcome. They were all well
acquainted with loss yet it didn’t make them impervious to it.
could hear Michonne quietly comfort her friend in their private moment of
vulnerability. He carefully rested his head against the wall behind him and
glanced at the partially open door longingly, their words resonating in his
had never heard him say he loved her.
swore he said it to her. All the time. Every time he looked at her, every time
she looked at him. The words beat in time with his heart.
I love you, Michonne.
knew he whispered it to her every night. When everything was calm and quiet, he
would hold her close, drawing peace from her slumber. He’d murmur it into her
hair, against her warm skin, and as a prayer into the moon drenched sky. He’d
say it repeatedly, his heart filled with a unique love meant solely for her.
I love you. I love you. I love
course, he had said it but never for her to hear. He’d spent his life saying
words to people that didn’t mean a thing because his actions always spoke
otherwise. This was different. She was different. What he held for her, he
wanted her to see it, to feel it, to taste it. He wanted to surround her with
it wasn’t enough. She deserved more. It was time for her to hear it.
night, entwined in each other’s arms, he patiently waited. The withheld words
hummed through his veins, buzzing and impatient to escape for the night. He
kept quiet and simply reveled in her deep, steady breaths.
eyelashes fluttered lightly, darkness quickly giving way to the dawn of a new
day. He felt her stir, her body stretching against him. He laid sweet kisses on
her shoulder, as per their morning routine. She reached back to caress his soft
curls. She inhaled deeply, her warm body contracting in his arms.
she was awake. A new day had begun.
sunlight bathed them in its baptizing light. His lips searched for the tender
shell of her ear. She sleepily smiled as he quietly rasped with everything
inside of him, “I love you.”
words eased her soul. He’d finally presented her with the final piece of the
carefully constructed structure he’d purposefully built inside of her.
breathed in the moment before saying her peace.
Hello! this is an effect I see in a lot of artworks and that I use a lot, I tend to see new/younger digital artists (even others who are more experienced) asking me and others quite often how to do it but there doesn’t seem to be many tutorials for how to do it, especially not for Clip Studio Paint. I’m going to try to keep this simple as possible, cause it confuses tf out of me and i only just now learned how to do it in CSP lol
*This can also be/is usually done in Photoshop, but not everyone has photoshop, and there are already tutorials for it I think! Do what u gotta do!
I wanted to do this campaign because it was just a bit different from other ones. You always see clips of somber, brooding, dark, broody, very cool campaigns for perfumes and such. And this one had some life to it; I always thought that D&G does that quite well. And I don’t get to smile much in a lot of what I do, so this is quite an opportunity to have some fun.
Sorry if you anticipated but I didn’t draw anything for Namjoon’s birthday. A lot of ppl loved my Jk comic and I felt a lot of pressure, I didn’t have any ideas and I was scared to disappoint someone.
But its mainly because I’m a bit done with the competitiveness in the fandom. I feel like this days it’s more about who will draw faster and who will get more attention. And this affects me a lot because I’m really not a competitive person, I hate the competition. I don’t want to draw something because I want my drawings to be the best or idk. I just want to draw because it makes people happy, myself included. I don’t care if I’m popular or not, I just want to make things that I like whenever I want.
Maybe I’m the only one who feel this way but I just wanted to talk about this stuff. Now that I figured out I’m feeling way better! Thank you for being so kind to me💘💘
The bigger your biceps get, the smaller your mind becomes. It was a sacrifice you didn’t think twice about making back when you were a scrawny nerd who would have done anything to get bigger. So, when you were given the opportunity, you gladly agreed to give up small pieces of your intelligence in order to make your muscles grow. You had intelligence to spare, you figured. And you’d know when to stop. All you wanted was just a little bit of muscle, you had told yourself.
But having muscle, getting bigger and bigger every day… Watching the muscle grow and expand right in front of your eyes… You had no idea that it would feel so good. And the more of your intelligence that you gave up, the less you cared about studying and learning and passing your classes in school… It just seemed so much easier to let it all go and just keep getting bigger….
Now you’ve got the biggest biceps of anyone you know… Sure, you can hardly string a proper sentence together any more… But those biceps, bro… It was all worth it, wasn’t it?