Hi hey hello everyone! I think that I’ve finally decided a name for myself at last (with some help from my girlfriend) I decided on the name Jasper and Jazz for short =^)
I know some probably just got used to calling me Mason, but, to be honest here, it didn’t stick well with me nor did it feel “right.” When I first got called Jasper it really just clicked for me, ya’know? More so than Toby or Mason ever did. While I did like Toby and have used it for over 5 years, it didn’t set well with me sometimes and after some events it just made me feel like total crap to hear it. Let us hope this doesn’t happen again as I really do feel like this is the name for me. Thank you for not being overly annoyed with my changes!
TL;DR: My name’s Jasper or Jazz if thats somehow too long for you
@farkledagain sent me this post b/c it reminded her of H+A and I was like ‘yesssssss. but oh no now i wanna draw something like this 4 theeem’ and then she told me to do it so I did it b/c I’m WEAK.
I have no idea what happened in the show that photoset is of, I’ve seen a couple episodes of it in the past but never got around to watching more. As for what’s happening here, I’m thinking Helga beat the crap out of some dude the other day who was making a mutual friend of her and Arnold’s miserable. Or was just being awful to them or something. It was probably someone most of the school thought highly of, so even though Helga did it for the right reasons she’s still seen in a bad light by most pple, b/c her reputation isn’t the greatest to begin with either and ppl are pretty scared of her normally. Arnold knows better tho, and he knows why she did it, and although he isn’t big on settling things with violence, he knows this was probably the only way that person would stop and tbh he was pretty close to decking them himself soon, Helga just beat him to the punch (da dum tsh). So ya, Helga’s got to deal with pple talking shit about her and she doesn’t really care b/c at the end of the day she has pple like her friends and Arnold who know better and that’s all that matters. The talk still puts her on edge tho b/c pple are feeling sorry for the asshole, but Arnold’s touch and words of affirmation melts the tension away and gets rid of the urge to punch more pple in the face.
Maybe if u spent less time making everything all cutesy and actually spent that time studying you'd do better in school. I have a 5.3 gpa and dont do any of that cutsey crap
converted into the us system, i currently have a gpa of 5.0, i believe.
also, if you’d spent less time discouraging people from doing things they enjoy, maybe you’d be a better person.
all the best,
❛ I mean, call me crazy but I think we’re in Freddy vs. Jason territory here. ❜
❛ It’s like the killer is combining these two legends into one brand new murder spree. ❜
❛ I was expecting crazy Ralph from Friday the 13th so nope. ❜
❛ I’m barely responsible for myself. ❜
❛ I thought you said this was going to be a mansion. ❜
❛ I know my mansions, this is really more of a bungalow. ❜
❛ We’re trying to lure the killer and you show up. ❜
❛ I’m sorry, this is a pretty classic “don’t let him in” situation, right? ❜
❛ I guess I didn’t think of you as the hospital visit type. ❜
❛ You know the whole, horrible, embarrassing story. ❜
❛ You broke my heart! I loved you, okay, and you broke my heart. ❜
❛ That’s a pretty outdated way of thinking. ❜
❛ Virgin? Seriously? Where did you learn to do that? ❜
❛ It’s a terrible movie, but one hell of a sex scene. ❜
❛ See this is why people think you’re creepy. ❜
❛ Do you think I’m creepy? ❜
❛ I’m sorry, this isn’t the right place. ❜
❛ This is the stupidest, most insane thing ever. ❜
❛ The only thing scary here is this dress. ❜
❛ I’m not a stranger, okay, I’m just strange. ❜
❛ That’s never gone bad for anyone in a movie ever. ❜
❛ First shut up, second, it’s just a study session. ❜
❛ I get that you’re scared, but I understood. ❜
❛ We all have our ways of coping. ❜
❛ The kid screwed me over and skipped town. ❜
❛ This is my life. Not some stupid campaign. ❜
❛ You mean looking out for my boobs? ❜
❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜
❛ Thank God because this drink is undrinkable. ❜
❛ If one of us gets hurt, we all get hurt. ❜
❛ Second chances are rare. Don’t waste them. ❜
❛ I’m making a knife stick. ❜
❛ I need, like, a Men in Black brain wipe. ❜
❛ Is that a pig? God, I’m never eating bacon again. ❜
❛ I’m the only one who knows how to reset the router. ❜
❛ Well we don’t want you getting arrested. ❜
❛ If I can’t trust you, I can’t be with you. ❜
❛ Aww, you wanna come in the hot tub with me? ❜
❛ The weak are outed and then eaten. ❜
❛ It’s the time honored enforcement of the food chain. ❜
❛ Considering my ex-beau might be a mass murderer, who am I to criticize? ❜
❛ Love the colors, but the spots? Too much. ❜
❛ I can’t believe you two came here without me. ❜
❛ Hey, we could team up: Bi-curious and the Virgin. ❜
❛ I was gonna be the Babadook, but then my mom made this cape. ❜
❛ What? No, you love taco Tuesday. ❜
❛ So, pretty much everybody’s a suspect, including us. ❜
❛ I think this is the beginning of a beautiful mutual tolerance. ❜
❛ Cue creepy murder music. I knew I was missing something. ❜
❛ You’re not going to die! Tonight, we change the ending. ❜
❛ Oh, crap. I’m gonna die. ❜
❛ Actually, we could all use a minute. ❜
❛ Hey, um, thanks for saving my life. ❜
❛ Boom, but then what? Take a victory lap around the pool? ❜
❛ We know what you’re going through, and we’re here if you need us. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen him/her with his/her mouth shut before. ❜
❛ Maybe it’s time to dig a little deeper. ❜
❛ Pick one, slay one, console one, then repeat. ❜
❛ What made him/her start killing people? ❜
❛ Okay, not a lesbian, not discussing it. ❜
❛ You root for them, you love them, so when they are brutally murdered, it hurts. ❜
❛ You have to care if the team wins the big game. ❜
❛ You have to care if the smart, pretty girl forgives the dumb jock. ❜
❛ You can’t do slasher moves as a TV series. ❜
❛ You wanna feel the sting of this sexually-confused Atheist’s foot up your butt? ❜
❛ Hey, hey! I made you microwave popcorn, remember? ❜
❛ I know you want the truth. So, let’s find it. ❜
❛ A yearbook? That’s not so weird. ❜
❛ That’s the world’s saddest crime fighting duo. ❜
❛ No, I’d rather channel my anguish into something productive. ❜
❛ Did you just try to tase my man parts? ❜
❛ There are not enough happy face emojis in the world to express how much I needed that. ❜
Summary: When Y/N finally has a few hours to herself, she decides to use her time wisely. By wisely that means calling her favorite phone sex line
Whatever U Want. After several different session with the sexy Ryan, she begins to think it might be her best friend Dean.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Annie (OFC)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: Phone sex, dirty talk, female masturbation, sex toys, boners
Word Count: 1,651
A/N: This was my submission for @notnaturalanahi Crack Challenge! Thank you again for giving me an extension.Thanks again to @impala-dreamer for beta reading my stuff! Feedback is always welcomed I hope you enjoy!
“Dean?” You called out from your room down the hall in the bunker. You turned your head slightly, waiting to hear if he would respond to you. After you didn’t get a response from Dean you looked towards Sam’s room, the door shut. “Hey Sam!” You went silent again waiting for any kind of answer.
Letting out the breath you had been holding in, you shut your bedroom door. The two of them must have finally gone on that supply run they were bickering about this morning. Which meant you had an hour or two of alone time all for yourself! Seeing how the three of you had been crammed in a motel room for a good week, you needed a break from the testosterone. You needed some personal playtime with yourself more than ever.
Let me tell you two things that cured the ‘oh no i’m going to ruin this’ that stems from new sketchbooks / blank canvas.
Fuck it up intentionally
This I learned from my painting professor in college. He had us blindfold ourselves, and then actually really mess up a perfect blank page, and then use it for the exercises that day. Like we tore into the paper, made some horrible uncoordinated marks. We even spit on it. I highly recommend doing this at least once, because it helps dismantle some of the weird perfectionist hangups that a lot of us put on paper. Helps get rid of the worry of messing up its perfect potential..
Basically if you’re so worried you’re going to mess it up, mess it up intentionally first so you take back control from the floaty head space anxiety gives us, to your hands and actions.
Buy a shitty ass sketchbook.
Get one of those sketchbooks made for like 5 year olds that hang out in convenience/drug stores by those wonky ass crayons that never color right. The type that you touch the paper and know it’ll eat a marker head right off.
Whenever you look at your ‘good’ sketchbook and feel like you’re going to mess it up, use the terrible one instead. Now you’re still working and sketching and doing with no real pressure since hey, that sketchbook was a piece of crap anyway and cost you like 5 bucks. My shitty sketcbooks have some of my favorite stuff in them since I relaxed and let myself explore. It will also remind you why we bother with nice sketchbooks in the first place because let me tell you that paper is god awful.
A big reason why I gravitated towards digital art when I was younger was because it was almost impossible to ‘mess it up’. Make a stupid mark? Undo. Don’t like the initial sketch? Delete the layer. Hate the whole thing? Don’t save it. ((I still do all of these things, but now at a much lesser rate))
Take some of the holiness out of your tools. Realize that its the process that matters most, and keep your eyes forward. I think especially here on tumblr where a lot of ‘sketches’ that are more towards illustrations that happen to be in a sketchbook build up this head space that everything in your sketchbooks have to be perfect and beautiful. Sketchbooks are your play areas, where you can fuck around at your heart’s content. Have some fun with them.
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Dean looked up as the Y/C/H hunter walked into the viewing room. Her
hair fell loosely around her face, the soft Hollywood curls framing it
perfectly. His eyes wandered over her body, the way her jeans hugged her arse
perfectly, the black tank she wore that was slightly see through, the deep red
bra underneath that showed off some of her best assets. Her silver cross hung
down over the top of her breasts, the diamonds shining in the light. Her heels
clicked on the polished concrete floor, he glanced down at the ankle boots,
that was a new looked. The look was Y/N all over, but a sexed up Y/N. He
frowned at the duffels in her hand.