this is how the universe works

I know Amethyst and Padparadscha haven’t actually met, but I could see Amy pulling something like this.

I meant to have this done weeks ago but real life stuff got in the way.
But I guess it’s appropriate that the release of this pic is delayed like Paddy’s sense of timing.

As for why she’s given a bottle of sriracha?
For the pun. That’s literally it.
It’s funny how an idea can turn into weeks of work, entertainment, and struggling.

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it’s always sunny on homeworld

dennis- green tourmaline symbolizing stamina and vitality, in reference to his pursuit of eternal youth; i’m not sure what his weapon is, but it’s definitely something totally useless or obsolete and he insists that he has diamond-like power. he may not even have a weapon at all.

sweet dee- emerald symbolizing fertility; her weapon is a shield, but sweet dee uses it to bludgeon enemies with (like beating a pervert with a trash can lid) rather than using it to protect others and herself.

mac- bloodstone used by ancient soldiers as a bringer of protection and courage, the properties of bloodstone mirror mac’s vision of himself and his role as the “sheriff” and protector of both the bar and his friends. in the middle ages, bloodstone was said to have originated during the crucifixion of jesus christ, “when the blood of his wounds fell onto the dark green earth and turned to stone”; mac’s weapon is a pair of gauntlets because he prefers to use brute force and hand-to-hand combat when dealing with enemies and threats.

charlie- scapolite symbolizing problem solving and achievement, in reference to charlie’s (surprising) ability to solve problems and think on his feet (as demonstrated in episodes like “charlie work”); charlie’s weapons are clubs because of his rat-bashing weapon of choice. that’s not super creative, but it works.

anonymous asked:

The Katcometti/Chuuri ship was so unexpected that I literally dropped my tablet while laughing and it landed on my face because kids, there may be many postures to read but holding your device/book in such a way that gravity turns against you is not advisable. Jokes aside, I loved the last update! Especially the concept of Yuuri being an adorable blanket thief and their conversation over dinner. Thank you, Kaz, keep up the good work :3

There are a lot of hardcore shippers in the Rivals!verse figure skating fandom but you know how there always that one kinda crack ship that a weird number of people seem to ship even though it makes no sense and is pretty much based on aesthetics alone? That’s Rivals!verse Chuuri 。゚(TヮT)゚。. Chris and Yuuri haven’t really interacted much in the public eye and there’s not really a basis for a ship considering what the in-universe fandom know about them and yet it’s there

Today is my birthday.

Things have been a bit rough. I’ll keep this short.

Work and personal life haven’t been all that great. I’m not all that happy with myself, but stepping back I realize that it’s because I have not been taking the initiative on how to improve. As a result, I decided that I would spend my birthday alone, without having anyone over or doing any celebrating. Instead, I took some time off and spent it working on the things I truly enjoyed.

Back when I was in university, updating Waterworks was one of the most gratifying things I’ve ever done. I believe I was able to retain a little bit of that old feeling over the past couple of days…

Expect a little bit of added oomph to the next update (or perhaps to the one after).

so like, last night i got really caught up in thought about how Alexandrite’s skull worked?? because she has two mouths and all???? i decided her face jaw would have to be a detached piece of bone from the rest of the skull (like the hyoid bone) that was only really anchored by muscles. That, or the jaw bone actually does connect to the face, but it’s more minimalist compared to an actual human jaw in order to make room for it’s own movement while not getting in the way of the teeth

(also, i am well aware that the gems’ bodies are only images created by light manipulation, but i am a sad anatomy nerd who needs answers)

anonymous asked:

Ok I know that Levy being chosen as an S Class candidate was pretty much just to add more Gajeel/Gajevy development but... how strong do you think Levy's magic actually is? (I feel like we never really see her magic anyways but that's a separate issue.)

I don’t believe her magic is powerful at all, using both her failings as an in-universe combatant and just… thinking about how her magic actually works.

She essentially just summons giant words out of whichever element she chooses, and then has to throw them at people or hope people stumble into them or whatever. It’s not a flexible magic and doesn’t leave a lot of room for adjusting on the fly.

What makes this annoying is that we’ve seen way better uses of her brand of magic elsewhere. Yomazu’s Orient Solid Script was pretty damn versatile in combat, and was by all means the sort of thing Levy should be doing, but doesn’t. And Freed’s Dark Écriture is absolutely devastating, because instead of physically using words as weapons he’s actually just writing out spell formulas. Levy’s magic has no such creative usage.

Out of all the forms of Letter Magic in Fairy Tail, Levy got the most literal application, and also the absolute weakest. I have absolutely no reason to think she’s a powerful wizard on any level, and therefore don’t.

And as a result I also don’t buy for one second she’s even close to the halfway point for an S-Class mage’s basic power requirement. 

anonymous asked:

how do you get independent research at universities? :)

You take initiative. I literally drove to my local university, set up an appointment with a biology professor and got to work in her lab for two summers. I also did the same thing at a medical school to work for a whole school year. Another way to get research would be through summer programs such as RISE, RSI, and SSP. These are usually during the summer after junior year

Every Possible Past

Lars sat with his knees pulled close to his body, leaning against the rough-hewn surface of the kindergarten wall. He trailed his finger through the thin coating of dirt on the rockbed floor. He drew distracted shapes and wrote out words and names in the dirt, all of which he wiped clean and started anew, his brow furrowed.

Pad watched from behind. Unseeable, her eye flickered between Lars and the drawings in the dirt. She picked up the hem of her dress and moved to his side, sitting down with only a few inches of space between them. Lars said nothing. Pad didn’t either, for a while.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Me? Nothing,” Lars muttered. He erased a smiling sun and started anew. “Thinking.”

“…About?” Pad asked after a moment of hesitation.

“Stuff,” he answered. He picked his hand up from the dirt, seemingly lost for what to do. “Like, about this. Here.” Lars motioned to the rock walls stretching too high to measure, filtering through just enough light to see the rock dust trailing through the air, large and enveloping. “Where I’m stuck. Forever, maybe. And I’m thinking about if just…if I coulda avoided any of this if I’d just stopped being a coward sooner. That ‘stuff’.”

“Oh,” Pad answered. She stuck her own finger in the dirt, tracing squiggles. “No, you couldn’t have. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Lars blinked. “I didn’t even explain.”

“You’re concerned that your fate may have been avoided if you had helped Steven escape from Topaz sooner.” Pad added her own smiley face among the squiggles in the dirt. “Or perhaps if you had saved your blond friend on the ship when Aquamarine and Topaz descended upon you.”

Lars straightened, back against the stone wall. Then he pushed himself standing. “How do you know this stuff?”

Pad paused, her finger trailing midway through the dust. “Oh. Oh of course. My future vision is broken. It can only see the past.”

“So you can see…what, everything that happened?”

“And everything that might have happened. Like an endless tree.” She stood, and dusted herself off. “Most Sapphires can see all the possible things that might happen. I can only see the things that might have happened.”

Lars swallowed, and he stammered, and slowly he found the words. “The things that might have happened.”

“Yes.”

“So you can tell me what would have happened to me if I’d done this differently.”

“Oh, yes!”

“What would have happened if uh…what if I had helped Sadie when she needed help on the ship?”

Pad remained silent for a few seconds. A hollow wind blew through the caverns. “Ah yes, I see that vision now. You would have plummeted into the water with all the human others. And Steven would have vanished on the ship. You would have returned solemnly to your home. The next morning, you would have entered into a building with a large ring on the top.”

“The Big Donut.”

“Yes. That’s what the sign would have said.”

“What about Sadie?”

Another few seconds of silence. Pad clasped her hands together. “She would be there too. But you would not speak much with her. The disappearance of Steven would have left you both in turmoil.”

Lars wrung his hands together. “Okay… okay okay. That would have happened a couple days ago, yeah? What would be happening right now? If I was home? Where would I be?”

Pad shook her head. “Oh. I can’t see the possible presents.”

Lars licked his lips. Then he nodded. “Okay so…if I asked you tomorrow, would you be able to tell me what would have happened today? If I never left home?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, I would be able to tell you that.”

“Okay. Okay then.” Lars leaned against the wall, sinking slowly down it. He patted the dusty ground beside him. “If you’ve got some time now. Then could you tell me what um—if I had gotten off that ship, and stayed home—what would I have done yesterday?”

Pad picked up the hem of her dress and dropped into the offered spot. She fell silent a few moments before her mouth opened. “You would have returned to your place of work once more—the Big Donut. And you would have spoken to Sadie. She would have been difficult to console, as would you, but you would have triumphed eventually. She would have laughed at a humorous remark you found from the internet. This would have made you proud.”

Ten years pass quickly for Gems, not so much for humans. Lars wasn’t sure how these last ten years had passed for him, slow and fast at the same time. His physical body has not changed much, though his hair has grown much longer.

Lars leaned his back against the rough stone wall, free of dust now, and he waited for Pad to appear by his side.

When she did, Lars sunk to the ground, knees against his chest, and patted the same spot as always—as he did every day—for Pad to sit.

“So…tell me about yesterday. If I had stayed home, what would have happened yesterday?” Lars asked with urgency. It was the same question he had asked every day of the last ten years, but he was anxious now. He knew what might occur.

Pad smiled. She clasped her hands together. “You would have taken Sadie out to a food place along the beach. It would have been the one she told you she loved as a small human. And you would have taken that polished and cut stone out of your pocket, in the soft black box, and you would have presented it to her. You would have lowered yourself onto one knee first, and unfurled the box, and said, ‘Sadie, would you marry me?’”

Lars’s heart pounded in his ears. He swallowed dryly, leaning in. “What would she have said?”

“She would have said ‘Of course Lars. Of course.’”

Lars let out a strained breath, a noise of relief, or perhaps disbelief. He blinked harder, and leaned back against the wall, and traced his hand through the dirt. “Oh my god… Oh my god she would have said yes. She would have said yes.”

“Yes, she would have,” Pad answered.

The noise Lars made was soft, and wet, and it echoed out. Bouncing against the vast and dark heights of the kindergarten walls, absorbed and deflected in the cold hollow shells of Gems long extracted. And then it was lost to the cavern, that isolated and dark sealed off place. Inescapable.

A hollow wind replaced it.

Lars’s hand traced the shape of a heart in the dust, and the small strained noises from his throat dried up until only tears leaked down his cheeks. His hand stopped once it trembled too hard to trace anything more.

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What criticism feels like to a creative person

Browsing Reddit, I came across an extremely effective post about why some creatives respond very poorly to criticism, or even for those of us who respond well, why it can feel like an attack even though in your head you know it isn’t.

Originally posted by enjoy-the-life-baby

Criticism creates a mental conflict, but not always that kind.

Imagine if you wrote a final essay for your literature class, really did your best on it, turned it in, and the teacher gave it 100%. Elated, you take it home to show it off to your dad. Your dad says “You got a D? You really should have tried harder.” You think WTF, you squint at the paper and you’re pretty damn sure it says 100%, A+, Good work. But your dad says “No, it clearly says 63%, D-, disappointing.” Then you start to realize you’re living in some kind of warped reality where your dad sees something on the paper completely different than what you see, and you start wondering if you even know what’s real anymore.

This is what it feels like to get a criticism. It casts into doubt your own definition of “good” which is probably the basis of your entire creative process. It’s not even an issue of admitting weakness. Admitting weakness is easy. What’s not easy is having your instincts cast into doubt and not knowing whether to trust  yourself anymore.

  • Do I trust this critic?
  • Do I trust myself? Some combination of the two?
  • Do I stand by my decisions or not?
  • Do I make changes even though I don’t understand how they will help?
  • Will the changes completely undermine the artistic vision I wanted for this?
  • Will it defeat the whole point I was going for?
  • I can’t feel the emotional reasoning behind making changes, so how will I know if my change is for the better or worse?
  • Is the critic just not the right audience for this? Is the critic biased? Is the critic just having a bad day?
  • Should I ignore them altogether, and just keep doing this for the people who like it?
  • Are my fans wrong and simpleminded?
  • Am I even doing anything of significance?
  • Should I give up here?

These are all questions which artists ask themselves when they receive criticism. They’re tricky, ambiguous questions that don’t always have a correct answer. Many newcomers don’t even know how to approach these questions, so criticism can often feel like a personal attack even if both sides mean well.

That’s not to say that criticism itself is bad, but if you get a better idea of what a criticism is doing psychologically to the receiver, you might find yourself offering more effective, well-received advice.

This ties in pretty closely to the advice I often give on this very blog, about how to deal with negative feedback; above all, trying not to dwell on it. Before you give any response, always take time to calm down.

Originally posted by gabedonohoe

This is a pretty universal problem that affects all creatives across all media. You’d have to be as emotionless as a stone to not fall prey to it occasionally.

Part of being a writer is building up creative confidence. This is the faith in yourself to be able to write something and put it out into the world, and to know, deep down, that this work has value, to you and to your audience.

You may, later, discover that this work isn’t all that good, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that it was a stepping stone to the person you are now, and the work you’re producing today.

Whenever you create a piece of work, make sure you internalise why you made that work. What it meant to you. It doesn’t matter if that work was a prize-winning literary novel or a scrawling of Vegeta from DBZ drawn in pencil on lined paper. If the work expresses something you can’t contain, something you have to get down on paper, over time you’ll develop the creative confidence to accept that even if it’s “bad”, that isn’t what’s important. The end result isn’t as important as the work itself.

Creative Confidence isn’t something you just develop overnight. It takes work. It’ll probably take a few embarrassing moments too, and those will be the hurtful types that’ll lead to “arguments you win in the shower” 5 years later. It takes different durations for different people. However, if you work at it, it’s something I believe is within the reach of everyone.

Find your Creative Confidence; I’m sure you can.

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waiting here, for evermore. (x)

wintergaurdianoffun  asked:

Hey your character analysis thing is really good, could you do one for our sunny boy hunk? please

Sure enough, here is Hunk for you, @my-new-obsessions and everyone else that asked!! :D WHY I LOVE HUNK:

  • The Anxiety™
  • has troubles focusing his eyes when he’s tired
  • talks with his whole body
  • “am I the only one still pretending to be excited?”
  • has no problems with reading other people’s diaries and talking about what’s in there if it fits the situation 
  • openly admitted to wanting to go back to his family
  • saltiest child
  • makes himself smaller when scared (which is often)
  • is the only one to point out how weird certain situations actually are
  • IS SO STRONG WHAT EVEN
  • *stares* “are you trying to see if I’m turning purple?” *staring intensifies* “noooooooooooooooooo-
  • makes puns
  • refused to kick Pidge because “what no we’re friends”
  • O_O
  • can be surprisingly determined if he has set his mind on something
  • calls his lion “boy”, implying that it’s male
  • so smart?????????????? he understands how alien machines work within 0.2 seconds????? i’m in awe
  • tried to hide with the Arusians 
  • had no problems with running into a known trap if it meant saving shay
  • grabs people when he panics
  • “does it always have to be about Zarkon?”
  • H E ’ S   A   L E G,, ,
  • voices his feelings constantly but never forces other people to react to them
  • actually has a legit fan that would travel the universe to find him
  • had a lot of problems with nausea when it came to flying, but he seems to have gotten a lot better already
  • is an amazing cook and loves trying out new food
  • absolutely hated how Zarkon treated the Balmerans 
  • cries easily
  • accidentally saved the day through making uneatable cookies
  • seems to be Lance’s (and Pidge’s) impulse control
  • his bayard transformation for Voltron is the coolest shit??? he just hits every single target and can shoot multiple bullets at once???? who needs a sword when they have that
  • shows affection easily and openly 
  • talked to the Balmera as if it was a dog
  • snores loudly
  • when he’s right: “I KNEW IT AND HERE ARE ALL THE REASONS WHY I WAS RIGHT FROM THE VERY BEGINNING-” when he’s wrong: “yeeeeah I guess you have a point” *sheepish smile*
  • fist bumped Coran
  • talks a lot and isn’t always aware of all of the stuff that comes out of his mouth
  • always gets the worst missions assigned


[keith] [keith with meta improvement] [lance] [pidge] [shiro] [allura] [coran]