this is just for my own posterity

o.verwatch inspired starters

❛   feels like i’m falling apart.   ❜
❛   —-   except for the part where you became a homicidal maniac.   ❜
❛   first you listen, then i kill.   ❜
❛   ha, i’ve come back from worse.   ❜
❛   i knew there was a reason i kept you around! and it wasn’t the sparkling conversation.   ❜
❛   brings a tear to my eye.   ❜
❛   well, i had to come back. i was worried you’d get bored not being able to stick your nose in my business.   ❜
❛   life is pain. so is death.   ❜
❛   it takes a woman to know it.   ❜
❛   never see the world for what it appears to be. dare to see it for what it could be.  ❜
❛   come at the king, best not miss.   ❜
❛   i sometimes wonder if all that armor slows your brain down.   ❜
❛   never liked going to the doctor.   ❜
❛   least number of kills buys post-mission drinks.   ❜
❛   need someone to tuck you in?   ❜
❛   those who fall will be forgotten. those who rise up… their names will be remembered.   ❜
❛   someone has to be ready when all your careful planning doesn’t pan out.   ❜
❛   still trying to play hero?   ❜
❛   someone has to do something! we have to do something!   ❜
❛   the true enemy of humanity is disorder.   ❜
❛   i shouldn’t overstay my welcome; i’m probably still on the watchlist here.   ❜
❛   i don’t even think children are afraid of you.   ❜
❛   you kids today with this techno music. you should listen to the classics, like hasselhoff.   ❜
❛   try not to get yourself killed out there.   ❜
❛   you’re looking quite well. this life must agree with you.   ❜
❛   this will only hurt for a minute.   ❜
❛   conflict and war is the crucible through which we evolve.   ❜
❛   you believe that? i don’t even know what to tell you.   ❜
❛   you are trapped in your own mind.   ❜
❛   knock me down, and i’ll keep getting back up.   ❜
❛   hm, pretty place. be a shame to kill someone here.   ❜
❛   i had a poster of you on my wall when i was younger.   ❜
❛   you having trouble keeping up?   ❜
❛   just tell me one thing: where’d you learn to shoot like that?   ❜
❛   things may change, but you never do.   ❜
❛   you sure take to this bad guy thing easily, don’t ya?   ❜
❛   you really should take better care of yourself.   ❜
❛   now this is my kind of city! everyone’s free to live as they choose.   ❜
❛   i am the angel of death.   ❜
❛   never leave a teammate behind.   ❜
❛   you look like a guy who needs someone blown up.   ❜
❛   one of these day’s someone’s gonna put an end to you.   ❜
❛   nice to see you doing your job for once.   ❜
❛   are you trying to impress me?   ❜     
❛   don’t think i’d forget about you.   ❜
❛   what are you going to do when the fighting’s over?   ❜
❛   i’ll see you in hell.   ❜
❛   you haven’t aged a day. what’s your secret?   ❜
❛   it’s a good thing i have you to watch my back.   ❜
❛   i’m not a young man anymore.   ❜
❛   that’s ‘sir’ to you.   ❜
❛   ____ in the flesh, woo! can i get your autograph?   ❜
❛   awwwwww, you’re trying so hard.   ❜
❛   you should consider joining us. i think we’d see eye to eye.   ❜
❛   now where’s my hero’s welcome?   ❜
❛   just setting foot here sets my soul at ease.   ❜
❛   true strength is hard work and dedication — not augmentation!    ❜
❛   you need to slow down; think about your actions.   ❜
❛   i make this look good… real good.   ❜
❛   those who think they are all-knowing, know nothing of what they do not.   ❜
❛   revenge is not justice.   ❜
❛   i know the doubts that plague you.   ❜
❛   peculiar choice of headwear…   ❜
❛   pain is an excellent teacher.   ❜
❛   i want to hug you like big, fuzzy siberian bear.   ❜
❛   i’m sure there’s a reasonable scientific explanation for this.   ❜
❛   sometimes i’m not sure why i even bother.   ❜
❛   i hope you learned your lesson.   ❜
❛   sorry, sorry. i’m sorry. sorry.   ❜
❛   you know, smoking’s bad for your health.   ❜
❛   the suffering of my people rests heavily on your shoulders.   ❜
❛   lose the battle, win the war.   ❜
❛   get down; give me twenty!   ❜
❛   they used to believe that witches lived in these woods.   ❜
❛   i’m not a miracle worker. well… not always.   ❜
❛   you always did have a high opinion of yourself.   ❜
❛   a warrior’s greatest weapon… is patience.   ❜
❛   ouch! are you okay?   ❜
❛   are you sure life isn’t a game?   ❜
❛   look at the snow! we should make snow angels!   ❜
❛   you might not want to tell your friends about that.   ❜
❛   i heard there’s a nice reward for bring you in.   ❜
❛   i lost many good soldiers here.   ❜
❛   a moment to enjoy some peace and quiet. probably just a moment.   ❜
❛   must violence always be the solution?   ❜
❛   i am a different man now. i am whole.   ❜
❛   you’re just a no-good bully. how can you look at yourself in the mirror?   ❜
❛   and they said i was the mad one.   ❜
❛   don’t like shooting a lady. but for you, i’ll make an exception.   ❜
❛   i thought you were dead… why didn’t you tell me?   ❜
❛   this is no place for children.   ❜
❛   i wouldn’t drink the coffee; always tasted like boiled dirt.   ❜
❛   the destruction here… it reminds me of home.   ❜
❛   remind me to stay out of your bad side.   ❜
❛   i didn’t start this war; but i’m damn well gonna finish it.   ❜
❛   i still love you.   ❜
❛   i’m a man on a mission; stay out of me way.   ❜
❛   you hear me baby? just hold together!   ❜
❛   this is much better than a cabana on the beach.   ❜
❛   i get the feeling you’re not taking me seriously…   ❜
❛   you were not meant for greatness.   ❜
❛   you know, i still owe you for saving my life.   ❜
❛   what are you looking at?   ❜
❛   got your aim from your mum, i see.   ❜
❛   you ain’t seen me angry.   ❜
❛   actions have consequences.   ❜
❛   you sure know how to play boy scout.   ❜
❛   i’m not your father.   ❜
❛   bones heal, pain is temporary; scars look good.   ❜
❛   i’m the one that does their job. i’m thinking you’re the other one.   ❜
❛   where’s your holiday spirit?   ❜
❛   i can do this with my eyes closed.   ❜
❛   god save the king.   ❜
❛   destroy the enemy, take no prisoners.   ❜
❛   it’s hard to say who ___ would be more disappointed by.   ❜
❛   save the medals. i’ve had my fill.   ❜
❛   my enemies fall like cherry blossoms.   ❜
❛   i have some chocolates for you… not swiss.   ❜
❛   lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad.   ❜
❛   i didn’t teach you all my tricks.   ❜
❛   now this place? ugh. makes me an atheist.   ❜
❛   let’s say we forget all about this and go to the beach instead.   ❜
❛   treasure? sure, i don’t know what you’re talking about!   ❜
❛   this was my home. no longer…   ❜
❛   you are mistaken. i am beyond redemption.   ❜
❛   mock death are your own peril.   ❜
❛   i always liked working with you. no awkward small talk.   ❜     
❛   old soldiers never die… and they don’t fade away.   ❜
❛   looked in a mirror lately?   ❜
❛   we could have built an empire together.   ❜
❛   big mouth, big target.   ❜
❛   if you sit by the river long enough, the bodies of your enemies will pass by.   ❜
❛   can’t stop, won’t stop.   ❜
❛   you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous?   ❜
❛   the heart of a man still beats inside me.   ❜
❛   our paths cross for now. as for the future… we shall see.   ❜
❛   you were once a legend, but what are you now? just a shell of a woman.   ❜
❛   i’m not in it for the glory.   ❜
❛   like mother, like daughter.   ❜
❛   now those are some fireworks.   ❜
❛   you chose your side.   ❜
❛   guess we’ll do this the old fashioned way.   ❜
❛   would have been better to let this all go…   ❜
❛   i don’t tolerate defeat.   ❜
❛   from here it looks so orderly and peaceful…   ❜
❛   if it lives, i can kill it.   ❜
❛   make a lot threats and someone’s going to shut you up.   ❜
❛   you look like you’ve seen a ghost.   ❜
❛   won’t be a problem if you just disappeared forever.   ❜
❛   ‘sic transit gloria’.  ❜
❛   i will fight to my last breath.   ❜
❛   i don’t feel. that’s the point, isn’t it?   ❜
❛   over my dead body.   ❜
❛   and here i thought we had a plan…   ❜
❛   it’s not too late to change your course.   ❜
❛   last one there’s a rotten egg!   ❜
❛   last i checked, i didn’t ask for your opinion.   ❜
❛   why are you so angry?   ❜
❛   what’s wrong? don’t you recognize me?   ❜
❛   such beauty is wasted upon the soul of a killer.   ❜
❛   you can be my wingman, anytime!   ❜
❛   let us rid ourselves of these unwanted guests.   ❜
❛   i’m too young to die.   ❜
❛   alright. gameface: on.   ❜
❛   i tried being reasonable. didn’t take to it.   ❜
❛   the world could always use more heroes.   ❜
❛   this is not my kind of weather! have an extra jacket?   ❜
❛   ever get that feeling of de ja vu?   ❜
❛   i’m not bad. not good. but i sure as hell ain’t ugly.   ❜
❛   it is beautiful here… i could never appreciate it before.   ❜
❛   freedom is an illusion that does more harm than good.   ❜
❛   this is gonna make you feel better.   ❜
❛   let’s get this party started!   ❜
❛   is it hot in here? or is it just me?   ❜
❛   uh-oh, sniper, keep moving.   ❜
❛   when the music hits, you feel no pain.   ❜
❛   stupidity isn’t a right.   ❜
❛   oh man, i hope you didn’t work too hard on that.   ❜
❛   i think i’ve made improvements. to your face.   ❜

movie302  asked:

Why do you think antis just seem to ignore all the articles, interviews, advertisements, cinematography, positions on posters etc etc? I mean I love all of the Star Wars ships, I'm pretty much happy with any of them to be "endgame" but doesn't it bother you that some antis ignore the "facts"? Just wondering what you think🙃

I think what bothers me more is that antis don’t mind their own business and leave other people to ship what they ship and enjoy what they enjoy. It’s the moral policing that really grinds my gears.

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hello, yes, I love space 

Space Tourism/Travel Posters:  Planets of our Solar System

Y'ALL. NEPTUNE IS DONE. WE MADE IT. 

I am SO, SO excited about this series. It was a very ambitious project, and I poured a lot of time, love, and effort into it. It really tested my skills, and I am super proud of the results.  

PLEASE LOOK AT THEM AND BE IMPRESSED. 

Thank you so much for all of the replies, reblogs, likes, and asks you’ve sent me about this series over the last couple months. Your support and encouragement mean the world to me! 

 There are a few more posters still to come: Pluto and a couple other dwarf planets are in varying stages of progress. And I’ve gotten a handful of questions about whether I might include exoplanets or other space probes in future poster designs–I don’t have specific plans for those at this time, but I do mean to keep making posters in this style, so keep an eye out! 

 These illustrations are available as posters, shirts, and a couple other things in my shop. And since I’ve gotten this question: The cheapest way to own all of them is by buying stickers–they’re only a few bucks, and Redbubble discounts stickers pretty steeply when you buy several at once.

If you like this series, you’ll also like the rest of my 8bit space art! I try to post about one new piece each week, and keep a pretty steady queue space pixel art reblogged from other artists. 

Check out my Redbubble store here, or just follow me for more space pixels on your dash!

IT’S GETTING KINDA HOT IN HERE

*I wrote this with the sun and mars signs in mind*

Aries: It was a cool summer night. “You’re crazy.” I said as you pulled me towards an abandoned building. “Don’t be scared, I just wanna check it out.” We wandered through the decaying concrete, graffiti on every wall possible. I was so scared but I was trying hard not to lose my cool. After all you were absolutely loving this. There was a loud creak and I jumped, grabbing your arm. “Babe calm down, look at me.” You said soothingly, rubbing my shoulders. We made out there in the middle of the building; in the middle of the night. Your kisses enthralling, and for a moment I forgot about everything else. The creak came again but louder, “Okay, fuck this.” You laughed, grabbing my hand and we ran as fast as we could out of there and into the summer air.

Taurus: It was pitch black, our kisses growing more urgent as you fumbled around trying to undo my buttons. “I can’t see anything.” you chuckled. I sparked my lighter and you looked around for a candle, finding one and lighting it with my flame; never taking your eyes off me. You undid my pants quickly with a smirk on your face and threw them dramatically across the room. Your lips finding mine again, making up for the loss of contact. “You are so fucking hot” you whispered, running your hands down my body, a trace of goosebumps forming on my skin. You pushed in slowly, moaning as you felt my heat. You buried your face in my hair I lost all focus. I just held on for dear life as the candlelight flickered erratically on the ceiling.

Gemini: Your bedroom was covered with so many posters I couldn’t see what colour it was painted. You had not one, but two lava lamps, one purple and one orange. We were laying on your floor, listening to Frank Ocean on vinyl, “Sometimes I think about faking my own death, and leaving the parts I don’t like about myself behind.” you said somberly, drawing lazy circles on my stomach with your finger. “Where would you go?” I asked. You propped your head up, your adorable face flushed purple in the light from the lamp. “Anywhere but here,” you said pulling me even closer, “only as long as I could take you with me though.” I ran my finger across your bottom lip and you bit it, we giggled quietly, then sighed. You kissed me so deeply, like an ocean tide that ebbs and flows. We made love, slow love right there on your bedroom floor. Every now and then, when things are quiet, parts of that night come back in flashes when I close my eyes.

Cancer: Snow had been coming down like crazy all day and everybody was staying inside. We had made the heroic journey to the store to get the bare necessities. Popcorn, paprika Pringles and those fruity toffees. Now we were cuddled in an abundance of duvets and pillows watching Spirited Away. “Are you cold?” you asked softly. “No I’m actually really warm.” I said adjusting the pillows behind me. Your eyes shot around the room, you bit your lip as your gaze landed on me. “What?” I asked when I noticed you staring. You grinned, “I’m kinda cold.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I lifted my blanket and pulled you into my cocoon. Your hand slipped under my shirt as you got comfortable. “Oh my god, your hand is freezing.” I shrieked. “Warm me up then.” you teased as you kissed me gently.

Leo: “You are such a goddamn hypocrite, why are you being so possessive?” I yelled at you. “Because I fucking love you!” you screamed even louder. My eyes shot wide as the words left your mouth. I felt like I was about to faint. Like everything I’d known for the past two months had been wrong. I put my hand on my forehead and slowly sat down on the sofa. “Since when?” I asked warily. You sat down next to me, leaving a little space between us, not wanting to scare me away. “Since the day I met you.” you said more gently. I shook my head in confusion. All these months I’d been crushing on you, telling myself I was a fool for thinking you could ever feel the same. “Look, I should go.” you said standing up, I grabbed your arm quickly and pulled you to me. I kissed you with my eyes open, I didn’t believe it but my eyes couldn’t lie. You picked me up and put me in your lap. “We can’t do this.” I whispered into your neck. You grabbed me even tighter, not ready to let me go. “Tell me to stop,” you breathed kissing down my collarbone, your finger toying with the band of my panties, “just tell me to stop.” Your eyes searched mine for an answer. Your finger inching further, grazing down the lace in front. I moaned into your mouth, giving you the answer you needed. The one we both needed.

Virgo: My phone buzzed next to my laptop. It was almost midnight and my chemistry notes were making less sense than ever. “Hi baby.” I half sighed as I answered. “Where are you?” you asked. “On my bed, what’s up?” I could hear your breathing through the phone, “Nothing, just thinkin’ about you. ‘Bout us.” you said cheekily. I closed my eyes as that familiar lightness hit my stomach. “Oh really, what are we doing?” I teased. You half groaned on the other line, “Thinking about your skin, running my tongue up your spine, and swirling it around your-” Now I was the one who moaned. “Can you come pick me up?” I panted. You laughed, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Libra: It was my first birthday in the new city and I was feeling more homesick than ever. You knocked on my door and told me to get dressed while you poured two shots of tequila. You took me on an adventure, stumbling through a regal museum slightly tipsy. I was laughing at this modern piece, you asked why I didn’t get it, I said the shape was a bit funky. From behind you wrapped your arms around my waist, pressing yourself up against me, “I think it’s a quite stimulating.” you whispered with a sly grin, and my entire body shivered. Then you took me to dinner, your eyes staring into mine the whole time and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It was like moving between worlds, reality changing from hour to hour. I don’t even remember what we talked about, only what I was feeling. We couldn’t even last until desert, our minds running away from us. As soon as I opened the door to my place your lips crashed onto mine, and for the first time that night I felt like I could breathe.

Scorpio: “Do you wanna wrestle?” I asked you with a wicked grin on my face. “I’m not gonna wrestle you.” You said not taking your eyes of the TV. I jumped on you and the Xbox controller went flying. “You asked for it.” You growled as you started fighting me back. I knew I had no chance, I just wanted to get you all fired up. Before I knew it I was on my back, hands pinned down above my head and your strong thighs straddling my torso. “Who’s the winner?” you demanded. “You’re the winner daddy.” I purred, reaching up and biting your lip. Your expression shifted, your eyes going from that watery blue to devilish dark in a split second, and I knew I was in for a ride.

Sagittarius: It was 3 a.m. I knew I had school in the morning but at this point I didn’t care. Cruising around the city in your parents BMW, the bass in the sound system making our blood vibrate. Like it hadn’t been already. We didn’t say anything, we couldn’t. We couldn’t afford to lose control. Then L$D by A$AP Rocky came on. My hands were shaking in my lap, your knuckles white from squeezing the steering wheel so hard. The engine purred as you drove faster, now with a purpose, pulling into the beach parking lot. The car came to an abrupt stop and I couldn’t take this any longer. You moved your seat back as I jumped over the console. You kissed me like you were drowning and I was air. All that tension finally snapping like firecrackers as the music pumped through our bodies. Your strong arms lifted me up and pushed my dress up my thighs, the windows fogging up. I could feel your biceps trembling under the palm of my hand, and thought how could something that felt so right be so wrong?

Capricorn: The whole day had had a weird, electrifying feel to it. Now I knew why. We were standing out there on the balcony, face to face in the middle of the crowd. “Kiss me.” you said nonchalantly. “You kiss me.” I incited. You took a long drag of the joint, gently pressing your lips to mine as you blew the smoke into my mouth. I just stared back at you, blowing the smoke out again calmly, your fingers still caressing the back of my neck. You almost smiled but stopped it midway by biting your lip. I grabbed your shirt and pulled you to me. I kissed you like it was the last time. You pulled back slightly to catch your breath, “Wanna get out of here?”

Aquarius: The night I first met you. I didn’t wanna go out but my friends convinced me. The bar was so packed but somehow I got to the front of the stage. There you were, and that cherry red guitar, in your own world. I remember I couldn’t take my eyes of your fingers when you played. I didn’t even notice you were looking at me until the song was over. You laughed and playfully tugged on your shirt. I didn’t get why but then I noticed we were both wearing the same Led Zeppelin shirt. When the show was over you found me so quickly I knew you had been watching me. “I feel like this was meant to be.” you said leaning up against the bar. I took you in, your knuckles had little cuts on them and your black jeans were splattered with green paint. “I’m not really in the mood to make friends tonight.” I said, taking a sip of my beer. You ran your hand teasingly through that dirty blonde DiCaprio hair, “How ‘bout we just stay strangers then?” I knew I’d already lost this fight. The next thing I remember is literally falling into your foyer, your lips on my neck as I moaned in your ear. You held me so tight, pulling my shirt up ever so slightly just to put your skin on mine. I pushed you down, taking my shirt all they way off while I straddled your hips, and you looked at me like I had just discovered fire. When it was all over you grabbed my face with both your hands, “What’s your name?” you breathed. I smirked as I put my clothes back on, “I thought we were gonna stay strangers.” I was halfway home when I realized that the shirt I was wearing wasn’t mine, it was yours.

Pisces: The record had finished all the way through. That needle scratch sound from the record player filled the silence in the room. I was in your arms, tangled in bedsheets and your sticky bodyparts. You grazing my back lightly with your fingers. “I need to pee.” I said trying untangle myself limb by limb. Your arms tightened around me, “No, you can’t go.” you pouted. I giggled and wiggled around in your embrace. “I have to pee, I’ll be quick.” You pressed your forehead against mine. “Promise?” you said softly. I pecked your lips three times. “I promise.”

anonymous asked:

I just realized how much Yuuris parents must have lowkey shipped them from day one. "Good looking foreign guest" my behind. There's no way on god's green earth that the parents who bought 18 trillion posters, adopted a poodle, and paid for their son to skate because of the man wouldn't recognize his stupid pretty face. Instead of outright saying "Victor Nikiforov's here, go get your man," they went for "A good looking foreign guest is here ahaha let's let them figure it out on their own."

lmao they knew all along

i am no longer the girl i was when i loved you. i have reinvented myself. i no longer like coconut chapstick or gold eyeshadow. i no longer like horror movies or your stupid posters in your room. i no longer stay up until 5am just waiting for your name to pop up on the screen. i no longer cry everyday. i no longer barely make it through the day. i like sunshine and pale eyeshadow and coffee and art and thunderstorms and i am now everything you will never get the chance to know. i am better. i have found sunshine rooted in my very own veins. i am new, and i hope you envy the newfound warmth that i have found in myself.

Adulting 101

I’m going to start posting a weekly blurb called “Adulting 101″. Basically a list of 10 things that I have learned since I started living on my own, the list changing every week. I’m also going to @ two of you lovely followers each week because I see ya’ll reblogging everything I post and ya’ll make me feel special.

Today big shout out to @lifehacksthatwork and @b1polar-thoughts. Please go love them! And without further ado…

1. Important documents. One of the first things you should do before you move out is get all your important documents from your parents/guardians. I’m talking your Social Security Card, Birth Certificate, high school or college transcripts, banking information, etc. Trust me.

2. Get a store discount card. I save an average of $20 per $100 shop at Stop & Shop and as of today I’ve saved $125 at CVS.

3. Buy herbs. Herbs like basil, rosemary, and thyme are very easy to maintain and yield a big bang for their buck. They are cheap, hardy and easy to cook with!

4. Wash those sheets. Wash your sheets once a week (if you can afford it), it will really make a difference in your skin care.

5. Help your bathroom. Always, always, always leave your door or window open after you shower. Black mold is no joke and is easily preventable but not easy to eliminate. I leave my bathroom window open in the summer and my door open in the winter.

6. Freeze everything. I buy in bulk, separate into meal portions, and then defrost as needed. Waste not, want not! I do this with loaves of bread, cookies, meat, etc.

7. Buy xmas lights. I have xmas lights strung up year round, they’re cheap and really brighten my apartment up. 

8. Have pet, will lint roller. If you have a pet, get a lint roller. Seriously. There’s nothing worse than going to an important interview or event and realizing that you look like your cat’s mutated half-human sister.

9. Posters are cheap, frames are expensive. Frames are sometimes three times the price of the poster! And what’s worse is that the cheaper frames fall apart almost instantly and look terrible. 

10. Late night worries. If you’re out late at night worried about your safety use an app to share your location with a friend. Those with Iphones can actually just “share my location” on a friend’s contact page or use “Find My Friends”. It This is something I do all the time

Burning Low

“You’re not going to believe me,” Yuuri insists.

“No piece of dog related information can be kept from me, Yuuri.”

Yuuri huffs, buries his face in Makkachin’s fur. They’re lying on Viktor’s bed, atop plush sheets, the hum of Euro pop soft in the background. Yuuri’s wearing ratty sweatpants and a T-shirt, dotted with the occasional curl of Makkachin’s hair. Viktor can’t look away. Their fingers are laced over the poodle’s plump belly, something that keeps happening, ever since the Cup of China. There are two periods in Viktor’s life: B.C., Before China, and after. Viktor loves the after.

“Vicchan was a stray,” Yuuri mumbles.

Viktor tries not to laugh. “Oh, love, I know there were posters in your room with my face on them– you can say you bought Vicchan.”

Viktor,” Yuuri whines, burying his face into Makkachin. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Okay, okay,” Viktor chuckles. “So Vicchan was a stray.” He wiggles over the top of Makkachin, presses a kiss to Yuuri’s forehead.

“Yeah,” Yuuri breathes, soft. “When I found him and brought him back to the onsen, soaked in muddy puddle water and curls all matted, I thought he was some kind of gift from god. A poodle all my own. So I could be just like you.”

“Clearly, your parents agreed.” The brown eyes flicker up to him, twinkling.

“No,” Yuuri admits. “They told me Vicchan probably belonged to someone else. That we had to put up signs saying we’d found him.” He snorts gently through his nose. “…I sobbed for hours.” Makkachin snuffles, licks Yuuri’s cheek. “I plucked up Vicchan and locked myself in my room–my parents had to talk me down through the door. They told me they knew I loved Vicchan, but that maybe there was some other little boy out there missing him, loving him.”

“And you,” Viktor says, “my softhearted Yuuri, you were willing to give him back.”

Yuuri presses his lips together. Amused. “No,” he contradicts again, quietly. “That didn’t work. After all, who could love Vicchan more than me? I refused to put up the Found Dog signs up because of that.” There’s a pause, and Viktor fills in the gap. Until. “Then, they told me that Vicchan could be missing the place where he belonged.”

“Oh, Yuuri,” Viktor says. Maybe they shouldn’t discuss Yuuri’s dog– sometimes when he looks at Makkachin, the cinnamon eyes still glaze over.

“How could I take Vicchan away from what he loved? So we put up signs,” Yuuri finishes, smile small. “I was ready to give him up. Ready, even if it broke my heart.” Their fingers tighten across Makkachin’s belly, and it’s natural to lean forward and kiss him, all ruffled hair and round cheeks, gentle eyes. Viktor’s Yuuri. Viktor’s everything.

“Let’s end this,” Yuuri says, in Barcelona. The man who is his everything, and he wants to end it.

You don’t have to break your heart, Viktor thinks. Oh, you don’t have to break your heart

okay but speaking as a certified queer, how many times have members of the smh team just been going about their days and suddenly realized something from their childhood was a sign™ like i’m talking jack: when i was little i loved jaromir jagr SO much haha i had his poster on my wall for years jack: wait

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice on what to do if you lose your joy and interest in writing when a writer was how you identified yourself?

(wry look) Life just pulled one of those cute things where I had three-quarters of a response written and I hit the wrong keys somehow and it all went away. Which tells me that this is important. So let me recreate it.

The best advice I’ve got for you right now is to lean back and wait, because normally the joy and interest will come back. Being a writer, and having enjoyed and been interested in it previously, isn’t something that goes away all that easily. The set of behaviors that make up being a writer are complex and difficult to ingrain… which is going to make the ability to do this kind of work difficult to lose even if you were trying to do so. So, first of all: take heart.

Now it has to be said that, human nature and psychology (and nature itself) being the cranky intransigent things they sometimes are, it may (paradoxically) be necessary for your recovery of your joy and interest in the work to completely surrender to the concept that you might actually have permanently lost it. I know this sounds counterintuitive, but the effectiveness of simply giving up is sometimes surprising.  There’s a saying attributed to Carl Jung, the father of the concept of Archetype as we now understand it, that goes like this: “What you resist, persists; and not only does it persist, but it gets bigger in size.” (There’s a good long article about this concept over here in Psychology Today: worth looking at. …Though I also have to say that the illo at the top is hilarious and perfect, because Kylo Ren should frankly be the poster child for the whole idea.)

My own experience suggests that there are times when as soon as you give up, the thing that’s been eluding you either collapses to the ground where you can just stroll over and reclaim it, or turns around and runs headlong into your arms. Frustrating, but what can you do? When the whole point is to get whatever it is back, the idea that it played you a little in the process will after the fact seem less of an issue.

Possible causes for what’s going on with you are worth touching on briefly. I’ve had occasion to post a number of times about something that C. S. Lewis codified in The Screwtape Letters as “the Law of Undulations”. Now as much as I love him, there would be a lot of things that Clive and I would disagree about, but this wouldn’t be one of them. I think he was really onto something. So take a look at that basic post, and then we can move on a bit.

With the Law in mind, while you’re working on what “giving up” might look like – assuming you need to go that far – here are some possibly similar situations and strategies to consider.

Some of the above situations come with suggestions of possible things you can do about them. But do not underestimate the power of simply waiting a while and not doing anything. It’s worth emphasizing that in our culture as it stands at the moment, there’s endless emphasis on immediately DOING THINGS to fix what ails you. Sometimes not doing anything is more effective – though to some people that’s going to sound heretical, and you’ll run the risk of being accused of laziness (not least by the back of your own mind, once it realizes you’re onto something that’s going to give you back control of the situation. The self-sabotaging wiliness of a subconscious about to lose its advantage can be a terrifying thing… but even that loses some of its terrors when your conscious mind suspects or knows what it’s up to.) Anyway, ignore that noise.

Give doing nothing a good long chance. Stoke up on your reading. Get caught up on TV and movies if that’s your thing. Do other work. Create something that isn’t writing. (Cooking’s good for this. I love being responsible for mighty successes or godawful failures in the kitchen and knowing that the critics at Kirkus and PW are not going to give the slightest damns about it.)

But tl:dr; Don’t despair: just kick back and wait. And see how it goes.

…And eventually let me know how you get on. :)  HTH.

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Simlish ‘Retro’ Destination Posters for Sims 3

I know that others have done travel/ destination pictures before and I am in no way trying to copy them- this is just part of my experimentation in creating Simlish posters and also: Hey, did you know that I love retro?!?!

The mesh is EA base game, vastly improved by the gorgeous @baufive 💜

There are 20 of them in total. Feel free to take into TSR workshop to delete the ones you don’t want from the collection (because they aren’t perfect, I know- sorry!)

This is a zipped folder with both package and Sim3pack. I hope you like them. Please let me know if you have any problems.

TOU: Please don’t re-upload or claim as your own, thank you!💜

20 Retro Destination Posters (SFS) DOWNLOAD HERE

There’s Going to be a Lot of Anti-Black History Month Commentary...

I remember when #BlackoutDay was being planned, there was a lot of people who were so against the idea they there were plans on reddit, 4chan and others to bomb the tag. This was the first time I saw anti-Blackness on a huge level.

I didn’t think a day of selfies after a month of Black History was going to be much of a problem. But sadly, it was a huge problem and to this day, even after making sure we stay cleared of other PoC (preplanned) celebrations, reducing it to 4 days within a year (instead of 12), and even battling for control of the day itself. we still have anti-Black commentary or attacks but on a minor scale.

However, with the whole celebration of Black History Month, I knew there was going to be some… pushback. But I didn’t think it was going to be “comment and attack under every Black History Month post” type.

Yeah… the banner and the fact that Tumblr is promoting Black History Month is bringing out people to make negative commentary on not just Staff posts, but the stuff that Staff will highlight. 

I guess the bright side is that Staff is going to learn what we deal with just for expressing ourselves on a daily basis.

So, I’m going to give you some words of advice in case your post gets selected by Staff: start blocking people with extreme comments. Do not engage with them. 

We all know that once they have to start writing stuff to make us feel like we’re less than human, we can’t talk sensibly to them.

If you get anonymous messages and it features extreme negative commentary, block them. 

We shouldn’t ALWAYS have to be these “defenders” when it comes to topics to help us. We shouldn’t always have to be on the offense. It’s going to get ugly and we’re going to have to accept that reality.

Now, note that I said, “extreme comments” and not “people who disagree with" the thoughts of Black history. However, if you choose to block people simply because they ask the question and you don’t feel like doing labor, that’s fine too. 

The fact that I’m writing this to forewarn you actually saddens me as I thought technology would help us engage with people. And it can. But let’s take care of ourselves this time around.

I dealt with White tears and fears for too long on my W3NK blog, so I know the strain it can take on you. I turned into someone kinda impulsive at times. I don’t want you to become me.

So, don’t feel bad if your block hand is heavy. People who rather see you sad or dead just because they pour their projections on you shouldn’t be given a chance to redeem themselves. 

P.S. - If you plan on attacking the original poster… I dealt with your kind all the flipping time. And usually, I’ll engage. But this time, I will follow my own advice, except I’ll go one step further. I won’t disclose what that step is because it will reveal too much. Just know I’m not your damn mule and I don’t have to take your shit.

re: the cute underwear comic

when i first made it was like this revelation of self love and it was really wonderful. the initial response was amazing, the things later… less so. 

to all the people who gained confidence and self love from that comic: it was for you; for you and for me and this was the intention. 

to the people making specific comments about my body, whether negative or positive: please stop. i don’t care which way you lean, it makes me uncomfortable. so much of it is overly sexual and y’all don’t know me like that and i don’t want you to. i know, i know, i shouldn’t have put a comic of me in my underwear on the internet. hindsight and all that. i made this because i am continually overwhelmingly told by our culture that cute things are not for me, that i can’t feel good about myself, that the very act of not being totally covered would be defiant in an of itself because i’d be actively disgusting the majority of society. i didn’t make this comic for people to make sexual comments about my body.

to the people taking this and reposting this comic without credit: well, i doubt you’re reading this because you obviously don’t care who made this thing. but to the people who are reading this… if you can, rectify this. it does real, actual harm. because of things like this i’ve had to get up in arms with a buzzfeed writer (not something i enjoy), hire an awful lawyer (that’s its whole own awful story that consumed like half of 2016 on and off), and slog thru the hundreds of reposts/etc. of this. people who tell me about unsourced reposts and tell the posters to credit really save my sanity because there is too much just for me.

to the people who’ve been here for a few years and wonder why i barely ever make journal comics anymore… see the above. there was a while when it was really fun and it’s always wonderful to meet people who my comics helped with their own self image… but the aftermath can be so awful and draining every time i have an idea for a new journal comic i have to think “is it worth it?”