this is my first time coloring real people

anonymous asked:

Sterek Prompt Number 47 Please!

AHHH I LOVE THIS!!!! Here is #47: “I thought it was a one-night stand…but now we’re married…”


Stiles woke up with a headache and a small groan, eyes adjusting to the sunlight coming from the wall of windows he was facing. It was weird…his and Scotty’s motel room didn’t have a wall of windows let alone a killer view of the Vegas strip.

Oh God this wasn’t the motel.

Stiles suddenly was hyper aware of the body pressed against his back and the arm hooked around his bare chest. He swallowed so hard it hurt as he glanced down to see the sheet barely covering their undoubtedly bare lower halves. Then his eyes caught sight of the body behind him and holy shit he was ninety nine point two percent sure he was sleeping with a GQ model.

He turned his head back to the windows trying to think of a way out of this, except then there was movement and stubble ran across the nape of his neck and there was a hard cock pressed against his ass–

With that he slithered ungracefully out of the man’s grip until he rolled off the bed and took half the sheets with him. There was a groan from the bed when he fell to the floor with a thud, and somehow he managed to hit his funny bone.

“Ow, fuck,” Stiles whined, sitting up to see the GQ model awake and naked in all his very sexy glory. Man for a one night stand he really got lucky, but terribly so he can’t remember a fucking thing.

No more alcohol. Ever.

“Um, hi,” the guy said, face pinched up.

Stiles felt like drooling because man those eyebrows could murder someone, but those green-blue eyes were to die for. Jesus those cheekbones couldn’t be real either, they looked so sharp and angular. This guy is photoshopped for sure.

“Well I’m pretty sad I can’t remember what I would assume to be awesome sex, but this was nice, gotta go,” Stiles blurted out and stood up, wrapping the sheet around his lower half just now noticing the marks all across his torso.

Oh the sex must’ve been amazing.

“Hey–”

“No seriously man I gotta go, my best friend is probably worried sick,” Stiles pressed, grabbing his boxers.

“Wait–”

“Look dude I don’t know–”

“We have rings on our fingers!” The model blurted out and Stiles paused looking at his hands only to see his ring finger with a gold band on it. His vision spiraled a bit as he stood up on shaky legs. He twisted the band on his finger, slipping it off to look at the rather expensive piece of jewelry. On the inside of the band he read a tiny engraving “drunk married is the best married”.

Holy hell.

“I thought it was a one-night stand…but now we’re married…,” he trailed off looking to the other man, stark naked and honestly still looking hotter than the sun. From his toned body to his bunny like teeth that poked from his slightly parted lips.

“I’m Derek,” the guy -Derek- said suddenly.

“Stiles–and yes, it’s a nickname,” he answered, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in the sheet. The silence lingered, sitting between them and festering until Derek pulled off his own ring and looked inside it.

“It’s says “his name his Mieczyslaw”…I think I remember you told me last night when we bought the rings,” Derek said and Stiles paled with a low groan, shoving his face in his hands. He doesn’t know where Scott is, he’s slept with the world’s hottest man alive, and he’s married to said man who knows his atrocity of a first name.

Great. Fucking great.

“I don’t think this is how a honeymoon is supposed to go.”

“Seriously, Stiles?”

“What? I heard they were much better than this– I mean most people know their husbands.”

Derek was quiet for a long time after that before finally saying, “…my favorite color is green.”

Stiles couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face.

So two years later at their real wedding the color theme was white and green, both of them wearing the same rings that started this beautiful perfect mess.


ASK ME A PROMPT FOR THE DRABBLE CHALLENGE!

anonymous asked:

this is a dumb question, but what exactly is the "point" of the characters (particularly the Heathers, i'm assuming) that the new TV show is fucking up with their redesigns. i just wanna make sure i understand the issues here.

Ok the Heather’s are suppose to be the “popular girls”. They are the people who have the characteristics of what society considers to be beauty and they mock anyone who doesn’t met those standards.

Being skinny and making fun of people who aren’t. Caring more about their status standing than their grades, making fun of people for being geeks or nerd. Mocking people for not meeting what is considered the norm in society, aka being along the LGBT spectrum. (I mean damn JD and Veronica staged Ram and Kurt’s deaths as them dying because they where gay. And expecting them to be the mockery of the school. So making fun of people for being gay and the like.) Wearing clothes that are considered in at the time and that highlight their gender. Aka anything the Heathers wear which was all considered in at the time and stylish.

Heck the colors where a power symbol recognized by them. The queen of the school wore red. Both Chandler and Duke established this in the movie.

And then the first promo pics lacks the signature colors and shows them in weird clothes that would have gotten them weird looks and mocked at my school. The first promo pic is suppose to be thought over carefully. This is the first real image people are getting of your product. This is the hook that should help spark a person’s interest in your product. Get them thinking and hopefully interested in what you are making. And if the first image alone is already putting off a good portion of the fandom. Then you know you have an issue.

They only care (especially Chandler) about holding their social status. Veronica herself has said that she’s using her High IQ to pick out lip gloss and trying to figure out how many kegers she can hit before curfew.

Chandler gets pissed at Veronica for not holding up to the standard she expected for her at the party. (Sleeping with a guy she just met). Chandler certainty would never let herself be fat because it would go against her standards.

They are suppose to be a symbol of what society considers beautiful. And yes they are doing a modern version. But what sparks JD’s hatred for them. Is that he observes them (the Heathers, Kurt and Ram) mocking people for being different. He has seen this all before. Every school he goes to he sees it again and again. A never ending chain of bullying. He watched the Heathers make a mockery of Martha in the cafeteria. Making fun of the fat kid. (Now the show has a SKINNY Martha.) He watches Ram and Kurt chase down those nerdy boys and says stuff like “you piece of shit fag” and trying to get the kid to say “I like to suck big dicks”. Being gay wasn’t a good or popular thing. It lead to you getting bullied.

And yeah times now are a bit more accepting. But I went to a big school. I knew a lot of the LGBT kids because I was friends with a lot of them. I ran in circles that had a lot of them. (Anime Club, Art and Theater related things, Even Band.) I knew the spots where you could go after school and find a group of kids and a majority of them would fall into the LGBT spectrum. None of them where along the popular side at my school. Knowing my school they never would be.

By having the Heathers fall into the very groups they are suppose to mock. It goes against their characters. You can’t have an openly gender-fluid person or Lesbian mock other LGBT people. Yes not all LGBT people are nice. I’ve met plenty of assholes who are LGBT. But being LGBT and being the top dog at school and mocking other LGBT people at school. That doesn’t fit. A LGBT person couldn’t come up to me and make fun of me for being a girl who gets crushes on others girls. Because I’d just be like “so what you’re a guy that’s into guys. Or so what so are you. Etc.” It doesn’t have the same sting it does when coming from a non LGBT person.

A well known girl at my school was obese. But if she came up to me and made fun of my weight it wouldn’t work because she was heavier than me. Her insults could be fired right back at her. Now if a person in extremely good shape where to mock my size then that would hurt.

On top of that having all three of the Heathers fall into a minority but none of the other main characters. That also just seems wrong and like they are baiting people for brownie points.

Here are some changes to make the characters more diverse that would have worked.

•Making JD or Martha a race other than Caucasian. My favorite version of JD is Dan’s. Dan isn’t Caucasian. Yes I love Slater and Ryan. But image wise and art wise I love it when people base their JD around Dan. Also making them another race wouldn’t hurt their characters at all.

•Making Martha Bi or Pan. Martha’s crush is apart of the story and how she gets mocked so she still has to be into guys. But that doesn’t mean she couldn’t be Bi or Pan.

•Making JD along the Ace/Aro spectrum. I personally headcanon JD as Demisexual Hetroromantic. JD doesn’t seem like the type of character to honestly be that all into sex. Yes he had sex with Veronica. But I wouldn’t see it as interfering with the point of his character if he only had an interest in people after having a connection. I don’t think JD would just sleep with any girl. That he would have to have a general interest and connection with them. And yes typically Demisexual people (in my experience) need a longer time frame. But part of Heathers… well insane story is that it happens so fast.

•Making Veronica Bi. it wouldn’t mess with her character purpose and could give them that diverse cast they are looking for.

•Not making Martha skinny.

Now I wouldn’t want them to make all three of them minorities. As I feel like
It might give the baiting feel it has with the Heathers. But if they did like 1 Heather & 2 of the others. Or 2 Heathers and 1 of the others. And making it seem like only minorities are mocked and non-minorities can’t be mocked doesn’t sit right with me. And I feel that’s how it would come off is all the bully’s werent minorities while the bullied kids were. As I know it isn’t true and I’ve watched people who fall into minorities categories make fun of people who don’t.

Idk three just feels like a good number.

And by 1 or two of the Heathers I mean their race. As I don’t think them not being Caucasian in a modern heathers would be much of a problem. In all productions of the musical I have seen at least one of the Heathers. (Usually Duke) isn’t caucasian. So having one of the Heathers a different race wouldn’t be an issue.

Oh and here is an idea. They go to a freaking school. You have cast characters you could use to get that diverse character cast you are looking for without messing with a character’s role. You want an LGBT character, I’ve said this before, but try having a girl have a thing for one of the Heathers. Like they did in the musical. Show her confessing to one of the Heathers. Then show how they treat her. Show them making fun of her or treating her poorly. Show me these asshole Heathers that are suppose to be an example of what is wrong with society. Show me Bi Veronica and them learning she is and Chandler pushing her to hide that side of her. That would be in character.

Show them making fun of a trans kid and that being part of that fuels JD to kill them. Because that would fit.

Show the negative consequences of what the Heathers do. Show how it effects people. When the show ends show Veronica trying to make things better. Show her approaching some of those kids and working with them.

Also for a racially diverse cast try having kids who aren’t just Chinese, Japanese or black. Try having Cuban characters or Native American or Polynesian or Puerto Rican, Indian, etc. Branch out to other races. Because while black and Asian may be two of the other top races after white in America, they aren’t the only ones.

I’m doing this on mobile. So sorry if it is long or runs together weird. I’m not always the best at wording this. @power-of-innocence tends to do a better job than me.

Edit: I would like to add that the reason the LGBT kids of my HS would never be popular wasn’t like due to my high school being really homophobic. (One of the most beloved seniors when I was a sophomore was an open lesbian.) But mostly due to the sheer size of my school. We had between 3,000 and 4,000 students each year. And 6 different lunch periods. (Technical 3 but for the 9th and 10th graders it was 6) It was impossible to fit the whole school in the cafeteria or gym. We didn’t really have popular kids. The closest you would get to it is kids whose names were well known. Like people really active with school related stuff. Like being apart of the student council or on the Cheerleading squad. (I actually knew many of those girls and they were all really nice.) Also having known those kids they weren’t the type of kids to ever be popular due to their personalities. They a lot where into unpopular subjects and/or also feel into the emo/goth categories. So a lot of them wouldn’t have been popular due to that. But even then the popular kids at my school weren’t mean. Most of them where popular because they where really nice and a lot of people just naturally liked them. Sorry just wanted to add that. Edit: At the time I made this every time I heard Martha mentioned people were saying that they were making her skinny, this maybe incorrect but I’m still not 100% sure. It’s still a horrible show regardless though. Just wanted to correct that.
City Love (Part 8)

summary: You attend one of Natasha’s office parties against your will and end up meeting a charming stranger who turns out to be the person who runs the company. (AU; CEO!Bucky)

characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (F), Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Pepper Potts, Stephen Strange, references to Tony Stark
word count: 2115
warnings: none
A/N: I’m emotional as I write this. Thank you so much to everyone who joined me for this ride. I didn’t expect this story to gain the response it has. Thank you, thank you. My heart is incredibly full. There will be one more part and then an epilogue after this. xx

SERIES MASTERLIST

Originally posted by lovetheworldlife

As a highly sensitive introvert, being in a roomful of people for an extended amount of time always made you extremely uncomfortable. Tonight, you find yourself in an even more challenging predicament knowing every single person surrounding you was there because of you.

It was finally the night of your art show. As much as you wanted to crawl under a table and hide, you knew that this was the best way to meet potential clients and make a mark in the industry. Taking a deep steadying breath, you decided to keep it together for the next five hours, at least.

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Deck you - Midoriya Izuku Playlist

A playlist for my sweet cinnamon roll about wanting to save people, looking up to people, being a beautiful ambitious boy, loving his friends and todoroki shouto.

Tracklist - 31 songs - 1hr and 59mins

  1. I’m a kid - Jadu Heart
  2. Color Green - New Politics
  3. A Real Hero - High Highs
  4. Third Eye - Florence + The Machine
  5. There For You - Martin Garrix & Troye Sivan
  6. The Ocean - The Wild Wind
  7. First Time He Kissed a Boy - Kadie Elder
  8. ピンホール - OGRE YOU ASSHOLE
  9. Nakaniwa No Shoujotachi - Shishamo
  10. Fall to Rise (Acoustic) - Shalom Dubas
  11. ないものねだり - KANA-BOON
  12. Peace Sign (Instrumental “My Hero Academia” opening) - Jonathan Parecki
  13. Anything For You - Chelsea Cutler
  14. ストラテジー - KANA-BOON
  15. Boys Will Be Boys - Benny
  16. Don’t You Cry for Me - Cobi
  17. R.I.P. 2 My Youth - The Neighborhood
  18. The Kids Aren’t All Right - Fall Out Boy
  19. Until We Go Down - Ruelle
  20. Power - Bastille
  21. About You - Colouring
  22. Owakareno Uta - never young beach
  23. Falling - Drama Duo
  24. chill morning - never young beach
  25. Dreamer (Stripped Down) - Kaptan & Mokita
  26. You Are in Love - Taylor Swift
  27. Pretty Boy - Young Galaxy
  28. Low Tide - Drama Duo
  29. Realiti - Grimes
  30. Midori No Shoujo - Indigo la End
  31. for him. - Troye Sivan

https://open.spotify.com/user/12148762376/playlist/2gkyoiLPFI1kVA5cuP7ryY

Kirishima | Bakugou | Todoroki 

Mean Girls starters 

  • “My family’s perfectly normal.”
  • “It’s not you. I’m bad luck.”
  • “My t-shirt’s stuck to my sweater isn’t it?”
  • “I got divorced.”
  • “The first day of school was a blur. A stressful, surreal blur.”
  • “Is that your natural hair color?”
  • “Don’t have sex. Because you will get pregnant and die.”
  • “She asked me how to spell ‘orange’.”
  • “She’s totally rich because her dad invented toaster strudel.”
  • “Evil takes a form in ___.”
  • “One time she punched me in the face. It was awesome.”
  • “So you’ve actually never been to a real school before?”
  • “Oh my god, you can’t just ask people why they’re white.”
  • “On Wednesdays we wear pink.”
  • “Why do you hate her? You seem to really hate her.”
  • “I just think it would be a fun little experiment.”
  • “Would you just do it? Please?”
  • “I mean, you wouldn’t buy a skirt without asking your friends if it looked good on you, would you?”
  • “Get in loser, we’re going shopping.”
  • “If you need anything, don’t be shy, okay?”
  • “There are no rules in this house.”
  • “There are two kinds of evil people. People who do evil stuff, and people who see evil stuff being done and don’t try to stop it.”
  • “Does that mean I’m morally obligated to burn that lady’s outfit?”
  • “Moderately prices soaps are my calling.”
  • “Sometimes older people make jokes.”
Seeing Red.

Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. It’s a day full of potential and hope, before all the dreary depressions of reality show up to ruin all the fun.

I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I can…sense a sort of aura around them. A colored outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left.

A fair amount of them have a yellow-orangish tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a car crash or some other tragedy. Anything that takes people “before their time” as they say.

The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I’ll see someone who’s basically a walking stoplight. Those are the ones who get murdered or kill themselves. It’s such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered.

With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmates’ fates. The first kid who walked in was basically radiating red. I chuckled to myself. Too damn bad, bro. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my rose-tinted reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green.

Creepypasta #1170: Black Hat

Length: Medium

“Congratulations, Mr Castillo! Your project proposal had just been approved.”

My boss shook my hand. My colleagues clapped and gave me taps on the back. I called my wife to tell her about the news. She was ecstatic.

I’m 32. An architect working in one of the top firms in the area. Married to a lovely wife with a wonderful daughter. I’ve got good friends. I feel very blessed. Life is good.

But it hasn’t always been that way. Once upon a time, I was an entirely different person. One without direction. I never thought I would make it this far. I had a pretty rough upbringing. I was rebellious and anti-social.

Then one night changed it all. The night that basically gave me a new lease on life so to speak.

The night I felt lucky to be alive.

I was 16. I was raised in a dysfunctional family. Money was not the problem. My father was a manager at the local bank. But he was rarely home. Eventually my mother found out why – he was having an affair. Since then, my mother became an alcoholic. I became neglected at a very young age. They hated each other, and I hated them both. Three people who couldn’t stand each one’s presence, living under one roof.

I often get into trouble at school. I steal things. I break noses. Violence has become my way of releasing frustration and anger.

Friday night. They’re arguing again, yelling at each other like the bitterest of enemies. I grabbed my backpack and ran out of the house. I needed to get as far away as possible from that hellhole. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done that.

It’s been dripping. I opened my bag and checked what’s inside. A couple of shirts, a bottle of water, and a toy gun. Ah, my favorite toy gun. I got it on my 11th birthday from a godfather. It used to be bright red in color, but I painted it black to make it look real. I had even managed to rob a couple of people with it.

But tonight, I want to up the ante.

I want to steal a car.

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OPEN COMMISSIONS!! Help a poor student edition

Hey, its me again! So sometimes I have a big purchase or expense ahead of me before doing this, like last time that my cellphone broke. But, this time I actually just dont have money in my account, I do have some things I need to buy but first I need to be stable again. So here they are! Commissions for everyone, last time I introduced these gouache paintings and you guys seemed to really like those so Im keeping them.

What can I draw?

Usually I stick to characters, from games, movies, books or your own imagination, as long as I have a reference picture or a nice description I can do it. I can draw other things, animals, weird creatures, I even draw real people, but just dont expect a landscape.

Prices:

Original Commissions

Full color: 45 USD

Flats: 40 USD

Extra background: +10 USD

-Prices can vary lower or higher if for example you just want half of the body or if you want an extra character.

Gouache Commissions: 25 USD

Contact Information:

Chuylol13 on Skype

or DM me here on tumblr

anonymous asked:

I recently found out that my university has a student organization for queer people of color. When I got time to go to a meeting the first thing I saw was a demisexual flag! (They had a bunch of pride flags on the wall.) I was scared that they weren't ace inclusive, but they never once even asked my orientation. I said I was queer and that was enough. They were super inclusive and accepting! A reminder that out in the real world aces/aros are absolutely part of the LGBTQ+ community!

HELL YES

anonymous asked:

Hello! Sorry to bother, I just want to say that I love this blog, and if you maybe know what his time in prison and after was like for lafayette cause I found some fairly contradicting texts and I'm confused. Thank you for your time!

Hello, Nony. 

Gilbert’s imprisonment always grieves my heart. It’s a story very few people know about. I’ll try to make some sense of it here from what I’ve gathered from multiple books and sources. Part of the miscommunication lies in the fact that Lafayette’s captors moved him to different prisons to prevent possible friends of the Frenchman from discovering his location. Lafayette didn’t write about his own experience until much later and his first-hand account is not only subject to his age, but is touched on with such brevity that it made me wonder if it was a topic he wanted to avoid discussing in great length. Lafayette, when remembering later, often went into painful amounts of detail…down to what colors people were wearing. The account of his imprisonment in his memoirs touch more on episodes within that time that broke up the monotony: his escape attempt, his wife’s arrival, etc. All that to say, I’ll do my best and as I do more research, I may have to go back and edit later.

  • From bad to worse. – The first real prison stay for Lafayette was at Wesel. Better treatment was offered if he would swear to renounced republicanism. Lafayette ardently refused. His Prussian captors also plied him for any information they could get regarding French military secrets and tactics. Again, he was silent. The authorities then transferred Lafayette to Magdeburg where he was imprisoned for about a year. Here, he later described being ‘doomed to moral and bodily decay.’ By one account, the cell he was held in was about 4 ft. wide and 8 ft. tall. He suffered in the cold, dark, and damp. There was no sunlight in the cell, and guards stood on constant watch. His spirits dampened, Lafayette nonetheless continued to refuse offers of better treatment in exchange for abandoning his principles. 
  • Losing hope. After his time in Magdeburg, he was briefly moved to Neisse, still under Prussian supervision. His friends and family were completely in the dark as to his fate. No one had been told where he was being kept. It was as if he’d fallen off the face of the earth and he was left to fear for his family without word. To add to his misery, he contracted a fever that nearly killed him. In Unger’s book, Lafayette (which I haven’t read in full yet), he describes how Lafayette gradually grew dangerously despondent. “Lafayette believed his captors were planning his secret execution–that he would simply disappear and no one would know where or when. He found a sliver of wood, moistened it, and dipped it in soot to write his last words: ‘Adieu, then, my dear wife, my children, my aunt…whom I shall cherish to my last breath.’”
  • Hell.  Olmütz, where Lafayette spent four years incarcerated, was situated in Austrian held territory. He arrived on May 17, 1794. It was not a prison, but a dungeon equal to anything you’ve seen on TV. Once again, Unger paints a pretty dismal picture. “The prison was part of the city wall over the Morawa River, which carried the city sewerage and filled the prison above it with a suffocating stench and swarms of disease-carrying mosquitoes and flies. Lafayette…[was] chained in solitary confinement…forbidden to talk, in rags, and with no personal possessions.” They gave him and the two other French officers with him numbers and did not address them by name. If memory serves, Lafayette was State Prisoner #2. He was not given a chamber pot and had to eat with his hands in such filth. Bathing was also prohibited.
  • Escape? The fever Lafayette had spawned in Magdeburg had not left him by the time he moved to Olmütz and gradually grew worse. As his health deteriorated, a doctor was finally called for. This doctor, as luck would have it, was a part of an escape organized by many friends of the ailing Frenchman, including Angelica Church (formerly Schuyler). The doctor brought with him a note detailing the scheme. Lafayette used his own blood to write a reply and sent the physician on his way. The doctor demanded that Lafayette be allowed outside from time to time and the authorities eventually complied. During one of these outings, two of the conspirators burst from the woods. A skirmish broke out. One of the guards tackled Lafayette and bit his finger so badly that he nearly lost it. He managed to scramble away, hopped on a horse, and took off. Adorably (and unfortunately), he misunderstood his accomplices’ English and went to the wrong town. Believing himself to be in friendly territory, he announced his identity and need to a farmer…who promptly sold him out to the authorities. Lafayette was immediately arrested and dragged back to prison.
  • Lockdown. Lafayette’s memoirs describe the punishment for his escape best. “Lafayette was put in irons, and suffered the most excruciating torture. He was in a feeble state, overcome by fatigue, and suffering greatly from the bruises and wounds received in his late attempt to escape. His anxieties, his anguish (and despair we may almost say,) at finding himself again in the power of his unrelenting jailor, so affected his nerves, that his fever returned with increased and alarming violence. In this state he was allowed nothing but a little damp and mouldy straw; irons were put round his feet, and round his waist was a chain, fastened to the wall, which barely permitted him to turn from one side to the other. No light was admitted into his cell; and he was refused even the smallest allowance of linen.” “Worn down by disease and the rigour of the season, his hair fell from his head, and he was emaciated to the last degree. To these physical distresses were soon super added those mental anxieties, which perhaps, were still more difficult to endure.” After some time–and influence from friends abroad–he was unchained from the wall and allowed to walk one hour a day. No one was allowed to speak to him.
  • Adrienne saves his life. Two years in, Adrienne arrived with their daughters, Virginie and Anastasie, and refused to leave during her husband’s confinement. One of his girls wrote later: "We got out at the house of the commandant of the city. We did not see him. He sent the officer who was charged with keeping the prison, to conduct us. After we had gone through the first gate we passed down long corridors to two padlocked doors that opened into my father’s room. ‘I don’t know,’ my mother said the night before, ‘how I can support what we are going to feel.’ My father had not been notified of our coming. He had been given no letter at all from my mother. Three years of imprisonment, the last passed in complete solitude (for since his attempt at escape he had not seen his servant), anxiety for all he loved, sufferings of all kinds, had deeply affected his health. The change in his looks was frightening. My mother was hard hit by it; but nothing could diminish the delirium of her joy except the bitterness of her irreparable losses. My father, after the first happiness of reunion, did not dare to ask any questions. He knew of the reign of terror in France, but he did not know the names of the victims. The day passed without his daring to question her concerning his fears or her being able to muster strength to tell him. Only in the evening, after my sister and I had been shut into the next room, not connected, did she tell my father that she had lost on the scaffold, her grandmother, her mother, and her sister.’

Lafayette and his family were released on September 19, 1797. What happened afterwards will have to be a post for another time. I’ll try to get that together as soon as possible. As to the conflicting reports you might have gone over, it’s because very few people were actually able to contact Lafayette or his family. I hope this shed some light on things. I’m crying now. Dear me. 

anonymous asked:

At the first time you joined Tumblr, did you cope with the situation that no one ever noticed your work for once? How did you deal with it?

Actually if you look around you can still see that Im not that popular because my disadvantage is because Im only doing black & white. I think Im the only artist in this fandom that sucked big time at coloring, and somehow people still follow me.

When I first started here I just know that I need to be persistent and determined, because I know I have what it takes. I had reputation before in Vietnam’s comic community, so I know my story can charm people. So the real question should be from the time I was literally unknown to everyone, which tracked back to 10 years ago, when I first started drawing comic.

How to cope with it? Easy, I don’t care if anyone see it, I just love what I do and the story I want to tell. I just draw what my mind tells me to, and somehow I gained reputation back then. Until I WANT TO HAVE MORE FANS, I suddenly saw that I don’t have that many and may be my story was shit, so I quited. IT WAS SO STUPID YOU KNOW. Looking back, I realized how stupid I was, I should just do what I love without caring what others like or dislike, if I continue on I propably more famous than I’m now. So now I just draw for me, for what I love and worrying about people’s like or dislike can only come second. To be honest, I adore my fans, but I learnt that only when I do what I love, do people will love me. So the crowd will always come second, passion comes first.

You have to be persistent, determined and most of all, let passion guide you, because it’s the only thing that matter. 

No one famous by their own from the start, that’s the gist of it. 

Originally posted by mathias-strato

hey so here’s my addition to the “why is everyone mistaking the same face ppl for each other when they have different eye and hair color”

i once i had a friend who looked exactly like Dakota Fanning.  Like it was fucking uncanny.  the first time i saw Dakota Fanning on screen i was like why the FUCK is my friend in this movie

and then once, my friend cut and dyed her hair, and she STILL had people telling her she looked just like Dakota Fanning.  Her facial features were just THAT SIMILAR

so like, in the fictional space of anime, where faces all look pretty similar in structure anyway, hair and eye color are way more noticeable to us, but in real life, eye and hair color/style are way less important in recognizing a person’s face.  so for the characters, even though they all have different hair cuts and colors and eye colors, they still look uncannily alike

and that’s my two cents lol

First Day of School

Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. It’s a day full of potential and hope, before all the dreary depressions of reality show up to ruin all the fun.

I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I can…sense a sort of aura around them. A colored outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left.

A fair amount of them have a yellow-orangish tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a car crash or some other tragedy. Anything that takes people “before their time” as they say.

The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I’ll see someone who’s basically a walking stoplight. Those are the ones who get murdered or kill themselves. It’s such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered.

With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmates’ fates. The first kid who walked in was basically radiating red. I chuckled to myself. Too damn bad, bro. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my rose-tinted reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green.

anonymous asked:

Why don't you talk about real PoC problems like starvation or pollution and stuff like that. Oh I forgot you live in the first world and you're ignorant like americans of all colors. Fucking cowboys.

racism, colorism, fandom racism , white feminism as well…etc…etc…are all “Real poc problems”. see anon, everybody esp white people are totally accepting of helping/recognizing  starving populations in non-white countries. but y’all have a hard time accepting racism that is done right in front of your nose and some of y’all act like racism doesn’t exist. even you are here, implying that these very real topics on my blog aren’t real.so that’s why i talk about other things, becuase white folks still have trouble accepting racism right in front of them but only listen when a person of color is starving. (abt the cowboy comment; i’m from texas too so yee haw.)

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HIIIII y’all. It’s about that time. 

So I’m on Vacation from work for the next week and a half and I’m looking to make some cash so I can book a flight to see my dungeon master and very good Gal Pal @lesbianlaracrovt… I’m willing to work on the CHEAP bc I really…. wanna do this… so. Here’s my deal for you: 

Pencil sketches (first example) are $8 (+$3 per additional subject)
Cleaned digital sketches (second example) are $10 (+$3 per additional subject)
Full color busts (bottom examples) are $17 (+8 per additional subject)

I can do pretty much whatever subject you like… Real people, characters, OCs, etc, I just need refs from you! I really only feel confident enough to do busts/portraits but we can chat. 

Please hmu if you’re interested via my inbox or the messenger system. I’ll be running this quick turnaround thing for the length of my vacation so, until August 13. Thanks! 

Opened commissions for fun! id love to draw your characters since im in a bit of an art block, and this is my first time opening some real commissions! i know not many people will see these so ill open these for any first comes.

100 DA Points: Full Body, No to little backround (some line around the character is most), and little shading and details (flowers, vines, etc.)

50 DA Points - Light sketch of any type. full body, to bust.

200 DA Points: Full body, Minor backround (trees and scenery is okay but not too seriously wide backround), Full color and Full shading.

Any additional characters are an extra 50 points!

Heres what i wont do:

* Humans - I am very bad at humans so i advise you do have an animal for me to draw! if you really want a human i will try my best but no backrounds or shading! i do this so i make good art for you!

*NSFW - no underaged ships, no porn, no titty.

And heres what i will!

* Any ocs from Homestuck/Hiveswap to Warriors to your very own!. i wont do FnaF ocs or sonic ocs.

Keep in mind i WILL have my watermark somewhere on the page!

Have fun!
Try to boost this a little, if you see this, i want to improve my skills and maybe one day be able to be included in great things of my dreams!

magicalmeta  asked:

First of all, I adore your icon. Second, I have been cackling in agreement with like, everything you post about Toshinori, because he is literally the most pure soul and I love him SO MUCH and you juST GET ME. My obsession for him is so real its stupid.

Ohmygod, thank you!! My icon was made by Dirkgentlyx on here who was so kind to take the time and color a bunch of them for me! Also, I’m so honored???? Like I’m still so shocked people like my blog and send me cute messages for doing what I love: loving the love of my life, Toshinori Yagi. I can’t explain enough how much he means to me??? Thank you!!

Originally posted by jalliday98

Yara Shahidi by Sean Thomas for Teen Vogue, December 2016

“On a personal level, even though I was always hyperaware of our history, I didn’t put race in a real physical context until I hit my teens. Being mixed—I’m half Iranian and half black—even has its strange amalgamation of problems. The first instance that really rubbed me the wrong way was when somebody called me whitewashed. I couldn’t process what that meant. In theory, I’d heard all the stereotypes. But it was my first time seeing, Oh, wow, people still believe in a black stereotype. What was conflicting was that I was surrounded by successful women and people of color who were—by society’s view—the anomaly. All around me, there were examples of excellence and excelling. But because I carried myself a certain way, I wasn’t a “believable” black person to them. That was the strangest moment.”