this is so shitty i quit

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This isn't quite a retail thing but definitely a dealing with shitty people thing: I was presenting (and selling) art I spent a lot of time and hard work on at this big event and this lady walked up to talk to me about it and after I explained how I sketched it out in pencil first before painting, she was like "So you're not an artist, you just color in the lines" and just??? What the fuck is wrong with you???

I would shove my paint brush up her damn nose. People in general can be really annoying to artists. My FAVORITE has always been “OH CAN YOU DRAW ME”(for free). :/ -Abby

Downtown chillin’

Fave trio tbh.

Can we, like, talk about this?

Victor is quite obviously concerned about Yuuri’s well-being. He wants what’s best for him and wants Yuuri to succeed. 

However, it is likely that Victor has never been in this sort of situation before. 

Yuuri is “the figure skater with the world’s biggest glass heart.” He’s sensitive and wears his heart on his sleeve.


Victor does something pretty shitty.

I don’t think Victor quite handled this situation as well as he could have, but he did move it forward. He wants to forcefully motivate Yuuri, even if that meant breaking his heart.

This is when Victor realizes he fucked up.

He’s used to being selfish, so Victor probably hasn’t comforted anyone like this before.

And then we find out that Yuuri is more worried about Victor than he is about himself since his actions do have an impact on Victor’s reputation. (Oh, Yuuri… you selfless cinnamon roll…)

Yuuri obviously does have doubts.

And Victor does reaffirm that he doesn’t want to stop being Yuuri’s coach.

And Yuuri knows this. He logically knows this even if his nerves make him doubt this fact.

Continuing with the fact that Victor probably hasn’t ever had to comfort people in his life…

Victor feels like he has to rely on past experiences. I personally feel like this conclusion of Victor’s makes it seem as if he kind of wants to get through this uncomfortable situation. Kissing seems like the easiest thing to do, right?

But Yuuri refuses! Yuuri wants something more than a useless kiss. He wants Victor’s faith in him, even if Yuuri doesn’t have enough faith in himself. Yuuri wants Victor to have confidence in him.

This is very important. And Yuuri is demanding for Victor to stay by his side, come what may. 

I was rereading the comic right before Jack and Shitty’s last game and Shitty says that if they win he gets a lifetime supply of Jack Zimmermann hugs. Well, obviously they lost. But, I was thinking about everything and… here you go.

Tater leaves the Christmas celebration after a slice of pie, bowing out by saying he needs to Skype with his mother. It gives the apartment the odd, after-Christmas feeling where nothing feels quite real. 

But it’s nice, just Jack and Bitty and Shitty in the kitchen, similar to how it was in the Haus. 

“Bits,” Jack says, exasperated. “You just cooked an entire Christmas dinner. By yourself. No, don’t say I helped, we all know a kindergartner could have helped just as much. Let me and Shitty do the dishes.”

Bitty sighs but relents, retreating to the living room. 

“You two are so good for each other it hurts,” Shitty says, shaking his head. “Honestly. Hosting Christmas dinner together. Bitty here for the holidays.”

“It’s great,” Jack says, barely catching a lovesick sigh before it escapes. “I’ve never… I don’t even know how to put it. But I’ve never. Any of this.”

“The great Jack Zimmermann, finally spilling deets,” Shitty says, elbowing him playfully where he’s drying dishes. “’I’ve never any of this’. Such detail. Such poetry.”

“Oh, shut up,” Jack gets out around a laugh. “Because you’re so generous with information about you and Lardo.”

“Look at us, all grown up and in secret, clandestine relationships. We’ve grown up so fast,” Shitty says, wiping away a fake tear. 

“Oh - that reminds me. I have something for you.” Jack wipes his soapy hands off and heads for the hall closet. 

“Hey! I thought -”

“It’s really small. Not a big thing.”

“This is coming from the person who bought his teammate an oven just because -”

“No, this is actually a small thing. It probably cost a dollar. Rounding up. And it can be for your birthday if you don’t want it to be a Christmas present.” Jack reenters the room with a tiny gift bag, which Shitty takes. 

“You’re ridiculous, Jack, I don’t know why - holy shit.” Shitty stops midsentence when he opens the gift. 

“Ah, I don’t know if you remember? But our last game -”

“I said that if we won I get a lifetime of Zimmermann hugs.” Shitty stares at the homemade, printed certificate. 

“Right, but we lost. But I know I haven’t been a great friend these past couple of months -” Shitty snorts. “- but you’re not any less important to me now. So. Yeah.”

“So you just gave me an infinite supply of hugs. In writing.” 

“We can get it notarized if you want.”

We can get it note - Good God, Zimmermann, how does Bitty put up with you?” Shitty says it in an exasperated tone, but his voice gets thick and he has to wipe his eyes a little. 

“You’ll have to ask him, because hell if I know.”

“I’m cashing in on one of these,” Shitty says, waving the certificate a little. “Right now.”

warm up doodle on shitty paper 

When you’re trying to be positive

but tumblr can be one of the most negative places on earth

No I don’t read Hyrda!Cap

I don’t acknowlege Hydra!Cap

Until that storyline resolves to be something else….I won’t touch it with a 10ft pole.

okay so i saw the new/last episode of hq season 3 today & i know everybody’s gonna be talking about everything that went down but i’m gonna talk about one of my favorite moments for a second

this scene right here (pls excuse my shitty screenshots):

i know this fandom very rarely puts their primary focus on tanaka (something,, all my friends know im quite bitter about) but like can we PLEASE appreciate him for a second?

tanaka has been acknowledged in canon to be one of the strongest players on the team & in every game he’s in we ALWAYS see him trying his best, saving the team’s ass, doing whatever it takes to keep the ball connected & keep them in the game & this match was no different (yes, i know all the players do their best but unlike tanaka, they usually get ample praise for this, which is why im only talking about him rn)

so in this scene we see the ball collide with hinata’s face (i think it was his face at least) quite violently & of course, tanaka looks extremely worried, but he knows hinata would want him to focus on the game & keep that ball in play no matter what, so tanaka DIVES for it & manages to connect it to his teammates, shouting for kageyama to receive it. but then you know what he does? as soon as he knows they’re safe for a moment, he turns & makes sure his teammate is okay. he stops thinking about the game for a second &, like the great caring upperclassman he’s always been, checks to see if hinata’s alright after that, what looked to be, painful hit to the face.

i know this moment probably didn’t stick out for a lot of ppl which i guess i can understand given the fast pace of the episode, but it’s small moments like these that just cement my love for tanaka & my place as a tanaka fan in this fandom. he’s so kind, protective, thoughtful, & just an all-around great person & i really wish the haikyuu fandom would pay more attention to him.

this is why he’s my favorite character. he’s in it to win it, but above all, he’s there for his teammates to rely on, he provides physical support during the games but also emotional/moral support as well (not just when they’re playing in matches, either. he’s always an encouraging voice in their lives).

anyway please appreciate our wonderful future ace of karasuno tanaka ryuunosuke because that boy deserves more love

Protective Dallas Would Include:

Originally posted by staygold-outsiders

Anonymous said:Dallas being protective of you would include

A/N: I’d love to do this imagine for you, since I’ve lacked in doing Dallas Winston or The Outsiders imagines or would includes for ages now! Please forgive me, lovely! I hope that you like what I’ve come up with. I’m sorry if it’s shitty, but I haven’t written one of these in quite awhile. So forgive me, anon!

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

- Dallas being pretty grouchy and demanding of you.

- If you’re not romantically involved with Dallas and you’re his sister, bud or a member of the gang, just know that there are no boys allowed. This hood wouldn’t think any guy deserves you.

- If you are romantically involved with Dally, then, just know that he won’t enjoy the male company you have, the majority of your friends or anybody who gives you a glance.

- He would not allow you to walk home by yourself.

- “I can walk by myself, thank you very much!

- “To hell you are, (Y/N)! Anybody could jump you, and since when were manners your sorta thing?”

- Dally always having a protective arm around your shoulders or waist.

- Beating the tar out of anybody who bullied or messed with you.

- “You think this is funny punk?

- “Touch her and I’ll bury you six feet under. You got it?

- “Keep your eyes elsewhere or I’ll gouge em’ out.

- Dallas knocking a few guys’s teeth loose.

- He’d be tougher than usual, but he’d hope that you knew that it was just for your own protection.

- “Are you goin’ soft, Dally?

- “Shut up! To hell I am?!

- Dallas pulling you away from people he doesn’t like.

- “I don’t like him.

- “You don’t know him.

- “He gives me a bad feelin’.

- “Everyone does!

- “Exactly.

- Dallas losing his shit when he finds out that you’ve been jumped.

- Dallas getting into jail a hell of a lot more.

- “Can’t you just not punch him this time?

- “If he’s starin’ at my girl, he’s gonna get much worse than that.

- Dallas walking you everywhere, even if he’s drunk as hell.

- On rainy nights he’d totally drive you home.

- No matter how mad you are at him, he’d always sneak in through your bedroom window to make sure you’re doing all right.

- Those long menacing stares directed at everyone else.

- You are his priority and he wouldn’t admit it to anyone (and no one would dare bring it up), but, he’d take all the hits, kicks, ect. that were thrown your way.

- “You okay, doll?” he’d murmur huskily, his thumb catching your lower lip.

- “You’re outta your mind, Winston. Look at you!

- “Makes me look tough, huh?” he’d cock a brow like Two-bit.

- “You’re going to be the death of me someday, Dal.” you’d laugh.

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1. Tweek is super ticklish, and one time he accidently gave Craig a bloody nose during a tickle attack.

2. Craig is not ticklish, at all, but the other boys aren’t convinced so they keep sneak attacking Craig to find his tickle spot.

3. Craig loves to comb through Tweeks hair and does it quite often.

4. Tweek also loves having his hair touched so sometimes he intentionally goes without brushing it, knowing that it will drive Craig crazy and he’ll fix it.

5. Tweek joing drama club because Craig told him he’s a really good actor.

6. Craig goes to every single school play to support Tweek, even the really shitty ones.

7. Craig doesn’t like coffee but he always drinks a cup when Tweek makes him one.

Just some cute little headcanons I’ve come up with throughout the day. I really like the idea of their relationship being completely 100% healthy, and Craig being a really good boyfriend despite his ‘fuck you all’ reputation.

A Spell to Sweeten a Lover

So let’s get something straight: I hate arguing with my boyfriend. It stresses me out and makes me feel shitty. But sometimes, we’re both having a bad week and can’t help getting on each other’s cases about the smallest thing. And it is tiring, let me tell you. This spell is to help you and a partner cut down on the sass and get back to the love. It has the added benefit of being a delicious smoothie. 

There are two ways to do this. The first is quite simple. Make a normal strawberry smoothie and focus on your intent. Do whatever is is you like to make it witchy, such as burning an incense while it blends, have a rose quartz in your hand, say some magic words: whatever you want. Strawberries already have a love association, so the magic is all there ready and waiting for you to call upon. 

Or, you can do things my way, which means making it more complicated fun. 

Which means we’re making a simple syrup.

A strawberry one.


To make the simple syrup, bring one cup of water to boil. Then, add one cup of white sugar and stir clockwise until dissolved completely. Reduce heat; Add in 6-8 strawberry tops. Continue to stir clockwise until the strawberries begin to lose color and the water turns a pale pink. If you so desire, strain the syrup using a cheese cloth to get rid of the small seeds or strawberry particles. 

Ensure the ~witchy-ness~ by focusing on intent, on peaceful and loving vibes, I also burned a vanilla incense, white candle, and had some crystals set on my stove as I cooked the syrup. The effect was quite pleasing. 

The great thing is, this syrup can be used in a lot, not just this spell. While it will be charged with loving energy, you can use it for self-love, devotional acts, or other forms of love spells. Get creative! Be sure to store in the refrigerator so that it stays good. It will likely keep for a week, maybe two. 

Alright, now the smoothie. Get in my belly. 

- 1 cup frozen strawberries
- 1 banana (optional – if omitted, add more strawberries)
- 1 cup of milk*
- honey*
- 1 tablespoon strawberry simple syrup

Place fruit in the blender, followed by honey, milk, and syrup. Blend. Add more fruit (or ice) or milk depending on thickness preference. If so desired, add more syrup or honey to sweeten further. 

Garnish with a fresh strawberry. When you serve the smoothie, take the first sip at the same time as your partner. And, of course, enjoy!  

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I’ve never liked the saying “forgive and forget,” like… no.

If somebody’s done something shitty to me in the past, there’s a higher probability of them doing it again than there is of anybody else, even if that person says they’ve changed.  It’s an unusually high probability, so I’m going to want to remember that it happened in order to be prepared and mindful of it potentially happening again.

There’s another saying, and this time it’s appropriate: “those who ignore history are bound to repeat it,” or something along those lines.

Forgive if you want to.  Don’t if you don’t want to.

But never forget.

Drafting: The Theory of Shitty First Drafts

Writing books often exhort you to “write a shitty first draft,” but I always resisted this advice. After all,

  1. I was already writing shitty drafts, even when I tried to write good ones. Why go out of my way to make them shittier?
  2. A shitty first draft just kicks the can down the road, doesn’t it? Sooner or later, I’d have to write a good draft—why put it off?
  3. If I wrote without judging what I wrote, how would I make any creative choices at all?
  4. That first draft inevitably obscured my original vision, so I wanted it to be at least slightly good.
  5. Writing something shitty meant I was shitty.

So for years, I kept writing careful, cramped, painstaking first drafts—when I managed to write at all. At last, writing became so joyless, so draining, so agonizing for me that I got desperate: I either needed to quit writing altogether or give the shitty-first-draft thing a try.

Turns out everything I believed about drafting was wrong.

For the last six months, I’ve written all my first drafts in full-on don’t-give-a-fuck mode. Here’s what I’ve learned so far:

“Shitty first draft” is a misnomer

A rough draft isn’t just a shitty story, any more than a painter’s preparatory sketch is just a shitty painting. Like a sketch, a draft is its own kind of thing: not a lesser version of the finished story, but a guide for making the finished story.

Once I started thinking of my rough drafts as preparatory sketches, I stopped fretting over how “bad” they were. Is a sketch “bad”? And actually, a rough draft can be beautiful the same way a sketch is beautiful: it has its own messy energy.

Don’t try to do everything at once

People who make complex things need to solve one kind of problem before they can solve others. A painter might need to work out where the big shapes go before they can paint the details. A writer might need to decide what two people are saying to each other before they can describe the light in the room or what those people are doing with their hands.

I’d always embraced this principle up to a point. In the early stages, I’d speculate and daydream and make messy notes. But that freedom would end as soon as I started drafting. When you write a scene, I thought, you have to start with the first word and write the rest in order. Then it dawned on me: nobody would ever see this! I could write the dialogue first and the action later; or the action first and the dialogue later; or some dialogue and action first and then interior monologue later; or I could write the whole thing like I was explaining the plot to my friend over the phone. The draft was just one very long, very detailed note to myself. Not a story, but a preparatory sketch for a story. Why not do it in whatever weird order made sense to me?

Get all your thoughts onto the page

Here’s how I used to write: I’d sit there staring at the screen and I’d think of something—then judge it, reject it, and reach for something else, which I’d most likely reject as well—all without ever fully knowing what those things were. And once you start rejecting thoughts, it’s hard to stop. If you don’t write down the first one, or the second, or the third, eventually your thought-generating mechanism jams up. You become convinced you have no thoughts at all.

When I compare my old drafts with my new ones, the old ones look coherent enough. They’re presentable as stories. But they suck as drafts, because I can’t see myself thinking in them. I have no idea what I wanted that story to be. These drafts are opaque and airless, inscrutable even to me, because a good 90% of what I was thinking while I wrote them never made it onto the page.

These days, most of my thoughts go onto the page, in one form or another. I don’t waste time figuring out how to say something, I just ask, “what are you trying to say here?” and write that down. Because this isn’t a story, it’s a plan for a story, so I just need the words to be clear, not beautiful. The drafts I write now are full of placeholders and weird meta notes, but when I read them, I can see where my mind is going. I can see what I’m trying to do. Consequently, I no longer feel like my drafts obscure my original vision. In fact, their whole purpose is to describe that vision.

Drafts are memos to future-you

To draft effectively, you need a personal drafting style or “language” to communicate with your future self (who is, of course, the author of your second draft). This language needs to record your ideas quickly so it can keep up with the pace of your imagination, but it needs to do so in a form that will make sense to you later. That’s why everyone’s drafts look different: your drafting style has to fit the way your mind works.

I’m still working mine out. Honestly, it might take a while. But recently, I started writing in fragments. That’s just how my mind works: I get pieces of sentences before I understand how to fit them together. Wrestling with syntax was slowing me down, so now I just generate the pieces and save their logical relationships for later. Drafting effectively means learning these things about yourself. And to do that, you can’t get all judgmental. You can’t fret over how you should be writing, you just gotta get it done.

Messy drafts are easier to revise

I find that drafting quickly and messily keeps the story from prematurely “hardening” into a mute, opaque object I’m afraid to change. I no longer do that thing, for instance, where I endlessly polish the first few paragraphs of a draft without moving on. Because how do you polish a bunch of fragments taped together with dashes? A draft that looks patently “unfinished” stays malleable, makes me want to dig my hands in and move stuff around.

You already have ideas

Sitting down to write a story, I used to feel this awful responsibility to create something good. Now I treat drafting simply as documenting ideas I already have—not as creation at all, but as observation and description. I don’t wait around for good words or good ideas. I just skim off whatever’s floating on the surface and write it down. It’s that which allows other, potentially better ideas to surface.

As a younger writer, my misery and frustration perpetuated themselves: suppressing so many thoughts made my writing cramped and inhibited, which convinced me I had no ideas, which made me even more afraid to write lest I discover how empty inside I really was. That was my fear, I guess: if I looked squarely at my innocent, unvetted, unvarnished ideas, I’d see how bad they truly were, and then I’d have to—what, pack up and go home? Never write again? I don’t know. But when I stopped rejecting ideas and started dumping them onto the page, the worst didn’t happen. In fact, it was a huge relief.

Next post: the practice of shitty first drafts

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@pbstv is doing a Q&A with Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat today.

Quite frankly, such occasions on Tumblr should just not happen anymore.

I ventured into the comments and for heaven’s sake, when your ‘source’ for your faux ‘social justice’ movement is the racist, sexist, misogynistic YFIP do NOT ask questions about the non-contextual garbage you got there.

Also, threating and insulting anyone who offers such an opportunity is childish, horrible and just flat out shitty. So many idiots in those comments, some smart enough to disable their own asks, that smartness blown right out the window with the crap they let flow through their fingers.

Tumblr has become such a cesspool of hate, faux social justice and faux outrage it’s ridiculous.

You don’t like the show? Why would you even make a comment? Why would you insult the writers?

Seriously, you need to check your priorities in life. If your life consists of bitter and hateful feelings you might want to look inside yourself as well as check who you surround yourself with. So much toxicity is showing.

As for shippers asking about Johnlock, Sherlolly, Mystrade etc…let them, it’s their right. They should know they won’t get an answer to their satisfaction. Least of all right before a new Series starts. If aynone doesn’t like the answers they get and are pissed thereafter, then so be it. They went in with their eyes wide open. Let them be.

As for TJLC’ers calling them cowards for not showing that Sherlock and John are gay and bi, to stop the queerbaiting, etc…you lot can fuck right off. You are what made this fandom so toxic. You’re who suck the fun out of absolutely everything. It’s not your show, you don’t get to tell those who MAKE the show what THEIR characters are.
What you’re is obvious…assholes.

Shipping Johnlock myself it’s deeply disturbing to see that others from a self-made sub-category of that very same ship can be so horrible.

And no, I don’t care that ‘not all’ do that. I don’t take myself out of the equation when I read how another shipper treats those who ship other characters than those I ship myself. You know why? If I take myself out, I’d turn a blind eye on those assholes and their horrible behavior.  

I follow so many people, different fandoms, different ships. You know what? None of them ever treated me badly, none of them ever insulted me, called me ‘deluded’, threatened me or told me to ‘kill myself’ just because I don’t see what they see, don’t ship as hard as they do. It hasn’t happened to me yet, but I see it in an alarming fashion the closer S4 of Sherlock gets. I unfollow and block such people immediately, but realized that’s not enough when I don’t have the balls to speak up about and against them.

It’s all fiction, it shouldn’t be so serious, shouldn’t have to be taken as responsibly as REAL LIFE issues. But threats and suggestions to commit suicide ARE serious. No matter in which context they’re send.

Shipping is supposed to be fun, always was, long before BBC’s ‘Sherlock’ came along. There’re always assholes in fandoms, but you know something goes very wrong, when amongst one ship a sub-category of shippername has to be made up like ‘TJLC’ (and don’t tell me it’s not a shippername, just because an added conspiracy came with it). Although it might be that *I* consider it a sub-category of a shipper name to distance myself from their obsession.

However, there is where you find the obsessive, the cold, the relentless, the heartless, those that are adamant THEIR ship is the ONLY ship and if you can’t see that then you’re deluded, an idiot, not worthy of living.

As much as I’d like for Sherlock and John to get together? Just for those piss-babies I hope it won’t happen.

There you go. Full out insult from me. For that, in this context, I’m not sorry.

If you’re a full blown TJLC’er who’s okay with such behavior as threatening fellow shippers of all possible ships, do unfollow me, please.
If you’re a TJLC’er who hates such behavior, don’t make do with ‘not all of us’. It’s not ENOUGH. Speak up, fight that behavior.

If anyone else wants to unfollow me because of this, no harm done, it was a joy to have you with me for as long as it lasted.

So this is a story about a bad coworker and an amazing coworker. One of my closers just quit halfway through her shift. Our main manager walked in, and shitty coworker asked to talk to her. Half an hour later, the manager comes up to me and said “Shitty coworker isn’t coming back. Ever.” So, I was left short one closer and training in a day worker who’d never closed before and was covering for one of my usual closers. I tell my closers so they know we’ll all have more to so, and we go on with our shifts with much bitching about the girl who bailed on us. About 15 minutes after we close I’m about to start counting the register, and one of our more friendly workers stops by to say hi. He asks if he can do anything to help, because when we do things like that we usually help out the closers by stocking the coffee bar. Little things like that. So I jokingly say that if he wants, he can pick up the remainder of the shift that got walked out on. He says “okay, just let me go put on a work shirt and clock in.” He is the reason we got out 20 minutes early and not 20 minutes late, and he taught our day person some of the essential closing jobs.


Some late valentine’s doodles for the anon and everyone else. Hope you like! Some closeups of the first page under the cut. 

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