this looks at least a bit better

if you don’t love me or feel at least a sliver of affection for me then please, do not look at me like you do. stop acting as if we’re meant to be and i’m the reason your life is a little bit better than it would be if i wasn’t. stop trying to slip your way into my heart only to leave it bruised and beaten if you’re not going to fix it.
—  please stop making me fall in love with you if you’re not even going to love me back.
ranking of capes in star wars
  1. vader’s cape – of course its the best. its vader. its black. flawless style and execution. also, theme music. ∞/10
  2. lando’s cape – daring cut and color worn by the most stylish man in the galaxy. and what a clasp. 10/10
  3. phasma’s cape – stunning. incredible. its black. its armorweave. its got a tasteful red edge. and on those shoulders!! my only complaint is that it looks a bit like a tarp up close. 9/10
  4. krennic’s cape – nothing special, but its a good solid cape in capable cape-wearing hands. 7.5/10
  5. padme’s white cape thing – i can’t tell if that’s  cape or not. half the shit she wore looked like a cape? why is she defined by her fucking outfits i hate george lucas? damn i keep looking at her tits im so fuckin gay. anyway it looks like a beach towel but other than that, a nice cape. a bit like avant-garde LL Bean fashion. 7/10
  6. the various capes of bail organa – i wish i liked these better. you’re a great man bail but i’m not such a fan of your capes. all dashingly cut, but the dull and drab military-esque colors are heartbreaking. 6.5/10
  7. dooku’s cape – plain from a distance, weird texture up close. nice clasp though. 5/10
  8. grievous’s cape – messy and uncontained, but at least it matches its owner. 4/10
  9. boba fett’s cape – terrible, like the rest of him. 1/10

honorable mention – grand admiral thrawn’s cape, lost in the abyss of the eu.

other notes – robes were not included, obviously, if it has sleeves it aint a cape

i haven’t made my own studyblr post in nearly a year…*sighs*

Well here’s an update of my study space/room if anyone is interested! the last time i posted a photo of this area, it didn’t have all those photos on the walls. But i’m really glad i have them now because every time i’m staying up super late at night trying to plow through some procrastinated homework, looking at all the different pictures makes my mood at least a little bit better :-) 

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anonymous asked:

Could you maybe show us an evolution of your drawings? (Even before this blog?) I love the fact that you are self-taught. I'm not good at drawing but I would love to give it a go, but I would appreciate some motivation by seeing your evolution (if you don't mind)? Big fan! x

Well, basically all digital art that I’ve drawn is posted on this blog, or at least on my dA account :) Although I did delete a few! So I guess I can bring them back… *cringe*

Okay so… In 2015 I got really into Harry Potter and was inspired by all those fanartists, so I tried drawing some stuff of my own. I didn’t have a tablet yet, I was just trying the waters, seeing if digital art is even something I’d be interested in. Here are Hermione and Draco’s portraits I did in mid-November 2015 (I think I was drawing with my mouse, or I might have been using a touch pen on my Asus laptop that has a touch screen, but it’s very tough to work with, not like a tablet at all, no pressure sensitivity, no precision)

Ugh the cringe…. :D

I mean if you scroll to the very bottom of my dA page you’ll find more stuff like this, if you’re interested.
But yeah, those portraits are pretty much the first digital drawings I’ve done.

Continuing with portraits, 4 months later (mid-March 2016) I did Hermione and Draco again, this time already using my graphic tablet and also using references:

Already much better! Yet, to me, still cringy :D I haven’t yet redrawin these portraits (I am planning to), but if we look at my newest portraits (from Ravenclaw set since that one’s the latest, it was completed in February 2017 which is almost a year later from the previous ones), you can see that I have improved a lot too!

They look so much cleaner, every brushstroke has much more purpose, there’s more symmetry and logic and all those things. I like how my portraits changed, not sure how others feel :)

The biggest change in my art was me starting to use references. It helps so much with getting proportions and perspective and body movements right.
And then it was just all about continuing to learn and polishing my style through practice and frequent drawing :) As I did more and more portraits, it sort of felt as though I’ve always been doing them the same way, as though my portraits look the same and no progress is done, but as you can see, during one year, the way I draw changed, or rather got a bit better and precise, so while it didn’t feel as though I’m improving as I’m drawing, when looking back, the progress is visible.

So just take your time :) Miracles won’t happen in a short period of time, especially if you don’t draw at least a couple of times a week (last year in spring-summer I drew like 5-12 drawings a week, so that totally made a difference). You will improve, I promise, but looking at other artists’ art, trying to figure out how they did it, trying out different tools, and learning from references will surely speed up the process of making progress. So yeah, I hope this helps a little :) Sorry I only showed portraits here, I just thought they’re good to show art evolution with since I drew so many of them. Good luck mate! <3

Jasper Storyboard Comparisons and Rankings

A comparison of Jasper storyboards inspired by evieisyourqueen/critically-bitter. Save two exceptions I chose boarders that provided a lot of Jasper content, at the very least a full scene’s worth. Katie and Lamar I didn’t include as they drew Amethyst disguised as Jasper. I didn’t know how heavily that influenced their drawings of Amethyst/Jasper in the episode so I didn’t include either of them. If they do board more for her or post more art of her I’ll probably update this list with them. Hillary wasn’t included as she hasn’t boarded Jasper at all, and unless I missed it or didn’t pay attention didn’t see enough art from her with Jasper to get a solid grasp on how she’d draw her.

All that said, let’s get this analysis started!

Colin Howard

I really like Colin’s Jasper! It’s fairly consistent and looks very nice. The arms are well defined and her jaw and neck look thick and powerful without seeming awkward. Said jaw is rounded but without looking too soft either. Her expressions are some of her best here, especially those smiles she gives. My favorite aspect is probably the hair though. It’s huge and fluffy, something about how Colin draws it gives it presence and feeling. All around a great Jasper.

10/10

Fun Fact- Colin also drew some of the early sketches for Jasper before her design was finalized!

Jeff Liu

While occasionally inconsistent looking, Jeff’s Jasper is still quite good. She reminds me of a Tiger a lot in this episode, fierce and intimidating. The hair seems to have less volume on the whole, but spikes up when she’s especially angry. The chin is either rounded or angular with her body a touch on the leaner side of Jaspers at times. I’m not always a fan of how he draws her mouth, but it’s a smaller complaint compared to other stuff we’ll be getting into… Another good one all said and done, if a touch inconsistent at times.

8/10

Joe Johnston

Another great Jasper! Her expressions are probably at their sharpest and most frightening here, just look at that grin! Her hair is really big here, though not in the same way as Colin’s. It really adds to her already massive size, which is always a plus. Her body type also seems to be just right here, not too small but not too thick either. The jaw looks more rectangular here compared to Colin’s rounder one. While it’s not my favorite, it’s certainly up there. 

9/10

Fun Fact- Jeff and Joe have also boarded Malachite the most so far!

Lauren Zuke

Here’s where it starts to fall flat a bit. The brief parts where Jasper is boarded by Lauren are… not great looking, to say the least. Looking at their sketches is a better indication of how their Jasper could look, but I’m still not a fan. Something about the torso feels off and the fact this is a leaner looking Jasper isn’t helping. The hair isn’t as big but certainly fluffy looking, The face has it worst here though, with the over all shape and the too big eyes making it look rather off compared to other Jaspers. At the very least it’s consistent, but it’s not helping much.

6/10

Paul Villeco

Surprise! Zuke’s Jasper isn’t my least favorite! That honor goes to the inconsistent and quite off model boarding of Paul Villeco, and my god does it show. All these are from different episodes and dear lord it’s bad. From the odd jaws and ridiculous proportions of The Return to the long neck and odd body shapes in Crack the Whip, it’s hardly ever looks good and looks ridiculous at worst. He has improved though and by Earthlings his Jasper manages to get some consistency, but it’s still a touch too lean and even the consistency falls apart once the corruption scene happens (though he also didn’t board that part entirely). It gains some points for saving itself at the end, but outside of that it’s my worst by far.

3/10

Fun Fact- Despite being my least favorite Paul Villeco actually boarded Jasper the most. Huzzah.

Raven Molisee

Now here’s a return to form! While some minor inconsistencies with the hands, hair, and teeth abound, this is still a great Jasper. A well proportioned and thick body, a strong jaw somewhere between Colin’s and Joe’s, nice looking hair on the whole and wonderful expressions, Raven’s Jasper makes me wish she drew her more on the episodes she had with her rather then Paul. All over a good Jasper, if lacking some sharpness on the whole.

8/10

Rebecca Sugar

Without a doubt my favorite Jasper. The hair looks wonderful, the right mix of volume and fluffiness. The body type is excellent, looking strong and well muscled but not leaning too far on the thick or lean side. The best part hands down has to be the expressions. While the eyes aren’t as sharp as I would prefer them Rebbeca never makes them feel too big and the range of emotions she gets on Jasper is amazing. Definitely the first person I draw from when I want to draw Jasper.

20/10

Fun Fact- In addition to never drawing Jasper with her helmet Rebecca also drew additional boards for Jasper in Chille Tid and Earthlings!

Bonus!

Amber Cragg

Amber hasn’t had a chance to board for Jasper much yet but I hope and pray she does soon. While some of the proportions look off and the hair not super consistent, Amber’s expressions are amazing on Jasper, in particular the detail on the teeth. More of Jasper’s huge canines in the art please. Now that she’s been upgraded to a storyboard artist maybe we’ll see some of her Jasper soon! Maybe? Please…?

7/10

Little Tease

Originally posted by banshy

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^ (holy fuck I could watch this gif forever)

Warnings: Daddy kink, rough sex, choking, name calling, dirty talking (a.k.a I am in heaven)

Rating: Explicit

A/N: Got this from an anon: “Daddy!Kink for Bruce? He’s trying to work and reader is prancing around in lingerie, teasing him to no end.” I have always found Bruce just daddy af, so this is my jam.


Just because Bruce Wayne, your fiance of two years, was Batman didn’t mean he couldn’t pay attention to you. You were not needy most of the time, but it has almost been two weeks since you and Bruce have had sex and you were going crazy. Yeah, Black Mask was trying to bring in huge shipments of cocaine from Mexico and Bruce was trying to track it, but that didn’t mean he should stop having sex with you.

“Bruce?” You asked, walking down the cold steps to the Batcave, only wearing a baggy sweatshirt and tiny panties. Now these weren’t just regular old panties, these were the ones that, along with the matching red lacy bra, were Bruce’s favorite. There was just a grunt of response. Working, of course. You walked down the steps and up to the computer. Bruce was still in his suit, his black hair messy, he must have just gotten in. He seemed to be reading something but you weren’t interested. “Bruce,” you whined, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You missed dinner.”

“When don’t I miss dinner?” He had a fair point. You started to try and rub his neck but the metal was getting in your way.

“Bruce take off the suit so I can rub your neck.” He didn’t even respond, just narrowed his eyes, focusing on what he was reading. “Babe,” you whined, sitting down in his lap and grabbing his face, trying in vain to get him to look at you. He didn’t. “Bruce I’m pregnant.”

“No you’re not, you haven’t missed a single period since you started your new birth control method.” You sighed, your hands falling.

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Winking

For @defiantlilsheep who requested “Draco cant wink. He can do anything and everything but he cant wink. Trust me.” …. this got a bit longer than a tiny Drabble I couldn’t help it!


When Harry had returned for his eighth year at Hogwarts he had absolutely promised himself that if a certain blonde haired pointy git who may or may not have helped save his life but was also most definitely still an arsehole happened to return he would not get himself involved no matter what.

Except, once school started he realized that he had the small matter of returning Malfoy’s wand to handle, so he had to see him. I mean sure he could’ve returned it by owl but that would just been rude. He had to do it person. He had to. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

He put it off for weeks before finally walking up to him while he was studying outside and both thanking him and apologizing for stealing his wand. And the truth was Malfoy had been so different during the exchange; solemn and pensieve and if he didn’t know better even remorseful. He had told Harry not to apologize, that he was the one who should be sorry. Harry had been so flustered he’d muttered something about studying and nearly tripped on his own feet in his haste to escape the confusing thoughts swirling through his brain and making him feel like he’d been punched in the stomach.

But still, none of that could change the fact that he was still an arse and Harry didn’t care what he did. Or at least that’s what he kept trying to tell himself. He’d always been pretty good at lying to himself, so he hoped it might work this time.

As time went on Harry realized that it was definitely not working.

He couldn’t help but be curious when twice in the same week he walked into an empty loo to find Malfoy making an odd face in the mirror. Both times the other boy had looked horrified at being caught and run away. Although Harry had no idea what exactly he’d caught Malfoy doing.

And that was a problem, because try as he might Harry didn’t like when he didn’t know what was going on. It wasn’t that he was obsessed with Malfoy as a person, he just wanted to know why he seemed so different and what exactly he was doing.

Hermione told him he was nosy and to please promise not to become obsessed with Malfoy again. Harry had promised.

The thing was, he had to admit to himself he’d never actually stopped being obsessed with Malfoy and therefore when he caught himself once again searching him out on the Mauraders Map and following him around under the invisibility cloak or ducking around dark corridors he figured he wasn’t actually breaking his promise. You couldn’t exactly start doing something again if you’d never really stopped doing it in the first place.

Harry swore he would only do it a few times, just until he figured out what the other boy was up too. The problem was he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he was doing.

Harry knew he was getting sloppy, knew he was being obvious, but by the second term he just couldn’t help himself. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch, being away from Malfoy. And the odd faces he kept catching him making in bathroom mirrors and suits of armor had gone from weird and perplexing to confusing and adorable. Which was more than a little unsettling.

Harry however, had no excuse when he caught himself trying to figure out what kind of tea Malfoy was drinking at breakfast, or what his Potions partner said that made his lips curl up in a soft smile, or what kind of books he was reading when he sat hidden in the corner of the library pretending to study potions and thought no one could see him.


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It was a bright and sunny morning. Harry had snuck out of the castle early to get a bit of flying before classes started.

The sky was so clear and the weather was just perfect for flying. Only instead of being happy to be up in the air, Harry’s only thought was of how much he wished Malfoy was up there with him, challenging him to the snitch.

It was at that exact moment that Harry realized he wasn’t obsessed with Malfoy.

He was falling in love with him. And that was definitely worse. Much worse.

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“Potter!” Malfoy yelled, grabbing the back of Harry’s robe and dragging him into a darkened alcove behind a rather rusty suit of armor.

“Oi - watch it, Malfoy.”

“Watch it? Watch it?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” He shrieked and Harry had the decency to shrink back a little bit.

“You’re the one who won’t stop watching! Everywhere I look there you are! Always skulking about and staring me and interrupting me when I’m trying to- well it doesn’t matter what I’m trying to do the point is you’re a world class nuisance like always and I can’t concentrate when you’re constantly following me around like a lost kneazle.”

Harry blinked a few times then smiled, which was clearly not what Malfoy was expecting because the look of confusion on his face was priceless.

“You find me distracting?” Harry asked curiously, smiling again when Malfoy began backing up as Harry walked forward.

“Of course you’re distracting, Potter. You bumble around noisily like the obnoxious twat you are. I don’t know how you could possibly think I hadn’t noticed you. You’re everywhere, making a nuisance of yourself.”

Harry couldn’t help but notice the way Malfoy’s fingers were curling as he talked, the sweat building on his brow, and the way his breathing was quickening. To anyone else it looked like Malfoy was angry, but Harry wasn’t anyone else. He’d spent the better part of the last few months doing nothing but watching him and this wasn’t angry this was something else entirely; it was arousal. He was sure of it.

Or pretty sure of t at least. Sure enough to take a chance.

“So then Malfoy, what exactly are you up to? If you tell me I promise to stop following you.”

“So you admit you’ve been following me!” Malfoy shouts, putting his hands on Harry’s chest and shoving him gently. But it’s not aggressive, not even a little bit, and Harry just grins mischievously.

“Are you trying to get my attention?”

Malfoy splutters. “I most certainly am not!”

“Yes you are. Admit it.”

“I was not trying to get your attention I was trying to learn to wink!”

Harry stops at that. Quirking his head to the side. “To wink?”

Malfoy looks embarrassed now, smoothing down the front of his robes and staring at his feet.

“I can’t wink. I saw you wink at that Weasley girl during the first quidditch match of the season and I figured if you could do it so could I. Except I can’t and I look like a right tosser trying! Are you happy now?!”

“I could teach you.”

“Teach me? Teach me?!” He all but shrieks starting to sound a bit hysterical.

“It’s not hard, Malfoy. I can teach you….if you want me to.”

They’re so close now Harry can see Malfoy’s pupils dialating, so close their lips would be touching if he just moved forward a bit, angling his head up.

Malfoy seems to have realized the same thing because he kicks his lips, blinking a few times before muttering “Alright fine, teach me how to blink. Let me have it, Potter.”

Harry isn’t sure what posseses him but at those words he feels some of his self control snap and he leans upwards to close the distance between them, pressing their lips together.

Draco’s lips are cold and chapped and he taste almost bitter like earl grey tea without enough sugar. He smells like fresh air and parchment and the blueberry scones the house elves had sent up for tea today. It’s new and familiar all at one and Harry doesn’t think he’s ever felt more exhilarated in his life, until Draco’s shock wears of and he’s kissing him back fiercely, pulling him closer and sliding his hands into Harry’s hair almost desperately.

Harry would be embarrassed at the whimpering moans of desperation he’s making, but Draco is making them right back so he can’t be arsed to worry about it.

Much later after the desperation has turned softer, they stand there with their foreheads pressed together, out of breath but full of hope.

“So, did you still want me to teach you how to wink?” Harry all but whispers. He’s surprised when Draco just starts to laugh.

“If you must know I was only trying to learn in order to get your attention.” He seems a bit embarrassed at his admission, but something about it warms Harry’s heart.

“I knew it! You were trying to get my attention and you were up to something.”

“God you’re an wanker, Potter,” he mumbles, reaching his hands around Harry’s body to rest just above his arse.

“Well yeah…but at least now I’m your wanker.”

“Yeah?” Draco asks, a genuine smile on his face.

“Definitely,” Harry says, and he winks at him for good measure.

Draco groans, spinning them around to switch their positions and slamming Harry back against the wall, pressing their bodies together and kissing him with such intensity Harry feels like he might faint.

Oh yes Harry thinks with pleasure as Draco’s mouth attaches itself to his neck, there will definitely be a lot more winking in his future.

My Funny Valentine

Prompt: You meet Bucky after a terrible night and he decides to be your Valentine.

A/N: a rewrite of something i did a while ago. 

Warnings: Some fluff and some smut (not a lot tho). Also swearing, but that’s kinda a given with my writing. 

Originally posted by jamesbuchananbarnesisbae

“No, no no.” You muttered under your breath, moving as quickly down the stairs in your heels as you could, “Hey!” The door burst open and you rushed towards the street.

The taxi in front of you sped off, the couple in the back giving you apologetic shrugs as they were the ones to get there first. 

“Fuck!” You yelled, the coldness of New York City nipping softly at your nose. Your voice echoed off the buildings around you, people passing by you while you had a mental breakdown. 

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so just the other day I took my two little sisters to see the new Power Rangers movie. None of us had ever actually watched Power Rangers, but I was curious (and let’s be honest, the casting? gay character? autistic character? diversity? it sounded great)

it was a great watch. as someone who grew up in the power rangers era but never had been into it, I found myself pretty invested and even felt a bit of nostalgia. my sisters really liked it too

well, we were walking back to the car after it was over and I asked my sisters what they thought and who their favorite ranger was (we all really loved Trini).

the youngest, 9 years old, said “I really liked how it looked like the girls were stronger than the boys sometimes”

“Oh? When was that?”

“During the training parts”

“And why do you like that?”

“Because it shows that girls can be better than boys too, or at least just as good as them”

see y’all

Kids notice these things. Representation is important.

a pretty good bad idea (1/?)

pairing: Trini/Kimberly (Power Rangers

words: 2097

summary: With great power comes unexpected and awkward side effects. Also: kissing lessons. (Isn’t that how the saying goes?)

a/n: Guess who saw Power Rangers and is predictable trash? Guess who loves all that trope-y cheesiness? Guess who doesn’t remember how to write, but is doing it anyways? Me me me. Anyways, I tried to bring the cheese, my friends, but I’m just not capable of writing poetry like ‘Are we Power Rangers or are we friends?’. Alas.

AO3 Link here!

WARNING for @smallandsundry : there is KISSING in this fic. (Also, no bear rangers.) Please avert your eyes.

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Stereotypical (7) gifts and a sleepover

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, implied smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: With courting comes gifts! And restraint. A lot of it. 

If you would’ve seen how Bucky beat himself up over making you doubt his motives, all doubt would’ve left your mind. When he returned home after dropping you off with a chaste, lingering kiss to your cheek and a soft bid goodnight, he rested his back against his closed front door and let his head thump back against it.

With a groan he closed his eyes, wondering how he could’ve been so damn stupid.

“Buck? What’re you doing?”

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I do love you. I still love you.
I will never tell you that, though. There’s no use. Our time is over. Telling myself this is most difficult when I see you. When you speak to me. When I see you at that bar neither of us
gave up since our break up or the corner gas station. I hate how small this town is. I love you though.

You’re still so sweet to me. You say hello, with that smile that could melt thin air. Your eyes still look at me the same. Or is it that I only still choose to look at them the same? My heart beats out of my chest, if you looked hard enough you’d see it. You say hello, then we have a short conversation. But my heart knows no boundaries. My words are homesick and miss you being their home. I love you and my heart can’t keep secrets. So when we say goodbye, there’s nothing more my heart wants than to grab your hand and tell you I love you. I miss my lips on your forehead before you’d leave. Remember that?

I can’t say I love you. But I can’t say goodbye.
So instead I cope with this by using any other three word phrase. See you later, take care now, until next time. It’s saying it, without saying it. Those three words, each word replacing the ones I wish I could still use. I’m getting better at it. I’m getting better at loving you from afar.

You looked beautiful tonight,
You were never one to wear white. You’d always wear black. At least with me. You’ve curled your hair in a way I’ve never seen before. A bit more messy, good messy. You looked so alive. I’m glad we’re both still in this small town I hate, running into each other every now and then. Because you make me feel alive too.

“Until next time.”
—  Those Three Words // a.m.g.
MONSTER 2

Jungkook thinks about the night you spent together.

Originally posted by kookie-bts

word count: 3.8k
genre: smut

Monster – one | two

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When you think about it, it’s a bit fucked up how autistic people are ALWAYS supposed to accommodate NTs’ needs and expectations, no matter what it can cost us. They want us to act like them, to be like them and if we try to do otherwise, it’s almost criminal.

Break time at work is one of those expectations. You’re supposed to share your break time with your coworkers, to talk with them, to actively participate to whatever conversation they’re into and to look like you’re actually interested. 

But, like… It’s a break. It’s supposed to allow us to rest our minds and our bodies a little bit. We’re supposed to feel better after that and to be ready to work again. But I don’t feel rested after these breaks. I’m not feeling less stressed. On the contrary, I’m anxious and tired as hell.

There are at least 3 conversations at the same time. I can’t focus on one of them, because I’m hearing all of them at the exact same volume and the voices are mixing together into an unbearable noise, barely understandable. 

I just want to move my legs, to put my hands on my ears and to stim vocally because it’s what usually help me to drown the noise.

But I can’t. Because it would be weird. Because it would shatter my Neurotypical mask. Because break time is supposed to be fun and to enhance relationships between colleagues. 

You don’t participate or you’re not doing it in the right way ? It means you’re not a Team Player and it’s bad. Like bad enough to get you fired.

Sigh… Sometimes, I just want to scream to make them stop. To enjoy a little bit of silence. I have this fantasy scene playing in my mind, over and over :

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

[gif of Chandler from the tv show “Friends”. He’s hiding behind a couch and he’s screaming at the tops of his lungs “Shut up !!! Shut up !!! Shut up !!!”]

But of course, I can’t do that. I just have to… deal with it. And to have some spoons to spare only for break time. The break time where i’m supposed to feel rested… Sigh.

You're Ok

Prompt: Mark and Ty calming Eth down when he’s really stressed/anxious. Thank you @tythaningalltheway for the prompt!!
(Ps I didn’t know if you wanted it to be more shippy or just platonic so I tried to leave it open to interpretation)

Ethan groaned in frustration. All he wanted to do was finish editing this video for his channel so he could start working on some of Mark’s videos. But his computer decided now was the best time to do automatic updates. Ethan wasn’t as pissed as he was worried. He knew he needed to get at least one of Mark’s and one of his own videos done today or else he’ll be behind on editing. Ethan was already not putting out as much content as he thought he should be. Ever since he moved out to LA, his scheduling had been fucked up. He knew the others in the house had tried to make his transition as easy as possible. And it did help some. But it didn’t help that he could only edit when at the office and that Mark made a rule that no one was allowed to edit past 9 pm. Back home, Ethan was use to editing into the early hours of the morning. That was one way how he was able to get two videos out each and every day plus work on a lot of Mark’s content. Now he could only get at least one video uploaded a day and was barely getting through Mark’s videos.

Ethan didn’t realize he was hyperventilating until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Ethan jumped as he whipped around, scaring the other person as much as he scared himself.

“Woah there buddy,” A soothing voice said.
“I need you to breathe. Can you breathe, Ethan?”

It took a minute for Ethan to realize that the voice belonged to Mark.

Ethan’s first instinct was to run. He didn’t really know why, but he felt trapped and needed to get away.
That was, until big muscular arms engulfed him and scooped him up out of his chair. Ethan looked up to see Tyler’s face looking back at him with concern. Ethan wanted to cower away.

“Hey now Ethan.” Tyler said gently.
“You’re okay. Breathe.”

Ethan was a shaking mess by the time Tyler got him to the couch. Tyler started rubbing circles on his back. Ethan almost didn’t notice Mark placing a blanket around him.
Ethan turned his head and looked at him. Mark sighed and wiped his thumb under Ethan’s eye. Ethan was suddenly aware of wetness on his face and realized he must’ve been crying.

“Do you need anything, bud?” Mark ask in a soft tone.

“Could- could I have some water please?” Ethan asked timidly.

“Yeah of course.” Mark smiled.

As Mark made his way to their kitchenette, Ethan leaned into Tyler’s side. Tyler instantly started playing with Ethan’s hair. Ethan let out a little hum and closed his eyes.

“Feeling any better?” Tyler asked.

Ethan nodded.
“A bit. Thanks.”

“Do you wanna talk about what just happened over there?”

“I uh I-” Ethan could feel the anxiety rising back up.

Ethan’s eyes darted around frantically before locking eye contact with Mark.

Mark seemed to realize what was going on, or at least that Ethan needed help, and quickly came over to the couch.

“Here’s your water.“ Mark smiled.

Ethan took it gratefully and gulped it down.

“Its getting late we should head home soon.“ Mark said, looking at his watch.

“Sounds like a good idea to me. Ethan?” Tyler looked at him for a response.

“Huh?” Ethan stopped drinking so he could hear.

“You ready to go to the house?”

“Uh…” Ethan glanced towards his computer.

“The videos can wait. Its ok, Ethan.” Mark said.

Ethan just nodded before standing up. Ethan can sense both Mark’s and Tyler’s eyes on him the entire time. He kept his head down as he went back to his desk to grab his phone.

“You ready?” Tyler placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, almost protectively.

“Yeah.” Ethan said, slightly leaning into his touch.

Tyler smiled as he led them to his car.
They piled in. Tyler driving, Mark sitting shotgun, and Ethan in the back looking out the window. Mark and Tyler almost instantly started up a conversation and only a few minutes later, they realized Ethan’s responses had faded out.
They looked back to see Ethan curled up asleep in the back seat.

“Poor kid.” Mark sighed.

Tyler just nodded in agreement.
“Should we wake him or?”

“Nah, I’ll carry him in.”

Mark got out once the car was parked and opened Ethan’s door. Mark carefully slid an arm behind Ethan’s back and an arm under his knees.
Mark carried him bridal style through the house, with Tyler opening doors for him until they made it to Ethan’s bedroom.

“Alright we should get out and let him sleep.” Tyler said from the doorway.

“I’d love to but uh…”

“But what?”

“He’s not letting go.”

Tyler looked over and saw Ethan clinging to Mark’s arm like it was a stuffed animal.
Tyler chuckled.

“Should we take him to the couch then and watch a couple of movies til he wakes up?” Mark suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.”

~time skip~

Ethan woke the next morning to find himself squished between Tyler and Mark.
The tv was left on and there was discarded plates and cups on the coffee table, which led Ethan to believe they didn’t fall asleep there on purpose.
Ethan pulled the blanket that was draped across him up to his chin before snuggling back down.
Ethan had a soft smile on his face as he drifted back to sleep.
Fragments - Part 8

Word Count: 3488

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of being roofied? 

Fragments Masterlist


“Y/N!” Donna beamed so bright her smile could light up the night sky.

You smiled and pushed your hair behind your ear. “I uh…I got your message and I thought since I was close I’d stop in…unless it’s a bad time…”

“Never a bad time for you, get in here!” She practically pulled you inside, yanking you into a bone-crushing hug. “Dean called and said you were alive, I didn’t believe him, but here you are.”

“Here I am.”

“So…wanna get blingo’d, eat a buncha junk food, and have a girl’s night?”

“God, yes.” You smiled. “I see why we’re friends.”

Donna opened her home to you and let you use her shower while she ordered all kinds of take out. She laughed it off when you told her you had no idea what foods you liked best and said she’d take good care of you. You trusted her in that regard.

You walked out of the bathroom, your hair thrown up in a messy ponytail, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Dean’s flannels you’d stolen. Donna gave you a knowing smirk as you sat down next to her on the couch, peering into one of the takeout bags. “That’s Dean’s. Smells just like ‘em.” She laughed. “You take it or did he give it to ya?”

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interestingly enough, because bismuth was introduced after the show started upping the contrast/saturation on their color palettes so much, i think an argument could be made that her palette would probably have looked different in the show’s original style of coloring as well?

so here’s an image with the colors adjusted, based off of the adjustments made to make garnet and pearl’s color schemes match their model sheets! the difference is subtle, but i do think she looks even better with her colors toned down a bit like this!

this blog is new so i doubt this will show up in the tags, but i’ll tag a few of my favorite su critical blogs in the hopes that at least someone will see this! @disappointinguniverse @critical-doc @su-criticism

Oh, please (Mark x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by jiminy-krispies

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): Lmaoooooo kill meeee

Summary: Mark plays “Playground Insults” for a video

Warnings: Swearing yo

SOME OF THESE INSULTS ARE HARD

LIKE I MEAN THAT THEY ARE ROUGH SO I’M SORRY I MEAN NONE OF THIS ON AN OFFENSIVE LEVEL

I AM WELL AWARE THAT SOME MAY HAVE CROSSED THE LINE

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“Hello, everybody! My name is Markiplier and welcome… to this weeks video.”

Mark offered to the camera a joyous point, his words freezing in midair as he halted his voice.

The camera zoomed in awkwardly on his face.

“TODAY,” the brunette continued, camera panning back out “we will be playing Playground Insults.”

“Playground Insults is a game created by the lovely men on BBC Radio One.” Mark said “If you don’t know what the game is, I highly suggest you maybe look into one of their video’s. Right here. On youtube.”

Mark’s explanation was soundly finished as Ethan popped into frame from the right of the tanned youtuber.

“Also!” Ethan said “Special guest (Y/n) is here!”

At that mention, to the left of Mark, the said girl appear in the same fashion as Ethan.

“HELLO.” She called heartedly, throwing both arms high “Greatness, has obviously arrived~”

The shorter male in the middle scoffed and looked into the camera lens. He said:

“What are you talking about? I’ve been here the whole time.”

“And that’s why no one recognizes your greatness, you’re too easy to forget.” Ethan laughed back. This triggered a series of giggles from (Y/n) as she walked back to get some chairs.

“ruDE.”

❆   ❆   ❆

Mark and Ethan sat facing one another with hard faces. Neither were smiling, nor were either of them blinking.

“Okay,” said Tyler from behind the set up camera “Ethan can start.”

The dark blue backdrop that stood in the background of Ethan and Mark’s scene gave off a sense of maturity.

“Mark, there is a good chance that you are the reason your dad got cancer.”

Mark puffed his cheeks in restraint as he held back a laugh. He cleared his throat in a small manner and looked Ethan dead in the eyes.

“You are the real superhero of youtube, Ethan- specialty is the power of disappointment.”

Ethan let loose a louder snort like laugh and had to readjust himself as Mark chuckled as well.

“Well Mark,” Ethan finally began “you looked better with glasses.”

Mark almost lost it at that dumb remark. This process went back and forth for at least three more minutes before Mark had finally, truly, lost it. Ethan had called him youtube’s personal bitch. So because of that, the blue boy won.

After that duo, Ethan faced off with Tyler.

To no one’s surprise, Tyler won. A little bit because of the fact that Mark and (Y/n) laughing behind the scenes helped crack Ethan.

Next to face off, were Markimoo and (Y/n). The latter was quite confident in herself- and her ability to roast effectively.

“Alright so, since Mark lost against Ethan, he can serve first this time.” Came Tyler’s voice as he consciously readjusted the camera. Mark rolled his neck.

“(Y/n), you remind me of why I didn’t vote for Trump.”

(Y/n) pushed out an alarming short noise of amusement, covering her mouth quickly while Mark’s face remained cool.

“You know, sometimes I feel like saving that insanely annoying dog from your vocal chords.” was the girls comeback. It made Mark stutter an unsteady laugh.

Mark asked “Where do you… keep your diamond play button?”

(Y/n) inhaled sharply but was quick to return.

“If you ever look down and wonder why you have such a small dick, remember three quarters of it is shoved into your personality.”

Mark opened his mouth to say something back but promptly closed it again. He shook his head hardly- allowing a shallow smile to creep onto his lips. (Y/n) started to spit a laugh.

The brunette though, wasn’t quite done yet.

“You’re right. At least the other quarter is in your mouth at night.”

(Y/n)’s laugh hitched high. She sat silently laughing for several seconds before breathing in and regaining herself.

“At this point… if I ever wanted to go skydiving, I could jump from your arrogance to your youtube video standards.” she shot back, crossing her legs and folding her hands in a petty manner. She broke a little and giggled inwardly at her own joke.

Mark was sat pushing out several broken laughs before saying desperately:

“If I was trapped in your body for a day, the first thing I would do, is pay you a favour and get plastic surgery.”

(Y/n) smiled warmly and said back:

“If I was trapped in your body for a day, the first thing I would do is play with my boobs.”

That was it. That set Mark tumbling off the edge.

He laughed long and hard and so did (Y/n); his girlfriend praising herself for her perfect remarks.

“Ah- ah, you win!” Mark breathed, gripping (Y/n)’s palm in a handshake. She shook back and stood up with her boyfriend.

Mark reassured the girl with “I didn’t mean any of those, darling, I love you too much to say anything even close to harsh.”

“I meant everyone of those, sweet pea.” She commented in response, straightening her shirt.

Mark’s face flushed in surprise for about two seconds before realizing (Y/n) didn’t mean it. He laughed once more and said cutely.

“Shut up, you love me.”

(Y/n) smiled at him.

“I guess I kinda’ have to.”

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(A/n): lmao a lot of these were insults I used in actual conversations

I also think if you want to be successful in “sugaring” it’s good to have a bit of sex work background (escorting, stripping, camming and so on) or at least not be whorephobic. So many girls are so whorephobic and just don’t want to ask for things (money, gift etc) because they don’t want to be seen as prostitutes and these men are totally playing along (trust me these guys don’t care wether you’re a whore or not most of the online crowd are escort rejects or are looking for one at a discounted price). Some of y'all need to get over themselves and stop thinking you’re better than sex workers.
Plus men with actually money aren’t going to be on SA, sorry to break it down to you.

Freestyling is hard and scary but it’s also much more lucrative. And I think “sugaring” is a mindset (hate the word sugaring btw haha), it’s a lifestyle: you have to choose to ONLY date men of a certain calibre (aka wealthy), set your expectations: you want to be taking care of, wether it’s with money and gifts or whatever you need. You’ve got to be ready and look the part at anytime of the day (walking your dog, at the grocery store etc), go where the wealthy hangout (bars, restaurants, stores, gyms, cafés, the list goes on) to catch a sponsor.

For example I decided to be (what men who can’t afford me qualify as) a HIGH MAINTENANCE HOE. I’m not talking, not hanging out, not breathing with any man who isn’t FINANCING me period. When I started I was the dumb and naive girl who was too scared to mention an allowance before end and would wasted so many hours on lunches and dinners for NOTHING. Your company is WORTH something, not even talking about SEX (y'all need to realise that some of us escorts even offer diner and lunch dates and other social outings, just not for free ;) ). If you don’t talk money, we aren’t talking at all. And men are NEVER afraid to ask for what they want (sex, nudes, flood you with messages etc) CLOSE MOUTHS DON’T GET FED. I’ll be subtile and finess these guys for sure but I’m sure in hell not going to give them any attention if I’m not getting anything from them. Can you imagine spending thousands on your hair, make up, clothes just for a free diner and to gass up some random man’s ego (young, old,hot fat, idc)? And go home with nada, not even taxi money? Haha not today, it’s 2017: WAKE UP.


And also get OFFLINE and go places where you’ll find actual wealthy and worthy men. It’s easier said than done but if you want that cash you’ve got to get out of your confort zone and put in the work.

Don’t get me wrong, you can make a bit of money online but your chances are slim and you might as well put on an escorting ad somewhere or stick to p4p, the rest is just a waste of time. Some escort and stripper clients will become regulars than sponsors for example so stop looking down on us thank you ;)

Being a SB, kept woman, trophy wife, what have you, is a state of mind, a concept, un art de vivre. Either you’re about that life and can make gold, or you’re just not cut out for it and you’ll still face the same struggles (which is fine btw no shades). Are you willing to put in the work?