A very long overdue post!! My last black pens post was more than a year old! Anyway, all pens were bought here in Brazil (unless stated otherwise) at local stationery shops (I don’t buy online).
1. Gel ink pens:
Pros: they write very smoothly, the ink is really opaque
Cons: they might smudge (although it almost never happens to me) because they dry a little bit slower than a ballpoint pen
Pilot G-2 0.38 - This is currently my favorite pen. It has not disappointed me so far: it takes a good while for the ink to end, it’s very smooth to write and it has a comfortable grip. I bought this one at Target (USA).
Pentel Tradio 05 - My second favorite. Again, it is smooth, the ink lasts for a long time and it is really opaque. I don’t use it all that often because I find it a bit too thick, since my handwriting is small. However, it is my go to when writing bigger or on thicker paper.
Cis Gelyx 05 - Wouldn’t recommend this one 100%, but it works fine. What I don’t like about this pen is that the ink ends really quickly. Also, the cap is missing in the picture!
Muji Gel Ink - I was a bit disappointed with it, because the tip got loose and the ink leaked out. Although I was able to fix it by screwing the end tighter, I wouldn’t really recommend it to most people, since there are better alternatives available. I bought this one at the Muji store in London.
2. Nankin ink pens:
Pros: the ink is really opaque (nankin pens are usually used by artists) and there are a lot of tip sizes available
Cons: they might not be as comfortable to write in, the ink doesn’t look so dark on the paper (usually more of a dark grey)
Staedtler Pigment Liner 0.1 - I used to use it in my old bullet journal, and I really liked it. The ink doesn’t end very quickly and it has a constant flow.
There are, however, 3 main brands that I’ve seen selling this kind of pen: Staedtler, Unipin and Sakura. As of quality, my opinion is: Staedtler = Unipin > Sakura. As of price, they usually are: Staedtler > Unipin > Sakura.
3. Hydrographic pens:
Pros: they are the easiest ones to find and the ink is opaque and has a constant flow
Cons: the ink doesnt’t look so dark on the paper, they might be too thick for some people
Papermate Flair UF - this one works fine for me, although it is a bit too thick, so I only used it when writing in thicker paper. I haven’t used it recently because lately I have been preferring gel ink pens.
Stabilo Point 88 - it’s not in the picture, but I have owned it previously. It bleeds through the paper more and the tip might break, but it works fine enough (again, I didn’t like it so much because it was too thick for me).
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For those who keep on asking about what I recommend, here are my favorite smuts! I’ll update this as I read more, but these are definitely the ones that make my insides twist and raise my brows- AKA my favorite ones. Keep in mind I totally love a lot of the other works by these writers but these are my absolute favorites. Enjoy the list!
This fic by Dee is my favorite work by her by far, the pure filth and cumplay being absolutely riveting. Dee does an outstanding job as always, and in this story featuring Jungkook and Taehyung, it’s no exception. Definitely something to recommend if you’re into pure filth, cumplay, and dirty talking. No romance involved. After all, it’s just business.
One of the first smut works I read on Tumblr, and it didn’t fail to impress me. The events are certainly unexpected, and it does play in with the fear some may have for fetishes or kinks they might be ashamed of, which I think this fic does a great job of portraying, especially in making Yoongi’s- and everyone else’s- personalities so flawed and real. It truly tests trust, and does an excelent job at diving deeper than pure filth. The angst is definitely something this fic does outstanding on.
Not enough words can be used for her brilliance, but this fic most definitely had my eyebrows raised and my jaw dropping as I read this. Typically Namjoon fics have him as excellent Daddy material, but seeing this new side to him was refreshing in so many possible ways. I was murmuring ‘oh shi’t repeatedly at this absolutely genius smut.
Definitely one of the sequels I’m most looking forward to by the queen of rough sex, and fellow name twin, she does a great job at showing how both parties’ get off on acts that others would be perhaps horrified by, and my brows were practically disappearing into my hairline as I read this. The aggressive and almost terrifying nature of Jungkook’s dominance, with the slight violence that would make some think of actual abuse, did a great job with pushing the boundries of the norms in smut, since usually they don’t cross this line, and Emily absolutely mastered it. It awakened something in me that I would’ve never found pleasureable or enticing until I read it, and I haven’t looked back since, admittedly. Easily something that makes my cheeks glow red simply thinking back to it.
The rough sex queen is back at it again, and another one of her Jungkook fics completely enticed me in a way that was so simple, and yet utterly filthy at the same time. Easily one of my favorite series yet, and the amount of pure filth in this definitelyhas me awestruck. It’s hard trying to switch back to thinking of Jungkook in a light different than dominant, especially after reading this. She definitely earned her two fic spots on this list.
I’ll admit, I wasn’t really a big fan of werewolves or that concept. I thought it was overused and the typical Twilight shit. Until I read this. And let me tell you, my world flipped. Never before have I been so obsessed with wolf!au, but how she writes her archnemesis, Jungkook, (yeah, she hates Jungkook, but fuck she’s good at writing him) had me absolutely mindblown and transfixed. Lu, you’re doing amazing sweetie.
This really made me love the best friend aus, and the angst is real. Jungkook screws up, but I like how human she makes the characters, and this is one of those rare fanfictions where I did feel a bit of emotion. An outstanding job done by Tay! Definitely one of my favorite works by her!
One of my favorite pieces from the Moonbin loving writer. I can appreciate a good bad boy cliche once in a while, and this one is definitely a great work that I remember her for. Cockiness might not be the best trait, but damn can it be sexy when pulled off the right way. Alyssa does a great job with this, and her works are truly beautiful.
That’s all I have to recommend for now, but those are my top favorites so far!
This is by far one of my favorite photos I’ve ever taken of letlive. Last night was also definitely one of the best shows I’ve been to. Got a ton of great photos and got to see a lot of people that I love. misterjasonaalon is also one of my favorite people to photograph, so I might be a little biased.
/noun/ the peace of being indoors during a thunderstorm
Summary: Bookstores have always lured you in with the promise of the quiet, the serene, and, most recently, him. Pairing: Jimin | Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2,644 Author’s Note: This story was on one of my old Tumblr writing accounts that I just deleted, but it was one of my favorite stories and didn’t want it to collect dust in my drive.
You’ve always had an endless fascination with books and novels of various different shapes, sizes, and lengths. The way someone could paint an entirely different world with the mixture of just 26 letters, whisk the mind away from reality, stir emotions inside someone—emotions of laughter or sadness or one of complete contentment. The influence a simple novel could have on a person’s viewpoint has always fascinated you.
During your younger years, you would find yourself trekking to the nearest bookstore, if only to simply run your fingers along the spines of all the latest releases. You would open a random novel, just to skim the first sentence, allowing the words of a complete stranger to fill you with familiarity.
Not much has changed in the years following your childhood. Something about corner bookstores have always lured you with the promise of peace and quiet, an escape from the harsh reality you occupied yourself with. You constantly looked forward to the days you could run away and hide within the shelves of the shop, no matter rain or shine, sleet or snow, 30 pages of homework to get done during the night, you always made an effort to visit at least once or twice a week as soon as you entered college.
Today is no exception to the rule. With midterms rapidly approaching, you’re already drowning in papers, projects, and upcoming tests, the stress practically eating you alive. But still, instead of returning to your apartment, you find yourself turning down the familiar sidewalk in the opposite direction. The rain overhead is steadily pouring down today, serving as little warning bells that perhaps making the trip to the bookstore might not be the best option.
Judging from the gray clouds, it’s clear that the weather has other plans for the remainder of the day—the lightning that suddenly shoots across the sky is a clear indication of that—but you find yourself not minding much. The heels of your boots clash gently against the sidewalk, your hair curling slightly as the water comes in contact with it, but all those worries and annoyances dissipate off your skin like steam as the familiar shop comes into view. With the lights on inside, the place looks like a beacon of hope, allowing the smile to spread itself across your face as you quicken your pace to shoulder open the door.
The bell rings overhead as you gently shut the door close, running your hand through your hair quickly to rid some of the water trapped in your locks. After exchanging a smile with the familiar cashier at the counter, you make your way deeper in the store. Like usual, there isn’t anything in particular you’re seeking, but just being surrounded by text, aisles and aisles of hardcovers and paperbacks fills you with comfort.
You’re just starting the turn into contemporary novels, when one particular black, hardcover spine catches your attention, causing you to stop dead in your tracks, eyes widening with recognition as you distinctly remember this particular novel being one of the very few you’ve wanted in your own personal collection of books: John Green’s Looking For Alaska.
Your lips curl up into a smile, momentarily unfazed by the fact that the book had been placed on the highest shelf, towering a few inches above you, even as you stand on your tippy toes, even as your fingers barely manage to graze the book you want. It takes five times before you plant both feet firmly back on the ground with a gentle huff, considering the next movement to grab the book.
You’re just about to consider getting a running start between the two shelves, before a slightly amused voice cuts in through your concentration: “Need some help?”
I must ask this question... Have you ever felt like giving up on the comic?
Actually this is really funny because this is one of our inside jokes. Before we had Anna helping us with grammar/spelling, we usually spotted mistakes (and they were pretty big ones!) after posting a pageset. Which did cause some distress and a rush to fix it before it got too many reblogs with the mistakes on it. Our reactions were like this:
After the first two or so times, we started screaming “That’s it, we’re deleting the blog. I quit!” And it just became our joke for every time we made a big mistake.
We’ve had other inside jokes. But this one is probably my favorite just because of how stupidly dramatic we made it out to be.
((if you see a mistake on an old reblog, check the originals first. It might be one of those mistakes that weren’t found until it was far too late… but we fixed it anyway.))
But to answer your question, we never seriously considered quitting the comic. We want to see our stories through to the end. Or where ever we decide the end is!
um. So!! This was one of my favorite moments from @therealjacksepticeye‘s play through of Night In the Woods! I really, really love this game so far and I’m really glad he decided to play it or else I might not’ve ever heard about it! And that would suck! Because this game is really cool!!
I strongly recommend watching his playthrough here! The moment I based this lil illustration takes place here, (but like why just look at that when you can watch all of it lol). This episode in general really just got me in the heartstrings, between this ~magical~ moment and the one with Gregg later on… Idk, this game just has so many angles and discusses so many really important topics in a way that really just– ah, I just really love it lol. also the artstyle and music are freaking amazing aaaah
short story shorter, this game is amazing and I love it take my trash art and be happy haha
Anonymous said: Hi for the destiel prompts-please fix what the SPN writers broke. Maybe a reunion of the boys because obviously Cas definitely isn’t and can’t be actually dead
Sam had to drag him away from Cas’s body that night, after he’d finished doing whatever it was he was doing with that the Devil Baby inside of the house. Dean couldn’t bring himself to care.
Instead, he knelt by his body and looked up at the stars, still numb inside and unsure of what to do.
Cas, he thought desperately, to the night’s sky. Cas, buddy, are you out there?
Where did angels go when they died? Cas couldn’t possibly have just…ceased to exist, could he? The thought made Dean feel hollow.
Thin cracks had formed in his heart, ones only Cas would have been able to heal. But Cas wasn’t here anymore, was he? Cas might never be here again, an eternity of possibilities cut short with the cruel stab of a knife.
He’d died, and Dean never even got the chance to tell him he loved him back.
Dean took his hand, already limp and cold, in his own.
“Cas, buddy, please wake up,” he pleaded, beyond logic at this point. “C’mon, you gotta wake up now, y’hear? We need you here, Cas. I need you.”
But Cas remained quiet and still, so still, a vacant husk with nothing inside. The wings emblazoned on the ground were confirmation stamps of his demise.
Dean sobbed, holding the hand to his face. “Please, baby, I need you,” he whispered. “I need you.”
He stayed like that for a solid half hour before Sam came outside. “Nephilim’s gone,” he told Dean gently, still kneeling, unresponsive, over Cas’s corpse. “I’m not sure where he went.”
Dean made no indication he had heard.
“Dean,” Sam sighed, putting a delicate hand on his shoulder. “It’s no use. He’s gone. Maybe Chuck’ll bring him back sooner or later, but for now -”
“I ain’t leaving him,” Dean snapped suddenly, head whipping harshly in Sam’s direction. “I’m not.”
Sam held up his hands in capitulation. “Okay. Okay, you don’t have to. Just…come inside, alright? I’ll take care of…” Somehow, ‘the body’ sounded too callous, so he just trailed off.
It was another fifteen minutes before Dean followed him, wordless and broken, into the house.
Moments later, Chuck appeared, standing over Castiel’s corpse with his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, Cas,” he sighed, scratching his salt-and-pepper hair. “You went and did it again, didn’t you? Always willing to bleed for the Winchesters, never once thinking of yourself.”
He sighed, stooping down beside his son’s lifeless body.
“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you last time,” he continued. “So much was going on, and there was just…so much to say, I didn’t know where to begin.”
He looked around, as though concerned he might have an audience.
“You always were my favorite, Cas,” he conceded. “I know what the others say, but you didn’t come off the line with a crack in your chassis. Contrary to popular belief, I very rarely make mistakes with my creations. I made you this way on purpose, and so far it’s worked out: you’re the only one who ever loved humanity, really loved them, with all your heart and soul.”
He extended a hand, fingertips brushing lightly over the top of Castiel’s dark hair.
“And that’s why I’ll always keep bringing you back, Cas,” he sighed. “Even if it is a pain in the ass.”
Particles of blue light – angel’s grace – materialized above him, tall as a Chrysler building. Though it would have been imperceptible to the average human eye, this was Castiel’s true form.
It filtered into the slits of his eyes and half-open mouth, re-integrating with his human form. Vessel didn’t seem appropriate anymore: Castiel had been the only one inhabiting this body for far too long.
Like the Creation of Adam, Chuck breathed life back into Castiel.
The Winchesters, startled by the incursion of light pouring through the windows of the house, ran out just in time to see it, cow-eyed and baffled as anyone who’d just witnessed a miracle should be:
Castiel’s eyes burst open, still blue with grace as he gasped in air, scooting back onto his elbows as he frantically, confusedly, looked around. But otherwise, he was completely unharmed: Chuck had even gone to the trouble of fixing his wings.
He turned to face the baffled Sam and Dean, Dean in particular still staring at Cas as though he was a dream that might vanish at any moment.
“It’s a gift, Dean,” Chuck announced, deadpan and a tad disgruntled. “You keep those.”
Some more From Eden? Maybe a light chapter - big Hollywood movie star comes for dinner and meets Clarke’s parents?
“Are you sure about this?”
“No, but I think it’s a bit late for second guessing.”
The highway lazily curved and bent through the trees, half trailing the edge of ocean on one side. The water was calm and still, the Atlantic not particularly interested in waking from its summer nap despite how late into the evening it was getting. From time to time, a house would appear, interjecting itself into the woods, a long driveway seen snaking up and disappearing. It was entirely foreign and new to the actress, and so despite her girlfriend’s worry, she was excited.
I really liked the glossy lips and shiny, shiny hair. The episodes where the animation reached its full potential, like that one with Neo Queen Serenity and the Art Nouveau styled fantasy, in S2, /God/-- a thing of beauty! The way she ran with the hem of her dress. Beautiful!!
Yes, I’m here for this :) Anytime we get insane details (s1-3,) @crystalbehindthescenes correct me if I’m wrong, but it’s usually Keiko Iwata serving us her magic. Which is the reason she’s one of my Top 3 animators of Sailor Moon Crystal. Season 2 is my favorite as far as beautiful details go (so far,) although I have a feeling this upcoming movie might blow me out of the water.
some of my personal favorite Yoonmin fics i gathered from the past few months.I might be doing a few more of these,depends ;D,but warning that nearly all of these have smut in them so please read at your own risk~ these either:
A) Really killed me B) Made me start squealing and emotional af C) Both of the above
You Spin Me Like A Record,Baby by yah94 (Rated M) This fanfiction isn’t very well known yet,it also isn’t completed (it has only one chapter so far,and unfortunately is on Hiatus.But i swear this chapter made me feel so,so happy! I really recommend~!!)
My first ever sticker is available on Redbubble! Starting off with a cute starry Aisha to kick off my new account. Figuring I might as well start with my favorite pet to draw and work my way around like that. So far it is only available as a sticker but I will be working to get it up as other products as well!
What if the human on the lost light attracted multiple yanderes? Can you imagine Rodds or Drift fighting over them or maybe even Skids and Swerve?
Why yes. Yes I can… ;)
We’ve already talked about what yandere Skids and Swerve would look like, so I imagine the two of them fighting over their mutual object of affection would be less confrontational, and more subtly manipulative. Skids is a shy, awkward vent creeper, pining over your beauty from afar, and Swerve is an affection starved loner, so there’s no way they would actually directly fight each other over you. Instead they both up their game 5000%. Each one trying to outdo the other in terms of courtship, whether it be forcing you to sit through inviting you over for an all night movie marathon, or leaving even more flowery and borderline erotic poetry in your habsuite without your knowledge.
Rodimus and Drift is another matter entirely…
Rodimus is like the baby yandere. The kind that doesn’t even realize he’s a yandere until he starts obsessing 24/7. He uses his position as captain to get you to spend time with him or vice versa. He’ll clear your schedule and assign you to some meaningless, simple task on the bridge just so he can spend some one on one time with you. Also, if he catches anyone showing a particular interest in you, they suddenly find themselves with a crushing workload clearing out the lower decks, far away from where you are.
Drift is a bit different. He’s suave. He’s subtle. He pays you pretty compliments all the time and genuinely acts very pleasant around you. On the surface he seems like the perfect gentlemech, but on the inside he’s like a black hole of obsessive lust. He has a shrine dedicated to you in his habsuite filled with stolen items of yours that he uses to try to complete the perfect love spell.
When the two of them fight over you it’s all strained smiles and poisonous glares and thinly veiled threats. It’s almost like a game to them, with you as the prize. “I’d advice you to concede captain. Your time is better suited to working towards something that you can actually accomplish. Like steering us off course yet again, for example.” “Drift, if you have a problem with my methods, I have no qualms about kicking you off the ship again.”