this took way more time than it should

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[“That sure was.. something..”]

au where keith is a famous korean figure skater and he’s been losing competitions because his performances “lack emotion”
but then his idol, japanese figure skater takashi shirogane, comes to korea to be his coach. 

after a few weeks of training with shiro, keith’s routines start to become passionate and emotional. 

it’s obvious what keith’s feelings are and who their for when he performs (especially since keith always looks at shiro when he skates, not to mention they’re both way too open with their pda)

yoi au

my advice for young incoming college students: it is way more important to do what you love and be ok than to be rich and do something you hate. as someone who used to be obsessed with being financially successful, i majored in a field i really did not like, and it took me 2.5 years to realize i should’ve just been studying what i wanted to study this whole time and now i have to start over. my aunt majored in finance, worked on wall street for five years, and then dropped everything to go to culinary school. my friend’s mom went back to school recently to become a yoga instructor. most people end up doing what they want to do anyway and it’s better to start down that path from the beginning than to sort it out during a mid-life crisis. either way, there is always potential to be wealthy in any field if you have the right drive, and that drives comes from passion 👊🏻

vicious-sunshine  asked:

More and azriel apartment buddies, always thought each other were cure and they discover each other on the fire escape one night and now they smoke like a couple of cuties out there

A/N: SO.  This took long because I got way too invested and decided to make it one of those tropey 4+1 things?  But I’m pretty happy with how it came out so hopefully you like it @vicious-sunshine :)

4 times Mor and Azriel are neighbors with convenient excuses, and one time they aren’t

(Idk if that will make sense to anyone else but I’ve never done a 4+1 thing before so….)


Strangers

~First~

Mor slumps into the blessedly cool lobby of her apartment building, sweating more than any person should be allowed to and strides toward the rows of mailboxes hung along the far wall. 

Swiping at her heat flushed forehead, she filters through the junk mail and a few alumni letters for someone named Azriel - one of these days she was going to lay in wait for that postman and enlighten him on a little thing called addresses and the names that correspond to them.

Moving to slap the envelopes on top of the mailboxes as usual, Mor pauses, eyeing the address - next door - and sighs.  If her mail were constantly getting mixed up she’d hate to have to go to the front desk every time. 

The elevator arrives soon enough and Mor rides up to her cozy sixth floor apartment, stopping one door short of her own and bending to stick her neighbor’s mail beneath the door. 

Nearly toppling over as the wooden door is pulled open rather quickly, Mor stumbles but remains on her feet, glancing up to find a chiseled and emotionless face gazing at her, completely unreadable aside from the slight twitch at his jaw.

“Don’t laugh at a do-gooder neighbor.”

The corner of his lips tick up at that, “I don’t jump to conclusions.  For all I know you stole my mail and had second thoughts.”

Mor pushes up from her crouch with agility, straightening her loose fitting tank as she smirked, “Right.  Because that’s the most plausible explanation.”

Both pause, too busy drinking in the other to notice the twin hungry looks that flash through each other’s eyes.

Recovering herself first, Mor fiddles with the envelopes in her hand before extending them across the gap between them, “Well- I guess I’ll just be off then.”

For a second, her breath caught when his shoulders seemed to slump in disappointment, but it was gone before she could be sure, and he accepted the letters, firm expression back in place.

Waving a quick farewell, Mor turned toward her own door, when Azriel spoke softly, “I don’t know your name, and I assume you know mine.”

She smiled, “Seems unfair, eh?”

He nodded, eyes crinkling.

Mor bit her lip for a moment, unlocking her door expertly, before looking back at him, “Too bad life’s unfair, Az.”

And with a wink she disappeared behind the door, and Azriel fell against the hallway wall with a thud, finally allowing the smile he’d been fighting to spread across his face.  Well I’m screwed.

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When Christian Bale took over as a Batman more likely to break a guy’s neck than bust out a can of Shark Repellent, West again chimed in that he should be in the movie, but as Batman’s father. Comic book connoisseurs might notice one tiny problem with this idea: Dr. Thomas Wayne took that fatal alley shortcut way before he got to be West’s age. In West’s proposed version, though, he’d still be alive … and he’d be Batman, too.

West suggested that “The older Batman comes out of the woodwork, when times get really tough … maybe [gives Bruce] a few tips here and there …” Frighteningly, there are comic book precedents for Batman’s old man putting on a pointy-eared cowl, whether in the past or in alternate timelines. Something tells us West’s remarks are less about respecting continuity and more about having trouble letting go of his most (only) famous character, though.

Even recently, West suggested he could be in Batman V. Superman, again as Bruce Wayne’s zombie father / spare Batman. He would come back “one dark and stormy lightning-riven night through a library window. Bruce Wayne is there thinking, ‘I’ll never solve this. This is the most difficult thing in my life.’ In comes old dad, like a bat, almost.” Which, come to think of it, still wouldn’t be the dumbest thing in that movie.

6 Hilariously Bad Ideas Actors Had For Iconic Roles

Tabimatsu: Saga Story 2

EP 002: Kokoro ga SHIBERIA / 心がシベリア
EP 002: My Heart is Siberia

translating all of kara’s lines in this skit took way longer than it should’ve and I know I always say that he’s making less and less sense the more I do these skits but no, I seriously mean that this time because even for him, this is too much.

it really is no wonder that his brothers are ignoring him in this one again I am so disgusted with this terrible man

Karamatsu: Boys. Will you go with me to the underworld? It would be nice if we could get a taste of the darkness in a different parallel universe rather than stay in the rotten-smelling modern society.

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Reactions after all chocolates

So, once you give everyone all chocolates, you get this:

He is happy you gave him 9 hearts. 

He is happy he did not lose to Nevra.

5 hearts is all it took for him to give you a legendary animal. No need to show off with clothes. Is low-key happy he was last because that way his present had more impact than the others.

He is happy he got 9 hearts, gave away see-through clothes but is also annoyed at the same time because the other guys got hearts from you as well.
Doesn’t know if he should brag about it or be jealous about it.


At least Nevra has a normal smile in the bar picture.

I understand Alec has been through shit, and I’m not trying to take that away, but Magnus breaks my freaking heart. I need him to know he’s loved for who he is, not what he can do for someone. I want him to wake up to Alec cooking him breakfast, regardless of the fact that he’s being hounded by calls from the Institute, because Magnus had a particularly rough client the day before, and he forgets to take care of himself the way he should be taken care of. Like, yes, Magnus can snap his fingers and have anything he wants at his fingertips, but these slightly overcooked eggs (and let’s be real, lightwoods aren’t the best cooks) are better than anything he can summon up because someone took the time to make them for him, and that nourishes him more than anything he can possibly eat. I want Magnus to be startled by fingers wrapping around his forearm because he was so engrossed in a translation or research that he didn’t see Alec staring at him from across the room, completely in awe as he watches Magnus in his element, fingers unconsciously moving as his body begins to stir with the anticipation of releasing the magic moving within his veins, but he feels it in the way Alec kisses him. I want that shallow swallow, the hitch in the base of his throat, when Alec stands up to his mother in front of a crowded room because she makes a backhanded comment towards the warlock, because Magnus is so much more than that, but he’s not used to hearing that from someone else, someone he loves as much as he loves Alec. And we all know how salty and biting Alec can be, but Magnus isn’t sure how to handle the feeling in the pit of his stomach when Alec challenges his own family to stick up for him. I want Magnus to feel valued and respected and valid because he’s so, so pure and sweet and it’s more than time.

sharp dressed man lady

anonymous asked:

This might be something you get a lot, so I'm sorry! But I feel really bad about my own chibi style because when I first was learning how to draw chibi, I was learning it from your works. So now my style looks really really similar to yours and I'm really afraid that it's too similar. I feel really guilty because unlike you, which you probably spent a very long time developing, people might accuse me of copying, though I just took a lot of inspiration from you. So what should I do to fix this?

just continue practicing by developing your own unique style then, add aspects to it that are unique to you and different. maybe use a sketchy lineart, or bright colors, or the opposite; a simple lineart with muted pastel colors, etc. draw the eyes in a different, funky way, maybe draw in a blocky way rather than rounded. these are just a couple of things that make up a style, there’s countless more and its up to you to test different things out.

everyone at some point ends up with stuff similar to another artist, which is why its often a lot better to study from life when learning how to draw and then apply those things your own way, rather than studying another artists work and replicating it from there, if you know what i mean! i saw a post one time about this; it said to imagine that you were in a classroom and everyone is sat around a table. in the center of the table is a vase and the instructions are the draw the vase how you see it. everyone draws the vase by looking at it constantly for reference, everyone except one person who instead of looking at the physical vase, is looking at the person next to them’s drawing of it, therefore also picking up mistakes and things you mightve drawn differently if you looked at the reference itself 

 its totally ok to get inspiration from other artists, i do that all the time, but if you really want to have a unique style thats onto you to develop it so, and that just happens with time and effort

It took me some time to see that not everyone will stay. But not everyone is supposed to.. And it’s not always because of you. it’s more than often - because of them. But that’s okay because.. not everyone is meant for you. When we involve ourselves with people, its inevitable to risk our heart - knowing theres a possibility that it may get broken or misused.. but the beauty in life is.. sometimes we take that chance and everything works out the way we hoped it would.. or we learn that it worked out the way that it should. It’s okay to involve yourself in a relationship and have absolutely no expectations - because regardless of where it may go… you’ll still grow. Not everyone you lose is technically a loss.. more than often it’s a blessing in disguise. It’s up to us to change our attitudes and perception of things in order to see the situation for what its really worth. Sometimes we have to step outside of our heart.. and focus on the true meaning of it all. Sometimes we rush people into things and sometimes we, ourself, put ourselves in situations we aren’t a thousand percent sure of or ready for. Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will ALWAYS be yours. In the mean time.. Work on yourself. Learn yourself. Figure out what you do and do not want from a partner and/or relationship.. so if ever - they do come back.. you know that you’re not the kind of person who deserves to be put on layaway.. you’re not the kind of person who deserves to wait.. you’re not the kind of person who deserves to commit just to be left abandoned.. and if you aren’t ready or aren’t sure.. they deserve to wait on you to make sure that this is what you want.. and if you decide this isn’t what you want after all.. close the door behind you. Someone better will come knocking sooner than later. Be patient.
—  Reyna Biddy

anonymous asked:

Top 10 photos of alex?

Ok this was even more difficult than I thought it would be because I’m incredibly indecisive and there are just SO many photos to choose from. This is why it took me this long to put this together, I apologize.

I’m gonna start with an honourable mention for this amazing photo of him and Miles because it’s one of my all-time favourite photos. Look how happy they are their smiles are just everything!

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First Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p96PcnvFYe0&t=2s

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASP! OAO I did it!

Yep! I told you there would be more just took longer than it should’ve due to some time constraints. I started animating bits of this video way back in July of 2016. Why the long wait? Well, since July, many things have happened from family events to some rather killer school semesters between August and now.

But, I don’t count the days I don’t work on videos as how long it took to make videos. In actuality, between all the dead days, this only took 19 days to make. Only 1 day difference from the first one. And way more breaks for this one in comparison to the first one. (Like I said, killer school semesters. They ate away at my time so I just didn’t have time to sit down and just animate.)

So, we made it. The second installment of the Rough Animations. I want to make it clear this is not a series nor is Survive the Shadows being entirely adapted into this format. It will just be moments. The first chapter was just special that it got two videos devoted to it. After this, we will be jumping around a bit and well, there will be other stuff too.

Also, to add, this maybe the last rough animation format. I only say maybe since my muse is weird. But just expect some future videos to be done in an actual storyboard format. Just giving a warning. I’m not saying there won’t be more, I’m saying they will be done differently.

Anywhosen, thanks for the patience everyone and a HUGE thanks to my voice actors for doing the work we have in this video. Your contribution is highly appreciated and I swear these videos wouldn’t be the same without you.

One last thing on the whole gaps between production days. You’ll probably notice this video kind of shifts in quality/style through out it. The gaps are that reason because during those gaps I was learning new stuff or was starting to draw some of the characters differently so… that’s why there is some inconsistenties in how Wilson is drawn and what not.

And that’s it from me. Hope you enjoyed, and I’ll see you next video.

Oh, and reminder for this, this is a rough animation/story board kind of format. Meaning this will not be cleaned or fully animated like a full production video. This was meant for storyboarding practice so what you see is what you get.

The Wrong Words

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader

Words: 648
Warnings: none I think

Request: Requested by anonymous: Could you do 411 and 415 angst with Philip that ends all fluffy please?

Prompts:  “Do you want me to leave?” “What did you say?”

This was one of the rare times you and Philip fought.  You were yelling, and talking over each other. You never said anything too harsh, but this one of the rare times you screwed up.

“You’re just like your father!” You stopped, placing a hand over your mouth.

“What did you say?” Philip stared at you, anger flooding through him.

“I-” You tried to explain, but quickly got cut off.

“I think you should go.” His voice was blunt, and emotionless. Despite that, you could still hear the pain, and it hurt you more than anything.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t.” You took a step back, recoiling from the cold glare he sent your way. With a few more steps, you left the room. You fled from the Hamilton’s home, into the busy streets of New York.

Before you knew what you were doing, you arrived at your friend Theodosia’s house. Knowing she probably wouldn’t open the door; you snuck into the backyard and climbed the all too familiar vines under her window. You knocked urgently on the window, balancing your foot on a beam, and keeping your hand on the windowsill.

“Y/N? What happened, you look terrible.” Theodosia pulled you inside, shutting the window behind you.

“I had a fight with Philip. I mentioned his father.” You sighed, staring at the floor.

“You- oh my. How did he-”

“He kicked me out of his house.” Tears stung your eyes as you explained everything that happened.

“You screwed up.” She breathed, sitting down on her bed.

“I know.” You hurriedly wiped tears away as the conversation replayed in your head countless times. The cold stares, the harsh tone, everything.

“I say, you should go home and rest. Then in the morning try and talk things out with him.” Theodosia reasoned, giving you a warm smile. You returned it, and within seconds, you felt the cool breeze of the city as you ran home.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Coming!” You called out, cringing at the crack in your voice. You hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, as most of your time was spent replaying the conversation and regretting every minute of it. You didn’t even know what you two were fighting about anymore. You just wanted to see Philip again. You took a deep breath, and opened the door.

“Don’t say anything.” Philip stood at the door, quick to shut you up. He looked like he got less sleep than you had. “I need to know why you said that, and what you mean by it.” You knew what he was talking about, and a deep sigh escaped your lips.

“I didn’t mean-”

“Then why did you say it?” Philip’s voice was cold, but his eyes showed fear and sadness.

“I don’t-”

“Do you not love me?” You froze, eyes wide.

“Philip-”

“Do you want me to leave?” You almost gasped, trying to recover quick enough to respond.

“Philip, I-”

“Do you hate me?” He persisted.

No.” You almost yelled, and before he could get another word in, you continued. “Philip, I love you more than anything! I was angry, and I don’t even know why we were fighting and I don’t know why I said that I just, I don’t know…” You took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

Philip almost looked relieved, hints of a smile showing on his face. “I love you, too.”

You wrapped your arms around him, laughing. You were glad to finally be in his arms again, and you silently swore to never mention his father like that again.

“We were fighting about what we would buy Theodosia for her birthday.”

vine

this took longer than it should’ve cuz i was crying the entire time making it lmao. that finale was way more emotional than i was expecting damn. 

for those that can’t see it yet, you guys got a storm coming

How many times had he re-read that letter? Enough that the delicate dried flowers had fallen off and scattered across the bed, leaving faded bits of scarlet and honey petals on his sheets. Each time he worked his way through the flowing script, he just got more and more…frustrated with himself.

Had he really been that narrow-minded?

She gave him more credit than he deserved. He -did- leave, just not before he took something that didn’t belong to him…something he didn’t earn. And even if she would not have changed a thing, it burned him that -he- should have been able to put his foot down. He should have taken her by the shoulders, held her back, sat her back on that couch and apologized.

But Azeyma…she was an oasis to the thirsting, desperate man. The willpower needed to not drink of her sweet kindness, to feel her warmth like sun-bathed sand…

He should have had that strength.

Y'raos closed the letter yet again, the creases in the paper threatening to rip. Rolling on his side, he scrounged on his bedside table, finding a bit of plain parchment and a quill. It paled in comparison to hier dainty letter, but it was better than silence. Better than sitting on this for days until he got the fire to go see her face-to-face. His scribble was uneven, the quill held still against the paper where his thoughts could not be made into the proper words.


Portia,


I hoped that this was to scold me. It would have been easier to swallow if you were angry. I didn’t do right by you, and you are the last person who deserves to deal with it. 


I’ve got tough skin. Comes with being in a clan. Not everyone is going to understand. I don’t expect it. But you didn’t deserve to be the one I snapped at for it. I’m sure you have your reasons for hating people like me. For hating what I come from, and what I’ll be.


I still don’t regret what I did in t
he moment. What I regret is that you had to turn to me. That you don’t have someone better to reach for. That another more capable of being what you need hasn’t come along to wake up next to you.

If you aren’t going to scold me, then you’re going to have trouble getting rid of me. You are more than a beautiful woman, Portia. I’ve spoken more in the brief moments with you than I have with most others. It’s not something I want to give up so long as it’s free to be taken.

His hand paused and he sighed heavily, like the translation of thought to word had physically exhausted him. He tapped the tip of his quill against the paper, accidentally making a few more random blobs. Raos cursed, but kept writing all the same.

If you are willing, I would have you visit my childhood home with me. La Noscea’s pretty far, so I get it if you don’t wish to travel. But if the only reason you avoid coming with me is because you think you’re a burden, then I’m taking that as an insult. My shoulders are pretty capable of carrying a lot of things. That’s you included.


~Y'raos


He finished signing his name just as his children roused next to him. Y’laras pawed at his father’s sleeve, while Y’sana was already looking at the scattered dried petals with far too much glee. His son’s little hands reminded him of Portia’s last bit of her letter. Raos grinned, taking up the bottle of ink from his nightstand. 

“You two are due for a bath anyhow. C’mere.” he murmured, smearing a bit of ink onto his son’s little chubby hand, pressing it to the bottom of the letter. “Hand prints are better than me trying to say anything else anyways.” 

@pettankoprincess

Kuroko no basket and Pokémon Sun came into my life almost at the same time and I definitively needed a crossover. It’s been years since i last digital painted so it took me way more time than it should have and I couldn’t even come with a decent background, that’s why i put memes inside instead.

Nonetheless, enjoy Team Skull grunt! Aomine and Momoi, who i like chubby, being extra supportive of grunt! Kuroko.