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American Idiot - Green Day, Cover by Robyn Adele Anderson

1940s Wartime Stle

If Alice Angel sounds completely, 100% different, I will be sad.  Because I can see Alice doing her hair like this and selling War Bonds.

honestly yeah… i can see that n its such a good image 10/10… also alice with that outfit (thousands of ok hand sign emojis)

every bioware animation
  • back of the head scratch
  • a character shaking their head in disbelief or disgust with hand on their forehead, looking down
  • that kiss animation used since origins and in every mass effect game where they very slowly go in, hesitate, bop their heads around, and really go in for the kiss 
  • when a character, usually female, talks and puts their two hands in front of them like a robot and shakes them to illustrate their point
  • a character leans back on one leg with their arms loose
  • the exit-stage-right an NPC does after a conversation ends
  • angry limp wrist pointing
  • neck/collar bone scratch 
  • a slow crossing of the arms in times of suspicion
  • that punch animation 
  • drinking alcohol and violently shaking head
  • a character gives a half smile with an eyebrow raised
  • pointing behind with thumb, body turns very slightly
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i’m so glad someone recorded this

I JUST NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW FUCKED Jack is in this comic, though?

This is just the ultimate in ‘damned if you do, damned if you don’t.’  The news is blistering with ‘Overwatch anti-sovereignty?’  ‘Japanese government complains about Blackwatch!’  ‘Investigation into Cairo Incident!’  ‘New civilian leader for Overwatch?’  Everybody is mad at them and criticizing every move they make.  Jack’s position is being threatened.  He says himself that Overwatch can’t afford another PR nightmare.

And then all his agents are telling him how they NEED to go into London, despite the Prime Minister telling them to stay out.  People are going to die if they don’t!  They won’t be able to handle the fallout if they wait!

I mean you can see how Overwatch could have come to this. There are so many crises all the time, all over the world, and as an international entity, you have to choose: do you go in and help people even if you’re being told not to?  What gives you the right, when you’re supposed to be serving and protecting the governments of the world?  But then what if there’s a genocide happening, or the government itself is deliberately persecuting part of its own population?  Floods?  Rampant disease?  If you don’t intervene, then people die.  If you do, then you’re violating international borders.  Either way, as the guy making the call, you’re screwed.  You’ve got the blood of thousands on your hands, or else you’re a walking diplomatic incident.  But meanwhile, the world’s governments are getting more and more unhappy with you because you keep meddling in their affairs.

Jack chooses–for probably the thousandth time–to save lives, even if they’ll all pay for it.  We might be seeing the very moment when Jack murders his career and takes Overwatch with it.  

Listen, I don’t know how this happened but here’s a little something involving hands, and well. You just read. And… ALT ER LOVE.

  • what if Even was passing by a jewellery (on his way to pride) with Sana, or maybe was it Magnus, and he would stop for a few minutes. Thinking out loud, you know “one day I’ll marry Isak”, but this time he’s very clear. (unlike at the hotel where he saw that scene as a dream.) Him who always seemed terrified of what the future could hold, because he would always feel a liability somehow, whether tomorrow or the next month or decade. But now he’s not afraid anymore. He can think of more than just the next minute. And of course that means he cannot imagine it with anyone else but Isak now.
  • or something ridiculously sweet… like Even would take him to an actual balcony,or NO. Their bench, that’d be even more meaningful (because hey that’s where it began! Where Isak heard that name for the first time. Where Isak touch his hand for the first time.) and say to Isak, like “in 10 years, we’ll come back here and I’ll have a question for you.” And Isak, being the smart ass that he is, would figure out right away. And he’d say something along “ No matter where our path may lead us in 10 years from now, i’ll be right here for you. With you. And you already know the answer to that question. It’s the same as today. And the next minute and the next…”
  • and Isak would joke along "and you won’t need any paper towels this time” and and Isak wouldn’t say anything just give Even his hand, as “symbolic” for that future question…. well the answer.
  • And maybe, maybe there’ll be a complete twist… One day, in like 5 or 6 years from now, as he is now working for the Nasa or something, anyway he becomes one of the smartest scientist of his generation. One evening as he comes home to Even, they do live together now, he’ll surprise Even and bring him to their bench. Remember what you told me that 21st of June …. Wasn’t it 21:21…. Look at your watch now. E: “but you know i’m never wearing a watch ba…..” I: “wouldn’t you mind wearing this for me now ?” as he’s going down on one knee, ring in hand…. Even would join him down, kneeling too, in tears. “YES YES YES. Of course yes!” As they would held both hands together.
  • (hands that were once shaking…  being held for the first time in that locker room, as so much was still new to Isak. At the beginning, Isak was very guarded, staying at distance from Even, waiting for him to make a move, to say something. And then to drop the bomb litteraly, nothing is standing in our way anymore, how frightening is that ? Exciting too but what Isak must have thought, he dropped everything, for… for little old me ? He could not believe, it was too good to be true. He’s here professing his love basically… for me ? you sure you have the right person ?? Of course those hands were shaking. Until that moment, where he saw, where he felt Even meant it. Holding his hands. Where he believed. He could be that boy, kissing more of Even in the intimacy if his bedroom, why not even one day at school… he could finally have that life. Real life. His life. Their life.)
  • So that night, it was with steady hands, Isak holds on Even’s hands. And in this minute, Even believed too.(It had been playing in his mind since the first moment he ever saw Isak.) Their reality. 
  • And it actually would be 21:21.

(i’m blaming @tocapturethisvoice aka my beloved Cris for making me “word vomit” as Cee Cee would poetically put it down ahah ALSO Julie who is still making us wait so here it is….)

Dear James,

WE FUCKING SAW THAT!  Was that the only way of taking the transmitter? Was it that difficult to do that without stealing a touch? Was it? Was it, James?

anonymous asked:

I'm trying to get into a mode of constant practice with art to hopefully improve my artistic skill eventually. Do you have any tips on how to do continuous practice like Idk drawing the same thing over and over again? What works in your opinion?

The best way for me personally, to practice and improve on something is through doing studies, which I think is different to just ‘practicing for the sake of practicing.’ What you need to do in studies is to actually try to understand why, how, what etc, and to apply it in drawing, rather than just drawing repeatedly. 

Sure, you can draw hundreds and thousands of hands over and over, and I’m sure that you’ll definitely improve eventually. But if you actually take the time to understand and learn the anatomy behind it, about the proportions, about the shapes, about the way it can move and the angles it can produce etc, you can learn much faster and also have a better understanding of it. 

The same applies for colour theory, lighting, paint mixing, whatever it is! You can draw the same reference over and over again, but you won’t actually learn much if you don’t take the time to understand WHY different lighting changes the mood of things or HOW to mix a certain colour. 

Take the time to try to understand it, even read up on it and learn the theory. If you do this and actually study whatever it is you’re trying to learn, coupled with drawing and practicing continuously to apply your knowledge, you’ll be well on your way to improving!

Down the Rabbit Hole

Originally posted by carezero

Pairing: Maknae line x Reader

Genre: Wonderland!Au / Angst / (eventual) Smut / Drabble series

Rated T for mentions of drugs, madness and mature themes 

Word count: 1.8k

Synopsis: It took Y/n months - years. Infinite days of searching, of wondering, of grasping to the tiny, fragile hope of not being crazy as everyone said.

(But, really, who isn’t a child of madness in this world?) 

And, finally, she found it: the key to open the gates to Wonderland. So, with a smile curling her lips and liquid danger between her fingers, the girl gladly fell once again.       

Author’s note: So, dunno what this thing is, an experiment, maybe. Hope you’ll enjoy this darkish lil series (cos of course if the horror isn’t deep embodied in my words I’m not happy). In the next parts things will get way more interesting tho - this is only the beginning, after all.


prelude // part 1


Prelude – Home again                                                                                  

                                                                                                      “Little Alice fell
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                                                                                                               the hole,
                                                                                                bumped her head
                                                                                          and bruised her soul.”


The room is wide, nearly boundless, yet the smoke filling the area seems to deprive it of space as well as air. It makes the chamber suffocating, diseased, scorching, and the grey, cerulean spirals are almost the fingers of a lustful beast: they excite and rouse everything at their touch, they skim over soft cheeks and turgid lips, awakened by the click of a lock snapping open.

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Lords reaction to accidentally hitting their daughter [Headcanon] (Request)

A/N: I just know this is going to be both hilarious and painful. Rest under the cut to save dashboards.

Nobunaga.

What did he do? That was the price of his pride, wasn’t it. The girl was crying in his arms, a big bruise on her forehead that was caused by his own practice sword. Nothing seemed to work. She wouldn’t stop crying. He knew it had been a bad idea to let her stay. He should have sent her away, with her mother, but no, those puppy eyes were stronger than he was. And everyone tried to warned him, to tell him that his girl was walking right to him, but he thought they were trying to distract him.

They weren’t.

“Here, have some sugar stars”, he wiped her tears away, before kissing the red mark on her forehead. “Mama’s sweets will make you feel better, ok?”

Mitsuhide.

He thought it was a good idea. To show his daughter that he was strong, that he could protect her too. And so, he couldn’t say no when she asked him if she could stay in training. Well, what could go wrong? Right? Everything. Everything could go wrong. He was always so defensive that when he heard something behind him his first impulse was to attack.

He wish he hadn’t.

“Are you okay?!” he rushed to her, hugging her and trying to cease her tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Papa was careless”. Mitsuhide showered her in kisses and pampers, guilt heavy on his shoulders after seeing the bruise that was sure to appear any time.

Yukimura.

Oh boy. 

Oh boy.

It had been a long time since last time the retainers had seen Yukimura panicking so much. He was carrying the little girl in his arms, running around the castle, yelling to the maids, for someone to help him. When you heard him, you left the kitchen as fast as you could. Then you saw him. Your daughter in his arms, both of them crying. 

“I… I…”, he sobbed. “She… I… I’m sorry…”

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