Hm... I wanted to ask, I'm a artist, I guess, and I love to draw, but I'm not god at original things, you know? And well, You, Ozumii, Vey and Azunee, are some of my favorite artists, and all your OCs and AUs are so perfect, and I have so much fun when I draw them, but... You know, I feel bad, 'cuz I fell like people would think I'm just looking for attention if I draw them a lot... 'Cuz I always like to tag the artist and well... What should I do ;w;? I don't know...
:o Don’t mind what people think!! As long as you enjoy what you do, there’s nothing wrong in it :) If they think that then there’s no stopping you, just ignore them. You do you <3
I’m not really that good with originals too but I try! I hope this masterpost will able to help you :’)
(part 3) I just love the whole sun goddess trend it's so refreshing and feels so good to feel delicate and magical in a non-white way, if you know what I mean. By all means, I don't mind white people in sunflower dresses and alla that, looks good on them too, but still feels more special to me as a darker skin individual. I guess I'm writing this because I was curious if you felt the same or even stronger about it (assuming u possess more melanin than I do which is likely)
I get what you mean and for ever black people have been told almost every colour looks bad on us, so what I like to do is appreciate how gorgeous colour looks on every skin tone and it’s that more magical because we’ve realised we don’t need approval from white people about what looks good on us!
Why does Katakuri's hair have to be purple like Cracker?????
Though last time I checked or saw from more cleaned up screen shots of the opening, his hair looked more burgundy then it did purple.
Personally I’m not a huge fan of most of the color choices made for some of the family within the anime as I feel its a bit…too pastel for my taste? I think that’s the best way to put it, but it could be because I still haven’t seen them in full to better appreciate them. I get these are Big Mom’s kids and given the place they live in, things are gonna be colorful but some of the color choices made seem a bit odd, haha. But again, in time I’m sure I’ll be okay with them.
Though as far as I know, if I were in charge of the color coding for these guys, they wouldn’t look the way they do, haha! But aside from that, it’s not too bad to be honest. Like I said, might not be a huge fan of most of the choices made for the anime but it does give each of them something unique and different about them! They kinda of end up growing on you in the process, haha!
Give it some time and soon enough we will see him and the others in full color soon! I’m sure it won’t be that bad ^^
I don't read a lot of DC comics but I occasionally come across panels with Dick Grayson or Jason Todd that look amazing, but digesting all their history would be pretty impossible so are there any good arcs you can recommend for them? (Maybe for Diana Prince too????)
not rly important but the opening is just garbage too too. like, the least you can ever expect out of a bad show is a good op but its so bad.
ugh you’re right that was so bad
i’m almost mad they dragged out happy material go just to plaster it over such a cheap-looking and generic op
they don’t even have the “we have a cast of over 40 people and all of them needed unique voice actors so that drained our entire budget” excuse! Hell, Negima’s had an OP with mostly still images and the occasional bit of movement before, but 1000% Sparking was actually badass!
god i was hoping we’d at least get some more nicely animated negima fights a la the OVAs, but i don’t think we’re even getting that much
The new hawks fan:
Yeah your proud of your team for this thing?? well mine won the cup three times in 6 years #dynasty
the delusional stars fan:
you don't need a good goalie to win the stanley cup! we have two mediocre ones that we're going to crush the playoffs with. because thats how you win a cup. I think.
the ignorant bruins fan:
yeah yeah i know my team is one of the most socially progressive in the league but i'm still going to make homophobic and racist comments.
the "please shut up" penguins fan:
Everyone LOVES my team we ALL know they're THE BEST if you don't you're just BITTER AND JEALOUS. my team is SPECIAL and no other team has ever done anything like this BEFORE. hail MY TEAM the ONLY special team.
The friend zone rangers fan:
my team is so nice and they deserve good things. like I know they aren't good enough to win the cup but the fact that they haven't won the cup seems a little unfair to me.
the violently angry senators fan:
HOW COULD YOU FORGET MY TEAM YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT THE SENATORS ARE STILL GOOD YOU'RE TOO FUCKING BIAS TO EVEN SPEAK.
The holier than thou habs fan:
my team has never done anything ignorant or bad in fact i'm a better person just for liking them.
The blind flyers fan:
What? no the jerseys are pretty good actually.
The "but he's hot" caps fans:
*tom wilson does something dirty* but he's HOT.
Are you still taking prompts? If so, could you write some more of the Gallovich Queer Club thing you've been doing? Ian and Mickey with Mandy, Carl etc?
// yes I am totally taking prompts! and wow thanks for requesting something from that idea, not many people have read it :) let’s see where this goes… //
// NOTE: you don’t need to have read the previous fics I’ve written in this universe, they all work as oneshots :) //
Carl was holding Yevgeny as he waited for Ian to come back from his therapy session. ‘So does Ian just live here now?’ he asked Mickey.
He glanced across the sofa to Carl. ‘We haven’t really talked about it…but he wants to be here. And I like him being here,’ he said with a note of finality.
Carl nodded. ‘What are you going to tell Yev?’
Mickey couldn’t keep up with how quickly the kid’s mind jumped from question to question. ‘What are you talking about?’
‘As he gets older, he’s going to start asking questions. He’ll ask why Ian sleeps in your bedroom and why his mom and aunt are sleeping across the hall.’ He wasn’t speaking rudely, just curiously.
'Look it’s not as if I haven’t thought about that,’ Mickey began awkwardly. In truth Mickey had been thinking about it more and more since the day he first held his son. 'I don’t know, honestly, we’ll just figure things out as we go.’ He didn’t like talking about it.
'Does Ian want to be Yev’s dad?’
'I don’t know, ok? Jesus.’ Neither of them spoke for a moment. Mickey sighed. 'I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped like that. Sorry.’
Carl shrugged. ‘It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.’ But he didn’t ask any more questions after that. Thankfully Mandy walked in from her bedroom, just wearing panties and a t-shirt.
'Hey, is Ian not home yet?’
Mickey shook his head. ‘Doesn’t finish therapy until four. Shouldn’t be back for, like, forty minutes.’
'He left the house at one-thirty,’ Mandy said. 'He told me his session was at two. Mick where is he?
'He said was going back to his house for a couple hours. Said he wanted to see Fiona and Liam…why did he tell you his session was at two? Shit,’ he said, immediately standing up and heading for the door. 'Carl? Mandy?’
'Let me get some clothes on,’ Mandy dashed back to her room whilst Mickey put Yev in the stroller. She emerged a minute later with Svetlana.
'She told me,’ Svetlana said. 'I want to help find Ian.’
She and Mickey looked at each other silently for a moment. Then he nodded. ‘Ok. Thanks.’ They left.
They’d so far discovered that Ian hadn’t shown up for his appointment, and Carl had called Debbie and learned that he’d not been to the Gallagher’s either. It had been almost an hour. Mickey was starting to sweat nervously.
'I should’ve gone with him. I should’ve fucking gone with him!’ he muttered to himself, kicking an old beer bottle on the sidewalk.
'Don’t blame yourself,’ Mandy told him firmly. 'Let’s try the alibi, yeah?’
'Yeah, I have a shift in thirty minutes anyway,’ Svetlana said.
Mickey glanced at her. ‘You can blow it off if you want.’
She stared at him, taken aback. ‘Thank you. But we need the money.’ They all kept walking in silence, save for Yev’s light snoring.
'What can I get you?’ Kev yelled in greeting as they entered. He grinned, having not seen Mickey in a while.
'Looking for Ian,’ Mickey said.
'He’s not been here. Hey, how’s he doing?’ Kev asked, speaking more quietly now that they were at the bar.
'He’s missing,’ Carl told him.
'Shit. You check the hospitals? Emergency rooms?’
They all looked at each other. ‘We didn’t think of that,’ Mandy admitted. Mickey looked like he was going to throw up.
'It might not be that bad,’ Kev said hurriedly. 'Why don’t you try Boystown?’
'Why would he go there?’ Svetlana wondered.
'Why would he want to go there?’ Mickey murmured to himself, staring at his shoes.
'Ok I’m going to shut up and pour you a shot,’ Kev did so, lining up glasses for Mandy and Svetlana too. He tossed Carl a juicebox.
'Mick, we should probably head down there. It’s plausible,’ Mandy said.
He nodded. ‘Thanks Kev,’ he said.
'Yeah, hope you find him.’
Svetlana leaned down to lightly kiss Yevgeny, and then paused before hugging Mickey. It took a second before he hugged her back. It was brief but affectionate.
'Shit, you going straight again Mickey?’ Kermit yelled, laughing.
'Not fucking likely,’ Mandy spat at him as she wrapped her arms around Svetlana’s waist and kissed her, rough and hard. Carl grinned.
'Well that’s definitely bought in more business,’ said Kev amidst the wolf whistles from surrounding drinkers.
'Bye,’ Svetlana said to Mandy, grinning and licking her lips.
They headed out, the men in the bar shouting for Mandy to stay too. She just stuck up her finger as they left.
'So…this is Boystown?’ Carl said, looking around in wonder. 'Why have I never been here before?’
'Because it’s a fucking shithole,’ Mickey told him.
'Let’s just find Ian. And Carl, do not wander off anywhere,’ Mandy said, 'Can you push the stroller?’ She passed it over to him.
They first went for the club where Ian worked. It was fairly dead inside, with it still being early.
'Hey!’ Mickey yelled at the manager, who was stood near the bar. 'You seen Ian? Ian Gallagher?’
'No. But if you see him, tell him he needs to come by and collect his tips from last weekend.’
Mickey frowned. ‘He’s not had a shift here for nearly a month. He said he called to take some time off. He’s - sick.’
'He was here on Saturday. Mixing drinks and dancing as usual. Stopped giving lap dances though. Shame. He was one of the best.’
Mickey didn’t say anything. He just turned around and walked out as fast as he could. He felt like his head was going to explode. Carl was first after him.
'Are you ok?’
'Why would he lie to me?’ Mickey said. He was furiously trying not to cry. 'When has he even had time to come down here? Why would he…is he sick of being around me?’
'The guy said he stopped giving lap dances. That’s proof that Ian isn’t sick of being around you.’
Mickey didn’t say anything for a second. ‘I’m pissed with him but mostly I’m fucking worried,’ he told Carl.
'Let’s take the L to the hospital?’ Carl suggested.
'Mick!’ Mandy’s voice came from behind them. 'This guy saw Ian.’
A fit man in black jeans walked beside her. ‘I just sold to him. About an hour ago,’ he said quietly, glancing around to make sure no-one else could hear.
'Fuck,’ Mickey sighed. 'So he’s lost and he’s high? What did he buy?’
'Uh, coke, E. And some weed.’
'Why would he do that?’ Mickey asked Mandy, his eyes wide and desperate.
'He didn’t say where he was going,’ the dealer added.
'Yeah you can fuck off. And don’t fucking sell to him again,’ Mickey said, and swiftly kneed him in the groin.
They were on their way to get the L, walking under the bridge, when he saw them.
'Hey!’ Ian’s voice. Mickey immediately spun around. Ian was slumped on the ground, leaning against part of the bridge. He ran over and crouched before him.
'Ian, what the fuck? What have you taken?’
Ian’s eyes were unfocused. ‘Ah…a little of this, little of that,’ he said unhelpfully.
Mickey took his hand. It was cold. Probably from sitting out here. ‘Ian…why?’
Ian shrugged, unable to meet his eyes. ‘I don’t know. I don’t know anymore,’ he whispered. ‘I just didn’t feel like therapy…it feels like I’m not making any progress…and I know that would upset you…so…I don’t know,’ he shrugged apologetically.
'No, Ian, not knowing where you are and finding out you’ve been snorting coke upsets me. Actually going to therapy, that’s progress. You have to talk to me if you’re worried, if you’re unhappy. Please…the fact you’ve been thinking these things in silence…Ian when I said I loved you I fucking meant it. I need you to tell me this stuff so I can help you. I am never going to be upset with you about something like that.’
'Sorry I couldn’t be honest,’ he said. He was crying now. 'I’m sorry Mick, I’m just so fucking scared because I can’t control anything in my head anymore. Some days I can’t see myself. And I’m terrified that one day you’re going to realise that you don’t know who you’re lying next to anymore. Because I sure as shit couldn’t tell you for certain. Every day it's…a mess. Every day, Mick,’ he sobbed, leaning into Mickey’s chest. Mickey held him.
'There is no way that I wouldn’t recognise the only man I’ve ever loved. The only man who taught me how to be free. And now I guess it’s my turn to help get you free. Mess? I know mess. Nothing will stop me from loving you. Nothing. We can and will get through anything. But you’ve gotta meet me halfway, where you can. Don’t just leave me ignorant back home while you’re out using this shit to cope. Please. Please, Ian.’
'Yeah, I’ll try to talk to you. I promise,’ Ian breathed Mickey in for a moment before reaching into his pockets. 'Can you take these? I - I don’t want to have them on me anymore. Just in case,’ he told him.
'Of course,’ Mickey said, pocketing it. 'Thank you.’
'I do love you too…I love you and that’s why I hate myself for all of this even more.’
'Don’t, Ian. Don’t hate yourself. Just don’t. You’re not worthy of hate. Trust me,’ he told him sincerely. Ian just looked at him and cried. And neither boy could really tell whether they were good tears or bad tears.
'Mickey please can we just go home?’
'Sure, yeah…your house isn’t far,’ he said, helping Ian stand.
'No,’ Ian gently tugged at his shirt. 'Our house. Our home.’
Mickey smiled in spite of everything and kissed him. ‘That’s home?’
'It’s where you are.’
And then Mickey was crying too.
'Well that answers my question,’ said Carl. They all looked at him, confused - but Mickey nodded and smiled at him slightly.
// the end. hope this was ok…please keep prompting me for fic-a-day-for-may! //
It's okay. Take a deep breath, and drink some water. Don't say it now, because you won't mean it in the morning. Relax, and let it slip through your fingers.
They will be just fine. Take some time to care for yourself, too. Sit back, and focus on what you want, or rather, what you need. You are just as important.
Don't say all that about them. It won't make the situation any better to belittle them to others. I know they did you wrong. I know you need a release. But rather than talking about them, talk about how you're feeling. It will work better, I promise.
They want to know you. Talk to them. Don't be afraid. Tell them everything. Tell them who you are, what you're all about, your favorite memory, let them see you and hear you. They won't mind, they will be so glad you have walked their way.
It's okay to cut them off. I know how much they mean to you, but they don't deserve you anymore. They've taken your loyalty for granted, and you cannot let yourself be mistreated. You know you're too good for that. You are a shining light, and such dirt does not deserve your radiance. Not anymore.
Don't over analyze. You are doing a great job. It doesn't need to be any "better," so don't stress yourself out trying to make it so. It looks fine the way it is. It's all okay the way it is now. And so are you.
Don't run away. I know it's scary, but you don't have to face it alone. You will have help, guidance, anything you may need. You can do this. You can overcome it. You can accomplish it. Look it dead in the eyes, and show it who's boss.
It's okay to let them go. You can find better things to place your energy on. And you will, I promise. Once you do, you will wonder why you ever wasted so much precious time so concerned with them. It will all work out, it always does. You don't need them to be happy.
Think it through. I know it seems like a good idea now, but as hard as it may be you have to think about what it's going to mean in a few days. If you decide to go through with it, then that's okay too. Just consider the outcome. Consider what may be best.
It's not all bad. Look around you. Go outside and stare at the moon, the flowers, feel the breeze. You are walking on this Earth. It is all yours. You are breathing. People love you. Smile. The world is smiling at you.
Don't try to hide it, especially not now. It's okay to admit you're feeling something, and it's okay to talk to them about it. You're going to be hit by emotions, and though you're not one to show that side, sometimes it's better than bottling it up. So let it out. You deserve the comfort you need too.
You are more than your habits or your impulses. Destroying yourself won't fix this, it will only worsen it. There are so many healthier options for you, and you will find them. Please take care of yourself, proper, helpful care. It may not be what you think you need, but you will thank yourself later.
It’s like you’re screaming, and no one can hear You almost feel ashamed That someone could be that important That without them, you feel like nothing No one will ever understand how much it hurts You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you And when it’s over, and it’s gone You almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back So that you could have the good
Tbh I ask anonymous a lot because I feel like I send in too many asks and don't want to be judged....
We honestly don’t often notice repeat askers due to the number of followers we have an how many asks we get every day. Don’t be embarrassed to send us asks off anon!
When Justin stopped by the other day, we were looking through the notes on his snerson video and commenting on people’s usernames we see a lot, who ask questions and comment on posts with us.
It was like 100% positive too, like “Oh look, so-and-so said they were having a bad day and this cheered them up. That’s good, I like them, I’m glad we made them happy, remember the time they did XYZ?”
Don’t be afraid to be off anon because we totally love getting your asks.