trying to move on without you

anonymous asked:

Alright, I'll try it here one last time: is there any chance that Moving Forward will continue in the future? I want to erase everything of the things seen in the last couple of days from my mind and it brings so much happiness to so many people. Sembell, seems like she is not so sure yet, but we are so greatful for her work! She once called it our little sanctuary, and it really always was and still is! Please, JHH, without pressure, but could you talk to her? Love you girls!

I can only promise that I’ll try my best to make her continue, or at least end it properly and happily. Don’t we all need a happy end now, even if it’s only fictional?

Concerns for the greater good bury street corner burial grounds as canaries sing the blues in this coal mine city filled to bursting with the dead and dying looking for a good time, not a long time - 

What do you know? 
Of scuffles thrown curbside in the curbside shuffle, the tar and feathering cast without malice - anything’s better than the drink we’ll doubtless buy with your naivety - these days we don’t even bother asking for a dime, never mind the crime you recommit to every time you walk by with eyes cast aside to the lies - 

What do you know? 
Of angry words never bared in our stupor of cold trying to warm itself with icy fingers - we don’t need your spit in our dinner, we’ll just move ourselves along as you walk the high road, say goodbye road, never let them see you cry road - get a load of this crow in the crowd, he thinks he’s all that, thinks he’s up to bat in this game of cat and mouse, doesn’t see it’s all a rat race and he’s so far behind he thinks he’s winning - 

What do you know? 
Shrink yourself down to our shadow-cast semblance of humanity, talk down to us, ‘cause we’re the barely literate, the barely here-for-it, too wrapped up in the present to bother presenting ourselves the way you see fit. We’re the head cases giving you head in the alleyway, the beat-downs you beat down to size, the brush-up pat downs passing you by - you better pat your pockets twice while we pat your zipper - 

What do you know? 
We play childhood games of hide-and-seek in concrete forests, so easy to hide in wide mouths and empty minds, so easy to disappear amidst pounding feet pounding thoughts into beats drumming their way into our heartbeat as it echoes - this city less pulse more repulsion, twin magnets back to back as we face off in three-four time just in time to disappear again - 

What do you know? 
Of existing risking unfriendly hands frisking for any scrap we scavenged, any shred of backbone built from slats pried off boarded up windows unstapled from our nervous system - more nerves than we know how to manage so we man-handle them into early graves wrapped in blue tarps and who would come but the coal mine canaries singing the blues at our street corner burial burying the greater good in this fight to become greater than the goods we gather - 

but what do I know. 

Pinky.

I remember all the promises we’ve made together—all the good things you’ve said that I thought would last forever. We were like kids writing our futures without knowing how time could change us—how the world will try to always make us reminisce the past. How the people around us will try to mold us into something we didn’t want.

Ring.

It was the different type of love. I don’t know if fate is real or if destiny confuses us about what we feel. But I always imagine you with me, and my heart beating with yours in symphony. It was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. The most wonderful feeling I couldn’t get tired of.

Middle.

There’s always something that goes in between. Pedestrians passing by— every time the traffic lights signal us to stop. When you were walking fast yet caught up behind someone who is walking slowly enough. When you already want to do the things you love, but you saw something that puts a doubt in your heart. When you thought you already found someone who you can’t enjoy living without.

Index.

I choose you over anything else, hoping that you’ll also end up picking me over everybody else. Yet I put a finger on your lips telling you to stop spreading all the sugar coated lies. I point to your chest, hoping for you to be honest. Darling I think I couldn’t take it anymore, if you continue to pretend that you still love me more.

Thumb.

Believe when I say that everything will be okay, even if it will take a lot of time for me to heal. In the end I will surely learn from all of this things. I will still carry the love I have somewhere inside me. Not for you, but for—each and every—broken part of me. This is how I should let go of you. One by one, I’ll remove my fingertips away from holding your hands. One by one I’ll let go of you so you can rest and breathe. Day by day, letting go will ease the pain.

And until my hands stop bleeding, my soul will suddenly appreciate the wonderful life I’m living. In the end my heart will learn how to love myself more—and will finally consider it as my home.

—  ma.c.a // I should stop holding on you
Let's talk empath shall we?

So as many know, being an empath without knowing how to control it sucks 😖 let’s try something that have helped me 😀🤗
🌟NOTE: THIS WILL REQUIRE PRACTICE AND PATIENCE 🌟
💕hold your hand out
💕imagine a white ball of light in your hand about the size of a baseball
💕put intent in that bad boy. Ex. Only my emotions are allowed in.
💕focus on that ball and let it move
💕let it run around your whole body
💕 don’t make it any bigger than the baseball, it will stretch
💕let that white light coat you like a second skin.
💕now focus to let that energy move around you at all times
💕you might feel tired after (hence practice)
💕you will feel your energy moving on your skin
💕that energy has now become a barrier
💕it is going to run along your skin as a normal
💕the longer it is practiced the easier it becomes before it becomes second nature
This helps me keep my emotions in me and everyone else’s away, I only let a small portion open when I want to know something that I am picking up on. It won’t completely cut off your empathness but dull everything around you to tolerable standards. I hope this helps even one of you 🤗 blessings to you and yours

Originally posted by witchboyezra

(Our tiefling warlock, Malveus, has a nasty habit of interacting with things by licking them. So far, this has included dripping dungeon walls, hallucinogenic mushrooms, a spider’s butt, a gray slime, and various other creatures.)
(Early on in our third session, the party comes across a corridor scattered with glowing crystals which shatter with a blinding light when handled roughly. A couple of us manage dexterity checks to collect a few, and then the expected happens.)

Malveus: I lick one.

DM: (exasperated) It explodes. And it takes all sensation in your tongue. You can still talk, but you can’t taste anything any more.

Malveus: What?! No!

Other warlock: Oh, man, that’s your special thing! How can you live without licking shit?

Malveus: Can I heal myself?

DM: A Lesser Restoration would do it, but none of you can cast that yet.

Malveus: (mutinous grumbling)

(We move on. After a minor scrap and some uneventful trekking through caverns, Malveus suddenly snaps.)

Malveus: I can’t take it any more! I need my freaking tongue back, guys! I summon Asmodeus to heal me.

(General commotion. Most of us think this is a stupid idea.)

DM: Fine, try it. But I hope you know just how high of a roll I’m going to make you –

Malveus: Natural 100.

DM: Bull!

Cleric: No shit, (DM,) he actually did it!

DM: Fuck. Okay, fine! Fine. Fuck it. Asmodeus the demon lord appears in a gout of sulphurous flame, and says, (scary voice) YES, MY SON?

Malveus: O my father, I beg of you, heal my broken tongue!

DM as Asmodeus: … WHAT THE FUCK, MALVEUS. YOU SUMMON ME FOR THIS SHIT? YOU’RE RIDICULOUS.

Malveus: Please, father, I –

DM as Asmodeus: SHUT UP, MORON. FINE, I’LL HEAL YOUR DAMN TONGUE. BUT IT’LL COST YOU YOUR SIGHT.

Malveus: Done!

Cleric: What? Are you nuts?!

Sorceress: Don’t be a damn fool!

Malveus: Guys, it’s fine. I can see through the eyes of my familiar, I’ll still be able to see. Ish. Totally worth it. Take my sight.

DM as Asmodeus: DONE. YOU’RE AN IDIOT. (regular voice) He heals your tongue, blinds you, slaps you across the back of the head and you take six bludgeoning damage, and then he vanishes.

Other tiefling: (waving cheerfully) Bye, Dad!

Malveus: I summon back my quozzit and put it on my head, so its eyes are about where mine are.

(So now our Malveus wanders through the Underdark with his centipede-formed familiar permanently affixed to the front of his face.)

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GRIMM | 6.12

I thought I lost you once already tonight. Be careful.

Lazy

Summary: Pure porn without plot. You wake up and spend a morning with Sam and Dean.

Warnings: Smut, threesome (no Wincest), anal sex

Word Count: 2650ish

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Too hot. Too bright. Everything feels heavy and suffocating, like you’re trapped or tied down. Leg muscles twitch, but you can’t move them as you force your brain to swim toward the surface, try to break your mind out of its haze.

And then you wake up.

For just a moment, you focus only on your breath. You wake up like this two or three times a week, have ever since you started hunting, and it will only take your body a few seconds to calm down.

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It hurts, doesn’t it? If it didn’t, you probably wouldn’t spend your nights remembering or trying to forget. I don’t know when you’ll be able to smile without calling yourself a liar. I don’t know when you’ll be able to laugh without questioning who the owner of that sound is. It’ll get better, though. You’re going to be okay.
—  There has to be something better than this. // Maxwell Diawuoh

ree-fireparrot  asked:

What makes an outfit practical or impractical to fight in? Would an acrobat's outfit with some decent shoes be okay to fight in? Any suggestions on how to make an outfit frilly/girly without sacrificing (too much) practicality? (Trying to come up with practical[ish] Magical Girl outfits - know it's not your genre probably - there are certain expectations for frilliness even for tomboyish characters)

You’re, basically, looking for three things: How well can you move in it, does it give potential foes anything to grab, and does it offer any protection?

If you can’t move freely in your clothes, you can’t fight in them. It doesn’t matter if we’re talking about them being tight enough to restrict movement, or if they make it difficult to walk around. Tight skirts, high heels, tailored suits; it doesn’t matter; they’ll all limit your ability to fight.

With footwear, you’re looking primarily at how well you can stand and move in it. Shoes and boots designed to grip the floor are (usually) the best options here. So, things like sneakers or work boots are good options. Rubberized soles will help you keep your footing far better when you’re standing in someone’s blood than a dress shoe or high heels.

Things like long coats, ties, free flowing skirts, scarves, hoodies, or of course capes, won’t usually limit your mobility, but they can give an opponent something to grab. Once that happens, that article of clothing will limit your mobility (some). This is also a factor that’s difficult to completely eliminate. Practiced martial artists can, and do, go for collar or lapel grabs on clothing you might think would pass. That said, there are some special cases here.

If the article of clothing will tear away freely, it’s (kind of) a wash. You’re still talking about losing clothes, which isn’t usually something you want, but it means you’re not getting dragged out of position by an attacker.

If the combatant is ready for it, it’s possible to use something like this as a firing point to retaliate. If you know, roughly, where their hand is, it’s much easier to extrapolate where the rest of them is in relation to you. This still doesn’t make fighting in long flowing garments a good idea.

The final factor, almost by definition, doesn’t really apply with magical girls as a genre, and can get a little weird when you’re talking about any superhuman characters.

Ideally, if you’re planning to get into a fight, you’ll want durable clothing that will take a few hits, and hopefully shield you from harm. Materials like leather and denim hold up much better than lighter fabrics. Insulation in a jacket will take some kinetic force from a strike (not a lot, but still), so it’s better than just jeans and a tee, or even a denim jacket. This also gets into a discussion we’ve had before. Protection is often about making tradeoffs.

An insulated leather jacket will (slightly) reduce your mobility. It will give an opponent something they can grab. But, it will also offer protection from stray hits and while parrying incoming strikes. It won’t protect against gunshots, or against a sword, and if that’s what your character was likely to face, they’d need armor to deal with those threats instead.

Somewhat obviously, exposed skin isn’t offered any protection. Technically, skin itself is protection for your body, and it does function as your first line of defense against infection, but that’s mostly academic in this context.

This is also where, magical girls, and most superhero subgenres, deliberately start straying from reality, without actually being unrealistic (in the literary sense). What matters is if your character has some kind of protection from the threats they’re facing. It doesn’t matter if that’s an ancient alien artifact, a mystical gemstone, or the weaponized power of friendship. That is what protects your character, not her denim vest. You’re also talking about characters where the threats they face are, effectively, impossible to mitigate through mundane means. Again, a leather jacket, no matter how snazzy, won’t do much against a death beam from some snarling murderbeast, or blows from a sword with an enchantment that drains the soul from anyone who touches it. As I’ve said before, you select your armor to deal with the threats you’re likely to face, and when it comes to magical girls, those threats are (almost always) going to be far beyond anything you could physically protect against.

Normally, you wouldn’t want to fight off an arisen god of war in a school girl uniform, but it’s not like a flak vest would offer any more protection against a threat like that.

-Starke

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TO ALL YOU INGRATEFUL “FANS”! FUCK YOU! AND YOUR MEMBER HATE!
LOOK AT THIS MAN!
LOOK AT HIM AND HIS HARDWORK HOW CAN YOU FUCKING SAY SOMETHING SO FUCKING RUDE TO THIS CINNAMON ROLL?
ACTUALLY HOW CAN SOMEONE LIKE THIS CALL THEMSELF A “FAN” ?
DO YOU ACTUALLY NOT KNOW THAT BTS WAS MADE BY THIS PERFECT MAN?
JUST SO YOU PRISSY BITCHES KNOW BTS IS NOT BTS WITHOUT THE MEMBERS THEMSELVES!
HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ONE SHOULD BE KICKED OUT OF THE GROUP?
HOW DARE YOU SAY THEY ARE TALENTLESS AND THAT THEY ARE UGLY!?
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR SITTING BEHIND YOUR DESK AND THROWING IN COMMMENTS THAT YOU DARED TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO THESE BEAUTIFUL HARDWORKING BOYS?
AND SADDEST THING IS, YOU IDGETS DO THIS TO OTHER MEMBERS TOO!
“OOH.. SEOKJIN DOESNT DO ANYTHING HE SHOULDN’T BE IN BANGTAN..!!” BITCH! HE KEEPS THE WHOLE GROUP GROUNDED AND COMPOSED! YOU SHOULD BE THANKFUL HE EXISTS AND LETS US HEAR HIS BEAUTIFUL VOICE!
AND THEN YOU WENT TO JIMIN AND HOSEOK.
HOW CAN YOU BE SO INHUMAN THAT YOU CAUSED THESE SUNSHINES TO HAVE DEPRESSION!
JIMIN STARVED HIMSELF!
HOSEOK HAD TO TAKE ANTI DEPRESSENT PILLS!
HOSEOK SITS AND COMPOSES SONGS AND DANCE MOVES! BTS’s BALLAD SONG IS NOTHING WITHOUT JIMIN’S PERFECT HIGH PITCH!
MIN YOONGI HE HAS COMPOSED SO MANY SONGS! AND HIS RAP FLOW IS SO FUCKING AWESOME! HE FUCKING LEFT HIS PARENTS TO PURSEU MUSIC AND YOU STILL SEE FAULT IN THAT MAN!? JUNGKOOK AND TAEHYUNG BLESS US WITH THEIR VOICE AND DANCE MOVES AND THEIR UTTER LOVE FOR US!

I AM DISSAPOINTED AS AN ARMY!
BECAUSE THIS! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!
THEY GIVE US MUSIC! THEY DONT SLEEP COMPOSING, WRITING LYRICS AND CHOREOGRAPHING THOSE BEAUTIFUL MOVES!
HOW CAN YOU CALL YOURSELF AN ARMY WHEN YOU DONT RESPECT THE FUCKING MEMBERS!
FUCKING TRY DANCING THOSE HARD MOVES AND SING WITHOUT A SHAKY VOICE!
IMAGINE HOW MUCH THEY HAD TO PRACTICE INORDER TO SING LIKE THAT IN STAGE FOR HOURS!

Peaches and Cream (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut.
Word count: 2.3k

Part one: Sex Tape. Part two: Toys.

Summary: “Don’t you ever get tired?” You asked, referring to the last four times you’ve had sex today. “Nah baby, I’ll never get tired of you,” He cooed softly, taking one hand off the steering wheel and slowly trailing his fingers up the inside of your thigh.

Song: Peaches n Cream


“Jimin,” You playfully scolded, pushing his hand away from the passengers’ seat you were sitting in, “Stop it.”

It was your last night together and you were on your way to the airport to spend the last hour with him because he soon would be touring overseas in Europe for the first time. During your road trip to Incheon Airport, Jimin struggled to keep his eyes on the road in front of him and kept glancing at your bare legs.

He let out a chuckle and reached for you again, making you sigh dramatically as you thought about how you’ve been at it all day, until a couple of hours ago when you frantically helped him pack his stuff at the last possible minute.

“Don’t you ever get tired?” You asked, referring to the last four times you’ve had sex today.

“Nah baby, I’ll never get tired of you,” He cooed softly, taking one hand off the steering wheel and slowly trailing his fingers up the inside of your thigh.

“Oh and by the way,“ He began, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, not really paying attention to the road, “We didn’t make that second sex tape you promised.“

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Birthday Sex ~ Jimin

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo


Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,528 Words

SMUT WARNING

As soon as the clock turned 12, Jimin was all over you. He pulled you into his arms and didn’t let go, wishing you a happy birthday and continued talking about how thankful he is for you.

“Jimin…” You whine, trying to pull away from his grasp. He ignored you and started bouncing the leg you were sitting on.

“Yah, listen to me.” He sighed and squeezed onto your hips. He definitely caught your full attention as soon as he started moving his leg.

You looked at him as he was biting his lip. You really had no idea that Jimin was just talking about treating you with birthday sex and taking you out for dinner later.

He stopped his leg and leaned in for a kiss, as soon as your lips touched you let out a soft moan. No matter how many times you kissed, the feeling of his lips never got old. They were so soft and plump, he looked so submissive when they were red and swollen and he was slightly panting. But this was about you tonight and Jimin was going to make sure you knew that even though it was your birthday, he was still in charge and was gonna treat you tonight.

As the kiss deepened, his hands went to your shirt and unbuttoned it, revealing your dark lace bra. He pulled away and smirked as you removed your shirt, “Mm.. such a good girl. Even on your birthday. Don’t you think you deserve a treat today?”

“Yes Jimin…”

He pulled you onto his lap and leaned forward and latched his lips onto your neck, sucking on the soft skin, leaving trails of his mark behind. You started grinding into him, trying to relieve some of the tension and get some kind of action going. As Jimin bit down onto the skin, you let out a small moan and moved slightly faster while grinding on him.

He’s always been confident while with you, you always let him know how good he is and it just boosts his ego. He pulled away and admired his work, his hands trailed to your hips and he held onto while you slightly pleasured you both on his lap. You unhooked your bra and threw it onto the floor, “Jimin… I need you.”

He picked you up and moved you to your bed. You laid back and he quickly got to pulling off your shorts and panties. He spread your legs open and slowly ran a finger over your entrance, you wetness slid out onto his finger, coating him already and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

His thumb slowly stroked your clit, “(Y/N), can you do what you did last time?”

You quickly nodded, needing Jimin to touch you in any way possible, to give you some relief.

He slid one finger into your opening and pushed it deep before curling it inside of you. You whimpered and pushed against his finger, making it go even deeper. Jimin curled it a few times before pulling it out, only to push another finger in. You prepared yourself as he slowly curled his fingers, getting you ready for the harsh, but amazing, fingering he was about to give you. He raised his eyebrows, asking if he was okay to go and you nodded.

He quickly curled his two fingers causing you to moan loudly. He used some strength and pounded you with his fingers. He pushed them in as deep as he could and curled them as fast as he could, right against that spot that always gets you going.

“Oh fuck! Jimin!” You cried as he quickly pulled his fingers out of you, a trail of your liquids following suit.

“There you go, baby!” He praised, watching as you squirted all over the sheets. He didn’t even mind the mess and pushed his fingers in again, curling then hard and fast. He kept this going longer this time and before he even pulled out his fingers, you squirted uncontrollably.

You whined as you felt the wetness soaking the sheets underneath you. The sensation was warm and you could feel Jimin was trying to move his fingers faster. As he finally pulled them out, you squirted more, and it landed on his shirt, soaking it in the process.

“Such a good girl.” He moaned out as he ran his fingers over your clit. You shivered and pulled on his hair.

“Jimin, your mouth… Please..!” You begged, spreading your legs open wide for him to see.

Without any warning he leans down and latches his plump lips onto your clit. You moan loudly and pull on his hair as he quickly licks your clit. Jimin was so skilled with his mouth and it was impossible to last for long. His arms hooked underneath your thighs and pulled you even closer to his mouth. He sucked harshly on your clit, and that had you coming in less than a minute.

He groaned against you, the vibrations making you even more sensitive as he licked up your cum. Even after that orgasm, he didn’t stop and kept licking from your entrance to your clit, not able to get enough of your taste.

“J-Jimin! Stop!” You whimper, trying to push him away with your shaky hands. He holds your legs in place as he continues to quickly lick over your clit. Your hands grab onto his black hair to try to steady yourself.

“Ah! Fuck!” You yelp and try to calm yourself as you felt the slight tingling sensation in the bottom of your stomach before releasing from his mouth again. He sucked on your clit and shook his head from left to right, causing you to jerk your hips up and for your eyes to water.

“Please Jimin… I can’t..!” You beg and he finally stops his abuse on your poor clit after sucking up all of your sweet cum.

“You taste so good baby, but i cant wait to see what we taste like together. You ready for my cock?” He asks while quickly undressing himself, giving you a moment to come down from your high.

“Yes.. Just please.. Hurry up!” You whine and quickly help him line himself up with your entrance. Your hands go to his back and pull him to you so he pushes into you. Your faces twist with pleasure as your walls clench around him, enveloping his cock in the wet warmness of your pussy.

“Shit (Y/N). Always so tight for my cock.” He grunts as he starts thrusting into you at a good pace. His skin slightly brushed against your clit everytime he thrust and you were getting close again.

“You like that (Y/N)?” He asks right after one particularly hard thrust.

“Yes! Yes! Please Jimin, don’t stop!” You beg and he smirks while pounding into you. Your walls clench before you let go.

Your walls clenched and released around him and your nails dragged down his back. Before you could even come down from your high, Jimin flipped you around and started thrusting into you from behind. The overstimulation made it hard to keep yourself up so he pulled you up by your hair. Your back was pressed against his chest and his hand was gripping your throat.

“You like that baby? When I fuck your little pussy and choke you? Huh?” He growls, slightly squeezing harder as he got closer to his high.

“Yes Jimin, I love it,” you choke out the words as your air was getting cut off. It added to the pleasure and rushed your body to reach its next orgasm. Jimin thrust one last time before releasing his hot seed into your throbbing pussy. You cried out as you tightened around him again, legs shaking from the intense orgasm. He let go of your throat and you gasped for air.

He slowly pulled out of you and collapsed onto the bed, “Holy shit babygirl. You okay?” He looked over at you laying on the side of him catching your breath.

You nodded and rolled over onto his chest, “My fucking legs Park Jimin. They’re sore as fuck.”

He laughed and played with some of your hair, admiring you in the process. “You were the one who said you wanted to fuck for your birthday.”

You pouted but leaned up and softly kissed him on the lips, “Thank you baby. That’s the best fuck we’ve ever had.”

He smiled and moved his hands down to your ass and softly squeezed, before rubbing it. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“So we should prob-” You were cut off as Jimin’s hand harshly slapped your ass. He smirked as you yelped and quickly sat up.

“You’re always supposed to get your ass slapped on your birthday,” he said with a smug look on his face.

“No, not in my world.”

He laughed and pulled you back down and held you down with his left hand while his right hand rubbed your ass slowly.

“21 more to go.” He said, while his hand came down again, making you cry out in pain and pleasure.

“I fucking hate you Park Jimin!”

artsythenintendofreak  asked:

Hi, I'm an aspiring animator, and I wanted to thank you for being such an inspiration for me. Your art is fantastic, and I enjoy your style very much. Do you have any tips for poses? I try and practice, but the more dynamic poses end up looking awkward or stiff. Your stuff always looks so natural and flows nicely.

hello! oh wow thank you very much! Well, i’ve had this same question sent in to me a lot of times now, and I always say the same thing: do lifedrawing. Draw people around you, carry around a small little sketchbook and sketch people in the subway, in the restaurant, in the park! (do it without being creepy tho haha) 

When you do this, you’ll get a gist as to why people look the way they do and how they move etc. (try to do this everyday! go out, and do maybe 10-15 quick sketches. continue for a month and you’ll really see the change)

When you practice, try not to bother yourself with details first! instead, focus on shapes. this will not only help you with poses but also help you learn to draw faster! (2 for the price of 1!!!!) and when i say shapes, i mean think in 3d and start to sort of….sculp it.

Do different poses from normal everyday ones to the dynamic ones. (also, don’t take normal boring poses for granted!) then once you’ve gotten a hang of it, you can start drawing in characters!

you can see i didn’t follow the lines strictly from the original sketch to suit the characters’ style, but it still has the essence of that pose!

be loose! lines and shapes are your best friends! start practicing and you’ll soon find that poses are super fun and addicting to do!

Zodiac facts V

Never look too much for Aries, you might regret it … (i didn’t know how to say it… hope you understand)

Taurus have what they want when they want it.

When Gemini really love, it is with strength and passion.

Cancer are open to try new things.

Leo are sexy without doing it on purpose.

Virgo quickly become annoyed when something is not in their place.

Libra have class.

Scorpio will love you if you are not afraid to stay yourself.

Sagittarius can’t remain too long in a place. They need to move and change their mind.

Capricorn never stop thinking. (maybe a little when they’re sleeping)

Aquarius can be gamblers when in love. (???)

Pisces are admirable for their great heart.

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sorry if u don’t understand something bc of my english :/ :)

001: SILVER LINING

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst

word count: 1,186

description: “Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

note: I kind of decided to start this out of the blue. There are days when I want to write, but I don’t necessarily know what, so that’s why I’m starting this. They won’t be everyday or on a schedule, just purely to test out different aus and such. But yeah, hope you guys enjoy!  ♡ 


Silence.

It had been exactly two hours and twenty-seven minutes of torturous silence.

The only sound that managed to break through was the low hum of the car engine as the landscape turned into miles and miles of endless trees lining both sides of the road. Not even the radio was playing in an attempt to stunt the pained thoughts that you couldn’t seem to stop from cycling through your mind.

One more day. That’s it. That’s all you have left together.

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Bodyguard || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by chimneytaels

AN: This entire imagine Jungkook is called Jeon, just so nobody gets confused

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Angst


Your arms were crossed over your chest as you stared the man across the room down. His eyes were focused anywhere but you, not because he was shy or embarrassed to be around you, but because he didn’t think any of it would be worth his time. The only thing you were to him was another paycheck, and as long as the bills were paid, he had no reason to complain.

On the other hand, you had every right. Ever since your father had hired the Jeon man to watch over you, your life had come to a halt. You were used to going out late at night and partying with strangers, but with him looking after you, you barely got out of the house without a follower. No matter where you went, he was there following after you.

The reason for the meeting now, one between your father and the Jeon man, was because of your latest escape attempts. Jeon had gone to lay down, thinking you had taken a nap and he had let his guard down. You left within seconds of him falling asleep and you thought that you had finally out smarted him, that you were finally going to be able to have a night to yourself.

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I went on two dates recently. 

I had a party, a giant board game night in my studio, and I invited about 10 people, then more and more verbally because it was my first week back from the west coast and I missed these people. 

My friend brought a friend of his. Tall, perfectly square jaw, did I mention tall, dark and handsome. Very tall, and handsome. I told him he looked like a movie star from the 1950s. He texted me the next day, after getting my business card the previous night in hopes of getting his band to play one of my shows. 

We texted a bit. He was inquisitive, curious and open, quick on his feet with my sarcasm. I was hesitant, but I agreed to the date, even altering it to include the small theater down the street from the bar we would meet at. He put his arm around me in the theater and I didn’t feel the panic of a stranger touching me. It was comfortable, no pressure or exception, just two slightly too tall for the tiny theaters seats, trying not to laugh and get comfortable. 

That second meeting, a so called first date, went well enough to warrant a kiss at the end of the night. It didn’t compare to a searing kiss I’d received a year before from what I can only settle to call a lead singer/bad boy. But there was something so sweet and reassuring about this man. Man. Boy. I’m turing 28 this year, and he just turned 22. The years separating us much less than the number of times my stomach twisted about it. 

I’ve never, in my entire dating career dated a 22 year old. Not even when I was 22.

But, I realized the extreme distance in our lifestyles shortly into our 2nd date, and over the course of a few hours dreaded the determination in my gut not to alter this sweet, handsome face. His plans, his passions, so unlike mine. I want to flip a house. I want to build something from crumbling somethings. I wanted to find a career that was fitting to my desire to be outside but to make things beautiful. 

I want to charge, chin up, into challenges because they call to me. I don’t need a lot of money, but happiness and hard work. He wanted to be swept up in love, deep and challenging. I was challenging. I was attractive. I laughed in the face of something that scared me, and continued laughing when I got more scared. And he stared at me, my lips, and my eyes, and my collar bones. The way my hands moved, and that I swigged gin straight from the bottle the night he met me.  

I didn’t want to break or bend him, because he already seemed so willing to bend for me. 

Two dates in and he already confessed that he would do whatever I liked, Whatever I wanted. Dinners, dates, a summer of one sided affection had I chose that… That kind of free reign makes certain people tyrants, not lovers. Not parters.  Yes, you can guide a young lover into a better person, or you can alter their personality to an unnatural degree. They become a pleaser. I’ve been there. I did that, because a handsome man 8 years my senior gave me the kind of affection and attention that gets you drunk off life. That makes you watch movies, listen to music you never liked when you were alone, and spend Sundays doing what they wanted. 

I don’t, nor have I ever, want to sweep someone up in my being. I want to sweep each other away, and stand up, soaking wet laughing and grinning in joy at the next challenge. 

I think about the three specific men I’ve dated in my 27 years that have truly challenged me. To seek more, to move, to fight, to be more. They still do, in their absence from my life. I am more. I am so much. I don’t realize it when I look in the mirror. 

I realize it when I leave a little tiny, speck of myself with someone I could have settled with.  Or maybe changed a little bit. It’s not about change it’s about growth. It’s about the distances you travel together without even realizing it, until you see the mile markers that mark your never ending trip to “home”.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that… dating sucks. Because even when it’s okay. You have to communicate with yourself more than anyone else, before you damage yourself and others.

Who you are doesn’t matter.
— 

“Mary Morstan”, Murderer, Gaslighter, and Abuser (The Final Problem)

Gaslighting: a definition: 

A form of abuse that centres around destabilising the victim’s perception of reality and devalues said person’s experiences and feelings. This can be done in private or in front of other parties. In the latter case, the victim is also humiliated and devalued in front of someone else. 

Typical statements of gaslighting: 

Victim: I’m cold. 
Gaslighter: It’s not cold in here. 

Victim: It’s been about fifteen minutes. 
Gaslighter: No it hasn’t. It’s only been three minutes. 

Victim: I’m really upset about this! 
Gaslighter: No you’re not. 

Gaslighter: It doesn’t matter how you feel. It doesn’t matter what you want. Who you are doesn’t matter. What you perceive isn’t real. 

Mary gaslights John in the majority of their canonical interactions. I’ve posted about this before, but their opening scene in HLV is classic gaslighting. 

John: Look, is it Sherlock Holmes you want? Because I’ve not seen him in ages.
Mary: About a month. 

Correcting his perceptions in front of a third party.

Kate: Who’s Sherlock Holmes?
Mary: (To John): See? That does happen.

And again. 

Mary: Seriously?
John: Why not? She’s not going to the police. Someone’s got to get him.
Mary: Why you?
John: I’m being neighbourly.
Mary: Since when?

Questioning his motives. Then there’s this lovely bit: 

Mary: Why are you being so…
John (while physically trying to leave the scene): What?
Mary: I don’t know. What’s the matter with you?
John (yelling): There is nothing the matter with me. Imagine I said that without shouting.
Mary: I’m trying. 

Now Mary has belittled John to the point of anger, leading to him attempting to leave the scene, and with her last line here, makes it seem as though John is the aggressor. That’s another classic move. She hasn’t succeeded in getting him to apologise yet, but that’s the eventual aim: to make John feel as though he was in the wrong all along. Then Mary makes it clear that John isn’t going to be permitted to leave without her and tries to expressly forbid him from going. He gives in and Mary not only comes, but drives - she takes over. If that isn’t enough, she then points and laughs at the tyre lever John gets out of the trunk. 

Mary: What is that??
John: It’s a tyre lever.
Mary: Why?

Why indeed, Mary? Why would John Watson want to arm himself upon going into a smack house? Why ask that, except to belittle John still more, make him feel ridiculous? This behaviour continues throughout Mary’s actual life. She doesn’t feel, upon having shot John’s best friend in the heart, any need to apologise, and she feels completely justified in castigating John over not having spoken to her in months (again, the aggressor turning the tables on the victim here). She refers to John and Sherlock as a dog and a pig at various times. She insinuates that their friendship is only possible with her there to broker it. She traps John into a pregnancy that was clearly a surprise to him. She uses her own death scene to manipulate John into feeling guilty, citing that her alias of “Mary Morstan” was her favourite one ever, while still owning ninja assassin outfits, firearms, and drug-infused papers like a Cold War spy. She literally tells Sherlock to get himself killed or kill himself, “go to hell, Sherlock”, she snarls in a video that magically pre-dates her death. 

“Go to hell, Sherlock.” - “Mary Morstan”, The Six Thatchers

And now, not only does Mary Morstan claim credit for having “created” a friendship that managed to survive despite everything she did to them both, but the creators of this monstrous character have validated it, as @constancecream posted here. Who they are doesn’t matter. Who they were before Mary ever came into their lives doesn’t matter. They’re whatever she says they are. The creators are gaslighting the audience through their precious ninja assassin/mommy in turned-up jeans/Mary Sue. 

We observed: a woman who shot Sherlock in the heart, who lied to John from start to finish, who uses gaslighting and reverse psychology (”if you read it, you won’t love me anymore”) to bend him to her will. We were told that consequences don’t matter when you’re Mary Morstan; they only matter when you’re Sherlock Holmes. We were told that Sherlock and John being on the side of the angels doesn’t matter when it comes to the women they “need” to be with - someone who murders for personal gain, and an employee of Moriarty’s who betrayed her nation for personal benefit. We were told that being evil only matters if you’re male; otherwise it’s sexy or cute or both. We were told that our observations were wrong: Mary was never a villain - hey, nobody’s perfect! Mr & Mrs Psychopath it is! This isn’t the only place they did this to us. We were shown a tarmac scene so starkly sober and heartbreaking that we barely batted an eyelash at Moriarty’s seeming return. And then they told us it was all a silly drug trip, whee, are those ginger nuts????, and it left a flat taste in our mouths. Because we were told that what we saw wasn’t what we had really seen after all.

What we saw isn’t what we saw. What we observed doesn’t matter. Who Mary really is doesn’t matter. Who Sherlock and John already were doesn’t matter. Listen to nothing but Mary’s voice; that’s all that matters. 

They gaslit us. 

anonymous asked:

phil’s been grumpy & having an attitude all day so dan wears really pretty short black lacy rompers that shows his bum perfectly and phil is drooling but dan walks around and is all “nah don’t touch me” and teases but never gives in until phil just looses it and rips it off of him and fucks him on the nearest surface until he couldn’t walk the next morning

I’m so sorry this took so long but it’s done! These are the pair I wrote him in, if you’re interested. Also I threw in some dirty talk for good luck.

Phil’s been in a mood all morning and frankly, Dan’s over it. He could tell it was going to be one of these seasonal Grumpy Phil days from the moment the older boy woke up. Dan was already down in the kitchen making his first of many coffees when Phil came padding down the stairs, looking like a hurricane had taken him during the night; black hair mussed up in a sort-of quiff, glasses askew, and a face like thunder. Dan’s greatest fear was confirmed when he had handed Phil his mug of coffee and hadn’t received his usual kiss of thanks, but instead a vague grunt. He’d then just shuffled into the lounge and collapsed onto the couch, and when Dan asked if he wanted to watch the new Attack on Titan episode he’d just grumbled a ‘sure, whatever’.

It’s not that Phil is particularly nasty when he’s in these moods – not like Dan, who can make you cry with one look when he’s shitty – but he’s just no fun. He just sulks quietly to himself for a day or so before bouncing back to his energetic self as if nothing happened. Admittedly, Dan thought it was horrifically cute the first few times it happened, cooing over Phil’s jutted bottom lip and furrowed eyebrows. But they’ve been together near on eight years now and Dan still hasn’t figured out what puts Phil in this mood or how to get him out of it, and that’s probably the most frustrating part of it all.

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Ride Me (M) ~ Jungkook

I wrote this at 2 am and a mystic messenger chat opened so I delayed writing oops

Originally posted by purelyjimin

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 1.3k

SMUT WARNING

Jungkook had an obsession. Being young, his hormones ran wild. Meaning that Jungkook was horny all the time. Before concerts, after concerts, while filming ‘Bangtan Gayo’, everywhere.

But that was only part of it. His sex drive was extremely high, not that you minded, but it was high enough that you had to at least give him a blowjob daily.

Jungkook loved anything to do with riding. He wasn’t always submissive, but when you were getting him off, riding in some way always came out of his mouth.

‘Ride my face.’

‘Ride my cock, babygirl.’

‘Ride my thigh, I know you like that.’

Today, it was almost a repeat of last night. Except that it never got boring. He always made sure you enjoyed it, throwing in new kinks frequently. They were in the middle of filming for the 14th episode of Bangtan Gayo. During a short break, Jungkook sent you a text.

'I miss you.’

You looked up from your chair, locking eyes with him immediately. The hair stylist was adjusting his hair, with a comb before walking away, trading places with the makeup artist. She handed him his chapstick, letting him apply it while the reapplied a little bit of his concealer. His eyes were on you and as soon as she took the chapstick and walked away, he smirked and raised and eyebrow at you.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, deciding not to text him back for a few minutes. When he realized you didn’t type a reply, his eyebrows furrowed and he took his seat. As soon as they started filming, Jungkook was focused on the game. Jimin was currently guessing what Seokjin had drawn when you sent him a text.

'Really Jungkookie? What should i do about that?’

He jumped as he felt his phone vibrate and he wanted to see what it said. He turned to the side, out of the cameras view and quickly unlocked his phone, reading the text.

He scoffed and typed a reply in only a few seconds, 'You know what I want. Be ready for when we get home.’

And he turned around and acted like nothing happened, quickly getting back into filming.

“Chim? (Spit)” Jimin guessed, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to comprehend what in the world Seokjin was drawing.

“ChimChim?” Jungkook laughed as he already knew what Seokjin was drawing. Jimin only guessed one correctly and it was Taehyung’s turn. You rolled your eyes, surprised on how he switched so quickly. He crossed one leg over the other and left his hands in his lap, and thats when you started smirking. He could feel your gaze and you watched as he avoided it completely, trying to joke around with Namjoon to get rid of his boner.

You were proud as he stood up, he wasn’t hard. You smiled to yourself as he shot a quick glance at you, showing off how he quickly got himself under control. They finished the episode and as soon as he got to leave, he grabbed onto you and went home as quickly as possible.

“Yah. Someone’s eager.” You smirk as he pulls you into the house. You’ll even admit that you were wet, Jungkook had you thinking the entire time.

He quickly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. You squealed and wrapped your legs around his waist, hanging onto him for dear life. He laughed and laid you down, beginning to kiss you softly. You hummed into the kiss as his hands began to roam your body. They went down to your hips and he flipped you both over so you were above him.

“Undress,” he ordered.

You quickly pulled off your shirt and unclipped your bra, leaving you with just your jeans and panties. Jungkook’s jeans were tight and black, practically suffocating his cock. But he held on as you pulled off your jeans and panties, throwing them onto the ground with your other clothes.

“Ride my thigh,” he sighs, placing you directly on it. A leg was on either side and he smirked as he watched what the hardness of the muscles did to you immediately. You adjusted your position slightly before beginning to move back and forth, rubbing your clit against his clothed thigh. Jungkook leaned forward and began sucking on your neck, leaving dark red marks on the skin. He bit down on the skin of your collarbone, and then ran his tongue over it, slightly soothing the now broken blood vessels.

You moaned out at the pain but the pleasure you felt at once, you began moving faster and made sure that your clit came in direct contact with his jeans. He flexed his thigh as you moved, the sudden hardness of the clothed muscle against your clit making you whine.

“You like when I do that? Huh,” he flexed his thigh again and you bit your lip, feeling yourself nearing your high. He continued to flex it and just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he grabbed onto your hips and stopped you from moving.

“Sit on my face.“

“What?”

“You heard me, do what I said.”

You nodded and moved up to hover his face. Your hands went to the headboard and his arms hooked around your thighs, locking you in place. Without a warning, he pulled you down and ran his tongue from your entrance to your clit, circling over the bud of nerves before sucking on it. You shivered and moaned, trying to move with the pace of his tongue but he held onto you tightly so that you were unable to move. He groaned at your taste, the wetness was dripping onto his tongue and he licked it all up. Jungkook pushed his tongue into your entrance and you cried out his name, “Jungkook! Oh!”

Continuing the same pattern as before, he hummed against your clit sending waves of pleasure through your body. You saw stars as your orgasm washed over you, legs shaking in the process.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough of you. He loved the taste of you and kept licking over your entrance until he collected all of the cum he could.

“Good girl. You took that well,” he compliments as you literally rip his clothes off. As soon as he felt your hands on his shaft, he almost exploded.

“(Y/N), don’t. The only place I’ll be coming tonight is inside of you. Ride me,” he says, voice almost dropping an octave.

You nod and quickly line him up with your entrance, slowly sliding down on him. He didn’t give you any time to adjust and started helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Jungkook knew he wouldn’t last long at all, his thumb quickly rubbed your clit as he thrust up to meet your hips, pushing even deeper and right against your spot. He held on as long as he possibly could, determined to get you to cum first.

“Ah! Jungkook!” You cried, walls clenching around him during your release. You could feel his cock twitch as he groaned, releasing into you, slightly whimpering as you tightened around his sensitive member. You could feel the warmth of his cum as it laced your walls with as much as it could.

As you lifted yourself off of him, you softly sighed at the feeling of his cum, slowly sliding out of your entrance. He groaned and turned away, “Go shower before you make me hard again.”

You slid your fingers over your entrance and collected his cum on them before sucking on your fingers in front of him.

“Aish, go do what I told you,” he rolls his eyes and covers his face. Only removing them when he’s sure you walked out of the room and into the shower.