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anonymous asked:

Hello, yes, hi, I recently found your art and account and I love what you do. I'm turning 14 in April and I've asked for a drawing pad, but I have no idea how to use one as of yet. Have you got any tips or anything? Because I've wanted to try digital art for a while and your art makes me want to even more lmao. Thanks! - B.A.

BOI OH BOI DO I GOT SOME TIPS FOR U <3

(I’m not sure what kind of comp you’re going to be using, so I’ll list for both.)

FIRST: Drawing Programs; the free and the great.

-Firealpaca: Lightweight drawing program. I draw Recovery using this! It’s easy on the RAM if you have a weak comp/are paranoid about yours like I am, it is mainly for basic comic making, and has all the basic brushes you need (pen/pencil/airbrush/symmetry/etc). You can add your own brushes as well but they’re p basic settings. Has basic Animation/Gif making as well using Onion Mode! Layout is a piece of cake. Please note that If you leave it open for a week it’ll crash on you, even if you haven’t anything on it at the moment, and sometimes the brush sensitivity just stops working so you just have to close and then open it again. (Also I have no idea how to update it aside from deleting it completely and just downloading the new version from scratch, so thats a thing.) Mac/Windows

-MedibangPaint: This is basically FireAlpaca But Better. Has tons of screen tones, brush patterns, and tools. I don’t use it much because I’m used to FA’s layout and get confused with the the placement of tools in here, so if you can I highly suggest just going with this first. Also has basic animation/gif making! Has storage for the website as well, and you can upload more preset brushes. It’s v anime. This program has waaay more in terms of basically everything, so it just takes more RAM. NBD, you don’t have to have every brush downloaded from the storage ^u^. Mac/Windows

-Clip Studio Paint: Okay this one isn’t free, it’s a pricey one, HOWEVER once a year they take the price way fuckin down by at least 75%. Sign up for the email list and it’ll let you know when that precious day comes. It’s how I got it @u@, around christmastime? This program is basically MedibangPaint On Steroids. I do all of my digital-yet-tradition-style-painting on here! The brushes all have some neat af settings to play with, you can make your own brushes, has tons of screen tones, pre-made panels, and settings. You can save projects as basically anything you need, is a hardy program that almost never crashes, and It’ll take a nice chunk of space on your comp depending on how much memory you have but hey, its worth it. It’s much more complex layout-wise than the other two here, but you get used to it after playing around and watching tutorials haha.

-Mischief: It’s a 25$ app, has like four brushes and five layers only but is vector-based with an endless canvas. Not really worth having unless you like the vector thing. UP TO YOU. I spent forever with this one doing all that homestuck stuff, so it’s not really bad so much as it is a basic bitch. Mac

-MyPaint: I used this a bunch when I still did digital art on my windows laptop before I upgraded to a Mac. It’s easy on the comp and has plenty of brushes and settings. You can also get brush packages if you don’t feel like you have enough that comes with the program! Also has endless canvas; pretty sure you can just select an area and then export as is. I barely remember the rest but It’s pretty great. Windows/MacPorts(which I hate)

-GIMP: I hate this thing. I cannot figure it out for the life of me. It’s got loads of shit though, can handle layers, has plenty of brushes, and can do basic animation/gifs if you ever figure it out. Windows/mac

I’ve heard good things from paint tool SAI and Krita as well, but have never used them myself.

***You can always pay through the nose/use a student discount for the photoshop series and pay that shit monthly, those fuckers have literally everything, but I am a cheap college kid making minimum wage with a car payment; I’d rather just pay once/not at all.

TABLETS: treat that shit like a newborn babe 24/7

-I have literally only ever owned a Wacom Intuos4. It has lasted me six years, and at least five moves across many miles. I broke one of the cord ports the day I opened it by holding it wrong, have one left, and now treat it like it’s going to die if the cord moves badly. Please be aware that if you break both ports, you better either sodder it back together yourself or upgrade to smth else because it costs about as much as the tablet itself was bought at to be fixed. Good news, though, it comes with at least six extra pen nibs, has programable buttons on the side (that I have never bothered to use) and a scroll bar in case you’re too lazy to use the keyboard (…I don’t really use that either unless I’m just scrolling through tumblr LMFAO).

-I would die for a Cintiq.

HOT TIPS: its useful.

-most of the programs listed use the same keyboard shortcuts. MEMORIZE THEM. It’s pretty easy, since you’ll use em a lot. [cntrl/cmmd+T] lets you resize what you just drew on that layer, and [cntrl/cmmd+z] is undo. I use those the most, for obvious reasons.

-vector-based programs are pretty great because when you resize an image it looks prefect. You can’t do that with a program that isn’t, so I just resize the base roughdraft and draw the lineart again on the layer above so I don’t get weird JPEG quality lines.

-You can use a ruler with your tablet, just slap it on and go, but honestly most programs have settings for that. just use those.

-You can also trace stuff on your tablet, so long as the paper isn’t too thick. I just scan/take a photo and then open it up in the program, though. much easier.

-SAVE CONSTANTLY. Art programs like to crash on you, even when they’re hardy and you have a good comp. make it a habit to quick save your work.

-Use a desk and have good posture. You’ll be able to draw a hell of a lot longer if you do. I personally keep fucking up my knees by sitting on my legs as I work out of habit, and don’t actually have a desk chair. Keep your screen at eye level and at a fair distance to prevent eyestrain and also neck-strain haha

-Chances are you won’t be used to the tablet right away. Most places you buy from say it’ll take a couple of months to get used to how weird it is to draw while not looking at your own hand, so don’t be frustrated If your drawings look a bit off at first.

-if you draw at least one thing every day, by the end of the year you’ll have improved exponentially. I literally made this blog to make myself draw once a day.

-don’t be afraid to check out speedpaints and tutorials. It’s always good to get more familiar with the program you’re using and new techniques previously unconsidered.

-get familiar with clipping layers. They are insanely useful; you clip one layer to the one below and then when you draw it only shows up on the drawing of that layer below. Shit is a godsend if you’re bad at coloring in the lines/lazy. The bucket tool is also really useful, and you can adjust the expansion by pixel so you don’t miss anything between the lines.

-experiment with your brushes, shit be fun af

-warmup your wrists before and after drawing. prevent swollen veins and such. dont want hand pain/numbness, its reaaaaally bad.

—basically if your hands hurt stop for the day.

-PNGS are for internet, JPEGS are for printing/fucking with quality (cough hack homestuck)

-resolution doesn’t have to be much more than 350 dpi if its just going to be on a webpage. Maximize that shit if you’re going to be printing, though. Especially if you put stuff on redbubble.

-DeviantArt has this thing called Sta.sh where you can dump art, keep it in perfect quality and just share it with certain people with a link instead of all of the website. Great for storing commission pieces, its the only reason I have DA in the first place.

-you get a different audience depending on what site you use for posting art, so keep that in mind for the kind of feedback you want.

-after awhile of drawing using a tablet, you may lose patience/forget that in traditional art there isn’t an undo button lmfao It’s cool; you don’t have to choose one over the other or anything.

-Honestly you can work around almost anything. You just invent new ways and techniques for yourself and you’ll do just fine.

Aaaaand that’s all I got for today! Thanks for sticking around <3

anonymous asked:

did you really think american sniper was a bad movie or was that a joke

OOOOOOooo BOY alright 

american sniper is about Chris Kyle     

Chris Kyle was the most lethal sniper in US history

  • He killed over 160 people singlehandedly
  • In his book, Kyle clearly states that he thought the enemies were savages and despicably evil
  • he thought killing was “fun”
  • “I couldn’t give a flying fuck about the Iraqis.”
  • He stated he regrets that he didn’t kill more people
  • Kyle was a hate filled KILLER 
  • “ much of the US right wing appears to have seized upon Sniper with similarly shallow comprehension – treating it with the same unconsidered, rah-rah reverence that they would the national anthem or the flag itself. Only a few weeks into its release, the film has been flattened into a symbol to serve the interests of an ideology that, arguably, runs counter to the ethos of the film itself. ” eastwood let this happen. he painted the film in grey. IT WASNT GREY. ITS WRONG. CHRIS KYLE WAS WRONG. HE SHOULD HAVE PORTRAYED THAT CLEAR AS DAY. HE DECIDED NOT TO.
  • bottomline he killed women, children, and men and is being fucking defended 

this film is making people do this (WARNING:OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, HATE TOWARDS THE MIDDLE EAST)

clint eastwood

also lazy ass filmmaking 

  • THAT FAKE BABY. I KNOW THIS ISNT IMPORTANT BC THE THINGS ABOVE WHAT IVE SAID. BUT. COMEON. THEY COULDA GOT A REAL BABY. i have a theory tht all the babies they tried to bring on set wouldnt stop crying bc they didnt want to be in this awful eastwood movie so they gave up on using a REAL CHILD.

all this stuff can be googled to support what I’ve said. American Sniper should not win a single thing and Clint should Stop and Go Away. 

******People need to realize that you CAN support your country while thinking critically about its actions and its citizenry

pensive-rambler-blog  asked:

Why do you refer to American Sniper as hate-mongering? Because the film is about fighting in a war-zone in the Middle East? Not sure why it bothers you so much

For sooooo many reasons my friend. But where to start?!

Well, as waltass recently said:
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Chris Kyle was the most lethal sniper in US history

  • He killed over 200 people singlehandedly
  • In his book, Kyle clearly states that he thought the enemies were savages and despicably evil
  • he thought killing was “fun”
  • “I couldn’t give a flying fuck about the Iraqis.”
  • He stated he regrets that he didn’t kill more people
  • Kyle was a hate filled KILLER 
  • “ much of the US right wing appears to have seized upon Sniper with similarly shallow comprehension – treating it with the same unconsidered, rah-rah reverence that they would the national anthem or the flag itself. Only a few weeks into its release, the film has been flattened into a symbol to serve the interests of an ideology that, arguably, runs counter to the ethos of the film itself. ” eastwood let this happen. he painted the film in grey. IT WASNT GREY. ITS WRONG. CHRIS KYLE WAS WRONG. HE SHOULD HAVE PORTRAYED THAT CLEAR AS DAY. HE DECIDED NOT TO.
  • bottomline he killed women, children, and men and is being fucking defended

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And I found this nasty excerpt from Chris Kyle’s book last night on twitter:

I know a lot of ppl are gonna come at me saying shit like “Well he was a SEAL and needed to be this way” and I’m gonna look you straight in the eye and tell you that’s irrelevant. I object not to the fact that such ppl exist to be depicted. I object to HOW this particular man was depicted at this particular time in history as a fucking hero. As though white ppl killing Brown ppl and calling them “savages” is ever okay, but especially now!?!? I mean, REALLY?!?!?!? WE SEE YOU!!!!

Yeah this is not a word to be applied to human beings, EVER! It’s literally DEhumanizing. But watching this movie, you would certainly get the impression that all of this dehumanizing, murderous, racist, and generally islamophobic shit was great. This is why I call this movie Hate Mongering. It is the very definition of hate propoganda:

The fact that the movie relies on depictions of murder and hate for sales without any critical thought about them is problematic and needs calling out. And I am not saying that the law should stop ppl from making shit like this. I am saying that ppl should be better on their own. THEY SHOULD KNOW BETTER. And when they aren’t better than this, they will have to face the criticism and consequences of their actions. Maybe if they know this shit won’t fly, they will stop making it.

So, this is kinda the story. I’m pretty sure there are more reasons that I’m forgetting atm but I figure I’ve made my point. If anyone else wants to add to this, I’d be ecstatic. Cheers!

359 The Thinker

The lifelong mission of a 359 is to unite opposition, find compromise, and create workable solutions in otherwise conflicting and disagreeable situations. With both 3 and 9 orienting themselves to the outside world, and 5 seeking security within, the 359 type is particularly well suited to finding previously unseen middle ground between two polar opposites. 3 seeks to impress, and 9 seeks to calm, and with the push from 5 to always try to understand, this type is never satisfied leaving a question unconsidered. This type can also become too withdrawn at times, pulling away from the outside world and seeking comfort within the fantasy of trying understand everything. 359s can also sometimes withhold from those they are closest to as a form of trying to maintain control, rather than letting their 9 guide them in cooperation and mediation.

(description by @naughty-nanny)

➥ Vocabulary Tips - Adjectives Part 2

Feelings Adjectives


「positive

  • nice - agreeable, pleasant, enjoyable, pleasing, pleasurable, good, comfortable, cozy, comfy, homely, delightful.
  • brave - bold, brave, courageous, fearless, valiant, gallant, braveness, nerve.
  • calm -  tranquility, quiet, peace, ease, quietness, quietly, peaceful, pacifist, pacific, passive, amicable.
  • gentle - kind, mild, soft, quiet, light, docile, smooth, tender, delicate, sensitive.
  • eager -  impatient, enthusiastic, anxious, overeager, raring,  longing, wishful, impatient.
  • happy -  glad, fortunate, blissful, joyous, delighted, contented, euphoric, cheerful, bright, cheery, beamish, jolly, lively.
  • obedient - submissive, compliant, docile, conformable, manipulable. 
  • proud - braggy, prideful, proud of overproud, boastful, immodest, chesty, arrogant, pleased, braggart.
  • relieved - alleviated, eased, glad, thankful.
  • silly - sappy, foolish, lightheaded, frivolous, airheaded, goofy, stupid, dumb.
  • victorious - triumphant, successful, prosperous, undefeated.
  • hungry - famished, starved, thirsty, dry.
  • clean - washed, unstained, tidy, dry-cleaned, fresh, scrubbed, water-washed, pure, purity, virginal, plain, unmixed, sheer, unadulterated, pureness.

「negative

  • angry - maddened, enraged, ireful, angered, furious, choleric, infuriated, mad, nervous, stormy, livid, outraged, indignant, grumpy, fierce, violent.
  • panicky - worried, scary, scared, afraid, terrified, disturbed, frightned, afflicted, troubled, concerned.
  • bewildered - stunned, amazed, astonished, surprised, puzzled, perplexed, confused, dumbfounded, haunted.
  • clumsy -  clumsy, awkward, uncoordinated, graceless, inelegant, inept, maladroit, unskillful.
  • embarrassed - ashamed, mortfied, humiliated, sheepish, red-faced, blushing, blushful, discomposed, rosy.
  • repulsive - obnoxious, itchy, detestable, offensive, obscene, repugnant, hideous.
  • sad - sorrowful, bittersweet, melancholic, tragical, wistful, tragic, mournful, paiful, unhappy, distressing, upset, distressed
  • jealous - envious, overjealous.
  • thoughtless - unconsidered, inconsiderate, reckless, giddy, rash, sloppy, unwary, 
  • tense -  uptight, edgy, nervy, overstrung, highly strung, strained.
  • filthy - unclean, dirty, messy, putrid, stinking, grubby, squalid, nasty, disgusting, unpleasant, distasteful, decadent, indulgent, dusty.
  • dangerous - alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous.

Sound Adjectives 

  • loud - deafening, noisy, screeching, thundering, hissing.
  • melodic - honeyed, melodious, sweetish, sweet.
  • quiet - voiceless, whispering, faint, inaudible, soft.
  • husky - raspy, gravelly, rough, scratchy, hoarse, thick.  

Taste Adjectives

  • bitter - tart.
  • delicious - fresh, greasy, nutritious, yummy.
  • hot - warm, heated, melted.
  • icy - cold, frozen.
  • rotten - burnt. 
  • salty - salted, briny, brackish, corned
  • strong -  vigorous, consistent, corpulent.
  • sweet - sugary, honeyed, dulcet, mellifluous, bland.
  • tasteless - insipid, flavorless, flavourless, vapid, flat.

Quantity Adjectives

  • abundant - many, numerous,  plentiful, ample, profuse, rich, generous, large, huge, great, overflowing, in plenty, in abundance.
  • full - filled, filled up, filled to capacity, filled to the brim, brimming, brimful, occupied.
  • empty - vacant, unoccupied, uninhabited, untenanted, bare, desolate, deserted, abandoned.
  • few - sparse,  a small number, a handful, one or two, a couple, two or three, not many, hardly any.
  • substantial - considerable, significant, important, notable, major, valuable.

Time Adjectives

  • ancient - old, advanced in years, up in years, long.
  • brief - quick, rapid, short, swift, fast, sudden, immediate, instant, instantaneous, abrupt, hasty, hurried.
  • early - untimely, premature, unseasonable, before time.
  • late - behind schedule, behind time, behindhand, tardy, running late, overdue, belated, delayed.


➥ Vocabulary Tips Masterlist


if you have other adjectives that fit this topic, just send me a message.

‘Let us say ten minutes to run from the cove to the tower, and…’
‘Allow twenty, if you please,’ said Stephen. ‘You portly men of a sanguine complexion often die suddenly, from unconsidered exertion in the heat. Apoplexy - congestion.’
‘I wish, I wish you would not say things like that, Doctor,’ said Jack, in a low tone: they all looked at Stephen with some reproach and Jack
added, ‘Besides, I am not portly.’
‘The captain has an uncommon genteel figgar,’ said Mr Marshall.’
— 

Master and Commander

Of course you’re not portly, Jack. Your figure is surpassingly genteel.

The Tale of Harecules

So earlier today I got bored and was looking through old Hercules au art. And then I wrote this. Enjoy :)

@trashasaurusrex @judylavernehopps


Long ago, the world was ruled by almighty powers. Merciless, omnipotent, capricious beings full of arrogance. These hateful Titans ruled unchallenged, preying upon the land and it’s denizens, draining it of resources and leaving their subjects to starve and die while they sat in the luxury of their realms, leaving only to sow more terror among the land. But that would soon change. These beings, while almost invincible, made one tragic mistake. One careless, unconsidered action which brought about their downfall. They reproduced. Except, their offspring was different, unlike them, possessing fur, teeth, and claws, the aspects of ordinary mammals, but the powers of their parents. These Titans soon realized their mistake, but it was too late. Their children, led by the mighty lion Zeus, cast them out. They locked their parents in a pit of inescapable darkness entombed beneath the ocean floor and deep in the underworld: Tartarus. Not only were the Titans incapable of breaking free from their prison, Tartarus was only accessible when all the planets aligned, and then only for a few moments. The Titans had fallen and their children became the Gods, far more benevolent and kind beings, happy to help their subjects so long as an appropriate sacrifice was made. However, much like their parents, the Gods made several mistakes. The worst of which was that of Zeus, the fearless leader who finally cast out the Titans. As the eldest of his three brothers and the most powerful, he christened himself lord of the skies, the most powerful of the gods. He gifted the domain of the ocean to his brother Poseidon, who was a mighty sea lion and greatly appreciated his brother’s gift. And then there was Hades. The runt. The baby. The weird one. Hades’ domain was to be the underworld, a dark and desolate place where the souls of the dead gathered in droves, forever circling in a bottomless pool. Zeus and the rest of the Gods receded to the heavens to build Mount Olympus, an inspiring and wondrous edifice that was beautiful beyond comprehension. Hades was left to the Underworld. To his dark palace. To his schemes. He vowed revenge upon his brothers and the other gods for the way that they had wronged him. He would take his revenge and bring about the downfall of the Gods! And much like the downfall of the Titans, it all began with a child.


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Zeus looked down fondly at the little bunny laying in the crib.
“I guess you take after your mother,” He said, tickling the kit’s stomach with the tip of his claw, “Don’t you sweetheart?” Hera rushed up to him and pulled his paw away from the sleeping kit.
“Don’t wake her Zeus!” His wife hissed, “Do you know how hard it is to get her to sleep?” Zeus just smiled at her, admiring the beautiful, glowing bunny. He draped an arm over her shoulder and pulled her closer to him.
“That’s our daughter.” He whispered softly, enchanted by the sleeping bunny, “What should we name her.” Hera leaned against Zeus and thought for a moment.
“I like Judy.” She said quietly. Zeus frowned.
“Judy isn’t really a god’s name is it? What about Harecules? Now that’s a god’s name!”
“She isn’t just a god Zeus.” Hera scolded, “She’s also our daughter.”
“Ok how about this,” He began, “We’ll name her Judy, and the mortals can call her Harecules.”
“Alright.” Hera replied with a smile, “You’ve got yourself a deal.” Zeus chuckled and pulled a medallion out of his pocket.
“What are you doing?” Hera asked curiously as Zeus began tracing his finger over the back of the medallion. He smiled and held it up for her to see. On one side was a storm cloud and lighting bolt. The sign of Zeus. But on the other side was an engraved name: Judy. Zeus bent over and placed the amulet gently around the Judy’s neck. He stood back up and he and Hera watched Judy sleep for a few more minutes.
“Good night Judy.” Hera whispered as they left the room, “We’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“So will everyone else.” Zeus remarked after they had left the room, “Everyone’s excited for the party.”
“What party?” Hera said sharply, “Why is there a party?”
“We have to celebrate Judy’s birthday dear!” Zeus defended himself, “The god’s have to meet their next queen!”
“Fine.” Hera muttered sourly, “But you better stay away from the Muses!”
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The next day began with the one thing even the gods couldn’t avoid. Traffic. The lines to enter Mount Olympus stretched the height of the mountain, with every god and magical being eager to meet the daughter of Zeus and Hera. Of course, at the very top of the mountain, the birthday party was in full swing. All of the major gods were already on Mount Olympus and the festivities had started as soon as possible. Judy’s crib was placed on the pedestal of honor, which quickly became surrounded by a mountain of gifts that grew with the coming of each guest. Zeus eyed some of the gifts that the other gods brought nervously. Athena, a wily arctic fox, had brought a helm of wisdom, meant to bestow craftiness and intelligence upon its wearer. Poseidon had brought a seashell that allowed Judy to breath under water so she could visit her uncle’s kingdom. Even Dionysus, that lazy little sloth, brought her a bottomless golden chalice! Zeus began to feel self-conscious and upstaged at his own party. Until he had an idea.
“Ladies and Gentlemammals,” He projected, the crowd quieting instantly, “Thank you all for coming to celebrate the birth of my daughter Judy. And thank you all for your generous gifts to her. And with that in mind, I would like you all to behold the gift I have for her.”
With that, Zeus began to pull wisps of cloud from the air, creating the rough outline of an unknown creature. His brow furrowed in concentration, Zeus shaped two wings and four spindly legs, the cloud beginning to take shape. With one final manipulation, Zeus released his power and the cloud formation solidified and became a winged horse.
“This is Pegasus.” Zeus said proudly, holding the strange creature aloft for all to see, “He will serve as a friend and guide to my daughter and will carry her wherever she needs to go.” The assembled gods let out hollers of appreciation while they applauded Zeus’s work and Pegasus let out a yawn and unfurled his feathery wings, earning further applause from the crowd. Zeus smiled to himself and put Pegasus in the crib besides Judy. The baby bunny regarded the strange creature curiously. And then head-butted it with all her might. The assemblage giggled as Pegasus rocked backwards dizzily, only to return the head-butt just as hard. Judy gurgled and grabbed Pegasus by the neck, hugging him tightly causing him to gasp for air. All the gods watched silently as the two friends met for the first time. But the moment was suddenly broken by a lone god clapping.
“What an adorable little thing!”
Everyone turned to face the newcomer and gasped. Standing there, in dark, grey robes, his head wreathed in a halo of unearthly blue flames, was Hades.
“Hades!” Zeus shouted happily, “I’m so glad you could make it.”
“Oh yeah, wouldn’t miss it.” The jet-black leopard replied disinterestedly, studying his claws, “How is the little monster.”
“See for yourself!” Zeus said, motioning for Hades to come up on the dais. Hades sighed and began strolling through the crowd of gods, who quickly made an aisle to accommodate the lord of the Underworld.
“Sheesh guys, you’d think I was the grim reaper!” Hades joked, watching all the gods pull away. He smirked as the crowd laughed nervously. He ascended to where Judy was lying in her crib and pulled a spiky rattle out of his pocket, throwing it to the kit.
“Say Hades,” Zeus said nervously, “what’s that rattle made of?”
“Oh you know the usual.” He replied absentmindedly, “Some bone, a condemned soul or two, maybe some other things.” Zeus raised an eyebrow. “Anyways, what’s the little sucker’s name?
“Well I wanted to name her Harecules,” Zeus began, “But Hera wanted to name her Judy. So it’s Harecules to the mortals and Judy to the gods.”
“Harecules?!” Hades scoffed, poking at Judy with a digit, “Where’d you come up with that? She’s a little, tiny—“ Hades yowled in pain as Judy grabbed his paw and squeezed.
“She may be a bunny,” Zeus chuckled as Hades wrested his mangled paw from the baby, “but she has the strength of a lion.”
“Clearly.” Hades replied sullenly, massaging his wounded paw.
“But how are things in the Underworld?” Zeus asked cheerfully, throwing an arm around Hades.
“Well, they’re just fine. You know, a little dark, a little gloomy. And, as always, hey, full of dead people!” He responded, earning a roar of laughter from Zeus.
“But I really should be going now.” Hades continued, extricating himself from Zeus’s grasp, “Unlike the rest of you, I’ve got real work to do.”
“Alright then.” Zeus said, patting Hades on the back, “Don’t work yourself too hard there kiddo.”
“You got it.” Hades replied, turning away and walking towards the exit.
“And don’t be a stranger Hades!” Zeus shouted after him.
“Oh I’ll see you all soon enough.” Hades muttered under his breath, “Just you wait.”
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Hades stormed into his palace.
“Pain! Panic!” He barked angrily, “Come here! I have a job for you!”
“Coming your deathliness!” Panic, a scruffy weasel, shouted from the top of the stairs. He scurried down, followed closely by the greasy, chubby raccoon that was Pain.
“The Fates are here sir.” Pain panted, skidding to a halt besides Panic, “They’re waiting in the antechamber.” The wreath of fire around Hades’ head exploded into a raging inferno.
“THE FATES ARE HERE AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME IMMEDIATELY!” He roared. Hades unsheathed both of his claws and stormed by Pain and Panic, slashing them each as he passed. He walked up the stairs and into the antechamber.
“Ladies!” Hades said cheerfully, “You look fantastic!” The three ewes turned to face him and Hades stifled his gag reflex as he beheld them. Their wool was dirty and unkempt, their horns were chipped and broken, their faces were gray and sagging, but the worst was their eyes. Or rather, their lack of eyes. The Fates only had one eye and one tooth. Total.
“Don’t try to butter us up Hades.” One of them croaked, “We know what you’re doing.”
“Oh just let him say what he wants to.” Another one interrupted, “It’s not like we get complimented every day.”
“Quiet! Both of you!” The third Fate commanded, “Now Hades,” She began, fixing him with her one-eyed stare, “why did you call us here?”
“Ah yes. That.” He said with a nervous laugh, “You may recall that you once gave me a prophecy, about how I might release the Titans and overthrow the Gods?” The Fates gave no reaction. “Right, well I need to know if the birth of darling little Harecules is going to change that.” The Fate in possession of the eye nodded at Hades and the three ewes joined hands. The eyeball popped out of her head and levitated to the middle of the room, becoming a vision of the future. The vision showed Hades leading the Titans to a resounding victory and becoming the ruler of all, but was quickly replaced by the image of Harecules riding Pegasus.
“If Harecules fights, you shall fail.” The Fates said in unison. Suddenly, vision began to spin rapidly, and the three Fates were sucked into it, and disappeared with an audible popping noise.
Hades exploded into an inferno of rage.
“I’VE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR A MILLENNIA!!!!!” He shouted, blasting the walls with fire, “AND THEY TELL ME ZEUS’ BRAT IS GOING TO RUIN IT!!!” Hades stood fuming, and then took a deep breath to calm himself.
“Not. Going. To happen.” He growled viciously. “PAIN! PANIC! FOLLOW ME!”
“Coming sir!” Pain shouted, stumbling after the swiftly moving panther. Hades stalked deeper into his palace, finally throwing open the door to a dark stone corridor. He sped down the corridor, Pain and Panic sprinting to keep up, and emerged in a small room, with a glowing vial of purple liquid in the center. Hades picked it up and turned to face his two minions.
“Do you know what this is?” He asked, a strange smile on his face. Pain and Panic shook their head uncertainly.
“This,” He said, tapping the vial with a claw, “is poison. Or more specifically, God poison. It can turn any god mortal.” Hades began to cackle.
“Is he ok?” Panic whispered to Pain.
“I’m fine.” Hades responded, smiling gleefully, “Because you two are going to break into Mount Olympus, turn Harecules mortal, and kill her.” Pain and Panic exchanged terrified expressions while Hades began giggling.
“Uh, sir,” Panic began timidly, “what if we get caught?”
“You won’t be.” Hades said, his voice getting dangerously quiet, “Now take this vial and make sure that brat drinks every last drop. Then kill her.” Pain took the vial and gulped nervously.
“GO!” Hades shouted, causing both mammals to turn and run, “AND DON’T COME BACK UNTIL THAT BUNNY IS DEAD!”
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Pain and Panic sprouted bat wings and flew up Mount Olympus in the dead of night, stealing into the palace without a sound. The crept inside Judy’s room and pulled out two canvas bags. Pain mercilessly shoved Pegasus into one of the bags, tying off the top and throwing it back in the crib and Panic wrestled the bunny kit into the other. Pain opened the window and the two flew out the window, supporting the weight of Judy between the two of them. Zeus and Hera heard the commotion and rushed into the room too late, only finding an open window and an empty crib.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!” Zeus roared, and the sky flashed with thunder and lightning as the god of the sky unleashed his fury.
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Pain and Panic flew through the now howling winds, dodging the frequent lightning strikes as they headed towards the ground. They dodged a mountain peak and crash-landed in a rocky canyon, the canvas bag that held Judy splitting open in the process. Pain jumped to his feet and Panic shoved the vial into his hand.
“Quickly!” He urged, “Before the gods find us!” Pain uncorked the vial and rushed towards the bunny kit, bringing the poison to her lips and forcing her to drink.
“Hurry, Hurry!” Panic yelled.
“I’m going as fast as I can!” Pain retorted, watching as the glow of the gods began to fade from Judy’s frame. “C’mon.” He muttered, tipping the vial further up, “Just drink it.”
“Someone’s coming!” Panic yelled. Pain tipped the vial higher, watching as the last drops flowed into the bunny’s mouth.
“Almost done!” He shot back, looking over his shoulder at Panic, “And…. Done!” He let the vial fall from his grasp and it shattered on the ground. Pain and Panic dove for cover as two bunnies rounded the corner. The couple walked up to the abandoned kit and searched for signs of who she was. The only thing they could find was the amulet engraved with Zeus’ sigil.
“A gift from the gods!” Amphitryon said joyfully, “Alcmene, the gods have gifted us a daughter.” The two bunnies began crying with joy while Pain and Panic lurked in the bushes.
“She drank all of it, right?” Panic asked in an undertone. Pain nodded.
“Then let’s finish the brat off.” He whispered, turning into a snake. Pain followed his lead and the two slithered out from behind the rock where they’d been hiding and moved to attack Judy. But unbeknownst to Pain, in his haste, Judy’s mouth overflowed and a drop spilled on the ground, so she retained her godly strength. The two bunnies saw the snakes and jumped back in terror, watching as they neared the apparently defenseless kit. Panic moved to strike, but Judy grabbed him and Pain and tied the two snakes in a knot, swung them in a circle, and hurled them over the mountain. Amphitryon and Alcmene exchanged shocked looks. Maybe this wasn’t an ordinary kit.
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Pain and Panic landed a mile away and shifted back to their normal forms.
“Hades is going to kill us!” Panic shouted in fear.
“Unless, he never finds out.” Pain said with a sly smile. Panic looked at him in confusion and then realized what he was saying.
“You’re right.” He said slowly, a grin appearing on his face, “Unless he never finds out.”

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I have to give a huge shoutout to @hihicaro for this beautiful article in the latest issue of @hifructosemag . Caro’s questions were so skillfully asked, so well researched and so well thought out that I it took me an entire day of thinking and writing to answer them - and most interviews don’t usually take me more than an hour or two! The Art of the Interview is something that seems to go very unconsidered by many writers and journalists. I’ve done so many interviews over the years that it’s often very rare for me to get a question I haven’t been asked…and usually asked in the same ways. There are ways to ask questions that open up dialogue and there are ways to ask them that make it tricky to do more than answer “yes” or “no”. Interviews are a team effort but the writer is in the lead - and working with a skilled interviewer can be amazing. If becoming an art writer is something you aspire to do, I highly recommend you follow Caro and research her work. You can’t find a better source of study. If being an artist is something you aspire to, you NEED to be subscribing to and reading magazines like @hifructosemag @juxtapozmag And @beautifulbizarremagazine - you will learn so much and gain so much perspective and it’s so important to be aware of the scene and what’s going on. I’m grateful that we have beautiful resources like these and I’m honored to be a part of them! #biglove #hihicaro #hifructose

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Here’s to the non-binary kids
Who spend their lives misunderstood,
The genderqueer teens
Who spend every day
Wincing at pronouns which hurt them more than they hurt themselves,
Here’s to the gender-fluid dudes
So confused
Because they don’t know if it’s wrong or right to be the way they feel that day,
Here’s to the girls that are sometimes boys
And their chests ache from the pain
Of being misgendered those days,
Here’s to the non-binary kids
Who are disrespected and unconsidered,
Who are hidden from those they care about and uncomfortable in their skin,
Here’s to those with no dysphoria, feeling fake in who they are,
Because ‘How can I be non-cis if I’m comfortable with my body parts?’
Here’s to those who want surgery and those who don’t, and here’s to those that’ll never get it because they ‘don’t count’,
Here’s to the gender fluid girls and boys
Who don’t feel like they exist in the complicated gender spectrum because they ‘can’t make their mind up’,
Here’s to they kids with big hearts and big futures whose lives are cut short because of unacceptance and their terrified souls,
Not speaking out about how they feel, about what is real,
Here’s to non binary, gender fluid, agender, genderqueer, demi boy, demi girl, transmasculine, transfeminine, and so many more,
Here’s to the whole fucking spectrum,
Do not let us be ignored,
We are valid,
We are real
—  George Ruth
a day in the life of kageyama
  • 6 00 AM: wake up
  • 6 05 AM: desperately try to finish yesterdays homework
  • 6 15 AM: go on a run
  • 6 66 AM: sacrifice some volleyballs in an occult ritual
  • 7 45 AM: school, hopefully
  • 9 00 AM: consume first milk
  • 10 00 AM: think about volleyball in class
  • 10 30 AM: think about Hinata in class
  • 10 50 AM: alternate between thinking about volleyball and hinata until lunch
  • 12 00 PM: lunch; consume second milk
  • 12 06 PM: pretend not to notice hinata stealing noya's food
  • 12 10 PM: fail to notice hinata stealing own food
  • 12 30 PM: yell at and/ or with Hinata
  • 1 30 PM: try really hard at school
  • 1 35 PM: consider delinquency
  • 1 36 PM: consider Daichi and Suga when mad
  • 1 37 PM: unconsider delinquency
  • 3 30 PM: purchase and consume third/final milk
  • 4 00 PM: volleyball
  • 7 00 PM: walk home with hinata
  • 7 45 PM: think about hinata
  • 7 50 PM: lie on bed like a sad anime girl and reflect on todays practice
  • 8 05 PM: google 'how to set good'
  • 8 06 PM: google 'good tosses'
  • 8 10 PM: google 'sexy volleyball'
  • 8 07 PM: google 'sexy volleyball facebook group'
  • 8 12 PM: call hinata and ask him to help make a facebook account
  • 9 00 PM: attempt to use facebook for five whole minutes without ruining anything
  • 9 30 PM: return to bed and continue staring at the ceiling like some shoujo protag
  • 10 00 PM: remember homework; panic
  • 10 30 PM: put homework off until tomorrow
  • 11 00 PM: say goodnight to volleyballs
  • 11 05 PM: text goodnight to hinata
  • 11 30 PM: brush teeth
  • 11 31 PM: forget to floss
  • 11 45 PM: fall asleep; dream of sexy volleyball hinata

anonymous asked:

Oh man, I'd L O V E to see you tear GW's entire thematic-artistic universe a new one

As tempting as it is to find in his paintings’ naive frankness the evidence of some sort of exculpatory purity of spirit we must put aside our unconsidered reactions (“that’s pretty good for a war criminal”) and understand that in his unremarkable competence what we are witnessing here is full integration of the murderous potency of the middlebrow, that he is embodying the American art of the dully uplifting, the respectable banal, and thereby erasing the brutality that underlies his easy choices

Oh wait fuck you’re talking about goss whedon

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12TH HOUSE: WHAT AM I AFRAID OF?

The sign on the cusp of the twelfth house shows the parts of yourself that you are scared of expressing, your deepest fears, what parts of you you have never been conscious of – essentially, what you hide from the eyes of others. Planets in the twelfth house affect this too.

BEING TOO RASH

People with Aries on the cusp of the twelfth house or Mars in the twelfth house are scared of putting themselves first, moving forward too quickly, and making unconsidered decisions. They fear being overly self-focussed, confident, and / or carefree. They sometimes have difficulties finding their ‘voice’ or discovering who they really are and want to be.

NEVER LETTING GO

People with Taurus on the cusp of the twelfth house or Venus in the twelfth house are scared of getting trapped in things that don’t matter, holing up inside themselves, and always playing it safe. They fear being overly mundane, private, and / or held back. They sometimes have difficulties knowing when to stay with what they know and identifying true happiness and contentment.

GETTING TRAPPED IN THE MUNDANE

People with Gemini on the cusp of the twelfth house or Mercury in the twelfth house are scared of talking the talk but never walking the walk, not appreciating emotions, and looking at the surface instead of investigating deeper. They fear being overly deceitful, intellectual, and / or superficial. They sometimes have difficulties looking at smaller details and including others in their thoughts and ideas.

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ALLOWING MYSELF TO FEEL

People with Cancer on the cusp of the twelfth house or the Moon in the twelfth house are scared of putting emotional commitments before practical ones, never having fun, and getting caught up in feelings. They fear being overly familial, timid, and / or emotional. They sometimes have difficulties empathising with others and successfully nurturing and protecting their inner selves.

GETTING CAUGHT UP IN MYSELF

People with Leo on the cusp of the twelfth house or the Sun in the twelfth house are scared of focussing on themselves too much, rejecting authority, and being too carefree. They fear being overly arrogant, rebellious, and / or egotistic. They sometimes have difficulties letting go and allowing themselves to have fun, or taking things less seriously than normal.

BEING BORING

People with Virgo on the cusp of the twelfth house or Mercury in the twelfth house are scared of never appreciating the imagination, being too introverted, and being too much of a worrier. They fear being overly mundane, quiet, and / or pedantic. They sometimes have difficulties restricting themselves to a routine and allowing themselves to have quiet times, and appreciate practicalities.

LOSING MY TRUE SELF

People with Libra on the cusp of the twelfth house or Venus in the twelfth house are scared of putting others before themselves too often, never going to their emotions in-depth, and forgetting who they really are. They fear being overly passive, superficial, and / or allacentric. They sometimes have difficulties restraining themselves and keeping parts of themselves down.

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NEVER APPRECIATING THE LITTLE THINGS

People with Scorpio on the cusp of the twelfth house or Pluto in the twelfth house are scared of losing practical pleasure, taking everything too seriously, and not looking at detail. They fear being overly deep, reactive, and / or philosophical. They sometimes have difficulties looking deep within themselves to who they really are and looking at the bigger picture of the world.

LETTING GO OF MYSELF

People with Sagittarius on the cusp of the twelfth house or Jupiter in the twelfth house are scared of acting without thinking, never being serious, and running away from what is safe and good. They fear being overly reckless, ridiculous, and / or thoughtless. They sometimes have difficulties with truly letting go and having fun, running through the world without fear of loss or consequence.

RESTRICTING MYSELF TO SOCIETY

People with Capricorn on the cusp of the twelfth house or Saturn in the twelfth house are scared of never appreciating the power of their emotions, doing what the world tells them to do, and being too serious. They fear being overly serious, obedient, and / or humourless. They sometimes have difficulties with applying focus and diligence, working hard and playing by the rules when it’s necessary.

PUTTING MYSELF OUT TO THE WORLD

People with Aquarius on the cusp of the twelfth house or Uranus in the twelfth house are scared of focussing on other people instead of themselves, being too ‘different’, and opening up to the judgement of other people. They fear being overly allacentric, weird, and / or disliked. They sometimes have difficulties with opening up and truly expressing themselves in their own way.

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HIDING FOR TOO LONG

People with Pisces on the cusp of the twelfth house or Neptune in the twelfth house are scared of never expressing their own opinion, hiding in their imagination, and not appreciating practicality when it is necessary to. They fear being overly quiet, sensitive, and / or dreamy. They sometimes have difficulties with appreciating the power of imagination and regeneration when they need to.

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Godzilla is (theoretically) Plausible, and I Proved it With SCIENCE!!!

((Remember this theory? Well it’s back, and I’ve made it better.

Godzilla is (theoretically) Quite Plausible, and I Used SCIENCE to Figure Out How! (v2.0: It Involves  Diamonds!)

Ten days ago, I posted my little theory on how Godzilla and animals the size of Godzilla could support their massive bulk without their bones shattering. I determined that in order to support themselves and be able to survive the stresses of moving and fighting at that size the bones would need to be made of a material with a Young’s modulus of at least 460 gigapascals. I selected tungsten carbide as being a likely material which fits that requirement, and presented some mass estimates for Godzilla and Kiryu based on the assumption that that was what their bones were largely made of.

Of course, the tungsten carbide skeleton theory had a lot of problems. No other animal has a skeleton with that kind of composition, and tungsten isn’t exactly the most common element on the planet. In order to sustain even one Godzilla-sized creature with a tungsten carbide skeleton, an entire specialized ecosystem would need to exist specifically for the extraction and refinement of tungsten ores. The existence of such a specialized ecosystem can be considered practically impossible, since tungsten provides no other benefits to a species beyond its proposed use in bone reinforcement.

The theory isn’t dead yet, however. As I was doing my calculations, I discovered that there are even more and even better ways for a kaiju-sized animal to support itself, and that despite common wisdom to the contrary, creatures much, much larger than Godzilla are mechanically plausible with hardly any stretch of the theory’s boundaries. In fact, the possibilities are as close to infinite as one might care to make them. This could all be made possible if the skeleton was reinforced with veins of diamond.

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On Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

I’d had Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance recommended to me years and years ago, when I really liked Writing Down the Bones. I’m… really not sure at this point why that makes sense. But I’m glad to have read it and have lots of thoughts, some of which I’ll relate here. (Spoilers for a decades-old weird book.)

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10 Steps To Overcoming Bitterness Towards Relationships and ‘The Single Life’.

Have you ever caught yourself glancing (and sometimes blatantly staring) around the church on a Sunday, or prayer meetings on a Wednesday evening, or a young adults or youth camp, at the existence of pairing? Have you ever noticed yourself analyzing teen crushes, comparing young adult courtships, cringing at fresh engagements and judging new and lasting marriages?

Lets be honest, we catch ourselves considering, matching and comparing our own compatibility against their connections, relationships and affiliations with one another, and second guessing our own worth.. “Why do they get this God breathed and God blessed relationship, whilst I am still single..?” –  “Doesn’t God see all the good things I do for Him!?” – “Why does God hear their cry for a partner and not mine?”..  “Woe is me, I am going to be single FOREVER..” Yes, we have all been there, and we have all felt the pang, the longing and the desire to be noticed by that young man or woman we have been secretly (or not so secretly) eyeing off in the congregation, from the very first day we laid eyes on them. But lets just sit back and breathe for a moment, and think about what all of this is doing to our personal growth and development not only in ourselves, but also in the church, and in our relationship with God.

Now I don’t know about you, but I don’t recall reading in the bible “Compare yourselves to one another, judge what I will bless your sisters with, and be jealous of your brothers wife, of your friends beauty and of her courtship.” Of course, it’s so much easier to line everyone up on the boardwalk of judgement (from tallest to shortest if you wish) and pick them apart, fault by tiny fault, until there’s nothing left but skin and bone. It’s so easy to sit back in your seat and harbour bitterness towards anothers blessing, rather than betterness towards your own attitude. (I know, I know ‘betterness’ isn’t really a word.) We know we are a generation of taking the easy route, the road more often travelled, rather than keeping to the straight and narrow.

It’s easy to write, not so easy to put into practice, but upon considering young people in the church (this is those between 15 - 35) and their incessant levels of  negativity and envy towards the blessings of relationships for others, I sat down and began to consider what path I traveled on, to get to the season I am in now, where I can praise my singledom, rather than purse my lips. I have considered a great many things, and have listed 10 simple steps to overcoming bitterness towards Relationships and ‘The Single Life’ (or lack there of.)

1. Let Go / Let God
Are you God, and in control, ordaining relationships and the commitments between people? No, You’re not? Then do yourself the greatest favor you ever could, and let go. Let go of feeling that you are in control (or not). Let go of believing that you are ready and the idea that somehow you are being robbed of a blessing that is rightfully and relevantly yours. Believe it or not, God has the outpouring of His blessings to you, well and truly under control. He breathed life into you, and has many seasons to come, tucked away, just for you. Let Go, and Let God. Through prayer and perseverance, honesty and surrenderance.

2. Understand Your Wants VS God’s Will
“I want …….” is not in Gods vocabulary. We are often so caught up in seeing what everyone else has and desiring it for ourselves, that we forget God is not a vending machine, spitting out prizes to us based on the worth of our prayers to Him. It’s crazy to some, and to others it’s forgotten - but it’s important to remind yourself, that His ways are higher than ours, and His thoughts are higher than ours. Whilst we are sitting at home watching soppy love movies, texting our friends and believing we are ready for a relationship - God may very well have other things in mind. Remember you are dealing with your Father, who adores and cherishes you, not in an earthly fashion, but in a Heavenly and sacred fashion - and in His storehouse, are pure blessings which you will see. Transfer selfish into selfless, “God, let your will be done and let your timing be prevalent in my life.”

3. See The Bigger Picture
Perhaps you’re studying, working full time, you’re going to school, you’re traveling, you’re looking for work, you’ve just started a new ministry or you’re just coming back to Him fully, and remembering what it’s like to have intimacy with Christ. Regardless of who you are, or where you are in your walk with God - there is a bigger picture that in the midst of our “I want” stage, we may not be able(or willing) to see clearly. This is a great time to consider (if you haven’t got one already) inviting a mature mentor into your life. An older male / female (same sex as yourself) in your Church and regular Christian life who can maintain your accountability, and assist you through times of 'zone focus’ where all you see is what you want, (or what you’re not getting). If you are struggling to see the bigger picture, and understand why you don’t have something, and someone else does - seek wise counsel.

4. Bite Your Tongue And Clear Your Mind
Jealousy, anger, frustration, judgement, criticism, gossip and slander. We are all guilty of each and every one of these things. Not one of us holds a “get out of jail free” card in this instance, and overcoming bitterness is a proactive choice which is relevant to the entire body. Ask yourself in regards to your attitude in your every day life

A. Do my words reflect a Christlike attitude

B. Do my thoughts reflect a Christlike attitude

C. Do my actions reflect a Christlike attitude

If your answer is anything but yes, (we can all use some improving)then be proactive in choosing to consciously make an effort to change this. Be real with your support networks, with your friends, with your family, and your mentors and pastors. Be real and ask to be held responsible for your words, thoughts and actions. Allow others the permission in your life, to call you out when they note you being bitter, gossiping or judging. Keeping your network clued in is a great way to keep you on your toes. It’s easy to sit in your own negativity, when no one else knows how great your battle is.


5. Get The Right Idea

Many people consider 'single season’ as a 'waiting period’, like it’s a season you’re in where you’re just kind of sitting around, hoping for the next season to quickly come along and blow your single one out of the water, and sweep you off your feet on the back of a white horse into that lovely land of relationships, marriage and children.(Insert long groan here) NO. Your time of being single is not a waiting period, it’s not a 'half-way-there’ season, and it’s definitely not a time where you should be sitting back and coasting your way through, waiting it out. Your season of being single is just as great a blessing as your season of finding a relationship will be. (if this is Gods will for your life). I have heard every cliché under the sun about “in Gods perfect timing” etc. Let me tell you, Gods perfect timing to challenge you, grow you, develop you and anoint you, is now. It’s every day. Focusing on your 'single status’ is doing nothing more than hindering the great adventures that God has set aside for you in this season. Get the right idea, you are not disabled, you are anointed; take this time where you are considering yourself and God to

A. Learn about yourself and your relationship with God

B. Develop your character

C. Embrace solo adventures and opportunities

D. Grow, grow and grow some more

E. Serve others, the church and your community

F. Build solid and God honouring friendships with members of the opposite sex

G. Solidify your foundations of who you are in Him

6. Value 'Alone Time’ and 'Quiet Time’
Moses, David, Elijah, Mary and Jesus are all examples from His word of why and how spending time alone in His presence is not only healthy, but it is beneficial and productive. It is often in the quiet and stillness of His presence that you hear His voice clearly without question. It is all well and good to excite and hype your way through conferences, services and camps with hundreds of others throwing their arms in the air and praising Him - You know you feel God in situations like that, and you know His presence is there. But when you go home, and you fall to your knees, or you sit silently, do you feel Him? Alone time, silent time, without speaking, praying, humming, singing or any worship music – just pure, alone, time. It is in moments like this that God can reveal the very depths of His heart and desire for you, and heal your emotional needs. Valuing alone time allows you to sit and be real, vulnerable and open to His leading; often alone time can see great transformations of attitudes and hearts.

7. Ignore The humanised 'Social Norm’ and 'Church Standards’.
Someone is always going to have an opinion on you, on your life, on your relationship status, on where you are going, what you are doing, and who is doing it with you. Humans are conditioned to have misplaced and unconsidered opinions. We are also conditioned with emotions - and when these two conditions collide, we find our self worth dropping, and it seems we’re the only one left, we are the only single person in the world, we are the only lonely one, we are the only one without a boyfriend or girlfriend to worship beside us on a sunday, or come to prayer meetings with. Looking through the word, there are people who received blessings at incredibly young ages; such as Gideon, Isaac, Samuel, Joseph and Daniel. Sure, they were kings, they had incredible encounters with God at young ages; now I am sure people would have looked upon them prior to these commitments they made, and their willingness to serve God and would label or judge them. But remaining in the faith, and ignoring the humanised standard, allowed these young men in the bible to rise up and demolish pre-conceived ideas. Humanised standards are what cause us to lack hope, to lose faith and to doubt ourselves. Butthankfully, we do not compare ourselves to others, but to the author and perfecter of our faith, Jesus Christ.


8. Be Content With Who You Are

You are on a journey towards loving yourself. Not one of us could raise our hand and state that we are 100% satisfied with who we are, and how we look, or sound, or seem. Rather than focusing on relationships of others, focus on your relationship with yourself. Fall in love with the lines on your face as you smile with joy, and the way your hair falls naturally after you brush it. Embrace the way your skin develops freckles in the sun, and how it seems one arm is longer than the other, or one eye opens more than its partner. The reality is, we are all our own physical form of God’s idea of perfection. We exist in His knitting, His planning, His sewing and His creating all from the depths of His heart and love for us; in which we were formed. Learn and take time to develop an unrequited love for the things you’ve always claimed to hate, and embrace the woman or man that you are.


9. Celebrate Relationships And Connections

When you feel a sense of bitterness or jealousy arise within you,pray. It’s simple. Pray, pray and pray again. Pray for love, peace, and that God would assist you in altering your mind set. For every negative moment you have towards a relationship, a couple, or perhaps even someone who questions you about your relationship life, such as aunties and uncles who attend every family function and without fail raise the point “OH YOU’RE NOT STILL SINGLE, ARE YOU? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” - For every moment, everyphrase, every judgement. Write, draw, text, call or give face to face encouragement. For every negative emotion, find a positive point regarding them, individually or together. Train yourself to focus on kindness and love, rather than envy and jealousy. Through constant reminding and a conscious decision to celebrate relationships and connections, you will find yourself being less of a 'hater’ and more of a 'celebrator’.

10. Find Comfort and Be Content In God
It is okay to break down, to get emotional, to have enough, to plead with God and to just plain and simply throw a tantrum. It’s okay to struggle, it’s okay to fall, it’s okay to be jealous and it’s okay to feel frustration. But, it is not okay to stand in that, dwell in that and live in that. It is not okay to make this a 'normal’ occurrence, and it’s notokay to allow your emotions and your personal situation to dictate who you are and who you become. Until you find complete solace and comfort in God, and until He is all you need, and all you require to get by; you will find yourself searching and seeking for something that does not exist. Until you rest in Him, find yourself completed in Him in every way, and find your heart safely stored within His hands, you will find yourself struggling to see the joy in others relationships, let alone, your own. Finding yourself to be content in God is a journey you need to allow yourself to travel along a road you need to walk, and it will require sacrifice, time and time again, until you are found with nothing personally, but are relying on Him for everything.

So find yourself and your satisfaction in Him. Trust your heart and your emotions into His hands. Ask for help and let those around you support you. Keep yourself accountable. Love yourself and love others. Find comfort and solace in Him. Take time to be alone. Be quiet in Him. Ignore standards and social 'norms’. But most importantly, remember… You are not defined by your thoughts or your relationship status; but by The King who loves you, without question.

anonymous asked:

What does Regulus usually dress like?

In my mind, he dresses not unlike Draco does when he’s wearing that tailored black suit. Regulus is very proper, and highly concerned about appearances. Anything he wears in public was probably made specifically for him, to his exact dimensions, with expensive fabric. He typically wears simple, black pieces. Everything is neat and pressed. Nothing looks unconsidered.

This varies somewhat as he gets older and he sheds a little of his uptight nature. In private he’s more relaxed and doesn’t mind dressing down in the company of his friends.

But in the eyes of the outside world he’s very uncomfortable unless he’s dressed to the nines.

*** Save for the mandatory Hogwarts uniform, of course.

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XIUMIN

Xiumin: “SEHUN! Damn it! The ice cream carton said ‘XIUMIN’ in big letters for a reason!”

You: Yeah Sehun! Besides – *you start ranting nonstop about how he shouldn’t have taken the ice cream carton and how he’s always unconsidered towards his hyungs*

Xiumin: Bae…

You: —Always like this Sehun! And besides, if you considered yourself that great of a sh*t, I think you should look yourself in the mirror. Mirrors can’t lie.

Xiumin:

SUHO

Suho: “WHY BAEKHYUN ARE YOU LATE YET AGAIN? How many times— You know what? Screw it! I’m done.”

*You see Suho going out of the practice room, while all the other members stay silent.*

You: “Yahh, Baekhyun! You asshole! You only think about yourself don’t you? Suho wakes up every day early just to see you guys faces, to keep going, but you just keep disappointing him! Don’t you feel any shame?”

*All the boys stare at you silently. After a while they decided to let it go for the day since Suho never came back*

You: “Where is him?” *worriedly you go out of the room, only to see Suho outside with a bouquet of flowers smiling*

Suho: “Jagii, don’t be mad at them…”

*thinks you are the greatest being that ever inhabited the earth*


Lay

Lay: “Chanyeol-ssi, it is pronounced like this. Please, this time, do it right.”

*Chanyeol once again starts fooling around with the Chinese lyrics’ Lay was instructed to teach him. Lay looks up in desesperation.*

You: Yaaaaa! Chanyeol-ah! You better get that sh*t right before I go there and kick your ass all the way to Jupiter!

*Chanyeol gets scared with your menancing glare, and after a while he learns the lyrics and only you and Lay stay.*

Lay: Wooooo~~ Jagii-ah is scary. Hehe~~ *starts kissing you*


CHEN

Chen: “I TOLD YOU NOT TO WEAR MY SUPRAS. WHY DID YOU AGAIN? WHY?”

*Baekhyun enters the room with chen’s shoes*

Baekhyun: “What? You didn’t say anything when I wore your favorite shirt yesterday.”

Chen: “Come here you little sh—”

You: “What going on?” *You entered the room and realizes what’s going on right away.*

You: “Babe… aren’t those the shoes I gave you for your birthday?”

Chen: (to Baekhyun) Run.

*You start chasing Baekhyun all around the house with a broomstick*

Chen: “That’s my girl.”

 CHANYEOL

Kyungsoo: “Chanyeol, are you even listening to yourself?!”

*Chanyeol starts ranting again about how he should have the last yogurt in the fridge even though he didn’t buy any of them*

Kyungsoo: “I bought those for me! And you ate them all!”

*You enter the room and knowing Chanyeol, you understood the scene before you right away.*

You: “Yahh Kyungsoo! You don’t yell like that to my boyfriend, okay?! He probably IS wrong, like most of the time, but YOU DON’T yell at him like that, are we clear?”

*At first he like*

*But then he’s like*

 BAEKHYUN

Kyungsoo: “BYUN BAEKHYUN. IF YOU DON’T WANT TO DIE, STOP THAT RIGHT NOW.”

*you went straight to kyungsoo’s bedroom after hearing him yell.*

You: “Whats wr—”

*you enter the room to Kyungsoo trying to grab Baekhyuns’s shirt while Baekhyun has a nerf gun in his hand*

You: “YAAHH! KYUNGSOO! What are you doing to him?? Don’t you see his suffering?”

*Baekhyun’s expression turns to pain right away because he knows your weak to that*

Baekhyun: “Jagi.. It hurts.”

*You pull him out of the room, and behind your back, he pulls his tongue out to kyungsoo.*

Baekhyun: “Thanks babe.”

*he goes and tries to kiss you, but you stop him with one hand*

You: “I know you started it all, dickhead.”

*but then he’s like*

KYUNGSOO

Kyungsoo: “Don’t you EVER, EVER do that again, Chen. You still have three chances with me. If you end those chances you will join the other two… under the ground.”

You: “Babe… what are you..”

Kyungsoo: “Shh, babe. Thanks for trying to help, but I got this.”

Chen: *starts to run for his life*

Kyungsoo: *satansoo mode on*

 KAI

Kai: “That’s not right, Xiumin-ssi. You shouldn’t do that. The others won’t be happy.”

*Xiumin starts saying about how he is the oldest and how he shouldn’t speak because he’s the makne and stuff*

You: “Xiumin! Who do you think you are talking to? This is EXO KAI’S right here! Have a little respect! And most important of all, this is my boyfriend. I recommend you from now on, to watch that little back of yours.”

*Xiumin leaves with a smug*

Kai: “Ashh, yaahh! Y/N! Are you crazy??…  You really are something…… ”

SEHUN

*you and sehun are watching a movie on the couch when…*

Suho: “SEHUN! ARE THIS DIRTY DISHES ON THE TABLE AGAIN?”

SEHUN: ”F*ck.”

You: “Don’t worry babe, I’ll take care of it.”

*you stand up and go to the kitchen. Several minutes pass, and Sehun hears several strong sound, plates breaking and pan’s smashing.*

You: *coming out of the kitchen smiling* “Its okay now.”

Sehun: “Yahhhhh, what did you do there?? Is he okay? Is he–”

*You suddenly kiss him right on the lips*

Sehun: *forgets about unconscious Suho thrown on the kitchen floor*

THE GIFS ARE NOT MINE BTW

-Amalia <3