What did you think about the Megan Boone tweet-fest?
How’s an answer of “it’s complicated?”
I don’t mean to punt. I really don’t. I support her advocacy in most respects. I think it’s terrible they use her image on the DVD/Blu-Ray covers or the posters and only have Spader’s name on the cover/poster. If they are using her image her name should be there. It really BOTHERS me as a woman, as a career woman, and as a mom, and especially a mom of a girl. I wish they would have Megan & James make joint appearances. I wish the WRITERS would write more scenes that would lend themselves to Liz promotion. I could go on…
Where she lost me today was saying she works 3x harder than any performer on TBL because I just don’t/can’t accept that. That crossed a line. I just don’t believe it’s true. The whole cast works very, VERY hard regardless of gender and fame stature.
I’ve met Megan once. My views may be colored by that. I’ll admit that. It wasn’t the best experience. That’s all I’ll say in terms of disclaimer.
Bottom line: I fully support that she should be promoted more & works hard. But not at the expense of the others she works with. I have worked in a male-dominated industry for 20 years. You have to pay your dues and fight for your recognition. Where it’s earned, yes, you need to fight for it and not slip into the shadows. But in the end, TV is like any other industry and the people who get the accolades are those bringing in the $$. That’s reality. Equality is earned, not automatic. You shouldn’t be ignored because you’re a woman, nor should you be promoted equally just because of it.
about the i love u thing and he's like have u told him yet (the dude i friendzoned) and im like ne which led to the part where im apparently a demon lmao anyways so we walk back to the gate and it's there i realise holy shit my sweater where is it??? and it must be in one of the guy's cars and it's not with second dude so it's with first dude who i dont like that much but like a bit bc he's an asshole who's nice and knows not to cross the line so yeah moral of the story? (part 8/?)
be part of the ship of the classroom and you will go places. also make sure u have everything before you leave a place because it might end up in the hands of someone you dont trust. (part 9/9) THE END __
thats an oddly specific moral but ok, hope u had some fun at least idk
Hailey I opened a ask box but don't ship me ;-; my ask is what will you do if someone killed Boris for fun?
Oh jeez, that person is going to have a hell of a time with me! Trust me, I’m on a baseball team for a reason (need an excuse to have a lot of bats) This person will wish they never looked at that line that they have crossed! Now I’m a pummel someone’s skull in :) this is my one exception for violence
Hi! I struggle a lot with drawing eyes, especially with shape and size :( but I love the way you draw them! Do you have any tips or tutorials???
Thank you!! well, eyes are a really particular thing in an artist style i think, and also something that can give a lot of expression and emotion to characters. I’m not really good at explaining my own drawing style, but i’ll try to give you a few tips that i use a lot to start drawing/sketching.
1) the size; i think face proportions play and important role here, starting to where to position eyes so they actually make sense. I start doing the circle and the crossed lines to make a mental map of the face
Also the cross makes easier to imagine the direction the character is looking at and so, where the eyes and the gaze is directed to, for example Pidge here may show us…
So, once you directed the face and positioned the eyes, you can start drawing on top, that’s a first step, so now you use what you’ve done to start the real thing and EXPERIMENTING!!
2) the shape; here i can only say that it’ll depend on your liking and what kind of drawing style you’re after. In my case i like to make them inspired in real life eyes, but a little bigger and rounded, it dependes on the character tho, and the expression you’re trying to achieve: for that i usually play with how open or close is the eye and the final tip of the eye, which i lift, for example if it’s for a cat-like eye, make it more rounded, for example for kids or surprised expressions, or i draw it down, for sad or tired eyes.
The rest is to complement the eyes with the eyebrows (which is a strong game in my opinion) and well… go draw drAW DRAW!!
There and on is a lot of practice and observation, and eyes and expressions will come out naturally :) I’m also still learning all this so if you need any help you can check my ‘art-help’ tag, with tutorials and reference about drawing that i’ve been collecting.
She doesn’t call me on the phone anymore, she’s never listening, she says it’s innocent. She doesn’t let me have control anymore. I must’ve crossed a line, I must’ve lost my mind. When I wake up all alone and I’m thinking of your skin, I remember, I remember what you told me. Said that we’re not lovers, we’re just strangers with the same damn hunger to be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all…
I just wanna say you draw ears REALLY well. Could I have some tips for pointy and round ears, please?
It’s weird you say that cause the ears are a part of the body I consistently half-ass. I put zero effort into drawing ears.
So yeah, the ears I draw are simplified compared to actual ears. Just kind of some lines and scribbles and stuff. Cross-hatching the shading to fill the entire ear is something I pick up from Blue Exorcist
Pointy ears are just, like, normal ears extended to be pointy. At least that’s how I draw them. Again, my pointy ears are half-assed and simplified.
idk I don’t know shit about ear anatomy, but I do know the ear is kinda like a weird bowl shape. So when drawing ears from different angles keep that in mind I guess???
Wymack didn’t care if he had nine Foxes or twenty-five. He’d stand behind them until the bitter, bloody end.
“Last I checked Andrew doesn’t like you,” Wymack said.
“He still doesn’t,” Neil said, but he didn’t bother to explain.
“Abby wrote me a speech to give you this afternoon. It sounded nice, had lots of stuff about courage and loss and coming together in everyone’s time of need. I tore it up and tossed it in the trash can beside my desk.”
Wymack cleared his throat and scratched a hand through his short hair. “Look. Shit happened. Shit’s going to keep happening. You don’t need me to tell you life isn’t fair. You’re here because you know it isn’t.”
“I want you on the court in light gear in five minutes or I’ll sign you all up for a marathon.”
“I don’t pay for electricity in this place so you can stand around and gossip.”
“Andrew Joseph Minyard, what the flying fuck have you done this time?”
“Answers now, Aaron,” Wymack said.
“I don’t know,” Aaron said.
“My ass you don’t.”
They were all on time, but Wymack and Abby were conspicuously absent.”
“Get your gear and get out of my locker room.”
He looked the other way because he knew how badly some of them needed their escapes to survive.
It was apparently better to be uncomfortable but safe than to trust a stranger with his fractured team.
“Last I checked this was a team meeting, not a gossip circle.”
“If any of you so much as look at the Terrapins on your way past their benches I’ll let you walk home from here.”
“Some people are just hardwired to be stupid.”
Neil had never seen Wymack smile like this. It was small but fierce, as angry as it was proud.
“Why did you pay for stalls, Coach?”
Wymack lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Maybe I knew you’d need them one day.”
Nicky pulled the window down to yell insults, but Wymack threatened him into silence.
Wymack pulled a bottle of vodka out of the bag and put it down beside Kevin. “You have ten seconds to inhale as much of this as you can. I’m timing you. Go.”
Wymack turned on Neil. “Did you or did you not tell me you weren’t going to start a fight?”
“What can I do?” Wymack asked.
…”I don’t know,” Neil said.
“When you know, tell me.”
“Go forth,” Wymack told his Foxes. “Have fun. Or don’t. I don’t care. Just no more fighting, you got me?”
“Andrew spent that night here with me. At first I figured he was mad at Kevin for lying to him, but he was more worked up about you.”
“I didn’t ask for an apology, wiseass.”
Wymack stared at him for an endless minute, then said too quietly, “The fuck did you just say to me?”
“He chose to cross a line. You didn’t. You hear me? You didn’t. Don’t ever blame yourself for Seth’s death.”
Wymack kept Neil away from the microphone, not trusting Neil to behave himself.
“Five points or twenty-six miles. Do the math and decide which one makes you happier.”
“Let’s do this,” he said. “The sooner we kill these bastards, the sooner we can get roaring drunk at Abby’s place. I spent all damned morning stocking her fridge.”
“I have a cleaning crew coming in tomorrow to wash the Raven stench off our court. Let’s get the hell out of here and get wasted.”
“Neil,” Wymack said. “Between you and me, I don’t think you’ve ever been fine.”
“Nicky tried to hug Andrew and almost got himself staked with a kitchen knife.”
“Speaking of unpredictable assholes, when did that happen?”
“When did what?” Neil asked.
Wymack eyed him. “Forget it.”
“Figure out what you two need to cope with this, and let us know.”
“I want one lap for every time you’ve ever said the NCAA’s never had your back.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Nicky said. “We’ll be running all day.”
“Better get started, then,” Wymack said. “Move out, maggots.”
“Be here at six o’clock tomorrow morning,” Wymack said. “We’ve got a game to win Friday.”
[Nicky]: “I can’t understand you. That’s not fair.”
“Think about that the next time you use German at my practices,” Wymack said.
Wymack came out of nowhere and hauled Neil off Riko like he weighed nothing at all.
Wymack answered on the fourth ring. “You have a good reason to be bothering me on a holiday?”
“He sounds like Neil,” Wymack said, “but he doesn’t look like him. I’ll take your explanation from the top and without a side order of bullshit, thanks.”
He stopped fighting to get free; the hands that had been trying to wrench Wymack’s arms off him now held on for dear life.
“Can I let go of you and trust you to behave, or are you going to try and cut your face off again?”
Wymack didn’t say anything about the scars… He just checked Neil over with a clinical eye and poked at every line of stitches for weaknesses.
“He gave me a contract but I wouldn’t sign it. He couldn’t make me sign it. This doesn’t mean anything. I’m still a Fox.”
“Of course you are,” Wymack said.
and of course, mine and everyone else’s personal favorite:
The worst thing is looking back in anger and thinking “wow, I could have done this differently” or “I could have done it better”. We avoid what we might grow to regret to a point where we don’t make use of the opportunities we’re offered because we’re scared of failing. Afraid of not being able to live up to expectations. Not necessarily somebody else’s, but more often than not our own. Anger we can take and live with. We can take being screamed at, being asked what the hell we were thinking, but we can’t stand being shrugged at with a cool expression, and being told that yes, we did not make it but that it’s okay. We don’t want disappointment. Especially not disappointment we harbour toward ourselves. There’s that certain line we cross, whether it’s a new job, an assignment we have to write or a new step in a relationship we have to take that makes us think “maybe I can’t do this”. It’s the fear of failure that grips us then, cold and unforgiving, and sometimes this fear is so overwhelming that we decide not to try at all. And this is the worst thing we can possibly do. Where would we go if we stopped trying new things? If we bolted at every challenge because we were too afraid of us not being able to take it? Life is not about making mistakes - that’s too easy. It’s about accepting. Accepting mistakes you made in the past, reaching for them and shaping them into something new. It’s learning how to get better. It’s coming to terms with the fact that you’re a work in progress and that every day you should ask yourself one question: how can I be a better person? It’s about living around the fear, living with it, and learning that no matter how hard we fight against the prospect of failure, it should never be enough to get us to stop trying. Because living with the regret of wondering what could have been will always be ten times worse than failing could ever be.
In which Harry’s no good with his words but he sure is good with his mouth.
some harry face sitting action maybe?
Author’s note: This is a continuation of “Mess o’ Mine.” I would suggest reading that first, if you haven’t already. I thought this was gonna be the end but then I fucked up so… there’s also a part 3. Hope you enjoy! I did!
You’ve been running through the events that have occurred, confused at the escalation and the outcome. No issues have been resolved, and there wasn’t really a conversation or discussion. You don’t know any more than you did when you heard Harry singing your poems. Has he used your writing in more songs on his album? Has he read your whole journal? God, you hope not. One poem is bad enough.
Harry hasn’t been around, hasn’t tried calling for the two weeks since he showed up on your doorstep. You’ve flipped the channel whenever he shows up on your television and scrolled at record speed when he’s popped up on your social media feeds. Maybe you should feel relieved and cleansed of his toxicity, but you don’t. Instead, you feel a little broken, like your stomach is splintering into pieces, and your mind still feels split open. Not only that, but you can smell him, feel the weight of him on top of you, taste the foreign flavor of his mouth. This isn’t what you need.
A whole other wave of confusion has rolled over you in terms of your relationship with Harry, if there still is one. The two of you have crossed a line without any prior thought or contemplation. Years upon years of friendship have been threatened, and you’re not even sure how it happened. Why did he kiss you? How did the two of you end up in bed, naked between the sheets? If you were confused about it before, trying to figure things out has only worsened your introspection.
Okay, so my twin and I have come up with theories to Seventeen’s comeback.
We all understand that the concept revolves around the idea of fears and being alone. We see in all the videos an introduction to this fear and by the end of the trailer, they acknowledge these fear.
So we think…
Vernon: His fear could be wandering aimlessly, unsure of his path. He just walks around, letting time pass by him. He acknowledges this fear by continuing to use that compass until he finds someone familiar to him.
Jeonghan: His fear could be his image or his image in front of the camera/media. It could be that he takes photos because he has an image in his mind of how things look to him, but the outside world may not view his perspective the same. Through media, that can be altered and it can shine a different light on an artist. By facing his fear, he leaves the comfort of the home. By doing this, he accepts how the world is going to view him.
Mingyu: His fear could be related to having this incomplete half to himself. We see him alone, but everything is in two like he once had someone who shared the same similarities and now he feels responsible for filling this void. We could take it another way. We also see a disconnect, especially in the scenes with a mirror. It may portray a disconnect between what he feels inside and what he sees on the outside. I can see this in Mingyu since he often feels uncomfortable with his body. Mingyu faces his fear by finally taking a step back and away from the mirror, almost saying that he will no longer let his physical features define him.
DK: His fear could be not improving. We see his running pace remain the same, and then he eventually drops the timer. DK would be the type of person to always strive to be better and to always work to improve, and not being able to accomplish that can haunt him. By dropping that timer, he allows himself to improve at his own pace without the stress of a physical and materialistic goal.
Woozi: His fear could be related to his talents, his brains. It looks as though he’s trapped in a library, like all this knowledge is kept inside, unable to be shown to the world or appreciated by the world. He may be afraid to share the world his talents.
Jun: He is surrounded by memories. His fear could be that this brotherhood he has with the others will eventually be lost and all he has left to fill this empty space are the memories. He’s afraid to get in touch when a long time has passed since we hear Jisoo’s voice from a voice mail. He faces this fear by finally going out and visit.
Dino: We see him land on the space “turn to the first space.” This could signify his fear of starting from scratch when they have already put so much work into their team and their music. We see him continue to roll the die like he’s waiting for a new fate, but every time he ends up with the same number that landed him there. This correlates with the “seventeen project 2017” they are portraying, that they are starting over with a re-debut with this new and improved group.
Wonwoo: The fear shown in his teaser is boredom and disinterest. We see him at the beginning staring at a blank wall as he steps out in the hallway. He also see him looking out the window and often sitting and contemplating. He picks up the TV remote, but he just flips through the channels, unable to pick something that interests him. We hear cheering, like fans clapping and cheering but his facial expressions don’t change. He could be afraid of no longer finding interest in what he does, or he could be afraid of fans no longer be interested. But it looks to be resolved as the scene ends with him settling on a channel showing the very place where we found Vernon wandering to.
Hoshi: Another hard one! He’s waiting for a phone call, but we don’t know what the other line of the phone is saying. The environment in the room changes to something cold when he answers the phone. But after he hangs up the first time, he calls the number on the piece of paper. His fear could be receiving and relaying bad news to others. We see him struggle when he opens the piece of paper with the phone number on it, but he continues to call anyways almost showing us the urgency and importance of the message he received.
Seungkwan: Money. Money is anybody’s dream and nightmare. We see Seungkwan twirling a coin in his hand. This could signify fear of being greedy, or it could signify his fear of not being able to provide. Either one, we see him accept this has he leaves the coins on the counter of the laundromat.
The8: Minghao’s fear could be being left. We see him arrive at this home with groceries. When he arrives, no one is home to greet him. We see a note on the kitchen counter where it is obvious for someone to see. When he reads it, we see devastation in his face. This could be that a significant other had left him. We don’t see much of a resolution of Minghao’s fear, but we see DK arrive in time to comfort him. We also see the spinning magic 8 ball, which is suppose to determine your luck, and Minghao happened to get the short end of the stick.
Joshua: His was sooo hard omg. He could be afraid of betrayal. It could him betraying someone/the group, or it could be someone betraying him. We see in the water that one of the two people puts their hand on the other person’s shoulder and then walks away. He washes his face, almost showing discomfort and irritation and then we see him walking in the hallway only for him to turn back towards the camera.
S. Coups: Coups fear may have to do with going in circles, or lacking direction in general. We see him walking and then he stops to turn around. He continues to walk around only with signs all around him saying “Wrong Way.” When he finally does decide to move forward, he keeps circling the block. This could signify his fear the team going forward, but keep going in circles, or not finding a path to improvement.
They’re alone to show how each member has their own, unique fear. They all experience it differently. With members shown at the end of the clip, it suggests that no matter how often their fears come and no matter how small they may be, “even though you’re being alone, remember we are on your side and don’t be afraid of all the fears you have.”
We see a cycle through the thirteen boys and it finally ends with leader S. Coups. His lines at the end of his video are more special.
“I was afraid and anxious since I was all alone.” This is representative of all of the boys’ fears because we see them all tackle these fears alone.
“Nevertheless we met on thirteen paths and eventually.” This ties in why the all showed up in each others videos. It shows that though they came from different places, different worlds, different opportunities, all of their paths eventually crossed.
“A complete bond has formed leading us to our brightest moment.” We see that S. Coups finally meets with Jeonghan, bringing all of the videos in full cycle. This shows that together, they will be their best.
Still shocked from the total annihilation of our ship and half of our crew, whereas another one was grievously wounded and at death’s door, we retreatet into the field again. That pitchblack winged avatar of doom wasn’t alone anymore. Hordes of them circled in the sky and stalked through the shredded pieces of our ship, scavenging the mortal remains of our crew, of our comrades, of our friends. And there was nothing we could do about it. Even with full force, our weapons would barely harm even one of those sick bastards, let alone drive the whole flock away. So all we could do was accept, retreat and reconsider our situation - or going nuts, like Üprrkl, a Pjörecian scientist under command of Dr. Proaxl. “We’re done for! We all gonna die! Abandon all hope, for there is no chance we’re gonna make it! Our ship - gone! Our supplies - gone! Our respiratory systems - at 35%! Our…” It was my first mate Xato Nexgrra, who attended to him. Calmly he put his weapon away, crawled over to the shivering, babbling formerly rational man. He sat down before him, showed an understanding glimpse. And hit him full throttle with all fifteen of his whip like limbs right in his face. “SHUT! THE HELL! UP!” The scientist, completly taken by surprise, obeyed speechless while rubbing his left face knob.
Dr. Proaxl made a harrumphing noise - how exactly, without a throat, has kept me riddling ever since. I apologised to her. “I’m afraid one of the ship operating squad under my command laid a hand - or fifteen - on one of your squad members. It shall not repeat.” “Oh, you shouldn’t apologise. I wanted to thank you, Xato Nexgrra, for I would have slapped him myself if I had arms. It’s no help giving in to despair. We have to focus on surviving, and first in securing treatment for Loxxar Kraes. We were able to stop the bleeding for now, but he indeed won’t make it if we can’t prevent an inflammation of the wound and stop his pain. It’s at dangerous levels right now.” “J-just leave me behind” coughed the wounded soldier, and it seemed to drain all virtue out of him. “NO WAY!!!” I had to hold back an emotional shivering, for it was not my words alone, but nine out of ten of us said it in chorus, even the lower ranks went all out and ignored military discipline to decline his demand. Alone Üprrkl didn’t say anything and I didn’t care whether it wasn’t his opinion or he just had accepted to shut the hell up. Loxxar Kraes barked stertorously and closed his eyes, but his mime told me he felt proud and gratefull of his men and the rest of us.
“Allright, we can’t stay here, we have to move to find shelter, maybe supplies or even medicine. The road is out of the question, those flying spawns of hell would tear us apart. That round fluffy thing from before was at least peaceful when we didn’t try to touch it’s food. So through the woods, it is. Praxx, Rae’krotar, you both carry Loxxar Kraes. Dr. Proaxl and her squad around you, and Xato Nexgrra at the back, Lsrl Krck and Koarl cover the sides, I’ll take the lead. I’d say we follow the course of the road, maybe we find the sentinent life form and can request their help.
Weapons alltime at the ready! Let’s go!”
Our formation ranged carefully through the terrain. After some distance, Dr Proaxl closed op to me. “Loxxar Kraes is a fine soldier. Not many could endure this level of pain that long. But we have to hurry.” I didn’t answer, just grumbled for myself. The doc’s nebulous body touched my arm and immediately her voice rang inside of my mind: “Do you believe it would be wise to force contact to this world’s inhabitants?” Under normal circumstances, this violation of my personal space would be considered grievely rude both in military and social ways, and if this would be any other day, Dr. Proaxl would be the last person in the whole universe who would
cross that line. But this was not normal, this was not every other day, and we were not a IFPS ship’s crew anymore, we were cast aways, brothers and sisters who shared a gruesome fate. And I realised immediatly, she only asked me in mind so the others couldn’t hear it and fuel up their doubts and latent despair. “Have we any other choice?” I thought. I didn’t get an answer.
Time was against us, in more than one way. We all knew that Üprrkl had hit the nail on the head. And any stand - the IFPS’ standardized unit of time - brought us nearer to the end - of whatever it might be. We swapped our positions, so everyone had once to carry our wounded companion, but it did’t help the fact all of us grew hungry and tired and slowed down.
“Let’s rest. It’s no use if anyone of us broke down. 20 stands to regain some stamina.” “Wouldn’t it be nice to have something to eat?” asked Koarl. “I ain’t gonna touch those grains!” yelled Rae’krotar. We had seen some shadows of what might be those fluffy round beasts or any other lifeform of this planet. But since those shadows didn’t bother to come closer to us, we had no mentionable encounter since the disaster with our ship. And we intended to keep it that way, so we took some detours to avoid getting too near to any scattered grains crossing our path. “Guys…” It was Üprrkl. Xato Nexgrra’s slapping had shut him up for quite the time, but eventually he started to murmur his “we gonna die, we gonna starve, we gona suffocate” again and no one had the virtue to slap him again - at least hard enough so it would have any effect. So we decided to ignore him. “Guys!!!….” “Just what the heck is your probl… oh.” “Seems like we gonna be the food.” Behind our backs, two glowing yellow eyes glanced through the long shadows of the streaks. As I could recall, they were even bigger than that winged black bastard’s ones, and both of them starred at us simultaniously, frontal. The black pupils were narrow slits, and in the cornea we could see our own reflections. “Those eyes are aligned to create two overlapping fields of view, capable of exact depth perception. It’s a predator!” proclaimed Üprrkl. What an unnecessary piece of information. As if those fangs and claws wouldn’t be self-explanatory. The body of the creature, probaply even bigger than the black flying monsters, huddled up, not in a defending way, but to prepare for a jumping attack. Even if you could only assume the whole size - most of it was covered by the shadows - one could tell the attack was imminent.
Suddenly, the earth shattered. “KI…KI…KI..HE…KI…KI…KI…” It was a deafening noise, followed by an earthquake. And another one. And another. “Those are steps!” screamed Üprrkl. Oh I began to hate his constantly uttering of the obvious. The monster ceased preparing his attack and looked up to the sky. Up to it’s full size and coming one step into the light, it was so frickin’ huge it could have swallod one of us at whole. But there was something even more frickin’ Xaleates damn huge bursting through the tops of the cultivated grass: A giant! A frickin’ gigantic giant! With a head taller than a mountain and limbs longer than our former ship’s supply tunnels, with five appendices at their ends, forming grotesk claws like parts of construction site vehicles. “AH…THE…U…R…IT… TI… TO… GO… HO…” The gigantic limb reached for the “smaller” monster’s neck and pulled it upwards. The “little” monsters hung like a sack, obviously devote to its unavoidable fate. The giant lifted the monster to its breast and hold it firm, then it threw its glance onto us. Parallel eyes! A predator like nothing comparable in the universe! “OH… IT… U…! I… SA… UR… SHI… CRA… AN… TRY… TO… HE… U… BUT… U… WE… GO…” growled the giant. We were to frightened to move just a single limb, let allone run away. Only Dr. Proaxl - who hadn’t limbs - could move. And she went straight up to the giant, levitating right to his head. “No! Doctor!” I screamed, but she ignored me. The giant stared at her with wide opened eyes, studiing its prey to the fullest. Dr. Proaxl had now reached its head, passed the enormous jaw with teeth big like daggers, meant to crush anything between it. Then she went straight for a single prominent knob in the middle of the giant’s face - and touched it. The pupils of the giant widened vastly as Dr. Proaxl entered its mind. “Oh, what pleasant surprise!” her voice chimed down to us. “It’s this world’s sentinent inhabitant. It’s willing to help us. And it’s a pup.”