The culture of college education in this country is so frustrating to me, because it ends up feeling like life and death when it really really shouldn’t. Failing an exam or dropping a class or taking more than four years or even dropping out of school shouldn’t feel like the end of the world, and we all know this, rationally, at yet they do.
(And people who went to college when you could basically always get into your first choice school and pay for the entire year with your summer job busing tables, perpetuate this by making everything about arbitrary metrics of ~success~ rather than happiness/general life satisfaction).
And yeah, there are a lot of cultural and societal factors at play, not least of which is the way that our education system treats college like the goal, something that must be harnessed to guarantee the highest possible earning potential, a necessity for future success and happiness.
But expecting to know what you want to do for the rest of your life when you’re what? 17/18/19? is ridiculous. Hell, I’m in my twenties and in grad school and I still don’t know what I want to do with my life most days. Basically no one I graduated from college with is doing what they ultimately want to do (if they even know what they want to do).
Idk idk. Life isn’t linear and it’s a lot longer than it seems when you’re 19 (which I realize is rich coming from me, the 23 year old), and they way we treat college is kind of (very) fucked up.
so i didn’t know what i wanted to draw more so i drew them all instead
(these are all totally platonic btw)
some info about the pics: i really wanted to draw a cute Dad Might head kiss. i kinda hope we see this in canon b/c it’s such a Dad thing to do
i have this headcanon that after the midterm exam, Todoroki and Momo become really close and comfortable around each other, and enjoy sleeping next to each other. Todoroki is also really nice to sleep next to b/c he can regulate his body temperature. (i also like the idea that they have sleepovers at the dorms)
Bakugou sleeps like the dead and woke up like five hours after Kaminari drew that. everyone in class 1a has a picture of it on their phone. Bakugou vowes to murder them all
and, as usual: big bro Kirishima gives the best hugs, especially for tiny frog siblings
By far, the worst thing about life without Alec had to be waking up alone. Magnus wished he could say he was surprised. Many times during the century he had been alone, he had woken up to an empty bed. But, with Alec he had quickly become accustomed to having someone to wake up next to again.
But now, all he woke up to was cold sheets and unwelcome sunlight. He glanced at his phone.
16 Missed Calls from Alexander
Call Back. Dismiss.
Magnus dismissed the notification and sat up. His head immediately started pounding. Hangover. He willed it away with a wave of his hand.
The idea of eating made him feel nauseous, so he opened a bottle of whiskey. He couldn’t be bothered to find a glass in the mess he’d made of his loft, so he drank straight from the bottle. Same difference anyway.
Of course, the more he tried not to think of Alec, the harder it became to fight the memory of his smile, his laugh, the way his eyes lit up.
He’s become so much more comfortable with himself. Confident, Jace had told Magnus once. You did that.
Just like last night, no amount of buzz Magnus had could stop his heart from aching. He felt like death. He’d forgotten just how bad a break up hurt.
Had they broken up?
Not technically. They simply went their seperate ways politically. But you could’ve fooled Magnus. Politics usually didn’t hurt this much.
Someone knocked on his door. Magnus opened it with a flick of his wrist, chugging more liquor. It was Raphael. Magnus gestured him in.
“You know,” the vampire said. “You shouldn’t just open the door for anyone. This is war, Magnus. I could’ve been coming here to kill you.”
“I’d have let you,” Magnus admitted, sipping from his bottle again. “And, don’t try to tell me about the dangers of war. I was battle hardened before your great great great grandfather’s great great great grandfather was a twinkle in his mother’s eye. I can handle whomever comes through that door just fine.”
Raphael snatched the bottle from Magnus’ hand. “Heartache makes you mean, old man.”
“Young troublemakers who come into my home and insult my battle skills make me mean,” Magnus retorted.
“I need your help.”
That got Magnus’ attention. After all, Raphael had been one of the main reasons Magnus had joined the Seelie Queen and turned his back on Alexander. This was what he was fighting for.
Magnus smiled at the boy who was practically his son, his boyfriend troubles temporarily forgotten. “Of course. The prodigal son only comes to see his old man when he wants something.”
Hey I've been struggling with my art for a long while, both in drawing and coloring equally, but I really wanna learn how to color well instead of just whipping out lineart and posting it. How would you say it's the best approach to coloring an art piece? I'm a photoshop user (I think you are too, sorry if I get this wrong XD) so from your knowledge of this software: What's the best way to color/How do YOU color?
I use a shadow layer on top of my lines+flats and almost always start with big gradient shadows first and add details on the same layer afterwards. (Also I adjust shadow layer color and properties in the process because digital art is magic and you can change stuff halfway in, wheee!)
I add light, texture, color correct and that kinda fancy stuff afterwards.
But yeah I just stack a bunch of layers on top of each other for shading.
(Hence why my flat painting-paintings are all b/w lol - I suck at colors otherwise!) I’m gonna be one of those artists who say “don’t shade with black”. Sorry. Imo it’s muddy and boring looking <___<
I do a mix of hard and soft shadows. You’ll have to experiment with your brushes to find the ones best for the job. I use a PS default soft airbrush and my inker brush. I know some artists use the lasso tool+fill for cel shading.
I hope this made sense! :D Tbh the tutorials I linked probably answer more of your questions than this post itself…
I've always been a proponent of learning to love yourself by yourself instead of being in a relationship while you learn to do so. Because most times when someone is there to rely on when you're in the middle of learning, they act as a crutch. So what happens when you "love yourself" and that crutch happens to leave you? Now you're in s whirlwind of shit. Did you really love yourself? Or were you using that crutch
Hey guys, gals, n nonbinary pals. I've never been one much for exercise, but when people think about trans guys a lot of them go to the stereotypical "ripped with a six-pack" sort of person. How do I get people to take me seriously when I look more like four limp noodles stapled to a peanut?
Manhood embodies so many things. I think that we are trapped in what the world says masculinity should be instead of just living as the men we are. Why is it that we have to choose to appeal to others when we as ourselves attract others through strength not muscle? I love my Trans identity because no one wants to claim it and I claim all of me!!!! So I define Me.
Today I have created a space where your masculinity belongs to you. You own it. You be it with integrity. And you Love yourself regardless of what the world says. There is no one way to be a man and if there was that would be boring!
Scott wasn’t pack anymore, hadn’t been since the kanima and his betrayal. Jackson had left for London, pack bonds severing as soon as a new pack had been found. Erica and Boyd had left too, went to the San Francisco pack, barely even saying goodbye. Isaac had drifted away slowly, merging himself with Scott until one day Derek had awoke to the pain and emptiness of a solitary alpha.
The Argents have had a strong hold on the city of Beacon Hills for as long as anyone can remember. They’re ruthless, dangerous and willing to use any means necessary to get what they deem is theirs. They work from the shadows, feeding off the rotten underbelly of corruption and greed that Beacon Hills has become. Enter Agent Hale. Derek has been trying to topple the Argent crime regime ever since they killed his family in cold blood. He’s always one step behind them, always just within reach of revenge. Annoyed by Derek’s continual intervention but not threatened, the Argents send the ace up their sleeves to get rid of the Hale family once and for all. Only… that ace might just be the king of hearts, instead.
Stiles has never been skinny. He was a chubby kid. He was a preteen who hadn’t lost his baby fat. Even when he shot up four inches in ninth grade, the pudge over his stomach stayed put.
And, apparently, he’s also a stress eater. By the beginning of his senior year, Stiles has only one pair of pants he can still button. But it’s not that big a deal. It’s not like he has a line up of romantic partners trying to take his shirt off or anything.
Do you have any headcanons on our Leprechaun giving oral? Because I loved every single detail of 'till the dead don't seem so cold (wait for a review sometime, by the way, I have to reread it because when I first did I didn't have a clue). Asking for a friend...
What do you think happens when you leave your panties on the windowsill, instead of the usual bread or milk?
Sweeney takes that as his cue, he knows what kind of sustenance you are offering tonight. He draws the window up in one large hand and fits his impressive frame through with only a small amount of stumbling, just a few curses muttered under his breath as he squeezes into your room.
There’s no need for words as he looms over your bed; while you’re trying to think of a witty quip about your pot of gold he’s already drawing the sheets to the side and settling himself between your knees. He watches your face as he slides his hands down to part your bare thighs though, making certain you really want this.
He savors you. First he tastes the wetness between your folds like you’re a new, exotic wine, and soon he’s sucking at you like this is his only real nourishment, little moans of gratitude punctuating the movements of lips and jaw. He is a magical creature after all, you suppose he really could be getting some form of sustenance out of this. Perhaps his being needs more gifts than just the humble ones your grandmother told you about.
Or maybe it’s just a while since he’s gotten laid.
Either way, he seems to want your pleasure as much as you do, and when he tells you a name to shout while you climax you do it joyfully, loud enough to wake the neighbors. He deserves it.
He seems surprised when you don’t let him leave right away, when you offer to return the favor. “Bless these modern women,” you hear him say under his breath as he strips off his clothes and climbs up the bed beside you.
So I'm a little flabbergasted. I'm a male writer who has been trying to write interesting and complex women that appeal to women, and if we go by my female beta readers, I've failed. But apparently you didn't? What do you think I'm missing that you have going for you? Be as blunt as you need to be.
I spent a decade listening to ladies who beta’d my stories/novels instead of asking another guy how to write women.
I know some of you look around, and you see all these artists making such beautiful art in time spans of like an hour or a few hours, and then you look at your work and you get so demoralized because you’re taking so long.
I’m here to tell you that that’s perfectly okay. You’re not other artists. You are you, and your work defines you. If you need to take 10 hours, or even days to complete your art piece, it is okay, because it’s yours. You’re doing your best to make your art what you want it to be, and just because you can’t do it in a few hours like other artists do, it doesn’t make the value of your work any less. In fact, your patience and perseverance is absolutely admirable.
Take your time. You’re using your hands to create something that you love. Don’t let the people around you that you see hinder that in any way. You will definitely get faster in time, but if you give up now, thinking that you’ll always be this slow when you make art, you’ll never reach that stage. This applies not only to art, but also to other skills that you’re trying to pick up.
So look at what you yourself are doing, instead of looking around at others. Don’t worry too much, and enjoy yourself in the process of creation and learning! :)