what's going on with the butterflies

Butterfly Project

So guys there’s a project made by this Kpop fan called the “Butterfly Project”. What this basically is, is that you put a butterfly in your name on any social media accounts. The butterfly is the chosen emoji because Hansol from Topp Dogg likes butterflies. However, this isn’t only for Hansol, this is for A L L Kpop idols with mental illnesses. There are many idols out there who have mental illnesses, but they just don’t want to show it because they don’t want us to worry. To be honest, I think of this as supporting those with mental illnesses, not just idols, but everyone. It’s not fun to go through these things, I hope this message can get sent everywhere and that you guys will do it ^^.

supervisor: okay, here’s the packet they sent for this work period, it tells all the promotional stuff we’re going to do.

me: there’s a recipe in here for watermelon and feta cheese salad

everyone: what

me: it’s got mint … and prosciutto di parma

everyone: WHAT

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Iiii splurged a little bit but not as much as I thought I’d need to to 1) complete Igraine’s [insert description here; I have no idea what to call it lmao… ‘necromancer goth with flowers and butterflies’] aesthetic with some Mursaat tendrils, and to 2) give Norn Jay the hair he deserves. Most of the gems came from me emptying my entire hoard of crafting materials that I NEVER use and selling it at the trading post and converting the necessary gold. xD Turns out it IS easy to make money in this game if you just remember to sell your crap every now and again lmao LMAO. So much gold omg.

I usually don’t like paying actual money for the gem store stuff but I so rarely want anything from the gem store so I thought I could treat myself this time. xD Listen, listen: I love the mursaat. And I mean I hate them with all my heart but I love them a lot.

Also I think we should all appreciate the baby orrian chicken, the only mini that will ever matter to me:

you don’t stop
loving someone
just because
you don’t talk
to each other
anymore.

you don’t start
hating someone
just because
things got tough
or wasn’t all
sunshine and
butterflies
the whole time.

sometimes
things work out,
sometimes
they don’t,

sometimes shit
just happens,
and that’s okay.

love is really,
fucking complicated
guys.
but go with it
when you find it
anyways.

you might
get lucky
or you might not,
but either way
you can say you
tried and learned.

and that’s
important
too.

—  trying to learn from what happened (6/21/17), thekaijusleeps

starmaiden777  asked:

Do you think you could give some pointers as to how to draw dragons? I'm stuck whenever I try and the anatomy and proportions never seems to line up.

That’s the fun part about dragons though - you can throw anatomy out the window for the most part because there’s no specific one way to draw them.

[I made this at 3am and forgot about it in my drafts, so please let me know if you want clarification on a specific thing]

I like to push for variety and variation with dragons. The most common dragon we usually see is a Western Dragon; long neck, spikes, webbed wings, horns on their head. [you can probably picture one from pop culture based on that reference alone]

But that doesn’t have to be the only way to draw dragons. There are also Wyverns, Eastern Orientals, Hyrdas, Serpents, and more. Play around with the body and faces of dragons to make them a bit more unique and give them more personality and don’t be afraid to make them look “ugly”, they could end up pretty badass.

Dragons can have a wide variety of body types. These can vary from proper quadruped legs to bipedal with a weight offset. Front legs can be shorter than back legs, or they can even resemble real-life animals with “dragony” features. 

If you’re worried about proportioning, try breaking up your dragon’s body. I’ll use the Body Type + Appearance Dragons as examples;

  • Large: 33% Head // 33% Body // 33% Tail // [1% Extra/Pudge hehe]
  • Skinny: 10% Head // 20% Neck // 25% Body // 45% Tail
  • Lean: 10% Head // 20% Neck // 35% Body // 35% Tail
  • Bipedal: 10% Head // 40% Body // 50% Tail


With wings, you’re going to want them to be larger than your dragon’s body [unless they’re earthbound, in which case they can be tiny] Ideal wings are usually as long as your dragons body without the tail.

If you’re struggling with wings, I often break them up into two or three parts. Consider it to be like your arm, going from bicep to forearm to hand and fingers. Note that the Butterfly wings seen above don’t use this same method and are one solid piece.

If you’re designing a dragon, consider where they live or what they’ll be doing. Oceanic dragon? Try webbed hands or fins. Earthbound dragon? Give them big, powerful claw-paws so they can dig through the toughest of dirt. Again, there’s no right way to draw a dragon, so have fun with it!

concept: you come and visit me and we go on our first date. i get caught up picking out what to wear, i’m nervous but happy to the point were i can’t stop smiling. having butterflies in my stomach every moment i spend with you, especially when we hold hands and i finally get to kiss you.

queerty.com
Blind people reveal how they knew they were gay
You often hear about "love at first sight." But what is that experience like for people who can't see?
By Graham Gremore

Reddit users wondered how blind people (especially those blind from birth) would understand their sexuality or identify as LGBTQ – how could they be attracted to individuals whom they cannot see?

Users who were blind came across the question and supplied the answer:

“When I meet someone, what I go by is their voice, their smell, their kindness, and their willingness to help me when needed,” said one.

They largely agreed on voice being a key attribute.

It’s about the feeling, they described, the butterflies they’d feel in their stomach when touching someone of their preferred gender – or even just being close to them, to that tangible sort of energy – eliciting involuntary reactions not experienced when with the other gender. 

Our connections to each other are so complex and multifaceted and ingrained that of course it extends beyond one specific human sense. And understanding this depth is an important step in recognizing that the LGBTQ experience is one that’s full, rewarding, and, truly, love.

👏🏼 MAY 👏🏼 I 👏🏼 JUST 👏🏼 SAY 👏🏼 that I LIVE for expanded characterizations of girls that don’t ignore or change what we already know of them, especially their femininity? Let Parvati & Lavender be badass dueling wand warriors who still say “Ooooh!” and have giant silly crushes on Firenze and love themselves the heck out of some baby unicorns and tea leaf readings. You go Parvati Patil. Fight with that butterfly ornament in ur hair. F the wizard patriarchy. Fight like a girl.

the purest things harry’s written about louis
  • sweet creature, sweet creature, wherever i go, you bring me home
  • the summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation, i love you, that’s all i do, i love you 
  • i think i might give up everything, just ask me to
  • i don’t care what people say when we’re together, you know i wanna be the one to hold you when you sleep
  • you’re all i want, so much it’s hurting 
🌟 sheet mask asks. 🌟
  • aloe: name a song that calms you down when you're upset.
  • argan: how many times a week do you exercise?
  • blueberry: what was your favorite childhood food? do you still love it?
  • collagen: what common misconception do you hate to hear repeated as fact?
  • cucumber: what’s your favorite cheesy pick-up line? would you ever use it on someone?
  • egg cream: would you rather have a very long (120 years) comfortable but boring life, or live half as long but have an exciting life packed with adventure?
  • gold: what political topic gets you worked up/angry?
  • honey: describe one of the best days of your life.
  • hyaluronic acid: if you could change three things about your life, what would they be?
  • lemon: do you have any annoying habits? what are they?
  • milk: do you think you take care of yourself? do you think you should sleep or eat more?
  • pearl: what are some words you like in a language that is not your own?
  • pomegranate: what fact amazes you every time you think of it?
  • red ginseng: do you think you'll still be the same person when you're old?
  • rose water: if you could see love, what would it look like? describe love in terms of aesthetic (butterflies, stars, rainbows, etc).
  • royal jelly: what is your most bizarre talent?
  • shea butter: what's a song that gets stuck in your head that you despise?
  • snail: would you rather go to a club, house party, or a small get together of 4 or 5 friends? or, do you just prefer to be alone?
  • tea tree: what is something you’ve always wanted to try but have been too scared to attempt?
Another Man’s Treasure

A/N: This is a completed five-part mini-series because @alrightpetal and I have this thing about making Harry super vulnerable and flawed. So here you go.

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain // Wings of Butterflies


…I’m gonna show you tonight! I’m alright! I’m just fine! And you’re a tool so, so what?

You belted your heart out up on stage, pumping your fist in the air to empower your words even further. It was a good thing you knew all the words, too, because your mates had bought you so many drinks your vision was crossed and blurred you couldn’t have read the lyrics to an unfamiliar song. Then you would have just been a blubbering fool butchering a karaoke performance. And that would have been embarrassing.

Singing yourself blue in the face—and drinking yourself into oblivion—served as the perfect outlet for your aching heart. Hours earlier, you’d been dumped. Or more accurately, replaced.

It’d been a week since you’d heard from your long-term boyfriend, and while you knew he was on holiday with his mates—a holiday you hadn’t been invited on—it was still odd that you hadn’t heard from him at all. Not even a text to let you know that he’d made it to Amsterdam. You didn’t expect too much communication; you trusted him to treat you right, but, silly you, you thought your boyfriend might actually miss you and want to say hi.

Last night after seven and a half days of nothing, you completely lost it and called him forty-seven times in a row. And not a single one was answered. So you rang your closest friends and they came over, laptops and tablets in hand, and intense cyber-stalking commenced.

It only took thirty-four minutes for your good mate Lindsey to unearth a damning post on Insta that your boyfriend was tagged in by a girl you kind of knew. The picture itself wasn’t awful; honestly you couldn’t make out much besides silhouettes and drinks. Even the caption wasn’t much; all it said was, “this guy” with a random slew of emojis. But the funny thing was, when you tried to search for it yourself, nothing came up. Meaning you were blocked. You weren’t meant to see this picture.

Twenty-two minutes of super-sleuthing was enough time for your oldest friend Ashley to find every social media account the girl had, and then eventually uncover her phone number.

In thirteen minutes you had a text drafted to her that was so long it was broken into five different parts when you hit send.

And one minute and fifty-four seconds is all the time your boyfriend—well ex-boyfriend—allowed you to speak to him today before he told you he was coming back tomorrow and there’d be no need for you to come see him. Tomorrow or ever again.

So your mates did what they knew best. They took you out, got you absolutely smashed, and then got you up on stage to pour your heart out. Somewhere in between I Will Survive and Total Eclipse of the Heart, you got a bit weepy and ended up calling your brother from the toilet. It took you awhile to realize you weren’t actually sobbing to him but his voicemail, and as soon as you did you pulled yourself back together and headed out for another drink and a rousing rendition of Since U Been Gone.

The few other patrons in the pub were hardly paying attention to your drunken warbling on stage, only breaking from their conversations when your mates would cheer at the end of each song, some of them even offering half-hearted claps. If they were annoyed, they certainly didn’t let on. Most likely, they pitied you; for Christ sake, you pitied you.

When your song ended, you finished the rest of your drink and began flipping through the songbook. Liberation was surging through you and you wanted a song to match your mood; something to serve as a proper fuck you to the twat you’d wasted the last few years of your young life on.

The book closed on your fingers, and you stumbled back in surprise. Were books automated now too?! You still weren’t over the automated tills at Tesco, would you now have to get used to robotic books closing on you when they’d had enough?!

“[Y/N].”

You looked up, your blurred vision slowly coming into focus as you swayed on the spot. A robotic book didn’t close itself on you, a person had closed it. Which was rather rude of them.

[Y/N],” he repeated. Finally he came into view and you cocked your head in confusion.

“Hazza?” you slurred, taking a step closer to get a better look. You nearly toppled off the stage, but Harry was quick to grab you by the waist and steady you before easing you down.

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A Simple Suggestion

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Originally posted by akumatisedmari

So I had a dream last night. A dream that Ladybug and Chat Noir moved out of their homes into a studio apartment together so they could be around each other and get to akuma attacks quickly and always be alert.

But they never detransformed. They were always suited up and just lived together like two best friends and kept the city safe.

@philosophy-and-coffee said it’d make a neat fic idea and had a few cute ideas to add on to it, so…naturally, I wrote it. 

A Simple Suggestion
Summary: Breaks from patrol often allow time for Ladybug and Chat Noir to talk and be themselves. But when a silly joke starts to seem all that…well, not silly, the two find themselves considering something neither of them had ever before: moving in together. 
The tricky part is still keeping their identities a secret.
Rated: G (might change to T later)
Pairing(s): Ladybug/Chat Noir

Chapter 1 - A joke
Word count: 1,464
Read on: ao3 

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It had started out as a joke.

Chat Noir had thrown the idea into the air one night when they’d taken a break from patrol. The city was quiet, the breeze that danced through the open sky was refreshing, and the laughter that had accompanied his voice had made Marinette smile all too wide.

“What if we moved in together?” he’d asked with a nervous twitch of his tail. “I’ve been preparing to move out for a while, but…I don’t know. Something about the thought of living alone makes me nervous.”

“You mean-” Marinette’s eyes widened. “Us? Move in together? Like, Ladybug and Chat Noir living together?”

“Yeah,” Chat laughed. “What if?”

At first, she’d given her partner nothing more than a chuckle and a dismissive pat on the shoulder, shaking her head at the simple notion. It had been such a funny thing for him to suggest that the giggles that rose from her throat had been all too hard to suppress. Even if she secretly didn’t despise the idea, she knew it would never work out.

“How would we even manage that?” she asked, swinging her legs over the ledge of the apartment complex they had paused upon and taking in a breath of the atmosphere. She could detect a small hint of food cooking somewhere, and in the distance music played, which added to the comforting ambiance of the city she adored so much. “We’d just walk around in our own home transformed, like it was a completely normal thing?”

Chat Noir offered a shrug, looking a tad sheepish. “Hah, yeah, I guess that does sound kind of stupid.”

A frown replaced Marinette’s smile, and she felt a small hint of guilt for her previous comment. “Well,” she said in an attempt to fix her blunder. “I don’t know about stupid…”

“It would probably be weird,” Chat continued, “and awkward at times…and it wouldn’t be easy…”

Marinette nodded.

“…but I dunno,” he sighed, shifting his gaze. “Part of me thinks we’d be able to make it work.”

Allowing the thought to process, Marinette tapped her finger along the aged paneling of the roof they sat atop, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as she sought for a reply.

Would they be able to make it work?

After all, she’d been thinking about moving out of the bakery soon due to space, and she didn’t like the idea of living alone either…and Alya was already sharing an apartment Nino…

“Maybe,” Marinette said, a hint of humor in her voice. “But we’d be together all the time, and I can’t exactly picture myself cooking dinner wearing a skin-tight suit. Even if it would protect me from burns.”

Chat supplied a small snort of laughter at her statement. “I guess that’s a bonus. Would living together be so weird, though?”

Marinette opened her mouth to answer with a “yes, of course!”, but paused as she couldn’t exactly find an explanation why it would be so odd for them to live together under those circumstances. Sure, it’d feel a bit off to walk around an apartment with her suit on, but by now Marinette was used to wearing polka-dots for long hours. She felt more natural in her transformation than she ever had five years prior when she was fourteen, freshly new to the world of superheroes and saving the city, and for a brief second the thought that maybe Chat’s idea wasn’t such a stupid one passed her mind.

It would be a hell of a lot more convenient for the both of them. They wouldn’t have to worry about when the other would show up during akuma attacks, or struggle going through a battle alone while one of them was on their way.

(Or, on the rare occurrence that a certain Ladybug slept in late during a rather difficult akuma attack, Chat Noir wouldn’t have to suffer through another hour of holding a violet butterfly within his paws and panicking over what he should do with it.)

A small grin twitched at the corner of Marinette’s mouth before a second thought passed her mind, causing the hint of a smile to fall.

She knew Chat Noir was dying to get out of his house. Nineteen years old and still suffocating under the watchful eye of his parents (parent?), Chat often expressed his sorrows about his home life with a forlorn sigh. Though he never delved too deeply into personal details, Marinette could tell just by the carefully worded sentences that he was having a difficult time staying happy in the house he’d lived in since he was a baby.

And, although she couldn’t relate, Marinette did feel for her friend. There were often times where she had considered begging Tikki to let them reveal their identities to each other just so she could take Chat Noir to the bakery and gift him a place to live that he looked forward to coming home to.

(Too many nights had she found Chat patrolling the city when there hadn’t been a scheduled patrol, after all.)

And now the words were on the tip of her tongue; the confirmation she knew her partner was secretly hoping for notwithstanding the fact that he was writing it off as a joke.

A joke that tugged at his lips in a sort of dejected smile that did not—would not—reach his eyes.

“I wonder how that would work,” Marinette whispered, eyes falling to the city streets below, where cars trailed lazily down the two-way street in a pale river of yellow lights. “Maybe we could make it work.”

One of Chat’s velvet ears twitched against his shaggy blond hair, and his eyes met hers for a fleeting moment. Even in the second of shared eye contact Marinette could see the tiny spark of hope that glowed within them, and she couldn’t stop the smile that began to spread across her face.

Maybe they could move in together. Sure, she’d have to talk to Tikki about it first, and they’d have to find an inconspicuous apartment in the middle of the city together, and it would wouldn’t be easy…

But…

But…no. That was just silly.

A silly, silly idea. It wouldn’t work out. How would they keep their identities secret? How would they be able to live life as normal civilians and go about their daily duties—work, university, grocery shopping—without revealing themselves?

You’ll never know until you try, a little voice peeped in the back of Marinette’s mind. What could be so bad about it?

What could be so bad? Well, they could accidentally come home destransformed, or sleepwalk in their pajamas, or both walk up to the front door at the same time without their suits on, or, or-

Or…what?

All of those situations could easily be avoided. They could set rules. Marinette could make masks so they wouldn’t have to be transformed all of the time, or they could turn out the lights every now and then. Or maybe they could set certain days where they would stay transformed so they could hang out.

Huh…the whole idea was beginning to seem a lot simpler than it had been three minutes ago.

Yeah, Marinette replied to the earlier thought, what could be so bad?

She knew of plenty of things that could be bad, as her anxiety had ways of creating the most outlandish situations. For now, however, she ignored them.

Looking over to Chat Noir, Marinette smiled, giving his back (which was slumped over in a sad sort of way) a gentle pat. He responded by sitting up straight, a question on his lips and hope in his gaze, ears perked up in interest. They stared at each other for a breath or two before Marinette exploded into a fit of laughter, her stomach clenching with the force of of her chortle.

Chat flinched at first, obviously surprised by her sudden outburst, but a second later he joined her in the ocean of giggles that had flooded between them. His smile was so wide that Marinette could see the white glint of his teeth and lovely crinkles around his eyes, as well as the shake of his shoulders and a single tear—whether it be from laughter or relief—that slid down his cheek.

And that was how Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ladybug, nineteen-year-old baker’s daughter found herself transformed and heaving box after box into a two-bedroom apartment smack dab in the middle of Paris a month later with a black cat trailing just a step behind her, placing a few of his own boxes on the wide, empty wooden floor.

It had been a crazy, crazy idea.

But sometimes, Marinette knew, the craziest of ideas were the best of all.

Goalie Warm Up Mini Compilation

You had a rough day? No problem my dear fella I got a little compilation for you that might make you smile ;)

“Goalie Warm Up Mini Compilation”


Reto Berra going down in a, what it seems to be a blocking butterfly then ‘shaking’ (correct me if I’m wrong)..

Originally posted by nylander

Alex Stalock also going down in butterfly and ‘shaking’  his pads..

“The Wild’s Darcy Kuemper taking a breather.

https://www.nytimes.com/2015/05/20/sports/hockey/nhl-goalies-need-their-alone-time-er-stretching-routines.html?_r=0

McDonald nugget (Fleury) spreading his chicken wings..

Gotta be flexible to make acrobatic saves..


Originally posted by hockeynat96

‘Shaving’ the ice.. Ice might be slick and you don’t wanna slide out of postion, good warm up for your legs and the puck slows down easier.

I don’t know what this fucker is doing.. (’Scuse my french)

Carey Price teaching the kids..


Jonathan Quick streching his legs..

Writing Strong Emotions

@chemistreat asked: “How can one control and write the pure emotion of learning you aren’t who you think you are- in ethnicity, religion, race or otherwise? Something that makes a character rethink all of their traditions?”

When it comes to writing these moments of epiphany or emotional overload, it might feel like your writing in these scenes just can’t get to that level of emotion you hope to achieve. With some of these moments, the emotion might start to feel cheesy or just not enough, or it might be such a mess of different emotions, like anger, shock, disappointment, and betrayal that you don’t really know how to show it all. 

In either case, the big emotions are not easy, however there are a few techniques you can use to become better at putting them into words. 

1. Describe the setting after… This is one exercise that helps you write with emotion in a way that goes beyond what the protagonist may be able to directly express. Examples of this might include, describe a living room after an argument. Or describe a bride’s bedroom the morning before her wedding. These exercises force you to think of how emotion can shape the world of your novel beyond just the protagonist’s experiences. 

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sana is a girl with a crush who knows her crush likes her back, and has the confidence to go talk to said crush, and who can’t help but smile when she’s around him. there’s quiet happiness and excitement and butterflies in her belly and she’s glowing on this sunny day and it’s truly lovely to see her like this and no matter what, i’ll always be glad to see this girl smile this 

Are you sure?” 

Look at the concern on his face for her. Look at it

Even though he’s with the girl of his dreams, he still leaves her behind to make sure Star was feeling OK. He didn’t want her to feel left out because she loved Love Sentence just as much as he did and he wanted her to be with him to enjoy the show together. He KNOWS that she probably felt awkward about the kiss he had with Jackie and that’s why he attempted to apologize to her. Because he didn’t want her to be the third wheel and feel left out. 

Even though he’s in a relationship with Jackie, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about Star anymore. He still cares about her feelings, he still cares about her problems, he still cares about their friendship. Being in a relationship with Jackie didn’t erase everything he felt towards Star. 

Stop saying that Marco has changed because he’s in a relationship with Jackie. 

Stop saying that Marco doesn’t care about Star now that he’s with Jackie. 

Stop saying that Marco doesn’t appreciate Star now that he’s with Jackie. 

Marco Diaz LOVES AND APPRECIATES Star so much as his Best Friend and he would never hurt her intentionally. For fucks sake you saw how he tried apologizing to her over the kiss he had with his new Girlfriend. This boy would never do something to intentionally hurt her feelings. 

I’m a hardcore Starco shipper but I would never hate Jackie Lynn Thomas over the Starco angst we’re going through right now. I’m not the writer of the series, I’m not part of the creative team, I have no idea how long that relationship will last. I will enjoy what we have so far and I have faith that Daron will provide a great story for all of us to enjoy regardless who winds up getting together with who. 

(PS: Thanks for not removing anything. You’re Great) 

I call the darkness unto me

From deepest depths of Earth and Sea

To blackest night I pledged my soul

and crush my heart

To summon forth a deathly power

To see my hated foe devored

The Immortal Monster will long he haunted

By the darkest spell of

Moon the Undaunted

From the teaser it seems like Battle for Mewni will give us some insight to what Moon’s “darkest spell” could be… 

Methinks that shit’s gonna go down.