whoops figured out how to do this right

Concept: Mickey and Emil have been friends basically since they both began skating. They’re really close, and when I say close I mean HELLA. Sleepovers, friendship bracelet exchange when they were 12 (Emil still wears his outside of skating, and while Mickey will never admit it he still keeps his in his wallet of all places), the whole deal. Sara is also part of their friend group, but she’s definitely not as close to Emil as Mickey is.

And then puberty hits and Mickey suddenly becomes very aware of Emil and his closeness to Sara. In reality, nothing’s really changed, but he’s begun to get a weird tight feeling in his chest whenever he sees Emil smiling and laughing with Sara. He begins to be a lot more protective over Sara because that’s what it’s gotta be, right? Sara is getting prettier each year, and as her big brother he has a responsibility to keep men from taking advantage of her. Even if it’s Emil, who he’s known for years. Anyways, there’s nothing else this feeling can be, right? Right. Nothing more than protectiveness.

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FireAlpaca 3D Perspective Tool

the lightweight image editing program FireAlpaca already had several different functions that would let users do some rudimentary perspective work with a bit of finagling, but this latest update is on an entirely different level. 

in this tutorial, i’m going to use this tool to make a short animation that changes in perspective, so let’s get started!

after updating firealpaca, start a new document. the first step to playing with perspective is to add this special layer from the Snap menu.

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It Takes Time (Gang au)

A/n: I figured out how I want to do this series for now which is introducing each member on their own. So heres Jungkook first. It’s not very climatic right now. Also I’m sorry it’s so short I just wanted to get something out because its been a long time since I’ve last updated this whoops plus I’ve had some anons rushing (which I understand, I mean its literally been months.) Enjoy!

Prologue, Part 2

He threw you into the room and you landed on the cold floor. “Now stay here until someone comes to get you,” he turned and laughed, “if someone ever comes to get you.” Jimin shut the door and left. Out of sight out of mind for him. You backed up to the corner of the room, not staring up to meet the other girls. “H-hi I’m Neni but everyone calls me Pip-” Jimin barged back in and threw a piece of cloth at you which you realized was a dress. 

“Wh-what’s this?” You asked him. 

“Your new uniform!” He said cheekily. 

“Here? In front of everyone?” You asked softly. 

“Well yeah?,” he laughed, “do you see any other rooms? Unless you wanna change out in the hall? But if someone comes out I won’t stop them from touching you.” He looked down at you and grin. “So what’s it gonna be girly?“ You pointed to the door. 

"No-” Neni started saying but was cut off by Jimin, “Hey! Shut it!” He lifted his hand up to her to make her flinch then put it back down, “That’s what I thought. Now come on girly let’s get you changed.” He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out. “Go ahead don’t be shy.” He shut the door behind you. You started taking off your shirt when Jimin started running up and down the hall slamming and banging against the walls yelling, “Fresh meat! Fresh meat! A cute little gal! Get it while it’s hot!” You realized you made a big mistake when men started coming out of their rooms. 

“Hey what’s all the ruckus?” A brown haired man asked as he rubbed his hair looking as if he just woke up. 

“Well Hobi and comrades, we have a new one with us today. It’s her first day, in fact, it’s her first hour.” Jimin answered. 

“So the freshest of the fresh I see.” An evil smirk popped up on his face. “Guess I better get to it before they do.” He walked faster towards you along with the other men. You quickly put your shirt back on and backed up against the wall at the end of the hall. Tears making their way down your face. All the men looked down at you like a group of hound dogs ready to attack. 

“She’s very pretty.” One said. 

“Yeah look at that hair.” Another spoke picking up a sliver of your hair. 

“Look at her curves. Wooh, mami let me getta slice of you?" 

They all kept saying sexual things about you, making you crying even harder. "Alright alright alright alright, that’s enough pigs. Go back to your room.” A man got in between you and the crowd but none of them listened. “NOW!” He yelled making everyone drag themselves back into their rooms and slam their doors.

“Man, Jungkook you’re no fun.” The guy named Hobi said while putting his hands against the back of his head and walking away nonchalantly. 

“And you’re a dick.” He said back, “Jimin she’s coming with me.”

“We gotta take it up with Namjoon first though?…" 

"I said she’s coming with me, so that means she’s coming with me.” He hovered over Jimin with his teeth clenched. Jimin put his hands up in surrender.

“Whatever man but if he comes by, I’m blaming you." 

"Yeah, yeah whatever wimp. Now come on.” He turned to you. “Stop crying and let’s go!” He waited for you to pick yourself up and wipe your sleeve against your face. You looked up at him to see his still face. He twirled back around and headed down the other side of the hall then took a right. You guys walked to the third door then entered. He closed the door then sat at the edge of the bed. You stood there, confused on what to do. “You could sit down if you want.” He said patting the bed. “If you wanna lay down take your shoes off okay?” You nodded in response. “Your not much of a speaker are you?” You shrugged making him chuckle. “Hey it’s okay, it’s just me. Jungkook! I just saved you, well kind of.”

“Kind of?” You questioned softly. 

“Even if I didn’t step in, Jimin wouldn’t have let anything happen to you. I mean I hope.” He put his head on his hand as if to think about it. “Nah, nah, he wouldn’t have. Well I mean if you haven’t done anything to him but I heard you’ve only been here for an hour so I don’t think you’ve fucked up already. Have you?” You shook you’re head furiously. “Didn’t think so. Waah you’re so pretty. What’d you do to get down here?" 

"M-my brother got into some trouble with another gang, a smaller one. They wouldn’t leave him alone and I didn’t know what to do so I tracked down Namjoon to help. I told him I’d repay him back for the damage but I couldn’t gather up all the money. So here I am, for exchange of my brothers freedom really.” Jungkook just stared at you with wide eyes. 

“That’s the most you’ve talked and your voice is so light and pretty.” You smiled and looked down. “Well I’m going to shower… don’t try to escape okay? It’s much worse out there than in here.” He grabbed a shirt and pajama pants from his drawer. “But if do escape, don’t get caught. They’ll take care of your family in front of you then you after… trust me, it’s not something you want to see…” he looked down and slowly walked to the bathroom that was connected to his room. He shut the door and ran the water. You took this as a chance to change your outfit and look around. There wasn’t a closet, just a drawer with a tv on it and a nightstand. The window above the bed had bars. 

“I’m being held captive…” you looked outside only to see crates next to crates next to crates. Behind them all was just forest. You took a peak into Jungkooks nightstand and found a small picture. It was of a lady with an older woman next to her and two kids in front of them. “Oh. That kind of looks like Jungkook.” You set it down and kept looking. Not much was in there and all the other drawers were filled with flimsy clothes. You’d think for a gangster they’d have better quality clothing but I guess this isn’t a fashion business. You heard the water shut off and quickly jumped onto the bed, sitting on the side closest to the wall. “I see you’re ready for me.” He smirked as he walked into the bedroom. “I’m just kidding I know Jimin had you wear that.” You nodded your head making it known you heard him. “So what do you wanna do?” He asked but all you did was shrug. “Uhm you wanna watch tv? Here.” He handed you the controller.

“No thank you.” You handed it back. 

“Okay then I’ll watched tv and you could just sleep?” You nodded. “Okay cool.” You laid down, not going anywhere near Jungkook. “Here.” He handed you a blanket. 

“Thank you.” You said softly.

The last thing you remember was falling asleep as Jungkook watched tv and now here you are up while he’s sleeping. You sat up a little and looked out the window, curling your knees up to your chest and hugging them. “I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry dad… I’m sorry Jay. I wish I could’ve done better for this family. I should’ve done better for this family. I got Jay away though… I hope you can look after him okay?” You felt a warm stream roll off your face. They wouldn’t stop coming and you started to breathe heavier. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying frantically. And that’s when you felt the body next to you start moving. He shifted his weight towards you. 

“Can you keep it down?” He said in a harsh tone. “I said shut it!” He raised his voice but you couldn’t stop. “Goddamn it! I’m trying to help you! But I can’t if you won’t let me sleep! I have to work tomorrow…” so you tried. You really did but all the loud sniffling and small squeaks irritated him. “That’s it!” He grabbed you by the back of your neck and slung you across the bed onto the floor. “You’re going back to the flower room!” He got up, still having a grip to your neck, squeezing it so you wouldn’t get out of his hold. He opened the door and walked down the hall. 

“No no please!” “I don’t want to go back there!” “My neck! My neck! Let go!” You shrieked, trying to grab at his hands. All your screaming woke some of the men up. They peeked their heads through their doors looking tired and disoriented. One caught your attention. You guys stared at each other for what seemed like a while but was only mere seconds. You were in too much pain to actually see any features to the male other than his eyes. 

“Brought her back already? Poor thing wasn’t up to your standards? Aish Jungkookie, maybe you need to stop being so rough!” Jimin smirked as he opened the door. “Let the bitch in.” He said with a slight bow and his hands gesturing towards the inside of the room. 

Jungkook threw you down on to the floor only to leave with one phrase, “I tried.”

Cold (Lance/Pidge)

(Pidgance Month, Day 5: rainforest | i’ll make this one cute and fluffy– oops never mind lolol and yes, horrible title but i couldn’t come up with anything else Earth setting, Voltron doesn’t exist here but human Allura and Coran do)

“Come on, Pidge! It’s not that cold, I swear!” Lance called as he around in the cool, surprisingly clear water, instantly refreshed.

“You’re just in your underwear!”

“So?” He countered. “You can stare. I won’t mind.”

Pidge groaned loudly, still covering her eyes. “I don’t swim.” She muttered.

“It’s not deep. Plus, you stink. You need this.” Lance said bluntly before submerging himself in the water completely. The sound made Pidge instinctively look up, making sure her companion didn’t get sucked in by some water monster or something.

Fortunately, he was fine.

And Pidge got to find out in the best way possible.

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Keith Has a Gay Crisis™

Hey guys! This is based on a post by @ackerchou, who wanted a fic where Keith is too distracted by the fact that he’s gay to focus on a mission. And somehow, this weird thing was born. I hope you like it! Sorry it gets a little heavy for a minute :O

Anyways this ended up being almost 4200 words? I got a little excited.

And it’s on AO3!

Keith didn’t want to say anything, but he was getting antsy.

With Shiro back and somewhat taking control of the team again, their attention had drifted from finding Lotor and turned back to their usual rescue missions and work freeing colonized planets. Not that that was a bad thing, but Lotor hadn’t been heard from in a long time, and there was still the issue of the comet to think about.

When he brought it up to the team, though, Shiro shot it down quickly. He seemed to do that a lot since he returned from the Galra capture, which seemed odd. After all, Shiro was the one who wanted Keith to lead, yet he seemed to contradict every decision he made. It was suspicious, but rocking the boat at such a delicate time would only be disastrous in the end.

So Keith would just have to do it by himself.

Reconnaissance was best without many people, anyways. There was a base not far from the castle that he suspected would have information, so he could just sneak in and take a look around, then be back before anyone even realized he was gone.

Keith waited for everyone else to retreat to their rooms for the night, then grabbed his suit and headed for his lion. Careful of every step, he managed to successfully maneuver through the halls without being seen.

Then the door to his lion’s hangar opened, and there was Lance.

He was propped up against the side of the black lion, his armor on and bayard lazily dangling from his hand. The sound of the opening door startled him and sent him nearly toppling over.

Keith sighed. What.

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Ooh ok, torture time :33 ____________________ He hadn’t known what would happen, but he didn’t think it’d be this. Locked in an ecto-proof cell, monitored 24/7, and facing the petrified stares from every leaguer who claimed to be a friend to the end. Even Superman, the victim of many mind-control attempts, temporary evilness (kyrptonite can fuck a guy up), and alternate earths where he either murdered you, or ruled your every move with a steel fist, had gladly disowned him as soon as he heard of one tiny possible future. It wasn’t even going to happen since the explosion hadn’t killed his friends and family.

Yet here he was. Alone in a cell, in a straight jacket. Like he had never saved their asses from countless badguys.

Like he had- Like he had already killed. Well? He figured after the, oh, third year of the same meal and same jacket and same begging and same routine of crying himself to sleep for trusting the league to get past that.

Well, if I’m in here for that, might as well bust out and do it, right? He had nothing to lose, Sam and Tuck have probably long since figured him permanently dead, and his parents would too. Jazz might’ve still hoped, but hey, she was always annoying anyways. For the first time in years, he spoke. And oh how deadly words can be if you speak them at the right decibel. I guess doing nothing for 3 years can really boost a ghost’s ecto-reserves, huh? Oh whoops, there goes the last strain of sanity Heh heh Heh Ha Haha HaHahAh


The Hub. Basement 01. 6:45pm.

Ember sat silently in the corner of the cramped room as the meeting commenced. From here she could listen in on the groups’ plans, and also see the range of power. Orion and Alma sat at opposing ends of the table - clearly the leaders. Then there was the muscle - Ang and Amir - who sat either side of Alma. And the brains - Kara and…Antonia. Despite her bitchy and annoying attitude, the girl was smart. 

Ember didn’t know where she would fit into this system. 

Alma: Look, our next target is the art museum on 12th, that’s the direction we’ve been given.  

Amir: Ay, no - not another fucking museo - 

Orion: Hey, if that’s the Oracle’s orders - that’s the orders. 

Amir: Yeah but really??? Another museum. I’m fucking bored of museums man.

Alma: The art show that’s gonna be there has another stock of priceless pieces. We swipe a few, in and out real quick, and we’ve made another 50 / 60 grand.

Kara: And how are we doing that? Museums have evolved nowadays - since - yah know - the gangs have been stealing a lot??? Their systems have advanced - 

Alma: I know you can figure it out baby. 

Kara: I’m not sure…

Amir: See? Kara can’t do it. 

Ang: Oh shut up Amir - we go through this every time. We don’t get to pick and choose - 

Antonia: Kara and I will start right away. 


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For the first time all day, a genuine smile graced Angel’s face. Then, it faltered when he noticed the bruise across Aidan’s cheekbone, and sighed. Clearly his brother had ended up on the wrong side of a fight–again

Aidan flew across the parking lot, and launched himself into Angel’s arms, and he couldn’t resist giving his brother a hug back, even as disappointed as he was. “Angelangelangel! Guess what? Guess! Guess!” Aidan blurted out, then, before Angel could even try to guess, continued on. “Today Mrs. Langston brought me a book! A book from her house! She said I could keep it all to myself! It’s about Puerto Rico! Mrs. Langston said I’m really smart, and she’s really proud of me. She gave me a special extra project to do, and said I should use the book to do it! She said it’s important that I learn about my heritage, and that I learn about the history of America. She’s the best. She’s my favorite teacher. Isn’t that so cool, Angel?”

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anonymous asked:

speaking of descole is it just me or did he seem more... unstable in the movie? it's not like he was weirdly ooc it just seemed like he was quicker to anger and make rash decisions. he actively tried to kill layton n crew while iirc in the games he didn't avoid hurting them he just didn't go out of his way to do so. makes me wonder if he was going thru somethin at the time and was already cracking under it... sorry for the idea dump i thought youd like som Des Content to think abt for funsies :V

Okay more rambling under the cut

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Beautiful (KuroTsuki) Ficlet

AN: I keep finding things in my stacks of writing! At least I don’t think I’ve posted this yet...
Some Kuroo x Tsukki for the soul.

The thing about Tsukishima Kei was that he didn’t know how striking he was.

It was in the rise of his cheekbones, the curve of his jaw, the soft bend of his lips as he pressed them together in thought. His eyes, hidden behind glass and thick plastic frames, flashed with something bold, calculating, and cold enough to chase a chill down Kuroo’s spine.

He received any form of compliments with a grimace and a sneer, always disbelieving and never accepting, insisting that one must have ulterior motives in order to have noticed anything positive about him. However, there was always a split-second moment when his eyes would widen a faction, his expression momentarily unguarded as kind words hit him like an open-palmed slap. His cheeks would colour like he had been hit and his breath would catch. Then, in a blink, it would dissolve back into his frosty demeanour.

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i’ve been tagged in this like seven times whoops but most recently by @craptaincold and @spaceidiots so here we go!!

name: rachel

nicknames: ray, ray-ray, rachie, rahel, raheli, rugelach, “please for the love of god stop talking about karolina dean”

height: 5’2

orientation: i’m a CHILD i’m still FIGURING MYSELF OUT and that’s OKAY (aka i don’t have the time to do deep pondering but i do kiss people of all genders as of right now)

nationality: i am a white jewish which is different than regular white only in that we know how to cook

favorite fruit: pineapple!!! u know it :P

favorite season: spring!

favorite flower: hydrangeas bby! 

favorite animal: whales n hermit crabs!

favorite color: my comfort colors are light pinks, lavenders, and p much any shade of green

favorite scent: chocolate chip cookies, fresh out of the oven

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee binch

average sleep hours: umm 3-6 on a good night i’m a student

dog or cat person: caity lotz voice- i can’t deicde! i love them both!

favorite fictional character: rn we’re vibing w karolina dean, amaya jiwe, ray palmer, and pamela isley (queen)

number of blankets you sleep with: 4

dream trip: florence!!!

blog created: july of 2017!!!

number of followers: somewhere in the 600s?

random fact: i will be president one day, so jot that down

i’m tagging @agentmarymargaretskitz @heterokatedison @everybodyhatesjroth @cptsaralance @murdershegoat and anyone else who wants to participate!!! enjoy!!!

anonymous asked:

Hi the same annon with this question of cuff thing with dogma. It's alright, I bet it was a while from that post but if you want it was the one from six days ago.

OH! The handcuff one, right! Now I remember (and I do indeed feel a bit dumb now whoops:/) So no problem at all!

Echo: He’s actually kinda chill about it? Figures you might as well sit and talk for a while, as long as you have the opportunity. Within the space of an hour you’re pretty much in love with him and almost regret getting rescued.

Dogma: He’s freaking out, man, freaking right out - keeps saying how much trouble you’re going to be in if you get caught (”Oh, come on, as if anyone would think this is on purpose!”) and trying to pull away even though he really just wants to be closer. He’s quite scandalized when you pick the lock.

Waxer: Too nice and keeps letting you go first for everything - which would be fine, except you argue with him and try to let him go first, and then nothing gets done. You fall on top of him and kinda…snuggle him a bit without meaning to? And he blushes so badly it’s hilarious.

Boil: Snippy comments all over the place man - “Ugh! Could you walk any slower?” “Well, if you hadn’t insulted the pirate’s mother, then we wouldn’t be in this situation!” “You’re impossible!” Probably ends up kissing you in the middle of a heated argument to prove he’s right.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I really like how you do hair (esp. in that last NatxBucky pic) and I was wondering if you'd maybe do a tutorial/process of how you do it?

sure! I’m famously bad at tutorials, and that I’m actually in this weird in-between where I’ve been experimenting with a lot of different coloring techniques, but here is more or less how I colored the hair in that buckynat pic

1. start with a lineart that’s ready to be colored!

i’ll be using this sketch of jan that I’ve had saved for the past like, 3 months. here are also my brush settings, i use this downloaded brush called “sumi” and i don’t change anything EXCEPT i put transfer control onto ‘pen pressure’ and make the minimum zero. this way, the harder i press onto my pen the more opaque the color comes out. If i press softly, the color comes more transparent. (which is my main technique of coloring lately)

2. put some flats on her

(((also very lazily colored her outfit LMAO))) I’m really only using those 3-4 darker brown tones in that color blob on the side of her

3. using a color only slightly darker than your midtone (’main color’) use your brush pressure to figure out where the shine/lights and darks are gonna be

I used a very large brush for this

4. adding a lil bit of detail

So then i went back in and lightly went over a few places with my darker AND lighter colors just to make the tones more interesting/less flat

5. Add some gradient and your lightest color

using a color slighter darker than the one you used to shade, go back and add a little bit of gradient to the darker areas (i had mine on normal 30% opacity). Then i used a slightly lighter color than my midtone and added a few strokes with a smaller brush in only a few areas (make sure you don’t add too much!)

6. TA-DA!

alright so tbh i forgot to take screenshots of the last steps….basically i used the dark gradient color and added just a little bit to a few dark areas, then i colored over my lines with a super dark brown so it doesn’t stand out so much, which i usually do first but i forgot whoops. (i also colored her eyes lips etc but like duh)

Soooo yeah that’s pretty much how i went about coloring that! I’m still trying to decide how i feel about it and experimenting with coloring, so there’s really no right or wrong way to go about this. Mine came out pretty sloppy and rough, mainly because i am still figuring out how to do this (and also because i did it pretty fast) but the basic process was the same as in the buckynat picture.

I hope that helps!

selfconciousstripper  asked:

Percabeth 9, please?

Annabeth is what some people might call a sore winner.

But Percy, I hear you say, isn’t soreness reserved for losers? Which, yeah, you’d think so. But Annabeth’s always been a special case. Usually, that’s a good thing. Like, a really good thing. She’s great. But sometimes…

“Hah!” Two tan arms shoot up in the air, befor one of them stabs a finger at me. “Suck it, Jackson!”

“Aw, come on.” I stare at the board, pretending like I have some kind of idea of what I’m supposed to be looking for. Truth is, she explained the chess moves to me, and I’ve basically been pretending to be a medieval commander for most of the game.

Don’t tell her that. Some things don’t need to be shared between partners, you know?

“You cheated,” I declare, sitting back and crossing my arms over my chest. A pretty good thing too, because the way she catches my gaze, the exhilerated, challenging look in her eyes - look, I’m only human, okay? My girlfriend is gorgeous, especially when she’s being smug. And I’m not just saying that because I’m crazy about her. I’ve met goddesses. I know what I’m talking about.

So when she looks at me like she’s about to totally crush my ego in her fists, it’s not my fault if I find it a little hard to catch my breath. Anyone would have that problem.

“Oh, yeah?” she demands, gesturing at the board. “So how’d I cheat?”

“Well—” Shit. “You moved your queen there?” A lame flail at one of the pieces completely fails to impress her.

“The queen can move in any direction, Percy.”

“You did a weird thing with your knight!”

“I told you that the knights move in an L shape. At least three times.”

"Yeah, well that makes no sense at all,” I mutter under my breath. The thing is, I’m actually completely sure that she did cheat. But damn if I can figure out how she did it, and the way she’s looking at me right now says she knows it.

That hand that was pointing at me earlier reaches out and pats my cheeks. “You know, it’s okay to cry. I did kind of whoop your ass.”

I grab the hand. I can’t help it - I mean, could you? She kept shoving the thing in my face! And before she has time to react (or more likely, she knew what I was planning to do and didn’t fight it), I tug her towards me and lay one on her.

Between us, the pieces scatter. The board flops off the table onto the ground. But Annabeth’s arms are winding around me, and she kisses me back, and I guess I can handle her crappy winning attitude if this is what happens after.

anonymous asked:

So rucas and joshaya weren't wrong decisions. The group didn't go about the correct way of reaching the right decision? Idgi

Rilucas and Joshuaya weren’t “wrong decisions” in the sense that it was an “accident” on the writers’ part. It wasn’t like they put the couples together and then went, “Whoops! That was a bad idea.”

They were “wrong decisions” in the sense that the kids went about making the decisions that they did, the wrong way. 

GM Goodbye states very blatantly what the right way to go about making a decision is. It’s not what the kids do in Ski Lodge. Hence, they make the wrong decisions.

Basically, the writers consciously had the characters make the wrong decisions by going about the decision making process the wrong way. Why? Because they have minds of their own and making wrong decisions is part of growing up and figuring out who you are, figuring out how you feel. You don’t know until you really give it a try, right?