Tried a little bit different approach without doing the lineart and try to work faster this time. Did I succeed? Absolutely not. Still working slow like a snail. But hell yeah I do enjoy not doing line art!
And man, David Gandy take suits to another
level. Hawt damn!
if anyone wants to improve their academic writing dramatically, pick up a copy of They Say, I Say by Berkenstein and Graff
it’s simple, direct, and game-changing; it’ll make you think about the mechanics of academic debate in a far more systematic way without once being dull or wordy or confusing. 10/10, would build a time machine and give this to my 18-year-old self if I could
I had this issue with my laptop where it would randomly shut off, sorta like overheating but it wasn’t hot and when I turned it back on it wouldn’t say “resuming windows” or “recovered from an unexpected shut down”
I figured it might be related to critical updates I’ve been needing to install since it would typically happen after I get a notification about updating–so around every 3 days
Yesterday night it happened again so I backed up all my art and stuff and then ran the update
My computer shut off mid update and I haven’t been able to get it working since then
I’m taking it up later to get it serviced but I’m just really glad I backed up my files
“You alright, kid?” Tony’s voice sounds in Peter’s ear. Peter finally succeeds in taking out his share of the guards, knocking the final one out with a hard punch,
“Yes,” Peter replies through gritted teeth. He didn’t mean to be mean to Tony, but he was too on edge right now to worry about being polite.
The moment Peter and Tony had returned to the compound, after seeing you dragged into the quinjet and out of reach, they started planning this mission. Peter’s first real mission; one that he wouldn’t have had to fight if it weren’t for his stupidity months ago. Getting you back safely was the only way he could fix his mistake, and he was determined to do it first try.
“Through here,” Tony informs Peter when they meet up, passed out agents littering the ground. Tony leads Peter down multiple hallways and staircases, it seemed they were going deep underground. ‘How big is this facility?’ Peter wonders to himself.
Your eyes, already tired from a long day of studying, feel heavier and heavier with each flash of orangey light from the passing by streetlights. Right in this moment you doubt your decision to not fall into bed and get into your car. When his text arrived, telling you they had landed and were on their way home, bypassing your (tempting, warm, cozy …) bed seemed only natural. Now you remember how long a twenty-minute-drive can be, especially when you’ve forgotten to exchange your slippers for shoes appropriate for late november. The heating in your car works slow as all hell, and so by the time building comes in sight, your breath is still fogging up where it leaves your mouth.
After you’ve parked your car you send a text to Grayson, to let him know to open the door for you. It’s 1:30 am and people would probably appreciate it not to be woken up by an obnoxiously loud doorbell.
You make your way to the door without waiting for a reply, and stuff your hands under your armpits to keep them warm. Gray used to poke fun at you for freezing so easily. He also started bringing an extra sweater whenever you went to the cinema together, since you got cold there no matter how many coats and sweaters you wore. It’s like your body just goes straight to shut down as soon as you sit down for longer than five minutes.
When you reach the door, you see movement behind the curtain next to it, and then the door opens to reveal Ethan. His curls are sticking out everywhich way, even though he attempted to tame them with a headband, and he’s wearing a crinkly shirt that smells of old sweat and cold airplaine-air. Ethan looks tired and about thirty years old but still manages a small smile.
“Heya”, he croaks, pulling open the door with one hand and pulling you in with the other. Your nose collides with his collarbone and you crinkle it, after he’s released you.
“Hi, Ethan”, you reply quietly, your smile probably just as tired as his, as you rub your nose. The gesture has gotten so familiar over the past months, since Ethan keeps hugging you like this in greeting every time you meet. You remember Gray doing that, too, but he’s stopped using that as a form of greeting. “Have a good trip?”
Ethan shrugs and shuts the door, not even attempting to stifle his yawn. “Was nice seeing the folks again, yeah.” He flashes you a surprisingly sharp smile over his shoulder as he leads the way through the dark living room. “One day we’ll drag you to meet them, don’t think we’ve forgotten.” You grimace at his back, remembering that conversation. Gray had wanted you to come with on their trip home to New Jersey, even pulled Ethan into their discussion after you had stated how it was too early and you felt uncomfortable. You had won that argument. At least for now.
“He’s asleep”, Ethan says pointing at Grayson’s cracked door with his chin. There’s light spilling out from the room and you frown. “I heard your text come in. Thought I’d let him sleep.”
“Thanks”, you nod.
“No problem. Couldn’t let you stand in the cold now, could I?”, he shrugs again. “Imma go to bed now, nighty-night”, Ethan turns and waves over his shoulder. “Don’t keep him up, little baby boy needs his sleep, yeah?”
“Fuck off”, you mumble hiding your grin in a pout, but you can still feel your face growing hot. You stare at the cracked door for another second before pulling yourself together and pushing it open slowly. It’s not like it has been ages since you last saw him. Two weeks ago you’d said goodbye at the airport and since then there’d been an endless stream of text messages and snaps. Still, somehow you feel unsure when you step into the fully-lit room.
Grayson is sprawled out on his bed, lying on his stomach with one leg on the ground as though to get up any second. One hand is tucked into the back of the waistband of his worn sweatpants, probably to take them off, while the other lies on his bedsidetable, next to his plugged-in phone. You suspect Ethan to be the one who plugged it in, judging by Gray’s state he fell asleep right in the middle of taking off his clothes. His favourite red sweater has ridden up to reveal the outline of his boxers and his feet are bare.
You can’t help the soft smile tugging at your lips as you take in the picture and before you know it, you have taken the few steps to his bed until you’re close enough to touch him. Gray’s mouth is open, his hair mussed and falling messily into his eyes, thick lashes fluttering. You reach out and push back his fringe, which makes him frown slightly and prompts him to close his mouth with a sigh.
There’s no point in waking him up now, you decide and toe off your shoes while pulling the beanie off your hair. You switch off the lights and change into a shirt of Gray’s, that you find in his closet and which you deem to smell okay. For a second you think about looking for your favourite shirt in his suitcase, until you remember he probably hasn’t washed those clothes since packing them two weeks ago.
Once it’s completely dark you manage to get back to the bed with the light of your phone and climb over Gray in order to get to your spot between him and the wall. The rustling and shuffeling is apparently enough to wake him up as you hear a small groan and then he’s moving beside you, turning around and reaching out to investigate who or what is trying to steal his body heat.
“‘eyou”, he mumbles into the dark, his voice rhaspy and deeper than usual. His breath hits your face and you crinkle your nose again. Yep, definitely neither showered nor brushed his teeth before you arrived. “Y'drove ‘ere?”
You almost chuckle at how groggy he sounds. “Yeah. Ethan let me in.”
Gray hums and you’re pretty sure, if you could see in the dark right now he’d have his eyes closed still. His hands are big and warm where they wrap around your waist and pull you in. “Mh. Welcome home.”
This time you can’t surpress the snort. “I don’t live here, you know.”
“Well. You should.” You roll your eyes in the dark and feel for his face so you can smack his nose with a kiss. He won’t be able to remember any of this conversation tomorrow. In your experience, Gray gets extremely sappy and clingy when he’s tired or sleepy, with the added advantage of not being able to recall any of it the next day.
He huffs and pulls you down, trying to kiss your mouth but only manages the side of your chin. “C’mere. Gimme a real hello.”
“No, stop”, you snort and turn your face away when he makes kissy noises and smushes his lips all over your cheek and ear. He is far stronger than you but you manage to squirm around until your back is pressed to his chest. Gray just keeps nibbling on your ear and pulls out your hairband with what appear to be his teeth, all the while hissing like a very large cat. “Stop, Grayson, noo.”
“Why”, he whines and nuzzles your nape, but lets up when you wriggle around to get under his blanket. He follows suit but pushes his sweatpants down before tangling his legs with yours, all warm muscle and wiry hair against your legs. When he also pulls off his sweater you reach back and steal it from him before he can throw it away.
“Because”, you say and put his sweater on. It’s warm from his body heat and smells just like Ethan did before - like cold airplane-air and old sweat. But it also smells faintly of Gray, so that’s okay. “Because you haven’t showered and you stink, to be quite honest, and you also have airplane-breath.”
There’s a pause behind you and then his arms are suddenly gone as he goes to get up. “Whoa, where’re you going?”, you ask, grab his hand, and hold him in place, half turning around and squinting to make out his face in the dark.
“Well, apparently I stink”, he retorts but doesn’t pull away so you know he isn’t really mad despite the snappy tone. “So I’ll go and clean up real quick.”
You turn back around and pull on his hand until he lies back down. “Nah”, you say and snuggle back until your backside is flush to his front and his breath hot in your hair. You pull his arm back around you and push your face into the pillow, mumbling into the dark: “’s not important. Just. Hold me and go back to sleep.”
I work a corporate owned college bookstore (the same person who wrote about the “can you sell me a book over the phone” thing). I’ve just been recently switched over to a permanent associate, which is awesome.
During the beginning of the semester, we sold a ton of books and rented a ton as well. EVERY receipt had automatically printed with a return policy and a section that essentially said that the last day for a full refund was January 31st, and that you needed a receipt to do so. Every cashier, temp or otherwise, was trained to highlight this section very clearly AND repeat the information to the customer to avoid any problems.
So a few days ago, February 2nd, I’m at work just hanging out. It’s slow as all hell because we don’t get that many people when it’s not the beginning or end of the semester. I’m doing homework at my register because, you know, I’m a college student too. Guy comes in with one of our big plastic bags filled with like 4 or 5 books.
I ask him what I can do for him today, and he cuts me off saying, “I just need to return all of these now."
I pull out the receipt, check all the titles on the list to the ones in the bag, etc. Normal stuff. Then I see the books were bought before the 31st.
So I say, "Okay, so I can totally do the return for you, however you’re either going to have to get the money on a bookstore giftcard, or you can sell the books back to us and get 50% of the money back since the last day for a full refund was January 31st."
The guy starts to get mad and says, "I wish I would have known that!! I would have come back sooner!!"
Mind you, this date is highlighted AND circled on his receipt, and the cashier would have told him this to his face as well.
"What am I supposed to do now? I can’t even get my money because of you!”
So I calmly reply, “Well, you can either get the money on the bookstore gift card or you can sell back to us and get 50% of that amount in cash. That’s all I can do for you."
He snatches his receipt out of my hands and then gathers all his books and storms out, saying that I’m "useless and stupid” and how my manager shouldn’t have hired me.
Like I’m sorry it’s not my fault you apparently can’t read???
Jikook prompt: maybe them making out and Jimin being too rough with jk and jk putting a stop to it (too rough hyung I don't like that) ans from then on JM makes an effort to be soft and gentle with his kookie?
I was going to wait until I got home to do this so I could add the proper gifs, but it’s a super slow day at work and I’m bored as hell, so here goes. This post is going to examine the parallels between Mon El and Mother Gothel from Tangled to explain exactly why some of his behavior is abusive. I’m on mobile, so I can’t post under a cut. Sorry about that.
Parallel One: “You know I hate leaving you, especially when I’ve done nothing wrong/You don’t get to be angry here.”
Gothel says the first quote to Rapunzel after she returns to the tower following their argument about Rapunzel getting to go see the lights. Mon El says the latter quote to Kara while they’re fighting about Myx and she tries to walk away, and he runs after her and blocks her. These are both abuse tactics that shift the blame onto the victim and paint the abuser as the wronged party. In both cases, the abuser is saying that their feelings are more important and that they are blameless. However, both abusers actually are at fault for what’s going on.
Parallel Two: “I love you.”
Gothel makes Rapunzel believe she loves her as a mechanism of control to keep her in the tower. Mon El tells Kara he loves her after breaking into her apartment in an attempt to guilt her into taking him back after he lied about who he was. He expected forgiveness even though he didn’t initially apologize. This is also an abuse tactic meant to mask the fact that what’s happening is abuse because the abuser “loves” their victim. (Disclaimer: I do believe that Mon El loves Kara, but it is most definitely not a healthy love.)
Parallel Three: “You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy/Things were easier on Daxam when I objectified women and didn’t care about anyone.”
This is what I call the ‘reveal’. Gothel reveals herself as the villain, and Mon El reveals that all his ‘good’ behavior was just an attempt to get Kara to like him. All along, these two characters only had their own selfish interests at heart. Gothel stole Rapunzel to use the power of her hair for immortality, and Mon El misses being on Daxam where he can be a prick without consequences.
Parallel Four: “Mother knows best/You’re not a good judge of what you can handle”
Both of these scenes call the judgement of the victim into doubt. Gothel tells Rapunzel that staying in the tower is the best thing for her because the world is so dangerous, and Mon El tells Kara that she’s full of herself and what he did with Myx was justified because Kara isn’t able to handle things on her own even though she thinks she can. This tactic makes the victim dependent on the abuser because they clearly can’t trust their own judgement.
Parallel Five: “Oh look, you’re there too/You are no saint, Kara Zor-El”
Gothel looks into the mirror with Rapunzel at her side and makes a comment about seeing a strong, beautiful, confident woman. Then she says she was looking at herself, and Rapunzel looks visibly upset. Mon El, meanwhile, calls Kara selfish for being a hero and tells her that she’s only doing it for the attention even though she’s risked her life numerous times for others. Insults are a classic abuse tactic meant to tear the victim down and make them believe that they are worthless. This usually ties into the abuser telling their victim that the abuser is the only one who could ever love them.
Parallel Six: Lying
Gothel spends the entire movie lying to Rapunzel about everything: Her identity, their relationship, and the world at large. Mon El spends the first fifteen episodes lying to Kara and flat-out admits that if his parents hadn’t shown up, he never would have told her who he was. Both of these characters lied to protect themselves and their own desires, Gothel for immortality and Mon El to keep dating Kara. Lying is another classic abuse tactic.
I’d just like to say thank you to all the readers/content creators/my fellow writers for giving me shoutouts, tagging me in Jackson stuff, recommending me to other readers/writers because I really haven’t been here. And I’m not going to pretend I was hard at work on Fools or Gilded Butterfly because progress has been slow as all hell. But thank you all so much, I can’t say that enough. Thank you so much for thinking of me still, especially my writing pals. You guys are amazing and just because I haven’t updated doesn’t mean I don’t pop in from time to time or read your updates. Guys, keep writing. No matter what anyone says. Don’t ever let impatient readers or mean people stop you. Whether you update like I used to or at my current pace, always write.
Summary: After being presumed dead for just over a year Gabe
finds himself thumbing a lift with a familiar pairing and finally making his
way to the only home he cares about.
Word Count: 1215 words
Prompt: Sweet Home Alabama
A/N: This is for my 800 followers celebration as requested
by the fantastic @captainemwinchester who requested a little Gabe and I am
happy to oblige. It kinda ties in with
the one I wrote for @thewhiterabbit42 as well. Miss Me?
was a long story. Well, he could give them
the cliffnotes version which was ‘faked own death by jumping into a parallel
universe, got stuck there due to injury because jumped too late, got back,
extreme lack of mojo, hitchhiking ever since.’
But where was the fun in the quick version. Gabriel had been sitting on a bench in the rain at the
side of the road, more than a little pissed, when a familiar motor vehicle slowed
to a stop a few feet away, the driver and passenger obviously having some sort
of argument about the figure now illuminated by the headlights. Taking his chance, the former trickster
jogged over and tugged the rear door open, slipping inside onto the comfy
leather seat. “You boys going my way?”
he asked with a grin as he spread his arms out across the back of the
Today’s fic rec is slow burn hell.
(Lmao I say that like I do this on a regular basis)
If you like good grammar, Eren, Levi and a whole lot of PAIN, this one’s for you.
Now we ain’t just talking regular ole fic feels here, this one will have you sobbing not only at how well written it is, (and trust me, it’s 👌), but you’ll be sobbing at the feels and the author dashing your hopes and dreams only to hint at salvation at the end of the next chapter.
I’m rambling now but honestly this fic deserves LOVE. Even if you just make it through chapter one and leave a kudo… just.. y'know… insert meme here, no regreats