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Thank you! :D I’m glad my tutorials are helpful ^^ Maybe this will help you with hair details and stuff like that (don’t overdo detail stuff though.) Basically, it’s nothing new xD

ATTENTION: For anyone who reads fanfiction without leaving feedback

Here’s a few things you should know:

Fanfiction is a gift

Fic writers don’t have to share their works with you. They don’t have to write them at all. They do it and they share it because they’re fans of the show/book/movie etc. just like you, and they want to contribute to everyone’s enjoyment of fandom.

Fanfiction is hard to write

You need a lot of creativity and passion to write fic. You need a ton of motivation and drive to write a complete fic, let alone a good one. Fic authors write for hours and hours and hours, often staying up late into the night just to write. They write through job struggles and personal issues, resorting to phones and tablets when their computers are on the fritz, tapping away on public buses and trains just because they can’t find any other time to write.

Fanfiction is free

Fic writers give away thousands and thousands of words of pure fandom magic, and you get to consume all of it for the wonderful price of nothing. The only reward writers receive for themselves (besides a sense of accomplishment) is the response they get from you, the reader. Some don’t even feel that accomplishment until they see kudos and comments telling them how much their work was enjoyed. 

Please. 

No matter how much time you have, even just clicking the kudos button takes less than a second. And if you have time to read 5k words at one go, it’s no stretch at all to take a few more seconds to type ‘good job!’ or ‘i loved this!’ in the comment box and hit send. 

Still not convinced?

1. IF YOU’RE EMBARRASSED / SHY,

Fic authors LOVE hearing from you. Don’t worry about whether you think you’re going to phrase your response well. That’s literally the last thing we care about. Just knowing that you had a good time with something we made is EVERYTHING to us.

2. IF YOU STILL JUST DON’T SEE THE POINT,

I have a very special challenge for you, my friend.

Write a fic.

Go forth, and write a complete, well-structured, well-characterised fic with organic, stimulating dialogue interwoven into a proper, fully fleshed-out storyline. 

Publish your work for all the Internet to see.

And then get back to me.

5 Easy Productivity Tips That Won’t Require You to Overhaul Your Personality and Lifestyle

Sometimes advice to be more productive asks a lot of you, perhaps too much. It’s okay if you’re not ready to throw away your TV. It’s okay if you don’t want to get up at 4AM to work out. Through extensive reading of self-help books and trying these myself, I found these little tips yield big results.

1. Get Out of Bed Earlier. Most people naturally have more energy in the morning. But not all of us are morning people. It helps to:

  • Let in natural light. Open the blinds to wake yourself up.
  • Drink a glass of water. After sleeping, you are usually dehydrated, and often dehydration is confused with tiredness.

2. Get Ready to Face the Day. It usually helps to be dressed when facing the day, even if you have nowhere to be.

  • Get dressed. Nothing fancy, just something comfortable, something you might wear to school.
  • Wash your face + brush your teeth.
  • Eat a substantial breakfast.

3. Start With the Hardest Thing. If you haven’t already made your to do list for the day, make one, and then begin with the hardest task on the list. Since the morning is when you have the most drive and energy, putting it off might mean that you may not have the energy to accomplish it later.

4. Unplug Yourself. Untether yourself from your phone while you work. Attempting to multitask just divides your attention and makes you less efficient. Get an app that keeps you away from your phone. I find Forest works well for me. If you’re really struggling with the internet, put your computer away and go analog: do your work long hand.

5. Take Breaks and Stay Hydrated. As I mentioned before, sometimes when we feel tired, we’re really just thirsty. Also, some people find they work best in 90 minute sprints, while others work best with shorter periods of focus broken up with short breaks (See: Pomodoros).

I hope this helps. Good luck out there!

halcyonglaze  asked:

Omg I saw the Pharmercy pun image ages ago but never actually found your blog! Your art is so adorable, I'm glad I found the source of my favorite ship~

i am the source of many things.

My PC isn’t connecting to the internet any more… it can SEE the network, but it’s just kind of waving at it shyly instead of holding hands…

Ok, so I know the fandom’s already setting their sights on Lotor manipulating Lance in s3, but here are my two cents:

My first thought was that maybe Haggar just needs a figure head. I figured that Lotor could easily be written off as a young prince forced into this responsibility, and not really cut out for leadership, so Haggar ends up running the show, just by using Lotor as a Proxy.

But then I thought, let’s give him a bit of fun with this.

I’m hoping thinking that Lotor is gonna be really two-faced. Like, he’ll tell Haggar and his generals that he’ll pretend to be opposed to his father’s empire so that he can get closer to the Paladins and strike at them more effectively. Then he’ll go to the Paladins and tell them the same thing, just switched; that he’s only pretending to carry on in his father’s ways so that no one will suspect him until he helps Voltron take down the Galra Empire once and for all. Only the audience will see him play to both sides, and we won’t know who’s side he’s really on until the very last minute.

Let me just…okay, I need to put this EB in personal context for my own sanity. I know that my problems are nothing compared to what others have gone through, but the only way I can make sense of stuff is by juxtaposing it with my own life experience. Sappy oversharing ahead. Feel free to skip.

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  • Keith: Wanna know how punk I am?
  • Keith: [punches a wall]
  • Keith: Take me to a hospital.
Every live performance of Jet Black Heart

Legitimately. Every. One.

It’s simple. I miss michael. I also miss seeing new videos of michael performing jet black heart, my favorite 5sos song, live every night or so. because of this, i made this masterlist of nearly every live performance of jet black heart

((well pretty close to every one,,, please don’t sue me)) ((also if i missed any cities or fucked up anything please let me know xx))

You’re welcome.

Rock Out With Your Socks Out

~North America~

since it was only played at the very end of rowyso… also i think jones beach was the first place it was played but i could be wrong its been over a year

Sounds Live Feels Live

~Asia~

~Europe~

~North America~

~Australia~

  • Melbourne - September 29th ((only half))
  • Brisbane - October 2nd
  • Sydney (1st night) - October 4th
  • Sydney (2nd night) - October 5th ((LAST SHOW IM EMO))

Don’t care for the live performances? 

do not fear. here’s some alternatives:

yes this did just take me like 2 weeks to make.
do i regret it?

absolutely not.

@5sos

youtube

I promise you I tried to control myself. It didn’t work and someone needs to take the Internet away from me.

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Shiro loves mac and cheese, baby

I couldn’t sleep yesterday night so, naturally, I doodled some sheith
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(Dis)connection: Analogy of the Gods as Long Distance Friends

The gods are like long distance friends. The kind of friends you meet online and come to love despite that you’ve never seen them in the flesh. Maybe you can’t prove they’re real (or especially that they’re who they say they are), but you’re willing to bet that they are. Once in a while, someone will ask you suspiciously, “How can you ever really be sure?” But you just ignore them. It’s hard to explain. You’ve got your reasons. Or maybe you don’t. But you just know. And you don’t have to justify that to anyone.

How did it all begin? Well, you were probably just scrolling through social media one day and saw an interesting profile. Man, that guy had all kinds of cool stories. He stole what from who?! Wild. You send him a message. No response. Oh well. You check out another profile. Wow, she’s beautiful. You wish you had that kind of confidence. You send her a message. No response.

Wait a minute. She did respond. You almost missed the notification. Oh wow, she wants to get to know you. Well, alright! You start to chat. Learn about each other. Eventually, around the winter holidays, you donate to a charity for battered women on her behalf. She’s so touched, she wants to do something for you in return. You have no idea how she pulls it off, but one day, out of the blue, someone walks up to you and hands you a gift card to a day spa. The mission statement reads: “You deserve to feel beautiful.”

One day, you’re having the worst luck ever. You get home and you can barely hold back your tears. You get on the computer and write to your friend, whose status shows Online. Only her words will bring you comfort today. “Hello, are you there? I really need to talk to someone,” you type out. No response. “Please answer,” you plead. “I need you.” No response.

You’ve held your breath for five minutes when it happens: “✔ Seen 9:35 PM” Instantly, your heart flutters. You wait for a response. Nothing. You fall asleep waiting. When you wake up, there is still no response. You stop hoping.

That morning, you sit down with your coffee and think to yourself, “This is it. We’re over. Why did I even care? Everyone was right. For all I know, my so-called friend is an elderly scam artist from another dimension.” You sigh.

A week goes by and you’ve really truly given up hope. You haven’t even seen your friend come online. Let’s be honest, they probably blocked you. Figures.

But wait. A notification draws your attention. You stare wide eyed at your phone. The new message reads, “I’m so sorry, there was a family emergency. I couldn’t get away from it, but I swear it’s nothing personal. I’ll make it up to you, alright? I hope you understand. Are we okay? How are you? I missed you!”

This is the moment of decision. You swallow your pride and type back, “Hey, that’s okay. It happens. I missed you, too. You would not believe what this guy at work said to me yesterday…”

Thunder rumbles outside your window. The internet connection starts to flicker. You frantically hit “Send,” but it’s too late. Your provider sends an automated message: “There was a problem sending your message. Please try again later.”

Grumbling, you get up and cross the room to glare at your router as though that will fix the problem any quicker. A twinge of anxiety eats at the back of your mind. You really, really hope your friend will understand. These things happen. It could be worse. It could be like that one time you disappeared online because your computer crashed and your phone fell in the toilet in the same week. You grimace at the memory.

Yeah, you think to yourself, the internet will be back when the storm’s over. No sense fretting over it. Maybe it’s time to read that really cool book your friend told you about ages ago. They would be so happy to know you didn’t forget.

And day after day after day, so it goes…

Sleepless nights (ii)

Continuation of this! I have a couple more nights of sleeping difficulty planned for poor Nursey, and eventually the whole thing is going up on ao3. This one got long. And if someone could help me figure out how to make the “keep reading” work for mobile…that would be GREAT - the internet is failing me.

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Nursey’s bus leaves for Maine at 9:45am from Port Authority, and Nursey finds himself sprinting through the uptown building at 9:40 after initially going to the wrong gate. His duffle bag bounces against his side as he clambers down the escalator, finally arriving at his gate two minutes before the bus is supposed to depart. Panting, he hands his ticket to a very bored-looking driver, and hauls himself onto the bus. He finds a seat near the back, wanting to avoid the inevitable fall on the way to the shitty on-bus bathroom later on. Stowing his bag overhead, Nursey finally drops into his seat and lets out a long breath.

Me: made it :)

Dexyyy: Proud of you.

Dexyyy: What’s your ETA again?

Me: supposed to be around 7:30 I think? Bus takes fucking forever. Stops and shit

Dexyyy: Got it.

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