your worth something

gentle reminder

you may feel like you’re only ever going in circles, that whenever you seem to be getting somewhere, you’re just about to find yourself right back where you began, but you’ve been growing, even if you can’t see it, and gaining much more than you know; i hope you can believe that every one of your steps has been worth something

here’s an acknowledgment to autistics who just aren’t that great at doing things! and have trouble remembering things and trip over nothing or accidentally hit yourself because you forgot where your body was in relation to your hand

you’re still worth something as a human being even if you’re not a talented super genius

you still have value as a human being even if you need help with certain things and can’t remember names or numbers, and needed to be taken aside to have concepts explained to you in school

you’re still good and okay and worth something if you have a lf of weird allergies or can’t eat certain foods or touch certain textures because they hurt

you’re a worthwhile person just for being alive!

On pricing your artwork:

I wrote this originally for Artist Alley Network International, but it struck a chord with a lot of people, so re-posting here!


Your artwork, and your merchandise, is WORTH SOMETHING!

1. You are producing something no one else can.  Even if there are a hundred other similar items, only you are making artwork like you.  That is worth something even if you don’t immediately see it.

2. You aren’t walmart.  You are a small business owner and need to charge what you’re worth rather than race to the bottom to see who’s the cheapest.   This ties into #1… so what if someone else has acrylic charms for $3. You are the only one selling YOUR art, so price it at it’s worth.

3. Shipping, storage, packaging, presentation, and protection are all worth extra.  Your item may only cost $1.50 to produce, but you also spent .10 to upgrade the quality.  You spent .50 cents to ship it.  You spent another $1 on packaging, and you spent $30 on the display it’s on.  You rent your apartment or garage for $500-1500/mo.  Your table cost you $300 to rent.  Your online store charges you .20 cents per sale plus a transaction fee. Your item will sell at a loss if you sell it for $2 or $3, even if production was less than that.  Factor in all these costs when you sell your item.  PLUS, your worth.  If you spent hours making the design, you deserve some of that in compensation!

4. Perceived value is actual value.  Customers who see an artist where everything is $2-3 probably will perceive it as less valuable than the artist who sells everything from $20-30, even if the artist selling cheaper actually puts more time into their work.  Perceived value also will change the way a customer approaches your artwork.  Will they cherish it and save it and frame it, or will they punch holes through it with a thumbtack, or will they forget it’s in their bag and find it bent up hours later?  Sometimes pricing your art higher actually creates DEMAND, because it now looks like it’s worth something.

5. fast sketch does not necessarily = cheap price.  Did you spend money on your art education?  Are you experienced in your field?  Is there a lot of demand for your artwork?  Do you work professionally with many clients? Did it take you years and hours to develop your style and speed?  All of these are separate from how long it takes you to draw.  Which is why a 10 minute sketch might be worth $40 rather than minimum wage x time spent drawing.

6. We are all in this together.  If you fight with your neighbors on who can price art the cheapest to get the fastest sales, you are fighting a downhill battle which will ultimately make ALL of your artwork worth far less.  Instead, look at an artist and go “Wait a minute? They charge HOW MUCH?  That means I can charge that much, too”  When I sit in a row of artists charging what they’re worth, I notice that ALL of us make far more sales than if we underprice one another.
This also reflects in the market, too.  If a client who wants to charge $1000 for 24 illustrations is turned down by countless artists they’ll realize they have unrealistic expectations.  When people start seeing the $ sign, instead of factoring in their time and energy and take these low paying jobs, these clients will become upset when they see the artist they really wanted turning them down.  Obviously artists from different countries will price differently, BUT, if you’re selling to someone in a different country with a higher dollar value, ask for that higher value!  You’re competing against THEIR dollar rather than your country’s dollar at that point.  Same goes for pricing commissions online.


Good luck everyone.  We’re all in this together!

Oh, to be ravaged by loneliness.
By its soft, malleable teeth.
A slow death. A slow ravaging.
More like being pulled apart
than eaten.

You used to beg God for this
at night, used to beg him to make
you small enough to get
picked up in something’s
mouth and then swallowed.

You used to bend your
shadow into something
worth slicing through,
into something that deserved
to be pried open.

What you didn’t know
was that nothing that
wanted you
had claws.

—  Caitlyn Siehl, “Nothing That Wanted You”
  • Wright: Hey Edgeworth, you should really drop the 'edge' part in your name
  • Edgeworth: Wright, what are you going on a--
  • Wright: Because there's no edge to the amount of worth you have.

Shall we Date? Wizardess Heart+ - Klaus Goldstein’s Sequel CGs

Dealing With Your Inevitable Crush On Poe Dameron

As with any organization, the Resistance found it necessary to produce training holovids on a variety of topics, from basic demonstrations of the use of important equipment to more nuanced vids on cultural or personnel issues. They were a small force, but tended to be somewhat geographically scattered by necessity, and it saved a lot of time to have a small collection of introductory holovids to show new recruits to get them quickly up to speed.

The most entertaining holovid, however, was widely held to be this one. 


The title music swells, epic and orchestral, over a black screen. Fade in: a photo, taken outdoors, head and shoulders, of Poe Dameron, squinting slightly into the sun, jaw set in determination. His hair is tousled and he is in a flight suit and leather jacket, ruggedly attractive.

Another flourish of music, and the title pops bright white text over a black screen:


Fade to footage of Poe Dameron, in a sleeveless tight undershirt smudged with grease and worn-thin trousers that fit very flatteringly behind, bending over to demonstrate how to use a new system of tie-downs to secure equipment such as small spacecraft in inclement weather. His hair is a little too long and falls across his forehead; he habitually shakes his head a little to keep it away from his eyes, in a charming gesture, and he frequently looks to the camera for guidance, which gives him an appealing, almost supplicant aspect, especially since he frequently smiles at the cameraman.

Voiceover (male, smooth, cultured, the same one who narrates most of the rest of the instructional holovids the Resistance produces): “It’s not a question of if, but when. It’s a natural part of joining the Resistance. Everyone says, oh, it won’t happen to me, I’m immune to that sort of thing. But everyone in the Resistance eventually ends up with a crush on Poe Dameron.”

Cut to head-and-shoulders shot of a middle-aged mechanic, female, in work attire, clearly in a spacecraft hangar, holding a wrench in one hand. There’s a label at the bottom of the screen: Yana, Mechanic. Below that it says, He Remembers Her Name. “You may think you’re immune to his looks,” she says, “but then he remembers your name after only having met you once, and claps you on the shoulder, and calls you ‘buddy’ and smiles at you.” She sighed. “And it only gets worse from there.”

Quick cut to a shot, zoomed in from a distance, of Poe Dameron standing on the ladder to the cockpit of his X-Wing. It is a video; he is watching someone offscreen do something, the wind gently ruffling his tousled hair and his helmet under one arm. His mouth is slightly open; after a moment he licks his lower lip, then grins, like he’s about to speak.

Meanwhile, voiceover:

“Don’t be alarmed. These are natural feelings. Take comfort in the fact that you aren’t alone. And you can console yourself in the knowledge that he has this effect on everyone.”

Cut to head and shoulders shot of a young pilot, female, dark-haired; she is attractively dressed and made-up, but wearing her flight suit. The label at the bottom of the screen says Jessika Pava, Pilot, and is subtitled, He Has Saved Her Life About 100 Times. “It’s not his fault,” she says. “That’s the thing you have to keep in mind. He’s really like that. He’s really actually nice to people. He’s completely sincere.”

A still shot fills the screen: Poe Dameron, very young, aged perhaps sixteen or seventeen. He is standing on a table, possibly dancing, shirtless, wearing New Republic Academy uniform trousers and suspenders. The suspenders are slipping down his shoulders, and he has his head tipped back and is provocatively mock-fellating a bottle clearly labeled “Corellian Death Rum” while staring seductively into the camera. He is clearly intoxicated.

Meanwhile, voiceover:

“Methods of coping with this affliction vary by individual. Some people pretend they don’t feel it. Others give themselves over to it. A few daring individuals have tried to actually go for it. But it seems that despite a wild youth, Poe has settled into a reasonably responsible adulthood. It is not recommended that you pursue him aggressively.”

Cut, footage of a very attractive blonde woman in her early thirties, in a New Republican Starfleet uniform. She is labeled Garella Unaeron, and subtitled Shared Single, Memorable Wild Night Of Passion. “I just broke into his quarters and got naked and lay in his bed until he showed up,” she says, looking smug. “It went well for me, but I mean, we were also like eighteen. So. I don’t imagine that’d go as well now he’s defected to the Resistance.” She tosses her hair, clearly taking a moment to remember. “But I mean, if you go for it,” she went on, “much as I loathe his politics, I gotta say, he’s really great in the sack. I don’t imagine he’s lost the knack, it’s not the kind of thing you get worse at with practice.” Suddenly her expression changes, twisting into suspicion. “Wait, who did you say you were again?” The camera jerks and the footage ends abruptly.

The next shot is a craggily-handsome man in his late thirties, with a scar down one cheekbone that speaks of a life of action. He is labeled Naeher Adamant, and subtitled Had Actual Grown-Up Sexual Relationship. “A gentleman never kisses and tells,” he says, unsmiling, but he looks pleased nonetheless, or perhaps fond. “I can tell you, though, that Dameron is never other than entirely genuine. There’s no need to play games.”

Another cut, another interview subject, head and shoulders of a shiny-polished droid. Titled CR-31T, Mechanic, and subtitled He Is Really That Nice All The Time. “I’ve never worked with any other human who went so out of his way to make sure I understood that he considered me a person, on par with a biological organism,” the droid said, a little shyly. “It’s not— I don’t mind, you know, I know what I am, but he’s just— he’s so nice.”

Cut to footage of Poe Dameron, dressed in his flight suit, clearly training footage of some kind as he is watching someone offscreen and gesturing a little hesitantly to parts of his gear, as if in demonstration. He is apparently a little bored with making training videos, however, and is making amusing faces at the offscreen person, exaggerated expressions of wide-eyed wonder and grimacing trepidation.

Meanwhile, voiceover:

“So when you find yourself suffused with inappropriate feelings for this particular individual, just remember, you’re not alone. Speak to your counselor about what coping method is best for you. And above all, don’t make it weird: we’re relying on him, and his possibly-unholy combination of dashing charm and uncanny good luck. Try to use your misplaced erotic energy wisely.”

The music swells again, and the scene cuts to another video of Poe, zoomed in on him from quite a distance; he is outdoors, watching something at a distance with a vacant half-smile. The wind, again, ruffles his hair slightly, attractively, and he laughs silently, eyes crinkling up fetchingly. The title rolls up the screen again:


As the scene fades to black, the title is the last thing visible, then winks out as well.


This is part of a longer thing that’s not really coming together yet but I promise it will. @artgroves and I are working together on it and I am more excited than I can even express. 


i think i would commit  murder, or at least homicide, to know what ginny says to mike after he says, “never said i was,” at the end of the break

I also think if you want to be successful in “sugaring” it’s good to have a bit of sex work background (escorting, stripping, camming and so on) or at least not be whorephobic. So many girls are so whorephobic and just don’t want to ask for things (money, gift etc) because they don’t want to be seen as prostitutes and these men are totally playing along (trust me these guys don’t care wether you’re a whore or not most of the online crowd are escort rejects or are looking for one at a discounted price). Some of y'all need to get over themselves and stop thinking you’re better than sex workers.
Plus men with actually money aren’t going to be on SA, sorry to break it down to you.

Freestyling is hard and scary but it’s also much more lucrative. And I think “sugaring” is a mindset (hate the word sugaring btw haha), it’s a lifestyle: you have to choose to ONLY date men of a certain calibre (aka wealthy), set your expectations: you want to be taking care of, wether it’s with money and gifts or whatever you need. You’ve got to be ready and look the part at anytime of the day (walking your dog, at the grocery store etc), go where the wealthy hangout (bars, restaurants, stores, gyms, cafés, the list goes on) to catch a sponsor.

For example I decided to be (what men who can’t afford me qualify as) a HIGH MAINTENANCE HOE. I’m not talking, not hanging out, not breathing with any man who isn’t FINANCING me period. When I started I was the dumb and naive girl who was too scared to mention an allowance before end and would wasted so many hours on lunches and dinners for NOTHING. Your company is WORTH something, not even talking about SEX (y'all need to realise that some of us escorts even offer diner and lunch dates and other social outings, just not for free ;) ). If you don’t talk money, we aren’t talking at all. And men are NEVER afraid to ask for what they want (sex, nudes, flood you with messages etc) CLOSE MOUTHS DON’T GET FED. I’ll be subtile and finess these guys for sure but I’m sure in hell not going to give them any attention if I’m not getting anything from them. Can you imagine spending thousands on your hair, make up, clothes just for a free diner and to gass up some random man’s ego (young, old,hot fat, idc)? And go home with nada, not even taxi money? Haha not today, it’s 2017: WAKE UP.

And also get OFFLINE and go places where you’ll find actual wealthy and worthy men. It’s easier said than done but if you want that cash you’ve got to get out of your confort zone and put in the work.

Don’t get me wrong, you can make a bit of money online but your chances are slim and you might as well put on an escorting ad somewhere or stick to p4p, the rest is just a waste of time. Some escort and stripper clients will become regulars than sponsors for example so stop looking down on us thank you ;)

Being a SB, kept woman, trophy wife, what have you, is a state of mind, a concept, un art de vivre. Either you’re about that life and can make gold, or you’re just not cut out for it and you’ll still face the same struggles (which is fine btw no shades). Are you willing to put in the work?

anonymous asked:

So I see you are making reactions idk what kind of reactions but omg o hope this is okay but can you write about their s/o wanting to have sex in the car or maybe the first time

I chose to do the sex in the car, thanks for requesting baby ;)


When you told him he slammed on the breaks by accident and just stared at you wide-eyed to see if you were kidding. You begged for him to at least consider it but his shocked facial expression told you he was going to have to think about it for a while. 

“The car?? Jagi are you crazy, in public just like that!”

When you convinced him to do it, however, he’d get a rush of confidence after. Talking about how come you guys didn’t do it earlier. 

“Ahh that was great, why are we just doing this now!”


When he didn’t say anything you maybe thought you took it too far so you stopped asking. The drive was pure silence, but when he pulled into some random store parking lot, you began to question him but he immediately cut you off.

“Get in the back and strip now. You want everyone to watch me fuck you like the desperate little girl you are? We’re about to put on a show.”


He’d scratch the back of his neck unsure of whether or not he wanted to take the risk. Sure, he’d be open to anything you suggested, but he wouldn’t know how to explain himself if you two got caught.

“If we get caught I wouldn’t want anyone to stare at your naked body, that’s for me only.”


You randomly brought up the idea while you two were in his studio. It was more of an indirect question, but you were trying to hint exactly what you wanted. “Ya know, y/f/n recently had car sex, I wonder what it’s like…” He’d raise his eyebrows in surprise acting like he wasn’t paying attention but he was secretly planning ways to make your experience worth something to brag about.

“Huh? Yea that’s nice.”


You two were driving to an important party but on the way there, you couldn’t help but express your neediness for him aloud. You whined that you wanted him badly and didn’t even care about the person who the party was for. 

“We don’t have time, we’re in the car already!” 

When you tell him you don’t care you just want him to take you

“Oh is my princess that needy? Touch yourself for me right here.”


He had dragged you to an afternoon lunch with his entire family. The restaurant they chose was too boring for your liking, the setting was so dull, but Tae was happy to catch up with his family so you didn’t say anything. When you finally had enough you leaned over and whispered in his ear that you two should sneak out and have some fun in the car, he’d probably not understand why you were being so secretive and embarrass you.

“You want to do what in the car?? Jagi the food is coming now can’t you wait.”


The vehicle you guys were riding in was packed with all the other six members as well. Thinking you were sly, you leaned over and tried to whisper as quiet as possible that you wanted him to take you in the backseat when the other guys left. He whispered back dirty things not knowing how quiet the car became. Jin, who was right behind him, started yelling and scolding you two for being reckless.

“You want Daddy right now? Tsk, you’re so needy.”

(Y/f/n = your friend’s name)

A fruit frenzy

anonymous asked:

What pisses you off about each sign?

Aries: Hypocritical, impatient and annoying tbh

Taurus: Sooo possessive, wants everyone to bend to their will and when they don’t they throw a fit

Gemini: Stubborn, super stubborn, will argue just for the sake of it and never caring about other people's feelings, always in drama

Cancer: Wants everyone to cater to their feelings yet never wants to cater to anyone else’s, never accepts responsibility for their mistakes

Leo: Suuuchhh fragile ego’s, like, learn to base your self-worth off of something other than people’s opinions of you

Virgo: Ego’s so huge its not even a good thing anymore, they think their sooo superior, so immune to everything, when in fact, your not boo

Libra: They’re words mean nothing. NOTHING. A Libra will say something and then do the complete opposite. You really can’t rely on them cause all their words are empty

Scorpio: They feel so deeply yet have no problem going out of their way to hurt others, or just hurting others by accident and not examining it. So sensitive yet love to be so mean to others.

Sagittarius: So, reckless with others, never think of anyone. Think they can just toss people aside like they ain’t nothing, it’s shitty and it’s gonna bite them in the ass

Capricorn: They’re need to build walls. Not everyone is out to get you, blocking yourself out from everyone and pretending you don’t have feelings is only hurting yourself

Aquarius: Just cause you can’t relate to something doesn’t mean it’s not true or intellectual, you’re friends are gonna feel things for more than five minutes, your bf might cry over something you think is stupid, that doesn’t make you above them or more mature. And going out of your way to say such things makes you a dick

Pisces: You are not a lamb to be sacrificed, you are a person. Do not let people walk over you, you are not suffering for the greater good, you are hurting yourself