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Day 3: Beast - Howl - Hunted/Hunting

"You are a great pursuer, maybe the greatest among wolves, but they hate you.... they hate your fur, your father's scent. You have to find food alone, very hard challenge. Who else would accept it?"

Argh, this one was tough. I redraw this comics for 6 TIMES! (two of them sketches, 3 on tablet). Ibis deleted 1 version, mojing did his job well, but I didn't like it both times.

And I still hate it, I just have NO POWER to remake it for 7th time.

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Being chronically depressed is so pathetic. Like bitch, why are you crying again????

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I want to sing in my town’s Christmas play.

I want to join dancing with the stars.

I want to fight a man.

I don’t want to kill myself.

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Ngl those photos…

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One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.

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Thank God I’ll be dead in at least 67 years.

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If I fall in love with one more famous man, someone please choke me to death.

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Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

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ever since i was a little girl i knew i was gonna need a miracle

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i think i’ll daydream about being loved for the rest of my life

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😭

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This is so cute. I just died. My job will have to call a sub now. 😂😂

heads up: alcohol mentions (drunk reader).

if there's one thing jisung knows about you, it's that you are... probably the most affectionate drunk he's ever met. the giggliest, too, because you've giggled at too many of his friends' bad jokes at this point in the night. he's got an arm loosely around you as the two of you lean against the side of minho's car, waiting for him to finally round up felix and drive all of you home. all jisung wants right now is to go home and recharge for a week straight... and maybe also cuddle with you as soon as he possibly can, if you're up to it.

but right now, you're giggling at penguin videos on his phone (distraction tactic... employed by yourself to use on yourself, apparently), and all he can do is just smile as he watches you.

"jisungie... gonna find you a nice rock..." you sway into his side a little, grinning to yourself as you keep your eyes glued to his phone. he'll end up with so, so many more videos... but he isn't complaining. "gonna get you some kinda pebble..."

he snorts a little, pressing a kiss against the side of your face. "and if i already bought you a rock?"

"gonna buy you one anyway." you finally look away from his phone, just to lean in and start pressing kisses against his cheeks. you're still giggling, all too giddy to have him next to you, and he just fights back the urge to laugh. "gotta make sure my baby has all the pretty things..."

maybe it's a good thing he never carries the ring on him. he'd be getting down on one knee right here and now if he did.

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me, bursting through your bedroom wall in a shower of dust: bUT that hug before they go onstage is what we’ve always wanted from One Direction, and that’s what makes them unsustainable as a phenomenon. What we always wanted from them was what they did not give to us intentionally

you: wh

me, briskly removing my shoes and shaking fragments of rubble out of them: One Direction is perhaps the first band to exist entirely within the Panopticon, from the very beginning, and yet even that was not enough for us. Can you imagine how difficult it would become to hold onto a “self” when what people want most from you are the moments of your life that specifically are NOT FOR THEM? It wasn’t just what they DID, we wanted to know what they FELT, constantly. We demanded to know but we did not want to be TOLD. The knowledge could only be “authentic” if it was not meant for us

you: why are you in my house

me, climbing into your bed and pulling your blankets up to my chin: The endless “documentaries,” the social media – we had an unprecedented, and unprecedentedly intimate, degree of access to these people, and still what we valued most were secrets and accidents. What we wanted was their interiority, and when we could not have that we invented it. Wouldn’t you resent having to constantly be GRATEFUL for that grasping, rapacious love? I would

you: are you crying?

me: We wanted to love them by devouring them, and now we have nothing to eat but our own hearts. can you bring me a hot water bottle

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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"

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i want romance. i want intimacy. i want the 2 am love making. i want consistency, loyalty. i want the random looks of admiration. i want to know you're just for me. i want date nights. i want love so pure and true. i want it because i can return it.

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some of 1D's best songs exist because of liam payne, by the way. liam and louis were the dream team. they all wrote some good songs, but man. every time liam and louis joined up together, it ended up being a fucking banger. better than words. end of the day. fireproof. there are so many, so many strong songs that took 1D from being just a silly little "girl band" (which is what they always were and always will be to us, to me) to being something special, something that pierced through the industry whether people liked it or not. that was my band. they were my boys. i will miss liam for the rest of my life, and i'm not exaggerating that. not only because of who he was in the band, not only because of who he could have been once he held himself accountable enough to grow. i will miss his music, his talent. his voice. god. his voice. i'll just miss him. i miss him already.