#I hope I could make someone smile

[kiwiplaetzchen]

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!!

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Again, "make someone smile"? 😏💚💕

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[im-smart-i-swear]

coming back home.

@barrenclan

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: violence mention / death mention / ]

Will never stop thinking about how Leo, all alone in an endless void and being beaten again and again and again by the only other living thing around, still finds comfort in that space. The situation he was in was completely hopeless, and in any other circumstances he would not have escaped, at least not fast enough to save him from permanent (or even fatal) damage, be it physical or mental.

And yet, despite the bleakness of his situation, despite the agony and helplessness, all he needs is one glance at a crumbled photograph, one glance to remember his family, and that’s enough of a reason for him to smile.

Maybe that’s why his powers center around manipulating space - because no matter how much space is between them, no matter how dire his own situation may be, just the thought of his family, alive and okay, is enough to give Leo hope.

[remyfire]

When the writer agonies hit.

[thisismeracing]

Since when did we start charging money on patreon for fanfics 😭😭😭😭 is this for real😭

hi, love. I haven't seen that many people doing the Patreon thing when it comes to fanfic, but it's pretty common for people who draw for example to set up a Patreon. I believe that everyone who does, just like myself, needs the money. I wouldn't be doing it if i didn't need to. I figured the Patreon setup was the best idea since it's not really that common for people to tip writers, we've been struggling with getting reblogs and comments, so you can imagine.

Right now, I'm applying and doing tests to get an internship, which still won't be enough because I'm also trying to apply for a master's. So, yeah, I'm really thankful for everyone who tipped me on ko-fi and subscribed to my Patreon, last month my savings were over, and the Patreon money was what helped me pay for some medical stuff I needed (Idk if you saw the whole mick schumacher's sick club, but yeah — huge thank you for everyone who subscribed/donated btw).

We often see fic writers as little robots who don't eat, drink, or sleep. We request stuff, and expect an instant reply, and when we get the content we don't even go back to the page to tell the writer our thoughts. We don't reblog, nor leave comments, but still, we expect them to keep writing and keep sharing everything as if it didn't take hours, sometimes days to come up with a 1k piece polished to what we think readers will like best. I hope I don't sound rude, I'm just trying to make a point because I'm tired of seeing writers deactivating, tired of seeing my friends getting writer's block and then people still demanding things.

On top of that, I'm still posting a lot here, from smau to blubs and long fic requests (and I won't even talk about how some pieces aren't even getting a hundred notes, which always makes me wonder if I'm doing something wrong, if my writing is bad, or if there's anything that I could do to make the reader's experience more enjoyable), and it takes a lot of time, it's even harder to balance the two profiles now, but still, I keep sharing some of my work for free. so please, please, don't make me feel bad about needing money. thanks ❤️.

[yuseirra]

if there's one thing I personally focus on when I draw something, it would be the emotions. I try to convey the exact emotions of a character when I make art, and portray how they'd be feeling at that exact situation, as they say something, and so on...

I try to feel the same feelings they would when I draw an expression, as close as I can get at least, it's what I do over and over. You don't really have to do that ofc, but for me, it's a huge part of the point and it's really fun to do! It's what I believe could give my drawings more life and make them more genuine, even if it's a sketch (in fact, sometimes sketches can be more powerful on that aspect so I used to stick to drawing exclusively those for a very long time). That's how I pour my heart in, and I'm sure a lot of artists would do the same in their own ways when they create their works.

For that same reason, I really like drawing smiles (and characters that can make genuine ones) because that makes me happy. Other feelings are cool, too, but drawing happy art is so soothing, so I draw a lot of smiles!! It's also why I feel the need to understand a character, because you can't exactly feel what they'd be feeling unless you aren't so aware of what they're going through. I wouldn't be entirely right, I'm sure, but I really want to try. It's maybe why I usually stick to drawing a select few characters from a series all the time, because there are some characters I "get" better than others, and feel I can bring out better(and most of the time, luckily, those kinds of characters end up to be my favs, so I can draw then alot ;v;) Then again, I'm seeing them through my own lens of thinking, I'm just putting out what I see in those characters in the end. But it's usually the good things I love! Or something I feel is really intriguing and want to think about, or want to explore on, emphasize? Anyhow, it's the feelings and emotions part I've always been interested about! So I hope I can do that well!

My drawings aren't perfect, but they aren't too bad either, and I've been trying all the way. If they could imbue some sort of feeling for you, that's definitely what I wanted to accomplish! It makes me so excited when I get feedbacks about it being able to make someone "feel" something.. it means what I wanted got across so I'm like "yes"!!

it'd be nice if they will feel genuine one way or another!! I was and is and will be happy to continue to share my works with you all

[erraticroses]

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[flowercrowngods]

i’m the anon who told you that you were warm 👋

you ARE warm. of course i’m still here. everyone, and that includes you!, deserves to have that recognition and appreciation :)

you provide such an amazing environment for me in this steddie life and beyond. i have a steddie sideblog and i love my little corner (nobody interacts with me but still)

SENDING HUGS TO YOU AND EVERYONE THAT READS THIS 🫂

let me tell you something about warmth

so last weekend my brother got married and my dad gave a little speech. he's good at that, talking in front of people without making it a big deal, drifting off and still making it seem like it's part of the speech.

and he said something that he told me a while ago already, something he would mention to me once or twice throughout all of my life. a sacred little something.

he said, "boy, this speech right here is one of three most important speeches i've held for you. you didn't hear the other two, but you can hear this one. the first was just when you were born, i was sitting on the balcony and talking to the stars, telling them about my little boy and all the things i wanted to to better than my parents did.

"the second one you didn't hear either because you were asleep and i was sat by your beside, telling you about your new baby sister (me, dio) and that you were a big brother now.

"and now, the third one, in front of all these people who love you and appreciate you. and i look into this room and feel a certain calm, knowing you have so many friends who have your back, and even more you couldn't invite, because if you were to invite everyone who loved you, we'd need a bigger room or three. and that's all a parent could want. there's barely more for me to say here, so let me say it in the words of men who are wiser than your old man.

"may the force be with you, and with your love. and may you live long and prosper, but most importantly, in love."

[vicompte-de-latarteaucoing]

Just a few edited vignettes from The Last Swordfish, don't mind me...

[dawdlecentric]

D3G_Takahashi you are the boniji artist ever 💗💛

Their art really make me feel like this every time

I haven't seen all of their boniji/BTR art yet but these are my favorites so far (tho tbh I love all of their art!)

Source under the cut

[tardis--dreams]

Some of those doctors make hating oat milk their entire personality. I hate them. Cannot pretend to find them funny or like i give a shit. Fucking pretentious assholes

[quarantineddreamer]

Good morning and happy (almost) New Year! I see there’s some ship-hate flying around this morning. Most the time I just ignore this, but today, look: Bix this, Jyn that, blah blah, meanwhile we aren’t even talking about Windi the mother of Cassian’s child? What?!

This absolute crack fic brought to you by the delirium of a (covid) brain past midnight and the amazing humor of the discord crew 💚 (it has been awhile since I laughed so hard, thank you). Anyways, long live Keef Greene Jr our unhinged, chaos brainchild --and may 2023 be the year we learn ‘to each their own’ and let peeps be in fandom... I mean, a gal can dream, right?

Peezo Destiny

There’s something oddly familiar about the kid sitting across from Melshi. He can’t place it. Niamos is barely recognizable from the place he briefly visited after escaping Narkina 5, and yet for some reason this wide-eyed boy staring at him seems like someone he should know.

He’s not sure why he calls out -he should really be focused on collecting the intel he came for and getting back to the Rebel base as seamlessly as possible- but he does. “What’s your problem, kid?”

The boy blinks. He can’t even be ten years old. He might not even be nine, Melshi can’t tell, he’s never been good at reading that sort of thing -if it’s short it’s young if it’s taller it’s old. It’s why he insists on poking fun at Jyn every chance he can get it.

“What are you staring at?” Melshi prompts again. He’s getting worried now, he’s not supposed to be attracting attention. What if the Imps have paid the boy to spy or report on unusual visitors or something?

The boy silently lifts a hand and points to Melshi’s pack where a bright spot of green is poking out. A fruit. Maybe he’s hungry.

Melshi reaches into the pack and throws the fruit in the boy’s direction, hoping it’s enough to get the kid to leave him alone, walk away.

The kid has good reflexes, Melshi will give him that, he catches the fruit easily, but then, unexpectedly, walks over to Melshi and sits beside him on the bench.

Melshi groans as the boy begins to slowly eat his green treat.

“Thank you,” the boy says. “Green’s my favorite.”

“Sure. Okay.” Melshi tries looking away, maybe the kid will leave if he just ignores it. He’s regretting engaging in the first place. What were you thinking, Ruescott? Fool.

Five minutes later and the kid still hasn’t moved. He’s still nibbling at the green skin of the fruit and kicking his legs contentedly, shaking the bench they sit upon. Melshi decides it’s time to leave.

He stands and begins to lift his pack to his shoulders, but the boy calls out, “Wait. Where are you going?” and now he has to look at this kid who can’t take a hint and those eyes are locking onto his face again and there’s still something so familiar about it.

“Don’t you think you should head home, kid? Your parents are probably worried about you.”

“No. My mom’s gone.”

“Gone?” Melshi asks, exasperated. “Gone where?”

The boy shrugs. “Gone. She told me I had to stay while she got more greenie greens.”

What the fuck... “Uhh… okay. Is she coming back soon?”

The boy shrugs again and takes another bite.

“How long has she been gone?”

Another shrug. “A long time.”

Melshi sighs. Trying to get information out of the kid is like trying to get Cass to... His train of thought hits a brick wall and keeps rolling, because he thinks he’s realized what it is about the child that’s so familiar. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Keef. Keef Greene Jr,” the boy says rather proudly -though Melshi’s not sure what there is to be proud of, it’s kind of a shit name. It does however, give him resolution to the nagging familiarity of the strange child.

A grin spreads across Melshi’s face. “Keef, kid, you’re coming with me. There’s someone I want you to meet...”

——

Melshi marches Keef across the hangar, the young thing with the short legs barely keeping up with his long ones.

Cass is working on his ship with Jyn and K2, his legs sticking out from under as he messes with something underneath.

“Keef!” Melshi calls loudly and there’s the thunk of head hitting metal and a stream of loud curses as Cassian startles.

“I told you not to call me that-“ Cassian begins, sliding out from under the ship, rubbing at his forehead. He stops short when he sees the strange boy standing beside Melshi. “Who’s that?”

“This? Oh,” Melshi places a hand on Keef Jr’s shoulder. “This is Keef. Keef Greene Jr.”

He waits for the news to register with his friend, but it is Jyn who reacts first with a laugh. “Didn’t you say Keef was your alias when you met... Oh. Oh by the force. Are you serious?” She steals another glance at the kid, squinting. “You are serious.”

“Cass, you were on Niamos for what, a day? Before you ended up in Narkina 5?” Melshi prods.

“I..”

“It is not statistically improbable depending on frequency of-“

“Nope! You can stop there, Kay!” Cass shouts loudly and he’s as flushed and flustered as Melshi has ever seen him.

“The physical appearance suggests shared genetics,” K2 adds, unable to help himself.

“He’s right, Cass,” Jyn says. “That kid looks alot like you.” Her face softens and she steps towards Keef Jr who has not said a word this entire time. “Hi, my name is Jyn.”

“I’m Keef Greene Jr.”

“I heard!”

Cassian approaches Melshi while Jyn continues to converse with the boy. “You couldn’t have given me a little heads up, Melsh?”

“Where’s the fun in that, Dad.”

“Stop. This is serious.”

“You’re right it is. You’ve passed on a truly terrible name to this sweet innocent child. How could you?!”

“Melsh!”

“What?”

“What am I going to do?”

“Well, first things first,” Jyn jumps in, a hand resting on the boy’s head. The kid seems to have already taken a liking to her. “Keith here says he’s hungry.”

“Keith?”

“Keith,”  Jyn repeats. “The kid’s already lost a mother, I’m not making him suffer your horrible alias on top of that.” Her eyes flash to Melshi. “Keith Ruescott Andor.”

“Hey! He’s not my kid.”

“No, but you knew his father so well.”

“Oh, you mean his father Keef Girgo?”

Melshi barely avoids the hunk of metal Cassian chucks at his head.

[nerdnag]

I hope everyone who reads this is having a better day than I am 🙏

[iiguess]

OOC. I think, if I were to create a Persona verse for Sam, she’d have Peter Pan be her Persona. Peter Pan is someone known for being a kid—-being a young guy who can’t or even refuses to grow up. It’s a stark difference for someone like Sam, who grew up much too fast due to her circumstances. Yet at the same time? He fits her perfectly.

Yes, she’s grown up mentally. But there’s still a childish happiness she clings onto—-some semblance of wonder and an outright refusal to accept things that are considered ‘unfair.’ She likes making people laugh and have fun. And that’s what connects her to someone like Peter Pan.

[mymp3]

i love love love reading your takes on minato and p3 in general ... like minato gets mischaracterized and flanderized by people sooooo much but you really truly get him i think

This is genuinely such a high honor of an ask to get, thank you very much anon.

I love talking about my playthrough and experience with P3 as i move along. it's a very hard hitting and impactful story. this story could not work if minato wasn't the character he was and i think that's brilliant.

I haven't seen too many takes on him yet honestly, but it's sad that he apparently gets so frequently misunderstood. understanding the vessel in which the story is told through is key in understanding the full picture i feel, and its nice of you to think i get him. :)