#but i procrastinated this drawing for too long to care anymore

[onelastride]

georgewashigtoon

[val-writesstuff]

Dear Diary

Prologue

Summary: Your brother and his best friend that you're secretly in love with, go missing. Peggy thinks somehow you’ll be able to find them. Will you find them, or will you lose yourself in the process?

wc:1.1k

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

a/n: Am I starting a new series to procrastinate from my other one? Maybe. My brain doesn't listen when I tell it to focus on one thing, so here ya go.

Italics are writing

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Dear Diary

It's been a month since Steve disappeared. With him gone, nothing feels real. It feels like I'm drifting through life. I haven't felt like this since our mom died, Steve and Bucky were the only ones who could bring me back and now they're both gone.

Gone, not dead. Neither of my boys came home, neither had bodies. I think that might be worse, the not knowing. They could be stranded somewhere, freezing, and injured. I wish I could help them, wherever they are.

It’s weird being in this house alone. I don't go out anymore. I spend most of my days wrapped in my bed. I’ve been too scared to enter his room or move his stuff, what if he comes home and everything he knew is gone?

Peggy keeps coming by the house. She brings groceries, she cooks for me. Sometimes we sit and have tea together. She used to try to make small talk, but the past few days she just looked nervous around me. I know she feels bad about what happened but I can't help but blame her a little.

Our lives used to be relatively normal. Then Steve somehow gets into the army which, I know was his dream but it was crazy. I hoped they’d give him something easier like being a medic or something but he sends me a letter saying he's going to be experimented on. I didn't hear from him for a long time after that. Then ‘Captain America’ starts going around doing shows. I guess he was busy entertaining the masses. The next letter i got, he said something had happened to bucky and he was going to rescue him.

Then I got a knock on the door. Peggy herself was standing on my doorstep. I had never met her before but from the look on her face, I knew something had happened. Diary, I’m not proud of what happened next. There was a lot of screaming and crying, mostly from me. I know you'll say it's not very ladylike, but when have I cared about that before?

I still hate her a little, even if she's not the reason he joined. She got him involved in the stuff that got him killed. Got bucky killed too. I don't know if I’ll ever forgive her.

When I hear the knocking on the door I know it's her. I close up my diary and shove it back on the shelf before I open the door. Her smile wavers a little and I take a step back to let her in the apartment. I close the door behind her and busy myself with making tea so I don’t have to look at her.

I hear her sit at the table and take a deep breath before she finally says something. “Listen, I know I keep showing up and I'm probably the last person you want to see right now-” I scoff as I set the tea on the table and sit across from her. “But this time I'm here to suggest something and it's going to sound a little crazy, so please don't kick me out yet.”

From what I knew of her, Peggy’s version of crazy could be ‘come out and have a drink with me and some of the guys your brother knew’ or ‘Come get injected with an untested serum so you can fight bad guys.” Neither option sounds great right about now. 

“Your brother told me about you. He told me about the things you can do, and how you're special in ways others aren't.” 

“I don't know what he said but you have to believe me when I say it's not true.” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Stevie has always had a very active imagination.” I tried to muster up a chuckle as I rambled about my brother. “It's probably from all his time locked inside. You know he used to get sick easily? So, mom, wouldn't let him go play with the other kids. He’d spend all his time reading fairytales or drawing them and-”

She leaned in close and whispered as if somebody might overhear her. “He told me because he thought you could help us. He knew if anybody could get you in, it’d be me. He told me how you always used to take care of him, he wanted to take care of you.” 

I cross my arms and glare at her. “He had no right to tell you that. You shouldn't know about that.”

“You might be right, but I'm glad he told me. I want you to do a job for me. My little team wants to search for them, Barnes and Steve. I convinced them you're the right person for the job.” Now I knew why she had looked so nervous recently, she was offering me a small ray of hope in the darkness.

“That sounds great and all but I don't have any experience with this kind of thing. My abilities wouldn't be of any help to you.” I didn't like the idea of anybody knowing what I could do, but if it helped find Bucky or Steve I’d do whatever I could.

“Dear diary…” I mutter as I pull my coat tighter around me as the wind blows snow in my face. “Today I get to explore the middle of nowhere because my stupid brother's insane girlfriend thought it would be wise to send me out here after a month of training. Truly a match made in heaven, those two.”

“I know it seems impossible but you're their only hope.” Peggy's voice crackled out of the portable radio I was clutching in my hand. “Howard's equipment picked up activity out there and we have high hopes it's him.” 

“Peggy I admire your optimism, I do.” I sighed as I paused and looked around. All I could see was whirling snow and rocky cliffs. “But it's been months… He fell off a train for god's sake. On the off chance he is alive, he would've had to survive with probably very serious injuries and no rations. If he found a way to do that…I don't think he’d still be himself.”

“Please, you have to find him.” I could hear her voice crack even through the static of the radio. I knew she wanted me to do this so she’d have a justifiable reason to send me after Steve, that's what she wanted. 

In the distance, I saw something silver glint in the sun and I took off running toward it. I fell to my knees as I pulled a pair of dog tags on a chain out of the snow. “Peggy I found-” my body couldn't decide if I wanted to sob or laugh. He was somewhere out here and he had survived the fall.

I was so distracted by what I found I never noticed the man creeping up behind me. Didn't realize I wasn’t alone until I felt the sharp pain of a needle in my neck.

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[mimikyvvnz]

An ask for one of those 2 you missed: Do you have a hobby or interest you wanna rant about? I'll read it all :)

okay so um. um um. okay i. good timing cause i was cooking up a good old yap!!! honestly drawing/creating is such a big part of me like what the hell! i procrastinate watching/playing games because i prefer making stories and characters myself and ERRrrr a lot of what i make is very personal to me!!! like characters will be based off people i hold dear to me and all etc etc i even do this subconsciously and only realize who i was thinking of when i made a certain character very much later on coughs and/or my character's backstories and lives are usually related to a part of me (i will write about my ocs and all later on) (i loooove being lazy /j) so if my characters seem not so diverse im sorry!!!! this is all i know how to write and i don't want to write anything else because i might get it wrong or i don't feel passion for it oh my lord!!! my art is also so symbolic sometimes (especially with the nonexistent colors) (you guys are just colorblind. trust) (me not coloring my art is also a symbol for somethign SJDSJSDJKJjdjskds)

another thing to consider is art has been my hobby since even before i had the mental capacity to remember things!!! i'm also self-taught without any formal education on this lol so if you see me make a lot of anatomical mistakes (i hate anatomical mistakes but art is art. mistakes are mistakes. and mistakes are a part of art) erm!!! no you didnt (lol) ERM. okay im dumping art tips here too now okay TIP NUMBER ONE DO NOOOOTTT care if you make mistakes DO NNNNOOOOOOOOOt be a perfectionist with your art this type shit hurts your self esteem and ruins your motivation! art is supposed to be fun not a burden lalala. be free. be carefree and all whateverr pro tip nummber two tune your feed to give you art that has artstyles you like this is just a personal thing but i tend to copy what i see so i dont want other traits that i have to work to unlearn in my art errm! learn color theory /j (i dont know color theory i just eyeball it and i have one rule) guys please wait i made a tutorial on my color stuff somewhere pls https://www.penup.com/artwork/1697369659896622?collectionEnabled=false guys pls i made this a long time ago and my style changed a lot imm crying i had to scroll way back to my old art to find this thing i okay im done THIS IS SUCH A LONG POST I MIGHT EVEN ADD TO THIS LMAOOO

WHY DIDNT THE LINK EMBED IM SO MAD i read the tutorial again and its so badactually sorry guys i am not smart anymore

[chuya-chuya-blog]

I think I will redraw the first two chapters. They're already scripted and laid out, so it shouldn't take too long. While I was drawing them, I was impatient and wanted to see what people thought of them, so I rushed them. Instead of focusing on what needed to be done properly, I cut so many corners. I got frustrated with what I couldn't do and was aggravated it was taking so long, so I ended up doing a poor job. I told myself that other manga got away with stuff like this so it's okay. It gets the point across so it's okay. But I didn't realize or just ignored the fact that it has to also be something I want.

I have a better idea of what needs to be done properly now, and if nothing else, I know that what I need to focus on is doing a good job, making a good manga, not getting something done as fast as possible. From now on, I will focus on completing something that I am excited to see in print, not the first thing I can throw up on a website. I originally started drawing comics because as a child, I never got to see a series to completion--or it wouldn't happen for years at a time, and I was always sooooo desperate for more. So I set out to make some myself.

These days, I still have that dream. To have something complete just for me, done my way, with everything I like filling up the contents. And now the dream is so close to being a reality. When I say I plan to have something in print, I literally mean that, at the very least, on a small scale, I would print at least one book for myself to put on my bookshelf, to read and reread whenever I want, to treat it and view it the same way I did the rest of the manga in my collection growing up. That's it. Whether or not it's popular (and I won't lie, it'd be cool if it was!🤧) won't matter because I'll still have something I love regardless.

So why am I rushing through it like some routine task I'm stuck doing? Or like I'm just going through the motions. It's also like those projects I procrastinated on and panicked about in school. Why is it so hard to get myself to do anything properly? Why is it so hard to get myself to care about anything these days? I know I want this, but the motivation and the drive aren't there, and that goes for doing much of anything, actually. I barely get excited anymore, and if I do, it fizzles out quickly. I haven't actually enjoyed or anticipated anything in years, and it feels like time is just passing me by. But I at least want to complete all my creative projects before my time is through.

[husbandograveyard]

Hi Hazel! Oh my, is your foot okay? What happened? I hope it's been healed by now, if not I'm wishing you a speedy recovery. Also, I hope August has been more sunny and less rainy for you. I'm personally not a huge fan of rainy season ;-;. Aside from that, how was your weekend getaway? I hope you had a chance to relax and do fun things!

Yay! Congratulations on all your pulls! May you continue to get all the cards you want ^-^. Which is the top card you want to pull for next?

Ooh would it be safe to assume Halloween is your favourite? Speaking of, I can't believe I missed Spooktober requests :( but I'm glad to see someone else requested Leona in my stead haha. And no holiday plans other than spending time with friends and family. Do you have anymore holiday plans for the last few weeks of summer?

I saw you posted about sharing your art :O. If you want to share your art, then I'd say go for it. Even if you don't think it's as good as the other artists on Tumblr, I bet your drawings still look amazing!

Hope you enjoy the rest of your break and remember to take care as always! -berry anon

Hiya Berry!

I sprained my ankle simply by walking. I fell two years ago and sprained my ankle really badly. When it was healed, I fell, and fell on the other ankle, spraining it badly again. Ever since, I've had super weak ankles, and even when wearing insoles, I still roll them by just walking around. Unfortunately, that's what happened on the city trip as well. It's been six weeks and I can move normally again, but certain movements do still hurt. It will probably be like that for the rest of my life.

I am not quite sure! The game surprised me with my next top wish, Jamil's basketball card, a week before Leona's birthday, so I had to skip him, hoping he'll come back into rotation sometime soon. Assuming we will get masquerade for Halloween this year, I am trying to save up 200 Pulls to be guaranteed masquerade Idia, he's too beautiful. Next in line is probably the Sunset Savannah croptop Leona. I forgot the actual name of the card but it's Gorgeous. I should really diversify cards more, but I can't help but have a little army of my favorites. I hope that dorm Riddle, dorm Trey and dorm Idia still kinda appear randomly as I pull. Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday, even though it's truly not celebrated where I live? We don't do trick or treat or anything, but the shops have been carrying some spooky stuffs the last few years, and the roommate and i just kind of use it as year-round decoration.

Not a lot of plans anymore. Catching up on some more anime, writing, and from tomorrow on, prepping for work. I have quite a lot to prepare for and do, so I really need to get to it. I have been procrastinating for more than long enough. And I volunteered to be the head of a council at school this year, besides my other teacher, workgroup and party-committee duties, because I am a chronic people pleaser that cannot say no and wants to be involved in every single thing apparently.

The drawings are really REALLY silly, but well, I might just do a dump of them sometime in the future, or when I feel a little more confident hahah.

I hope you get to enjoy lots and lots of time with your friends and family! The weather is getting hotter here again, so enjoying the last bits of summer before it's that wonderful sweater weather again. Take care, get loads of rest and drink loads of water!! sending you love!

[somelazyassartist]

Love that I stayed up all night drawing and still have like. nothing to show for it. go girl give us nothing 😔

[burgundybmw]

Fast Times at Family Video

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,112

Warnings: Brief mention of period typical homophobia (not directed at Robin, this is very fluffy!)

Summary: There's this girl that comes in once a week to rent Fast Times at Ridgemont High. She always peruses the shelves, sometimes grabbing other films, but Fast Times is always in the stack.

In other words, Robin has a crush, Steve plays wingman, and the pretty girl in the fruit themed sundresses might pick up something more than a cheesy high school movie.

Author's Note: Sorry to Vickie, but it had to be done.

Part Two: Lemonheads

Despite it being early March, a sudden heat wave has spread its iron grip over the town of Hawkins, Indiana. The AC inside the Family Video is on its last leg, and both Robin and Steve are counting down the seconds until their shift ends. It's Sunday, and barely any customers have come in. It looks like the video store is gonna be deserted for the rest of the evening. But, Robin is patiently waiting for someone. Someone who always comes in on Sunday, every week like clockwork.

"I think it's going to be kiwi this time." Steve announces from one of the isles, slowly stacking the shelves to kill time.

"What?" She had no idea how long Steve had been talking to her, too preoccupied with staring at the front door. It's only three hours till closing time, so it's too early to be worried she wont show up. But she usually comes in the mornings, her She-Ra thermos in hand. Always tea, never coffee. Robin has spent way too much time trying to read the impossibly small font on the tag each times she comes in. On the rare occasion she makes an afternoon visit, it's usually a can of soda in her hand. Pepsi, never Coke.

"Kiwi, I think she's gonna be in a Kiwi get up this time." He responds for a second time.

"Who are you talking about?" Steve rolls his eyes and lazily walks towards the front desk, clearly fed up with Robin's lack of attention on him.

"As if you don't know, you've been staring at the front door for the past 30 minutes. I think you've blinked only 7 times, you're gonna need eye drops if you keep that up." Robin rolls her eyes, noticing they were dryer than usual. She'd never admit Steve was right though. Suffering with dry eyes it is.

"I have not be staring-"

"Yes you have don't lie. You and I both know that Y/N comes in every Sunday in her fruit salad dress to rent Fast Times at Ridgemont High. You stare at her like a weirdo-"

"Hey!"

"Don't interrupt." Robin huffs, not liking the taste of her own medicine she gave Steve back at Scoops Ahoy. "Anyway, you stare at her like some weirdo and then she comes by to check out, you either A: don't say a word and let this awkward silence drag on or B: you have word vomit and talk the girls ear off."

"What does that have anything to do with Kiwis?" She doesn't give Steve enough credit sometimes, how much he notices. Robin spent most of her youth doing everything within her power to not be too noticed. Popular enough to not be lonely, isolated enough to not draw attention to herself. It's a careful balance that she has crafted over the years, and Steve always manages to throw a wrench into things in her life.

"That's what I'm guessing she's gonna come in with this week. Last week you went on and on over her strawberry sundress, and the week before it was lemon, and before that it was blueberry-"

"Fruit salad dresses. Yes. Got it. Noted." She barks out, cheeks growing uncomfortably red.

"Yea and she always matches it with a necklace-"

"Earrings. She matches the earrings not necklace."

"Earrings, whatever. Quite honestly I don't understand how one person can have so much fruity themed attire... unless-" She knows where this is going, and doesn't like it at all.

"Don't even start Steve." Robin walks to the backroom, not wanting to listen to his theories anymore. Keith left some paperwork they've been procrastinating on. No better time than the present to get it done.

"Maybe she's more into cherries than bananas, or likes both cherries and bananas. I know for a fact she likes cherries, no girl who rents Fast Times at Ridgemont High every week and returns it at 53 minutes and 5 seconds doesn't like cherries!" Steve quickly follows behind Robin, abandoning the front desk all together.

"What are you even talking about Steve? Cherries?"

"It's code Robin. Cherries are boobies"

"Ugh don't say boobies." Robin rolls her eyes, grabbing paperwork from the back and walking towards the front desk. A much needed distraction from Steve.

"But it's true! You like boobies, I like boobies, Y/N likes boobies!"

"Y/N does NOT like boobies Steve. You're out of your mind." Robin is reshuffling the same stack of paper over and over again. Trying to look busy, maybe Steve will drop it now. She can't focus on updating inventory if he's talking her ear off.

"Ugh yea, she does. The pause times don't lie Robin. I don't know why you don't just ask her out." Robin knows he means well, but he just doesn't understand. If it wasn't for that Russian truth serum she never would have told Steve that she was gay, especially after he admitted his crush on her. She was lucky that Steve is such a great guy, because if he were anybody else, she could have been outed to all of Hawkins. Being gay in Indiana is not all sunshine and rainbows, and her life would be living hell if anybody knew. If she asked Y/N out, best case scenario she turns her down gently, and keeps her secret. Worst case, Y/N tells everyone and Robin waltzes into Hawkins High with carpet muncher spray painted over her locker.

There were rumors that Terry Johnson, a senior when Robin was a freshman, was gay. Apparently she was caught with some cashier girl behind the gas station near the outskirts of town. Everyday her locker was covered with sharpie, a variety of slurs and graphic depictions of genitals graffitied the space. She ended up dropping out of school and getting her GED, couldn't handle constantly getting harassed by all the Reaganites of Hawkins. Robin couldn't live with that, she can't take the risk.

"No Steve, I will not ask her out"

“But,”

“Drop it Steve.” She knew he was frustrated with her. To him asking out a girl is no big deal, if she says no then he only has a bruised ego to heal. If Robin asks the wrong girl out, she could have bruises more painful than that.

Steve paced around the store, clearly not wanting to drop the conversation. He sighed and slowly dragged himself behind the front desk, wrapping his arm around Robin's shoulder for comfort.

“Look Robin I’m sorry. I’ll let it go, but can you really blame me? I just want my best friend to be happy that’s all.” Robin leaned against his collar bone, allowing herself to sink into him. Despite all of the trauma from last summer, she couldn’t imagine her life without him. It was nice to have at least one person she didn’t have to hide herself from.

The two stayed like that for a moment, before the chime of the front door bell rang. Steve quickly removed his arm from Robin, but not before the girl at the door saw how close they were. Y/N L/N was standing there, in a short white dress with small cherries patterned throughout. She had large cherry earrings on, and some sparkly clips in her hair. Her pouty lips painted red, and blunt nails manicured with bright green nail polish. She had a contemplative look on her face, eyebrows furrowed and eyes quickly switching focus between Steve and Robin.

"Are you guys busy?" Y/N asked, arms crossed against her chest, she gave a pointed to look to Steve before shifting to a shy smile to Robin.

"Not at all, Welcome to Family Video, my name's Steve. How can I help you today?" The rehearsed lines flowing easily out like muscle memory.

"I'm alright, just looking around for now." Y/N headed to the Comedy section of the store, not so subtly eyeing Steve and Robin together. Once she was out of earshot Steve turned to Robin, a big cheesy smile on his face.

"Y/N likes cherries."

"No shit, she's wearing a cherry dress." Steve was shaking his head, hair flopping around like an over excited golden retriever.

"No, Y/N likes cherries." Steve winked. Robin rolled her eyes, not this again.

"Steve-"

"No listen. Did you see the look on her face? She was jealous!" Robin scoffed, but her heart started to beat a bit faster in her chest.

"If she was jealous, and I'm not saying she was, it was probably about you." She really wished he would just drop it, let her yearn in silence. She didn't want to hope he could be right. Hope was a dangerous thing.

"No Robs. She wasn't jealous of you, she was jealous of me. You didn't see the stink eye she gave me?"

"You're imagining things."

"And you're in denial, smooth sailing the S.S. Robin to Cabo."

"Cabo?" Robin asked, not sure where he was going with this.

"The city in Egypt? You know the Nile River? Denial, The Nile?"

"That's Cairo, dingus" Steve rolled his eyes. Steve scoffed, he graduated from high school already, didn't need a geography lesson. He suddenly jumped over the counter, eyes alight like he was about to charge into battle.

"You know what, I'm gonna prove it to you!" Steve jogged over to where Y/N was, giving Robin a thumbs up as he left.

"Steve! Steve! Shit." He either didn't hear her or just completely ignored Robin's protests. With Steve it could go either way. Robin pretended to reorganize the stack of paper as she looked at Steve talking to Y/N. She couldn't hear what they were talking about, but by Steve's body language she could tell he was laying it on thick. Robin was gonna kill him. She began furiously shuffling the paperwork, not paying attention to her surroundings. She didn't notice that someone had walked to the front of the desk.

"Um, excuse me?" Robin whipped her head up and promptly dropped the stack she was holding. One of the papers slicing into her pointer finger.

"Ow, god I hate paper cuts." Blood started to pool at the top of her finger, pain radiating down the length of it. Robin may have fought inter-dimensional monsters last summer, but paper cuts were her one true enemy.

"Oh no! Are you okay?" Y/N asked in concern, her cherry lips pulled into a frown.

"Me? Oh yea I'm good. Totally fine. It's just a small cut. I don't have like, sickle cell anemia or anything. So I won't like, bleed to death because my blood can't coagulate. My blood coagulates just right. My pediatrician says I have excellent blood pressure." Y/N giggled at Robin's rambling, and she just begged her mouth to just. stop. talking.

"Would you like a bandaid?" Y/N asked, eyes glittering under the fluorescent lights. She was so nice, and pretty, and Robin was just standing there bumbling like a fool.

"Um, yea, if you have one to spare, I guess." Y/N nodded and started searching her wicker bag. Robin saw Steve waving his arms at the corner her eye. She turned her head to look at him to see him mouthing something.

"What?" Robin couldn't understand what he was saying.

"She. Wants. Nothing. To. Do. With. Me." He says, as if that's any indicator that Y/N bats for the same team. His game wasn't as good as it used to be when he wore the title of King Steve.

"So?" Steves eyes were bugging out of his head. Like him and Robin were speaking two different languages.

"Found one! Some cleaning spray too" Y/N cheered and Robin turned back to face her. "May I?" Robin nodded, her mouth deciding to finally listen to her brain and shut up. Y/N smiled and sprayed some disinfectant on the cut, then opened up the bandage to wrap around her finger.

"There you go! All better... Ya know my mom always said that kissing a paper cut makes you heal faster, maybe you can ask your boyfriend to do that?" Robin couldn't understand the look on Y/N's face. Like she was searching for something.

"Boyfriend? Me? Ha! No. No boyfriend for me. Noooope." Y/N smiled then, pleased with her answer.

"So you're not with that Steve guy?" Robin laughed, if she got a dollar for every time someone thought she was dating Steve she could finally afford to buy a new bike.

"No, we're friends. Totally platonic, with a capital P!" Y/N's smile got bigger and Robin was totally not dying a bit inside. Totally.

"Cool um, can you check me out? I mean, check these out. The movies, not me. You know what I mean." Y/N stammered out.

"Yeah, uh can do." Steve was hiding behind a cutout of Molly Ringwald, silently begging Robin to keep the conversation going.

"Fast times?" Robin asked, noticing the movie was on the top of stack as usual.

"Ugh yea it's my favorite I rent it all the time."

"Every Sunday!" Robin blurted out, instantly regretting it. It sounded less creepy in her head.

"What?" Y/N's head tilted to the side, and Robin wished the mind flayer would come back and go all Invasion of the Body Snatchers on her. At least then she might have some cool left in her.

"Ugh, Sunday. You come in every Sunday to rent it. I ugh, noticed it. Um, you never finish it all the way through though. It's always stopped at 53 minutes and 5 seconds when you bring it in. Did you not like the ending? I do that sometimes. With movies. I always stop the Rocky Horror Picture show right before Dr. Frank N. Furter gets shot with the laser gun. He was my favorite character, and there's only so many times you can watch your favorite character die before you get sick of it. Shit, I totally just spoiled the ending for you didn't I!" Robin was drowning, she could feel the pressure in her chest. She was absolutely blowing it. Now Y/N probably thinks she's a loser. She's definitely never coming back to Family Video again.

To Robin's major surprise, Y/N laughed. It wasn't the I'm totally making fun of you right now kind of laugh, it was a genuine laugh, like she thinks Robin is actually funny.

"No worries, I've seen Rocky Horror. Funny enough, I actually play Janet Weiss at the live show every Halloween." Robin was flabbergasted. She's been to that show before, but she didn't recognize her.

"Really? I've seen it, last Halloween actually. I had no clue that was you." Y/N giggled, twirling the strap of her bag around her finger.

"Yea, you probably wouldn't recognize me with the wig and makeup I have to put on. Did you like the performance?" Robin did like the performance. A lot.

"Yea you were excellent! Definitely deserved a Tony for Touch-A Touch-A Touch-A Touch Me." Y/N ducked her head down for a moment, covering her face with her hand. Robin hoped she didn't embarrass her, she really meant it. That performance alone was the highlight of her Halloween, for a number of reasons.

When Y/N looked up again, her smile was gone. A nervous look replacing it on her face, Robin couldn't help but miss it.

"I know this might be weird, but I ugh, was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime, maybe? Pretty in Pink is showing at the theatre, and I don't know about you but I'm a big fan of Molly Ringwald. I really liked her in Sixteen Candles... almost as much as I like Phoebe Cates..." Y/N wasn't making eye contact now, the graceful twirling of her purse strap replaced with an iron tight grip. Robin was speechless. Holy shit Steve might have actually been right.

The silence was stretching for too long, she knew that. But Robin couldn't move a muscle, her mind racing with all of the possibilities this could lead.

"You know what, um, forget I said anything haha. I think I totally read this wrong..."

"Nope! You didn't! Not at all! She'd love to go! Wouldn't you Robin?" Steve rushed over, knocking over the Molly Ringwald cutout he was hiding behind.

"What?" Robin finally spoke. Her brain deciding to function normally again.

"You. Y/N. Pretty in Pink. Does Friday work for you? Robin has off that day." Steve suggested. She didn't have off that day, but with the amount of times she's had to cover for Steve for his dates, it looks like he's finally paying her back for it.

"Ugh yea, Friday is perfect. Um is that okay with you?" Y/N speaking to Robin now, her pearly smile finally finding its way back.

"Yes! Yes Friday! Friday is great! I um, don't have a car or even a license so I would have to ride my bike there. I don't think it'll rain, if it does I can just bring a jacket or-"

"I can pick you up?" This couldn't be happening. Any second now Robin's alarm was gonna go off and she'd wake up from whatever dream she was in.

"Yea. If it's no trouble..."

"It's no trouble at all! Um, do you have a pen?" Robin raced over to the register, knocking over the pen case that permanently had its place there. She handed Y/N the red marker they used for documenting fees.

"Thank you, may I?" She held out her hand and Robin placed her palm in hers, hoping it wasn't too clammy. Y/N hands were soft, she probably has some fancy hand cream she uses all of the time. No ones hands are naturally that soft. Y/N flipped over Robins wrist and pulled up her sleeve, giving her space to write. Steve grabbed the stack of films Y/N had left, finally cashing her out.

"This is my phone number, I have my own line so you don't have to worry about asking for me. Call me when you get out so I can have your address." She finished the final digit and added a little heart on the end.

"Here are your movies, that'll be $9.50 today." Steve handed Y/N the plastic bag as she searched for her wallet.

"Yea, will do. I'll um- I'll see you on Friday?" Robin stuttered out. Steve handed Y/N her change, and as she walked away she back turned to the two of them, cherry dress twirling around her figure.

"It's a date." The chimes of the front door rang as she walked out, bag in hand and a pep to her step.

"Y/N likes cherries." Steve said, in an i-told-you-so kind of way. Robin laughed, allowing him the win.

"Y/N likes cherries."

A/N 2: If you guys liked this I'll make a part two! As always let me know if you wanna be tagged in any fics. I'm writing for Eddie, Robin, and Steve currently. Will probably add Nancy at some point.

[love-archon]

Shoulder Angel

Summary: Genshin boys as your guardian angel and demon ^^ 

Zhongli and Childe

• Morax is literally the name of a demon.

• He appears before you on the eve of your contract, sharply dressed in elegant (and form-fitting) clothes, and calmly states his name and titles: a president of hell, overseer of thirty demonic legions, and provider of knowledge of astrology and stone. 

• There's a long silence after he's done, as though he's waiting for something... or someone. Then Morax awkwardly clears his throat, and that's when the angel comes crashing in. 

• "Be not afraid!" he announces, picking himself up from the floor. You aren't yet sure why you should be afraid of a skinny white boy with orange hair, but you suppose it's just something all angels say. 

• You didn't get the angel's name, but when your friends come over and see the two very attractive men in your house that previously weren't there before, he's quick to spin a lie about him being a family friend of yours, Ajax, who's staying with you for an indefinite amount of time. 

• Morax is less accustomed to lying on the spot, latching onto Ajax's story and introducing himself as Zhongli... another family friend. Who also coincidentally happens to be staying with you, yes. 

• To be honest, Zhongli is nicer to hang out with than Ajax. He is knowledgeable about many things, and recounts grand historical events as though they happened yesterday. His deep, velvety-smooth voice has you unconsciously hanging on to his every word.

• But no matter how civil and friendly he is, take care not to forget what he's really here for. Morax takes contracts seriously, and although he refuses to outright lie, he still wants you to sign the second contract- one that gives him the legal right to claim your soul when you die. 

• (Your saving grace is that even though he's not willing to play dirty, the angel certainly is).

• Meanwhile, you're pretty sure that if you make one wrong step when you're out with Ajax, he'll be fired for not protecting you properly. He's always itching for a fight or chasing the thrilling high that comes with danger some other way. But if anyone dares threaten you, he’s immediately at your side, ready to defend you if they come any closer.

• Sometimes, when his focus slips, you see his true form underneath the human glamor- hulking, plated with armor, and a pearlescent wheel for an eye- and suddenly his "be not afraid" line makes much more sense, and terrifyingly so.

• It's never visible for more than a second before Ajax is back, with his lean build and countable freckles and two eyes as blue as the deepest sea, smiling at you reassuringly and pretending nothing happened.  

• He trusts you enough to not intervene when you're around Zhongli, because as far as he's concerned, your soul might as well be in Ajax’s palm. But he still delights in tormenting the lesser demons that appear near you, drawn by Morax's power- summoning blades of holy water to easily tear them to shreds. 

• What? Just because he's a guardian angel doesn't mean he has to be nice.

Scaramouche and Kazuha

• In the window of time when summer turns to fall, and maple leaves change from green to shades of red, Kazuha comes to you. 

• Kazuha is the perfect angel. 

• He knows the hidden language of nature, guiding you away from treacherous storms and lightning strikes. Traveling with him means you can sleep safely under the stars without a care, and he's always there with a wise saying or elegant poem that reminds you to do the right thing. 

• Although he sounds a little old-fashioned when he speaks, his soft voice and gentle, kind eyes persuade you to listen anyway. 

• He's sweet and calm, but always ready to faithfully defend you from evil with his heavenly sword.

• Which is why it vexes him when there's one ancient evil, reeking of ozone, that he just can't seem to exorcise.

• You can't get a real name out of him- he's too spiteful and cunning to ever reveal it to you. It's either Balladeer, or Skirmisher, 散兵, or Scaramouche, which sounds the most like a name instead of a title. So Scaramouche is what you call him... for now. 

• He doesn't bother trying to tempt you into anything, and seems determined to hang around you only to be a nuisance. It deeply irritates Kazuha, which only encourages Scaramouche more. 

• Then one day he realizes that making you flustered isn't just fun, but also drives the angel up the walls. 

• Like a new favorite toy, he quickly figures out what gets the best reactions out of you, but is smart enough to know when to stop before he goes too far. He always does it when Kazuha does something particularly cute or nice to you, dragging your attention away from him.

• Even so, your guardian angel has faith that in the end, you'll do the right thing. 

• "I know you'll make the correct choice," Kazuha says to you, smiling gently. The fading light of the sun softens his features even more, making them shine like gold. 

• "I know you'll make the correct choice," Scaramouche mockingly drawls, and the air suddenly grows chilly and hums with static. His icy finger draws a line down your arm, making you flinch from the cold. "After all, I'm much better than that angel, right?"

Venti and Xiao

• You're thrown off at first by the angelic wings and snarling mask, respectively. But make no mistake- 

• No matter how cute he may be, Barbatos is a duke of hell, who delights in speaking in riddles and encourages you to laze around and procrastinate when you really shouldn't. He jokingly invites you to share a drink with him, and is only stopped by a firm "no" or Xiao appearing behind him with glowing green eyes and a warning growl. 

• And despite Xiao sighing in exasperation whenever he has to get you out of trouble, he always appears by your side to defend you wherever you're in danger- you only need speak his name. 

• It’s no secret that beneath his distant exterior, Xiao has a soft spot for you, and cares for your wellbeing even if the things humans do mystify him at times. 

• Surprisingly, the two of them get along with each other, when Barbatos isn't trying to pull you into one of his schemes ("Barbatos sounds so mean," he whined once, after being scolded by the both of you. "You should call me Venti instead!")

• Xiao had a different name, once, when he was forced to serve a false and evil god. He refuses to speak of it with you, so don't try, but sometimes, late at night, the illusions over his skin come undone, and you’re sad to see just how much damage has been done in his years of servitude. 

• You only know that one day, someone came along and freed him, giving him his new name. He refuses to talk about that person either, although it sounds like they're not with him anymore. 

• But being granted freedom didn’t remove the agony inflicted on him, and it was Venti’s song that saved him from being consumed by pain. He secretly dreams of being able to dance to that music again, unburdened by his debts. And although he may never admit it, being with you gives him the same lightness in his heart.

• Venti doesn't care about trying to get the upper hand on Xiao or anything. He believes that humans should always have the freedom to choose without outside influence, anyway.  

• But sometimes, just to mess with him, he transforms into what must be his real form: a tiny, fairy-like creature dressed in white. He floats around you like a ball of dandelion fluff in a spring breeze, and cutely nuzzles your cheek to make you laugh. 

• Then he throws Xiao a smug look when you're not looking, and the guardian's shaky grip on his polearm nearly makes it crack. 

[iseulsoda]

Introduction

Hello everyone ♡ Thank you for visiting my blog!

It is dangerous to enter stranger houses, so I'll present myself

• she/her

• xviii

• future prison psychologist

• fluent in english and spanish

• gemini | enfp

• I name my plants, cry at paintings and ads and messily annotate books with a pencil

• I'm studying Swedish

• dissident catholic

• I have many almost abandoned hobbies of which my passion comes and goes, some are drawing, reading, gaming, anime and playing the guitar

•My favorite drinks are water and tea, which is basically spicy water

• I would drink everything in wine glasses

• I killed a cactus once

• My room smells like incense, cloves and cardamom, and green apple

• I have not read or finished half of the books in my bookshelf

• I'm procrastinating right now

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The grapes of wrath — John Steinbeck

Serena — Ron Rash

82년생 김지영 — 조남주 (for whenever I'm fluent at Korean, I hope)

Kafka on the shore — Haruki Murakami

Norwegian Wood — Haruki Murakami

No longer human — Osamu Dazai

The yellow wallpaper — Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Love is a dog from hell — Charles Bukowski

Battle Royal — Kosum Takami

I am the messenger — Markus Zusak

Pictures I have saved on a Pinterest board called "my"

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[beauty-and-passion]

Losing My Motivation: creating logically

Hello dears and welcome to the first name reveal of the show.

From now, things will start to change. These characters, who were just figures for funny sketches, will now become something more.

Using a nameless figure is one thing. You are not so fond of it and why should you be? It's just a figure. It's a bit like thinking of a new story and starting to imagine your character. Or drawing a random person. They are just a human-shaped thing, a plot device. You have no affection for it.

But as soon as this human-shaped thing gets a name, you start to care. This is not just a plot device anymore: this is something important. This is something you made.

I am sure this is what happened to Mr. Sanders too. Once he gave a name to his characters, they became something more. And so, even the setting in which they were used became something more than just "funny sketches".

I think this is the moment when Thomas and Joan started to think about a real, continuative plot. Maybe they still didn't have in mind everything that would've happened, nor that they would've added more Sides... but I am sure they started to think about it.

But let's not get too ahead of ourselves: let's focus on this episode first. There is not too much, but what we have is quite important.

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Over Perfectionism

Let's recap the episode: Thomas didn't prepare anything for the new video, because he didn't feel motivated enough. So his Logic decided to question why this is happening and find the culprit. Of course it's the Side who likes detective stories to do a little investigation.

The first suspect is Anxiety but, aside from being his usual self and openly admitting he is the one who makes Thomas avoid everything (as we saw in FWSA), he's not the real culprit here.

And so, we moved to Creativity. And, for the first time, we mention one of his big issues: perfectionism.

[Thomas]: I mean, basic ideas are one thing, but a good idea is what I struggle with. [Princey]: Well, if it’s not a perfect idea, it’s not good enough. You don’t want to put out anything but your best.

We will see the consequences of this way of thinking in a couple of episodes, but I am sure you can already imagine how heavy this way of thinking is on Roman.

Unlike Remus, who just creates whatever he wants and is happy like that, Roman wants to make the best thing ever, every time. If it's not a perfect idea, it's not even worthy of attention.

This is a common problem every artist faces, especially the young ones. I know, I still face it from time to time. We feel we cannot create something ordinary and boring, we should do the best thing EVER, no matter how long we have to wait for the right idea. And that leads to not creating at all, because we keep waiting for that miraculous, perfect idea to fall upon us.

Roman will realize it in a couple of episodes: for now, he says "ah yes, I shouldn't be so picky" - but he will quickly forget what he learned and come back being pickier than ever. Very human, very understandable (you can't pretend to change right after realizing what you did wrong) and the perfect excuse for another episode centered around the issue.

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"The whole vision of the creating process"

[Morality]: It’s just that when I think about "making a video", it’s just this weird, mushy vision. [Thomas]: Well that’s not... good. [Morality]: It’s almost like the whole vision isn’t there to begin with. [Logic]: Well, yes, we established that in order to have a vision for a video, we need to encourage creativity to come up with a basic idea. [Morality]: NO, I mean the whole vision of the creating process! [Logic]: What? [Morality]: This whole time, we’ve been trying to get at the root of what causes procrastination. I think this could all be really helped by... [Thomas]: ...making a plan to AVOID procrastination.

Have you ever stopped thinking that the episode in which we learned Logic's name isn't about something strictly logical?

When we learned Creativity's name, we were talking about the creative process. When we learned Morality's name, we had a very important episode about Thomas' birthday, growing up and how important Morality is. When we learned Anxiety's name, we learned a lot about him, his roles and how he's actually a good boy.

Same goes for Deceit and Dark Creativity: we learned Deceit's name, after he clearly proved he's more than an evil, deceitful snake. And we found out Remus' name in the same episode in which we learned the importance of this kind of dark creativity.

But when we learned about Logic's name, the episode wasn't about studying or the importance of math or Thomas' career as chemical engineer or anything else strictly logic-related.

We learned his name in an episode in which we explore the importance of logic in the creative process.

Think about the structure of the episode. What did Logan do, when Thomas couldn't find the root of his problem? He did an investigation. And he didn't do it with formulas and math, but by playing the role of a detective and putting on a little show. In other words, he created an art form.

I find it immensely important that the same Side who will blame Thomas for wasting years of chemical engineering and pretends to not like art so much is also the same Side who used art to solve a problem. Once again, it reminds me of his playlist and especially the song Art Is Dead: on a superficial level, the song was mocking the artist. On a deeper level, the song was an ode to art.

We will see a lot of this duality in Logic. He hates art and yet, he uses it. He pretends to be logical all the time, but he actually uses creative mediums. He doesn't want to be an artist and yet, he is and he will always be a fundamental piece of the creative process.

Which piece? The foundation. The one who creates something stable, from which Creativity can bloom. The one responsible to build the "whole vision of the creating process", as Morality said.

It's a fundamental job and yet, we still have not seen him and Creativity talk about it. Logic himself treats his role almost like a desk job, rather than something much freer and creative. He doesn't even acknowledge how much he should be involved in the creating process in general - not just as the foundation, but as the final tester too.

I definitely hope we will see this come up again during his arc, because it connects very well with two other issues Logic has - i.e. his neglected feelings and his inability to be listened to. And I kinda hope the importance of his role will become more evident, thanks to both Creativities, not just one of them.

In case it wasn’t clear enough, yes, I really, really want them all to cooperate.

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Morality is clever, proof #325

[Logic]: Another case closed! And it's all thanks to a brilliant deduction... from Watson. [Morality]: -back to normal getup- Who? [Logic]: -back to normal getup- Never mind...

When even Logan himself admits Morality is clever, then we can be sure he really is clever. Maybe he won’t act like a clever guy, but he truly is.

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[loulines]

I'm gonna make this purposefully long so that no one reads it.

Unless I opt out in the middle.

I no longer know what's going on on Tumblr, who's still around and who is not. I'm so out of the loop it's embarrassing.

I know my blog gradually faded out, even though I tried my hardest, real life won and took all the time I had saved for trying to draw.

Not that it matters, I know. To be honest, I don't even know why I'm writing it, since it will be just another "I my me mine" post. As if anyone ever cared about those. But maybe it'll be better if I treat it as a journal entry, one of those I used to write when I was young and still somewhat hopeful--so pretty much just me rambling into the void, where I'll be the only person who will read it again after a while and cringe hard.

Sorry for not drawing anymore. I'm still trying, but nowadays one project is taking me weeks or even months. Which is my own fault in a way, because whenever I do have the time to draw or write I usually just spend hours on procrastinating on YouTube. Watching videos of people making their dreams come true just so that I can later complain that I failed while trying to work on mine.

At least I stopped being unemployed... Which is the reason why I lost over 50 hours weekly from my life, but at least I can buy food and pay my bills.

But I never knew sacrificing drawing for that would take such a toll on me. I thought I'd manage. I didn't. Now I'm a self-diagnosed still officially "normal" person because I'm unable to seek mental health, not that it would be easy in this shit hole of a country. But when your self esteem runs off to another galaxy and your executive dysfunction decides to have the time of its life, you're stuck with your own thoughts while still being damn sure you're never gonna get help.

Also not living in America or any other wealthy country makes it all even worse. In the span of two years since I digged out this ancient blog and became active I realized no one gives a flying fuck you're from a poorer country with a completely different culture. No, you will have to act like an American or at least like a native English speaking person, and you will always be judged as one. No one cares that you don't know shit about their problems just like they don't know (and would never care to know) about yours. I mean, okay, I get it, you have to educate yourself before speaking to others and it took a while but I got there. But once the labels stick to you, they will stay attached forever. And I aim this to both the "good" and the "bad" guys out there, some of you are full of shit no matter which side you're on.

I remember when I was in a completely different fandom like 300 years ago. I had my ship, people had theirs. Holy fuck how I hated that other ship.

Not even once did it come to my mind to go and attack people who shipped it with words I've been hearing every day since 2020, and which where slapped onto my username with the strongest glue you can find.

At the end of the day I know that none of this matters as long as I know I'm none of these things, and the people I'm closest to know that too... Too bad it still matters to other people and it will make trying to achieve your dreams 1000 times harder.

Speaking of dreams, I'm probably already repeating myself, but yeah, I've seen them all crumble one by one until the only thing I could do is watch other people achieve what I could not. By now I've lost all hope on still trying to reach my goals and the fact I haven't even reached 1000 followers on Tumblr before almost all engagement and activity disappeared from my blog is a testament to that. And yes, I did care about that stuff, what a "surprise". Congratulations to those who don't, you're better than me.

I know my biggest problem is comparing myself to successful people too much. But I mean, you're always supposed to find someone you could look up to so I had my small collection of role models. I've always wanted to be like them one day and at some point I thought I was getting there but then reality slapped me hard, and here I am, writing this pathetic post to no one in particular instead of enjoying life and achieving my dreams.

After some of my friends asked me to start doing commissions I finally got the guts to do them, only to realize it's taking me too long to finish even one and while I'm currently in the middle of my second commission, I realize most people won't be ever willing to wait this long.

I was also thinking about selling stuff but I forgot I live in a shit hole and there's no point in making people pay a crazy amount of money just to ship something outside of my country. So I gave up on that as well. Not that it will be a loss to anyone but myself. There are other more talented people who have much more interesting stuff you can get. You're probably even wondering (assuming you even bothered to read the whole thing) why I feel so entitled to complain when there are tens of thousands of people like me. Yeah, I don't know either.

Usually at this point I consider deleting the entire post because I no longer know where I'm going with this. Does it really matter though? I wrote this mostly to myself because I'm not *that* naive to hope someone will read it (except from that one person who knows I know she will read it and then she will tell me again to get my shit together). So yeah, it doesn't matter if this post doesn't make fucking sense. I'm not a professional journalist or writer anyway.

I always feel weird and self-conscious about posting stuff like this because I never know if I suddenly get a surge of motivation to draw something. And if I did, it would be awkward to post it so soon as if nothing's wrong. Maybe that's why I should just shut the hell up.

If you reached the end of this post, I'm so sorry for all the time you've wasted reading this. Take care of yourself. Until next time whoever knows when.

[shmaptainwrites]

are you still accepting requests for the prompt list? if so can i ask for a soulmates au with hotch? it's fine if you aren't anymore! have a great day/night ahead and please take care & stay safe! 🥰❤️

- 🦋🌙

Of course you can ask for that if he more than happy to write it :) i really hope you enjoy and stay safe as well!

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

Warnings: a few swears

When Aaron was younger he never minded having the extra strokes of a pen or marker along his arms, whether it was an accident or a small drawing he enjoyed seeing the new small details that would pop up on his skin at random times of the day.

As he got older some of them became more artistic, doodles while in class no doubt and reminders,

history exam tomorrow DON’T PROCRASTINATE

or,

take tortellini for a walk

Aaron was pretty sure tortellini was to be eaten and not walked, but the small insights into the life of the person he was meant to be with were so special, meaningful, no matter how random they were.

But when he reached college those little notes, the drawings littering his skin became ‘unprofessional’ and didn’t match the neat and clean look a lawyer, and later on, a federal agent was supposed to have.

So he traded his t-shirts and polos for long-sleeved quarter zips and dress shirts. It was rare he let the opinion of others bother him but it became something he heard so often that he was almost ashamed of the marks on his skin, he had half the mind to write on his own arm asking whoever it was to stop.

But soon enough, the drawings and marks were pushed to the back of his mind, only a minor nuisance, he was too busy working to actively search for whoever it was and he assumed they were too as there was no attempt at communication or reaching out in any way.

On occasion, Dave would walk into the washroom of one of the precincts they were aiding in an investigation, and could see Aaron scrubbing away at his hand or a visible portion of his skin, trying to remove the drawings that were there. It was usually quite difficult.

“Again?” Dave asked, coming over to the sink where the Unit Chief was standing.

He nodded his head, stopping his aggressive scrubbing for a moment to show his friend what it was this time.

A giant mandala pattern was drawn across his palm, the design weaving through his fingers.

If he wasn’t so worried about behind hyper-professional, maybe he would have admired the art, wondering if whoever his soulmate was had done it to relax, or maybe they were bored, or stressed and needed some kind of release from the grips of their mind.

Dave pushed Aaron’s hand under the water, cleaning the soap off it and examining the design afterwards, it really wasn’t coming off.

“You know it’s not that bad, Aaron,” he said. “At least it looks good,”

“Looking good doesn’t matter, Dave,” he replied. “It’s unprofessional I can’t go around just having doodles and reminders all up my arms,”

“Just leave it, for now, you’re going to scrub your hand raw if you try any harder,”

He couldn’t disagree with that so he turned off the running water and dried his hands with some paper towel before going back out.

The team, through various points in the day, noticed the art on his hand but chose not to comment on it knowing it would most likely upset or frustrate their boss.

He didn’t really notice it at first, but the stress of it all may have caused him to add small details here and there to the design. Colouring some parts in with his blue pen while they discussed the profile, adding a line row of circles that interchanged with triangles. It just kind of happened.

And it wasn’t until he went to his hotel room and changed out of his suit and into a t-shirt and shorts that he saw the small note on the inside of his forearm.

Is everything ok?

A simple question and yet he had no idea where it had come from. Why were they asking all of a sudden, what was the big thing that had convinced them to reach out?

Instead of answering the question he grabbed a pen and responded with one of his own.

Why do you ask?

It didn’t take long for the answer he was searching for to pop up on his skin, right under his question.

You never write on your hands. For a while, I wasn’t sure if you even existed but I saw the details you added

Nothing more needed to be said, he knew where the answer was going.

I don’t write on my arms because it looks unprofessional

Then I must have caused you a lot of grief

Now that he thought of it, after college the comments stopped, he didn’t hear from anyone besides the nagging voice in his mind. So in a way, you did cause him some grief, but it was mainly his own fault.

What do you do?

Another question. He couldn’t leave it unanswered, this was after all his soulmate. Such an odd concept to think about. The fact that somewhere in the world you were waiting for him, the person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.

I work for the Department of Justice

He decided that was better than writing FBI in big bold letters on both of your arms.

Awe and they get mad at you for having doodles on your arms :( Maybe you should come to the Hill they couldn’t give less of a f*** what I do

He chuckled slightly at the asterisked swear word, the conversation now making its way up his arm.

By the end of the night, his body was littered with conversation. Any place he could write and it could be easily seen there were words, and he imagined you looked quite the same without getting so much as a name from either end.

The next day, when Aaron came into the precinct the team could see the writing, peeking through the sleeves of his suit jacket and the cuffs of his shirt, if only they knew how far it went.

And Dave noticed that for once he seemed unbothered by it. Like he had become his younger self again, sitting and waiting, staring until he saw a new addition added to the collection of writing on his body.

He wondered if you had covered up for work. Most likely, if it had been only one or two lines maybe you could have gotten away with it, but a whole sleeve of words probably merited long sleeves for once.

When he was back in D.C. the ink still hadn’t faded, and there was no more room for you to notice if he put another message on there, maybe asking for your number.

One morning before heading to work he stopped by a coffee shop close to his home, getting his usual order, but heading out in such a rush he didn’t notice the person standing behind him and running right into them, getting iced coffee spilled all over him.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!”

“It’s okay,” he assured, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

“No it’s not I’m such a klutz and you’re wearing a suit-,”

“I’ve got another dress shirt in the car, don’t worry,” he said, holding his shirt away from his undershirt so it wouldn’t also get stained and wet.

“Here let me at least help you bring this to your car,” you motioned to the bag and coffee in his other hand.

He didn’t want to argue so he passed them to you and you walked together across the street to his car, opening the trunk and grabbing his freshly packed go-bag.

You placed the food and coffee down while he undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him in a white cotton t-shirt and dress pants, a bit of an odd combination.

But something more noticeable than that was the words littered across his arms like a manuscript had been written on his skin and you couldn’t help but notice both sets of handwriting looked very familiar.

The blocking capital letters, neat on the right hand but messy on the left (leading you to believe he was left-handed) and that unmistakable swirl of the y with the double-crossing of t’s, the other set was unmistakably yours.

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

“Huh?”

Obviously, he hadn’t caught on because he didn’t have the knowledge that under the sleeves of your turtle neck you looked quite the same.

“You’re him,” you said simply. Pushing your sleeves up you showed him the matching handwriting on your arms along with the mandala on your palm.

He looked from your arms to your hand to your face, the surprise unmistakable.

“(Y/N),” you introduced quickly, offering him a hand to shake. “I never told you my name, I-I just realized that,”

“Aaron,” he responded and accepting your hand. “I was going to ask you for your number the other night so we didn’t have to look like this all the time,” he explained. “but I wasn’t sure you would notice it on your ankle,”

“You make a good point,” you chuckled. “W-Wow, I don’t even know what to say,”

Neither did Aaron, he was at a loss for words.

“Look I’m guessing you probably have to head to work and if I don’t show up in my office in about ten minutes I can guarantee you I will have to buy everyone lunch again,” you said, taking the lead. “So here’s my card and um, call me,”

“I will,” he nodded.

“Did they give you any trouble for this?” you asked quickly before leaving, pointing to his arms.

“No,” he shook his head. “Keep doodling, unprofessional or not,” he shrugged. You knew what he meant, it didn’t matter and he wanted that to continue now that he allowed himself to enjoy it.

“I’ll see you later Aaron,”

“Yeah,” he smiled, looking down at the card with a small drawing of a giraffe in the corner. “See you later,”

[waitinguntilnovember]

how to feel academic (many learning.)

JOURNALLLLLL

Literally. Journal EVERYTHING and anything that makes you happy, makes you sad, people you've passed on the street, a phrase you thought of that you like, poems, book reviews, movie reviews, quotes, drawings or art, just anything.

Own classic books, and reread them until you fluently understand it thoroughly. (i think 1400s-1800s is a good period) It's a good challenge to expand your vocabulary and thinking!

Mark up your books. (again, YOUR books, please do not damage a library book!!!) Add notes, mark pages, underline paragraphs, express what makes you happy, and if you're a writer then you can definitely add examples of good writing. It's YOUR book, therefore you can do whatever you want to do with it.

only. buy. books. you. will. read. more. than. once.

Be like me, buy a flip phone and get rid of your old one. Get a laptop to do your work on. Bada bing bada boom, I'm now disconnected from reality :D Kidding, just ignore social media that can give you false information.

Own a personal blog, or if you're not advanced, start a small tumblr blog. Like me. with my 3 followers :)) If you have the talent to help others, and teach others about what you learn, then DO IT! I mean, it's what I'm doing. I spend about 30 minutes on these posts brainstorming and writing, then editing, re-writing, just because I think what I write will help someone. (Also because I'm procrastinating writing my actual book and need a distraction)

Do every school assignment to your fullest ability. No half hearted essays, no barely finished algebra assignments, everything is done like this is the one project that depends on your grade for the entire semester.

Extra-credit will eventually add up someday, it will help in the long run. It's only 30 minutes of your free-time, just do it!

Small book shops >>> Libraries to get books, I LIVE by that rule. Only ever go to a library for homework.

Wear what you want, do what you want, who cares. Academic people are in it for the learning, not what they wake up like. You are beautiful, on both inside and out, and remember that!

And that is how I be as academic as I possibly can, because I'm a nerd who likes cats and books too much. Anyways, all academic people are different! Obviously if you aren't in to libraries and prefer reading in solitude, ignore bullet-point 10. If you aren't in school anymore... well, this list is kind of useless to you, but hey, do whatever you want :) Have a good day everybody!

[machidielontheway]

“Ryou offered a hand to help Matt up, then half dragged him out the door.” 

From For All The World, ch.4, by @bosstoaster

[ID : a black lineart drawing of two characters from the tv show Voltron Legendary Defenders. A grinning Ryou Shirogane with white hair is running towards the left of the picture. With his prosthetic right arm behind him he is gripping and dragging in the air Matt Holt, whose limbs are in disarray. Matt looks both surprised and annoyed. The background is a light purple gradient and ground shadows of the characters. /End ID]

Ramblings under the cut !

Sooo this drawing is born of : 1) instant imagery reading the quote, which made me very merry. Is being half dragged different than pulled through the air ? yes, but it’s funny so who cares

2) i have so, so much ideas of things i want to draw, and neither the energy nor the drive. But i’d like them to exist, especially as the voltron fandom will not exist forever. Because one of my hang ups that saps my energy before i draw is “Things Take Too Long” i thought that maybe i could try make things not be long, if i made it easier. a. in terms of planning / roughs i definitively found the way it works best for me as of now, and it makes the whole process easier and more interesting (less grueling) b. chibis ! over simplified forms ! their arms should have been like, floppy rectangles. the idea was to let go of perfection and by this i mean accurate anatomy (yes i know to draw good chibis you actually need to be good at anatomy. jokes on you i don’t do either)

Ryou... DID begin as more simplified than i would do. his face took me a whopping 2mn. but you can see as i finished drawing him that already i wasn’t doing it really well (altho his legs have been lengthened only at the very end when Matt looked taller than him. rip)

I’m very into Matt right now and couldn’t not try to make him pretty. His hair took me an hour and many, many ctrl+Z. But the good thing is at this point i didn’t care anymore about whatever and just drew. Rough shape was done, Ryou (i’m so sorry bby i keep writing Shiro) was done quick so it gave me a bit of satisfaction and i actually liked drawing the whole Matt i think. ALSO LOOK I DREW ALL THE FEET AND 3/4 HANDS.

tl:dr : - is the anatomy fucked up ? YES ! - is the style inconsistent ? YES ! - did i manage to stop myself to beautify ryou after matt was done, in the name of finishing something ? YES !

did it : - remind me that actually if i go at it with a mindset of ‘it’s ok if it sucks anatomically’ i spend less time overthinking it for basically the same results ? YES ! - gave me more motivation for future drawing knowing i can put stuff out there without months of procrastinating ? YES ! - enable me to draw a piece in one (1) week, and be reasonably happy about it ? YEAH !!

no ryou does not have eyebrows shhhh

[bytedykes]

COMPLETELY FORGOT TO DO THIS OMG, tagged by @bi-demon-ium HI GREBO!!! HI HI HI

rules: tag game! tag people and have them tell you your top ten favorite characters of all time (doesn’t have to be in order).

i loooove rambling i will ramble about each of these btw ❤ i am my own enabler (and procrastinating hw rn ahahaha...ha...h)

Will Byers (stranger things) - i LOVE will SO MUCH!!!! i love him soo so much he is my sweet can of peach preserves i want to swing him around like a ferret literally obsessed with him rn. everything about him makes me want to scream and cry and throw up every day im so thankful will exists nobody gets him like me. honorable mentions el who is practically one unit with will so i can legally put her on the same bullet point, and also all the other st characters who im also obsessed with who are not getting their own bulletpoints but i still want to acknowledge them bc i love them.... soo much.......

MAGNUS BANE (shadowhunters tv) - *long drawn out scream* tbh hes probably the first character i was like, really and truly obsessed with, like honestly magnus bane kicked off an Era for me regarding my derangement and how i participate in fandom. magnus bane was the catalyst of a whole gender awakening for me. magnus bane is my everything. i love him and his husband. yeag

Phoenix Wright (ace attorney) - OBSESSED WITH HIS PATHETIC BISEXUAL SWAG no further commentary needed. honorable ace attorney mentions go to maya fey and klavier even tho i have not gotten to him in game yet. i know imgonna love him when i do go back to playing aa4 so he counts

Bart Curlish (dirk gentlys holistic detective agency tv 2016) - THE MOST WOMAN EVER!!!!!!!! the peak of grimy murder women. they peaked with her here. we need more women like bart

Farah Black (dirk gentlys) - OUGH couldnt resist putting farah in here too bc shes also SUCH a woman i love everything about her she is perfect. honorable dghda mentions goes to tina and amanda and dirk and every other character in this show. shakes them up and down puts them all into the pear wiggler even

Diego Hargreeves (umbrella academy) - i love insane men with sharp objects and insane morals

Constance Contraire (the mysterious benedict society tv) - i love insane little girls who have plotted murders canonically on screen and have insane familial relationships

Ben Hargreeves (umbrella academy) - wait ok sorry to double dip again but i cant believe i forgot how obsessed with ben i was?? i spent literally 3 years blogging about him and drawing almost exclusively him?? i even created a crackship with him to torment my best friends with??? ben i am so sorry. how could i have forgotten. i love ghosts who are younger brothers who are big bitches

lowkey cannot even think of anyone else lmao. im gonna say Megamind from the movie Megamind bc i love that movie and i love him. me when autistic blue men from space <3

i genuinely cannot think of anyone else i only rlly started having Favorite Characters around age 10-11 but all of the guys i liked from then i dont care much about anymore so i wouldnt say theyre All Time Favorites. and since then i have been majorly into only like 5-6 pieces of media where i had True Blorbos, Personality Shaping Characters, so like. that might be it? im probably just blanking im sure ill think of a few more characters i love after i hit post on this but ehhhh whatever live laugh love <3

edit: TOOTHLESS HOWTOTRAINYOURDRAGON. HOW COULD I FORGET YOU

okkkk thats it i guess !! i love being so so normal about fictional character just me and my blorbos having a normal sane time

no pressure to do this but tagging @tmoblrina @toadstoolillustrations @urlocallesbiab @jonathansbowlcut annnnd my wifi just went out! so no one else <3 peace on earth

[cheesysaggychick]

Beyond the Facade

(A character sketch)

He was always late, even so, always absent in class. He was always scolded by his teachers and even got lower grades than before for not submitting his school-works on time. These are some of his habits that I have noticed for a period of time. Something was definitely up, yet nobody dared to ask, or should I say, nobody cared to ask. I know something is hiding beyond that façade and I am going to look for it.

When I first met Kurt, I stereotyped him as the heteronormative boastful guy who does nothing but bully the people around him. Don’t blame me, I’ve been surrounded by those kinds of boys my entire life, and I DID not have the best experience. When we were getting to know each other, one of the main topics was our birthdays. When he brought up his birthday saying “ka-birthday ni lord”, I immediately thought, oh crap, he’s a Capricorn. 

I don’t like Capricorns. I mean, I have Capricorn friends, but like kimchi, they are an acquired taste. Anyway, there was a long debate with our fellow classmates about whether he really is a Capricorn, until he said his birthday was December 21st. It was a day before the “cutoff”.  Funnily enough, he is a Sagittarius like Alec and me. Although we do joke sometimes about how he is not welcome because he’s too quiet to be a Sag, which he is, the same as me.

Surprisingly, Kurt was one of the main people who truly understood me. Now that I can talk to him every day, being sat next to him in class, I get to know him better. 

I remember venting about my problems in life to him, and he just said “Inggit lang sayo yung mga yon”, like a brother I never had.

Of course, my insecure self did not believe him, and he knows that. 

“Gusto mo ng aso?” he asked. Me being an ingrained cat mom, I declined, until he showed me this cookie and a cream-colored puppy which he said was named Oreo. Oreo??? Coincidentally, that is the name of my dog that died a few years ago that made me not want to have a dog anymore ever.

Apparently, he likes dogs more than cats and I do not. He is great at procrastinating, I am in fact not. He draws and has neat handwriting. First of all, I have no artistic sense, as well as I am not proud of my handwriting. As my old teachers would describe it, “parang kinalaykay ng manok”. Although we both share an interest in sports, he likes playing mobile games more, specifically with Alec and Beau during our break times. You would just hear them cussing each other suddenly, but it was just the game.

But like me, he is also not afraid to say what is in his mind. He values his opinion and never cuts himself short. Proud saggy mama here. Lol anyway… He comes from a healthy, or as he described it, a so-so family, with no issues of any kind. Okay, first of all, that’s a biggie for me since I don’t and have never had that. Second of all, he is the middle child of three brothers. 

Beyond all that I have seen, heard, and witnessed, I know lies something even deeper than mining. It will require effort, and patience, to even scratch the surface of this sturdiest wall he had built over the years. All was a mask, a mask too real to be noticed. 

He is an old man living in a 17-year-old’s body. There are some things he knows that will just make your jaw drop open, we are lowkey open to each other like that. Now before you say anything, he is a friend. He is one of those types who choose to observe instead of speaking up about what he thinks. 

During recitations, he will murmur the correct answer with his head bowed down, probably sleepy from all the work he’s done the night before. 

“Nasa Batangas lang ako kaninang madaling araw eh. Ta’s mamaya pampanga naman.” he proudly says. “Tara na pampanga tayo”

He is grinding in life. He would always be in different cities delivering his products to other people and helping with the family business, yet he still wants to be a psychologist. Isn’t that nice?

Honestly, I don't really like men, like in their nature. But I think he is one of those who gets a free pass. 

He actually has plans for his future. That should not be a shocker to me but it is. I have met too many boys and interacted with too many men in my life who are mostly good for nothing, hence me expecting the lowest of the worst.

“Gusto ko na lang matapos tong senior high na to para makapagtrabaho nako ng walang sagabal. Gusto ko nalang mag business”

I mean, I am not one to judge but not everyone is academically inclined and likes studying, and you cannot blame people who have not. 

Money makes the world run and that is reality. Wanting money is human nature, and until you are earning it not at the expense of other people, it’s fine. And that is exactly what he is doing. 

One last thing we have in common, which I can say is the most significant of all is our apathy about death. 

“I do not think about my death too much. Pero pag dating ng time na I’m on my deathbed, alam kong wala na akong regrets non. And that is because whatever life I experience, I believe that I will live that life happily." He is decisive. He does not overthink or over-analyze things. He does things because he truly wants to do them. 

When we were shooting for our fashion article, the camera-shy me kept asking “Paano ba kasi [pu-mose]?”

“ Wag mong tanungin kung paano, gawin mo lang.” he answered in annoyance bearing a cheeky smile.

I learned to stop caring TOO much because apparently, apathy lessens the injury. 

Over-caring leads to over-compensation, which eventually leads to disappointment.

He just couldn’t care less and is living life therefore I feel like this essay nicked just the thick tip of the ice, and I am days, months, probably years to even make a dent in that seemingly dangerous yet indifferent facade because behind it is a thousand stories that are worth listening to and learning about yet nobody dared, or cared, to ask him about them.