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[del-uxie]

claire, a silent strider NPC from our VTM game! shes in college for journalism and is a hobbyist photographer :) also shes australian

[orbitariums]

I have a request: Peter Parker finding out his gf (y/n) is an avenger? Maybe he doesn't realize until a certain fight? Thank you, and I hope you are having a great day! - first ask anon (I guess I'll just call myself that 🤣🤣)

hi !! yes welcome back first ask anon and thank you so much for this request i’ve had the loveliest time writing it (s/o to my friend emily for helping me w/ some details bc i’m still new to marvel). hope you enjoy!! heads up this is like super long for a tumblr one shot *at least i think so*, if you guys request me stuff be prepared for it to be longgg!

disclaimer: fighting scenes are not my strength, especially for a marvel character!!! hope the plot makes up for it. also i pretty much just made up a villain and a fight. + switches between she/you when peter is first seeing the reader. ++ inspired by teen titans and kill la kill! contains: slight language + violence of course. hope u love it!

                             violet blast and spiderman (pt. i)

     Spiderman was good. This guy was better.

     Terrified bystanders and entrapped citizens watched in the crowded street as Peter tried desperately to simultaneously protect the woman he’d saved and fight off the bad guy. But doing both at once was wearing him out and his mind couldn’t help but keep going back to the fact that he had made no progress with his math project back at home because he kept delaying it to adhere to the role of friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Plus he had a date with you later that weekend that he was stressing about because he wanted everything to go perfectly. But he kept up, and kept up with his banter all the while, just barely dodging the bad guy’s grotesque metal fist as he rolled underneath him and tried to shoot a web at him from behind and flip him over.

     “You know, you really should invest all this energy into being less of an asshole!” Peter yelled out, rolling to his side to avoid being smashed again.

     This guy was like the Hulk, except he had the robotic, armored qualities of Iron Man, if Iron Man looked like a giant made out of concrete with glaring red eyes and a deformed metal hand that was not doing Peter any favors.

     “Concrete Man!” the beast roared, swiveling around to face Peter who looked like an ant from where he was standing.

     “Really, Concrete Man, that’s your name? Yeah, Iron Man called, he wants his trademark ba-” Peter’s voice got carried away as he found himself getting swooped up by “Concrete Man”, his body slowly getting crushed in his metallic grasp.

     Peter’s breath became shallow as he tried to escape, looking down at the people below him who were now crowding closer, screaming in terror. He tried to find the woman in the crowd, at least to tell her to run away to safety now that Concrete Man was distracted, but he only caught a glimpse of her, and she was staring up in transfixed terror as well.

     “Shit!” Peter exclaimed, growing panicky.

     He tried to outstretch his arms in the hopes to web this guy’s face and get it in his eyes so he’d at least let go of Peter, but to no avail. Peter let out a panicked gasp but calmed down when he realized he could still stretch out his feet against Concrete Man’s body, and so he pressed his feet against his bulky build and pushed off, extending his arms over Concrete Man’s hand so he could flip off.

     He knew that when he did he’d be awaiting a hard pummel to the ground, but he did so anyway, flying through the air momentarily before finding his landing midair and sticking it. He tried to maintain his heavy breaths as he continued to fight against Concrete Man, sticking out his hand in the attempts to catch his legs in a spiral and make him fall to the ground, and then go off from there. 

     But before the web could even shoot, he was shoved aside by another figure, a girl about the same height as him, a little taller even.

     “Move Peter,” you said hostilely, shoving him aside and standing your ground in front of him.

     Peter had to do a double take to make sure he was seeing correctly, and to make sure he had heard correctly as well. Whoever this was had said his name, so that meant she knew who he was somehow. But he had never seen her before in his life, so who could it be? His heart was racing with fear, and anxiety, and his head was pounding with fear, add in the way he was still practically hyperventilating from escaping Concrete-Man’s strong hold and the adrenaline rush.

     The girl had an interesting uniform (a mix of Starfire, Raven and Senketsu)- a navy blue crop top with mid-length sleeves, and a purple stem miniskirt held up by black suspenders, along with thigh high violet boots, and her whole uniform had all types of gadgets and buttons all over it. She also had on a dark blue cloak with a hood that masked her face so he couldn’t see her, but he was still in awe. In other words, she was kind of hot- if extremely powerful- and Peter couldn’t help but notice that.

     But he snapped out of it when he realized what was actually happening, and when he saw that you had propelled yourself up into the air to fight this guy off yourself. He wanted to complain that this was his fight, even though he was losing terribly, but couldn’t when he saw that you had blasted this villain guy in the face with blinding blasts of ultraviolet radiation. The concrete on his face crumbled slightly and he roared in anger, swooping his hand to try and grab you up, while you were floating in the air.

     He roared again when he missed as you dodged his clenching fist with ease, lurching forward and sending passerby into a panic as the ground shook beneath them.

     “Foolish girl! You dare to challenge me, your worst nightmare?”

     “Not much of a challenge,” you retorted, and Peter laughed, then shut himself up when he realized he should probably be doing something, but he didn’t know what.

     “You look like a schoolgirl in that redundant uniform!” yelled out Concrete Man out of spite. “Get back to class!”

You paused midair, just sort of bouncing in the air, but now your eyes were glowing green and you felt energy activating inside of you that you knew would be deadly for Concrete Man, and extremely riling for you.

     “Aw,” you crossed your arms, your voice eerily monotonous. “You made me angry. Good luck in advance.”

     Concrete Man started to laugh, but before he could even get out a good bellow, you darted forward, feet first, and rammed yourself into his face, nailing him so hard he practically stumbled, your superhuman strength and berserker state granting you immunity to the aftermath of the blow and even greater strength. 

     The people below gasped and stumbled back, and some people started to run. Meanwhile, you were launching great green blasts of energy from out of the palm of your hands and into the villain’s face, blinding him and making him even more vulnerable as he groaned in pain at the heat of the power surges you were sending out.

Peter just looked up, his voice shaky because he was intimidated by you now, and choked out,

     “U-um, d-do you need any help? Sh… should I be doing anything right now? I’m really confused, woah-”

     “No! Shut up and get that woman to safety!” you yelled, only because you were angry and he was distracting you.

     He did exactly that and ran over to the lady who Concrete Man had been attacking previously to get her to safety, and practically managing the crowds of people running by and trying to escape. You, on the other hand, were this much closer to defeating Concrete Man. 

     With blast after blast you had practically rendered him powerless, and he was staggering back, about to fall hard onto the ground. As Peter watched, he realized your maneuvers and techniques - the way you were hot headed and fast on your feet, just hitting him with move after move - reminded him an awful lot of someone… someone he was incredibly close to, but in his haze he couldn’t think of who.

     “EVERYBODY MOVE BACK!” you yelled out to the few people who were standing underneath where Concrete Man was going to fall.

     Everyone ran and when he finally fell, tumbling and crashing to the hard ground, you zoomed down, your eyes still gleaming a flashing green, and hovered above his disintegrating face, mocking him,

     “Who the fuck is a little schoolgirl now!”

     He bellowed and tried to get back up, but you were already harnessing your energy between your two hands, pressing the right wrist over the left wrist in a clamping maneuver and muttering,

     “Get back to class,” before blasting an explosion of radiation at him that made him cry out in agony as he melted into the ground, just a puddle of wet cement like he had been before.

     The people that remained cheered raucously and you came back down to the ground, a few feet ahead of Peter who had watched the whole thing go down in awe. You couldn’t help but smile, back to your normal state after releasing all of that energy, and bow just for even more effect.

     You swerved around to face Peter now, remembering the mistake you had made in calling him by his name. You had meant to tell him sooner or later, but in your anger at seeing him get so mishandled by this wannabe Ironman you had slipped up and soon the cat would be out of the bag. You knew your boyfriend could be a bit of a ditz sometimes, despite his pure genius, so you figured he hadn’t yet put two and two together.

     “Who are you?” Peter was first to talk, his face a mix of horror and confusion.

You breathed out loudly, catching your breath,

     “Follow me.”

     Reluctantly, he did, and you led him to a quiet alley where no one else was, and this just so happened to be the alley where he left his backpack and changed into his Spiderman uniform everyday. Something was definitely up.

     You looked around to make sure the coast was clear, and when you had decided it was safe, you got awfully quiet and looked him in the eyes, though he still couldn’t decipher the face because you were masked.

     “Peter, it’s me,” you said solemnly, your face and voice hopeful that you wouldn’t be angry.

     It was like a lightbulb, no, a fuse, lit up and exploded over his head. He almost took a step back, he was so shocked, and everything started to come together. He started getting eight by ten glossies of his life, but just the moments he shared it with you, and all the weird things about you he had brushed off. 

     Like for example, your insane flexibility despite you proving to him multiple times you hadn’t set foot in a gymnasium for gymnastics since you were a kid, your excuses for leaving suddenly out of nowhere, your off days where you seemed to be supernatural when angry. It all made sense now.

     “YN?” his already high voice cracked as he squeaked out your name, and you smiled apprehensively, hoping he wasn’t mad.

     “Um… hi?”

     “I don’t believe it. I do, but… wh- how does this even happen… you knew I was Spiderman all this time? And- and you, who… who even are you! If you’re a villain we have to break up… you’re not a villain are you? Please don’t be, I love you. I-I mean, that’s a strong word, could be scary, but you’re scary so I don’t want to get you upset by saying that if you’re not ready. Are you ready? Am I talking too fast, I feel like I’m talking really fast. Okay, woah, I’m a little light-headed, I’m gonna sit down.”

     He sat up against the wall and you chuckled, standing in front of him- the boots really added height and you practically towered over him- on top of that he was sitting down. You thought it was cute that he found you scary, hell, you thought he was cute - he on the other hand was intimidated by your even further enhanced beauty (because you were already beautiful to him but now even more so) and power. He was also trying very hard to look anywhere but at you, or at least at your face, because he had never noticed how absolutely ripped you were, more than him maybe.

     “Peter, calm down.” You removed your mask and cloak and he cleared his throat a bit too loudly, now that he could see your face. Then he started to choke and you made a disgruntled face as you glared down at him.

     “Sorry,” he held his hand out to excuse himself but continued coughing.

     “Look, I can’t tell you anything if you’re gonna be freaking out the entire time.”

          “Okay… okay, just… explain.”

     And you did- you explained how you were the most recent Avenger and how Natasha Romanoff had taken you under her wing for training, and how you had even visited other realms like Azarath and Tamaran to receive training from the former Teen Titans. You told him how this was really very recent and how you were going to tell him at some point, you just had to find the right time. He was planning on telling you too, at some point, since your relationship was getting quite serious.

     You explained that you hadn’t meant to call him Peter, but that you were just distracted and annoyed, and already angry, since Peter was getting hurt and you felt like you hadn’t gotten there soon enough to help out. And you explained how you wanted nothing more than for the two of you to remain the way you were relationship wise, and not to let this new knowledge about you or each other betray what you had. 

     But you emphasized that sometimes your job was more important than him and he totally understood that - you were the kind of headstrong girl who, even if hot-headed, had a good head on her shoulders and a strong belief in yourself. You wouldn’t let anyone, even Peter, your first love, come between that.

     “Wow…” Peter said, following your lengthy conversation. “So you’ve been an Avenger all this time?”

     “Like I said, I only gained Avenger status recently. Before that I was kind of like you… just more, y’know, lowkey I guess, since you didn’t know who I was… or who Violet Blast (your superhero name) was until now.”

     “Yeah… no kidding,” Peter panted. “You look really nice in your uniform by the way.”

You side-eyed him but winked playfully, 

     “You too if I were into the whole tights thing.”

     He made a face, irritated but satisfied- you were the same old smart mouthed you, even as an Avenger. You were sitting next to each other, still in the alley, and you hopped onto your feet again, pulling Peter up from the ground too. He winced at how hard you had grasped his hand- superhuman strength things- and couldn’t hide it before you noticed. You giggled,

     “Oops.”

     “Ha,” he laughed limply, because he was still a bit afraid of you.

     “Ok. I left my bag somewhere here…” you trailed off, starting to swivel around to try and find it.

Peter spotted it and dashed a web out towards it, pulling it towards you,

     “Got it!”

     You smiled and picked it up,

     “Aww. My boyfriend’s a little spiderbaby.”

     “Er- I’m a spiderman,” Peter corrected, folding his arms.

     “Yeah?” you teased him, rolling your eyes. You started to change back into your regular clothes, but Peter made a noise and asked,

     “Whaaat ya doin’?”

You made a face, bringing your brows together,

     “Changing…?”

He cleared his throat, feeling quite awkward now since it was very obvious, but his mind had gone somewhere it shouldn’t have, in his dazed mix,

     “We… yeah, I knew that. Just- you weren’t gonna give me a warning?”

You raised your brow even higher,

     “Peter, I’m your girlfriend.”

He squeaked out and started to complain,

     “Look, I’m really overwhelmed right now, with all this new information, so could you ju-”

     “Fine, turn around,” you griped, but you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

When you were done you waited for him to change too, but he just stared at you.

     “You want me to turn around,” you said, more of a statement than a question, and he nodded shyly.

When the two of you were finally in your regular clothes, though you were by no means regular at all, you carried on out of the alleyway as if you were. When you got out on the other side, you laced your hand through his, careful not to squeeze too hard,

     “And by the way, I do love you… too.”

Although this brought a boyish smile to his face and made him laugh joyously in that cute way of his, he was still a little confused,

     “What?”

You let go of his hand slightly, hoping he hadn’t just been rambling inattentively when he said that to you earlier, and already fearing losing him,

     “Just… you said, back there, when we… I don’t know, I thought you said you loved me. Back there.”

Your voice got low and your head hung and your insecurity was showing. But Peter’s face remained lit up, as he squeezed your hand to reassure you, bringing your hands back closer together,

     “Oh I know! I just wanted to make sure I was hearing you properly YN.”

You rolled your eyes and glanced over at him, basking in this moment- it didn’t seem real, but it was. The two of you, literal superheroes, together in what seemed to be life’s most fun and magical twist yet, not just the fact that you even had these abilities. And you were just two teenagers walking along the streets of Queens. And you shared your first I love yous. You couldn’t help but laugh and smile.

     “Sure, Spidey,” you smirked.

ahh ok i hope you and everyone else who read that liked it!! should i make a part two where they’re just figuring out how to act normally in school + when they’re around each other and stuff, and maybe more of them fighting together!! lmk <3 thanks so much for requesting first ask anon <3

[mysewingadventures]

Okay, so I figured out why my tumblr wasn’t showing up for anybody, and it said I had to first make a few posts before it would show up, so I decided to leave the good stuff for when people can actually see it haha. For now, let me share a little bit about my trip to a historical fashion museum back in September of last year. Oh yes, the day I fell in love with the Edwardian era. I saw this dress in particular, and it took my breath away. The details! How much actual talent went into making this piece. 

It’s a 1905 walking/afternoon dress if I remember correctly, and it was made by Madeleine Chéruit in Paris. That pigeon breast silhouette - beautiful. Those sleeves? Damn. It’s the one thing that I almost desperately want to recreate but I don’t have the skills (yet?). One day I might attempt it. Fingers crossed! 🤞🏼

Another gown that deeply fascinated me was the 1830s one. For one, because I am generally really fascinated by change and extravagance. Now, the 1830s were a follow-up to the Jane-Austen-Regency era, and people were sick of being rather plain (even though the regency period wasn’t just plain white dresses, contrary to popular belief!). Either way, women wanted poofy dresses back, and they got them. 

I would dare to say that this is a rather plain specimen for that era (the sleeves could get HUGE) but still gorgeous. It must be an early 1830s piece as the sleeves tended to be poofier towards the bottom approaching the end of the decade. It would have been worn on top of several layers of petticoats, some of which were stiffened with horse hair to get this stiff-looking shape. I attempted a dress inspired by the 1830s and 1850s to wear for Christmas last year, using no pattern and eyeballing it but surprisingly, it fits? But I made it in a rush so I would finish it on time, so I didn’t fell the seams on the inside and it looks pretty rough to say the least. On the outside, however, it’s totally fine. I’ll talk about making this dress in a seperate post, so I won’t spoil with any pictures for now.

Anyways, speaking of extravagant eras, here’s the most out there, in-your-face kinda dress. A Robe à la Françasise from the 1740s. 

(that pic is sort of really bad quality and I apologize but it was pretty far in the back in a glass case with around 20 other dresses and I had to zoom in a lot) I wouldn’t say that I particularly like these types of dresses, as in I wouldn’t choose to make one myself, but I am very intrigued by the sheer width of that thing. I know from my own experience with 18th century garments that panniers were actually very easy to squish together, so moving around maybe wouldn’t have been as big of a problem as some might think nowadays, but I can’t imagine it being as comfortable or practical as a regular sized gown of that time. But obviously, it wasn’t about comfort or practicality, but simply about rich people wanting to show off. The more fabric you “wasted” on a dress, the wealthier you were. It’s that simple. 🤷🏻‍��️

[dailyjeons]

BTS account 13/10/18

didn’t do merch cause i did that in london, didnt go for studio cause that was probably not feasible with how our lines were going (at least i was too scared to do it).. sucks cause i didnt get allowed into the london booth while in the amsterdam booth everyone was queue-ing up anyways and getting in lol

bolding the subjects so you can skip parts that dont interest you

pre concert stuff So I was going to the concert with a person(Julie) I met through tumblr, she responded to my message asking if people wanted to queue up in GA with me cause I was alone. She was with a group of people and they basically adopted me so that was nice!!  Julie was super kind, constantly looking out for me, for my anxiety too and just I really loved being with her, time really flew!! We prioritized looking out for eachother over seeing the boys so I was really happy bout that! We basically queued up at 7AM in the 'unofficial line' that later on became the official one! Campers were sent out, I believe, but they probably came back early still! We still had a fairly decent spot I suppose? The camping out itself wasn't too stressful but I had a lot of anxiety bout being in the pit in a crowd of people, not havin bathroom breaks and being on 2 hours of sleep gjkfg Julie tried to reassure me through all of that. there were some fans giving out some stuff in the line!! like arts and stuff and i got this from a jimin fansite, i think she was japanese? 

it was so funny basically she did rock paper scissors with fans to determine if they’d win.. i lost but she gave it to me anyways?? LOL she didnt give it to anyone else that lost LOL

gettin into pit Eventually we got in and fortunately my tickets worked!! We like rushed into the left side but the view was not bad, ok, then we tried for the right side and we got similar views? But I think overall it was just a little better! We were around the sixth/fifth row in the pit but we moved up a bit to the fifth/fourth during the concert. I had a fairly good view on the stage, and could see the boys clearly!! I still used my iphone to film cause of the amazing quality zoom it has and i have so much gooood footage ahhhh my hands are super shaky though so thats annoying but oh well, its something! they like handed out water very often thank god so i could cool off and drink durin the concert!! we had to stand for like 3 hours inside so i was getting really nervous but once the concert started it was fine!!

concert Anyways the concert itself was mindblowing? They're actually sosososo good live it's actually insane how they sing live through their choreo or while bouncing around. Tear is still my favorite performance but the crowd went a little too wild around then so i didnt enjoy it as much :( They also did the medley I prefered (w Baepsae) which made so happy cause i got to experience both medleys now jdskfhfsdf.. i do feel like the performances were better for the London date, but the interactions and the boys happiness were on a much higher level in Amsterdam, especially with jungkook flying around trying to dance!! That said I felt like the crowd fell a little bit flat.. When the Jimin/Namjoon VCR was playing everyone was screaming initially for both but after a hot minute they like only screamed for Jimin?? The silence was actually deafening so Julie and I decided to help with Namjoon's screams then, and it was so disappointing we were legitimately the only 2 people screaming for him in such a venue lol. Crowd did however go wild at Kim Seokjin's performance, and IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES. Overall I think Seokjin and Jimin had the best reactions in Amsterdam, and London both.

impressions on boys As for the boys. Gonna be honest with y'all I was so busy filming Jungkook solo all day that I didn't really notice others?? fdjkghdf since i already had thel ondon date i figured today was jungkook's day now i had sights on him proper.. Some notes, Yoongi, Jimin and Namjoon spoke some Dutch and it was super cute!! Yoongi did it first fjgdkhfdg 

Yoongi: Super smol but big hands, and fluffy cheeks (he bloats really easily lolol) his see saw performance was REALLY good today too, i feel like reaction to seesaw is the best, everyone's always singing the whole song w it while most of the crowd struggled with their title tracks in both london and amsterdam LOLLL yoongi must be so proud over it.. also he's the first to speak in dutch to us but it was like really suddenly right before they were performing so nobody really noticed fjghkdfg and u know when he makes a dad joke and he smiles flustered, but nobody reacts to his jokes.. he did that thing LOLLL

Namjoon; very long and slender, his legs are legit 70% of his body and he went offffff today like when he's into shit like tear i cry cuz oh my god merCY kjdfhgdhjkfg Namjoon seemed to really love Amsterdam tbh he kept talking bout stuff to do while the others had fairly standard stuff to say, with a lot of repeat from the london concert too (which is fine vconsidering its hard for themt o speak in eng too)

Hoseok: He looks a lot sharper irl?? im not sure if i said differently last time, but now i saw him up close he's definitely much more handsome, cameras dont do him justice.. also he always has the most gentle smile on his face and it calmed me down a lot jkfgh

Taehyung: tbh im not sure if i missed him but i didnt really see him on my side a lot? i think like a few times i tried to film but couldnt really get it..?? julie did tho.. he's kind of.. small? but not small like yoongi but small like i'd confuse him for a high school kid.. BUT his face?? is really smth else his face is SO small but his features are sooooooo big and sharp.. god himself shaped this boy

Jin: ok yeah this man is 10000% more handsome irl liek i was filmin jk and lost focus and then jin appeared and i almost dropped my phone cause what the fuck?? hes GORGEOUS.. he didnt do the forehead/glasses look today though, unfortuantely cause jesus christ that was something else. he was bein a crackhead to jk again today rofll

jimin: he's legit a fairy irl lol it doesnt make sense.. like.. he's... really pretty....... super super super pretty, guys like legitimiately glowing.. he was super playful today and he seemed really happy to perform on his birthday which is super pure considering.. who likes working on their birthday? he like moved his dressshirt/blouse off shoulder a bit during the fake love portion of the set and oh ym god h..e..........HE... his collar... i want 2 kiss it.......platonically.

as for jimin's birthday.. omg he's so cute? they were at the extended stage when his birthday message came up (a message in dutch) and he like instantly rushed back to the main stage to show off his birthday message and he proceeded to talk in dutch about how it's his birthday, and how army are his gift?? it was suuuper cute!! imagine Jimin practicing his dutch just for this moment fdgkjhdf

jungkookie!!

Anyways onto ma boy!! Jungkook is absolutely unreal pretty. He didn't look as bloated/pained today so i guess i saw The Jungkook today and he's so.. sharp looking??? like his jawline and cheekbones are insane and like the dimple?? ughhhhh he looked a lil smaller now i was upclose but his thighs were still gods gift.. also he did forehead kookie instead of coconut kookie, i remain blessed.. he always hears my prayers..

throughout the show he was honestly super cute, he kept dancing in his chair to the choreo, spinning in circles while doing it, hopping around the stage slowly to wave and look at every fan.. he even looked towards me at some point but i legitimately dodged and turned away cause like I FELT SO GReaYS ANd i'd rather not have him see me like that lmaooo anyways it's so super cute how despite his injury he still tries to give it his all at all times, and now he could walk around he's instantly back at trying to make interactions with all fans?? a precious baby honestly!!

his ending ment was really-really sweet as well and it always amazes me how eloquent he can get when he gets to share us his real feelings.. i really am glad he's not too disappointed in himself anymore and has reached a point where he's just working on getting better instead<3!!

other than that, just like in london.. jungkook's vocals are insane. i don't care that he's not top tier vocalist in terms of technique but he got smth completely else and thats' how comffortably he can move around in his range and remain stable and it's just.. so amazing to hear him hit certain notes with almost.. ease? voice never cracks even after 23948234 songs it's so sickkkk

anyways this was definitely one of the best nights in my life.. despite allt hes tress and anxiety.. i’m sosoosos glad i went through all of this for that.. i had the greatest company and ended up having the greatest experience<3

[g-amzees]

Love and some Verses

Title: Love and some Verses Ship: Gamzee Makara ♥ Tavros Nitram, (a ton of) Other Characters & Ships Chapter: 1/? (i’m solely going to post the first one on tumblr) AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10519707/chapters/23220186

Your name is Gamzee Makara and... You look up from your stencil, chewing on your favourite pencil, your dark, hazel eyes annoyed at your black haired friend and her shorter, blonde partner.

"Motherfuck. Rose colored roses. Where's that all up and coming from?"

"Gamz, I think it is pretty obvious where that is coming from," Kanaya replied, giving the girl standing right next to her a heart-warming smile.

The tall woman thrusts her phone in front of your pale skinned face, with a small, slightly pixelated picture of the flowers showing on the screen. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you grab the phone, leaning back in your worn, creaky chair and study the roses as you just lit up a cigarette. You turn the huge smartphone, trying to zoom in the photograph which only blurs and pixelates even more.

"This picture motherfuckin' sucks. I can't draw anything with this fucking lack of detail," you exclaim, letting out a loud and exasperated sigh.

Kanaya's narrowing her eyes at you, fingers curled up in her green-colored bangs, letting out a sharp breath, "Look. I know it may not be a picture of high quality and I deepy apologize for that, but you will do this for me, Gamzee. I want that rose-tattoo, or else, I may hunt you with a chainsaw."

"Woah, shit. Relax, Kan. I didn’t say I wouldn't. I only said that picture motherfuckin' sucks. I need something with more detail, 's all. God dammit."

"Excellent. You will figure something out, I am sure you will. Rose and I need to go now, though. We have an appointment with the wedding planner, and later we will have dinner with John and Jade," she smiles deviously, rushes to the front door of the tattoo studio and leaves with a short, half-hearted wave.

Rose only following her fiancée in slow steps, "Sorry, Gamz. She is a bit stressed out, lately. The wedding and all. She really meant no offense."

"None taken, Sis, even tho she's a piece of work. Have all the miracles today, okay ?", you smile at her, all forgiving, trying to hide your annoyance.

She smiles back at you, all wide and happy, "Thank you ! .. By the way," she starts, pointing towards the big window in the front of your studio, "There is a small flower-shop across the street, if that's of any interest in that matter," as she was waving good-bye at you and steps out of the door aswell, following her beloved to the car parking infront of the tattoo-studio, and with that, the girlfriends are gone.

Growling in annoyance again and letting out a huge sigh, you lean back in your chair, focusing on the sketch-block again, needing to finish the last details on a tattoo for a client, that was arriving in about an hour. You soon lost focus though, and began to stare through the big window absent-mindedly, wondering if the flower shop could provide Kanya's flowers. A real one would be perfect, for detail and every possible angle. Any rose would do, but a rose-colored one would be ideal. How expensive would flowers even be ? Now you would have to pay for a flower, only to design one of your godly tattoos for one of your best friends, you wouldn't get paid for. That definitely would have to count as your wedding present ! At least you hopes it does. Rubbing your black curls, you shake your head violently, needing to push the new tattoo idea away. You need to finish up the current project on the paper in front of you, the piece bigger than average by far, meant as full sleve-tattoo just like you got one yourself. Just yours is more gorgeous by far. This piece is going to consume your time for the rest of the day until closing time, assuming that the client could handle a long session with no need to cancel it early on. (The doubt is on your side with this one though.)

But only then, maybe tomorrow, you could go and check out the flower store for said motherfucking flower.

Your name is Tavros Nitram and you are ready for the day. You entered the small store early this day, the air that's smelling like rainbows fills your lungs immediately and pulls a small smile from your lips. You do love your work at the store. You love the scent, and you love the colors, and you just really like flowers. You usually only works part-time, but since you're currently on your semester break, you switched to full-time for the rest of vacation. You always liked mother nature in all it's ways, that's why you decided to go to university to become a veterinarian in the first place, and thus you really enjoyed every day you were working in the little flower-shop.

You could also use the additional money, a students life ain't a cheap one, granted. You turn on the lights and prepare to open up the store within the next hour with a big yawn.

You were tired. You had talked with one of your best friends on the phone for too long last night, the older and taller one trying to convince you to join him going to some weird convention about robotics, again. The last time wasn't all too great already. There were some things that definitely were cool. But overall, you were just bored, sighted in annoyance and greatly disliked the hole convention, not really being into technology. Everything that's beyond a TV, a smartphone, a laptop and maybe a gaming-console exceeds itself from your comprehension. You had a hard time talking yourself out of that trip, but in the end you could convince him to take Nepeta with him instead. She was his number one best friend - even though the age-gap between them was ridiculous, him being 30 and her being 19 - but you wouldn't judge. Friendship knows no age, after all. She also was more into his technology-stuff than you were, more into any of his stuff to be honest. You two had very different opinions in general, and even though you disliked when you and your friends (general speaking!) disagreed on things, it happened more often than not. Shaking your head, forcing the thoughts of Equius away, you went to put your stuff away behind the counter and grabbed your bright orange apron, pulling it over your head, always cautious not to ruin your dark-brown mohawk. Keeping it in place took a lot of effort - and hairspray - and you wouldn't like it if you ruined it by accident.

You decided to start to refill your water sprayer and your watering can, first. Then you gradually worked around the shop, moving from one plant to the next. You let your strong, long fingers gently caress the flower petals of each pot, smiling and whispering to them, humming them sweet little melodies as you groomed and watered them sufficiently. You knew you looked kinda out of place. You were tall and dark-skinned, muscled, had broad shoulders and big hands, your body not really built for being a florist - with all those fragile pots and plants, but you loved everything about the place and you couldn't help but smile and just feel happy, as off as it may sound.

You already started working at the flower shop 10 years ago, when your were only 15, to make some extra pocket money. Your dad tried to provide you what you needed, but you were out with your friends a lot, and your appetite was huge. You felt bad at taking your dad's hard earned money so casually. You had a black hole in your stomach, after all, that's what all your friends used to say, anyway. You took double, or even triple the amount they would get. But you were atheletic ever since, and sports just makes you hungry. Instead of eating less, because why would you pffff, you had decided to find a job, work a little and eat just the same as ever, a win-win situation. You had just accidentally got your job in the little shop when you were walking by one day and grabbed a heavy pot from the oldish owner as he had nearly dropped it. You had helped him out for a few hours, had a very nice and comforting chat and in the end, he offered you the part-time job and you gladly accepted upon thanking the old guy. After that it had all gone downhill as you had realized you truly loved taking care of all the colorful, little plants at the shop, your mind absorbing the different types of flowers and the care they required pretty quickly, something that barely ever happened in school, even though you have been interested in biology before. (You still tried to do good with all your grades, your goal was to become a veterinarian ever since your were a little kid.) As the owner of the shop passed away - shortly after you entered university - and his daughter Terezi started to run the buisness, she decided that she would gladly keep you as her florist since you were a great help and knew everything that needed to be done. You helped her run the place ever since, you two became good friends even and now, with the hard work from the both of you, your shop was rated the top privately owned flower shop in the whole city. You two were pretty damn proud, even though you didn't own the place. It was a good feeling that all your efforts showed great results.

After you are done watering all the plants, you open the register, checking through orders and deliveries for the day. You suddenly hear a light knock on the glass door. You check your watch and frown, the shop not opening for another 25 minutes. Normally, you would refuse to open, but as the knocking came harder and louder, you were actually starting to worry whoever was there was going to crack the glass. What if someone was in need of actual help .. ? Sighing in annoyance you walk around the counter, head to the front door, unlocking and pulling it open.

"Uh..Good morning ? Can I help you ?"

[mcrmadness]

Random talking about photographing and (my) photos...

I started wondering last night, what if I started doing some random Tumblr posts of all kinds of photos I’ve been taking over the years. I love photographing and I have SO MANY PHOTOS (now thinking about the landscape and nature photos) I have never ever posted anywhere because I just don’t know where? I mean, for videos there’s youtube but for photos? Nothing, really. And I don’t like Facebook, I don’t like to link anything to myself. I don’t like Instagram, that messes up with the photos and makes me angry because I can’t post them as I want because IG decides over the size etc. which then ruins the aesthetics of the photo. Basically I could just create a blog (like on Blogger or something) just for posting these, as I’m not the biggest fan of how Tumblr handles with photos either, but basically I could also create an own Tumblr blog only for the photos. But as I don’t know for how many posts I’d even have motivation, it might be safer to just have them in my main blog as I already have some photos here, and maybe some other day I could start posting them in an own blog if it looks like I have enough motivation and too many posts. I also have Flickr account (does that even exist anymore?) and Deviantart, but... I don’t know.

I also always have this when I have taken photos: they look interesting in the camera but then I transfer them to my computer and go through them and they all look so dull and as if they were missing something and they don’t look like I imagined they would. Either they are not sharp enough or something is off with the colors or there’s some stupid random dots - this especially happens with my SLR camera as there’s some random _dust inside of the camera itself and I can’t get it out no matter how much I’d clean it! It’s from a towel, I think, because I don’t have a camera bag and used a black towel to make it softer and that was a bad idea. So most of the time I just abandon those photos because they are not good enough after coming out of the camera and then I browse them again years later, after not remembering too much of them, and find out that some of them are actually pretty nice. But still I do nothing about them because there’s too many photos now. And another thing: I always take millions of photos of ONE thing and it’s just so exhausting and annoying to take them all and start comparing which is better and which is The Best and sometimes it’s so difficult to choose. And I might choose it and then change it anyway, and then change back. Or post both and there’s not really a big difference to anyone else but me. I hate it. So that’s also why I often just leave the photos sit in their folders for years. But maybe I could now start going through some of them and make some “collection posts” on here, maybe with themes or something, I don’t know...

Talking of the amoung of photos - I literally have been taking photos for as long as I can remember. I think my first photo is from when I was 7 years old and I recently found it on one of my mom’s cds as back then there was this new awesome feature: get your (film) photos also on cds so you can look at them ALSO from your computer omg! And then somewhere in 2004 or so, I was 13, my mom got her first digital camera (Canon PowerShot S50) and I also learnt to use that and I have hundreds of cat videos burn on dvds. Those are only like 240px or 360px in size and max 3 minutes but I filmed so many. And I still like to film our cats and I have probably thousands of videos of the cats and we always talk how I should start creating cat videos and upload them to youtube :D There’s just so much material it’s really exhausting to even think about that process...

My own first digital camera (Olympus µ1010) I bought probably when I was about... hmmm, 17? I’d say that because that’s when I started to earn my first own money through “work training” that I can’t really explain to you but something that is possible in Finland through employer’s agency, it’s not an actual paid job but it’s the same money unemployed people get. So I was still living with my parents and got this money and could afford my first digital camera. Then some years later I bought a new one (Canon PowerShot A2300) as the old one started to be, hmm, not the best one anymore. You know, these things nowadays don’t really last that long. But I still have this camera and a few years ago I bought my first SLR (Sony α200) - it’s quite old, probably like over 10 years now, and I bought it as used one because I can’t really afford a new one. And this one came with two lenses, a flash and a memory card which was a really good offer for that money and I thought this would be a perfect camera just to teach me how to use SLR cameras so I can then someday in the future maybe buy a new one. So far this has been really nice tho and it was exactly what I needed when I bought it: I felt like I had more skills than what my digital camera could do, so I don’t regret buying this at all.

So, in my “archives” I have lots and lots of photos - of course majority of them are not even something I could post anywhere because almost always only 1 out of 10(0) is actually good and rest are just attempts of getting a good photo. I don’t think I ever even get good photos on purpose, my best ones are accidents, especially with this SLR camera as I love taking photos of sunsets but I don’t have any UV cover so I can’t look through the viewfinder when taking photos of those (they are not reflected on the screen, only ready photos can be viewed) so I just... press the trigger(?) and see how the photo looks like and do that again as many times as I need in order to get it even slightly close to what I want it to be like. And sometimes I get accidentally great photos when I do this, and sometimes there’s 50 photos of the same sunset with 57259 different settings and none of them might be good enough, if I’m lucky, maybe 1 is alright. I often just feel like my photos are lacking something. Sometimes I get that feel already when I’m looking through that viewfinder and it annoys me because I have no clue what it is that I feel like is missing. Maybe something about the angle of view or how much fits in the photo, even tho my other lense is slightly widescreen but then again, I feel like photos I get with that lense are never that good that I get with the other lense. And I also don’t know what it is causing that cos I can still “zoom” quite a lot with both of them but there’s just something about the quality of the photo that seems bit off for me.

But anyway, my point was that I have so many photos I’ve never posted anywhere or have posted just a few here and there, and now I’m wondering whether I should start doing posts where I show some of my best ones, just for fun.