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#anyway one of the things i hate they forgot was a bunch of stuff in tsukishimas backstory
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Random shower thought and I know this has already been said many times, but your desires are seriously already here. To the hundreds of asks, asking the same thing.
“If we can manifest anything immediately why am I waiting”
“where are my desires, I have tried everything”
“I have done everything right, why do I still fail.”
The other day, like any other day, I ordered a bunch of stuff online because I love online shopping and I always use the sped-up deliveries because I hate waiting. Whether it's manifesting or anything else in life, I am very impatient unless I forget about said action.
Anyways, there was a specific package that had to take more than a couple of days even with the fastest delivery option because it was from another country but I was so excited about it. Like most things in life, I forgot after like the second day because of my atrocious memory but yesterday I was like wait, I ordered this thing a week ago where is it, it should be here by now???
My mom didn’t tell me I had any packages and she usually picks them up because my brother and I get some every day. And I asked everyone and they said nope, nothing. I checked my email and it said it had been delivered days ago… I was so annoyed because I was like wow now I need to reorder it and get a refund. But before I started the process of that I was like idk.. I never deal with stuff after the law I tend to be very lucky, I rarely face little inconveniences like this so I did the logical thing and checked in my mailbox and of course voila, it was there and so was a week worth of packages that no one had been checking (my mailbox is very large and my parents have all their bills on auto pay so they rarely have to check the mail either) but usually packages are just left on our doorstep so I don’t usually check there. 😭😭😭
Anyways, like my package, a lot of the time it’s already there, maybe you can’t find it but you know it’s there like I knew my package was going to be in the mailbox you just have to know your desires are there or are on their way, like you can’t fail if you ordered it if you put the intention and know your desire will come like I ordered my packages, it will come. No but when, if, why. And once you know it’s coming there may be a wait period or whatever but you know it’s coming. So take a deep breath, calm down, your mind has misplaced your guaranteed success but you cannot fail. If it didn’t come ok refund and reorder, revise. That’s all there is to it.
Like Neville Goddard's said: you cannot fail unless you fail to convince yourself of the reality of your wish !!!This is a reminder of who we really are and the power we hold within ourselves. Just as I was sure my package was on its way, we should also be certain that our desires are on their way.
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selfishlove-tf · 1 year
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5th Annual TF Story Exchange - for Jockifyme
G’day :) I wanted to challenge myself so I entered the TF Story Exchange to force myself to write something. The author I got for the exchange was @jockifyme​ so please enjoy. I hope I met your requirements @jockifyme​ .
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I’m an accountant and sometimes we audit High Schools. We make sure that the donations or funds received go places they should be going to, we check payroll and budget; we call it “cash stuff” in the office because “expenses” and “finances” start confusing our smaller-minded Gen Z workers.
From that “defame our younger generation” comment alone, you should be able to tell that I am older – not too much but I feel myself reaching the other end of my thirties really quickly. Luckily, the stresses of older age haven’t touched me too much; I have my curly brown hair, though it is fading in colour just like my eyes which used to be emerald, now swamp. Got my height from my mum, she was six-three and she gave me my current six-one. Got my metabolism (or lack thereof) from my dad whose genes garunteed no weight would be gained – I was skinny, a measly one-forty pounds.
The lights in the schools office behind reception showed my touch-of-sunburn off more than I wanted to, my skin naturally pale like a ghost flared up with areas of red where I misapplied my sunscreen. I, however, didn’t feel the burn so the sun must’ve been somewhat lacklustre that day. Sunburn was the last thing on my mind anyway. Numbers, numbers, numbers. I enjoyed the numbers and I did well in maths back when I was in school some blah blah blah years ago – I’d rather not say how long – and was in the top ten of students in my school who graded highly during the final exams before graduation. The only part I hated was listening to the administration guy who lightly flirted with the teachers as they walked by. They couldn’t see it but the “that dress fits nice on you” and “did you forget your glasses because those eyes are shining today” commends he has said in the past ten minutes were dangerously close to the line of being fired should someone actually pay attention to him.
I continued my counts and record-checking and, soon enough, the admin guy was talking to me about football. I never got into that kind of thing, my focus was more on work and work and work. I didn’t need to watch a bunch of men running into each other, the idea was stupid to me. Yet, despite my disinterest in the topic, the admin guy continued to drone on about it.
I looked at my watch; I had only been here for an hour. All the kids were in their classes so, gladly, I decided to quickly take a break and get a drink. Stupidly, I forgot my water bottle and I didn’t want to deal with more dead conversation from the admin guy and, as I recalled, I remembered there being a bubbler/water fountains near the building facing the oval. With a quick “I’ll be back” to the admin guy, and a swift exit, I was out the door and headed towards the oval, a quick hello and hi to some teachers passing or students that were supposed to be in class. Reaching the bubbler, there was footsteps nearby and voices loudly talking. I leaned down, pulled the lever and started drinking, footsteps getting closer. The closer it got, the more I heard the topic of conversation.
‘I don’t know what we’re gonna do, man,’ one started. ‘Tyler’s out for the game tonight and we got no backup since Harry left.’
‘Cool it, Reid!’ another cut the first off. ‘We’ll find someone or deal with a short team no matter what coach says.’
‘Yeah, but where are we gonna find something so short notice, Jay?’ A third asked. I had become invested in the conversation that I didn’t realise that they were now walking behind me as I was still drinking from the bubbler until they stopped.
‘How about you?’ Jay asked.
It took me a minute to realise he was talking to me. I stopped drinking and turned around and was greeted by four teens in football gear. ‘You talking to me?’
‘We are looking at you,’ pointed the fourth.
‘Smart kid, though I don’t go here clearly.’ I gestured to my whole figure, hoping they weren’t dumb enough to think I was any younger than thirty-five.
‘Not a problem with us.’ Jay, who I assumed was the leader, stepped forward. ‘I’m Jay, and these are my bros Reid, Mikey and Kyle.’ He gestured to his friends as if I was interested in knowing them. Jay was short, wide and brunette; Reid was tall, thin and blonde; Mikey was tall, tan and built; Kyle was the shortest, brunette and athletic. The group did seem like the perfect popular boys of school, they just lacked more arrogance.
‘How would you expect to fix that?’ I questioned. ‘Compared to you guys, I’m weathered. Y’all haven’t even touched hard work yet.’ That comment seemed to irritate Reid, subtly puffing his chest up.
‘Hard work? Football is full time!’ Reid arched up.
‘Reid, not another word,’ Jay snapped. ‘You’ll only scare him away, and we’re already about to get scary.’
‘Oh, I’m shaking.’ I teased before rolling my eyes and started walking back to the office.
‘Take him,’ I heard Jay mutter.
Soon, three pairs of hands were on me and started to pull at me, dragging me in the opposite direction. I started shouting to let me go and, for a moment I thought why it was suddenly so quiet at the school; no students or teachers were walking by and no one seemed to look out the windows at the commotion I was causing. No matter how much I shouted and wriggled, the guys’ strong hands had firm grips. I looked behind me to where they were dragging me and found that they were taking me to the locker rooms. They barged in, pushed me to the bench and sat me down, Reid and Kyle holding me down while Mikey went off to grab something.
‘We’re gonna make sure you’re ready for the game tonight,’ Jay said matter-of-factly.
Mikey returned with football gear which I began to question myself about how stupid they really are. Jay motioned to Reid and Kyle as Mikey came to stand behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. Without warning, Reid and Kyle started to pull at my clothes, tearing my button up off and yanking my shoes off before pulling off my pinstripes. I tried to fight back with all of my strength but Mikey was stronger than he looks, making sure to hold me in place during the process. At the end of it, I was left in my briefs.
‘Let me go you freaks!’ I shouted. ‘I don’t know what you plan on doing but it needs to end now!’
Jay motioned to the football uniform and gear and Kyle and Reid moved almost immediately. Reid began with what looked like compression shorts, sliding them up my legs until they were on properly. I felt immediate embarrassment being dressed as if I couldn’t do it myself. When the compression shorts snapped into place, my legs felt like they were burning although bearable. No sooner did my legs start burning that Kyle had put on long socks and oversized football boots, and the burning spread down until it reached my feet. My whole lower half was on fire and, sure enough, when I looked down, I saw why. My thighs started to plump up, calves sharpening and I felt my toes touch the end of the boot. Soon as that began, Reid grabbed a compression singlet and slid it over my head and over my torso, Kyle soon following with the shoulder pads.
I was panicked, my whole body starting to feel like I’d worked out for hours, and my body was catching up. My torso bulked up, a bit of muscle showing as my chest puffed up and my biceps blew up. My flexed forearms had a roadmap of veins as my increasingly meaty hands gripped firmly on the bench. I was beginning to tire myself out through all the strain and flexing I was doing due to the pain of the growth. At some point, Jay told Mikey to let me go because he knew I wasn’t going anywhere, not that I could because of the amount of pain I was in.
Soon enough, as it had started to die down, I looked over myself while out of breath and saw how toned I got. I was in shock; something completely impossible just happened. When I looked up to the group, there was glee in their eyes, but mine saw red. I had no energy to do anything, though, exhausted from the growth.
‘What the fuck did you do?’ I gasped between breaths.
‘It’s not over,’ Jay said. ‘Look at me.’
He grabbed my chin and lifted my face to look at him directly in the eyes. He smiled before swiping some black paint onto my cheeks, and then he let go of my chin and stepped back. There was a brief moment where nothing happened, but it hit seconds later. I gripped my head and squeezed my eyes shut as images flashed across my vision of school, football, training, hanging out with the bros. Bros? No, I was an adult. I was here for an audit. No, that doesn’t sound right? I was on the oval with my bros talking about the game. No! The admin guy, we were talking about football while I was doing work… work? No, I was skipping class. My brain went back and forth and soon enough, the school-kid persona was taking over. All the games my bros and I played, the games we won and the after-parties we went to. My body, face, and mind were all getting younger. My hair turned a darker brown, keeping the curls, and my eyes had regained their shining emerald green. My sunburn cleared up and my skin looked tanned from spending weeks in the sun. Although keeping the muscle on, my body shrank a little and smoothed out. After all of a few minutes, my head cleared and my body no longer felt like it was burning. I felt completely painless, in fact, I had a lot of energy.
‘You good, Jack?’ asked Reid.
I looked up at the group, a brief pause before nodding my head. ‘Still mad Tyler can’t make it.’
‘Well, we gotchu at least,’ Mikey pointed out. ‘We’ll sure win tonight.’
‘We always win, bros!’
‘That’s the spirit!’ Jay cheered. ‘Now let’s get practicing! Don’t forget your jersey, Jack.’
I looked down at the bench where my jersey was. I grabbed it and slipped it on, unknowingly sealing the transformation. ‘Do we gotta wear the shoulder pads during training?’ I complained.
‘Shut up and get out there!’
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twwcs · 5 months
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POOR BABY
this was made by me for me.
Miguel O’hara x fem!reader
Summary : no underwear+unwanted jeans combo
Warnings : suggestive content, dry ass humor, hurt because of clothing, OOC Miguel, typos
an : i don’t know what is this, just want miguel to comfort me, hell even this reader get better treatment than me
Ever since you know that one guy who was written by a woman in your life you almost threw away all your underwear except for that one time of the month—which is rare because you fell into that one category of woman who don’t get period that often but the medical check up result was fine, anyway—that guy, Miguel O’hara, that dammed guy who solidified your worries of the possible stuff you’d get and a matter of convenient of not wearing underwear on daily basis. So you don’t use it.
First of all there’s bunch of research of the benefit of not wearing underwear and so on, but this guy—mind you he’s Miguel O’hara in case you forgot—was delighted with your little ‘dirty secret’. So of course because of that you’re not only not wearing underwear on auto-pilot but also you’re more sensitive on article of clothing you’ve wore for the day.
Long story short after all the chaos around you, you managed to worn all your go to clothes and there’s only limited option to go through. And so there’s this one black jeans which actually you kinda of hate because you’ve grown out of it and the length is questionable with an inch above your ankle which made you look kinda funny and not to be taken seriously but it is what is it and that’s the only clean pants you have right now so be it. Through out the day was fine, nothing was out of the ordinary. But the shit show just gotta wait until you think it’s over right? Right. The unwanted jeans and no underwear plus lots of walking through out the day was hell of a combination. You got your ass burned because of the friction and it’s only get worse when you finally got time to relax. And your discomfort was not unnoticeable by Miguel—ah there he is—so after he walked in to your shared bed he cocked his left eyebrow, eyeing you and calculating whatever he had in his mind.
“Are you hurt my love?” His worried eyes met yours once he got his hand around your shoulder. You just got out of the bathroom after applying some ointment that meant for babies ass and it might not applied in the right place due to the position and you can’t see the damage your dammed jeans made
“Remind me to burn that jeans, it’s fucking hurt” his eyes wander to the hampers next to the bathroom door, a sly smile came out not long after “the jeans you wore today? Why? Your ass looks nice in it” a warm hand cupped your left cheek, meeting his eyes in the process and not once you let go of your annoyed facial. He seemed to get it though even it takes quite a bit “uhm don’t give me that look, i know that look, honey you looked great, i don’t care if you’re gonna say it doesn’t look good because it’s been a long time but trust me you’re still the most gorgeous woman” well that seemed to came out of no where.
“That’s not the problem Mig, that dammed jeans made a fucking burn on my ass and now i can’t even sit comfortably” your voice sounded hurt and his palm that was in your cheek it’s now gently massaging your scalp. “Shit i’m sorry i thought you were upset because it doesn’t fit you the way you expected but, what? Your ass burned? Let me see it” without questioning it you let go of the towel that wrapped around your chest “turn around, on four, let me check” he said casually and you do it even more casually. So you get on four and felt his warm hands not long after right on your ass cheeks.
“Oh baby that must’ve been hurt, is it hurt when i touch you here?” You yelp in pain, answering his question in progress “Mig it’s hurt i did apply some ointment but i think it’s not even in the right place”
“Poor baby, let me grab that thing, stay here” as much as your current position turns him on but your overall comfort and the evident marks left by yours truly dammed jeans he put his need aside and quickly grab that what he thought was ointment right by the sink. After confirming what it was he put some of it in his fingers and kinda warming it up even though he didn’t have to and stride his way to you.
Speaking of you, your current position made your ass cheeks separate and not scrubbing on each other so the pain subside for a bit, and it was made better with the warm liquid you felt on the right side of your cheek “oh it hurts but also soothing, wonder if that spot i missed” Miguel hums in agreement, quietly applying the ointment and carefully not adding any pain to your cheek.
“Do you feel better now?” Was the thing he finally said after minutes of comfortable silence.
“Yeah thank you honey, also this position helps, i hope i don’t turn you on because hell was the thing i felt with this burn on my ass” he chuckle lowly and so do you.
“First of all you always turns me on, and no, don’t worry about me your comfort is my number one priority, beside this edging make the final time sweeter don’t you think?”
“Oh so you’re into edging now Mr.O’hara?” Playful glee in your sound made him tickle your under thigh “What are you gonna kink shame me?” The tickles continues and conveniently his finger glazed accidentally in your cunt and a low moan was heard.
“Don’t tell me you’re into pain now miss”
“Uhm maybe? Who knows” he tried to control his lust truly but when you wiggle you ass like that who wouldn’t fell?
“You’re asking for a good time or a bad time?”
“Why can’t we have both?”
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Bobby Bearhug x reader Valentine's Day special[3♡8]
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A/N|| Sorry for this not being uploaded on Valentine's Day, it was school and stuff, I was also very tired! And had to do Taekwondo(╥_╥)
—☆You are a smiling critter in this, if u want to know which one(but don't know what animal or insect to pick) you could start out as a sheep!
What did they do in the morning on Valentines?
— She woke up super early, searching every square inch of Playcare, making sure she didn’t drop anything while getting the supplies for her gifts
— She was stressing about it but she was pretty excited
— Also was REALLY hoping that nothing would get messed up or she forgot something
— Then she woke you up with a bunch of kisses!!
What did they do for you?
— Spent a few hours each day making and perfecting her gifts
—  Asked you to be her Valentines the first day of February
— Left a rose near your bed each day, and it slowly multiplied
What did they get you?
— A very big bouquet
— Your very own Bobby Bearhug plush(she kinda stole it)!
— A medium sized goodie bags that was decorated with hearts
— A card that was all about how much she loved you, she wanted to decorate the inside but she wanted all the space for her writing
— Another card that was just based on your favorite things
— And a drawing(with the help of Craftycorn) that was of your favorite animal, show, etc.
— She was going to give you her childhood toy, but you refused because that’s something she should keep, she was insisting but you couldn’t because you’re not good of keeping track of anything(in this story at least)
What did you give them?
— You feel kind of bad because you didn’t get her that much stuff as she got you…
— But anyways you gave her this plush of yourself
— Many heart candies
— A heart shaped box of chocolates
— And other heart shaped thingies(she loved all of them, especially the little plush of you)
Did they do anything special? (Extra hugs, kisses, changing their routine etc.)
— YES.
— She put a bunch of Valentine decorations around and in her beehive, aka her house
— She woke up earlier everyday before Valentine's Day 
— EXTRA hugs and kisses
What activities did you both do?
— Definitely represented what you could do for a friend on Valentine's Day for the kids’ activities
— You two also were holding the hands the whole time, while helping kids with the activity
—When the other critters were managing the kids, it was pretty cold, so you both sat on a big pillow with a big blanket
— Cuddling with each other, you also almost fell asleep
— Obviously, you both had a ‘date’
Did they seem brighter today?
— YES!??! IT IS HER DAY.
— Honestly this is probably the day she was born(human or toy)
Anything new about their appearance?
— She wore a little bow( ´ ▿ ` )
— And she made her rose scent stronger
How many times did they say I love you?
— Every time she saw you, which wasn't enough, the amount of times she said it by the way
— She was with you the whole day, so she added a lot more I love you's
Did they ask to be your Valentines, or did they ask if you could be their Valentines? There’s a difference!
— Her voice was all soft, asking you to be her Valentines
— “O-Or if you want it to be the other way around—!” I hate typing out stuttering dialogue, but it's what she'd do
What did they do the night before Valentine's Day?
— Try so hard to sleep
— Surprisingly could
— By thinking of you telling her to calm down
— Because she knows you would
Were they shy asking to be your Valentines or when they asked if you could be their Valentines?
— She was very shy!
— She was also trying so hard to not stutter
Did they add anything extra to their areas(their little homes)? Or their activities?
— She hung up a bunting(I had to search this up, it’s those lines that are decorated with things that get hung up)
— She spread rose petals on her floor, while doing it she was so jolly!
— She has a calendar, and on Valentine’s Day she drew a heart around it, on the calendar
— She also hung up a list, marking off the gifts she got/finished making for you
What did they do when it was time to sleep?
— She gave you a small smooch on your cheek when she was going to sleep
— Almost decided on staying up
Another A/N|| I will be closing requests for now, I want to finish this Valentine's Day special series and some other requests
Question♡ Did you celebrate Valentine's Day? If so, what did you do?
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alienfuckeronmain · 1 year
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I understand if you don't wanna talk about this on ur blog but I would loooooove to know what you mean when you say bad tattooers (not in a shadey way just like I like hearing the different perspectives artists have especially now that yeah, a lot of ppl that work in shops and make big money and travel started with an amazon pen and haven't really upgraded since, and the on trend style atm is like scratchy prison tat. & You have a very well thought out perspective on things that I don't typically hear)
Oh I'm happy to talk about it! Ive actually been like, really struggling with my career lately because I feel like the face of tattooing has changed so much since I started eight years ago and there's so little honor and respect for the craft and soooo many egos I barely know what to do about it, so a place to vent is nice.
When I say bad tattooer, I could mean like five different types of things, there's just so MANY times of bad out there.
You nailed one: young tattooers with lots of IG followers who have been tattooing for about a year and do some variation of "ignorant style" or "blackwork" using a pen style machine. It's crazy how many of these people post tattoos that was legitimately just NOT IN the skin, and they haven't even been tattooing long enough to know what their own healed work looks like! Like that shits not gonna last two years down the line, five years down the line, let alone 20 years.
They're dishonestly (or ignorantly) tattooing design after design on people who will have to get them covered up in a few years. I resent the pens so much--they require VERY little skill or finesse to use, and their lines LOOK solid but experienced tattooers can tell they're not. Originally these tools were used for permanent make up, which is not actually permanent at all, and it shows! it reminds me of when rotary machines first got popular, and a whole bunch of blackworkers started using them to line because they're lighter weight than coils. But then five years later, all those tattoos fell out. I had a whole year of my career where my bread and butter was fixing shitty rotary tattoos from other artists up, and I know that's about to happen with the stupid pens.
Tattoo technique aside many of these kids can't draw, or can draw but cannot identify what sort of drawing will make a good tattoo. I see so many beautiful tattoos that will age terribly because it's not a drawing/design that's meant to account for the aging process. This whole camp is myopic, impulsive, and has little regard for the history of tattooing or the ways in which the craft is different from other art forms. They're just like "I can draw, I have a pen, I can be a tattooer!" and they launch right into the image building/social media element because that's where their real talents lie.
There's also a type of tattooer I hate on the other end of the spectrum, old guys who have owned their shop for twenty years and feel they're gods, but whose eyesight and technique is deteriorating so their work looks like garbage now, but they're still operating as if they're really good and wielding their experience like a badge of honor. They usually do American traditional primarily but claim they're versatile and can do anything, because back when they apprenticed (in the late 80s lmao) they learned a bunch of stuff and think they're still the shit and can do it.
Similarly, there's this other type of dude bro artist who got really popular doing soft grey realism, and as a result of many years of doing this style, which is all shading, CANNOT get a line in. Someone comes in needing a tattoo with a hard firm line, and they either blow it out and chew up/scar the skin pressing too hard (how 75% of male tattooers tattoo anyway, imo) or its all wobbly and inconsistent because they're so out of practice with true lines they've literally forgot. These guys are usually psycho egotistical too, or downright predators. You'd be surprised how many well known tattooers are also well known abusers with the community who are protected by their status and power. It's an ugly, ugly, unregulated industry that draws sadists and narcissists, unfortunately.
Lastly, tattooing is a craft but its also a customer service job. You have to respect people's wishes, respect their bodily autonomy, account for their pain tolerance, and have open conversations with them about what they want/where they want it, etc. People in BOTH of these camps I mentioned are losing this part of it, and it's become about the tattoo itself rather than than the client. I see SO few TRULY trauma informed or client informed tattooers these days.
The first type of tattooer I mentioned is especially insidious about this because to grow their following they know how to talk the social justice/woke talk and will totally claim on IG to be client focused, trauma informed, body positive. In their bios its always like "QUEER tattooer! BLM! rainbow emogi!" but only a small fraction of tattooers who advertise this way can deliver. Many of them are white and have no experience tattooing darker skin, and many of them view people as canvasses, not as real people, just token "types" to prove how inclusive they are, but with no respect for what it actually entails to be truly inclusive. (For example I have a 2k dollar hydrolic heated table for my disabled and larger bodied clients. How many times have I seen a "body positive!!" tattooer have nothing but an uncomfortable, fragile $60 massage table from amazon?? I have four different types of expensive numbing options for my clients--how many times do I see "trauma informed" tattooers not even offer numbing at all, or shame the client for asking for it? Too many times!!! )
The second camp has always been dismissive of clientele, they do what they want how they want it and fully ignore client wishes or requests, especially those of women. They barely even talk to their clients unless they deem them worthy (heavily tattooed guy who lives in the shop, basically). This is part of the old school tattoo culture, so it really upsets me how many of the newer artists who claim they're resisting or offering an alternative to this culture of dehumanization just do the same thing--but while CLAIMING they're doing the opposite. One of the most horrific cases of recurring client abuse in the queer tattoo community was able to go on so long BECAUSE this tattooer knew exactly how to wield the language of social justice and inclusion in order to hide pathological sadistic behavior.
This all sucks for me, because I can't really find a place where my feelings about tattoos are honored. Much of what I do is old-school --I'm a black work artist but my designs are informed by american traditional style (to ensure longevity because I actually care about that), and I use coil machines only. It's hard for me to find spaces that aren't oldschool traddy shops owned by men who even HAVE set ups for coil machines, or have light tables, or tracing paper. Like I guested at a shop recently that was sooo beautiful and instagrammable but it was completely nonfunctional for me because no one at this shop had ever used a coil machine and they didn't seem to understand that I needed to like PLUG INTO THE WALL and didn't have a little portable electronic pen. Furthermore none of them drew, they all did EVERYTHING digitally. The oldest artist, the owner, was a rich 22 year old, and despite their best attempts to help me feel at home, the shop was just NOT set up for an artist who isn't in this young, streamlined, digital camp. This means I have to work sometimes in unsafe shops with asshole men just to be able to be around people who do the same craft as me, even remotely. There's such a massive divide between how tattooing used to be and how tattooing is now, and its depressing because both extremes are unsustainable and, imo, dishonest.
I have a private studio and work limited hours now, because the industry is so shitty. I just trained two apprentices who graduated and are working at separate shops, and its absolutely insane to hear them report back on the culture of these shops and the absolute bonkers shit they see and hear. Sometimes I think the world of tattooing is just so unrecognizable from what it was when I began that there's no room for me anymore, but I also think my services as an artist who does 1. good work with good tried and true machines 2. is actually trauma informed and client centered is REALLY rare these days so I should stick to it. But man its depressing.
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reverseflashes · 8 months
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Hello!
I’m trying to write a story or at least a short one. Where Constantine and Raven cross paths with the Rogues. I have a pretty good idea for it but even though I’ve read comics. I still don’t fully understand them I need an idea about there personality and fighting style. I’m hoping that with your help and a few other Rogue fans. I can get a better idea. Cause finding proper information is like finding a needle in a haystack for them. Constantine is literally the easiest out of all of them.😭
I really hope for good information. I want to do right by them.🥺
Anyway my chosen Rogue’s are… Captain Cold, Heatwave, Mirror Master, Weather Wizard, Captain Boomerang and Trickster (Axel Walker).
Basically the ones in comics right now.
P.S. I’m also mad about Owen. He had so much potential.
Every time I checked my inbox and saw this meage on top, I reminded myself to answer it some time the same day. And every time, I forgot. I don't even know where to begin to apologize, nonnie, especially it's been exactly a month since you've sent me this. I hope, if you are still around, and if you see this, you can forgive me. And if you are pissed at me, then you are completely right too I'M SO SORRY I SWEAR
To be honest, I can read every issue every Rogues member has ever appeared in (and for some members, I did lol) and still would not be good at answering questions like this. I'll tag few blogs I know post about the Rogues at the end of my response and tag this properly so that more people will see it and hopefully share their opinions as well. :)
I apologize in advance if this is very scattered, all over the place but I've never been very good at explaining stuff like this so... yeah.
I'm assuming the fight takes between John&Raven and the Rogues.
The Rogues are Flash's villains. And Flash has superspeed; and having superspeed comes with infinite amount of skills and abilities. There is really nothing a speedster can't do. So how does the Rogues, a bunch of non-powered criminals (except for Mark, if we want to go into a bit detail lol) with only their gadgets and costumes keep up with him? How can a speedster like Barry Allen can struggle against the Rogues sometimes?
The answer is that the Rogues have the advantage of planning their heists in advance. Excessive planning, may I add! Rogues don't have to keep up with Flash's whereabouts, because Flash will always go where the Rogues exactly want him. But the Flash doesn't have the advantage of always anticipating the Rogues' next move. There are so many other reasons of course but no need to go into more details. So, in your story, whether the Rogues plans the fight with John and Raven ahead or if it occurs completely spontaneous, I believe the Rogues wouldn't be caught off guard. I mean, they fight speedsters on a weekly basis, so it is hard for them to get intimitated by anyone else.
Now another thing, and I don't know if it's just me or if it is a fandom thing, but I always got the impression that Rogues hate magic. Like I always believed that to be a fact. They don't like it at all. Maybe "superpowers" is what they really don't like but I guess, to them, it's all the same.
Len in The Flash #750
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Rogues don't want to get involved in anything that is above their paygrade. They hate their plans getting out of control and things getting messy and magic IS messy, that is an understatement. So you can use this in the story; they will fight John and Raven if they have to, but they won't care about winning. Of course, they CAN win the fight, but if you use the canon fact that the Rogues never faced John and Raven before in your story, then I assume winning wouldn't be their priority. They'll buy themselves time while putting the capes through their paces (damn right 😎).
You can focus on the Rogues' gadgets as well. In my personal opinion, Mirror Gun is the most powerful and dangerous out of all of them: it can open portals, it can create duplicates, it can fire bolts of light energy, IT CAN HYPNOTIZE AND MIND CONTROL PEOPLE, it can be used to transmute objects into glass, it can be used for dimensional travel, it can trap people inside those mirror dimensions etc... (SOURCES: here and here)
Here is a panel of Sam blinding Wonder Woman with his Mirror Gun. Justice League America #158
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I put this panel especially because Wonder Woman is heavily affiliated with magic.
You can find more info on their gadgets on the internet, and if you'd like, I can look into it and send you some links if I can find anything.
I was gonna mention Hartley and his flute too but I realized that he isn't in the Rogues in your story so I'll skip that.
And lastly, I'd recommend you read New Year's Evil: Rogues, a one-shot where the Rogues are in the land of Zhutan searching for a powerful sun disk of Meshta (the creator god of the Saravistraism- DC’s version of Zoroastrianism) to make their souls eternally free from Neron (DC’s version of Satan). It involves heavy supernatural themes so maybe it helps.
Also, Teen Titans: Cold Case might be a good read. There is a fight between Teen Titans and the Rogues and although magic isn't in the center, Rogues fight against members Cyborg, Red Devil and Wonder Girl (Cassie). (And Vic and Tim actually admit that they couldn't take the Rogues!)
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And most importantly, they fight as a TEAM and a FAMILY. Their diverse skills and abilities complete each other, thanks years of working and planning and fighting together side by side.
Soooo yeah. I'm pretty sure I forgot half the things I was gonna add and forty thousand anecdotes but that's why I'll tag some of the awesome people in the Rogues fandom underneath this so that they can add their own opinions as well. If they want, of course, no pressure! Please feel free to ignore this.
Thank you so very very very much for your message nonnie. And I'm so so so very sorry for taking so long to answer it. I hope I made it up to you a little.
@gorogues @tricksterrune @t-bombs @longitudinalwaveme @belphegor1982 @saltywithsarcasm @smartshipfriday my brain is all over the place rn i can't think of anyone else but if you see this in the search or on your dash pls feel free to reblog it and share your opinions <33
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hello-nichya-here · 1 year
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Pffft in what fucking way radical feminism is about apologizing abuse?? xD
Hun if you have no what you're talking about just don't talk about it, don't embarrass yourself
Glad you asked!
First we have this very thing that you're doing right now, which is shutting down anyone who mentions that radfems can be abusers. Major red flag whenever someone's first reaction to hearing "Someone in your group has been abusive" is to immediately get all defensive and say "NO ONE HERE WOULD EVER!"
Secondly, we have the very thing that made me point out that radfems are abusive as hell. I pointed out that a stupid radfem was insisting that I was being abused because I like kinky stuff, and then had the nerve to go "You deserve to be beaten until you get brain damage." Saying that some people just "deserve" to be mistreated is abuse apologism 101.
And since we're talking about people who "deserve" abuse according to radfems, let's look at the list of women you guys have thrown under the bus:
1 - Women who have been abused by other women. After all, "rape is a male crime" according to you guys.
2 - Women of color. You guys always get hella defensive whenever a non-white woman points out that radfems are often racist as fuck, and pull stuff like basing their list of "how to spot a tranny" on racist shit like literal nazi propaganda posters to help people "spot jews." And let's not forget the large overlap between plenty of radfem groups and white supremacy groups. Oh, sorry, forgot we're not supposed to mention all that so we won't "devide the comunity."
3 - Bisexuals who experienced abuse by a male partner, since we "choose" to associate with men despite having the oppornuity to date just women, like lesbians do (What? That sounds just like incels who are mad women only go to "jerks" instead of "nice guys" like themselves? Impossible! That would mean radfems feel entitled to sex and believe women DON'T get to say no!)
4 - Lesbians that are not "gold star lesbians", aka who have had sex with men at some point. After all, they're inferior since they didn't have stuff figured out right away, or had no choice but to stay in the closet for years and years due to where they live, or, ya know, were raped. Too bad for them, they were touched by man, therefore they're icky.
5 - Asexuals, because you guys will just hate one ANYONE apparently, even someone who just says "I don't really wanna fuck anyone".
6 - Trans women. After all, you guys literally admited that you made up the whole "predatory trans in the bathroom" myth just to have an excuse to hate on them. And let's not forget this also led to shit like radfems trying to spy on other women in the bathroom to "make sure they're really women." After all, trying to see someone naked without their consent is totally what normal, not at all creepy people do.
7 - Kinky women! After all, we are brainwashed by the patriarchy, and need you guys to step in and save us from ourselves, because YOU know what makes US comfortable or not. It's for our own good really. It totally isn't just slut shaming with some pseudo-feminist terms thrown in the middle.
8 - Sex workers. Once again, they need to be saved from themselves - and that rescue includes ignoring them when they say "your way of helping us in dehumanizing, robs us of our agency, and often ends with us being thrown in prison." And lets not forget that some of the anti sex-work laws you guys swear exist to protect victims of human trafficking who were forced into prostitution often end with said victims thrown in prison anyway because surprise surprise, demonizing people for harmless shit makes a target no matter what.
9 - Any woman who doesn't like that you bitches are constantly associating with the alt-right - including the most violently misogynistic members of the bunch - just to get more political allies. Does it ever cross your mind that if THE biggest women-hating scumbags around think you are "one of the good ones" that shows you totally fucking failed to "rebel against the patriarchy"?
And there's also the group that you guys refuse the acknowledge the most! Men who were abused by women. After all, that doesn't work in your fantasy world where men always hold all the power in every situation, and women are always powerless. No way things could be more complicated, even with misogyny still sadly being a thing, no, no. It has to be an Us VS Them.
So, no acknowledging all the times young boys get sexually assault and are mocked for "complaining that they got laid", even when they're minors and their abusers were grown adults. No acknowledging that while women are more likely to be victims to domestic violence, people often refuse to understand that men can also victims of intimate partner violence - even if said partner is a woman. We can talk about abusive fathers, but not abusive mothers. We can talk about how abusive males tend to become cops, but not about how abusive women tend to become nurses.
And, once again, not ever, ever, ever pointing out that radfems are ALWAYS going on about how some people (in this case men) DESERVE to abused. After all, that will totally make it "fair" after all the shit women endured, since THIS is the way to deal with society's problems: you make sure they hurt as many people as possible instead of just your group.
So yeah, you guys are abuse apologists. You always have been. Now either become a decent person or die mad about it, bitch.
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morbid-things · 2 months
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Oh shit I literally forgot about my biggest one man my motto the past what 7 years has been "homicide, not suicide" which basically means every time I get a suicidal thought I have to redirect it to some guy I hate like "I'm gonna kill- somebody." Or if you wanna be funny with it "I'm gonna kill m- Mitch McConnell." and once you do it enough it happens automatically
Anyway sorry for like saying a bunch of random shit in ur asks idk if it'll help but like ur cool man you should be killing someone who's shitty y'know? Think about someone else exploding violence always works 👍🏽 what am I even saying man. Love ya
LITERALLY. Gotta kill somebody else or turn it into something you can yank to. Recently been trying to make the switch from "need to blow my brains out" to "need to get my brains blown out (sexual style)" . Alternatively. . I will blame everything on Danielle Smith I Will Do It I Have To. I need to explode her with my mind . And also. A bomb.
My thing i've been really into saying recently is "i'm sending anthrax to your mailbox" or "pipe bomb. Immediately." Or some Breaking Bad shit. I havd to do it to cope
But yeah, a lot of the chronic pain stuff + gender dysphoria has been nuking me recently and i'm going to have to come up with Real Specific Scenarios to keep my mind off the things not caused by others . Like . walk into the forest and let the invasive pine beetles Get Me . Sorry to everyone inconvenienced by this but I am moving to a foresr in finland and foraging mushrooms forever . Bye bye 🗣‼
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fictionfixations · 1 month
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i finally reached it
already forgot what chapters it was but know it was like the last few chapters (SPOILERS)
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lets just take a moment and lOOK AT HIM. LIKE HES SO PRETTYYYY and tHAT LITTLE SMILE !!!!
also AWEEE
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and look at sad riddle aghh (honestly i don't think i'll ever like hearing full on crying, but the va did a fantastic job. like it wasnt just sniffles it was full on wailing)
like
trey: *saying something*
riddles dialogue box is literally just: *sob*
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(anyway the section where we saw riddle's backstory was sad. and i noticed that the boxes where we get his thoughts sometimes cover his mouth so we can't see his expression. maybe it doesnt really mean anything but it felt like something to me)
anyway. you know how i got into twisted wonderland cause i read khr fics where skull was them or something? there was a riddle rosehearts one. and it honestly solidified riddle as one of my favorites before i even knew him
also it makes a lot more sense now (the writer gave him a happy family for one though which awe)
also "...and completely lost track of the time." gave me literal chills
anyway i hate the purple twistunes (sometimes the blue and red ones are trippy when notes are playing at the same time but i got into the habit of 1. listening to the music for guidelines, and 2. noting which color came first so i dont get confused). they're so unreasonably hard sob getting the timing right is hard and the music is a liar because i expect there to be a beat so i hit too early because im listening to the music and its WRONG. so i have to take the music with a grain of salt. listen to it but dont strictly follow it. and really focusing on the white bar but you ever focus so much you stop being able to focus like oh my god i get distracted and i dont know wHY (and thus comes the technique of 'go to the hardest difficulty, beat it, and then go back' or like. at least try it. cause sometimes it makes normal easier???)
if i didnt get all the things for twistunes itd bother me eternally. because rhythm is my jam. but sometimes they're so frustratingly hard cause you have to get like no misses (or no goods and stuff) for easy and normal. and easy is easier but sometimes it just doesnt click with me and aGH.
and im SO thankful that you dont have to get no misses on hard, you just need like ss and stuff which isnt that hard because you can miss a bunch and still get there. but oh my god i remember this time i was so used to it that every mistake i made on hard i just reseted. took a minute to think and realize 'hey wait a second this is hard')
pff.
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lOOK AT THE SMILE
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anyway i assume riddles mom cant influence him while hes here. does he still live with her? or does he have his own place? but like. if youre so used to following rules set by other people then how do you even live by yourself?
i mean. i guess he kinda took the queen's rules to heart, as familiarity and also something meant to be followed no matter what, because surely if it s a thing that exists, then surely it must be enforced, right? because the queen of hearts was the rightest or something
anyway savanaclaw is next i think. i dont know any of them lmfao
(i just remembered- i think riddle was like genuinely gonna kill ace. he like called on the roses to attack him or something and trey overruled it temporarily by turning it into like cards. oop.)
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yeowangies · 6 months
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Puffiness
PAIRING: Raditz/GenderNeutral!Reader RATING: Everyone CONTENTS: Little Angst, Comfort, Established relationship WARNINGS: Mentions of mental illness. WORDCOUNT: 1440
Summary:
But it was like piling up a bunch of emotions you pushed back, suddenly floating up to occupy your mind at once. 
Luckily Raditz wasn’t there to witness it.
Notes:
I meant to finish this small piece last weekend, but well, I didn't. I was feeling bad and writing things like this from my own experience is hard.
I have a love hate relationship with this kind of confessional fics. It feels good to put my own feelings into words, but on the other hand, I spend almost all the time it takes me to write it crying, but it's also a way to have catharsis, though I feel exposed, but then again-
Anyway, I don't go into anything specific about mental illness and stuff, but it's there. I also barely proof read this.
It was one of those days. You weren’t exactly sure why you’d randomly felt like that even when nothing really happened; you even woke up in a good mood. But it was like piling up a bunch of emotions you pushed back, suddenly floating up to occupy your mind at once. 
Luckily Raditz wasn’t there to witness it. While you hated that he spent so much time training with Goku, sometimes being gone for weeks and months at a time, at some point you were glad he wasn’t around much. He had rarely seen you when you were down, and if he had, he noticed enough to try and make the day easier for you (which usually just involved more kisses and attention during sex, and you appreciated it).
This time, it was different, and you were glad he wasn’t home. You’ve been on the edge of tears for half the day, and after dinner, you couldn’t help but cry a little. Or a lot. It was uncomfortable to do it, eyes puffy and stuffy nose, but it was worse to try and hold it in, so you were basically sobbing while washing the dishes. Even after taking a shower and washing your face thoroughly, you couldn’t help it, and you wonder if there even was a point in putting on night cream if you were going to keep crying your eyes out once you went to bed. 
You were startled when you heard the front door open. You could tell by the sound alone that it was Raditz. He had come home sooner than you expected. 
Trying to wipe your tears as quickly as you could, pressing your fingers to your eyes to will the puffiness away magically. He was going to notice, no matter how much you tried, but maybe the shower would have made it not so obvious. 
“Hey!” Raditz greeted you with a grin as he walked into the bedroom. 
You smiled at him from your seat by the vanity, and he didn’t even give you time to greet him back, standing by you in the blink of an eye as he leaned down to kiss you at once. You made a startled noise, returning the affection before he pulled away. 
“I wasn’t expecting you tonight.” You commented, wondering if your voice sounded even right at that moment. 
Raditz kept his smile on his face as he looked down at you but it soon flattened, and you blinked, confused. 
“You’ve been crying.” 
So it was noticeable. 
Unsure of what to say, you didn’t reply to his comment, your eyes going elsewhere to avoid his gaze. 
“Have you eaten? I can make you something quick.”
“No, I ate.” 
“You should shower before bed then, I know you must smell bad.” You said, standing up and walking past Raditz towards the bathroom to get everything ready for him. 
The frustration on his face was more than obvious when he walked into the bathroom a minute later, still keeping his eyes fixed on you until you closed the door so he could clean himself up. He must have known you weren’t angry or upset with him; you made it painfully obvious for him when you were. But he must still be confused about your sadness, and while you knew well that he wasn’t human, sometimes you forgot about it and what it implied. 
Would he even understand your heartache?
You were settled on your side of the bed when Raditz walked into the bedroom a few minutes later, completely dried and wearing only his boxers. You tried to meet his eyes for a second, taking all of him before you averted your gaze. Too much distraction to see him like that, so you turned around, facing the other side of the room as he laid on his side. 
He was close enough that you felt warmth radiating from him, but when you tried to move to turn off the lamp by your nightstand, he pressed his body to yours, his chest against your back, and sneaked a hand around your waist. Under any other circumstance, you would have relaxed into his touch, but knowing that he had seen right through you so easily, you felt more vulnerable than you would like, so you stiffened immediately. 
“Are you going to tell me why you’ve been crying?” Raditz asked softly, his face buried in your hair. “Was it me? Was I gone too long?”
“No, it’s not you.”
Sometimes it is you. 
However, you didn’t want to say it. It wasn’t his fault you felt like that, but when a haze of sadness creeped up on you, you doubted everything, even his affection. 
You remained quiet, wondering if or how you should even voice what was currently going on inside your head. Putting your emotions into words was difficult, and while it might help, you knew you were going to spill tears, even after spending the last couple of hours crying before he arrived home.
“I feel like a failure.” You finally confessed, very quietly.
“A failure?”
“Nothing I do matters.” Your voice wavered, and you tried to keep yourself together, breathing in deeply, as you spilled everything out. “It’s like never enough. But at the same time, I feel like I might explode from doing too much. Like every single emotion will break me into pieces. Everything overwhelms me and… I wish I was normal…”
It had been naive for you to think you could hold in the tears, and they ran down your nose and cheeks, wetting the pillow. It was a surprise you could still make sense while you spoke, but you didn’t know if you could speak again after that, and your heart weighed heavy on your chest when Raditz didn’t reply while you sobbed as quietly as you could.
Would he understand, though? He was a warrior, and he had faced death more times than you could count, and that had surely left scars on his body and his soul. But would he understand that your feelings had nothing to do with that kind of trauma? Surely he thought you were just being too dramatic and feeble. What has even happened in your life that you were unconsolable?
“I understand.” Raditz murmured gently against your neck. 
“You do?” You snuffled, wiping your face with your hand. 
“Yes.” He sighed, and you noticed the slight trepidation in his voice. “Our lives have not been nearly the same, but the frustration you’re describing… I know that too well.”
You pondered on his words for a moment before he urged you to turn to him. Reluctantly, you rolled over, wiping the rest of your tears away as you faced him, carefully lifting your eyes to meet his. 
Raditz had shown sides of him you never even imagined during the time he had spent with you; he had shown kindness and empathy and even silliness. The softness he had in his eyes then, however, you wanted to engrave it in your mind forever. 
He didn’t say anything at all, only looked into your eyes for an instant before holding you as close as he possibly could. You buried your face in his chest willingly, wrapping your arms around his waist as tears began to spill once again. It was still embarrassing to cry in front of him, but the strong hold he had on you, one hand patting your head, the other resting on your waist made you feel secure, more secure than you ever felt. And it shattered you; if there was even a wall left to keep you intact, his arms around you had made it come down, and all you could do was weep. 
There was only a certain amount of tears left to cry after spending half the day lamenting to yourself, so you calmed down after a couple of minutes, pulling away only a little to once again wipe your tears, realizing you had wet his chest (and the sheets). 
“I’m sorry.” You sobbed, moving your head to nuzzle his neck. 
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
Raditz buried his face in the crook of your neck, dragging his nose along your jaw. That was usually an erotic gesture; he did it before initiating sex. But this time he only held you close, keeping a firm grip on your body, as if you were going to slip away at any chance. 
You wouldn’t, obviously. An entire new feeling overwhelmed you, even making tears well up again, but you didn’t feel like bawling anymore. Just being there, in his embrace, was enough to feel safe. 
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marshallpupfan · 1 month
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Marshall Merchandise Update!
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Update #37... or whatever number I'm up to now. Either way, I've got a few new items to show off today! Some new, some old, and some I didn't expect to find!
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First off, this Jumbo Gummy Easter candy, from "Galerie"! I just happened to stumble upon it while helping my mother with her grocery shopping. I was in kind of a rush, so I didn't have time to check if they made any of the other pups. I have to imagine they have some of at least Chase and/or Skye. It cost $5 (a little pricey, imo).
To tell you the truth, I don't know if I want to eat this. I might try to preserve it... if possible, anyway. It wouldn't be the first editable piece of merchandise that's sitting among my collection. Probably won't be the last, either. It's a good thing my folks never bought me a Marshall cake for my birthday, otherwise I'd probably try to save that, too. 😂
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Next up... this plush! I actually found it while browsing around a Goodwill for something. Before I left, I figured I'd take a quick peek at the toy section, since they tend to have a few PAW Patrol dolls from time to time. I only seen a few of Chase at first, but then out of the corner of my eye, I seen this thing, somewhat buried under a bunch of other dolls. It was only $2, so... sold! :)
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Funnily enough, it's actually quite similar to another plush doll I bought a few years back, only smaller. Now that I think about it, these aren't the only dolls I own that have a bigger and little version. I wonder why they do that sometimes? Hm...
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Moving on, here's yet another plush doll I found! It's by TY, unless I'm mistaken. This one was found at a flea market, although it was a tad more expensive ($5). However, what's funny is that...
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...it, too has a bigger version! And a smaller one, as well (I feel like these are the most common). It's like we've got the eldest brother, the middle child, and the younger sibling. An interesting set!
I was tempted to move the bigger plush for a better side-by-side comparison, but with so many dolls around it, I figured it was best I just keep things where they're at. Otherwise, moving it might give us something akin to a Marshall wipeout, and I don't want to pick them all up from the floor right now. lol
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Last, and a rather unexpected find, I must say... a Marshall "Born Brave" ceramic coffee cup! To be honest, I had no idea this even existed until I seen it on Mercari about a week ago. Despite my best efforts, I can't find any indication of where this came from, who sells it, if it belongs in a set, if they made some of the other pups... nothing!
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I believe it's official, since most knock-off or home-made products don't include stuff like this on the bottom. It says it was made in 2023, so that tells me it's not too old. Have any of you seen these in stores?
In any case, it's pretty cool coffee cup! I believe it can hold 11oz, which is pretty standard for these things. The picture, itself isn't the highest of quality, but that's no biggie. I actually wouldn't mind using it, since I still drink a lot of tea (and cappuccinos... too many cappuccinos...), but I hate the thought of it getting damaged, so it's going up on my shelf for now. Maybe if I can find another one someday, then I'll use it.
...again, IF I can find another. 😅
That's all for now! I apologize for the inconsistent quality and brightness of some of the pics. I forgot to turn the flash on for the first pic, no flash made everything pink around the gummy, and the flash made the dolls look too dark so I had to adjust the brightness in Photoshop. My TracFone camera just doesn't cut it sometimes... maybe I should invest in something better someday.
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demonsteapot · 2 months
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How do you do lighting in your art???
Yours always looks incredible, and it's an area I struggle with greatly. Any advice is appreaciated!
Okay. So.
The short answer is that I'm not actually that advanced or skilled with regards to lighting, and I hide it behind stylization. But I can explain some, like, entry level lighting information?
I put a cut because I wrote a bunch of stuff. Sorry if this is too basic, I don't know how much baseline stuff I should be going over ;-;
Also heads up I can't explain shit for fuck so it might be incomprehensible
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This is not a shockingly interesting image in itself, but it illustrates some pretty key things I think?
First, and I guess most important, you need to know where your light is and what type of light it is. In this image, it's a directional light (the light rays are all more or less parallel), so the shadows will be very consistent. I can try to demonstrate other types (point lights, spot lights, area lights) at some point, but directional is more or less the simplest?
The second thing is establishing perspective, which I've illustrated with the four lines on the ground. I kinda hate doing perspective to be honest (and it shows in my work), but you want a good grasp on it to handle neat lighting. (I think I screwed it up here ;-; not so neat)
The third is the way I worked out the actual shadow, drawing lines from the light source (since it's directional, all of these lines are parallel) through features on Nova, and onto the ground (which is where the perspective comes in, or at least it would if I was using it right). If I'm uncertain how a feature maps onto its shadow, I draw another line, but I can extrapolate a lot of features just from knowing where the top of the shadow is cast. Here I drew additional lines through the bottom of her head and the edges (approximately) of her dress, and another one on the ground as a guideline. It's a bit messy but the idea is there I think?
Normally, I don't actually draw these lines, I just work them out in my head. (Which is why they're usually even more inaccurate.) Anyway, once you have some of those guidelines, you can work out the shape, and if you can't, draw more lines.
Okay that's all I really wanted to say; I have no idea if any of that is comprehensible or helpful lol
Also I just realized I forgot to draw the horns on the shadow. FUCK
I also made a thing about the way I shade some materials, if that's anything:
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With regards to object shading, my artstyle doesn't use a lot of colours usually (typically it's two or three per material, except hair which is special), and I don't use gradients or soft brushes much (or, like, ever). Shadows on characters tend to be 'start with something vaguely accurate, then adjust until it looks nice.'
If you want me to tackle anything else, like colour or more specific lighting cases? Um. I don't know what I'm doing I'll get back to you eventually. Maybe.
Till then, I need to work on my freaking lighting skills! Toodles!
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vickyvicarious · 5 months
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very little spying time left
ohhhh I forgot about this. what was the other queer sound?
AGH CREEPY I hate when she is super cheerful after these it's so creepy
although I do love Mina's "haha you're so silly. no." reaction to Van Helsing yelling at her to obey him lmao
I choose to reject monolingual Quincey, sorry. Let him speak Spanish
if things didn't go at such a rapid pace in this section, the Consul and Vice-Consul both being absent could seem mighty suspicious/be a big issue. But that doesn't really seem to make much of a difference, as they're able to get the information they need pretty quickly anyway
Everyone being kind and helpful <3
(in large part thanks to Arthur's money/status but still)
I do love the way this Captain is just like "well, it was the devil's wind but at least it was going the way we wanted so better to just go alone with it rather than make the devil mad" it's so funny
"he know when he meet his match!" making the skipper happy... buddy that's not truly a compliment for you it's Mina he's running from
"The Roumanians were wild, and wanted me right or wrong to take out the box and fling it in the river." another absolutely hilarious Ignominous End AU. I have a whole collection of funny ways this could happen but this is the closest to canon
"his arguments were pointed with specie - we doing the punctuation - and with a little bargaining he told us what he knew." again with the silly wordplay around bribery. Jonathan I love you
"telling him to receive, if possible before sunrise so as to avoid customs," I know they're bribing him right now to track down someone else's stuff but it's still very funny to me how blatantly this guy is just like 'yeah so I was asked to smuggle this giant box ashore'
Everything with Skinsky as well feels like it could have been a longer slower detective section. They keep getting sent to various people who might not be found or might not be willing to talk or turns out to be dead when you do find him, and maybe our heroes could get arrested/involved in the official investigation - but no, we have no time for that, everyone is in a huge hurry and this whole minimystery is resolved in less than a day while they head off
"As a preliminary step, I was released from my promise to her." Ohhhh he sounds so relieved <3
the way Mina complains about if she'd had to write with a pen is so funny. Very Jack of her.
this is such a big hero moment for Mina once again. they did all the legwork running down the clues, now it is Mina's job to look at the pieces and connect them together to figure out a plan. Not that anyone has assigned her that job precisely but she chooses to try and of course succeeds, now that she's once again caught up on Dracula Daily
the way Mina describes Jonathan.... I'm so soft about it, but also another instance of him not mentioning how badly off her is/downplaying it.
the line "can only summon fog and storm and snow and his wolves" is so funny. Like it makes sense in context but imagine complaining about such limited magical powers :( can only summon three weather phenomenons and a bunch of predators :(
Mina laying everything out logically is so sexy. Love the way her mind works
^ Jonathan right before he makes out with her in front of everyone
ART IS SO DETERMINED
also both of them playing to their strengths and quickly volunteering
Jack telling Art "we shall not rest until the Count's head and body have been separated" and looking at Jonathan... who later pushes himself too hard and isn't willing to rest until Art knows better and makes him
Mina's hesitation to say Vampire is so well done. so creepy
Jonathan is torn here between his two desires, to stay with and protect Mina, and to hunt and kill Dracula. I do love the way he and Arthur are the ones who get to go on the most likely direct route after him
the way Van Helsing says "I can die, if need be" is so solemn. So good
"your so swift little steamboat" awww it sounds so cute
Mina following in Jonathan's footsteps from the beginning of the novel....
I love the rousing music during this speech
oh godd the way Jonathan almost chokes up on "death-trap". How rough his voice gets, how thick with horrified emotion and breathing hard, and it feels like he is back there again, seeing it before his eyes (the moonlight, the shapes whirling in dust), feeling it again (the Vampire's lips on his throat-)
It's SO GOOD. that last line like such a fierce demand, and then utter agony when he sees Mina's scar
the intention is not for Mina to ever enter the castle
Jonathan's sob :(
Mina's glowing praise of the rich boys spreading around their wealth is a nice moodlifter
Mina's got a gun! Jonathan insisted!
ohhh god the little shaky breaths when Mina says she may never meet Jonathan again. The way her voice trembles on almost crying. Oh god, that farewell must have been so intense
I love Jonathan and Art's boat trip so much. But ESPECIALLY Art taking care of Jonathan and looking after him. It's so damn sweet.
the way Jonathan fears for her. how he calls her "my darling" <3
the looong pause after "her going out into that awful place..." and then the short little scoff. it has done terrible things to me.
the DELIVERY "of dark and... dreadful things" was SO OMINOUS
especially with the music and then ending the episode on that furnace door shutting...!
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journey-to-the-au · 9 months
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Sorry I was the first anon who asked about LMK, and it's so valid everything you said and as a person who enjoys LMK I honestly agree with you with some of the things. One thing I would like to say is this is a show based on the premise of "what if there was a modern new monkey king" ,but without changing Sun Wukong himself (I mean they definitely changed him but like you understand what I mean?) So this is set hundreds if not thousands of years later, so I don't think they killed off the main characters (ie the pilgrims) just to kill them off. For all we know they could have lived long amazing lives afterwards, even Ao Lie. This is a version set a LONG time after the JTTW, and the characters (Sun Wukong) wouldn't stay exactly the same as the book, but honestly he definitely still could!
They DEFINITELY changed a lot of things but honestly so do a lot of modern iterations (definitely not as much but everything is different) it's SUPPOSED to be different! Also the not mentioning Wukong killing a lot I HOPE they talk about more, but this is LEGO. A company that specifically doesn't ever make war or war like stuff as sets as they don't want to promote war. So take that as you will.
Anyway I hope you have an amazing rest of your week!!! I'm already loving your version so much, the art the story all make me happy!!! I hope I genuinely didn't sound like the over the top LMK fans, and I'm so so so SO sorry if I did! I just wanted to share this. But like I said before all of your opinions are completely valid and honestly I believe some of them too <3
Here's the thing about the original pilgrims and the 'rewards' they got at the end of the journey though, they were made functionally 'immortal' or long lived because of that. That's partly why I imagine ripping Buddhism from the show robbed them of that reward and their purpose of the journey to begin with. (I'm also not entirely sure why Tang Sanzang/Tripitaka has powers???? He's literally the most powerless of the group but he somehow has magic? That wasn't the point of him, his wide eye'd look on the world and how he saw the positive in all things was his power, his kindness was his power and that's what got him into trouble most of the time.)
I've seen my fair share of modern takes, alternative universes and such of JTTW and all of them have their positives and negatives - and yeah I completely understand WHY they wouldn't outright say Wukong up and murdered a bunch of people. But it makes they're treating him like another Rose Quartz situation. At least that's how it feels.
It's fine to do something different, but to someone who's been a fan of JTTW for a while it really feels like they just stripped away most of what made the original characters that do show up of anything substantial to them. And put 'substance' into characters that didn't need them to begin with. I feel like it could've been written a lot more if they maybe took into account how the journey ended and built off from there and not be afraid to draw from that like they're afraid to explore how inherently Buddhist the story is.
The descendants though? They're fine, they're sweet and I think they're interesting and light hearted on their own....could do without that awful trope of 'character torture = character development' though, that's another thing I forgot to mention personally hating.
But yeah I hope you have a good day, you're not an over the top fan you were just curious of my opinion and I value the one you've given me in return. May your days bring you joy.
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aspecpplarebeautiful · 10 months
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Previous vent Anon here about the unorganized spaces.
Someone in the comments mentioned the same thing pretty much about unorganized spaces and how people want to vent, with something else (I forgot that quickly, my memory sucks) and then said it’s best to scroll on if it doesn’t apply.
I think the same applies here. My vent doesn’t apply to everyone’s experience so if it doesn’t apply, then scroll. I don’t mean that in an ugly way but it’s just how it is. Personal experiences and what I’ve seen vs what you’ve seen is different. I do scroll on if it’s not of my interest, I’ve even blocked people that way I don’t have to see their stuff on my feed. But it still pops up anyway.
My main frustration here is the ones who generalize it and make it seem like it’s bad in general to experience love, yes those types of people exist.
Love can fucking suck. Love is complicated, complex, heartbreaking, and I hate it sometimes; I hate that it’s put on a pedestal saying that should be our only life goal. I’m not invalidating ones who experience that feeling 24/7 and want to vent about it, I don’t have a problem with them. I’m annoyed by the ones, again, who generalize it. Love can mean a lot to others. Ridding amatonormativity will be able to promote both the idea that love is beautiful but it can also suck and no one’s obligated to feel it or engage in it for whatever reason. Promoting the idea that love sucks and isn’t beautiful and it’s disgusting that others feel it doesn’t help.
Yeah, I get where you're coming from, Anon. I definitely agree that amatonormativity is the real issue, and it affects us all in different ways. I think part of the problem is that venting itself is rarely nuanced and thoughtful and just the circumstances of a bunch of different people being pushed into the same space, people are going to butt heads. It's not just relationships to love I see this for, either. We're a big diverse community, and there's a lot of competing needs going around.
Scrolling past is one option, but I think it's just human nature to be affected by posts that seem to be attacking what's important to us, even if you do understand where that person may be coming from. While I agree it's best to move on and not to interact, you can't always help having an emotional reaction and that's OK. I am a big believer in utilizing the block button. Unfortunately Tumblr doesn't give us a muting option, but blocking someone doesn't necessarily mean the other person is even doing anything wrong, it just means they're posting things you're not interested in or don't want to see.
It's important to use the tools we have to curate our online spaces as much as we can. This can also mean unfollowing people, hiding certain tags, if possible, etc. Don't be afraid to do what you have to to have a good experience on here.
All the best, Anon!
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strawbrygashez · 5 months
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If the narrator journals-
•He writes mostly about Tyler and what happened that day that included him. He very rarely writes things that doesn’t have to do with him in some shape or form. When it doesn’t have to do with Tyler it’s more than likely him just complaining about his boss and work in general.
•He writes things down he wishes he has the courage to say to Tyler. He has so many thoughts about Tyler everyday… and he feels like he’s gonna die if he doesn’t get them out somehow. He goes on about how beautiful he is, how smart he is, he makes a lists of complements he wants to give him, he writes his prayers he’d say to Tyler down… just anything. He also writes poems based off Tyler and his little gushhyyyy feelings about him.
•He hides his journal under his mattress. He makes sure to in the morning before he heads off for work.
•He writes in his journal like every single night since he knows he won’t be able to sleep anyways so why not spend that time doing something
•he writes threats to people that interact with Tyler 💀 including marla. He always has to literally bite down on his tongue to keep him from saying threats out loud to people when it comes to tyler so.. he lets them out in his little diary.
•He’s written a couple suic*de notes in there tbh. On very hard days. He ends up too emotionally exhausted to go do anything after he writes them out tho. I feel likes it more of a thing where he knows he actually won’t go thru with it but like, if he was to take his life then and there, what he writes is what he’d want to leave for whoever to find.
•He keeps notes of things he finds out Tyler likes. Bands, colors, scents, fabrics, foods, tv shows, sweets, movies, and all that.
•He writes down anything Tyler has said to him that day that stood out to him. He thinks everything Tyler says is important but if there is just something he can’t stop thinking about, he will write it down. Even if it’s a negative thing or something mean it goes down in the journal. Like Tyler can say “man you’re too obedient. You’d probably suck your bosses dick if he told you to” and the narrator would write it down 💀
•The little creep has probably snuck one of Tylers colognes one time while Tyler was out, and sprayed it on a page in there so he can smell it whenever……. he’s probably stolen like some discarded candy wrap from his room and shoved it into the journal too.
•Tyler ends up finding the journal eventually. He reads every single thing written down in it. He will either immediately let him know or he will hold onto the fact he’s read it for a good moment.
If Tyler journals-
•It’s much more random when he does. He doesn’t think he wants to journal, he probably just had one so he can write down all his plans for project mayhem but he ends up slipping into writing his thoughts sometimes in there also. He can go months without writing more personal things in there.
•It’s all a lot less serious than what the narrator writes for the most part. Like most of it is just crap like “>:( Jack forgot to say goodbye this morning before work. What a jerk.” or even more random things like how he hated the movie he had to play in the theater a certain night or he draws himself beating up or killing people that were mean to him at the hotel.
•He uses glitter pens. His excuse for owning them was he found them at the thrift store for super cheap so it’s whatever. He also stole one of those pens that have a fluffy puff at the end from Marla.
•He draws stick figures of him and the narrator sometimes. It’s stuff that would make the narrator go like -_- at tho. Like he draws Jack with heart eyes, on his knees looking up at him or its Jack looking crazy at his desk. Just a bunch of goofy stuff…but also there is a couple where he draws hearts around them both.
•He glued a picture of them together down on one page. (Okay its more likely he used a piece of chewed up gum as ‘glue’ for the picture but ew)
•He hides his under his pillow. If the narrator sees it & asks what it is Tyler will just tell him to mind his own business or if he’s feeling nice he will say it’s just plans he has for Project mayhem. He will yank it away if he goes to pick it up.
•If he’s having a hard day and maybe said something to make the narrator upset he will put a little “sorry Jack.” somewhere on the paper :(
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