💫 Keep your unrealistic punctuality expectations to yourself 🤚 | Here’s a rough timelapse of the making of Louise. I first sketched her years ago in an old sketchbook I no longer own. As soon as the pen-and-paper sketch was ready, I began drawing her on my iPad, which explains why you see me tracing digitally from a notebook page.
I often start a sketch, and in the process, a story or a piece of dialogue will come to me—that’s how I’ll know I have something. This process reminds me a bit of how songwriters create music: some of them come up with the melody first and then the lyrics, while for others, the lyrics always come first. Well, in my case, the sketch usually comes first, and the story takes shape as I draw.
As nothing came to me while tracing her for the second time, I set her aside for months—years, actually—and I’d nearly given up on her until a few weeks ago, when I found her while looking through my old sketch files for inspiration. And then it came to me, so here she is 💖 our queen of running late, Louise.
Oh no!! I’m late!! Have a wonderful day…well, what’s left if it!! #RunningLate #wishingyouagreatday https://www.instagram.com/p/CpI1e8gPu6m/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Day 9 of #juneToon A late and Quick Captain America for the prompt word Shield. #runninglate @GetATom @haroartist @omarsalinasart #born2drawcreations #artofdavo77 #art #artist #instagramartist #drawingoftheday #disney #junetoon2022 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cela8NiP7jP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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🕒⏳ Hey there, time-conscious Tumblr fam! So, you're running late? No worries! We've all been there, and trust me, it happens to the best of us. But fear not, because I've got your back with some quick tips on what to do when you find yourself racing against the clock. Here we go:
Stay Calm: First things first, take a deep breath. Panicking won't make time move any faster, so keep a cool head and stay focused.
Prioritize: Figure out what absolutely needs to get done and what can wait. Focus on the most important tasks first and leave the rest for later.
Communicate: If you're running late for a meeting or appointment, shoot a quick message or call ahead to let the other party know. It shows respect and helps manage expectations.
Streamline Your Routine: Cut down on non-essential tasks and streamline your routine to save time. Opt for quick and easy breakfast options, skip the elaborate makeup routine, and stick to the essentials.
Multitask Strategically: While you're on the move, use your time wisely by multitasking strategically. Listen to podcasts or audiobooks during your commute, or catch up on emails while waiting in line.
Plan Ahead: Learn from the experience and use it as motivation to plan ahead in the future. Set alarms, lay out your clothes the night before, and map out your schedule to avoid last-minute rushes.
Remember, being late every once in a while is inevitable, but how you handle it can make all the difference. So take a deep breath, stay positive, and keep moving forward! You've got this! 🌟💼 #TimeManagement #RunningLate #StayCalm #Prioritize #Communicate #Streamline #Multitask #PlanAhead #YouGotThis
Welp, this is the first piece for the OC-tober challenge! Ironic, isn’t it? TTuTT For whatever reason, I forgot that the month of April doesn’t have a 31st day. So now, every post for this challenge will be one day behind.
Anyway, this is AU Keiichi. He’s another favorite of mine. He’s 22, loud, mischievous, and a bit off his rocker.
While he may seem to be running late, it most definitely isn’t for school and he likely doesn’t even care that he’s late.
Ugh, sorry all. I had a deadline this morning that took all my time this weekend. Here's a combined day 10 & 11. I still owe you a day 12, but I'm running late this morning lol. Oh, well. Tis life right?
Day 10: Abandon
Day 11: Childhood
Ladybug found that the next room was full of tiny kittens. Their cries filled the air and melted her heart. Momentarily forgetting Adrien for a moment, she squatted down and gently scratched a grey and black striped kitten between the ears. The kitten purred at her touch and several more walked up to her. She smiled and proceeded to pet them all in turn. Before she knew it, she was sitting cross-legged on the floor covered with kittens.
"Will you take one home?" a voice asked her. Looking up she saw a small version of Adrien. He appeared to be ten or so and was wearing an orange shirt with camo pants; a rather interesting look for the blonde-haired boy.
"They were all abandoned by their mother," he was saying with sad eyes. "Will you take one?"
"Adrien, this is your mind. I don't think I can take one home." She said. The boy nodded and she could tell he was upset. She glanced around and then realized what the connection was.
"You miss her," she said gently. "Your mother I mean."
The boy looked her in the eye and she could see his pain. He sniffled slightly and Ladybug quickly got to her feet.
"It isn't fair," he cried as she pulled him into a tight hug. "Why did she have to leave? Why did she abandon me?"
"Oh, Adrien," she sighed, not knowing what to say to him. "She loved you very much. You know that."
"Then why did she have to go on that trip? She could have stayed home! Why did she have to leave?"
"Adrien, I don't have the answer, but I know that she never would have left if she knew she wouldn't come back." Ladybug felt like she was drowning. She didn't know the circumstances of his mother's death, but she was trying her best to comfort him with the little information she had.
"I need her back," he said, his voice breaking with tears. "I need her to come home."
"She can't do that, Adrien. You know that."
The boy buried his face deeper into Ladybug's chest as he cried. Looking around the room, she saw that the cats were no longer paying attention to her. She also saw that they were in a large room. The style of the room suggested this was a part of the Agreste mansion, however, this room was set up with a large chalkboard and a student desk; a school room.
"Is this where you do your school?" she asked, recalling that Adrien had been homeschooled until just a few years ago. "Did your mother used to teach you?"
"She made it fun," he said. "I didn't mind being homeschool when she was here. We played games and laughed. Natalie is nice, but it isn't the same."
"What kind of games?" she asked, curoius to know more about Adrien's childhood.
"Hopscotch. That was her favorite. I really liked playing it, but Natalie and Father don't approve of hopscotch. They say you look 'undignified' when you're playing it."
"Then let's play hopscotch," she said with a smile. The boy pulled back and looked up at her.
"Really? You'll play with me?" he asked, his green eyes slightly red from crying.
"Really. I love hopscotch. Let's play a game together. It might make you feel better."
Adrien smiled and ran off towards the desk. He quickly pulled out a piece of chalk and together they drew the necessary pattern on the floor. Soon enough, they were taking turns throwing a green beanbag and hopping along the tile floor. Ladybug smiled as she saw Adrien start to relax and seem happier. His eyes still looked a little sad, but she assumed they always would. This was a part of him that needed his mother. She couldn't imagine how painful her death had been for him and she found that she had a deeper respect for her crush. Life hadn't always been easy for him, but he was always managing to smile.
"Thank you for playing with me, but I think you had better get going," Adrien said after several games. "The akuma is still out there."
"Alright. Maybe we can play hopscotch another time." She replied, handing the beanbag to him.
"Don't you think we are a little old for hopscotch?" he asked with a look that seemed much older than ten.
"Adrien, I literally play with a yo-yo every day. You're never too old to play anything."
"Alright, alright," Adrien said as he laughed and shook his head. "You're right. Remind me when this attack is over and we can play."
"Sounds like a date then," she said without thinking.
"Sounds like." He confirmed, giving her a wink before disappearing in a burst of green light.
For the first couple of years in my role as a human suddenly in charge of younger humans, I was good at holding in curse words. I’m not that great anymore. I blame the kids. They do more things that require cursing. I’ll give an example. Yesterday, running late for school, we’re hurrying to the car, and the 9-year-old just stops and stares into the distance. You know the joke about ADHD people where they’re saying something important and then cut themselves off and yell “SQUIRREL!” and run away. I honestly believe he was staring at a squirrel because there was NOTHING else around. If we weren’t in a hurry, I’d go, “Hey bud, what are you looking at?” but knowing we’re late, I ask, “What the shit are you doing?!?” I know the F-word fits better in that statement, but I save that curse for special occasions. The kid snaps out of the gaze and hustles to the car. The 6 y.o. is in the backseat already, but not buckled in, she’s on the floor suddenly fascinated by the markers that have been rolling around under her feet for months. “What the shit are YOU doing?!?” The kids both laugh at the question. They laugh when I curse. Probably because it doesn’t happen too often. Only during random marker inspections and impromptu squirrel watching. Except it’s not always a squirrel or markers. It’s whenever they’re not doing what I need them to be doing. Which, now that I think about it, is all the fucking time. -- #parenting #family #parentinglife #fatherhood #notes #messagewithabottle #fathersofinstagram #dads #dadsofinstagram #lifewithkids #notes #runninglate #cursing https://www.instagram.com/p/B5st0iAgKTj/?igshid=1qaw55r2fi7zg