#for both practice and the app

[sondersketches]

Sonder Sketch (February 7, 2024 / June 10, 2024), Original Inspiration: Shape Art, Prompt Submission: Raptor

This is a digital sketch/painting done using a watercolor brush and a sized-up pen brush. It was drawn on the free Sketches app on Android with a phone stylus, originally for practice with what I call Shape Art. I have an easier time figuring out the color/paint before adding lineart, I get easily frustrated by the results when I go the other way; so Shape Art is when I select a random color, size the brush to fit the canvas, paint a random shape, erase as needed, and add lineart and detail at the end. I think this is also how normal painting works for professional artists, but with more randomness in the process than I usually see. I'm self-taught, so I don't know the standards of painting or drawing or single-layer digital art very well. This piece was later submitted as the second entry for a prompt from the Sketch a Day app/site that provides daily drawing prompts and has a supportive community that liked both the submission I was unsatisfied with and this one.

I originally used just orange, then added gray and started to see the potential shape of an owl take form. The feet, tail feathers (fur?), crown markings, and stars were added last. I used a blur tool on the stars to give the sense of a slightly ethereal scene and to create an illusion of distance behind the owl. I also used a text tool to neatly type the words at the bottom, which read "Starlight Owl Creature / Among the stars." My penmanship in such a small space wouldn't have been legible by comparison. The proportions of the creature aren't realistic or accurate, but the nice thing about Shape Art is that they don't have to be in order for me to accomplish the goal I set when starting the piece.

I like this piece a lot, despite my perfectionism insisting that if I could still do better then I haven't done good enough. The expression is endearing, the colors work well, the blur tool on the stars came out well, the color contrast on the text looks nice, and the proportions make it look soft and friendly. It's easily recognizable as both an owl and a magical creature of some kind, making it interesting and fun. I think this random shape was a good one, and while I can always do better I think I did well with this one.

[fuchsea]

forgot i had videos on my camera as well. i miss him 😔

[betelgeusing]

getting into hockey was an awesome decision, btw. have heard myself deliver some thrilling commentary out loud like "OH my goodness" and "be careful, boys!" when the players tussle or trip each other. earlier in this game the camera zoomed in on a benched player who was staring so far into space I don't think he knew he was alive. they were focusing on his teammate beside him but legit slowly panned over and zoomed in closer and closer on him. he did not regain consciousness that I could see before they finally cut away and the commentators were not at any point talking about him. there's a player named hyman there

eta: hockey commenter really just said "he pumps bouchard with a wrister"???? one of the refs looks like john travolta. this is a silly sport

[moonstonecanyon]

(09/01-02/2024.)

maybe one day,

[drunkonduty]

Nakey (well in boxers SFW) under cut

I KEEP FORGETTING I HAVE TUMBLR URRGGH

[pancakeke]

QR codes for restaurant menus actually rule if you or someone in your group has a food allergy.

printing new menus costs money and most restaurants don't want to do that unless absolutely necessary. especially considering how restaurants don't even have to change their recipes for menu items to suddenly change allergen status. restaurants at the mercy of the manufacturing practices and ingredients of their suppliers. when the menu is on a website it's way easier to maintain at a relatively low cost. it makes the menu searchable too which also rules.

[stonesandswords]

ugh my dad is such a dick head asshole when he drinks/gets drunk and i really can’t stand him

[seaofreverie]

We're entering "I should start my semi-break" time now since sparks tour time is almost here. Yep. Planned from tomorrow until the 20th june or so at the least. Goodbyeeeeeee !!! See you all soon ❤️

[gifti3]

so yea running servers isnt like a cheap thing is what ive been learning these past couple weeks

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

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[dashiellqvverty]

“boycotts work” in response to starbucks apparently losing money like… okay work to do what??? what has starbucks done, in response to losing money due to the boycott, to stop materially supporting israel? well. they weren’t materially supporting israel in the first place, were they. like perhaps i missed something in all of this but if i’m not mistaken it started because of them suing union members who posted about supporting palestine? which sucks! but… what is the express goal of boycotting them? punish them for being in support israel? sure! a perfectly good reason not to spend your money at starbucks! there’s PLENTY of good reasons not to give starbucks your money im all for, in general, not financially supporting them. but you can’t say a boycott “worked” if there was no goal in the first place. beyond making them lose money. you’re supposed to make them lose money SO THAT THEY WILL DO SOMETHING. starbucks is not a part of the official bds boycott list! mcdonald’s was added but starbucks still hasn’t been! because again. there is no clear goal. AND YET it’s the most “popular” thing to boycott. bc everyone can feel like they’re participating bc it’s *starbucks* and yeah you’re not buying HP or puma products every day to begin with but not buying your starbucks drink makes you feel like you’re doing something.

[lookwhatyoumademelou]

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[ilovolderman]

The Match

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: While secretly dating You, Bucky gets roped into a dating app by Sam

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: humor, fluff, secret dating, light jealousy

A/N: this can be read as a standalone even though it's part of a series called "You Said What" (this is already part 5, so yes, im calling it a series.) It doesn't necessarily follow a specific order, but if you want to check out the other parts, here they are: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4. thanks for reading, i hope you like it :)

The kitchen was warm and quiet, filled with the soft morning light pouring in through the big windows. You were curled up on the counter in one of Bucky’s henleys — technically yours now, since you’d claimed it after “accidentally” falling asleep in it two months ago. He hadn’t asked for it back.

Bucky stood between your legs, his hands resting gently on your thighs as he stole tiny sips from your coffee cup every time you lowered it.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you mumbled, narrowing your eyes at him as he swiped it again.

He smirked, brushing a thumb over your knee. “Can’t help it. Yours always tastes better.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned forward anyway, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. He caught you halfway and turned it into a real kiss — slow, unhurried, the kind that made time feel irrelevant.

You sighed against his lips. “If you keep kissing me like that, we’re never gonna eat.”

“We can skip breakfast,” he murmured, voice low, teasing.

“And deal with Sam’s ‘someone didn’t have their Wheaties’ speech again? No thanks.”

Bucky groaned and stepped back, reluctantly, while you hopped off the counter. You started prepping your coffee again, and he leaned close to watch.

“One scoop…” he counted aloud.

You snuck a glance at him and grinned. “Three.”

“Three?” he fake-gasped. “You planning to vibrate through walls?”

“Says the guy who had four yesterday.”

“Three and a half,” he corrected, deadpan.

You snorted. “Uh-huh. Keep lying to yourself, grandpa.”

He gave you a playful glare but said nothing, instead leaning over to steal one of your toast slices like a thief in the night.

And then — of course — the kitchen door swung open.

“Okay, what the hell is this domestic energy?” Sam’s voice boomed as he walked in. “Am I interrupting a rom-com or—?”

You and Bucky practically jumped apart like teenagers caught red-handed. You reached for the peanut butter like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Morning,” you both said, far too casually, far too in sync.

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Weird. Anyway…”

He turned to Bucky, eyes narrowing as he opened the fridge. “You look grumpier than usual.”

“I always look like this.”

“That’s what worries me,” Sam said, pulling out the orange juice. “You need a little somethin’ in your life. A spark. Some romance.”

You snorted into your coffee. “Wow, subtle.”

Sam shot you a grin. “I’m serious, Bucky. You look miserable and I’m sick of it. Your need to get out there. Meet people. Real people. People who don’t, y’know, punch aliens for a living.”

“I’m not miserable,” Bucky muttered, taking a very aggressive bite of toast.

Sam ignored him. “You need someone to, like, hold your hand and remind you that the world isn’t complete garbage.”

“Y/N does that,” Bucky said before realizing. His eyes flicked to you. Yours widened slightly.

“Uh— I mean…” he coughed. “You could. You’re good at pep talks.”

Smooth. Real smooth.

But Sam was too busy with his phone to notice the weird energy. “Anyway, I’m gonna download Spark for you.”

“Oh no,” you whispered.

“Oh yes.” Sam grinned, typing furiously. “It’s like Tinder but for people who still believe in feelings.”

“Delete it,” Bucky said immediately.

“Too late. Already making your profile. Okay — full name?”

“Absolutely not.”

Sam looked up. “Fine, we’ll just put ‘Bucky B.’ You sound like a retired DJ. Age... one-oh-six... but we’ll round down to thirty-five. Close enough.”

You had to cover your mouth with your hand to stop from laughing. Bucky looked like he was actually malfunctioning.

“Give me your phone. I'm deleting it.”

“Nope.” Sam sidestepped him and kept typing. “Bio time. What do you want it to say? ‘Strong, silent, may or may not have trauma, will kill spiders for you’?”

“Sam.”

“Oh! And profile picture.” Sam’s grin went feral. “I’m gonna use the one from Clint’s barbecue.”

Bucky froze. “No. Not the one where—”

“Yup,” Sam said, turning the phone around dramatically. “The one where you’re smiling. A real smile. The people gotta see the goods, man.”

You wheezed. “That’s actually a really good picture.”

“It is,” Sam agreed, tapping to save the profile. “Now we wait. Trust me, you're gonna get matches faster than Tony blows money.”

Bucky looked physically pained.

And then… the phone buzzed.

“Oh snap — you already got a match! Girl named Olivia.” Sam said, scrolling like a man on a mission. “Look at this—she hikes, she volunteers at animal shelters. Honestly, Buck, she’s like a Hallmark movie in human form. You should totally message her.”

You blinked.

Something inside you twisted — that unwelcome, unmistakable burn of jealousy curling in your chest.

Bucky looked… surprised. And then cautious. “That was fast.”

“She’s cute,” Sam said, scrolling. “She said you have nice eyes. You should message her. Or better yet, go on a date. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You forced a laugh. “Yeah, Buck. You should totally go.”

Bucky turned toward you slowly. His smile had faded into something softer. Thoughtful. He tilted his head, studying your face like it was a puzzle he was halfway through solving.

“…Maybe,” he said carefully, like he was testing the word.

You smiled a little too tightly. “Good for you.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, like he could see right through you.

You lasted approximately six hours before cracking. Not that you were counting.

You’d spent the day trying not to think about Olivia. Or her "kind eyes". Or the fact that Bucky had apparently matched with her in under a minute. Not that it mattered, obviously. You were cool. Chill. Entirely unaffected.

…Until Bucky found you in the hallway on your way back to your room, grabbed your hand, and wordlessly tugged you into his.

He shut the door behind you, arms crossed. He didn't look mad. Just… knowing.

You tried to play it cool. “If this is about the last cookie, I swear I thought it was mine.”

“It’s not about the cookie.”

You looked up at him, heart thudding. “Then what?”

Bucky’s eyes didn’t waver. “You told me to go. Like it didn’t bother you.”

You scoffed lightly, trying to brush it off. “I was just being cool. Y’know, chill. Unbothered.”

“You were seething, doll.”

You rolled your eyes, but your chest tightened. “Okay, maybe a little. So what?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away. He just watched you for a second, his silence pressing gently around your walls. Not demanding, not accusing — just waiting for you to be honest.

You exhaled and leaned back against the door. “I know I said it didn’t bother me, but the second Sam said you matched with someone, it was like—like my stomach dropped out.”

His brow furrowed, stepping closer.

You continued, voice softer. “I know you love me. I do. But the idea of someone else getting even a piece of you… I hated it. And that scared me. I didn’t want to be the clingy one or the insecure one or the girl who flips out over some dumb dating app.”

Bucky’s face softened completely. “Hey.”

He closed the gap and cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“You are not insecure. You’re not clingy. You’re human. And you love me.” He kissed your forehead gently. “I want you to care.”

Your chest cracked wide open, and you let yourself lean into him.

“I don’t want to share you, Buck,” you whispered. “Not even a little.”

“You never have to,” he murmured. “You’ve got all of me. Always.”

“…So what about Olivia?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

He shrugged. “I unmatched her hours ago. Right after you said good for you like you were trying not to cry.”

You gaped. “You what?”

Bucky smirked. “The only person I want… is you.”

Your heart stuttered, full and aching and impossibly light all at once. “Bucky—”

“You’ve had me from the moment you stole my henley and never gave it back.” His voice was barely a whisper. “You don’t have to be chill. You don’t have to play it cool. You already have all of me.”

Your laugh was shaky, but your smile was real. “Even if I get all weird over fictional matches on dating apps?”

He grinned. “Especially then.”

You leaned into him, your fingers curling around the hem of his shirt. “So you’re not going on a date with Olivia?”

“Nope,” he said, nuzzling your nose with his. “Unless you change your name and start volunteering at animal shelters.”

You snorted. “I would for you.”

Bucky kissed you then — sweet, slow, soft. The kind of kiss that made you forget all the awkward moments of the morning. The kind that made you feel like you were the only two people in the world.

You laughed into the kiss, your fingers curling around his shirt. “You absolute...”

“—Boyfriend material?” Bucky finished, hopeful.

You smiled, lighter than you had all day. “Absolutely.”

Somewhere down the hall, Sam shouted, “I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DELETED SPARK—!”

You broke apart, laughing breathlessly. “We should probably tell him.”

Bucky sighed into your neck. “Or we fake our deaths and disappear into the Alps.”

“Tempting.”

next part

taglist: @svtbpbts @cupids-mf-arrow @whitewolfluvr @cece2608 @yehfitoormera @yesiamthatwierd

[verifiablebot]

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[n1pp]

Hobbies to try in your 20s

Explore art:

Tap into your creative side with painting, drawing, or sculpting. Art is not only therapeutic but also a fantastic way to express yourself and even decorate your space.

Reading:

Join a book club or set a personal reading challenge. From classic literature to modern thrillers, reading can expand your horizons and provide endless inspiration.

Get into gardening:

Whether you have a big backyard or just a small apartment balcony, gardening can be a relaxing and fulfilling hobby.Grow your own herbs, flowers, or vegetables!

Experiment with cooking:

Take on new recipes and cooking techniques. From baking bread to mastering the art of sushi, cooking can be both a practical skill and a creative outlet.

Try photography:

Capture the beauty around you and tell your story through the lens. Experiment with different styles, like portrait or landscape photography, and maybe even start a photo blog.

Practice yoga or meditation:

Incorporate mindfulness into your routine to reduce stress and enhance your overall well-being.

Learn to code:

Dive into the world of programming and build your own apps or websites. Coding is a valuable skill that can open up career opportunities and enhance your problem-solving abilities.

Challenge yourself with puzzles:

Engage your brain with jigsaw puzzles, crosswords, or brain teasers. It's a great way to relax and keep your mind sharp.

Try acting or improv:

Step out of your comfort zone and explore your theatrical side. Acting classes or improv groups can boost your confidence and creativity.

Travel and explore:

If possible, travel to new places, even if it's just a nearby town.Experiencing new cultures and environments can broaden your perspective and inspire new passions.

Try pottery:

Get your hands dirty and create beautiful, functional pieces with pottery. It's a relaxing and creative way to express yourself, and you'll end up with unique, handmade items.

Play games:

Board games,video games, or strategy games can be a great way to unwind and bond with friends.

Learn a new language:

Expand your horizons by learning a new language.It opens up opportunities for travel, cultural exchange, and even new career prospects. Plus, it's a fun and challenging way to keep your brain active.

Start a YouTube Channel or blog:

Share your passions, knowledge, or daily life through videos or written content. It's a creative outlet and a way to connect with like-minded individuals.

[meadowfics]

babymama

cho hyun-ju x f!pregnant!eader

synopsis: headcannons of hyun-ju helping you, her wife, give birth <3

warnings: no stupid squid games! baby is biologically both of yours <3

hyunju has been preparing for this moment since the day you both found out you were pregnant.

she’s read every book, attended every birthing class, and even practiced breathing techniques with you.

inside of her own head, she wished her military experience could've helped.

however, she was confident that everything was under control.

your wife's hands love gently resting on your belly as she whispers sweet reassurances to you and babygirl.

the woman's attentiveness is unmatched.

she’s memorized your birth plan, packed the hospital bag weeks in advance, and even made a playlist of soothing songs for the delivery room.

every detail matters to her because she knows this is your shared miracle.

the miracle she thought shed never have or experience.

in the early stages of labor, hyunju is a steady presence.

she’s by your side at home, rubbing your lower back as contractions start.

“you’re so strong, y/n,”

"breathe.."

"there is five minutes between every contraction. you're doing so good mama."

she murmurs everything.

hyun-jus voice is always soft but firm, grounding you.

she times each contraction with a stopwatch app on her phone, her brow furrowed in concentration.

when you wince, she’s quick to hold your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“i’ve got you. just breathe with me, okay? in… and out…”

when it’s time to head to the hospital, hyunju is a whirlwind of calm efficiency.

she grabs the hospital bag, helps you into the car, and keeps one hand on your thigh during the drive, squeezing gently whenever you tense up.

“we’re almost there, my love,”

she says, her voice a warm spot in your mind.

she’s already called the hospital to let them know you’re coming, ensuring everything is ready.

due to past experiences with the hospital setting, hyun-ju is hyper-aware of how medical spaces can sometimes overlook people, so she’s prepared to advocate fiercely for both you and your baby.

at the hospital, hyunju transforms into your fiercest protector.

she’s polite but unwavering, making sure the nurses and doctors follow your birth plan to the letter.

when a nurse suggests something outside your preferences, hyunju steps in with a gentle but firm,

“excuse me, we discussed this in our plan. y/n wants to try natural pain management first and see how things do from there.”

hyunju's attentiveness to your needs is unwavering.

she notices every grimace, every shift in your posture, and she’s quick to ask,

“do you need more pillows? anything?”

as labor intensifies, hyunju stays glued to your side.

she holds your hand, letting you squeeze as hard as you need, even when her fingers go numb.

“you’re doing so well, y/n,”

she says, her eyes shining with pride and love.

she brushes damp hair from your forehead, her touch feather-light. when you’re too tired to speak, she reads your body language, offering sips of water or adjusting the room’s lighting to keep you comfortable.

hyunju’s own journey as a trans woman adds a layer of profound emotion to the experience.

she’s always dreamed of motherhood but never thought she’d see a child born from her love, carrying her biological traits.

in fact, she never believed that someone would love her enough to go through all of this with her.

however, you loved hyunju more than anything.

the way hyunju has been so caring and protective over you during your pregnancy only makes you want more childern with the strong woman.

as she watches you labor, she’s overwhelmed with gratitude.

“you’re giving me something i never thought i’d have,”

she whispers during a quiet moment, her voice thick with tears.

“this baby… she’s ours. she’s proof of us.”

when the pain peaks, hyunju becomes your cheerleader.

she kneels by the bed, her face close to yours, and says,

“you’re the strongest person i know, y/n. you’re bringing our daughter into the world. i’m so proud of you.”

she never lets go of your hand, her grip a steady reminder that she’s with you every step of the way.

hyunju’s attentiveness extends to the medical team.

she notices when a doctor seems rushed and gently but firmly asks for clarification.

“can you explain what that means for y/n and the baby?”

she asks, her tone calm but insistent.

she’s not just there for you emotionally.

she’s your advocate, ensuring your voice is heard even when you’re too exhausted to speak.

as you start pushing, hyunju’s emotions spill over.

she’s still holding your hand, but tears stream down her face as she watches you fight to bring your daughter into the world.

“you’re almost there, love,”

she says, her voice breaking as she holds one of your legs.

“i can’t believe how incredible you are.”

she’s in awe of you, her heart swelling with love and admiration.

she presses a kiss to your forehead, whispering,

“we’re so close to meeting her.”

when your daughter is born, the room fills with the sound of her first cry, and hyunju sobs openly.

she’s overwhelmed, her chest heaving as she looks at the tiny, perfect baby.

its her daughter, your daughter, the embodiment of your love.

“she’s here,”

hyunju chokes out, her voice raw with emotion.

“y/n, she’s here, and she’s beautiful.”

the doctor places the baby on your chest, and hyunju leans in, her hand trembling as she touches her daughter’s tiny fingers.

hyunju can’t stop staring at your daughter.

she sees her own features in the baby’s face.

the shape of her eyes, the curve of her nose.

it hits her like a strong wave.

“she’s got my eyes,”

she whispers, her voice filled with wonder.

“and your cheeks, y/n. look at her… she’s perfect.”

this moment is everything hyunju never dared to dream of, a tangible proof of her love with you, a love she once thought couldn’t create life.

as you rest, hyunju stays close, cradling your daughter when you’re too tired to hold her.

she sits beside you, the baby nestled in her arms, and she hums softly, a lullaby she’s practiced for months.

“i’m your mama,”

she whispers to the baby, her voice thick with emotion.

“and she's your mommy. you have is the bravest mommy in the world.”

she looks at you, her eyes shining.

hyunju’s attentiveness doesn’t stop after the birth.

she’s hyper-aware of your needs as you recover, fluffing your pillows, bringing you snacks, and making sure you’re comfortable.

when you’re ready to breastfeed, she’s there, adjusting the pillows to support you as she helps you with babygirl.

she’s in awe of your strength, and she tells you so constantly.

when the nurses come to check on you, hyunju is quick to ask questions.

“is y/n’s recovery on track? what can we do to help her heal?”

she’s not overbearing, but she’s diligent, ensuring you get the best care.

you make sure that the staff knows hyunju is the other mother, proudly introducing her as, "this is hyunju, my wife and our daughter’s other mama.”

the pride in your family is radiant.

hyunju’s love for your daughter is boundless.

she’s the first to change a diaper, her hands careful but confident as she murmurs to the whiney baby, “don’t worry, little one, mama’s got you.”

she’s meticulous, making sure everything is perfect for your baby.

when your daughter fusses, hyunju rocks her gently, singing softly until she quiets.

“she knows my voice already,”

she says to you, her smile wide and full of wonder.

as you both prepare to leave the hospital, hyunju takes charge, packing up your things and double-checking the car seat.

“we’re bringing our girl home,”

you says, your voice trembling with excitement.

she helps you into the car, her hand lingering on yours.

“you did something incredible, y/n. i’m so grateful for you.”

hyunju's eyes are wet again, but she’s smiling, her love for you and your daughter shining through.

at home, hyunju’s attentiveness heightens.

she sets up a cozy corner for you to rest, complete with blankets and your favorite snacks.

when your daughter cries in the middle of the night, hyunju is up in an instant, saying, “i’ll get her, love. you rest.”

hyunju brings the baby to you for feeding, sitting beside you and stroking your hair as you nurse.

hyunju loves pointing out the traits your daughter inherited from both of you.

“she’s got your stubborn streak,”

she teases when your daughter refuses a bottle, but her tone is full of affection.

“and your knack for drama,”

you add, laughing when the baby lets out a particularly loud wail.

every little trait feels like a miracle to her, a reminder that your love created this perfect little person.

one quiet evening, as you both watch your daughter sleep, hyunju turns to you, her eyes soft.

“i used to think i’d never know what it’s like to be a mother,”

she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“but you… you gave me this. you made me a mama. i love you so much, y/n.”

she kisses you gently, her lips warm against yours.

you pulled away, smiling at her with the biggest twinkle in your eyes.

"you're the only person I'd ever carry this love with, hyunju."

hyunju’s advocacy never wavers for you.

at doctor’s appointments, she’s there, asking questions and taking notes.

“is the baby’s weight gain on track? what about y/n’s recovery?”

she’s not just attentive to your daughter, she’s attuned to you, making sure you’re supported as a new mother.

"hyunju, you don-"

“no, love.. you’re doing so much,”

she tells you.

“let me take care of you, too.”

as your daughter grows, hyunju remains the most loving, attentive mother.

she celebrates every milestone with you, from the first smile to the first giggle.

“look at her, y/n,”

she says, her voice full of awe as your daughter reaches for her.

hyunju’s tears come easily, but they’re always happy tears.

she cannot believe this testament to the life you’ve built together.

every night, hyunju holds you close, your daughter sleeping between you.

“this is everything,”

she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.

“you, her, us. i’ll spend my whole life loving you both.”

masterlist

authors note: BECAUSE SHE IS ALIVE AND I FUCKING SAID SO

sorry

tags: @hyunjusbiggestfan