hello mr best artist ever!!! i was wondering what your boundaries are regarding writing fanfiction about your characters, or our ocs in your universe! you’ve created a small army of nd artists who want to show their appreciation of your character design n i want to show my appreciation too ♡♡♡
That's a very generous nickname you've given me there dude, boy howdy XD
My personal limits when it comes to Fanfic are just the same as for Fanart tbh! Which is to say that as long as y'all are having fun, clearly crediting any of my characters/stories that you wanna draw or write about, and (obviously) not writing or drawing my characters in any illegal or creepy contexts; then any fan-content y'all may be inspired to make is always super cool to see! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
Bless ya for asking before diving into anything though, and for wanting to make anything in the first place! 💖
yeah, been said a million times, but Those People are actual losers. it’s actually incredibly weird to suddenly pretend to care about matt again + imply that the show has an obligation to be cancelled just because josie left. “THEY’RE KEEPING MATT OVER PRECIOUS KAYLEE? CANCEL THE SHOW!!” but y’all stayed tuned in when it was peyton right? 🤔
yes, matt sucks. everybody knows he sucks. everybody knows he’s racist. matt has sucked since tvd when he’d spend his time belittling bonnie fans and being a freak. to/tvd/julie have been a hotspot of issues for years, and guess what, we all still decided to tune in for part three. the cast still decided they want to work under julie! there’s no high horse now just because your favorite amongst the mess tapped out for reasons none of us know.
and this faux-outrage happening is especially rich coming from the side of the fandom that decided to spend 90% of its time bitching about landon/finch/etc instead of alaric. blamed finch for jed/kaleb not getting a backstory, when alaric has been there much longer. was crying about aria’s billing placement, when that time could’ve gone to asking why matt remained part of the cast at all. the beginning of the year they were circulating that petition to get rid of landon - advocating for a moc to be unemployed, that’s right 😱, before evil racist matt davis!
but now they all suddenly give a fuck and have to put their foot down and demand the show be cancelled, and all of us are supposed to play stupid and pretend it has anything to do with real values rather than being the result of a petty tantrum over a ship. grow up.
all anyone is entitled to is withholding their viewership (as, frankly, many of you probably should’ve done back in s3.) that’s it! nobody else owes you anything!
12. "Sometimes, I don't know why I put up with you."
Beca has only been sitting down for five minutes when Chloe finds her again.
“Becaaa.”
Beca’s head falls back against the couch with a groan as Chloe appears from the crowd, bouncing to a stop in front of her. “What do you want, Chloe?”
Chloe grins and sways on her feet a little, the alcohol in her system making her about as steady as bamboo swaying in the wind. “Dance with me,” she says, reaching down to tug at Beca’s hands in an attempt to pull her up from the couch. Luckily, Beca has had decidedly less to drink this evening and is able to keep herself firmly rooted in place.
“We’ve been dancing all night,” Beca says, lifting a tired foot off the floor. “I need, like, five more minutes to recover, and then I’ll get back out there.” She tugs at Chloe’s hands when she starts to pout. “Why don’t you go dance with someone else while you wait for me? Stacie’s probably around here somewhere… unless she’s already left with someone for the night.” Beca pauses and thinks. “On second thought, maybe you’d have better luck finding Amy.”
“But I want to dance with you,” Chloe insists, pout deepening. She locks onto Beca with those big blue eyes of hers. “Please?”
It takes all Beca has in her to stand her ground. “Five minutes,” she says firmly.
Chloe seems to have an internal debate with herself for a minute before she huffs and slumps her shoulders. “Fine, five minutes.” Then she proceeds to settle herself right on Beca’s lap. And although Beca is taken a little off guard, she simply chuckles and puts a hand on Chloe’s back to steady her.
“You sure you don’t want to dance with someone else for a little bit?” Beca asks, amused.
Chloe buries her head in Beca’s neck, inhaling deeply. Beca shivers. “No, I just want to be with you,” Chloe murmurs.
Beca smiles a little and feels something like fierce fondness for the girl invading her personal space. “Sometimes, I don’t know why I put up with you,” she says, contradicting her words by wrapping a hand around Chloe’s knee and pulling her just a bit closer.
Chloe’s head comes up so that Chloe can give Beca a smile that verges on flirty. “Because you love me,” she says, not a trace of doubt in her voice.
Beca hums thoughtfully. “Jury’s still out on that one, I think,” she says with faux sincerity.
That only makes Chloe grin wider before she’s off Beca’s lap and successfully pulling her off the couch this time, leading her back to the dance floor. Beca shakes her head and allows it, simply because she knows she’s helpless to deny Chloe of anything that she wants.
*explaining hrt stuff to my lads cause I know nothing abt sports so this is my best contribution to them asking me abt whatever the latest trans ppl in sports drama was*
me: *explaining that musclemass/bodyfat redistribution takes a while* so after like three years on T a trans guy would be about as buff as you are (he’s like normal level buff)
him: so you’re saying after three years he’d be as much a man as me? :o
one day I’m actually going to sit down and write out all my thoughts on the themes of faith and belief and doubt in The X-Files and specifically how they relate to religious faith and how much that means to me. yes this is a threat. it is coming. not tonight, but one day. I’m just letting you all know so you can be ready and you should probably also be afraid <3
halfmoonjoe playing CAP with 0% background information on the character lore and assuming that Joe is the Hardy brother with a crush on Nancy instead of Frank is still one of the greatest and most life-giving things that's ever happened to me
this is... a complicated question right now. for most people, I think. my first instinct was just to say “I’m fine!” and leave it at that, but well...
I’m “quarantine-fine”. I am in good health, or as good as it ever is, I have creative outlets and amazing friends online and my family so I don’t feel “isolated” in all this... but we’re also two weeks short of the one-year mark since the last time I left the house. I am technically unemployed while also technically having two full-time jobs. the whole world is on fire around me, but on a personal level I am more driven and successful than I have possibly ever been.
it’s a strange juxtaposition of a lot of things and I’m not even sure, at this point, if I’m processing them really well or not processing any of it...
so I’m fine. and I hope you are too. and thank you for asking 💙
“I saw the markings,” came the response of the man still working on the elk he had strung up to bleed and clean as best he could, “which was why I fled this direction.”
He turned at the snap of jaws and, primal though the fear of wolves was in a man, running would do him no good and he was no fool. Hands covered in blood, a small knife in one of them, he lifted both, though he did not drop the knife. “I knew the Imperials of that regiment were conscripted from Skyrim, that they were Nords, for the most part, and if they saw the markings, they would not follow.”
All but admitting that he was an imperial prisoner, escaped somehow, for whatever reason, might have been foolish to do before anyone but her. This woman, using bones to mark territory and moving with wolves as one of them—she was a druidess of Hircine and no mistake.
That had been what he was counting on. He could not run forever. Without transportation, he would be caught. So he had slowed his pace in Falkreath Hold and set about finding hunting grounds. The game was rich in this area and he knew his homeland well.
Forsworn Daedra worshipers dotted the land in Skyrim. For the most part, they kept to themselves, save in the case of Markarth. But this was not Markarth and he was in the lands she kept.
“A man must eat, surely as those pups,” he said, “and the forest,” Ulfric Stormcloak added after a moment, “belongs to no man; your Prince knows that.”
It was dangerous, challenging her that way. If she had set her mind on killing him, she would have done it, however. That she was asking him anything before offering his guts to her pups was a good sign.
me looking at anything Sebastian Vettel does: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before
WEATHER . gentle warm rays peeking through fluffy clouds .
PRIMARY COLOUR . red .
COLOUR OF THE SKY . rolling oranges, yellows, pinks, purples, and blues.
MAGICAL POWER . heliokinesis .
SHOE . thigh-high boots with stylish heels .
HOUSEPLANT . hibiscus .
BLADE WEAPON . balisong/butterfly knife .
SCHOOL SUBJECT . engineering .
SOCIAL MEDIA . lavishing you in love, immediate responses, animal memes .
MAKEUP PRODUCT . eyeshadow .
CANDY . caramel filled chocolate.
TANGIBLE FEAR . fear of drowning, fear of falling .
ICE CUBE SHAPE . spherical orb .
METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL . plane .
ART STYLE . art deco .
HISTORICAL PERIOD . contemporary .
MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE . phoenix .
PIECE OF STATIONARY . fine-point gel pens.
THREE EMOJIS . 💖🌻🌟
CELESTIAL BODY . the sun and its millions of starry siblings .
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