One Of My Favorite Things About Tsoa Is How Patroclus And Achilles Kissed On The Beach That Day, Pretended

true or false, everyone should be making their best effort 100% of the time, it’s lazy to do otherwise.  

i know i said id stop but like how can i? im so sorry

Hello again my lovelies, this is your gentle reminder to treat freelance artists with respect and kindness

This should all go without saying, but just incase I need to say it

If you commission an art piece from an artist, pay them with MONEY. They need money more than they need “exposure” if you agreed to pay them money in return for art, than pay them the damn money or don’t expect them to do anything for you

Remember that reblogging peoples art helps them a lot more than just liking it, it lets tons of other people see their work

If someone asks to not repost their art, then don’t, and if they do allow people to repost their art than BE SURE TO CREDIT THE ARTIST

Stealing other peoples art and trying to pass it off as your own is pathetic and rude, don’t do it

Constructive criticism is healthy for people to receive, but if your criticism on peoples art is based on bias, and or is just rude as shit than keep it to yourself

If your a fan of an artist and you have some friends who likes art it never hurts to tell your friends about a cool artist ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(I’m not an artist and I am pretty stupid so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong on any of this, or feel the need to add to it)

Also as someone mentioned in the tags this also applies to writers!

Thank you @trashynishiki for reminding me

reminder to:

straighten your back

go pee goddAMN IT STOP HOLDING IT

go take your meds if you need to

drink some water

go get a snack if you havent eaten in a while

maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)

reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about

maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?

hello i drew a fanart of Queen Chhaya from When Queens Fall by Haley Sulich on Wattpad, if yall could go read it that’d be awesome anyways here’s my art

i love him, i hate white socks too

my PE teacher is playing staying alive in the gym yall know what this means....

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

Not my OTP, but a pair of characters I’ve been working on.

 I hear my name. Dione. I look up from my plate, and Rose is staring at me with concern.

“Sorry. I spaced out.”  She smiles softly at me, that painstakingly beautiful smile. 

Walking over to me, she kisses my forehead lightly. I stand up, moving towards the kitchen to help her prepare. Out of everything I didn’t know about her, the most shocking to me was that she was an amazing cook. No matter what she made, it always tasted amazing, and it always came out looking better than the picture in the cookbook. 

I didn’t know how she did it. Whenever I cooked, it would fail miserably. 

I bring the candles to our table, and have to admit that it looks amazing. 

She brings the food to the table, and we both sit down. 

After eating in silence for a few minutes, she murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear, “This really isn’t our style, is it? Romantic candlelit dinner?” 

I laugh softly. “Not really. Movie?” We both grin and pick up our plates, moving to the couch. She starts the movie, curled against me, the food already forgotten. 

Every now and then, one of us would place a featherlight kiss against the other’s face, or brush a strand of hair from our eyes. The second time I move to pull Rose’s hair back, I see that she’s fallen asleep in my arms. 

Carefully, as to not wake her up, I paused the TV, then switch it off.

I am slowly lulled to sleep by her soft breaths, both of us asleep, tangled in each other’s arms.

Imagine your OTP having a candlelit dinner and then falling asleep in each others arms