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Acxa: Look, Lotor, would you rather be feared or loved?

Lotor: I want people to be afraid of how much they love me

What does "bom" mean?

For the Voltron fandom: Blade of marmora.

For the musical theatre fandom: Book of Mormon.

For some other people: A LOT of different things.

For me, a Portuguese speaker: Good. Just good.

“When life gives you lemons, read them.”

— Me, to my friends

Marius: had you seen her today you might know how it feels

Enjolras:

I'm really tired and I kinda want to sleep But then I listened to that song and thought it would be a good idea to make a little comic of some part. It's not my best, but I like how it turned out, it's been a while since I've drawn them, but I guess it's not bad at all.

And the realism strikes back! This one is a training for shades I did, in the end I even put some color! The other is a edit I did after, I liked the result so there it is too!

Sometimes I'm just so mad.

I'm just chilling, doing my thing and than my father just start an argument with me about something stupid and we always disagree and he starts to welling, but I can't well back because that's "disrespectful" and that just makes me so frustrated because I just can't think straight like this and than he would talk for minutes doing this big speech thing and I just know that if I talk back he will talk longer or start welling again so I don't. In the end I just crie. Sometimes it's a silent thing, like a response for the welling or the talks that just make me feel so wrong like I am some tipe of problem in my parents life's. Sometimes is loud. Normally it's like this when it gets to bad and I start screaming or when he hits me for something I say.

In the end he always talk with my mother in the other room, she is never in our arguments, and in the big speech hour she just listen like I do. I never understand the full thing, but I hear that it's about me. Maybe she gets a big speech too.

I don't know, but this makes me want to talk back more, to well and do the things I'm not suppose to do. Maybe that's why I started to be so "rude" to people (I think I am being just true to myself telling them what I think, but mom says that I'm rude and explosive, the second part it's kinda true.)

Don't get the wrong idea, I love my parents, or at least I think so since I don't have to much to compare. It's just that I get so mad at myself for not being capable to deal with this after all this years. This is the only thing in this days that makes me crie and that's so frustrating!

Anyways I just wrote this because I wanted to get it out of my brain so I can do my fucking work and not have to say a word for the rest of the day.

Bye I guess.

This one got it

How to get in the musical fandom

Step 1. Have a lot of self-hatred

Step 2. Listen to a musical

Step 3. Become obsessed with said musical

Step 4: Fall in love with a ship in the musical

Step 5: Look for it on every social media account you have

Step 6: Repeat step 2 through step 5 with different musicals

2018 Resolutions

1) Feel alright for 10 minutes

2) Feel alright for 20 minutes

3) Feel alright for 40 minutes

4) Feel alright for the rest of your life

Its been quite a long time since I’ve drawn retracts and considering I’m not very good with shades too I kinda just decided to draw a serious Billy Hargrove for training.

«I just… I wanna help.»

Headcannons I guess

Soooo... I'm not very happy right now because shit happened and my cellphone fucking fell from the window of my apartment, so I decided to write some of my headcannons for my boys to cheer me up.

I love the idea of Steve just being that person that jokes about everything because he genuinely want people around him to smile, even when things are horrible.

Billy is a little bit of a jealous tipe and he makes that very clear when they started to get close, so Steve just started to explain all the things that might get him like that (some of these are just some dumb stuff a five year old could have figured out, but he doesn't want to leave any doubts) eventually they move past that.

They are verse. They first time was pretty awkward because Steve had no idea what to do (they don't just give you a manual of gay sex in school) and having him to admit it just made Billy laugh so much because it was so cute.

He is passive that time so Steve could have a more familiar role.

Billy was surprised when he first listened to Steve music. Turns out the classical boy actually liked some good shit.

Once they were both really drunk and tried to make some rap about nothing especially. Steve drunken beatbox was the best thing.

Once Billy started the "path of being a better person" or something like that, he started to get really worried about having a relapse and it was very difficult for him to convince himself that he wasn't that kind of person.

Although Steve was a really easygoing person, you don't want to ever get on his bad side. Billy wisely don't push too far, but you can't say the same thing about some other people...

They like to watch movies together, but always pick the worst so they can mock it and laugh about the errors. Sometimes they simply fall asleep in the end.

The 'love you's start late in their relationship. Steve was afraid of heartbreaking and Billy was confused because he never loved someone and it was terrifying. But when they start they grow pretty normal, like one phase for: "good bye", "it's ok", "sorry", "see you later", "please" and "you are freaking beautiful" at the same time.

Okay, but seriously on the topic of straight people being so overly concerned about their children being exposed to homosexuality…

As some of you know, I am a makeup artist in a holistic beauty boutique in a very wealthy area of eastern New York. The week before Halloween I was offering simple costume makeup designs for both adults and children. So my last client of the evening was a 15 year old girl who came in to get her makeup done for the Halloween dance at her school. I was enjoying a conversation with both the girl and her mother when suddenly the topic of transgender came up. I got a little nervous because I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut when I hear people speaking negatively about these sorts of topics and as I mentioned, my store is in a very upscale, white, conservative area…

Anyway, the girl starts telling us that her friend prefers to be a boy now. She says it very simply and comfortably and it made me happy to see her talk about it as if it was really no big deal.

Her mother says

“How does she even know what transgender is though? She’s a little young to be making a decision like that. I really think the media is taking things too far with all this gay stuff. I’m not against it or anything, but didn’t you just tell me two boys in your class are dating too?”

The girl said that yes, two boys she knew were dating and another boy she knew was gay also. (And she also corrected the pronouns her mother used for her friend)

“I don’t mind that she knows that homosexuality is,” the mother said. “But I don’t think it should be taught at such a young age. Did you know it’s on Disney channel now?”

It took me a moment to respond, I just kept painting the girl’s face until I could figure out what I wanted to say.

“Well,” I said. “We tend to teach heterosexuality literally from the time a child is born. Most children’s books and movies are even centered around a romance of some kind like a Prince and a Princess for example. There’s rarely a children’s movie that comes out where the main male and female character don’t end up marrying each other in the end. If we don’t have a problem flooding our children’s minds with heterosexuality from the time they are able to sit up and watch a movie on their own, what is so wrong with showing them two boys or two girls being in love? We aren’t showing them sex. We aren’t showing them anything inappropriate. Since when is love inappropriate? If we show them love in all it’s forms (be it gay or straight) from an early age, they will see that it’s all perfectly normal and natural and maybe we can finally put homophobic the past…”

The woman considered this for a second and then said “I just feel like they see it and then they start to think that they might be too.”

“And maybe they are. But isn’t it better for them to know that it’s okay? They aren’t hurting anyone.”

Then the girl said. “No ones going around just thinking they are gay because they know what gay is, mom. I know what a chicken is, that doesn’t mean I’m going to wake up tomorrow and start clucking.”

I loved this kid. I hope she does well in all of her endeavors

Another edit because I was bored and wanted to do something with some photos I never used.

Hi I’ll be auditioning for the film Into The Woods and I’ll be singing ‘Out of the woods’ by Taylor Swift.

I Loved Him

Soooooooo, this is a passage from my fanfic. Harringrove. Cheese as hell, because yeah. Enjoy. I can give the context latter If somebody want. Also: Billy POV.

I loved him. No matter how much I thought about it, trying to find some other explanation, the truth was that I loved him and that I didn't know how to feel about it.

I would say that I've always been a very platonic person if I was going for a definiton for my feelings about the other people I've met. I was like a novelist in my own head, made stories and more stories based on people I got attracted to and was always one of those who liked (or thought so) several people at the same time only because of my ideas of how these people were, because in the end I had everything ready in my head. But what was in his head was never enough, he never got to know these people better, and maybe that's why he never had anything greater than that from them, because it was just fantasy, like the stories his mother used to tell him when he was young.

If someone who followed his story knew that he never really fell in love, them mostly wouldn't believe it. "And all the people you've been with in the past? This all in your "open relationship" (if we were to consider a relationship, since the friendship always came first) that lasted two years! How couldn't this person ever have fallen in love?"

Well, in my defense I have loved things/people, I'm not a heartless person. I loved mathematics, and as everything in it always made sense, I loved my Camaro and the freedom it gave me, I loved the afternoons of sun and as when there is no one left I could run without anybody looking, I loved my friends and all the peculiarities of each one, my mother, or at least the memory of her, loved my sister at least a little bit and how she managed to be a mixture of the parts of me that actualy worked and an essence that came just from her. I loved the sea, the wind and so many other things.

But loving was not being in love. Being in love was a big emotional mess, sometimes I had no idea what to say and at the same time I kinda knew deep inside. I always lose the air with every smile he gave me, because somehow the person gets more and more beautiful the more you like then, which comes to a point that then simply starts to shine for you, not literally, but as a spring aura that makes butterflies fly and all ice melts, it was like a sun. And that's how he knew he was in love, but he was such a noob in it so he had no idea how to deal with it.

Maybe I should tell him, to see how things would be later, and if that might give me some kind of relief. Since Steve had told me that the first time every time the words came out of him I ended up with a silly grin on my face, wanting to respond the same, but I was never very good at opening up about feelings. Once I ended up telling a girl in the elementary that I liked her because we couldn't find a subject to talk about and it was getting weird just staring at each other, I think I've got more cautious of saying those things after she slapped me on the face right on my braces. But that was not the point now.

The point was that now was one of those times when he wanted so much to respond it. Like saying a long speech about how he felt more normal when they were together, just a rough teenager living a normal life, how his mind cleared and he began to regret all the bullshit he ever did even though most have motives behind, about how he sometimes had nightmares in which the past few months had never existed out of his mind and everyone hated him and how it terrified him because Steve was his new and only refuge now. Like saying it all in three small words.

Open your eyes: Billeve is a great name (and reminds me of belive – so cute)

Just imagine the puns with Don't Stop Beliving!

Them Harringrove types stubbornly using a different ship name- I 💜 u. Shine on, you crazy diamonds.

Stranger things but all the shipps are cannon is a good concept

Hi, my name is Nancy and this is my boyfriend, Jonathan, and this is my boyfriend’s boyfriend, Steve, and this is my boyfriend’s boyfriend’s boyfriend, Billy.

Nancy Wheeler at some point on Stranger Things s3.

Just one page of me trying some diferent styles on Steve for a test (Sometimes I just don't know what to do with his hair and urggg!)

What inspires u?

memes

Part 2 of me freaking out about having a sketchbook This are two Heathers draws The first I did this afternoon and the other is just a joke about how freeze your brain resume would be

This one is just me doing some poses for test, gay because I don't like doing guys and girls toghether full picture (It's hard) So this is part 3 and the last one (I guess) Bye!

Soooooooo I got a new sketchbook recently and because of that (years since I’ve had one) I began to draw like crazy And now Im posting just because ‘why not?’ Thats a litlle richjake I did after finishing be more chill I guess this is a part 1 of something?

Ok so:

Right now I am fucking pised because my tumblr isnt fucking working and it just deleted two things I did and it just sucks how tomorrow I wont be able to work on my things because vacation is over for me now and then It just delets this things I've been working for a long time.

Just wanna to say that

Also: this morning I found about five pages of old harringrove drawings for an animation I forgot to finish...

Would anybody want that?

Ok, so:

Right now I was realyyyyyy happy because someone commented for the first time in my fanfic that I've been writing since november. It was such a happy moment of me screaming and jumping. Always comment on the things you like, is so good to feel that someone aprecietes what you do.

YES

Just yes

Reblog if you're bilingual, bisexual, or really love cats.