#pt.6

[micromacro222]

DRAWING CRK CHARACTERS I LOVE BUT HAVEN'T DRAW BEFORE Pt. 6:

CREAM SODA COOKIE!!!

I actually scanned this shit. Here's both the scanned and unscanned version. Can you guess which one is which? ;)))

At the request of my dear friend Kevin aka @why-wont-you-eat-tuna whose request I ignored for months because I didn't feel like drawing creme soda (sorry)

Who should I draw next?

[down-therabbit-hole]

The Fall - S03E04

[luvlittlefreak5]

on the flip side, 카이

[classicrunaway]

Strolling through the opening scene

Where'd you want it?

[age-gap-italy]

Per fortuna che i nostri lettori non sono tutti delle persone ignoranti e cieche, oserei dire, come te. Ti brucia il culo a scriverci in privato? Sai usare solo l'anonimo? No, perché io non ho problemi, sai? Io sono VERA assieme a D. l'unic* fals* qui sei proprio tu.

Drogati di meno la prossima volta, presta attenzione ai dettagli, ed evita di fare queste figure di merda, perché noi otteniamo solo più stima e rispetto, tu invece, ti rendi solamente ridicol*

(ti aspetto in chat privata, non credo che tu abbia problemi a scrivere, visto i tuoi patetici, pubblici/anonimi tentativi)

Non te ne viene niente.

A.

[sippn-the-tae]

The group chat 🌟 pt.6

After that confusing voice message left on your phone by Mingi, you decided to go over to his apartment to ask him about it. your walk there seemed long and confusing, like a twisty long road that you have never seen before. Everything in your mind seemed clouded by wonder. 

When you got to his apartment you hastily knocked on it and waited for him to answer. when he didn’t come to the door right away you knocked again to make sure he heard you. The door slowly opened and Mingi was surprisedd that you even showed your face to him. 

“H-hello y/n, what are you doing here?”, Mingi asked still very surprised about your reaction to his voice message. he opens the door a little bit wider to let you in, you walk past him and sit down on one of his couches. The feeling of just being there felt familiar and relaxing.

“Well i got your message, and i just wanted to know-”,you stop yourself before you finished your sentence. You look up at your friend that you haven’t talked to for a really long while now. “I just wanted to know if it was true, what you said”, you finally continued what you were saying. 

Mingi looked around and shuffled his feet. You could tell that he was nervous and that he wasn’t really sure how to react to what you just finished saying. He continued to be nervous by rubbing the back of his neck. He looked at you again but finally decided to stop with the awkward silence. 

“Well if you really want to know... it is true all of those things i said”, he said finally coming through and being more confident. “ All those things on the phone i mean, they were all true y/n”, he confessed. You looked at him in a disapproval look, as you glared at him.

“Then if this is how you felt how come you didn’t tell me sooner?”, you asked checking if he was telling you the truth. You knew that Mingi was a really good lier, and you needed to be sure he was being sincere and not just playing with your heartstrings. 

Mingi knowing that you are testing him got frustrated how you were testing him about how he feels about you. Soon enough his anger and frustration with the way you were treating him came pouring out, like a tears running down your face.

“Hey who do you think you are, asking me all of these questions about how i feel about you?”, his tone in his voice sounding more tense . “ I already told you that they were true, what more do you want from me?”, he asked as you could feel his angry energy surround you. soon that negative energy took over your body too as you soon became angry.

“ I just don’t want you to be lying to me”, you spat back more for defence then anything else. 

“How do you know how i’d feel, you never talk to me?!”, he said crossing his arms and getting up from his chair that he was sitting on.

“You just keep ditching me for mr.pretty boy joon”, Mingi said in a jealous tone.

“ Are you talking about Park Joon?”, you asked blood flowing to your cheeks in anger. 

“yes I am, all you ever talked about was him and you don’t even know hi;m that well, then now you go on dates with him too”, he said getting closer to you.

“ I don’t need to hear this”, you said as you started to walk over to his door.Mingi followed you. 

“ Where do you think your going ?”, MIngi asked.

“ Well i hope your happy now, I am going home and I don’t want to see your face ever again!”, you exclaimedd as you slamed the apartment door shut and stompped down the stars out of his apartment building.

when mingi finally calmed down he finally realised what he had just did. Once again he made you upset instead of making you feel his love and appreciation for  you.

He sat back down with his hands covering his face. “ Why dose love have to be so hard?”, he asked himself.

[edinamnotedamame]

Azealia Banks is a rapper from Harlem, NY who has had her career RUINED because of her refusal to be quiet, prim or proper. 

In her 2018 appearance at the Billboard Music Awards, in an interview Bhad Bhabie commented that she was “regretful” of her Dr.Phil appearance, stating that her behavior doesn’t reflect who she truly is as a person. Convenient. It’s hard to not see these statements in a distasteful light. To me, this comes off as “I used the persona to build my platform and now that it no longer serves me any use I will stop.” However Azealia Banks is not allowed the same space in which to essentially clear her past. Azealia is constantly penalized and condemned for her outspokenness, loud, “ghetto” behavior. Because Azealia is a black woman, she is not allowed to navigate and slip in and out of this space as freely as white women are. Bhad Bhabie is not the only example of this, one only has to look as far as other artists such as Iggy Azalea and Miley Cyrus to find similar acts. 

[yetanothergreyjedi]

A Harsh Reunion Pt. 6

Go on, do something! Move. She needed to move, but she’d thrown her energy with the rubble. You’re weak, at least pull yourself to your feet. She couldn’t, though she wanted nothing more. Take what you want. What did she truly want? To kill him? To go home? You’re not strong enough. Or could she still turn? Forget the Tribe, you don’t need them. She wanted to, wanted to leave the Sith behind and find her own path— Traitor! But she was a Sith, she knew no other way. The darkness was in her blood. Kill him, redeem yourself. She couldn’t. Two very different weaknesses held her back. Move, pitiful girl!

The voices swirled, spitting insults, commands, and empty promises. Vestara lacked the strength to fight them. Because you’re weak! She wanted to leave, to shut the voices out for good. You were born in the darkness, child. This is your home. She struggled to form a thought that felt her own, trapped in her own mind.

___

Concern tempered his anger, as Vestara squeezed her eyes shut, and pulled herself into a tighter ball. Her presence in the Force was changing, crumbling in on itself, a once strong building turning to dust in an earthquake.

Ben crept forward, hoping it was a trap— that the Sith had indeed found a way to fake emotion in the Force. It wasn’t. He called her name again, and again received no response.

With one hand on his lightsaber hilt and the other reaching, in something akin to a comforting gesture, he knelt in front of her.

“Ves?”

___

Her eyes shot open, and she jumped back, frightened by the real, and much closer than she’d anticipated, voice. The Force screamed conflicting orders inside her head, and Ben was staring at her with almost pity-filled eyes.

“Ves… are you okay?” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to where she’d been sitting. She stared at the limb, as if it was third arm. What could she do? Shove him back, and start a battle she couldn’t finish? Cling to him like a needy child? Even the options the voices gave seemed just as foolish.

So, she sat there, trying to find words to speak.

AHHHH!!! Okay sorry, I finished this and forgot to post it, whoops. Thanks to @shira-brie and @sonadowfire for helping me kill the writers block. And yah!

Pt. seven is gonna be delayed a bit. I have become really busy and need to prioritize. Sorry, and thanks for your patience.