I See A Lot Of Positivity Posts About 12-year-olds Just Learning To Draw. Posts Cautioning Us To Be

I see a lot of positivity posts about 12-year-olds just learning to draw. Posts cautioning us to be mindful of 11-year-olds with no grasp of anatomy and 13-year-olds whose characters are all the same person with different hair and clothes, and I love those posts. Those are great posts. Keep those posts coming, tumblr.

But can I ask, what about the 25-year-old who just bought their first ever sketchbook? What about the 32-year-old who’s been drawing for a month and has just about got the hang of a human-looking face? What about the 67-year-old who finally has time to sit down and learn how to paint like they’ve always wanted?

Not everyone starts drawing as a child. Not everyone learned as a preteen. Some people start in college. Some people start when their career is going well and they feel like it’s time for a new hobby. Some people start after they’ve retired.

Not all beginner artists are kids, and I just think the adults ones deserve some encouragement, too.

One piece fic

Chapter One

In the ocean, there is nothing and everything all at once. The place is filled with water, fresh and pure, uncontaminated from all the unhealthy pollution that came from the land and the air. And to the common, everyday stranger, the ocean is a confusing place, because it’s just so volatile. In one moment, there could be multiple schools of fish, each a different colour, a different shape or maybe even the odd jellyfish here and there, and the other, there could be nothing, nothing at all, just like the empty void that rules space as water rules the blue world.

But having lived in this place that seems to change its mind as easily as a teenager’s mood swing, the humanoid inhabitants of the sea has long grown used to the indecision of Mother Nature. In the middle of the ocean, far, far away from land for any interruptions to be a unwary beach-goer or scuba diver, and in between the border of the sunlight zone and the twilight zone, the Strawhats – all minus Robin – had gathered.

They chatted among themselves, making small talk with each other whilst floating around in a loose circle. Nami, known for her iconic orange hair and her undying love for money within the group, made special care to make sure two of their group’s best fighters (when it comes to brute force) are not placed next to each other, or directly opposite each other. Goodness knows how Zoro and Sanji manage to fight a reason – or a non-existent one – to fight each other. They had even fought just because they held eye contact for more than a fleeting second.

“When is Robin coming?” There is a small movement in the mass of water, which causes Nami to bob backwards a little due to being opposite Luffy, the leader in their group. Luffy lets out another whine, and flicks his fiery red-orange tail in impatience. Nami’s tail, smooth, thick and with a healthy sheen, unlike Luffy’s with tears and rips scattered on the thin skin, moves a little to stabilise herself.

A light frown paint across her features and she reprimands her captain – or would he just be a leader, since they’re obviously not pirates – but she knows that Luffy’s lack of patience, like a small kid, is one of his main characteristics. He can’t stray too far away from it, so it’s no surprise for the raven to complain about the waiting.

Some more moments pass in near silence. The bickering between Zoro and Sanji dies down, as does Luffy’s voiced-out complaints. The tight, almost suffocating embrace of tension envelopes the group as they wait for Robin’s arrival. Only Brook manages still calm out of all of them, but then, that’s because he doesn’t have a face.

This is one of the many fics I’ve started. I’m not going to carry on with this one but it feels like a waste to delete it all, so I’m posting it up here. Heh

does anyone just sit there and spend 10 minutes thinking about what to do and does nothing in the end? just me?

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6 years ago

Growing up, Draco reads a lot about Harry Potter in the papers and at six years old, decides he’s going to marry him. When he announces his plans to his parents, Narcissa tries to explain that six year olds can’t get married and “buying” Harry Potter for Christmas just isn’t an option.

Lucius is only half listening, too absorbed in his reading and simply replies, ‘of course, darling. You can have as many Harry Potters as you want.’

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6 years ago

I don’t ship Drarry but with that being said, I will accept no other Drarry prompt than them stubbornly competing to outdo the other for the sheer drama.

It starts off when they’re still enemies in the Goblet of Fire. Draco makes a taunt about who Harry’s going to ask to the Yule Ball and how they must be from the worst of the worst lot and Harry rolls his eyes and says, “Well, fitting you say that, Malfoy, because I was going to ask you.” A perfect zing, Harry. 10/10.

But now the ball’s in Draco’s court and obviously he’s not going to pass up on the chance to humiliate the scarhead so he takes the most logical route of humiliation and calls out his bluff: “Fine, Potter, I reckon we’re going.”

But do you think Harry James Potter is just going to back down? That stubborn teenager is going to stare Draco down and say, “Reckon we are.”

Ron’s confused and Hermione’s confused and literally the entire castle is confused but Harry’s satisfied because he called out a bluffer’s counterbluff with a bluff of his own. And they just keep it up.

“I suppose you don’t even know how to dance, Potter?”

The furious teenager who spent years having to watch soapbox dramas with Mrs. Figg just glares at him in his stupid dress robes. “I know some things.”

“Prove it.”

“Fine.”

It’s like that for days until Draco makes the ultimate power move by inviting Harry to the Malfoy’s Annual New Years Eve Ball, taking out a Daily Prophet ad no less, because oh, oh, he’s got Potter now. He’ll never accept and he’ll be humiliated in front of the entire wizarding world. And do you think Harry’s just going to go down without a fight? God, no, he’s going to win whatever the hell this is because he’s Harry Potter, Draco better be worried, oh boy.

They’re still going at it six months later.

“Err—Malfoy?” Crabbe says. “Potter just sent you a dozen roses?”

“That son of a bitch! Send a box of chocolates. That’ll show him.”

“Um, Draco—?”

“I WILL NOT BE OUTDONE, PARKINSON!”

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2 years ago