#give me feedback

[humblebeginningsceramics]

Do your mugs need a little sarcasm?

I’m working on a series of sarcastic mugs but I don’t know if that should be a thing. Hence the untidy work-in-progress photo. Mugs for the office or your morning coffee. Let me know, do you like sarcasm on your mugs? 💁🏻‍♀️

#artist support #artists on tumblr #ceramics #clay #pottery #clay art #cute mugs #cute ceramics #sarcasm #sarcastic #give me feedback #original art #coffee mug #ceramic mugs #handmade ceramics #contemporary ceramics #work in progress #small artist #artistsoninstagram #handmade

[dovewings369]

gay

their name is aspen and i love him very much

#art #give me feedback #or constructive criticism or whatever #on the art #and character design ig #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAA

[powerofelvis]

All these delicious fics based off this prompt lowkey makes me wanna write one. 👀👀👀

#should I? #I know I wasn’t tagged but I need to post something #hahahaha maybe??? #give me feedback #daisy speaks #daisy.log #elvis presley #elvis 2022

[imissthetimewhenfoodtastedgood]

Moon 1 (Details)

Art by me

Currently listening to "bad romance".

#art #my art #give me feedback #details #pls no steal #artists on tumblr #selfmade #i made this #moon #Luna #I #i love the moon

[disco-deaky13]

okay so i had an idea for another book but i have a few questions.

1) it would be partly bri/anita and partly bri/rog. is this something you guys would like to see or not??

2) obviously it would be a distraction from my other books and updates to those ones may become less frequent. id probably focus on the books i have going on now but occasionally update this one. would that be okay or would you guys prefer if i just stuck to the ones i have now?

feedback is really really appreciated!! but ill add a poll below just in case you'd rather just vote.

#new book? #maybe #up to you guys #brian may queen #brian may #brian may/anita dobson #branita #anita dobson #roger taylor #queen band #maylor #brian harold may #roger meddows taylor #brian may/roger taylor #please pick! #lmk #give me feedback #please!

[70x1cnature]

Hey, does anyone still care about Dear Evan Hansen? Cuz I just edited my one shot and added another chapter.

#dear evan hansen #deh musical #deh fanfic #evan hansen #deh #connor murphy #they learn how to be friends #fan fiction #fanfiction #ao3 fic #they live in my head rent free #I'll be honest character ai is the thing that finally got me to start writing this again #so i decided to post this #give me feedback

[tenali-san]

sisters odyssey - a day in a life of a contract killer

Narration by

Adra

I hate mornings, I wake up and my bones hurt, they make sounds like doors in winter. This is what being 30 feels like I guess. I have a tiny apartment because I live alone. But it’s cool. I have a nice TV as big as the wall. I don’t have much stuff in the kitchen, I only make omelets or coffee. I wake up around 11-12 in the afternoon. I brush my teeth. Put on an ice face pack. Do some cardio, I have a treadmill at my house. Then around a 100 pushups, 100 sit ups and a 100 jumping jacks. Then I go take a bath, put some aloe vera on my face. Then I watch re-runs of my favorite TV shows – Samuel science, SpongeBob and breaking bad! I also watch this anime about space cowboys, it’s great.

I do this until around 5pm, that’s when I step outside. I don’t like to go out in the day because it’s all too sunny. There are barely any clouds on mis bolas. Mis bolas is a large city built on an island near southern ireland in 1687 by many pirates of that era. It was built as a safe haven for all bandits. And now with a population of 2.22 million citizens, it is recognized as an independent nation. The nation makes most of its money from being a tourist spot for rich businessmen and a hiding spot for rich illegal businessmen. And yes, the person who named this island – mis bolas, did not speak Spanish.

Most people here are hotel workers, shopkeepers, fishermen, or straight-up criminals. When people ask me what I do, I just say – I paint houses for a living. The many far away districts are connected by a metro rail system. The station is near my house. I get in the train and it’s usually crowded at that time. I get off and go to this bar nearby called – “escapism” I know, what a pretentious name! They serve beer with sushi, why!? I don’t know, the sushi is definitely not made by a Japanese fella I can just tell. But the beer’s good so I don’t complain. I go there to meet my contractor – paco. I’ve worked with him for 8 years. He’s an old Mexican feller, I usually find him at his regular table, I go sit there, and he shows me a photo and an address written on paper. I don’t keep it with me, I just memorize the face and other details.

I get back on the train, I’m listening to music, waiting for my stop to arrive. I see a group of friends sitting across from me. The group is eating burgers and fries and having fun, making jokes, and laughing like crazy folks. They seem happy. I’ve been living here for many years. But never seem to make any friends. But I prefer it this way.  

i got off on my stop, and started walking. i came near a large mansion. Two guards were standing near the gate, went to the backside, two guards there as well. pulled out my two guns with silencers, walked up to the gate, shot both in the head before they could even speak, opened the gate, kept walking, two more men see me and draw their gun out, two more headshots, walked past them as well. But this time, one guard had yet to die, he shot a bullet in the air. The loud sound now alarmed everyone inside the mansion. Their boss – Kenny was told to hide upstairs. Eight more guards stand near the backdoor, waiting for me. But I don’t enter, to make them think I ran away. One of them slowly walks towards the door and opens it, he peeks outside. No one! He comes out, two dead at the gate and two on the lawn. Where is the shooter?

“No one’s here!” he shouts

“You sure?” I ask, hanging on to a window below the backdoor! i shoot him in the head and go in through the window!

“She’s on the second floor, hurry!” the 7 remaining men run upstairs, I’m not in the hallway!

A gunshot is heard from the boss’s room.

The guards run to the room, open the door, boss is shot dead! It was me, standing over his body, looking at the beaten naked girl in the corner! God knows what that monster had done to her.

I look at the guards! I was planning on killing Kenny and just leaving quietly, but now, after seeing that girl, I couldn’t resist. shot two more guards, the others started running away.

The 5 remaining guards ran out the backdoor, went to the previous window and shot three down. Two remaining. ran outside, saw them going towards the beach and followed,  saw one guard jump in the water and swimming away, I was going to shoot him too but… it felt familiar.. I couldn’t shoot him for some reason... It felt wrong, i let him swim away.

That’s still one remaining, a big guy with a pistol was hiding behind a nearby tree, had come out and was standing right behind me, ‘I am too close, she can’t dodge this one’ he must’ve thought. i had no idea he was behind me. He pulled the trigger and just before the bullet left the barrel, my head moved just a little to get out of the bullet’s path, it went forward, barely touching my ear!  

i quickly turned and shot the gun out of his hand. Then ran and slammed my leg right into his head, killing him instantly!

i went back to the mansion, i had to cut off Kenny’s finger! As a proof to show he’s dead

The naked girl was still in the corner, I say to her -

“They aren’t coming for you, call the police, say anything about me and I will find you, understand?”

The girl nodded. I left the mansion. Waited outside until the cops arrived and then left for the station. To go back at the “escapism”, god I hate that name!

I go sit back at paco’s table. Put Kenny’s thumb on the table. Paco holds it, inspects it

“Any witnesses?” he asks

“Two, one of them was kidnapped woman, one was a guard who… swam away!”

“Why do you do that adra?”

“Do what?”

“Let guys swim away!”

“I got the target, just like always”

“ya, and that’s great, but what is that? The swimmers, it’s very specific”

“paco I don’t want to talk about that! Stop asking me.”

“Okay, forget I said anything”

Paco pulls out an envelope full of cash, I take it. He orders two drinks for us. He knows I don’t like to talk. He insists on talking to me, say it’s so I don’t forget how to speak. He says if you don’t talk or listen to anyone for three days, you can forget language itself! I don’t believe in that crap. Paco’s an old man, he says he used to be a sailor back in the day. Worked on a mob bosses private yacht as its captain! When the boss got arrested he had to fire paco, he gave him a piece of land on mis bolas. And let him keep the yacht.

When he came here he saw many people who worked for the boss. Some of them needed “work” and some of them needed “workers” so paco became the middleman. He talks about his youth, how he misses the ocean. He wishes to one day go back with his ship, into the sea, but all his life is here. He wants a reason to go back. Without a destination – a journey is pointless after all.  

I don’t get what is so great about the ocean. I had lived there for 5 years myself, I never felt anything about it. I was just happy to be alive.

Paco ordered two beers for us. I prefer drinking in silence, but paco never ever takes the hint. I don’t reply anytime he starts a conversation, he thinks I am a good listener!

“Are scared of the ocean adra? I was a sailor back in my day and let me tell you… it is! I mean I still want to go back sailing but… It does feel like outer space! There’s nothing but water no matter where you look. So I can understand if some folks don’t like it. Sometime its kind, sometimes it’s cruel. Full of unholy creations of god! Don’t even ask about the giant squid!”

My ears stood up!

“A…a squid?”

“ooooh nononono.. More like… an octopus! A giant octopus!”

So… it wasn’t a dream! I’ve drank with this old man for so many years and he never brought up the octopus! I mean I did always tune out most of what he said. I came to this island to leave my past behind, why is it coming back now?

“Have you ever seen a giant octopus adra?” paco asked

“I…. I did. When I was 10!”

#writers on tumblr #writing #original writing #short story #story #orignal story #assain #hit woman #contractor #pov #daily routine #action #adventure #adventure story #readers of tumblr #read it #give me feedback #tell me how it is #chaotic good #female character #female lead #island #island life #fantasy

[domesticandlovingmonsters]

I'm so intrigued by how you're gonna write fluffy Wesker. The thought of it already makes me blush and all giddy so I'm really looking forward to it.

I'm gonna be totally honest

I have no idea what I'm doing with fluffy Wesker because I have only ever seen him as badass operative or cocky asshole

And I haven't written proper fluff in so long. Its been ages guys. For the longest time its only ever been sex or action based stories. So, please be gentle whenever I post it. Because fluffy Wesker is such a foreign concept to me.

#but by all means #give me feedback #even askhgafakhg #type of feedback #as long as I know if I did bad or good #Im happy #wesker #wesker ask #albert wesker

[allergic-alien]

oh my god i’m going to ask this girl out. retching and throwing up. it’s been two years since i’ve been out on a date idk wtf i’m doing.

#what’s a good first date setting i’ve done coffee in the past but it’s going to be like a weekday afternoon/evening #the last time i went on a date i couldn’t even drink legally i’m like what do i do....happy hour? but do i want to be tipsy making a first #impression......... #GIVE ME FEEDBACK #x

[tepidjasminetea]

Chapter 1 of a novel i might write

Lyanna woke to see the fog crawling over the barren winter heath. To the north, the vast withered land stretched on for eternity until it reached the foot of a mountain and submit to their stoney facades and sharp edges. The sun had not fully risen from the soft bed of night, but it was stretching slowly over the tip of mountain to shower the land with shimmering warmth. She pulled the sheepskin closer around her body and tucked her frizzled golden locks behind her ear. Turning her head to the south she could see the Walls of Ardis, the limestone walls were the height of a ten thousand men stand atop one another, encircled by a man-made moat that ran three-hundred meters deep and with archer towers scaling the sky every 100 meters, it was impossible to scale. To attack was to commit yourself to a long and ardous siege, to waste away outside as lords and nobles feasted in the lofty castle with half-a-decade worth of provisions stacked in the cellars. The Ardis had only fallen once before when the Gate Master went rogue during the Revolution of 1512. She remembered that clearly, how her grandmother shook her awake hurriedly in the middle of the night, handed her off to a nameless knight that died a week later without so much as a word of goodbye. She wasn’t actually there when the city fell, but in her dreams she could see the silver pillars of the palace crumbling to dust. 

The bittersweet taste of jasmine tea swirled in her mouth as she gathered her belongings and covered her tracks. Lyanna was heading south towards Ardis. There would be a lone traveler clad in iron and a red cloak that boasts the Linari flag, he would be returning from the Battle of Skellegg that happened three weeks ago. His entire battalion was decimated during the fight, there was no one left in the military that knew Gavin Ferndrost. A prisoner of war returning to his home country, weak, mutilated, underfed. Most importantly, easy to kill. 

From the distance she saw her canaries returning from the south, stretching out her hands, she called out, “What news do you bring me?”

You must make haste, dear princess, Kori chirped, pack up your things and get on your horse. He has not awaken yet, but he will be soon. 

You exaggerate, he is still in bed with his whore, Mori interjected. I believe he will wake at noon, the earliest. He spent much of his silver on wine last night. 

“Is he with the beautiful one with the green eyes?” 

Yes. 

Lyanna strapped her bag to her brown thoroughbred and mounted the mare, “the poor beautiful girl, she’ll be waking up next to a corpse.” 

The wind swept landscape was welcoming and easy on the eye as her mare galloped through the heath made soft from last night’s rainfall. The occasional tree graced the horizon like a watchful guardian that provided shelter, warmth, and a landmark for travellers. As she found herself increasingly southward, the grass became taller and denser, they danced in the wind like a tribe receiving their chieftain back from a bloody war. The wilderness gave way to paved gravel roads and soon she began seeing snap bean farms dotting the scene. 

She reached her destination as the sun finally peaked its head over the mountains and stretched it’s sleepy form over the sky. From her shadow she saw that it was nearly noon. 

See, I told you to be quick, Kori gloated. 

Mori ignored her stinging jab, he’s on the third floor, you will have to climb, princess. 

Lyanna made her way around to the back of inn and found her way onto the roof from the seemingly forgotten garden in the back, a monstrously large oak tree reigned supreme over the weeds and stinging nettles. Gripping the thick branches of the tree, Lyanna climbed up to the third floor, her cape was caught among the branches as she jumped from the tree to a wooden ledge. A piece of mud covered fabric hung in the wind. 

Peering through the window Lyanna could see the solider’s injured body tangled with the porceline white limbs of the whore. Both were still asleep and their chests rising and falling peacefully. The man was younger than she expected, his sleeping face was a picture of youth, not a single wrinkle or worry line. Freckled cheeks and a long scar running from his collarbone to his chin. Around his neck laid a bronze medallion, a lotus encircled with words that Lyanna could not read from this distance. It must have been a memento, she wondered who gave it to him, was it a friend? A mother or a father? Perhaps even a lover. Whoever it was, it meant that someone, somewhere, dead or alive, was waiting for his return. His hair was short and dirty, covered with dirt and other grim he picked up during his travel. His arms were ropey with muscle, while she could see his ribcage poking out from his skin. Sores of all different shapes and sizes dotted his body like dandelions in spring, his left thigh was wrapped in bandages that looked fresh but blood was already soaking through, staining the bedsheets below him. 

The sight of a couple sleeping so serenely was stinging to her chest, it reminded her of Naruse and his equally freckled face. 

Silently and swiftly Lyanna vaulted over the window sill and made her way over to the bed, delicately she pulled out a small sewing needle wrapped in linen. The needle had been submerged in pufferfish blood while being forged to cool down the steel. In Roliah needles like these were called ‘Pufferfish’s kiss’ and were used to hunt boars and other large beasts. 

“Sleep gently fallen soldier, and walk peacefully through the shadowlands. Today is the day all your sorrows end, today is the day you leave your sword behind.” She whispered gently to herself as she slide the needle slowly into his left chest. 

He shall sleep peacefully but you never will again. Naruse’s voice passed through her like a ghost, leaving her cold and shivering. Like a scene from her dream, Naruse’s face was crumbling with pain, choking and grabbing at his chest. 

Lyanna gasped and stepped back from Naruse. He was reaching out to her, his black hair matted across his forehead in sweat, his blue kaftan wet with blood. All she could say was, “sorry.” 

Princess! You woke them! Kori’s voice rang her back to reality. 

Her hand was sticky with red hot blood, and she was shivering. Her limbs trembling as if she just scaled the walls of the Ardis. It wasn’t Naruse that was dying, it was the Naruse-like boy. The needle had gone in wrong, it had gone into his arteries. Lyanna watched as his grey eyes seeped with fear and confusion slowly dull as the pretty girl shook his shoulders. His expression was similar to Naruse’s. All men die in fear, so it seems. But what kind of expression did Naruse make? Did he look like that? She had thought initially that they looked similar but now searching her memory she could not conjure the picture of his face as he died. He didn’t have grey eyes, that is for sure. 

It was the whore’s scream that move her again, in one swift motion she unsheathed her dagger and lunged forward at her. She screamed as she fell off the bed and tripped over the sheets trying to reach the door. She screamed as Lyanna grabbed her legs to hold her still. She screamed as Lyanna begged her to be quiet, she continued to scream until she was dead, until the only thing pouring out from her mouth was blood. 

#fiction #writing #fantasy #give me feedback #women writers

[kurtsworld99666]

I’ve kinda picked up some writing,, pls tell me what u think!!

I want to see you one last time because I am forgetting how you look. I can barely remember the hue of your eyes. Your eyes were one of the most enticing parts of you. I could never help but stare into them. I wasn't ever able to forget your alluring gaze. But I am afraid of just one thing; I will soon forget the color of your eyes, and you’ll forget mine.

#writing #give me feedback #love #rodrick heffley #gaze #eyecolor #kurt kunkle #eyes #eye color #forget #time #similar #seen #looks

[sisi-halloway]

The Guy with his Van, and The Girl with her Things

"So you're telling me you live in this thing?" Mona walked around the 1994 Chevy Astro, patting the dingy white metal of the side of the van. River nodded, the pride coming off him in rays.

"Fuck yeah, I do. Took me all the way to California, all through the southwest and back again."

Mona opened the door in the back, waving the dust that came off so it wouldn't get in her mouth. She looked inside with something not far from shock on her face.

"But when's the last time you cleaned it?"

River's incredulous gasp was one for the books.

"I'm cleaning it right now!"

Mona frowned. "Before now?"

River made a face, the kind of face that let Mona know the answer to her question wasn't good, and he knew it. She nods and smirks.

"Mh, see... I couldn't do this. I'm too..." she waved her arms in a motion around her body, thinking of the proper word to describe her cluttered, wonky, eccentric personality.

"Too..." River ushered her on, trying to get to the bottom of her thoughts. He was curious about what she had to say. He had just met her, but he liked her a little already.

"You think you're better because you don't wanna live in a van?" He said this teasingly.

Mona tries her hide her girlish smile, not wanting to admit to River that she thought his little van was cute. It was actually kind of cool.

"Not exactly," she murmurs. All jokes aside, she thought for a moment. She sits on the concrete driveway of River's house, adjacent to the van. After a moment of his own, the blond joins her. He was sitting so their knees barely brush against each other.

"It just doesn't fit my personality. I need space. I need room for my stuff. I have art and books, and I have my movies... I have all my video games. I have a lot of material things. If you don't need them that's fine, but I really like my things."

River smiled. He thought it was so cute how she called her stuff 'her things'. He noted all of her 'things', her hobbies in his mind. Nodding softly, he looks up at the orange sky, thinking about what she said.

"I mean, I like things too, Mona. I like playing video games, and I like having souvenirs, like glass pipes and stuff like that. But this is more about having freedom than not having physical belongings. I don't know if that makes sense-"

Before he could finish, Mona speaks to reassure him.

"No, yeah. It definitely does make sense. I get that perfectly."

A long while of silence overcame them as they watched the sunset over the roofs of the other two-story houses in the neighborhood. Mona looked down at his hands. He had been watching him play his guitar a bit earlier. She had always wanted to learn, and now more than ever, she wanted a teacher. She was smiling just thinking about it. But another thing he said crossed her mind before anything else.

"Glass pipes? You're a smoker?"

River chuckled. "Well... don't you think it fits my vibe?"

In all honesty, it did. A free spirit with a sense of adventure who loved taking risks and time for himself? Oh, definitely.

"Right up your alley..." Mona replies, giggling a bit to herself. Her face falls and gets more serious, almost a bit shy. "We should uh... smoke sometime."

River raises his brows. "Oh? I mean uh, sure... yeah we should."

With that Mona stands up and starts back to the house. "Sorry, Felix is waiting, and I feel bad for leaving him in there. I came to hang out with him, not talk about your silly van."

It took River a moment to realize she was joking. That comment about his van almost stung a bit. Almost. Just for a split second in time, he had forgotten Mona was his brother's friend and not his. That sweet smile on her lips he took as a good sign. Her light laugh sounded like wind chimes as she traipsed up the front walk and disappeared back into the house. River sighed and watched her go, shrugging and getting back to cleaning up his van.

Mona definitely wanted to see more of him, and one day soon, she was gonna let him know it.

#original story #eh this didn't happen to me in real life but I wish it did #all characters in this story are DEFINITELY REAL #the fact that i just changed their names is evident of what a loser I am #there's gonna be more parts maybe #tell me if you like it #give me feedback #what do you think should happen next

[bananonbinary]

here's your fucking feedback @staff

list of problems the removal of icons causes:

i cant see my friends

ruins the sense of community

can't tell at a glance who's online right now and what they're interested in

literally cannot tell without scrolling back up who put a post on my dash if it has a single addition attached to it. or like. 2 paragraphs in the op.

i cant click my own icon at the top of the dash to quickly view my own blog

can't tell who someone used to be if they change their username

squashes the margins between the menu and posts, making the whole dash feel more cramped

ruins the quick visual cue of how long each post is and where it ends when you're trying to scroll past ones youve seen before

people put a lot of creativity and individuality into icons, and now i never see them

makes people who primarily reblog instead of make their own posts all but completely disappear

list of problems solved by removing icons:

?????

who the fuck was asking for this

ive never in my life seen a website or app that has profile pics forcibly HIDE them, so i guess you did it you made the dash unique again in the worst way

here's some more feedback: maybe when you run an a/b test you should, idk, actually have a feedback form people can fill out about it somewhere

#tumblr #tumblr changes #tumblr updates #i hate this and honestly the difficulty in finding a place to give feedback #makes me really sympathize with the people who just cuss staff out all the time

[sad-trash-hobo]

General question for everyone. There isn't alot of fast and furious stuff on tumblr and idk why. If I took screen shots of googled memes or something would that be considered taking credit. I'm not saying I'm gonna screen shot someone's hard work or art and then post it with no caption. If I find anything even semi related to a blog on here I'd search it up so i could just reblog it. I'm just sad that there's hardly any fast and furious here

#fast and furious #tumblr #asking for everyones opinion #a risky thing to do on this site but here we are #give me feedback #fandom #meme #opinion #message or comment #let me know! #how firm are we on screenshots being theft

[max-makes-art]

yoooooo guess who decided to practice rendering for once

Plus the version including the lil doodles I made when I got distracted

Still trying to figure out how tf shirts work but a win is a win yknow *shrugs*

I wanted her to look like she’d taken the kitchen scissors to her hair in a fit of rage (or just pure boredom) and hacked at it without a proper plan so lemme know if I managed that effectively or if it could be improved upon

Please feel free to give me feedback, I yearn to better my skillz and fresh eyes are my best bet

(also if someone could tell me how to fix the horrible quality that would be muchly appreciated)

#art #my art #doodle #digital art #give me feedback #constructive critism welcome