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I CAN’T BELIEVE I SPENT THE WHOLE DAY MAKING THESE

ONLY /NOW/
I was mostly having trouble with drawing these because it’s Ha R d t O.  dRa w w He N yoUr ha nd.  Is shaking frOm hYSTerical l.  aughtEr WHEEEEeEeEEEeEzE-
ITS GONNA BE OK a Y-
call amb Ule nce I WASNT EVEN LAUgHiNG THaT HARD BEFoRE THE LAST FRAME NOW I’M DEAD

HOPE THIS BROUgHt A SMIlE TO YOUR FACE CAUSE MINE WON’T COME OFF I TRIED

A sketch of me and my friends as mermaids. 

We see only once in a year and it has been a tradition that someone picks a theme and I draw us in that theme. I couldn’t finish the drawing before our meeting this year but at least I know where to continue later.

Coloring soon!

Lovers with benefits — part II

s u m m a r y // in which Justin confesses his love for Y/N 

(part one)

warning; contains mature content

a/n; Hi loves so long time no post. I just want to take some time to apologize for focusing more on my fanfics than imagines, it’s just harder for me to right imagines sometimes than it is to write chapters for my fanfics but I’m going to try and do better. 

Please hit my inbox up with some constructive criticism because I’d love to get better as a writer, enjoy reading xo mer  


Rejection.

That’s what you’ve felt the past month. He hasn’t answered your calls or texts—just keeps leaving you on read. You press send once more, reading over the fiftieth apology you’ve sent him, begging him to at least come to talk to you. He hasn’t posted on Instagram or Snapchat. There’s been a hope in the back of your mind that he’s still thinking about you… You stare at the phone screen, scrolling through the blue text messages. You’re surprised he hasn’t blocked you by now, you’re also glad. You see the grey dots appear, your heart thuds through your chest. They disappear, not being replaced with even a single word, your body heats up with rage, expecting just something—anything. Hell you’d be okay with an emoji right now or even one meaningless letter. You run a hand through your hair, pressing call to try and express your anger with him right now.

“You’ve reached Justin please leave a message at the beep,” His voice rings through the phone, the beep sounding indicating the message is now being recorded. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Do you actually play hunting with Ria in the city? Does he shoot arrows at you? How are you still alive?

Ah, were you the one you ended up with the hole in their shopping basket? No? The one whose antique vase we shattered? The one whose wig got caught on an arrowhead? No? Maybe the one he used as a human shield? Or the one who fell down the well?

In any case, you certainly must know that it is indeed true. One’s darling mole blind worm turd and oneself have been known to amuse ourselves by playing games of hunting in the city. The rules are simple enough. One of us goes out into the city some hours before the other, and the other must then venture out to apprehend them and bring them back to the shop. We allow ourselves only our natural wits and skill with the bow as tools. Should both of us be back in the shop by sundown, the hunter is victorious. If the hunter has not apprehended the other by sundown, however, the other wins.

And yes, we genuinely shoot arrows at each other, and yes, it has been known to get perhaps slightly out of hand. The chase through the Jarl’s palace comes to mind. As does the stand off in the Temple. And the time he locked me in the catacombs. And the time he hid under the bed in the inn’s honeymoon suite. Or the time when one found oneself having to explain to the Companions just what had happened to their newest recruits.

In any event. Tis true. You will usually be able to tell when a game is afoot. Just try not to get in the way, hm? The pair of us do tend to become rather competitive in the heat of the moment.

Har haft en härlig vecka med middagar och vin. Men kunde inte vara mer avundsjuk idag på alla som har haft tid att sola och unnar sig vin nu på kvällskvisten! Hade mer än gärna också gjort det, men istället ligger jag nerbäddad i sängen proppad med ipren och alvedon. Drog ut en visdomstand idag, ingen fara. Bara när bedövningen släppte.

Portrait of Aerin, Luth’s little sister. Apart from the last couple years, she’s lived in Valenwood her entire life. A skilled mage specializing in destruction and restoration. She can be temperamental, hot headed, and a little vain. Very proud of her heritage, and Bosmeri culture. Her diet consists mainly of meat, fruits and vegetables are a new thing to her. She’s accustomed to the taste of man and mer flesh as well, but will abstain from eating any bandits or enemies after noticing how much it disgusts her travelling companions.

She’s still a work in progress, but I’ll finish fleshing her out as I write her. :) 

La lune chevauche un chameau de granit bossu.
Ecoute :
Des frémissements traversent la terre
Comme des nuées.
Un éclair aux cornes violettes
Plonge dans la mer, allumant
La courbure d’une vague.
Mais la lune méfiante regarde
Comme un vieux fossoyeur qui voit un nouveau-né.
— 

Avrom Sutzkever - Paysage de fin de nuit