... i'll let you work

anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness

Guys help I’m emotional

So I wrote a thing- Its a Langst thing.

It isnt finished and its just in the ‘summarize’ stage but… I dont know if I should expand on it?

Read it under the cut if you wantttt

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I’m happy now. I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that you will never love me the way I loved you. You never did and you never will. I spent a year saying that you left me but I realize now that you weren’t there in the first place. I understand that I’ll have to live out my entire life to say this with any validity, but as far as I know right now, you are the love of my life. You always will be and there’s no getting over you. There will always be those songs that remind me of us, or what I thought was “us.” Those nights I fell asleep thinking of you with either butterflies in my stomach or tears staining my pillowcase will always mean something. You will always mean something. And yes I love him, but no, not the way I loved you. After all, I loved you with my entire heart and I’m just loving him with what’s left. You were my first love as well as one of my best friends and you’ve come and gone. But I’m okay with that.
—  I never had a chance
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so free up the cheaper seats
here comes a greek tragedy

Imagine a Teen Wolf Teen Titans AU where the 2nd generation pack are the Titans.

Stiles would be Kid Flash,

Lydia would Raven, immensely powerful and battling her own demons,

Originally posted by stiles-wolff

Originally posted by loverxo1234

Scott would be Robin, as Pack Mum Lite™, he is responsible for leading the team.

Originally posted by fytwolf

Kira would be Starfire, a little socially awkward, but as powerful as the blazing sun.

Originally posted by alliisonargennt

Liam would be Beast Boy - a boy who’s younger than those around him and who has the power to shift forms, a power he sometimes struggles with and risks losing himself to (that is, until Theo becomes his anchor) - and Theo would be Ravager - a trained mercenary with a bad attitude who’s seeking redemption and a family, 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Mason would be Cyborg, shy but powerful teen who struggles to overcome the trauma and crushing anxiety that hits him because of the car crash that killed his mother and nearly killed him. He learns to slowly come out of his shell as he grows closer to his friends, more confident in himself and turns his efforts to saving the world.

Originally posted by gay-since-1998

today’s mood of the day

complete lack of faith in your artistic ability and just a smidge of existential crisis.

Do you hate yourself?

Do you dream of pets that try incessantly to murder their keepers?

WELL HAVE I GOT GOOD FUCKIN’ NEWS FOR YOU!

SATAN is an unsexed but probable female sandboa that YOU can own for the low, low price of “get her the fuck out of my house!!!!”

Why is she unsexed, you ask?  Well THIS LITTLE SHITBAG doesn’t believe in food, so she’s too small to properly sex! You heard it right here, folks: This sandboa is 6 months old and didn’t take a meal until J A N U A R Y! Now that’s what I call difficult!!!!

Satan’s ideal home would be with someone who has no self respect and cannot fathom interacting with a pet that wants to saw off their fingers with her tiny, tiny teeth!!!

Satan would ideally be placed with someone who doesn’t mind wasting pinky mice literally every goddamn week while she decides if she wants to continue living!!! Does she want live? Frozen thawed? Brained and scented? WHO KNOWS????? Not me!!!!!!

Satan has been known to strike just because you looked at her!!!!!! She’s had a full physical examination and is in good health, but that doesn’t stop her from being possessed by fucking snake demons!!!!!!

Eventually, Satan may realize that food is a thing that is Good and Pure ™ and she may one day make an awesome pet or breeder! Look at those high black spots, and she’s a gray belly! Don’t delay! Get this snake the fuck outta my house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Being fundamentally against the idea of RNG lootboxes =/= not wanting Anet to make money. I thought that went without saying, but apparently not.

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definitely not the best redraw i could do lol (the paper did not like my watercolours..) but I did a poll on IG asking if I should start redrawing some of my oldest namelessshipping doodles, so here’s the first!

my drawings seem a little less awkward now, so I’m glad there is some improvement! I’ll try harder with the next ones hehe

It’s 6am. I’m 5,000 episodes behind on CR.

My son is a bird.

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My Valentines gift to you is a dumb Andromeda Age crossover comic. Your gift to me can be pretending to laugh. Thank you.

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You guys are gonna end up chasing all fanartists away is2g…

screaminggreyunicorn  asked:

So Underfell Sans (the grumpy, cold and agressive version) and the reader get out of the Underground. The night falls, and she convinces him to come with her, and she takes him to a really good spot to see the stars he have never seen before. He have a crush on her and maybe let the cold facade down for once. I don't know if it would make a great story, take liberties if it's too restrictive, but have fun writing this !You're talentend enough to make it works, anyway ! Take care of yourself <3

(aw, thank you so much for your kind words-! never doubt yourself, little snapshots of a world like this always have wonderful promise. i hope you like the little something of what i’ve done here - this one’s shorter, so i won’t put it under a cut. and you take care of yourself too, okay? i can certainly promise - someone really cares about you. <3)

Your toes dug lightly at the edge of the cliffside you had all been gazing over. The sun had now all but set, the distant city already glowing with the lights of the night. The others had quickly separated, not comfortable with the close company right now, but a begrudging promise to meet back here to form a plan to approach the humans lingering in the air.

You took a deep breath, letting the cooling fresh air of the mountainside fill your lungs as your eyes drifted shut. You hadn’t fully realized just how much you missed it, all those months spent in the caves of the Underground filled only with air so stagnant and dank…

“you humans’ve been pretty fuckin’ spoiled.”

A chuckle escaped you as you opened your eyes and turned your head. Sans stood at your side, a scowl on his face, his gold tooth catching the last of the lingering dusk light. Despite his words, his eyelights showed just a measure of softness that you had only caught on the rarest occasion in the Underground.

“Yeah. Seems we take a lot more for granted than we’d ever admit.”

He scoffed, not meeting your gaze, instead continuing to stare out over the mountainside. His arm nearly brushed yours with how close he stood, and you regarded him carefully for another minute, a now well-recognizable flush creeping up your cheeks.

Finally, his gaze flickered to you. “whatcha fuckin’ starin’ at, ya want somethin’ to-”

Your arm looped through his and you turned away, cutting him off as he grunted in surprise.

“C’mon, I wanna show you something.”

You didn’t leave room for argument as you set a steady pace, trying to fight the grin pulling at your face, trying even harder to ignore the excited flutter of your stomach as your plan hatched.

“hey, ya don’t have to try ‘n pull my arm off,” Sans grumbled as he followed suit, surprisingly raising little other issue with your sudden insistence. His words were more than a little half-hearted, and you glanced at him from the half-step lead you had as you made your way up a lightly-worn path, venturing a little further yet up the mountain.

“What if I need a hand though? Gotta have a little help to show you this,” you shot back at him, your blush rising.

His eyesockets widened for a split moment before his grin - his real grin, something you could only ever pull out of him in the rarest circumstances previously - spread across his face. It still hinted of danger and dark promises, but in a way that sent the excitement bubbling in you into more of a frenzy.

“if ya’ve got a bone to pick with someone, sure,” he replied without missing a further beat, his cocky and mischievous look suiting him far too well. “it’d be humerus. i think tibia the source of another human’s fuckin’ shock and awe would be pretty satisfying-”

You laughed openly at his heavy wordplay as you pulled him above the treeline once again, a clearing of soft grass and late summer flowers tickling your calves as you whirled around to face him again. You pressed close, your free arm shifting so you could grip his upper arm with a brightening smile. His grin faltered for just a moment as his cheekbones stained a softly glowing crimson.

“The only one I want awed right now is you, Sans,” you whispered. You were so close now that his hips brushed against yours, that you swore you could feel the electric energy of his blush. It took everything in you to not throw caution to the wind and close the last of the distance between your faces.

Sans managed to find his words again, his voice going a little raw with how low and quiet it dipped. “w-what’re ya talkin’ about, sweetheart-”

You squeezed his arm one last time before spinning him away from you, away from the upwards slope of the mountain, back over the view you now stood over - and under.

Sans went completely still as he caught sight of the crystal-clear night stretching over him, the dim lights of the city far to your side now not able to drown out the glittering expanse of stars and the cloudy edges of the galaxy itself shining above you.

You remained quiet as you took in the view for a moment, relief and joy swelling in you as in this still moment away from the others, away from the demands, from the excitement - you finally let yourself realize that you were free.

And… more importantly… that he was free with you.

Your face tilted once again as you looked towards Sans, shifting gently so you could stand at his side, your arms still entwined. Your breath left you as you caught sight of his face.

Red streaks of liquid magic were streaming from the corner of his eyesockets, his face upturned towards the open sky with a vulnerable, matching openness you had never seen before.

Chest constricting painfully, you couldn’t find any words. You didn’t think you wanted to, really, as the wetness built at your own eyes.

Sans shifted at last, only the barest of movements as the arm you held moved and his hand caught yours. His fingers intertwined with yours, gripping just a little too tight.

You returned his grip as you carefully, slowly leaned against him, your face turning back up towards the sky as well.

#HIDEWEEK - Day 03 [ ♠ ] Autumn   

PT wearing the Christmas DLC

*Akira gets brainwashed*

Futaba: What’s the issue? Get it together Krampus!

Ryuji: We got a jingle jangle little problem over here

Ann: Ryuji no-

Ryuji: Santa is goin’ NUTS