...... i like my neck in this

I couldn’t be happier with this gorgeous piece I commissioned @panda-capuccino as a belated birthday present for my dear friend @kylorenvevo.

This is a scene from my favorite reylo fic To Kingdom Come. This fic always helps me through my rough times. I’ve read it through three times over. So this is my thank you to Thea for creating this wonderful series. 

Rey is already running. Ben’s eyes widen when he spots her but, before he can so much as move a muscle, she hurls herself at him, looping her arms around his neck to pull herself up his body, wrapping her legs around his waist. He instinctively clamps one hand to the base of her spine and his free arm to the backs of her thighs to keep her supported against him. In full view of the Resistance forces and the Jedi Masters and the defeated stormtroopers, amidst the ruins of the Valley of the Dark Lords, as the lingering smoke of battle wafts into the dust-laced air, she rains down frantic kisses on every inch of his face, forehead, jaw, nose, cheeks, scar, every beauty spot, every freckle. And, finally, she presses her lips to his, the red-gold sunset burning through her closed eyelids, her fingers tangling in his hair.    

He kisses her back. The two of them sway slightly as he loses a bit of balance, but Rey isn’t afraid. Ben will never let her fall.

Sword of the Jedi

I feel like I should have mentioned the one time Ratchet pulled a brand new 2kg jar of peanut butter off the counter, unscrewed the lid, and ate all 40000calories of it. 

Or the time Tesla broke out of her kennel, drug a 25lbs brand new bag of flour across the entire house and up onto my bed, then opened the bag and rolled in the flour. 

anonymous asked:

jikook is my life and lately their moments look like they could be a real couple, but whenever I think about that time taekook slept next to each other on bon voyage and jungkook kissed taehyung's arm I want to cry hahaha. What do you think about it?

Honestly If you’re going to cry about every “moment” other couple has, I believe you shouldn’t take shipping seriously, it won’t be healthy for you.

But, here’s what I think. Jungkook also kissed Hobi’s neck and Namjoon’s cheek and I don’t see you making a fuss about it, why does it change when it comes to V?

Let me be honest with you, and this is only my opinion but here’s the reason why for me, Vkook is a harmless ship, mainly because the “couple things” they do, Taehyung and Jungkook do them with everybody, Taehyung cuddles with anything that is alive or dead, it doesn’t matter, he cuddles Jin the same way he cuddled Jungkook, he holds Namjoon’s hand while they’re sleeping and don’t even get me started to how he is with J Hope.

Jungkook mainly treats V as a brother, usually is in constant competition with him and even he, himself has said that they fight a lot because Taehyung is annoying. 

And also, why does everybody in this ignores Jimin? Taehyung literally forgets about every single member of his band when it comes to Jimin. I quote him saying “Jimin and the friends” or “Jimin is THE ONLY ONE that is with me at all times, when I’m happy or sad”. He literally wrote him a “love” letter a few months ago.

those statements being said by Taehyung himself…I seriously wouldn’t take any other ship that wasn’t Vmin as serious. 

For you to think about a ship as “real” you should focus on what makes them special, like how Jungkook only gives Jimin gifts, or has an endless amount of patience when it comes to the little one, specially nowadays, Jikook are acting like a couple, they spend time alone, specially major holidays without any of us knowing until one of them mentions it, which clearly tells you it isn’t fan service.

I mean…None of us knew that Jungkook only gave Jimin gifts until they mentioned it this year.

So, this is why for me no other BTS ship (besides Vmin) represents some kind of “danger” for my ship…

That’s…what I think at least.

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clo--uds  asked:

Kidgance 47 “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ” ♥♥♥

@clo–uds Here you go Addie!! :D

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” Lance nuzzled the back of Pidge’s neck and smiled. “You know that?”

“No,” Pidge clipped irritably and attempted to shrug off Lance’s arms around her. “Keith, get your boyfriend off of me. I’m trying to wash the dishes.”

“He’s your boyfriend too,” Keith stated as he lazily flipped a page in his textbook. “And it seems like you’re his favorite for the night.”

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Song Ficlet - Number 8

Ready to Love - Ingrid Michaelson ft. Trent Dabbs. Requested by anon.

I poked my head through the on-call room door, hoping she would be in there. My eyes spotted her small frame curled up on one of the bottom bunks and I snuck into the room as quietly as possible. I slipped into bed behind her and wrapped my arm around her waist, she began to stir and gently ran her fingers up and down my forearm. 
“Hey” she smiled, her voice still heavy from sleep,
“I found you” I whispered kissing the back of her neck. She turned over so she was facing me and snuggled more into my chest. 
“I missed waking up like this” her voice was muffled against my skin but it made my heart swell with love.
“That makes two of us. How is your first day back?” I asked, trying not to sound too worried. It was her first day back since the surgery and as we had different shift times today, I secretly had Maggie and April texting me throughout the day with updates on how she was doing. For a week or so Bailey had been letting her do consults part-time, which Amelia hated, but today was her first full day back in her normal rotation.
“It’s fine I guess” she huffed, fiddling with the neck-line of my scrub top “DeLuca checks up on me every five minutes, offering me coffee and food, which is nice but damn it gets infuriating. Next thing I know he’s going to follow me into the bathroom. And Alex and Mer keep making tumour jokes, every time they make a mistake they always blame it on their imaginary tumours. I just wanted a short break from it all.” She sighed, her voice getting caught in her throat a little. My heart ached for her, it was already hard enough for her that she had to re-discover who she was without the tumour but now Alex and Mer were giving her a hard time about it – I thanked the Lord she had Maggie and April on her side.
“Do you want me to talk to Alex and Meredith about it?” I asked brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face, she shook her head against my chest but I still wasn’t convinced. This was bothering her more than she would admit but I wasn’t going to push her away by pushing for more information. “Anyway” I thought it best to change the conversation to something we would normally discuss “I pulled an all-nighter and couldn’t wait to get home and snuggle with you so the fact I found you and we can do this –“ she cut me off by crashing her lips onto mine. My hand pulled her by the back of her neck closer to me and I rolled so she was lying on top of me. Her hands held on to the collar of my scrub top as our tongues explored each others mouths. When she pulled away I was left breathless, a little confused but definitely wanting more,
“I’m sorry, you were saying” she smiled down at me biting her bottom lip a little, stray strands of her hair falling over her face and brushing my cheeks.
“Who me?” I grinned as she nodded “I… I wasn’t saying anything” I rolled us over so I was on top and kissed her again, she giggled into the kiss running her fingers through my head. I think we will be just fine in the long run.

Day 3 – First Date

“You are so lame,” Philip says.

 Lukas’s heart falls for half a second before he sees Philip’s teasing grin. He scratches the back of his neck, trying to look cool. 

“Yeah, well, it took, like, five seconds anyway.”

 Philip arches a brow, gesturing at the picnic blanket and the stupid little plates and forks and checkered napkins Lukas so loving arranged. “Fine,” Lukas admits, refusing to meet Philip’s gaze. “It took a while.”

 Philip shakes his head. “This is cute, you dumbass. I love it.”

 "You do?“ Lukas knows he sounds stupid and hopeful and lovesick.

 And then Philip is kissing him, smiling against his lips, and he tastes like happiness, sweet and strong. Lukas still feels stupid and lovesick, but that warm, unfamiliar feeling in his stomach rises up again, flooding through his whole body.

 "Of course I do,” Philip murmurs.

 His eyes are soft, and Lukas stares at the little mole underneath his bottom lip, wondering if it’s too early to make wedding plans. 

 Between mouthfuls of sandwich, Philip tells Lukas about his time in Idaho. “—that shit was crazy. I mean, seriously, this girl had five boyfriends in the same school, and she honestly thought none of them would find out. You should’ve seen the confrontation, I was choking on my laughter. I was crying." 

 And then he’s laughing, and Lukas is laughing, and their laughter carries across the lake, loud and joyous.

 Lukas lets Philip spoon-feed him bites of ice cream as he lies in Philip’s lap. "This is so gay,” Lukas says. He can feel Philip tense, and he sits up, grinning. “I’m so gay." 

 Philip’s answering smile is magic.

 Afterwards, they hold hands and walk back to the car. For the first time in a long time, Lukas feels content. He feels happy. "So I didn’t mess up our first proper date?” he asks. Philip squeezes his hand. “It was perfect.”

leise gehen

I set fingers on the keys, standard form, a gentle rest. A wall of stone and metal and slime goes up. It rises every time.

Behind the wall there are men in suits, beating birds. Feathers pass through the wall and land on my hands.

I type this, the feathers are profusely bleeding. My heart goes cold.

The men in suits pass papers back and forth. The papers are my works. Feeble, feeble. They shake their heads, they numbly stare, they shove my papers down their pants and dance.

An angel is behind me. He places a cool hand on the back of my head and pushes slow, but with great force. I can’t type like this. I feel an uneasy tickling at the nape of my neck. Angel fingers, he finds wires.

The angel shows me his wings, they are made of knives. I thought they would be the bird feathers, stained in blood. There are still dark pools beneath me. Continuing to press at my head, the angel asks me, [ RED OR BLACK? ] I don’t know - how can I know?

The men in suits are still dancing, there is no music, I can hear my papers wrinkling. Going soft.

The metal and slime of the wall reflect different parts of my hands. A knuckle, a nail, patches of skin. The stone hides my face, I am glad of this.

I think the angel is smiling. Maybe he’s cut the proper wire. Maybe not.

This has gone on long enough. The myriad reflections all shift to eyes, some blinking, all mine. The wall is me. I am the men in suits, and I am the angel. I am each bloody feather. I am dying birds. I am my own works, balled up in the trash. I don’t have a friend to toss them in the fire. I fear that these things are all that I am.

I don’t think there is a keyboard anymore. I don’t know - how can I know?

“Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.” - Franz Kafka


This is fun. Cute and disturbing at same time. .. I mean.. can’t imagine a kraang in a god mother costume lol

Prepare to have your mind blown  


I wouldn’t mind finding these four monsters under my bed :D

I hate to say this, but it seems the sleep deprivations suits you. I love the sleeping pile of arms, legs and shells. They remind me of kitties with those ribbons around their necks. Also April looks great. I just can’t take my eyes off of them, I want to adopt them :D

I did want to give it a sort of ‘pet’ vibe. The inspiration came from three places: generic anime cliches, dating sims, and pet raising sims. So really this is like some sort of horrific amalgamation of the three.

But with ninja turtles

Maybe they can upgrade (downgrade?) to french maid in the future.


YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THIS WAS UP! AHHHH IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING. Look at their cute little ribbons! And that note!  😂😂😂 Also, I absolutely lurve April’s hair ahhhhh

Well, at least it was a surprise then!

I tried to take aspects from all versions of April for the design. The overall look is clearly 2k12 (since I took the turtles and kraang from it I decided it’d be fitting if I took April from it too), her hair is meant to harken the 87 series, and I think I’ll dress her in the 2k3 clothes from time to time as well.


How dare you? Now my mind is threatening mama moments with April (Okay and some other moments too but mostly nurturing ‘im-going-to-raise-these-turts-peoperly’ mentality … Because I can’t help the family fluff!!!!!!

Family fluff is DEFINITELY a route that an be taken with this, and a precious one at that!

I figured, like with everything I do, I’d let people toss ideas and suggestions (or make silly comments; that’s the best) and I can build the story up from there. The premise is INSANELY loose, so really ANYTHING can happen.

Even then, I didn’t go into a lot of detail with it either (yet). This story could be cute, comedic, romantic, lewd, depressing, dark, pretty much anything depending on a lot of factors.

anonymous asked:

You know what my soft spot is? Imagining how BEAUTIFUL Joe thinks she is. Like, his Ex was cute but compared to Tay she's a wallflower. Can you imagine him kissing her in the morning telling her that she's so effortlessly beautiful? Or when she dresses up and puts make up on to go out he'd stop her for a second and whisper "how did I ever get so lucky" in her ear which makes her blush a lot .. I'm sure he thinks she's the most beautiful creature on this planet 😭

He definitely must love and cherish her a lot for her to be the happiest she’s been. He probably does shower her with kisses unexpectedly aw

It was a long, jolting ride from Inverness to Edinburgh,

crammed cheek by jowl into a large coach with two other ladies, the small and whiny son of one of the ladies, and four gentlemen of varying sizes and dispositions.

Mr. Graham, a small and vivacious gentleman of advanced years who was seated next to me, was wearing a bag of camphor and asafoetida about his neck, to the eyewatering discomfort of the rest of the coach.

“Capital for dispelling the evil humors of influenza,” he explained to me, waving the bag gently under my nose like a censer. “I have worn this daily through the autumn and winter months, and haven’t been sick a day in nearly thirty years!”

“Amazing!” I said politely, trying to hold my breath. I didn’t doubt it; the fumes probably kept everyone at such a distance that germs couldn’t reach him.

The effects on the little boy didn’t seem nearly so beneficial. After a number of loud and injudicious remarks about the smell in the coach, Master Georgie had been muffled in his mother’s bosom, from which he now peeped, looking rather green. I kept a close eye on him, as well as on the chamber pot beneath the seat opposite, in case quick action involving a conjunction of the two should be called for.

I gathered that the chamber pot was for use in inclement weather or other emergency, as normally the ladies’ modesty required stops every hour or so, at which point the passengers would scatter into the roadside vegetation like a covey of quail, even those who did not require relief of bladder or bowels seeking some relief from the stench of Mr. Graham’s asafoetida bag.

After one or two changes, Mr. Graham found his place beside me superseded by Mr. Wallace, a plump young lawyer, returning to Edinburgh after seeing to the disposition of the estate of an elderly relative in Inverness, as he explained to me.

I didn’t find the details of his legal practice nearly as fascinating as he did, but under the circumstances, his evident attraction to me was mildly reassuring, and I passed several hours in playing with him upon a small chess set that he produced from a pocket and laid upon his knee.

My attention was distracted both from the discomforts of the journey and the intricacies of chess by anticipation of what I might find in Edinburgh. A. Malcolm. The name kept running through my mind like an anthem of hope. A. Malcolm. It had to be Jamie, it simply had to! James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser.

“Considering the way the Highland rebels were treated after Culloden, it would be very reasonable for him to use an assumed name in a place like Edinburgh,” Roger Wakefield had explained to me. “Particularly him—he was a convicted traitor, after all. Made rather a habit of it, too, it looks like,” he had added critically, looking over the scrawled manuscript of the antitax diatribe. “For the times, this is bloody near sedition.”

“Yes, that sounds like Jamie,” I had said dryly, but my heart had leapt at the sight of that distinctively untidy scrawl, with its boldly worded sentiments. My Jamie. I touched the small hard rectangle in my skirt pocket, wondering how long it would be, before we reached Edinburgh.

The weather kept unseasonably fine, with no more than the occasional drizzle to hinder our passage, and we completed the journey in less than two days, stopping four times to change horses and refresh ourselves at posthouse taverns.

The coach debouched into a yard at the back of Boyd’s Whitehorse tavern, near the foot of the Royal Mile in Edinburgh. The passengers emerged into the watery sunshine like newly hatched chrysalids, rumpled of wing and jerky in movement, unaccustomed to mobility. After the dimness of the coach, even the cloudy gray light of Edinburgh seemed blinding.

I had pins and needles in my feet from so long sitting, but hurried nonetheless, hoping to escape from the courtyard while my erstwhile companions were busy with the retrieval of their belongings. No such luck; Mr. Wallace caught up with me near the street.

“Mrs. Fraser!” he said. “Might I beg the pleasure of accompanying you to your destination? You will surely require some assistance in the removal of your luggage.” He looked over his shoulder toward the coach, where the ostlers were heaving the bags and portmanteaux apparently at random into the crowd, to the accompaniment of incoherent grunts and shouts.

“Er…” I said. “Thank you, but I…er, I’m leaving my luggage in charge of the landlord. My…my…” I groped frantically. “My husband’s servant will come fetch it later.”

His plump face fell slightly at the word “husband,” but he rallied gallantly, taking my hand and bowing low over it.

“I quite see. May I express my profound appreciation for the pleasure of your company on our journey, then, Mrs. Fraser? And perhaps we shall meet again.” He straightened up, surveying the crowd that eddied past us. “Is your husband meeting you? I should be delighted to make his acquaintance.”

While Mr. Wallace’s interest in me had been rather flattering, it was rapidly becoming a nuisance.

“No, I shall be joining him later,” I said. “So nice to have met you, Mr. Wallace; I’ll hope to see you again sometime.” I shook Mr. Wallace’s hand enthusiastically, which disconcerted him enough for me to slither off through the throng of passengers, ostlers and food sellers.

I didn’t dare pause near the coachyard for fear he would come out after me.

Hello Everyone!!

I’m so sorry for not being here in a while! I…-sighs- I think I might fell into a bit of depresion? I’m not sure, I just felt so down, My mom’s birthday was this month, one of my cat’s almost died. I just couldnt see myself being here ya know ? Thank god my cat felt the need to fuck death in the butt and is now better, it seems like she had an infection but is much better of it now! 

So yeah, I’m sad because I couldnt do the challenge more, but oh well, things happens and…yeah -rubs neck- Uhm, I’ll be back as soon as I can

(psssst I’ll also be trying to reply to you @luckycharmy19 sorry for the delay ; ; )

omgomg ok so

i went to the chiropractor for the first time ever today, because i’ve been getting migraines and it seemed like it was from neck tension.

this dude was recommended to me as “the best in the nashville area” by someone whose father is a chiropractor, so i’m like ya ok i’ll go to that guy (he’s also like a nutritionist i guess)

i get there and he does the normal stuff you’d expect, checking tension in different places and whatnot

and then

he does this thing where he has me lay down and he holds my arm out and tells me to try to push back when he puts pressure on it. so i do, and it’s easy to push back. and then he says “now i’m gonna do a bit of voodoo” and i was like wat ok, so he puts an orange pill bottle with some powder in it on my chest and tells me to do the same thing. so i do, and it’s easy again, and then he switches out the pill bottle for a different one with a different powder, aND I CANT PUSH BACK. and i was like wHAT THE CRAP IS THAT OMG. and he shows me the label and it says like “wheat/flour” or something, and he says “you have an intolerance to gluten” and i was like HUH WHAT HOW DID U

and then he explained that it’s some kind of energy thing and it’s genetic and wow until just then i thought the intolerance thing was a load of crap but wow. like. the flour itself wasn’t even touching me. and i was wEaKeNeD by it.

so uh

this is gonna be fun i guess

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lifeasasim  asked:

OC Ask: For Nico. I'd like to know more about you! :3

“Hei! Wow, I don’t know what to tell you,” says Nico, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I’m not that interesting. Um. Well – I’m 17. I’m the oldest child of the family, it’s just me and my baby sister Liliana. Uh, my mamma had me young and my biological dad was never really in the picture but my mamma is the absolute best!” he exclaims.

“She was a waitress for a long time and we lived with my Nona until I was eight, when mamma met my step-dad – well I just call him dad – and they had Liliana then opened up the restaurant together.”

“That’s sort of why I want to go to university, I want to study business management and help them with the restaurant and maybe expand it one day. That’d be cool, continuing their hard work.”

“Friends-wise I have the sickest bros ever! There’s Ronan, Matheo and Hendrik. We’ve been best friends since like, forever. Ronan is super chill, and like always there to talk. He really cares about everything. Matheo is fun and always down to try new things. Hendrik is pretty quiet until you get to know him, I know he’s been having a hard time recently and is more closed off so I get why some people don’t like him. But he a good bro.”

“Um,” Nico blushes and a smile spreads across his face, “then there’s Emilie.”

“I wrecked July 25, 1998. I was paralyzed from my neck down for three and a half months before I could even get a twitch … When I wrecked, I got hit in the head with a duck. I was riding my Harley Davidson. I looked down and I was doing 100 k. Then when I looked up, all I could do was hold on tight because a duck blew out of the reeds, missed my wind screen and bounced off my melon. So that was like Saturday night at the cowboy bar — just an explosion of lights and pain and down in the ditch I went. There I was laying on my face with my arms crossed underneath me and paralyzed from my neck down. I had to hang out there for forty minutes until I was found … From there, it’s been onward and upward. I’ve had lots of support from family and friends, no one would let me give up … One door closes, another one opens, that’s all.”

“My daughters were eleven and fourteen. With my WalkAide, I was able to walk my youngest daughter down the aisle. That was in 2011 I think.”

“This WalkAide gave me my life back. I work with Spinal Cord Injury Alberta and I also do consulting in the oil field … with Spinal Cord Injury Alberta, I can walk people through the process of catastrophic injuries. To be able to show people that there’s light at the end of the tunnel and that there’s work for them. It’s easy for them to relate to me because I know what it’s like to feel trapped and not have feeling from my neck down. Spinal Cord Injury Alberta is funded by the United Way. They’ve done so much for me and my family.”

every bioware animation
  • back of the head scratch
  • a character shaking their head in disbelief or disgust with hand on their forehead, looking down
  • that kiss animation used since origins and in every mass effect game where they very slowly go in, hesitate, bop their heads around, and really go in for the kiss 
  • when a character, usually female, talks and puts their two hands in front of them like a robot and shakes them to illustrate their point
  • a character leans back on one leg with their arms loose
  • the exit-stage-right an NPC does after a conversation ends
  • angry limp wrist pointing
  • neck/collar bone scratch 
  • a slow crossing of the arms in times of suspicion
  • that punch animation 
  • drinking alcohol and violently shaking head
  • a character gives a half smile with an eyebrow raised
  • pointing behind with thumb, body turns very slightly

no offence but let yourself be ugly!! you don’t have to fix your hair if you’re not going anywhere you don’t have to cover up ur spots or change out of your lounge pants to go buy milk like damn we really gotta let ourselves be comfortable without constantly apologising for just looking normal and it’s hard but i think we need to practice looking in the mirror and saying i look ugly af today and that’s okay!! tru self care is letting urself be ugly tbh

i can’t decide between quoting lucky i’m in love with my best friend and lucky we’re in love in every way from this song that resonates with this picture, and my feelings, perfectly

seamus and dean you guys