Winter Love

I did it :p I provided, I suppose, a “background” on the bottom? I’ll fix all of this up later, don’t worry! :D

Last one of the night because I am extremely tired. 

Enjoy, sweets! <3

So it was confirmed that Adrien has learned how to flirt from movies and shows and anime. So I was just thinking about how one day Chat flirts with Ladybug like he usually does but then she actually flirts back with a cheeky smile and everything. And Chat just panics and is all flustered and is like “WELL WILL YOU LOOK AT THE TIME HAHA I THINK WE’RE DONE WITH PATROL FOR TODAY.”

And runs off back to his house and when he detransforms in his room he goes to his anime DVD collection and starts freaking out and Plagg is like

“What are you freaking out about?”


Happy Birthday to my lovely friend [and a mermaid in disguise] , Ari! @arikafd

She is such a lovely person and I’m so so glad to have met her! She is an awesome artist and a very funny and beautiful person! She deserves so much love! Thank you, Ari for being such an amazing artist and such an amazing friend to have! Happy birthday!

hi friends! so i recently hit 4k (which is super cool, thanks a bunch) and i figured i’d do a little tumblr awards sort of things to celebrate :)


mbf me

gotta reblog this post (likes will only count for bookmarks)

must reblog before october 29th (that’s when winners will be chosen)


  • best url
  • best aesthetic blog
  • best icon

  • best mobile theme
  • best desktop theme

  • best overal content
  • best tøp blog

  • best phan/dan and phil blog
  • personal favorites 

that’s all! once again, please reblog before october 29th or you won’t be counted!! 

Art suggestions for tonight~

Its Friday night, and I feel like doodling a bit to get into the swing of Inktober….So, for a short while I’ll take some drawing suggestions and do a few that I like :)

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From the moment McCoy’s first boot stepped off the transporter pad he knew something was off. He could feel it in his bones for he knew the ISS Enterprise like the back of his hand and this—this wasn’t it. With a stoic face, the doctor didn’t even glance at the transport room crew as he started to leave through the door, but was halted by voiced concern behind him.

“Dr. McCoy? Are you alright–what happened to your eye? Should I–” the man literally choked on his words as he was cut off by a cold stare that could silence a room. A single hazel eye stared out with an icy intensity but it was the opposing, the eye on the right, which had the technician choking on his speech. A horrid gash, slashing upwards from mid cheek-bone, just a hair closer to his nose than his ear. It reached up across his eye, the iris grey and deadened, and ended about an inch above his eyebrow. The wound had clearly healed but still had yet to have aged, the forming scar still pinkened from blood still rushing to the surface. He’d not had it very long after all. Satisfied that the infernal questions ended before they could begin, McCoy turned his head back towards the door exiting out into the corridor. The doctor slipped his hands behind his back, steady fingers curling around his wrist to keep them there before calmly leaving the room without uttering a single word.

A glance to the left, a more exaggerated head turned to the right as that eye was useless to him, McCoy started to gain his bearings. This looked identical to his ship, his Enterprise–and yet–he just knew it was far from it. Lifting his foot out straight in front of him, McCoy balanced on his back foot, seemingly deciding which way to venture first. With a disinterested, brief perking of his brow the man simply leaned a bit to the left. Hips swung ‘round to straighten himself out and his foot touched down to step right into a walk. His steps were precise as he traveled down through recognizable corridors, passing various parts of the ship that reassembled his own. Yes, the layout of this ship was the same because in a matter of minutes he had found ‘his’ quarters. As soon as the door whooshed shut behind him, the doctor’s gaze panned across the room. Nearly identical to his own, aside from some differing choices of decor.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out he’d somehow ended up in some alternate universe, one painstakingly similar to his own. There was little use getting panicked at this revelation, who knows, this place might prove useful. Clearly there was another version of himself and he was twistedly curious about what he must be like in this universe. He’d have to learn if he wanted to stay under the radar, for calling attention to himself could prove most—undesirable. Oh, he was opportunistic, he’d wait it out as long as he needed to. The eye could be explained away somehow and he’d easily be able to lie his way through any other questions that might come up with any ways he differed from the Leonard McCoy of this universe. He’d wait, he’d fit in long enough to observe if any resources or knowledge here could prove useful back home, if he got back home that was. His motives were clear.

Long live the Terran Empire.

okay so being in a really competitive art school they always tell you how hard it is to get an A on a project and how you really have to stand out from others and at the end of drawing studio today out teacher was getting ready to hand out the report cards and he just trying to explain how having a C is okay and it average and you shouldn’t beat yourself up on that and I was already FREAKIng the FUCk out because I knew I was gonna get so upset at myself and then he told us only one person got an A on the two projects he had graded… and on one critique we had I felt awful because I broke a bunch of rules we had required so like… I was just like wow I failed I hate this.. and he gave me the report card and I just didn’t even open yet I just walked out of the building it was pouring down raining and thundering and I was listening to “Let Me” which is my favorite song on the new album and I finally got the courage to open the card… and I got two As…. and I started crying so hard you guys it felt like some scene in a movie it was crazy

anonymous asked:

Hey there! I'm in a pretty shitty place in life right know, but I wanted to share something that is a ray of hope for me. I got a key tattoed on my side and it's in watercolour style, and because I'm a proud bisexual i chose the colors of the bi-pride flag. So now I always carry the reminder that I have the key to survive everything life throws at me in myself and that I won't let anyone take away my pride ever again! PS: Thank you guys for your blog!

anonymous asked:

That person who said "Oh so sexuality excited the youth and not personality" really needs to Stop. Like... representation is important. I never realized, but I, as a mixed race person, look up to a lot of mixed race actors and performers. Like, I never noticed, but I went back and saw how I liked as a child, and they were all like me. That's because when you aren't represented, you freak out about the few people and characters that you get. Seriously, representation is important.

I know right? Like I could probably count on one hand how many characters in media are explicitly bisexual and I often wonder how much more accepting of my sexuality I would’ve been if there had been more people like me when I was growing up but yeah you know representation doesn’t matter it’s “”“"personality”“”“ that matters more

So, fair warning, this will be me the entire day, thanks to Critical Role.

Originally posted by i-am-a-lucky-artefact

If you don’t want to get inundated by an even worse tidal wave of posts/fangirl screaming then when Peggysous became canon on Agent Carter, yyou can blacklist critical role or cr spoilers.

Don’t have a good relationship with food? Start Cooking!

The best part is that you DON’T have to eat it if you don’t want to. Cook for your enjoyment and get ridiculously good at it. Cook healthy food, cook healthy junk food, bake some delicious goods and pastries, bake cakes and try a variety of deserts. Bake for your family or friends or whomever. Heck even cook a full course dinner for them sometimes.

The thing is that it will completely change your mindset about food. It will be more than some meaningless thing that goes inside you that you don’t even feel hunger for. Or feel too much hunger for.

Cooking is an art, a science and a craft. It takes patience and creativity and resilience… and burning things or overcooking them and starting over. (I still can’t get rice to work….. freaking rice)

Cook whatever you want, challenge yourself in making new things, foreign foods and recipes and stuff. Start watching cooking shows on youtube, there are tons of them and each have their unique style and twists and cheats.

You don’t have to be a good cook, you don’t even need to know how to cook. Doesn’t matter if you burn water or set your cereal on fire. Start watching cooking shows for the art of it and maybe do this as your hobby. One little dish a day.

Cooking has really had a good impact on me, i mean i now know how to properly knead dough and it just makes me happy, not because i can make pizza, but the pizza i’ll eat will be from my own hands and i know every piece of ingredient and every step that went into it. And that makes it 300% better. 

As i said, you don’t have to eat what you make, but make it look pretty AF and mouthwatering and beautiful to look at. And try making it delicious. Cause food is nourishment for the body, yes, but taste is nourishment for the soul. 

anonymous asked:

29 with Luke?

#29: “I thought you were dead.”

10:15pm [Received] Hey babe. On my way home, will be there in twenty. x

10:16pm [Sent] See you soon xo

11:04pm [Sent] Hey baby! Where are you?

11:20pm [Sent] You said you would be home in twenty like…an hour ago. You okay?

11:42pm [Sent] You’re freaking me out. Why aren’t you answering?

12:20am [Sent] Fuck, Luke. Answer me.

It had been hours since you last spoke with Luke. He was on his way home from a party– or something, it didn’t matter. What mattered was he texted you three hours ago after leaving his location and he had yet to arrive home. 

You gave him a few chances to text you back before calling him, but the only sound you were granted was the tone of his voicemail. 

1:04am [Outgoing] Hey, you’ve reached Luke. I can’t get to the phone right now, but I’ll call you back as soon as I can.

“Fuck,” you muttered, throwing your phone onto the bed in front of where your body was pacing back and forth. An idea struck you mid-pace: text Michael. He had been with Luke earlier, as seen by his Snapchat story. 

1:10am [Sent] Hey Michael. Is Luke with you? Have you heard from him? 

1:12am [Received] He left hours ago. Is he not home?

1:12am [Sent] No, he texted me at 10:15 and said he was on his way home. I’m freaking out. Did he say he was going anywhere else?

1:13am [Recieved] Nope. I’ll try calling him, let me know if you need anything. x


Right at that moment, your entire world froze at the sound of a key turning in the lock of the front door. Your body exited the bedroom, eyes flying straight towards the front door as your boyfriend walked through the frame. 

You sighed, a wave of relief passing over your body. “Fucking hell, Luke! Where were you?”

His eyes shot up, one hand being lifted to run through his hair. “You waited up for me? I am so sorry,” he whispered, making a beeline towards your body to wrap his strong arms around you. 

“What the hell happened?”

“I am so sorry. My phone died right after I texted you,” he explained. “Calum needed me and I ended up getting stuck at his for so long. I am so sorry,” he repeated. 

“I thought you were dead,” you deadpanned, squeezing his body tightly. 

“I’m so sorry, I should have texted you on Cal’s phone or charged my phone or something. I am so sorry that I scared you,” he spoke frantically, holding your face with hands on either side of your face. 

“Don’t ever do that again,” you whispered, tears stinging at the backs of your eyes. 

“I won’t, I promise,” he said, placing a kiss directly onto your lips. He kissed you with so much worry and so much apologeticness, whispering quiet ‘I love yous’ in between kisses. You weren’t mad, you were just scared. But everything was okay now, because he was here with you and arrived in one piece. 

jessica812  asked:

I just wanted to say I absolutely love Fatal! I always have a soft spot for the glitchy Sans' anyway, but Fatal is just adorable, which makes me love him more. I also adore the comic and I'm looking forward to the next part (like always) to see where the story takes us :)

Oh wow, thank you so much :D It makes me very happy to hear that you like Fatal, and that you’re enjoying the comic so far! :) (also I freaking love glitchy aesthetic stuff so I’m right there with you haha)

  My Immortal Paragraph Generator Meme.

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Hi my name is Christine Daaé and I have long chestnut brown hair bigger than a damn lion’s mane that reaches my mid back and soft brown eyes like melted chocolate and a lot of people tell me I look like Rachel Ray. (AN: if u don’t know who they are get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Raoul de Chagny but I wish I was because they’re a major fucking hottie. I have pale af white skin. I’m also a lead soprano, and I do ballet in the Opera House i work for my angel of music who happens to be my stalker lol who knew (I’m 18). I’m the good girl (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly white to demonstrate my sublime purity. I love the costume department since Erik won’t let me fucking go out and I borrow all my clothes from there cause no other option . For example today I was wearing a a white lace corset and frilly skirt that i can hardly get out of a door frame, white sheer stockings and i don’t wear shoes because they’re extra. I was wearing eye shadow darker than Carlotta’s soul. I was walking outside center stage. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of Carlotta’s crew stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. "Hey Christine Daaé!“ shouted a voice. I looked up. It was… Erik!

Some later in the evening doodles.

Percy…gods he was literally being devoured by Orthax. I feel like its just…it’s gotta be something that will come up later.
Like the man’s soul was freaking tattered!
Like are you kidding me?

This will need to come up at some point because I feel it’s just too important a point not to focus on. Percy’s essence was being eaten away at and he could feel it. He remembered it.
Also have a Trinket.

For Better or For Worse (2)

GOT7′s Jaebum ; fluff & angst

“You knew you would never be the same, for better or for worse.”

Part 1, 2

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