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The new wall arrangement above my desk, featuring the amazing drawing @deboracabral made on commission for my sister @badassindistress since the two of them apparantly wanted to give me death of feelings for my birthday.

Full drawing (which I will fawn and scream and possibly cry over forever) below the cut!

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brassfannibal  asked:

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~) 🌈🌈

Gahhhh thank you :D 

1. I have an enjoyable sense of humor. I amuse myself at least. :P

2.  I’ve always liked my hair, but dying it blue after always wanting it has been sheer joy. 

3. I have an affinity for making friends with cats. All my cats over the years have been strays that decided to adopt me.

4. I’m pretty comfortable in my own skin and it’s a nice feeling.

5. I write okay.

Morgana, all the time: “Holy shit, Ryuji, you useless waste of space, you enormous mistake of nature, you irrelevant bundle of chromosomes, you missed an attack again, you fucking hopeless Darwinian nightmare, just put your shotgun inside of your mouth and give yourself a buckshot mouthwash, do us all a favor and get your leg broken again, get discarded in a desert, get fucked, die and get buried in a shallow grave so I can pee on your damn body whenever I damn remember how much I hate you, now and forever”

Ryuji, that one time: “Hah, Morgana, you’re kinda useless, now we have two members that do all you were supposed to do, not only better, they actually do it.”

Morgana:

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You think you’re hot stuff just because you’re a Yonko’s right hand man...
but Luffy’s the man who’s gonna become pirate king! In other words...
his hunger is absolutely limitless! - Nami The Queen

She was so much closer than he’d realized, their faces inches apart, her expression wide and hesitant and vulnerable.

“My Lady,” he whispered. He was helpless in the ocean of blue that was her eyes; whatever had seemed so awful also seemed very far away. Nothing was dark or brutal or hopeless when they were this close, and he wasn’t the only one moving closer.


My vacations are oveerr so now It will take me more time to be able to post any finished pics, sadly D:. I have to paint a lot of new pieces for a college project ´v` BUT I will still have tons of doodles.

While my actual piece for State of Grace (by the awesome @dragonsinparis) is on the making (it won’t show up until at least next month thanks to all this stuff I gotta paint), get this quickie for one of the moments that broke me.
GO READ THAT THING AND SHATTER INTO TINY PIECES WITH ME. THIS FIC IS FLAWLES JUST GO i-i

anonymous asked:

I have this personal headcannon where Andrew actually has the cutest laugh in the fucking world but NO ONE CAN EVER KNOW THAT HES SO CUTE. Anyway, could you write a thing where Neil or even the foxes hear it for the first time and are like ???? He's so cute???

The years go on and on, and even though the other foxes might not think so, Neil can tell that Andrew is making huge steps in his recovery. He can see it in the way Andrew carries himself, in the ways he responds to certain situations, and how he acts when they’re alone together.

Quite frankly, he doesn’t care if anyone else notices, and neither does Andrew. Bee probably knows; her and Andrew still do weekly sessions over skype once he graduates and moves away, and that helps too.

More than anything, Andrew learns how to enjoy little things in life, and it all builds up to more and more good days. He still has bad ones, but deep wounds can still heal with time and distance and therapy.

Today, they’re having a quiet day in on their rest day. It’s mid-November and Chicago is miserable, so they’re content to wrap up in blankets and drink coffee and write the day off as a rest day. Neil wakes up to find Andrew in the kitchen, mockingly meow-ing back at King who is pacing around his ankles.

“He’s talkative this morning,” Neil mumbles, pouring himself coffee and then leaning against Andrew who is making them eggs.

“I drop one bit of egg on the ground and he suddenly thinks it’s all for him,” Andrew says, his hip bumping Neil’s in a silent good morning.

Neil chuckles, making kissy faces at King and drinking his coffee until the eggs are done.


After breakfast, Andrew and Neil grab their spare blankets and wrap up on the couch (which is really more of a loveseat), both of them in a corner with their legs tangled up together. Andrew grabs a book from the coffee table and opens it to wherever he had stopped last, and Neil messes around on his phone before deciding to flip through the TV channels.

It’s peaceful until King begins meowing up a storm again, pacing all around the couch like he can’t quite decide where is the best place to jump up. Andrew meows back at him once more, which gets a smile out of Neil, and Andrew glances at him out of the corner of his eye. Neil sees the telltale signs of Andrew’s happiness around his eyes, and although it’s still a rare occurrence, it’s not a complete surprise when Andrew grins too.

What does surprise both of them is the fact that King tries to jump up onto the back of the couch. It’s a lower seated piece of furniture, so he usually can make it, but today his claws sink into the fabric next to Andrew’s shoulder and squirms around for a second before dropping back to the floor. It’s almost comically Lion King-esque, and Andrew and Neil both stare at him for a second.

Then, Andrew laughs.

It’s short, but it’s almost a giggle and it’s nothing like the quiet snorts Neil has gotten so used to.

It’s so endearing that Neil can’t help but laugh along, and while he still laughs like it’s been startled out of him, he catches the way that it makes Andrew smile a little wider.

Neither of them mention it, because they don’t have to. They just go back to reading and watching TV, but every once and a while Neil can’t help but sneak a peek at Andrew.

“Pay attention to your show,” Andrew comments, not glancing up.

“Can’t,” Neil says, smile sliding back onto his face as Andrew finally looks up at him.

He doesn’t smile again, but his eyes soften and he nudges Neil’s knee with his own. “Your attention span has gotten worse and worse.”

Neil shrugs, clicking the TV off and snuggling back into his corner. “It’s not as interesting.”

Andrew rolls his eyes and looks back down at his book, and slowly Neil drifts off into a nap. Their house is quiet and calm and full of everything that makes Neil happy, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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sassy Slytherin!Yoongi🌵🐍