and at last i've finished it


modern disney aesthetic
↳ aladdin

Top 20 Larry fics in 2016 over 100k by kudos on Ao3

* criteria; completed in 2016 and not part of a fic series

1. Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by dolce_piccante for docilelou
2. California Sold by isthatyoularry
3. To Be Loved To Be In Love by Angel_Dust
4. Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12
5. Nameless Night by green_feelings
6. wings to break your fall by karamelised
7. Hiding Place by alivingfire
8. Time Bomb by ThisSentimentalHeart
9. Fight For Me by Mie1412
10. Bloodline by banana_louis
11. Never Be by cherrystreet
12. And You’re My Ever After by NiamJenn1994
13. Luscious blood by Deidei
14. run away home by hattalove
15. Into the wild by Deidei
16. Lights Will Guide You Home by louisxharry1
17. Only You Can Be My Alpha by wubwubnparmaham
18. Fake It Till You Make It by thealmightyavocado
19. Dominus. by SS98
20. you are in love by wildestdreams


The Star Guardian Ahri fan art! Actually I did this work last year~I've refiend it recently, Ahri, which is the best champion in League of Legend I think ! So I finished this fan work! Picture 7 and 8 is Gif~ And the picture 8 is the process of illustration. The last picture which I've down last year. Picture6 is the new one. Hope that you can like it! Just the fan art!


so, as a creative person, i’ve decided to stop counting all the days I didn’t do something write/draw/play music/etc. 

so i didn’t do something creative today. there’s most likely a reason. i’m tired from school or work. i’m going through some personal issues. maybe i’m just in a rut.

and guess what?

that’s okay.

i’ve decided instead of making my creative hobby a something that I SHOULD DO, it should just be something I want to do. 

It should always just be something I want to do and if I can’t do it, I promise not to beat myself up over it. 

the foxes as things i've said:
  • kevin day: *consumes my own drinks and my friend's drinks* alcohol poisoning come at me.
  • andrew minyard: nice guys finish last, which is why i act like a dick
  • aaron minyard: no seriously, fuck that noise. fuck your noise. fuck my own noise. let's all just shut the fuck up.
  • nicky hemmick: "it's only gay if-?" pls. it's always gay. lol no hetero.
  • neil josten: leg days? more like leg life. i'm always running away from my problems, bitch.
  • matt boyd: *stares lovingly into my best friend's eyes* wow, wait what did u say?
  • allison reynolds: when u said pretty, i heard it as petty and i was like: yeah, same thing tbh.
  • renee walker: knives are aesthetically pleasing but i won't hesitate to use them because blood can be aesthetic too. <3
  • dan wilds: really, ur mistake is thinking i'll be nice just because i smiled at u once.
  • coach wymack: what kind of shituation?
  • Bonus- Seth Gordon: i'm dead af but who cares *shrug emoji*

there are parallel universes where this didn’t happen.
where i was with you, and you were with me.
and whatever universe that is, that’s the one where my heart lives in. (insp.)


recently Noragami took over my life and as a consequence I’m accepting a fan theory as canon a g a i n


Wednesday and Amelia are spending their weekend house sitting/baby sitting Amelia’s youngest sister Temperance, who is most likely going to be their little flower girl.🌼

futurealienabductee  asked:

You are terrible. You are very bad at being a cat. You failed all your cat exams and you aren't allowed to be a cat. The examination board wrote and said you have to be a guinea pig.

No one ask me how these suddenly turned into ficlits. Even I don’t know.

Damian was already irritated when he shuffled into his room. Father had pulled him from patrol before he’d even finished getting ready. He’d sworn he was fine, but the moment the words had come out of his mouth he’d started coughing, sealing his fate to sleep the night through. That is if he could ever get Alfred to move from his bed.

The cat had curled himself up in the middle of the bed, and refused to move. Damian was a firm advocate of teaching his pets to listen, and refused to just shove the cat from his perch. Usually a stern command worked, but Damian’s head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls and was sure his voice was suffering for it.

Then there was his cough. He couldn’t get a few words out before it caught them and stole his thunder. Alfred simply regarded him with an irritating patience. As if he were waiting for Damian to give up and take the floor. An option that was abhorrent to the boy.

“Move.” Damian tried again, his voice coming out as a croak. Why had he thought it was a good idea to try and patrol tonight anyway? He’d learned the hard way that sometimes it was better to rest and lose one night of patrol then get sicker and lose many.

Alfred’s tail swished, and the cat blinked at him. Damian glared.

“Get down.” He said again pointing first to the cat then to the floor.

The cat had the audacity to stand, turn, and resume his rest facing away from Damian. Damian was too tired for this. Could Alfred not tell he wasn’t feeling well? All he wanted to do was lay down and sleep off the stuffy head and ache in his chest, and his cat refused to comply.

“You are terrible.” Damian said, stomping around to face him. “You are very bad at being a cat.”

Alfred raised his head and yawned. Well two could play that game. Damian would show him. What kind of loving cat didn’t respect his masters wishes?

He glared. “You’ve failed all your cat exams and are no longer allowed to be a cat.” He said. That would do it, would show him.

Instead Alfred blinked at him, still bored. Still seemingly unmoved by Damian’s words.

The boy pointed an accusing finger at him. “Guess what? The examination bored wrote and said you have to be a guinea pig. That’s all your good for.” He crossed his arms and huffed a tired. “Tt.” To finish his telling off of the cat.

Alfred meowed at him. It was a slightly confused sound, accompanied by a head tilt. At it Damian broke. “Fine.” He said. “Keep the bed. I didn’t need it anyway.”

He plopped down on the ground in front of his bed. He was too tired to argue with his cat. The only good thing that had come from the exchange was that he hadn’t coughed the whole time.

At the thought his throat tickled and he groaned, letting himself lean forward until his forehead rested against the side of the bed. Above him there was a tiny rustle before Alfred hopped off the mattress to land beside Damian. He eyed the creature as it curled up beside his thigh, purring gently.

“Traitor.” Damian grumbled.

happy (belated) birthday to our beloved sunshine ♡


“A monster that refused, sometimes, to behave like a monster. When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?”  
 ― Kristin Cashore, Graceling

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