and has conversations with it


For @dirkweek AU day: Humanstuck. The backstory of this picture is Leijons and Striders are sportsmen and take part in different competitions. Nepeta replaces Meulin for a while in Heart team and attend trainings and join little strifes Dirk arranges. But she doesn’t behave very professional: she doesn’t like when it takes very long and takes a lot of breaks. At first it was quite annoying, but Dirk is too cool to be bothered by this, especially by this friendly girl, who always find a good theme for a conversation or stuff to do. For example, today she has found out, that he has a “special someone” and wants to ask if she can add them to her shipping wall. He’s surprised.

And this is for shipping day, and it’s pretty old (was drawn on 01.01.17), but i’ve never posted it, but i think i should now. And this is also a redraw of my another very old 2016 pic, which i won’t show, ‘cause it’s cringy af

anonymous asked:

How about that Hansel and Gretel idea we were tossing around? :) - peony

Ha. XD Thanks to @peonymoss for digging up the original conversation here.

“This forest looks like something out of a fairy tale.”

Daniel murmured the words for Peggy’s ears only, getting a wry half-smile from her, but of course Jack – fighting his way through the undergrowth a few feet in front of them, visible mainly by his dancing flashlight beam – overheard him. “If any singing dwarves show up, you get to ask them for directions to Snow White’s house,” his voice drifted back.

“I’d rather ask them for directions to the road,” Daniel retorted. “You sure we’re headed in the right direction, oh keeper of the orienteering merit badge?”

“You want to come up here and take the compass, be my guest.” Jack’s flashlight beam jerked erratically as he struggled through a thicket. “And that’s merit badges in orienteering, camping, and fly-tying, thanks.”

“Keep your voices down,” Peggy said softly. “Dottie may be nearby.”

After that reminder, the only sounds were the crunching of their feet and Daniel’s crutch, with occasional curses when someone stumbled into a patch of thorns or accidentally stepped into a mud hole.

These were old woods, dense and tangled, draped in creepers, and pitch dark at night. Daniel rested a hand on a slippery tree trunk as he struggled over a log, and his fingers came away covered with rotted bark and bits of moss. Daylight would probably have stripped the magic from the place, but by night it brought to mind the folk tales his father had told him long ago: stories from the old country, eerie and dark, filled with lost children and wolves and enchanted monsters.

Jack stopped, his blond hair glimmering in starlight. Peggy and Daniel nearly bumped into him. “What is it?” Daniel murmured, and then he saw. The trees opened up ahead. Under the sliver of a thin moon, a small house stood alone in the middle of a clearing. It looked abandoned; the windows gaped darkly, bereft of glass, and the old stone chimney hinted that the place had been built before the turn of the century. Still, in this dense woodland, the clearing should have been completely overgrown. The fact that it was open and nearly clear hinted that someone had been here before them.

“Trap?” Jack whispered.

“Do you have to ask?” was Peggy’s soft reply.

The dark house in the middle of the midnight woods seemed to hold a sinister air. Daniel wished he hadn’t been thinking about fairy tales just then. Especially the ones where the children got eaten.

Jack shone his flashlight on the ground in front of them, densely covered with dead leaves. It was very flat, almost suspiciously so to Daniel’s eyes. “Seems safe enough.”

“Looks can be deceiving,” Peggy said.

“You two cover me. I’ll just hop over there and have a peek.”

As Jack took a step forward, Daniel had a sudden realization of what it was about that too-flat ground that had nagged at him. “Jack –!” he began, reaching out.

Too late. Jack’s foot went down and kept going. With a tremendous splash, he vanished from sight into what turned out to be pitch-black water covered with a thin skin of leaves.

Jack surfaced a moment later with a yelp and another huge splash. Peggy scrambled forward to seize one of his flailing hands and hauled him, dripping, back under the cover of the trees.

“… don’t step there,” Daniel finished. Jack was bent over with his hands on his knees, trailing long streamers of pond weeds and coughing.

“Thanks for the advice, Sousa,” Jack snapped when he was able to. He swiped a handful of dead leaves out of his hair. “Anybody seen my flashlight?”

“I think it’s still down there.” Peggy pointed at the wavering patch of light, shimmering beneath the leaves for a moment longer before it went out.

She had her gun out, and Daniel drew his own. “So, now that everyone within a two-mile radius knows we’re here …” he said, pointedly.

Jack brushed pond scum off his shoulders and extracted something from his pocket that looked suspiciously like a frog; he tossed it into the water, where it vanished with a plop. “Hey, I did the hard part and revealed the moat for everyone’s benefit. Anyone else want to take a turn at finding a dry path to the witch’s house?”

Peggy promptly took the lead. Daniel suspected she’d been waiting for the opportunity. Giving Jack a nudge to his slightly squishy shoulder, Daniel murmured, “Don’t you mean Snow White’s house?”

“Does that look like a place Snow White would live? I think we’re well into Hansel and Gretel territory by now.”

“I take it Dottie’s the witch in that scenario.”

“And we’re the saps who should’ve left a trail of bread crumbs,” Jack muttered. He drew his gun from its slimy holster and followed them around the edge of the pond.

you: goes to a party, has a few drinks, gets drunk and dances and makes out with a cute person

me, an intellectual: goes to a party, has a couple drinks, has a long, tiring conversation about positive and negative social structures with one of the hosts

^ Terabithia throws good parties.



i’ve got an autoimmune disease and so sometimes i have to wear braces when my joints are all fucky, and recently i’ve discovered this new game wherein i come up with the most ridiculous explanation possible when a stranger asks ‘what happened’

“water buffalo accident”

“wanted to find out if it was possible to bite off your own forearm”

“man you know it’s surprising but it turns out trix really are just for kids”

Just imagine how Dex prepares for his compsci finals, fueled by pure spite for technology and the universe. He tends to get lost in what he’s doing so he’ll make some offhand comment like “I am the physical embodiment of how this world has fucked up and I am fueled by rage. Let me study” that has Nursey just…stop.

Cue sweet loving boyfriend Derek Nurse spending the next ten minutes telling Dex “no you’re not a fuckup” “of course you’re not perfect but nobody is” until Dex has to put down the computer, turn to him, look him in the eye and say “Babe, I know you mean well, but I cannot be happy with my life choices and fueled by spite at the same time. Please just let me study.”

Larry Play I Spy
  • Louis: Oh I know, let's play I spy!
  • Liam: I know how this ends.
  • Niall: Don't we all?
  • Louis: Harry gets to go first!
  • Liam: Shocker.
  • Louis: Can you please watch your tone Liam. Go on Haz.
  • Harry: I spy with my little eye something beginning with L.
  • Liam: Louis.
  • Harry: No! Give me some credit.
  • Niall: Louis' bum?
  • Louis: I'm sitting down.
  • Liam: I'm half convinced he has X-Ray vision. Only explanation for that kind of staring. Okay um.....Louis' eyes?
  • Harry: Aren't they pretty? But no, wrong again.
  • Louis: Louis' pretty eyelashes?
  • Harry: Flutter them for me? *sigh* So pretty.
  • Liam: Stop. I'll puke. Did he win?
  • Harry: Nope.
  • Louis: I won your heart babe.
  • Harry: Damn straight.
  • Niall: Someone get me a bucket now.
  • Liam: I'm done. Final guess. Louis' mouth? Not like you've looked at much else.
  • Harry: Wrong again. The answer is...drum roll pleeeease baby?
  • Louis: *drum roll*
  • Harry: LOVE OF MY LIFE
  • Liam: Every. Fucking. Time.
  • Niall: It's a wee bit cute.
  • Louis: MARRY ME
  • Harry: YES BABY
  • Liam: They remember their wedding right?
  • Niall: Only thinking about their wedding NIGHT by the looks of things. Time to evacuate.
  • Liam: Oh fuck. He's getting louder, Harry's about to do the only thing he can to shut him up.
  • Dad: Can't you just name the dog something normal?
  • Me: Like what?
  • Dad: I don't know. Like Cooper.
  • Me: Only if his first name can be Special Agent Alice.
  • Mom: What does that even mean?
  • Me: It means he's a federal agent disguised as a rock star disguised as a dog, Diane.
  • Dad: ...what?

darling, I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I wrote this really quick for you. I’m not sure what you had in mind, but I went to a 100 % unicorns place, so I hope this makes you smile a little.

A shadow falls across Stiles’ worksheet and he looks up to see Lydia, mouth pursed, staring down at him. She says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

“About as much as the average eleven year old boy,” he says, which is: not much. Horse-like, pointy horn, something to do with virgins.

Of course, he goes home and finds out everything he can about them immediately. Both because Lydia asked, and because now he can’t stop thinking about it.

Lydia has forgotten all about their conversation by the time he’s ready to dazzle her with his knowledge, so alas, his mad unicorn skillz lie dormant for years, until all the shit with the werewolves.


Stiles is cat-napping in a spill of sun when all his warmth is blocked—he makes an irritated sound and opens his eyes to find Derek looming over him, frowning.  Stiles kicks out a foot and rolls over onto his side in the grass.

Derek says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

Stiles yawns and says, “A surprising amount for a teenage boy.”

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