and i'm like ha hah no


The snake and its hands

marmoraskeith  asked:

If Pidge is Pippin, that also means she will be singing Pippin's Song from ROTK where Faramir is trying to take back Osgiliath and,:/2!:$3 I just got rly emo

I!!! was JUST thinking about this asldfkjsadlfk

Pidge singing this?

sign me tf up! Also the lyrics oddly fit for Pidge and like her story omg

Now I need to find a good person to be Faramir because FUCK Pippin and Faramir’s relationship is so important to me

The Secret "Secret Mystic Messenger End"
  • <p> <b></b> *at the party, all the weird guests have arrived and there's chaos everywhere. The whole room is on fire and no one seems to notice.*<p/><b>Jumin & Zen:</b> *in a fist fight*<p/><b>Zen:</b> FUXKING TRUSTFUND JERK, YOU PUNCH LIKE YOUR MOTHER<p/><b>Jumin:</b> HAH, AT LEAST I HAVE ONE<p/><b>Jumin & Zen:</b> *fist fight intensifies*<p/><b>Yoosung:</b> *crying over Rika while still tryna talk to the LOLOL Guild master*<p/><b>Jaehee:</b> *in a corner, drinking her coffee and aggressively ignoring the hell around her*<p/><b>V:</b> *is busy having a deep discussion about the concept of colour with a plant*<p/><b>V:</b> no no, your red might not be the red *I* see<p/><b></b> *Saeyoung has abandoned Vanderwood at the party and gone in search of Saeran*<p/><b></b> *MC is off to the side, internally screaming at the glorious sight of the very earth crumbling to dust around her- watching as longcat tries to eat itself, while Chef RamG and Christmas Nolam are arguing over why the chicken crossed the road.*<p/><b></b> *In that moment, Vanderwood and MC make eye contact*<p/><b>Vanderwood:</b> <p/><b>MC:</b> <p/><b>Vanderwood:</b> should we...<p/><b>MC:</b> yes.<p/><b></b> *And they run away, hand-in-hand.*<p/><b><b></b> The End</b><p/></p>

link-and-kirby  asked:

More oc centaur stuff pls. me likely

aaw I’m glad some of you like them ;-;

I do wanna work on them more and try to find them fitting names still. I wanna give the small dude a diff outfit too cuz the one I gave him is too dull

I wanna try making small comics too but I’m pretty lazy so idk if that’ll happen hah but small dude gets into a lot of trouble cuz he can’t handle himself or protect himself in the wild. He treads onto enemy territory a lot too which makes for centaur man saving him over and over again

I was tagged by @oceansinmychest sooo

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 9+ people you want to get to know better.

Relationship: Single
Favorite color: Cerulean, probably? 
Pets: My beautiful and terrible cat, Noisette.
Wake up to: Generic phone alarm chime, but my Friday alarm is ‘Friday I’m In Love’ by The Cure. Also I wake up every day to my beautiful and terrible cat making sweet chirping sounds at me and biting my hands.
Cats or dogs: I love both! But cats suit my lifestyle more.
Coke or Pepsi: Neither tbh. I don’t drink soda that often, and when I do it’s ginger ale.
Day or night: Night!
Text or call: Text… unless I know you really well then it’s all night skype phone calls. ;D
Lipstick or chapstick: Lipstick! I don’t wear it as often as I’d like to because I don’t like how people always comment on it, but I think it looks nice on me.
Last book I read: Goshh I really don’t know! According to Goodreads it was The Girl in the Road by Monica Byrne, which I listened to at work and accidentally played out of order. It was a surprise child toucher book sooo it wasn’t that good!
Last song I listened to: “Holiday in Cambodia” by the Dead Kennedys
Last movie I watched: I thiiiink it was The Fall?
Top 3 TV shows: Twin Peaks, The Twilight Zone, Breaking Bad. I’m gonna guess that I’m not supposed to choose animated shows because I’d have more trouble with that!
Top 3 characters: I know that limiting this to three will hurt me but here it goes: Susan Calvin (Asimov’s robot stories), Thomas MacLaine (my beautiful son), Jacuzzi Splot (I haven’t gotten any Baccano love in this post yet, what gives)
Top 3 ships: Gaahh I dunno… I’m falling pretty deep into Taakitz hell right now, which is good. Nice and Jacuzzi are my eternal fave het couple. I like LapiDot and AmeDot in equal parts.

I’m not gonna tag anyone, but feel free to do this yourself!

guy in the parking lot, as i’m leaving for my lunch break: whoa.  coming out here with two phones, just announcing you’re a drug dealer like that?

me, who has mine and my coworker’s phones in my hand: hah, or a dedicated pokemon go player!

him: what?

me: what?  i deal drugs.

Another Scene From Episode 8
  • Rey: I have to tell you something, Finn.
  • Finn: Sure, what?
  • Rey: I'm.. gay. And asexual.
  • Finn: Disgusting. That's against my beliefs. We can't associate anymore.
  • Rey: ...
  • Finn: ...
  • Rey & Finn: *cracking up*
  • Finn: HAH! AS IF! I'M BI!
  • Rey: Judging people on romantic and sexual orientation? Like that even happens!
  • Finn: It'd be like judging someone on their skin color!
  • Rey & Finn: *looking straight at the camera* Ha. Ha. Ha.
  • Agent Fowler: Someone needs to be alert tonight. This Energex is basically rat poison. Everybody's wasted!
  • Knockout: (Cries) He didn't even know ONE thing, I didn't even say ONE thing, and then he asked me the WHOLE thing, and I didn't even do it ONCE!
  • Wheeljack: I'm like, an Elephant, okay? If I walk into a room it's like, okay, he's in there!
  • Arcee: I'm not gonna tell you! That- that bitch over there! (points at Knockout) I'm gonna tell- I don't have to-! I don't have to brag!
  • Optimus Prime: ... (Giggles) ...Ba ba booey.
  • Smokescreen: Hey! Turn this music down! (Garbled singing) Farts and boobs and love an' stuff...MACAROOONI SALAD!
  • Ratchet: ... (snorts) He ha hhha HAH-hgk! (Coughs, Wheezes)
  • Ultra Magnus: (Dancing cheerfully)

anonymous asked:

hannigram 8 <3

8. things you said when you were crying (prompt meme)

“Mmm, that’s nice. You should really charge by the hour for this.”

Will sat with his feet in Hannibal’s lap, on the receiving end of an extraordinarily skilled foot massage. They were sat on the porch swing of their mountain cabin, enjoying the last long days of summer, their sweating glasses of lemonade forgotten on the table next to them. The two dogs lay on the ground next to them on their backs, legs splayed and tongues lolling in the heat.

“What makes you think I’m not keeping a running tab for things like this?”

“Hah, if that’s the case, I’ve run up quite the bill. When, may I ask, are you coming to collect, Doctor?”

“Oh, you’ll know when it’s time. I’m not one to forgive debts. Especially when you can offer such wonderful gifts in return.”

Hannibal moved his hand up to Will’s calf at this, kneading it firmly with his hand. He looked over at Will, and the wicked glint in his eye was almost enough to have Will half-hard in his shorts.

Will shifted a little so that he could reach Hannibal’s mouth, giving him a soft kiss in thanks. Hannibal let out a low moan at this, reaching his free hand up to hold Will’s cheek and deepening the kiss. They made out lazily for long minutes, Hannibal’s tongue exploring Will’s mouth thoroughly and his hand still massaging Will’s calf and sending sparks up into his groin.

Just as Hannibal began to move his hand up towards Will’s inner thigh, they were jolted from their reverie by a sharp bark. Will, always attuned to his pack, pulled back reluctantly from Hannibal’s plush mouth to see what had Encephalitis so worked up. The dachshund was already up and running, heading towards the tree line at far edge of their property and barking all the way. Bubbles, their corgi, had perked up, but wasn’t quite ready to give up her spot on the grass unless she was sure something good was going on.

“Ceph! Ceph, what is it?”

Will laughed at the petulant look on Hannibal’s face before getting up to see what had the dog so agitated.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back for you. Keep my seat warm.”

He crossed the small field to find Ceph sniffing and whining at a huge brindled Mastiff, lying on the ground and breathing heavily.

“Oh god, oh god.” Will kneeled down and reached his hand out so the dog could smell it, gaining its trust before running his hand gently over its side to check for injuries. The dog was quite obviously in a lot of pain, but Will couldn’t determine its origin.

“Hannibal!” His voice trembled and broke a little on the last syllable, panic rising in him as the dog continued to whine softly.

“Will? Will, what is it?”

“Hannibal, come here, I need your help.”

Suddenly Hannibal was there, crouching down next to Will and putting his hand firmly on Will’s shoulder, grounding him.

“Who do we have here?”

“He’s hurt. We have to help him, Hannibal, he’s hurt bad. I can’t find it, I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“Shhh, shhhh, it’s alright, we’ll figure it out. We’ll help him the best we can. Let me see.”

Hannibal repeated Will’s motion of allowing the dog to smell him, then palpated firmly on the dog’s abdomen to check for internal injuries.

“He’s malnourished, but there’s nothing seriously wrong that I can feel. Let’s see if we can get him to stand. Help me Will, he’ll be quite heavy.”

As Hannibal reached out to get a grip on the dog’s thigh, it let out a loud yelp and began whining more intensely.

“Ah, we’ve found it. He seems to have fractured his leg. Not to worry, though it won’t be a quick heal, he’ll be fine once we stabilize it.”

Will was still shaking a little with his earlier adrenaline rush, but nodded firmly and pet the dog’s head reassuringly.

“Can we give him anything for the pain?”

“We’ll need to sedate him, and yes, I have some morphine in the first aid kit that we can dose appropriately for his weight. We’ll get him comfortable. Can you stay here with him while I go inside and get my supplies?”

Will nodded again, and Hannibal got up to return to the house. When he came back. Will was sitting with the dog’s massive head in his lap, murmuring comforting words. Hannibal wondered if Will knew he was crying, light tracks of tears running unbidden down his face. In that moment, he looked at Will and saw the absolute best of his heart, and he fell deeper into love with him than he ever thought possible. This Will was the shining counterpart to the deadly and bloody Will who had ensnared him all those years ago, and he was equally beautiful for it.

“You’ve got him, he’s going to be alright. I’m going to give him an injection that will take away his pain and put him to sleep for several hours. I can set his leg while he’s under, but we’ll need to keep him on light sedatives for the next few weeks to keep him from moving around too much while it heals.”

Hannibal proceeded to prepare the syringe and put the dog under, his giant tongue lolling out of his mouth as he lost consciousness. Once the dog was asleep and Hannibal was sure he could feel no pain, he took the dog’s leg in his hands, feeling to make sure the break was clean.

“It’s a simple fracture, no other damage to the area. He’ll be just fine.”

He quickly set the bone into place and wrapped it with a splint, giving Will’s hand a squeeze after. Will gripped his hand hard, his breathing coming more evenly now.

“Come on, let’s get him into the house. We’ll pull one of the extra duvets for him to lay on until we can get a dog bed big enough.”

It was quite a task to get him home, as the dog weighed at least a hundred pounds, but the two of them managed it, laying him out on the living room floor next to the fan. Ceph and Bubbles followed them in, sniffing excitedly at the new addition.

Will busied himself in the kitchen while the dog slept, making a big batch of food for him. He made sure to add extra eggs and a bit of olive oil to get his coat back into good shape, and stored the extra in the fridge. It looked like their food budget would be going up quite a bit, but Hannibal found that he didn’t mind that quite as much as he thought he would have.

Later that evening, after the dog had come out from under the anesthesia and enthusiastically eaten his dinner, Hannibal checked on his vitals before letting him doze again. Afterwards, they sat on the sofa with their two smaller dogs, Will’s head in Hannibal’s lap and Hannibal gently stroking Will’s hair.

“You did a good thing today, Will. Your capacity for caring is something you should be proud of.”

“Hannibal, I didn’t do a thing! I sat and panicked while you handled all of the hard parts. I was a crying mess.”

“You found him and you comforted him, and yes, you cried over him. All of these are brave things, Will. I’m proud to call you my partner at times like this.”

“Even when I bring a hundred-pound dog into our small house? We’re not going to have a moment of peace once he’s out from his sedation, you know that.”

“Hmm, I expect not. But if caring for Herakles will make you happy, then I can think of much worse disturbances.”

“…you’ve already named him? I really am rubbing off on you, huh?”

“He’s a strong one, Will. The name is only fitting.”

“Hah, it is at that. And now I suppose my debt column has only increased. How would you like to collect tonight, Doctor?”

“I was going to offer my services pro-bono today, but if you’re offering, I’ve got a few ideas…”

Will laughed brightly, looking up into Hannibal’s warm smile. “By all means, lead the way. I’m suddenly feeling very ready for bed.”

guys guys

clearly the answer of where cas was after everyone got back to the bunker is that he and dean fucked once they got home and cas was really loud and he was too embarrassed to come out during dinner (or dean was too embarrassed for him and cas was like whatever i’m going to lounge naked in your bed go eat your molecules).

anyway then later dean snuck away after cas fell asleep after round 2 to go look at pictures, drink beer, and be emo on the kitchen floor. why else would he be in the kitchen? he could bring the beer to his room and look through his mementos in a less conspicuous and more comfortable place… unless someone was already occupying his bed and he didn’t want to wake him up with his pity party.

Q.E.D. cas was sleeping in dean’s bed and he was too comfy and happy to move. dean brought him back a slice of pie. all was well.

anonymous asked:

This isn't really a sex question. Well I mean it involves sex but yeah. So I just found out that the boy I've been sleeping with / fallen in love with (and he knows it) has been seeing another chic for a year. A FUCKING YEAR. We started things in February last year and that means he'd only been seeing me for four months or so before he started with this other chic. I thought he was it. I feel so used and hurt right now. Are all guys jerks like this? Because fuck that. I'm joining a nunnery.

Okay, before you get yourself a habit that’s hard to kick, (HAH! NUN PUN!) let’s address that last question: no, not all guys are jerks like that. 

But plenty are, that’s for fucking sure. 

I’m sorry that dude is a shit sandwich. He’s the actual worst. 

BUT I promise you there are people out there who are loyal, faithful and lovely. And maybe it’ll take you a while to find them. Or maybe you need to take a break from fidelity altogether and just have some no strings attached fun to rebound your way away from Captain Asshat and His Traveling Circus of Fuckery. 

Basically, the options are endless and unless you feel a higher calling none of them need to involve a nunnery. 

It’s going to take some time to get over those feelings of used/hurt. Those feelings are very valid and completely normal given the depth of the betrayal you’ve experienced. Lean into those feelings, unpack them and look at them from all angles. Really let yourself feel them. Spend some time in your depression nest if need be. 

And then CONQUER that break up. (Yes, I have written a LOT on the subjects of break ups.) Conquer it and put your hot shit pants on, conquer it and make out with strangers in bars (if that’s appealing to you). Conquer it and get a new job or move to a new city/neighborhood. Conquer it and cut your bangs, lose or gain some weight, get a spray tan, pierce your nipples, do something to make you feel more comfortable in your skin. I like getting tattoos after break ups. I did that once and my ex said “now your skin isn’t the skin I’m used to seeing.” He meant it in a sad way but I was FUCKING ELATED. YES. MY skin is MY skin and I will alter it at will so it’s no longer recognizable to you. 

Or, you know, join a nunnery. Let no man but God touch you ever again. That’s a form of conquering too. 

You can’t control what that ignorant potato does. You can control what you do. So own that. You are in charge of you. He is nothing but a fucking footnote, a funny anecdote you’ll tell your children some day about what a douchepickle you dated before you met their father. He’s a cautionary tale to your friends about how trusting blindly can get you hurt. He’s an excellent reminder why we should all use condoms because fuckboys are out there nailing anything they can wiggle their dick at and the only thing we can do to protect ourselves is, well protect ourselves. 

This human trash bag does not deserve you. Frankly he deserves to get his dick caught in a fox trap, but barring that we can hope for a long and miserable future of being unfulfilled in love. 

Now, go get yourself a pint of ice cream and put on a Cat Power or Taylor Swift album. (Depending on what brand of Sad Girl Music you’re interested in.) 

You’re allowed to mourn for however long you need until you’re ready to come out of your sadness cocoon like the gorgeous, radiant butterfly I know you are. 

xo, Dani

it’s kinda hard bc while everyone my age can relate to impulsive decisions and getting out of control I’m here like “yea sure… hah… remember that day where I ate 5 pizza slices… no impulse control right? Hahahah can relate” while they talk about taking 5 drugs at once and fucking their bf’s father and breaking their arms on purpose… and I have to pretend I don’t think about literally every consequence of literally every action I take. anyway is it worth it not having forethoughts at all? like is it worth it?


I like smelling you. Not soap.

anonymous asked:

Hello, can I request the King wearing glasses? This is inspired by ikkybaby's ch 14 royal red myth. Your art is superb!

Ha-hah! The great disguise! The king is great isn’t he? Always one step ahead of Rhea XD

tagging scorpybaby because of her fanfic! I love your story btw heehee :>