and im running on nothing

anonymous asked:

It's personal, but is your dad away now? Is your mom okay? Very worried about you. I've had lots of violence in my life, so I understand how awful you might feel right now, and I'm sorry.

dad’s still here. Mom’s ok but left for a while. I’m sorry–it’s ok there’s no threat anymore I’m fine I’m just acting emotional rn I gotta just collect myself and move on. It’s already been 12 hours since it happened and I should be ok now. I’m sorry for worrying you guys I shouldn’t have brought it up hhhh

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Hey! So I’m finally following my dreams and taking commissions, but not for the reason I wanted to.

Now, I hesitate to call them “Emergency” commissions, but I am extremely poor and can not afford food/other products while at college rn. I have a winter/summer job, but those aren’t convenient during the school semesters and I’m not scheduled often.

I wanted to wait and build my art skills before asking people to pay for them, seeing as my work is mediocre at best, but I’m in a tight spot and I hope you take pity on me. I promise to work much harder on your request, and I can refund you if you don’t like it.


What I WILL draw:

- Furries/Anthro (Birds and mammals only)

- NSFW (This will take longer, because I need to wait for the days my roommate isnt home)

- Blood

- OCs/Characters from something (Provided you have reference pictures/good descriptions) 

What I WON’T draw:

- Gore

- Mecha/robotics

- Backgrounds/Objects

- Various kinks/fetishes 

- Extreme poses


If you want more examples, feel free to check out my art tag!

Contact me via tumblr messages/ask.

Payment via paypal/paypal invoice (I’m very new to this, so I’m sorry if I’m very confused about it)

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I’ve been looking for this flavor forEVER and this morning on my run I stopped at harris teeter to refill my water and of course walked down the ice cream aisle on my way to the water fountain and I SAW THIS ! so obviously once I was not a hot mess I had to go buy it and now I’m snacking on it and damn.

Sleep Deprivation

summary: 

In all of class 1-A’s time together, they have never once heard Midoriya cuss. Not even when he’s at his most distressed had they heard a single utterance of anything close to profanity, so imagine their shock when they found out that all it took was an angry Bakugou and some sleep deprivation.

a/n: wow im tired please take this thank you.

read it on ao3


Midoriya was running on nothing but coffee and two hours of sleep. UA’s final exams will do that to you, and he finds that the rest of his classmates are not in quite the same boat as he is. For the past  two weeks he’s been studying for any possible question his teachers can throw at him, and more often than not he’s woken up to his notes sticking to his face and an awful crick in his neck.

Trudging along to his homeroom class, a can of red bull in his hand, Midoriya sees Bakugou in a similar state as he is. Which is not at all surprising when you take into account the fact that they’re both one of the top students in their class, next to Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, and Iida. Seeing Bakugou in a foul mood is common and not that hard to endure, but a Bakugou tired and in a foul mood is harder to ignore. Currently, Midoriya is giving him a wide berth, just in case Bakugou tries to take out his grumpiness on him.

It seemed like no amount of maneuvering was going to get him away from Bakugou’s ire, if the barely audible, “Hey, Deku, you fucking loser, get over here!” is anything to go by. Midoriya really was in no mood to deal with him right now, so for the sake of his sanity, he continued walking down the halls, pretending not to hear Bakugou’s growling remarks.

Walking into homeroom was probably the worst mistake Midoriya could have made, if only because the rest of the class wasn’t nearly as much of a wreck as he was. Sure, they looked a little worse for wear, but they did seem to be sleeping more than he has. That is, except for Iida. The boy seemed to have permanent bags under his eyes these days.

“Whoah, Midoriya, you’re not looking too good,” Kirishima says, and Midoriya only grunts in acknowledgement.

Shuffling to his seat and sitting down in what could only be described as an undignified slump, he sees Todoroki frowning in concern. “Are you okay?”

Midoriya’s reply was cut short by Bakugou slamming open the door to the class and storming in. He stomped to his seat, and Midoriya could overhear Kaminari say, “Man, Bakugou looks like shit, too.”

“Well, they are some of the top students in the class. You’re obviously not studying enough if you can still smile.” Jirou said back, and this started an argument over who was studying more (neither of them), which got quickly drowned out in favor of Midoriya laying his head down and trying to fall asleep.

“Deku, I was fucking talking to you.”

Midoriya was, impossibly, reaching the end of his rope. He’s really not trying to make Bakugou feel any worse than he already is, but it was so hard when he’s so tired and Bakugou is so annoying.

“Don’t ignore me, fuckmunch.”

Midoriya regretfully lifted his head to look at Bakugou, who was standing right in front of his desk and glaring daggers at him. “Listen, Kaachan, I’m too tired to deal with your shit right now, so I’d appreciate it if you would go away.”

All heads turned to them, and utter silence reigned over the room.

In all of class 1-A’s time together, they have never once heard Midoriya cuss. Not even when he’s at his most distressed had they heard a single utterance of anything close to profanity, so imagine their shock when they found out that all it took was an angry Bakugou and some sleep deprivation.

“Did he just—”

“Oh my god!”

“Did someone record that?!”

“Who are you and what have you done to Midoriya?”

“Please, someone tell me they recorded that!”

Midoriya only groaned and laid his head back down, hoping the gods will be kind to him and kill him right then and there so that maybe he could get some sleep.

(In the corner, no one noticed Todoroki’s red face and his internal screaming, because he really shouldn’t have found that so hot, but really, can anyone blame him?)

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The ever looming exams getting nearer and nearer brought out a side of Midoriya no one thought they’d ever see. The first time they wrote off as a fluke, a one time thing that came and went and was never to be see again. The second time, however, was the start of a trend.

“Hey, Midoriya, do you know where  I put my jacket? The blue one.” Sero walked into the common room to find a zombie like Midoriya sitting on the floor surrounded by piles of paper.

“Fuck no, sorry,” he said, and went back to turning his notes into paper airplanes and shooting them into Kirishima’s snoring face, because he lost the ability to read them hours ago.

“Oh-oh, okay, sorry to disturb you, I guess.” And he backed out of the room slowly, only to bolt upstairs moments later yelling, “You guys will not believe what I just heard!”

And he was right, they didn’t believe him.

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Midoriya knew he must be losing his mind. The lack of sleep was finally getting to him, and he’s hallucinating, because that was the only reason why his heart was beating so fast when he looked at Todoroki laughing.

Well, cackling was more the right word. Todoroki Shouto was cackling. It was something to do with what Midoriya said, but he couldn’t really remember what it was. It doesn’t matter, because the rising sun was streaming in through the windows behind Todoroki and casting a warm glow around his hair, making his left side even more red and the right side a soft pink.

Midoriya knows Todoroki said something, but for the life of him he couldn’t concentrate on what. “ —oriya, hey Midoriya.” Todoroki was waving his hand in front of his face, and Midoriya snapped out of his thoughts. “What were you thinking about?”

“Oh, nothing!” Lies. “I was just wondering what Aizawa was going to make us do for the practical exam.” Lies. He hoped Todoroki doesn’t see his reddening face.

Todoroki gave him a Look that Midoriya doesn’t know how to interpret. “Are you getting enough sleep? Because if you’re not, maybe you should take this time to catch up.”

Oh, man. Midoriya was in some deep shit. Todoroki was too sweet, really, it should be illegal. “A-Alright, yeah, I’ll do that.” he watched as Todoroki smiled and turned around again.

He really is fucked. “Shit.”

“What?”

“Nothing!”

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Over the course of the next week, there was five other occasions where Midoriya cussed, and each time was followed either by another sip of his caffeinated drink, or the indecipherable mutterings about his notes that probably wouldn’t make sense even if they could be heard.

Most of these occurrences have been harmless, just some ruder replies than what a normal, well-rested-and-not-stressed Midoriya would have said. The only person who took the words personally was Bakugou, who seemed to think that annoying him even more was the answer, and so Midoriya took to hiding out in Todoroki’s room in order to get away from him.

Currently, Todoroki was sitting on his bed reading a book, while Midoriya was pacing about quizzing himself on the different ways a hero could get their license revoked. Todoroki would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried.

“Why don’t you take a break for a while,” he said. That at least got Midoriya to stop talking to himself, but in his distracted state, he wasn’t looking where he was going, and ran into the bed frame.

“God dammit!” he said, and started to hop on one foot while clutching his shin in the other.

If Midoriya was paying any attention, he would have heard the choked off sound coming from Todoroki, and would have seen his slight blush when he got off the bed and came over.  “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

Midoriya stopped bouncing around, but he was limping slightly. “Yeah, it just hurt. Don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault.”

Todoroki led Midoriya to his bed and forced him to lay down, saying, “You really should rest, Midoriya, this isn’t healthy.”

He tried to struggle, but it was Todoroki who won in the end, wrestling a blanket over him and silencing any arguments. “But i need to—”

“No.”

“But my notes—”

“No.”

In five minutes, Midoriya fell asleep, and Todoroki continued to read in the comforting sound of his soft snores.

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When final exams ended, the students of UA didn’t know what to do with themselves. Some took to celebrating in the common room with food and drinks. While others, like Todoroki, preferred to relax in their room.

Well, that was what he planned to do, anyway, until he saw Midoriya shuffling along the path back to the dorms, and thought of a better idea. “How’d you do?” he asked.

“Better than I think, probably, but I don’t actually remember any of the material.”    

Midoriya was a complete mess. With tired eyes, wrinkly clothes, and messier hair than normal, it was a wonder the boy was even still standing. “Why don’t you watch a movie with me when we get back, to celebrate doing better than you think,” he offered with a small smile.

Midoriya seemed to perk up at that. “Alright.”

They walked together in companionable silence, and when they reached the dorms, they said goodbye to their classmates and headed up the stairs. Todoroki headed over to his small movie selection and said, “So what are you in the mood to watch? I’m sorry I don’t have such a wide range to choose from.” When he noticed that he got no answer, he looked back to see Midoriya passed out on his bed, face adorably squashed down into the pillows.

He smiled and turned out the lights. Crawling onto the other side of the bed, he pulled the covers over both of them and tucked it under Midoriya’s chin. Todoroki stayed like that, just looking at Midoriya sleep peacefully for the first time in what was probably weeks, until he too fell asleep.

(and no one but Midoriya saw his red face when he woke up tangled around Todoroki, resting his head on the other’s chest. He debated moving, if only to make the position less awkward, but Todoroki was far too comfortable and the blankets were far too warm, so he decided against it.)

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Congratulations if you are part of that 1%, or if you saw this on your Switch’s News.

Official Hot-Dog Day is on July 19 (or at least it was this year), by the way.

Happy Hot-Dog Day!

-TheUntitledCartoonist

if youre being pressured into becoming the heir to a family of assassins since birth and you cant cope with your rigorous training and the fact that your parents are setting up your entire life plan when youre still so young and your perspective on life is so messed up and you cant emotionally handle any of the awful abusive environment you grew up in,

then NOTHING is a bigger power move than rejecting your familys plan, stabbing your mother in the face, and running away with nothing but a skateboard

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  • Part 2: Florida Man Under Extreme Stress Forgets How to Stand
  • Part 3: Florida Man Who Had Sex with Dolphin Says It Seduced Him
  • Part 4: Florida Man Attacks Nephew Over Undercooked Noodles
  • Part 5: Florida Man Steals Clothes, Bites Security Guard, Flees in Gold Convertible
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  • Part 7: Florida Man Puts Dragon Lizard in His Mouth, Smacks People With It
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day four - fireflies

??look im kind of not late???kind of?? im sure its still the fourth in some part of the world??

anyway here is a pointless fluffy drabble (?) of eren and cat!levi enjoying life in the countryside~~ as usual a thank u for ieatkitcat for putting up w my fluff and editing thru this ((u better be sleeping rn u butt))

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