and look at her chest

anonymous asked:

I love how monstrous Green Diamond looks, almost as if she was super unstable. Very cool! My only complaint though is the.... bald spot...?

That’s meant to reflect the hair loop thing that Blue Diamond has. I couldn’t fit the actual hair loop on her chest, but I thought it would look interesting on her forehead! Thanks for the criticism!

OK BUT fOr real can we just talk about how pearl gets stabbed, literally stabbed thru the back

and the FIRsT THING SHE DOES RIGHT AFTER SHE LOOKS DOWN AND SEES WOW THERE IS A SWORD THRU MY LITERAL, BODY

SHE LOOKS, UP AT STEVEN TO MAKE SURE HE’S NOT UPSET

LIKE PEARL IS JUST STANDING THERE WITH A SWORD THROUGH HER TORSO AND STEVEN’S THE ONE SHE’S WORRIED ABOUT INSTANTLY, THAT’S WHO SHE THINKS ABOUT 

AND THERE ARE STILL PPL WHO ARE LIKE “PEARL DOESNT CARE ABOUT STEVEN” IM LIKE, LOOK AT HER SHE HAS A SWORD THROUGH HER CHEST AND SHE’S WORRIED ABOUT HIM

AND THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO ME

It’s the fusion mermaid brigade!
based on @jen-iii ‘s original design

EVERYONE’S FAVE SQUARE MAMA PLUS LITTLE RUBY FISH BECAUSE I COULDN’T RESIST. Jen’s design is one of my faves, and if you haven’t seen yet, it’s an obligatory stop, so 👉🏻 YOU’VE GOT TO CHECK THIS OUT 👈🏻.I LOVE HOW HER TAIL SPLITS IN BLUE, PURPLE AND RED ENDS, 👌🏻 and how she has Cotton Candy’s hair?? 👌🏻 the necklace?👌🏻👌🏻 how her chest piece looks a bit like a heart? 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

also this one’s the last of tonight, I’ll post more tomorrow!

The very first scene of season five is going to be Mrs. Hudson walking up the steps to 221B with a tea tray, and as she sets it down on the kitchen table you’ll be able to hear the sounds of muffled voices from Sherlock’s room and then Sherlock laughing and John giggling, such clear sounds of love in the morning, and Mrs. Hudson will look fondly toward the noise, a hand on her chest, before retreating back downstairs to leave them to their privacy.

the smh as a very potter musical quotes
  • jack: "hey pal...that's a pretty cool headband you got there..."
  • bitty: "cause usually i just kill people who try to get me to open up."
  • ransom: "rule number one: no boys. unless they're cute. rule number two: no alcohol. unless there's plenty to go around! and rule number three: no parties. unless umbridge is invited!!!"
  • holster: "it's just everytime i look at her i get pains in my chest, and i just know it's her fault, that bitch."
  • shitty: "oh shit! you guys are kids! i gotta watch my damn mouth around you little bastards."
  • lardo: "avada kedavra, DIE BITCH."
  • nursey: "alright, well i'm not surprised. c'mon lets go watch wizards of waverly place."
  • dex: "i love you all. except you draco i can't fucking stand you."
  • chowder: "bomb appétit...i mean bon appétit..."
  • (bonus)
  • parse: "i'm NOT dangerous, and i'm NOT homeless. anymore."
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This scene always has me crying from laughter because if you can catch it, Clarke falters for just a brief moment in her speech to literally look down at Bellamy’s chest and consider poking at it before doing so. And even then, Bellamy doesn’t even blink or flinch at her touch. 

ficlet:  Front Enclosure

author: @somekindofseizure

rated: mature

Borne of today’s extremely fun discussion of brassieres and the regular requests I get for Stella/Scully.  Here’s a little more fun.

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“Dammit,” Scully seethes as she looks down the freckled plane of her chest, angling the trajectory of her resentment not so much at her body as the thin, lavender, sloping piece of fabric strapped around it.

She tosses the bra into a pile of other rejects – mostly black, simple, lightly padded, boastful of their ability to expertly handle the apparently very specialized and complicated garment of a fucking t-shirt.  All bras should look good under a t-shirt, she thinks.  That’s what people wear.  She’s had it with this shop, this day, this whole fucking task of clothing a body nobody ever touches but her.  

The mound of scrapped items is daunting – the hook and eye systems tangled in the loops and scalloping of one another, cups flopped and twisted inside out at their junctures. It’ll take her an hour to get everything back on the hangers and she still hasn’t found a bra that fits properly, doesn’t itch or poke, doesn’t make her look like she’s hung someone else’s boobs on her frame.

“Do you need help in there?” comes a voice – female, smooth as the thick pink satin of Contestant Number 3.

“Uh…”

Scully typically rejects all offers of loyalty and friendship from shop clerks, feeling proudly stoic each time she thanks-but-no-thanks-them.  But she feels out of her element here, desperate not to fail at the simple task of replacing her everyday undergarments.  “You know what?  Yeah, one second.”

She grabs her pearly-buttoned blue cardigan and slips it on over her bare winter skin, holding it shut beneath folded arms as she pushes the black velvet curtain to the side.  It’s heavier than she would have expected, as if a native well-rooted weed rather than a ham-fisted gimmick to get you to buy shit.  This luxury is the natural geography of my biome, you’re the fool who wandered into it.

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I know with all my being; that she doesn’t feel the same. But my heart knocks on my chest and shouts: “she’s the one! look at her shine.” And I do. Every second of the day. I watch the way her eyes glisten when I mention something she’s passionate about, I observe her hands and the way she rests her pinky finger on her bottom lip when she’s in deep thought. I swear, her touch stings as if she’s a live flame and I’m a pathetic puddle — but each time, I can’t get enough.
—  k.f
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Request for: @mckiee-mouse

Pairing: Reader x Crowley, Sister!Reader x Winchesters

Word count: 351

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“Hello Moose, Squirrel.” Crowley looked over at you and grinned. “Little Moose and Squirrel.”

“Crowley.” Dean stepped in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. “Don’t look at her like that.”

You took a deep breath and sighed, wishing Dean would get out of the way. A few months ago Sam and Dean introduced you to Crowley. Ever since then you knew that you had fallen for the King of Hell.

“We brought you here to help us with a case not stare at our little sister.” Sam added, shooting Crowley a death glare.

“Right, well, what’s the case about?” Crowley asked, uninterested.

“Demons.” Dean deadpanned. “What else would we call you for?”

“I thought you wanted to have a nice chat over some tea.” Crowley shrugged. “I’d miss me too.”

Sam sighed. “We need to know why there’s an increase in demon attacks.”

Crowley shrugged. “They’re demons, Moose. Demons attack people. That’s just what they do.”

“So you had nothing to do with this?” Dean asked.

“None of your concern.” Crowley said, pushing past Dean and walking over to you. “Hello, Darling.”

“Crowley.” You smiled.

“Do you think I had something to do with this?” He asked you.

“Probably.” You shrugged. “That’s usually what the King of Hell does.”

“So you think I’m the bad guy?” He continued.

“I think you’re like the weird friend that can’t make up his mine.” You told him.

“About what?” Crowley looked at you confused.

“Whether you want to befriend us or kill us.” You explained.

“And what if it was neither,” Crowley smirked and held his hand out for you to take. “What if I planned an elaborate scheme to get your idiot brothers to invite me to the bunker so I could ask you out?”

You grabbed his hand and smiled. “Then I guess I’d have to accept.”

“Y/N, don’t you dare.” Dean began.

“Out of all the people.” Sam muttered, shaking his head.

“Bye boys.” Crowley pulled you into his protective embrace before snapping his fingers, transporting the two of you to a romantic date in Paris.

Spoilers and meta gaming stuff from the most recent CR panel Critical Role Scope put up with Taliesin and Matt

A Vex cosplayer wanted to know if Percy had heard everything that the party had said during his resurrection.

Taliesin didn’t really wanna answer, but she asked Matt if she could roll persuasion. She hopped up on stage with them and rolled a 14 with advantage because of a wink, and Matt added all the bonuses she got based on Vex’s bonuses. She got 23.

Taliesin whispered into her ear, very shortly, if he had.

She came away hugging the Trinket plush close to her chest, smiling and squealing and looking properly ecstatic.

HE FUCKING HEARD THE CONFESSION I’M PROPERLY DYING ON THE INSIDE.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mT3FR5ujQBw

it’s around the 56:30 mark.

Go watch it now.