but I got the idea

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I went to see the Nutcracker like every year and so i got the idea to make another au.

I based it mostly in “Barbie in the Nutcracker” tho (yes i love the movie)

I am embarrassed by the relatively meager looking size of the harvest, but in my defense, like half the early crop got swept into a slow cooker (and I have no idea what was in it! I think a lot of Yoeme Purple. There were words.)  and I sacrificed a load of Trail of Tears and Tarahumara Red to chili. But a couple just plain did not perform–I’m done trying to make the “ojo” types work. Whatever they want, it’s not what I’ve got here. And the Aztec Cave Beans are very pretty and don’t hold a candle to Mother Stallard in terms of production and flavor, so they’re out.

On the other hand, I just went and looked up standard yields for dry beans, and a lot of them average something like 1.5-3 lbs per 25 foot row, and even 25 plants per pound of beans. So given that I have maybe 25 feet of beans TOTAL, and that heavily intercropped with tomatoes, tomatillos, peppers and squash, the fact I managed at least three or four pounds worth is not too embarassing at all.

Next year, I’m looking at Trail of Tears, Mother Stallard, O'odham Pink, Tarahumara Red, Rattlesnake Pole and probably Yoeme Purple. We’ll give it a year or two and see how those fare…

Okay so I was drawing the night sky and I got the idea to draw Hawker stargazing. I continued to squeal, fall out of my chair, then half-assed this art.

Also are you proud of me I evolved from powdered granola to instant oatmeal.


Star: AWWWWWWW oh my goodness I really want to go stargazing with the hawk ALSO THE WAY YOU DRAW THE SKY IS SO PRETTY OMG
iM SO PROUD OF YOU FOR YOUR EVOLUTION BTW BELIEVE 

Heads up everyone, I’m still sick, nose is stuffed up all to heck, so no voice records still. I have been cooking up some ideas, however! So don’t fret, I’ve got plans. I hope you’ve all had an awesome, lovely weekend. 

I’ve been asked when I’ll host a Q&A again, and it really depends on if there are enough questions for me sent in. I might even do a live Q&A session on Twitch where I don’t play any games and I just interact with the chat. I’d want to plan it for a good time, idk when that might be.

Moonsun Wedding Vows(Not Canon)

Hi guys, so I was thinking how I haven’t read any Moonsun wedding fanfictions so I started thinking how cute it would be if they got married. One thing lead to another & I wrote their wedding vows, I hope you’re not disappointed ~

-(I AM VERY SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES)-

Moonbyul: Solar, the first time I saw you it was love at first sight.

Remember when we first met? I was too scared to approach you because you were so pretty, every day I was so nervous. After some time I got to know you, and it became even more difficult for me to control myself…

Remember our first kiss? I was so happy when it happened.You kept staring at my lips but I brushed it off even though my heart was going like crazy and then you decided to make the move… You kissed me ever so gently in a brief second, then you pulled back and looked away in embarrassment and shame. I was so happy that you felt the same way, you turned around and asked for forgiveness. I cupped your face, put your hair behind your ear and I started getting closer and closer until I could feel your breath against my lips. Your face was red and you looked at me as if you were scared… I wrapped my arm around your neck and kissed you back gently and it was the happiest moment in my life.

For that moment, everything seemed to disappear, all my worries and troubles… All that I could think was how much I love you and how I wish I never would have to let go.

My love, I couldn’t help but fall in love with you. Whenever I see you, my heart skips a beat, if only I could put it into words how much I love you. You are my heart & I cannot imagine my life without you. I promise that I will forever be by your side.

Solar wipes her tears and starts reading her vows

Solar: Moonbyul, I can’t imagine a day without you. Even though you are mean at times and even though you always joke around, but…

I wouldn’t have it any other way, whenever I am hurt or sick you always take care of me. I remember our first kiss, it was magical. My heart was skipping beats when I was looking at you and at one point I couldn’t take it anymore so I kissed you. When our lips parted, I felt guilty and embarrassed so I turned around. I thought that you would hate me, but you didn’t… You kissed me back and I was so happy to know that you too felt the same way, that kiss was the best thing that happened to me, from that point our relationship blossomed.

I will forever cherish the moments we had together, our first kiss, our first encounter, our first date and now our wedding. I love you Moonbyul-Yi and I forever will.

Solar and Moonbyul smile as they hold hands, Solar and Moonbyul exchange rings.

Wheein: *Cries loudly and tries to wipe her never ending tears with the tissue*

Officiant: I now pronounce you wife and wife

Solar and Moonbyul have their kiss as the crowd claps with joy.

Hwasa: *whispers to Wheein* finally
*claps*

Wheein: *continues crying*

multifandomwierdo  asked:

THE STORY OF HOW GAJEEL GOT HIS SCARS! 3...2...1, GO!!!

I actually thought about that too tbh but never came up with a good story. My guess is it was either when he was a kid or more likely on one of the missions during his PL days ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A Night with The Dark Ones || Colin&Jen

As soon as Jen arrived back to Vancouver from her event with her niece, Colin gave her the rest of the day to relax. He gained permission from Eduardo to take two costumes from the wardrobe department for the two to wear to a murderer mystery Christmas party, with the promise of returning them in perfect condition the next day. Which wasn’t nearly the truth, but he couldn’t bare to look Eduardo in the eye and say Jen told me she wants to have some fun with Captain Hook. The Irishman picked up his keys and the key to the WD, swinging them around his finger as he looked at the blonde, trying to figure out what to say as he watched her contently curled up on the couch with her favorite blanket, reading a book. He leaned over the couch, invading her personal space. He pushed himself up, grabbing the book and tossing it to the other end of the couch. 

Colin slid over to the armchair, meaning for his head to land on her lap, but he somehow misjudged and slid too far off the arm of it and fell into her lap, his legs dangling off the end. “Whoop! - Well, this is awkward.” Colin grinned at her. “Hi, you’re pretty, I really like pretty things. You looking forward to dealing with this until the day you die, pretty thing?” He grinned, shifting himself better on her thighs, deciding to just go with it. “So, I have to go down to the studio to pick something up that I left in the wardrobe department and the wardrobe department creeps me out at night with all the mannequins, so I’d appreciate it if you came along. I’d appreciate it so much, I’d be willing to buy you a coffee, and I won’t mock your extravagant coffee snob order.” He pulled his legs over the side of the couch and pressed them into his chest, leaning on her as he wrapped his arms around his legs and resting his head on her shoulder, like an over-grown child. “Hm. I wonder if you feel the same way about sitting on my lap as I do yours. It’s kind of comforting. I feel very safe and loved.” He noted. “I think I’m going to sit on you more.”

@jxmorrison

jadedhavok  asked:

Looking for advice! For secret santa, I drew someone that has fibermyalgia and I wanna put together a "no spoon day" kit. She's said she takes a lot of hot baths to soothe her pain, so I got bubble bath and a book, but do you have any other ideas?

Epsom salts are really great at drawing pain out of muscles just in case you want to add anything to go along with bubble bath. Also maybe something like a nice massage bar/lotion? I did used to really like @swampseer‘s pain relief balms whenever they were gifted to me but I can’t seem to see her etsy store at the moment.

You could also throw in something like a coloring book for those low spoon days when all you want to do is zone out but still do something that feels productive/makes something beautiful. @outsidershrine got me the Discworld one a wee while back and it’s been my wee best friend when I’ve been too stressed with life. I just go color in a Nac Mac Feegle.

I dunno if any of that helps but I hope it does. (Also some others might have some better ideas too) (Also lemme know if you don’t want this in public and I’ll delete)

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Set 4 of chapter 1, volume 3 of the Tokyo Babylon manga. 6th chapter overall.

Cleaning/typesetting done by me, translation by Ronnny Hedin/VAZ, via Leareth.

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I don’t really have much to say about myself. I’m 18, been playing with darkness in my photography for some time. Underexposure is what I exist for. Not all of my photos are like this of course, but the best definitely are. Lately I’ve been doing a lot of landscape/travel photography. I’m planning on doing some portraits soon and I’ve got a million great ideas, just not enough free time and money to afford them all.

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Imagine Dean falling for you while at your favorite concert. 

A/N: I got this idea while watching THE PRETTY RECKLESS LIVE IN PORTLAND LAST NIGHT!!!! :D 

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Your flushed face, your matte lipstick. You’d done up your makeup and chose a special outfit just for this occasion. You’d been so excited, you hadn’t even minded standing in line for three hours just to make sure you would get up close to the stage. 

A rock concert isn’t an event, it’s an experience

The deep thrum of bass guitar and drums that pounded through your body and into your very soul. The shriek of a guitar that made you lift your head up and scream. The swaying rhythm of the lead singer’s voice that wrapped around you like a net of mysticism, enchanting the audience, capturing them with her dark magic. 

It was everything you lived for, and everything that made you want to live. 

“DEAN, THIS IS AWESOME!” Even shouting at full volume you couldn’t hear your own voice over the harmonious screams of the crowd and the band. 

One song ended, and you tilted your head up and howled like a wild, crazy beast to the wind. The whole room smelled of sweat and must and smoke from the fog machine; bodies crushes and swayed and moved together until the audience became one pulsating, singular monster in darkness, shadows, and red stage lights, stomping and clapping and grinning and shrieking, a hundred hands raised high in a rock salute, devil horns out. 

Though the lead singer was amazing, seamlessly switching between devil to enchantress to angel to siren to a creature from another world wreathed in shadow and mystery, dangerous; though the lead guitarist thrashed until the whole audience was dizzy headbanging; though the entire concert seemed to transport you to another world outside of space and time, in it’s own pocket universe entirely where black magic could happen at the strum of a guitar, Dean’s eyes remained firmly on you. 

Hair fell into your eyes from the wicked headbanging during the chorus. Your lipstick was smeared, but you didn’t seem to notice. You were so… beautiful. You turned to him and grinned, and Dean’s heart jumped and stuttered like the beat of a drum solo. 

You shouted something he didn’t hear, but it didn’t matter. As soon as that first guitar note was strummed you had transformed. You had gone from Y/N, quiet, smart, beautiful in a down-played way, to Y/N; wild, untamable, gorgeous, a spirit of rock embodied from your mussed up hair to the crazed look in your eyes whenever a guitar solo was played. You radiated everything rock stood for; freedom, rebellion, passion. 

Passion. 

Dean swallowed, his heart hammering like the beat of a thousand fans screaming for an encore. The rest of the concert fell away. The drums became the beat of his own heart. His hand reached out for you, touching your shoulder. You turned to him, curiosity lighting behind your eyes. Then he leaned forward, slowly, but you didn’t lean away. Your lips fell open slightly, fro surprise? Or an invitation. 

He didn’t know, but when he kissed you, a guitar screamed, the audience cheered, and he could have sworn that it was for the two of you. 

I bought a dragon with lineart from @gainstrive a while back (i’ve always wanted one of their dragons, what a great style!) and finally managed to figure out this new tablet of mine enough to color it. 

he still needs a name, if anyone’s got ideas, i can’t keep calling him sparkle tittys forever 

(theme tune lmao)

anonymous asked:

Lance or hunk as the scarecrow? Keith or Lance as the witch of the wastes.

I definitely got Lance in my mind as a scarecrow, but also liking the idea both Lance and Hunk being princes from different kingdoms havin been cursed. And Keith breaking the curse by giving them kisses o3o.

So far I got the idea for Keith being Shiro’s lil foster bro and a pilot of one of the kingdoms, that escapes with Shiro when he recognise him in his old man state when visiting the kingdom in Allura’s place.

And for the witch of the waste.. i’m for some reason imagining Sendak,

anonymous asked:

#35 for Loki

Originally posted by cedimond

#35. “Don’t get any ideas.” 

“Where were you all earlier?” you frowned at Loki as you trailed after him. “I looked everywhere for you. I heard you all got into trouble!”

“It was Thor’s idea,” Loki ran a hand over his hair, lowering himself down onto a stair. You sat down next to him, waiting patiently for him to explain.

Don’t get any ideas,” Loki warned, shooting you a look. You stuck out your tongue at your elder brother, shoving his arm and he chuckled, ruffling your hair as he pushed you away.

“Just tell me what happened!”

Loki shook his head, his smile fading as his expression went serious once more. “Thor wanted to confront Laufey. To hold him accountable for his men’s attempt to steal the Casket.”

“But Odin said-”

“I know what he said,” Loki cut you off, rubbing his hand over his face. “So did Thor.”

“So what happened?”

“Father sent Thor to Midgard.”

Your eyes stretched wide as you thought of your other brother, “Father sent him away?” Tears pricked your gaze and you wiped them away quickly, staring at Loki helplessly, “Is he ever coming back?”

“If he learns the error of his ways, perhaps. It’s up to Father.”

You leaned against your elder brother’s side, eyes wide and anxious. “But do you think he’ll come back?”

Loki sighed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I’m sure he will, [f/n].”

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