but i like it long



but also take care of yourselves binder wearing people, drink plenty and take binder breaks whenever you can, but also don’t let people make you feel bad for wearing it to feel good.

*note, the person suggesting to take off the binder is meant to be read in a passive aggressive tone.

iseeaskyfullofstars  asked:

I just read everything in your gods and monsters series and wow I am in awe. I am absolutely blown away by your writing it's beautiful the Icarus one had me staring at a wall for ten minutes afterwards absorbing what I'd just read. anywhoozle, I love everything you've written and not to rush or pressure you or anything but I was wondering if perhaps we could get more of the greek mythology stories?

a continuation of this

Caeneus has only ever had two loves in his life.

First is the sea. He’s loved her his whole life, heard her siren song from the time he had long curly hair and still tolerated being put in dresses and called a girl. He loves the sea like his parents go to temple, in an unmovable and inexplicable way that he no longer questions.

Second is Poseidon. Foolish, but so achingly kind. He’s a man who professes his wish to master the sea without ever really understanding it, and Caeneus smiles and kisses the stress lines from his brow but does not worry.

The sea has never loved him back, and it never will. She is power and coldness and loss, and her beauty is in her tragedy. Poseidon is warmth and thoughtfulness and strong hands on his hips. He is nothing like the sea, and he will never rule it.

Caeneus knows this, and he’s relieved by it. Poseidon loves him back. Poseidon is not the sea.

Then he wakes up to his lover’s lips on his neck, cold enough that flinches away from the sensation, and for a terrifying moment he doesn’t recognize the person touching him as the man he loves.

“I can do it now,” he whispers, and cool fingers splay against his waist, “I can make you the man you want to be.”

Caeneus wants the body that men usually have, wants people to stop looking at him and seeing a woman. But if Poseidon had asked, he would have told him – Caeneus would choose his lover over a new body, would rather live as he does now than have Poseidon harm himself for his benefit.

But he did not ask, so Caeneus closes his eyes and accepts the gift his lover is so eager to give him.


Amphitrite has never had a heart before.

She was the sea, and what she desired, she took. Men, women – she wanted, and she had, and then she moved on.

But the heart in her chest is softer, warmer. It turns her pearl hued skin pink and makes her swim to the surface to watch the sun set, makes something like empathy stir inside her when before all she had was selfishness.

The heart in her chest is in love, and she thought it was something she could control, something she could stop. It’s not. It will be one day, when she masters this heart in her chest, but not yet. She spends hours following Caeneus as he sails her seas, guides fish into his net and feels her borrowed heart beat that much faster whenever he pears into the ocean and she catches sigh of his gorgeous amber eyes.

So she says to Poseidon, “You spend too much time on the shore for a god of the sea.”

He glances at her, and his eyes are green just like hers, are cold and uncaring just like hers used to be. She wonders what her eyes look like now. “Caeneus is on the shore.”

“Bring him here if you’re so concerned with your mortal,” she says, focusing on weaving shells into her hair and giving the impression that she couldn’t care less what he does with his mortal plaything. “The palace is big enough.”

He stops and turns to her, eyebrow raised. “You do not mind me bringing him here?”

“Do with your mortal as you wish,” she repeats, and stamps down on the trembling joy in her chest, “It’s no concern of mine.”


Caeneus doesn’t know how to love a god of the sea. He knew how to love Poseidon – take him onto the water to watch the sunrise, feed him warm, sweet drinks, and let him curl around him at night and listen to his stories of his siblings, of impossible gods who do impossible things.

But now he sits in a palace under water, with his own room and the freedom to see the other side of the ocean he loves so dearly. There are no sunsets here, no cocoa to barter for, and Poseidon doesn’t tell him stories any more.

Poseidon still loves him. He kisses him and holds his hips when they sleep together and keeps him by his side while he crosses the sea and gains more and more control over this domain that he now commands. Poseidon still loves him, he tells himself when he itches to return to the surface and the home Poseidon build for him, and the life he built for himself.

He didn’t want to be a consort of the king of sea. He just wanted to be Caeneus, a man who loved a man and was loved in return, a man who loved the sea even though it would never love him back.

The sea will never love him back. He’s known that since he was a child, so the real question is – how much of the Poseidon he knew is left, and how much of him the depths of the ocean?


There’s a hurricane that requires her husband’s attention, and even he is not so foolish as to bring his lover to a place as dangerous as that. Which means it’s the perfect time for her to run into him in the interior gardens, as he stares up through the iridescent seaweed to the rays of sunlight that just manage to penetrate the water. “Do you miss it?” she asks him, and he startles, swinging around to face her and stumbling away.

“My lady!” he says, and falls to his knees before her, bowing his head. It’s what she expects of all mortals, but not from him, never from him. The heart in her chest loves him, and if it’s not her heart, well – the rest of her doesn’t know the difference. “A thousand apologies.”

“You are welcome here,” she says, and smiles. She’s never smiled quite like this before, she’s never felt quite like this before, fond and fluttery and so painfully eager that it would be embarrassing if she ever dared articulate it. It’s a wonder Poseidon managed to get anything done at all if this is what he had in his chest.

He looks up, hesitant, and she holds out her hand. He takes it, and she pulls him to his feet, pulls him closer until they’re nearly touching and he’s forced to look up into her eyes or be stuck staring at her chin. He’s warmer than her, she can feel the heat pouring off him in waves, and she wants him to hold her in his arms so she can languish against him like she would a sun-warmed rock.

Before she had a heart, she took who and what she wanted, when she wanted it.

Now she has a heart, and she takes his hands in both of hers and says, “Would you like to visit the surface? I can take you, and bring you back before my husband returns.”

He’s hesitant because he’s afraid of her. Caeneus will never love her, because although she holds the heart he loves she is not the person the heart belongs to. Not that he knows any of that, not that anyone will ever know the details of her and Poseidon’s arrangement. But she doesn’t want Caeneus to be afraid of her. She wants him to smile at her like she is a sunrise. “Yes, please,” he decides on finally.

She stands and watches as he walks through his home, as he touches the hearth and looks longingly at the bed, as he stands in the small cottage that he clearly prefers over her palace, over all the riches and adoration that comes with being consort to the sea.

Caeneus is a simple man, whose heart loves with a simple love.

He is a man whose heart loves someone who now has no heart, and Amphitrite can’t bring herself to tell him. She’s the one who took it away, and she won’t give it back.

She likes having a heart, and one day she will need to return it, but not now, not yet, not for a long time.


Caeneus lies besides Poseidon, curled up so his head rests on the god’s outflung arm and he can watch his chest rise and fall as he sleeps. There are bruises on Caeneus’s hips and down his chest, bite marks on his shoulder and up his neck. It’s not the first time his lover has been rough with him, and he doesn’t mind, like that Poseidon doesn’t touch him like he’s afraid he’ll break, likes that whenever he’s rough he’s careful enough with his strength not to ever cross the line from bruising to breaking.

It’s different than it used to be. It’s been different for a long time, ever since Poseidon somehow convinced the Lady to hand over her title as monarch, to share her power with him for no reason that Caeneus can see. It’s not love between them, because the sea does not love. But she got something out of it, something valuable enough to bargain away part of her power, and as soon as she did the man Caeneus loves ceased to exist.

He slides out of bed and angrily rubs at his eyes. He can’t do this anymore, can’t sleep and live with this man who has his lover’s face and memories and nothing else.

He knows this palace well, and everyone else knowns him too. The servants don’t question him, only offer shallow bows before hurrying on his way. He’s a fisherman who lives on the outskirts of society. He’s not any sort of person that people were meant to bow to. He stands in front of an ornate set of carved doors, the beautiful shimmering inside of a muscle shell of impossible size. Two guards stand at each door, but neither move to stop him as he pushes it open and slips inside.

“Lady?” he whispers. Large, bioluminescent carvings flare to life all across the room, bathing them in soft golden-green light. Amphitrite pulls herself out of bed, green hair loose around her and the rest of her on display, pale and flawless, as perfect an example of a beautiful woman as Caeneus has ever seen, and he averts his gaze. “Lady!”

“So modest,” she teases, and when he glances over she’s in a simple white robe and pulling her hair up behind her. She looks vulnerable like this, almost like his mother did when she would rouse him and his father from sleep in the darkness of early morning so they could catch the fish while they were still sleeping. “What’s going on Caeneus? I thought my husband had exclusive rights to your nights,” she winks, and he forces a smile.

He walks over to her, takes her hands in his because he knows she likes how warm he runs compared to her, and her smile slips off her face. “Please,” he whispers, “Poseidon is different than he once was, and I want to know why. Please.”


She shouldn’t tell him, but the heart in her chest loves him, and she loves him too, thinks she would even without Poseidon’s heart influencing her.

So she tells him, and when he starts crying she brushes away his tears and he doesn’t stop her. “He’ll never love you like he once did,” she tells him, “It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he just can’t.”

“The sea doesn’t love you back,” he says, because he knows, because he’s a skilled sailor, because he’s one of the people who has worshipped her his whole life without ever expecting anything back, because that’s what an ocean gives back – nothing at all. “Can – can I give you my heart?”

She stares. “Excuse me?”

“Let me give you my heart,” he pleads, “so that I may hold Poseidon’s in my chest. You can have mine, I know I’m only a mortal–”

“You’re all mortal to me,” she says, because a hundred years, a thousand, ten thousand, what does it matter – she and Gaia were around long before gods and humans, and they’ll be around long after them. “If I give you Poseidon’s heart, you will become a god.”

He pales and flinches away from her. He’s not in this for power, this was never about power to him. It was always about love. “Lady, I’m not trying to – I don’t want that.”

“If you become a god,” she continues, because she loves him and that means she wants him to be happy, even at her own expense, “you will be alive when the time comes for me to reclaim my title of monarch. One day I will take back my heart from Poseidon, will reclaim the cold, black thing in his chest as my own, and when I do he will no longer be master of the sea. When I do, you can give him back his heart, and he will love you as he loved you before, as he will always love you.”

Caeneus has a hand over his chest and there’s so much hope shining in his eyes that it’s almost painful to look at. “Please, Lady. Please. I love him, let me carry his heart, let me have him back once you are done. I will wait.”

“It will be a long time,” she answers honestly, “Empires will rise and fall before I’m willing to give this up, before Poseidon will be willing to give up his power over the sea.”

“I will wait,” Caeneus repeats, “I love him. If you have my heart, maybe you will grow to love him too. If you have my heart, you will protect him, you will keep him safe.”

Amphitrite loves Caeneus, and Caeneus loves Poseidon, and Poseidon is incapable of loving anyone at all. “Very well,” she whispers, because a heart is a heart, and just like Poseidon she’s unable to deny Caeneus anything.

She breaks open her chest and takes out the warm, beating heart of Poseidon. She slits open Caeneus’s chest for him, and holds him upright while struggles to take out his heart and clumsily places in into her chest. She heals over instantly, and nestles Poseidon’s heart in Caeneus’s ribcage. He too heals over, and his eyes flash with power as the heart settles inside of him.

Caeneus becomes so much more than a mortal man in that moment.

This heart doesn’t feel too different, she still loves Caeneus because she’s capable of loving and he is worthy of it. “Go,” she says, “Say your goodbyes, and leave. If you stay, he’ll just continue hurting you, and in a few thousand years he’ll hate himself for it. Leave now, and spare both of you that pain.”

He leans forward and cups her face in his hands, kissing her on each cheek. “Thank you,” he breathes, and then he’s gone.


Caeneus can feel the power of a god flowing into him, but he doesn’t care about that, the only reason he’s glad he’s a god now is so he’ll live long enough to get Poseidon back, to get the Poseidon who loves him back.

He goes back to where Poseidon is sleeping, and takes a long, careful look. It will be a long time before he sees this man again. He kisses him on the lips, softly and carefully, the way Poseidon first kissed him when he thought he was sleeping.

Then he leaves, stepping outside the palace and using his newly gained powers to bring himself to the shore.


Poseidon is furious, bur Amphitrite won’t budge, says only that Caeneus left. He throws a temper, and half the palace is lost in the aftermath, but she does not care.

She doesn’t tell him that she no longer carries his heart. It doesn’t matter. Caeneus’s heart beats in her chest, and she sits on her throne amongst the rubble and does nothing more than sigh at the way he threatens to tear the world apart looking for his lover. It will pass. The depth and coldness of the sea is unable to sustain such fits of wild passion.

Years pass. Rumors reach them of a sea god, one who is known for rescuing sailors and fisherman from storms, one who they say used to be a mortal fisherman himself.

They call him Glaucus, and say that he swallowed a magical herb to become a god.

She smiles when she hears these rumors, and thankfully Poseidon has long given up trying to get her to explain herself. The rumors are only half right, but she likes hearing them none the less.

It comforts her to hear that Caeneus is well.

gods and monster series, part xiii

read more of the gods and monsters series here


Pride month isn’t over just yet!! So have an array of pride flags created from clouds I drew haha

Y’all can use them as blog banners or anywhere you can think of, really :)


i have 0 excuses okay i just saw @joliemariella‘s tags on my silly drunk Pap animation and 

look at all those friends

c’mon Sans, gotta carry ‘em for SCIENCE (and friendship)

i’m back!

and i haven’t been producing anything or answering questions last night or today or whatever because i’m uh

working on something else.

i always get worried that when i make a preview post like this i’ll lose motivation for something because i’m not keeping anyone in the dark, & i’m like “ahhh they know i’m working on it now so i can take my time” but idk i am actually having a lot of fun with it, so knock on wood?

anonymous asked:

jon is not a hufflepuff, he's a slytherin, who maybe leans gryffindor. but hufflepuff? yeah, no

oh my god, no. no, no, no. sorry anon, but jon snow is not a slytherin. he could never be a slytherin. why would you even think that? because he’s broody and emo? or because he’s risen high in the world? those things don’t make him a slytherin. let’s break it down:

ambition: no. jon is not ambitious in the slightest. jon didn’t fight tooth and nail at any length to become lord commander, it was an honor that was chosen for him - because of his bravery, loyalty and kindness. and when he won the election, of course he was happy. but not because his selfish ambitions were somehow being fulfilled, but because for literally the first time in his life, jon had been recognized, appreciated and validated by his peers, something he never got at winterfell. and even before then, when jon worked so hard to prove himself in the training yard and longed to be a ranger and not a steward, those dreams had nothing to do with jon wanting to climb the ladder of power - he simply wanted to be recognized for his talents and skills, and once he realized what an honor it was to be the lord commander’s personal steward, he accepted the position and carried it out honorably. 

after stannis arrives at the wall, he offers jon everything he’s ever wanted: a wife, winterfell, the stark name - and jon says no. because he is loyal to the night’s watch and because he refuses to usurp his sister *cough* take a hint, show!jon *cough*. 

Lonely and lovely and lethal, Jon Snow reflected, and I might have had her. Her, and Winterfell, and my lord father’s name. Instead he had chosen a black cloak and a wall of ice. Instead he had chosen honor. A bastard’s sort of honor.

Jon said, “Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa.”

if jon were ambitious, he would have taken all that stannis offered him and more. but he didn’t. jon is not ambitious.

pride: no. jon is not prideful - he is loyal. he is loyal to the stark name and to his father and siblings. it may have started out as pride in the beginning - after all, being ned stark’s son was all jon had that made him “special” in the eyes of others. but that quickly vanished when ned was branded as a traitor to the realm, but jon’s loyalty to ned did not. when jon heard that robb had taken up arms against the lannisters to free his father, jon aches to join him - and even goes as far as running away from the watch out of loyalty to his family.

If he must perish, let it be with a sword in his hand, fighting his father’s killers. He was no true Stark, had never been one… but he could die like one. Let them say that Eddard Stark had fathered four sons, not three.

but jon doesn’t get very far, because his friends come after him and remind him of the vow he made to the night’s watch, and so jon goes back to do his duty.

“Honor set you on the kingsroad… and honor brought you back.”

honestly, jon is one of the most selfless characters in the entire series. he is always putting others above himself. he was literally murdered for being selfless and honorable enough to let the wildlings through the wall so they all wouldn’t die. jon may be proud of having stark blood, and loyalty to it and to his family - be he himself is not prideful as a person. 

cunning: again, no. jon is not cunning. he’s intelligent, yes, but not cunning. he doesn’t deceive or trick others at their expense or for his own gain. the word cunning literally means “having or showing skill in achieving one’s ends by deceit or evasion.” cunning ≠ intelligence. it’s a trait that requires deceit to further one’s own goals - something jon has never done.

jon isn’t a slytherin, he just isn’t. this isn’t to say that slytherins are bad or anything, because they’re not, but jon isn’t one. to say he is would be a gross misinterpretation of his character. do you know who is a slytherin? cersei lannister. petyr baelish. margaery tyrell. ramsay bolton. does jon resemble any of these characters? no, he doesn’t.

now let’s take a look at hufflepuff jon:

patience: yes. jon is a very patient person. you can see it clearly in his friendship with sam. a slytherin would never bother with someone like sam, but jon does. he helps sam, defends him, sticks up for him and even threatens to sick ghost on the members of the night’s watch who bully him. jon is exceedingly patient with sam.

loyalty: yes. jon is extremely loyal. this was covered fairly well above, but it’s obvious that jon has an enormous sense of loyalty and honor to those he loves. he remains loyal to his father and to the starks even after they are deemed traitors to the crown, and he has immense loyalty to the night’s watch as well. he is also loyal to his friends, like sam, pip, grenn and edd. it is always said that jon is the most like ned out of any of the stark children, and with this there is no exception. jon even has a loyalty to the free folk after spending so much time with them, being able to empathize with their plight. now here’s where it gets tricky: for a man loyal to both the night’s watch and the wildlings, what is he supposed to do? he did what his father would have done - the right thing, even at the quite literal expense of himself. 

justice: yes. jon has a very strong sense of justice. like his siblings, jon grew up hearing ned say that “the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.” jon has a very strong moral compass and sense of right and wrong, and he carries that out through his actions, especially as lord commander, when he beheads janos slynt for defying him, even though he doesn’t really want to. or before, when jon insists that the watch go after the mutineers who killed jeor mormont at craster’s keep, not only to serve them justice, but to keep them from spilling the night’s watch’s secrets to the wildlings. jon’s sense of justice is also what prevented him from killing ygritte. why should jon kill this woman, who hasn’t done anything wrong but exist? ned said:

“If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.”

in jon’s eyes, ygritte does not deserve to die, so he doesn’t kill her. instead, he falls in love (much later) and he breaks his vows, yes, because jon snow is a human being who is flawed, and craved the love and affection of another person. remember: at winterfell, jon never allowed himself to sleep with anyone because he was too terrified of fathering a bastard. how fucked up is that? give the boy a break. 

hard-working: yes. jon is very hard-working. jon has worked hard for every single thing he has ever received. nothing was ever handed to jon, he had to earn it all for himself. but the thing that separates jon from slytherin characters, who work hard to further their own personal vendettas, is that jon works hard for the benefit of others. yes, jon wants to better himself too, but not for selfish goals or power - jon only wants to be recognized and appreciated, a very human thing to want, indeed.

kind: yes. listen, jon is a little sweeite, let’s be for real. let’s talk about sam again!! remember that time in agot when jon went to maester aemon secretly and begged him to make sam his personal steward so sam would stop being beaten and humiliated in the training yard?? because i do!!!! (i’d quote it here but it’s several pages long in “A Game of Thrones: Jon V” if you want to look it up). but yeah, jon could have very easily gotten in serious trouble for going to maester aemon, but he did it anyway because he couldn’t bear to watch sam suffer any longer. as a child, jon was always very kind to all his siblings (especially robb and arya) as well. and even though jon was often jealous of robb, he never resented him and always loved him.

these are just some examples of why i think jon is a hufflepuff and why he is definitely not a slytherin. jon definitely has some gryffindor traits as well (bravery, daring, chivalry), but i think at his core he is a hufflepuff, like ned.

Long Exposure Trans Hcs

(this was bound to happen)

Note: I am not the word of God or anything. These are my personal hcs that I like to think about! If your hcs differ that’s fine, everyone has their own hcs and honestly I love all and any trans hc! Again, this is just for fun and my own little list.

(Also yes, I’m aware some of these characters Wouldn’t be trans but hey, this is all in good fun and it doesn’t many any of em less of an asshole)

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i remember really liking the couple shots in wonder woman where she climbs up the stairs and they have The Outfit Reveal and that Stuck with me and i wasn’t sure entirely why because it’s simple really, there’s closeups on the shield and her bracers and boots as she climbs the ladder and we don’t see her at all until shes standing up and i just?? why is this so cool to me

then i realized that there’s no “sexy pan-up”

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anonymous asked:

dudedudedude imagine: remember when shiro said something about the red lion being the only lion to withstand the heat of the stars at marmora hq? so, the team goes to visit the hq again, and this time allura has to go (bring ur leader jazz). bear in mind red paladin lance. this could go either way. one: allura chooses keith to go, and lance realizes it was just an excuse not to take him. or two: allura takes the red lion with lance, but now lance us just another replacement for keith.


I decided to write both scenarios because I love them both! 

I really tried to keep the characters in character 

Allura Chooses Keith 

“I’ll take Keith.” Allura pointed at the male who was staring at the two wormholes, indicating the Marmora headquarters. 

Lance blinked a few times and immediately went into defense mode. “The Black Lion can’t withstand that heat, only the Red Lion can. Newflash I pilot the Red Lion now, so shouldn’t I go with you instead of Keith?” 

Allura was silent for a few moments but eventually spoke “Keith will fly the Red Lion down since he was her paladin before. I understand that you pilot the Red Lion now Lance but Keith still has a very unique bond with her. If anything happens in the headquarters we can rely on Red to keep us safe, because she will do anything to protect Keith.” 

“Also even though Allura is our leader I think we should send the leader of Voltron with her, and this case it’s Keith.” Pidge adjusted her glasses and looked at Lance, “since Shiro went last time it’s only logical.” 

Lance nodded and faced the the screen displaying the two wormholes. He heard the two shuffle out of the room and he tightened his fist in anger? Was that the emotion he was feeling? No it was something different, something heavier than anger. 

Lance walked over to his chair, that was in the room, and slumped down in it. Everything felt heavy and Lance didn’t know why. He watch Pidge, Hunk and Coran talk to Allura and Keith from the Red Lion and he felt the emotion grow stronger. 

Was this an excuse? Did Allura not trust me enough to go with her? That can’t be true, we’ve bonded since Shiro left. Maybe there’s a different reason, maybe she wanted Keith to have another shot at learning about his past. 

Someone asked Lance if he was okay and he gave them a firm nod. Nobody knew what to do and kept him in the corner of their eyes and Lance sat still, thinking. Thinking about why Allura chose Keith over him but no matter how much he thought he never found a solid answer. 

Allura Takes Lance 

“Lance we must go, we only have so many ticks before they close the headquarters off.” Allura spoke as she put on her helmet and made he way down to the Red Lion hanger. 

Lance nodded and quickly approached Red, her particle barrier falling as soon as he entered her hanger. 

After a few minutes Lance and Allura were on their way down to the headquarters. 

Lance felt sweat fall down his back as he maneuvered Red along the path that was displayed before him. 

“So, um princess?” Lance cursed at how shaky his voice was but he was anxious. Anxious that he would mess up and fail this mission.  Keith wouldn’t be anxious. 

Allura turned her gaze towards Lance “Yes Lance, is everything okay?” 

Lance gave her a shaky nod, “yes, but why did you chose me instead of Keith? He is a better pilot after all and his bond is stronger with Red versus me.” 

Allura was quiet for a few ticks, the only noise was the rumble from Reds metal slightly bending under the pressure from the wormholes. 

“Well, I chose you because you are the Red paladin now. Even if your bond isn’t the strongest, Red is your lion now.” Allura gave Lance a small smile. 

Lance nodded. “So if Keith was still the Red paladin you would have taken him?” 

Allura nodded and Lance didn’t say anything else. He focused on flying Red but his eyes kept wandering the more he thought. 

I’m only here because Keith isn’t Red’s paladin anymore. Did I replace Keith? Lance looked at Allura, who gave him another small smile. No, Allura replaced me. I was the Blue paladin now I’m forced to be the Red paladin. I replaced Keith and Allura replaced me. I’m always going to be replaceable aren’t I? Will I ever have a permanent spot in Voltron? 

“LANCE WATCH OUT!” Allura screamed and Lance pulled the controls back. He was heading off the path straight into the wormhole. 

Lance could here’s his team asking what happened and Allura touched his shoulder. “Lance are you alright?” 

Lance nodded, “sorry I was just lost in thought. It won’t happen again.” Lance focus on flying, his thoughts burning in the back of his mind.

I hope you like them!!!!!

Sorry it took so long!!

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I thought I should keep the tradition alive of me posting random selfies before an exam, I know you all want to see these, bc they’re a work of art, and I mean, just look at that face. I call dis piece “before she fails”, it’s inspired by law school, hope you like n good night to you allllll

also abbie says she’s my shoes in the background, so we’re hanging now @blackthornsims 👌🏻

Flower Adventures AU where he drops into pretty much the Beauty and the Beast version of sidgeno:

Flower: “Oh my God! Sidney! You can speak French!–oh–oh, you’re singing now. You can sing? And everyone is singing with you…” 

Flower follows Sidney through the entire first sequence through the town like, “Who the hell are you singing to, Sidney????”

Flower brings footage back to his Sidney, and Sidney is so embarrassed.

Is that Giroux trying to marry me?” Sidney yelps.

“Please send me all videos,” Geno says. 


Best Singing Compilation - Miyano Mamoru: Vocal King (~GENERATING!~ Edition). ♡

“you gotta drink this blood juice that has like at least a 50% chance of killing you to join our zombie killing club”

“you’ve been a grey warden for like a day but you’re the only one that can save the order !!!! and the whole world for that matter !!!”

“you’re like barely an adult but you need to decide who’s gonna rule this whole country !!!”

“hey so i gotta sleep with your bf to have a god baby and make sure you don’t die”

“you’re gonna disappear from the face of the earth and probably never show up again”