but in the end it was worth it


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When given the script originally tracer was meant to be the one to activate the vents. But with the amount of times Genji has to bring up his butt gag; I had to make it worth something in the end. 

Produced by Mashed: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XV1lBsMyRwg
Animated by Liam McKeown

I can’t resist a tiny teaser of the big project I’ve been working on - Keyleth’s Mantle of the Tempest. I’ve been purposefully holding off posting WIPs pics of it because the half finished cloak isn’t going to do the end result justice, but I’m so excited for it that I can’t help but share a small peak!

I think it’ll take about another week to finish. The entire thing is hand sewn and hand painted, so it’s tedious and slow going work. But I think the end result will be worth it and I can’t wait to wear it!

Through Open Windows

Curiosity has always been Harry’s weakness and it usually ends up getting him into more trouble than it’s worth.  But that doesn’t stop him from Facebook stalking the sexy voice on the other side of the phone.  

aka The one where Harry works for an ad firm and stalks Louis’ Facebook page.

What I gather from the trailer is that whatever happens that means they have to fight, Peridot is immediately on board.

Which only strengthens my idea that the Earth is Peridot’s reason. Is what caused Peridot to turn against Yellow Diamond. Yes, she cares for Steven and the other Gems. But its the Earth that Peri fights for.

She defended it against Yellow Diamond and argued that it is useful and has so much worth fighting for. She defended it when Jasper called it a shell. And now she will argue that the Earth is their home and that’s worth fighting for.

And I think that parallells Rose very closely as we’ve been told that Rose fell in love with the Earth and that’s what caused her to rebel.

In a weird way, Peridot represents history repeating itself as she’s the Gem whose motivations mirrors that of Rose’s as a Homeworld Gem who came to Earth with a single goal, but that ended up loving the planet after spending time on it.

Garnet fights to be together. Pearl fights (fought?) for Rose. Bismuth fought for her right to chose whatever she wanted and to stick it to the upper crusts.

Steven’s motivations was what everyone wanted him to be and Amethyst’s motivation was because…..well…..she lives there. She would fight to keep the only place she’s ever known. But I imagine both Steven and Amethyst has or will grow to find new reasons.

But Peri is the one whose motivations mirrors that of the Gem that started this whole thing.

anonymous asked:

Are you threatening me blurb with harry?? Pretty please

This got a little darker than I intended it to be. Also I’m sorry it’s lengthier than the past couple. Sometimes when I read requests something fantastic happens and I write stuff like this (which I think is actually pretty okay but I do like feedback if you would all wanna chat).

Harry worked long hours in the office. Unlike most TV shows, you worked long hours going through files upon files before you became a big shot lawyer. In the end, he knew it would be worth it (maybe) but right now, he wanted to sleep and sleep for the rest of the weekend. His eyes were burning from staring at screens and paper all day reading for ages.

Entering the apartment building in the middle of the city, the doorman said hello and Harry nodded in exhaustion. There was a possibility he wouldn’t even make it to the elevator let alone be able to get off and walk to his door once he got to the right floor.

After several attempts, he got his key to fit in the lock and he opened the door to his sanctuary. Much to his mother’s surprise, Harry kept the place clean, sparsely decorated (she kept telling him it needed a woman’s touch and maybe a grandchild or four to run around), and simply Harry-esque.

Stumbling out of his shoes, pulling off his suit coat, undoing his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt, he managed to fall with a thump onto his couch. For many moments, he didn’t dare move; his eyes were shut and he listened to the sounds of the city—sirens, music, shouting…it was all something he was accustomed to and found comforting. It was the only noise he could stand to sleep through—calming city sounds.

With his breathing slowing down and him struggling half-heartedly to undo his belt while laying on top of it, he was on the cusp of sleep. The dreams tonight would be of endless paperwork and the hauntingly beautiful girl that plagued his mind ever since he moved into the apartment.

Some of the dreams were simply getting to know the unnamed girl. They would walk along in the most vivid and lucid dreams he had ever had. Just a boy and a girl strolling through the city only stopping to get a cup of tea on a cold day and an ice cream on a hot one. The girl on his arm was all smiles and he swore even in his subconscious she smelled terrific—cotton and beach roses. She would walk him to work and give him a kiss that sent his sleeping heart aflutter.

But other dreams were raw and passionate. He would be kissing her, every part of her. His mouth would ache just to hover over her skin. It felt like he didn’t have enough hands to touch every part of her body and they always had on too many clothes. Those dreams would also send his heart aflutter and stretch his boxers into a firm tent before the clothes would be coming off and his lips reached for more of her skin. The sound of their breathing was the only thing that could be heard in his silent apartment. She would reach down push his boxers out of the way and Harry would let out a low moan in her—


Harry was awoken and his dreams were crushed. So was his body, at the sound of you shouting loudly above his apartment his body jerked and fell off the couch where he was haphazardly laying. He groaned in agony and slowly crawled to get back on the couch. He couldn’t do this another night.

Constantly, his neighbors shouted till he imagined the two were blue in the face. He could not figure out how the two of you stayed together. After what felt like hours of fighting he would hear the doors slam closed, and the noise would cease. Perhaps that the noise above was the cause of his sleeping problems and why he was always exhausted.

This was the third week in a row since he had moved in and he couldn’t do this one moment longer. Anger coursed through his veins as he marched up the steps to the next floor. Just his dress pants low on his hips. He could hear the shouting getting louder, over what he didn’t know nor did he care. He just wanted to sleep in peace.

Slamming his closed fist against the door he almost drowned out the sound of yelling and he bet his life that he was doing the whole apartment building a favor. Who knew how long this could go on for.

What went from screaming—which Harry barely heard since in typical lawyer style he was blindingly mad. He would end the fighting no matter what it took. The silence was almost louder than the screaming that took place only moments before. Harry didn’t care he was sick of not being able to sleep. This was unfair to everyone in the apartment building and Harry would not stand for it. After barely sleeping enough with this job and barely sleeping the past six or so years of law school, he wanted to sleep in the damn quiet.

“What?” The guy at the door answered gruffly.

“Are you kidding me, mate? People are trying t’sleep,” he said groggily. He peeked through the doorway to see who the poor girl that was getting yelled at for the past three weeks he’d been here.

The guy in front of him tried to move to block more of the doorway but it was too late. Harry had seen you. Your face was throbbing, just above your eyebrow bleeding. Shoving the guy out of the doorway and thus suffering more screaming, he scooped you into his arms and walked straight back to the elevator. He placed you gently on the floor of the elevator and held the door open with your foot.

While he was a lawyer, he wasn’t some weakling—he worked out every day at the firm’s gym. “If you come near her, I will end you,” he said simply just a centimeter from his face. Harry wasn’t always intimidating, but when he meant business, he meant business. And that would be his best quality as a lawyer. Towering at six plus feet he narrowed his eyes at the lad that had the gall to hurt the lovely girl waiting for him in the elevator.

“You can have her,” he snarled not wanting to risk his luck against the giant in just dress pants. He stalked back to his apartment with a slam of the door.

Harry sighed and turned back to the girl on the elevator. You were dazed, tears rolling down your cheeks without a sound. Too much had happened in a short time. Smacking the floor’s button the door closed and he crouched down to hold you in his arms again. Once he kicked open the door and settled you on the couch, he quickly made some calls to friends of friends.

“He’s never hit me before,” you whispered finally. It broke the silence with the same startle that knocked him off the couch. Harry had been buzzing about the kitchen, making tea, getting ice, and the first aid kit. In addition to making calls, he almost forgot you were there and why he was gathering all these items.

Slowly he approached you, knelt in front of your knees as you looked off into the distance. Your cut wasn’t good and briefly he was worried about a concussion. But soon his door was opening, Liam stepped into the room along with Louis’ mother. Liam was dressed in his uniform and Jay quickly busied herself looking you over. Totally confused, you were just grateful for a female. More tears fell down your cheeks and Jay turned to Harry. “Would you get her a cuppa tea?” She said knowingly. Harry smirked a bit.

“I was working on it, Mum,” he muttered.

Liam listened to Harry as he told him what happened and then he nodded. He spoke into his shoulder’s walkie talkie and there was another commotion upstairs. Liam looked down at you knelt next to Jay as she cleaned the cut and checked for a concussion. “You’re alright, love?” He wondered.

Still entirely baffled by what was happening, Harry gave you a cup of tea and you nodded. “I think so.”

“Can you just tell me what happened?” He said. “Take your time.” You managed to quickly explain quickly sending yourself into more tears that you didn’t really feel. “Alright, thank you, darling. You’ll be alright with this one for the night?” Liam nodded his head at Harry.

You had never spoken to your downstairs neighbor once except for tonight and somehow in the thirty minutes you had known him you felt safer than you did the last three months of living with your boyfriend. Carefully you nodded and Jay deemed that you were concussion free. “Don’t let him think he’s special,” she said of Harry. Rolling his eyes, he showed the two out the door.

Again, there was silence and Harry came around to sit across from you on the opposite couch. “I’m going to draw up a restraining order for you Monday morning,” he said. “I’d feel better if you stayed with me for the weekend if you don’t mind…unless you have family you can get in touch with. I can’t have it on my conscience that I leave you alone,” he explained to you.

Shaking your head, you swallowed. “Yeah…no family,” you mumbled.

Harry didn’t ask. “That’s alright, I planned on sleeping my weekend away so I can keep my eye on you,” he shrugged simply. “C’mon, I think you need some sleep,” he said standing up, holding his hand out and once your delicate fingers were in his hand, he guided you to the bedroom. “The bathroom is right there and there’s an extra toothbrush under the sink. Anything else you need, just come poke me, yeah?” You said pushing the covers back.

It was starting to hit you and the kindness this stranger was offering hit you harder than well…

You burst into tears. Covering your face, you melted to the ground and for a moment Harry just blinked unsure of what he was supposed to do. After what felt like an eternity, he figured you just needed a moment and so he knelt back down beside you, rubbed your back soothingly and told you it would all be okay.

As Harry watched you cry he tried to figure out why you looked so familiar. He knew he hadn’t seen you around the building and he wondered where on earth he could have known you from. While your crying slowed, he brought you back to your feet, found you some sweats to get comfortable in and asked if there was anything else you could want.

You shook your head, breathing erratically. Sometimes this happened to you. Your sobs would turn into a hyperventilating panic attack. A million thoughts went through your head at that moment and you could have simply died to make this easier on yourself.

“Thank you,” you hiccupped. Harry stared at you a moment in confusion before he chocked it up to being a very overwhelming moment for you. He carefully cupped the back of your neck and pulled you to his chest. He may soon be a heartless lawyer but he had a sister and he knew how to calm tears over a boy.

Soon your hiccups stopped and Harry released you slowly. When he gazed down at you to see if you were doing a little better he noted how pretty your eyes were even after having just cried. That’s also when he noticed how warm you felt and that you were the perfect fit beneath his chin. All at once he realized you were his girl from his dreams. It wasn’t that it was your face, it was your presence, the shape, the aura, the feel of you was the girl.

He felt his stomach knot and he smiled sweetly at you. “I’m going to let you rest, if you need something please tell me,” he said pushing some hair behind your ears. You finally realized he was shirtless and you had just snotted and cried all over his sinewy muscles. While he didn’t seem to care, you felt horrible and embarrassed. But nonetheless, you were exhausted and rest sounded good to you.

“Thank you…” you blinked. “I don’t know your name,” you murmured.

Harry held your fingers in his hand again as he kissed your knuckles. “Harry, kitten. M’name’s Harry,” he said. Releasing your hand, he turned, shut the door and let you have your peace. You climbed into his bed, dazed and tired. While drifting off to sleep you tested his name in your mouth a few times wondering all kinds of things about the handsome man that came in your time of duress. But your mind was too tired for such wonderings so you let your dreams do the work.

As for Harry, he found himself strolling through the city with the beautiful face just a few rooms over. Smiling, because he finally found her.

witchymomo  asked:

Down among the sticks and bones was so worth the wait- I've had it since last friday and i'm almost at the end of my second re-read (And thank you so much for Jack. she's everything). Will there be any more installments in the wayward children series?

The third book, Beneath the Sugar Sky, will be coming out in January!

I (my mature diamond ass) secretly spectate my friends’ (silvers) games, have a laugh at whatever they do and quit spectating before the game ends so they don’t catch me spectating them. Then I queue up and lose the 1st game almost every time because karma got my ass, but it is worth every single spectate.

Don’t trust anyone who spouts exclusionary rhetoric of any kind. Just don’t. Even if the group of people they are looking down on doesn’t include you, exclusionists have a mindset where they are always looking for a new thing to hate, and there’s a good chance you or someone you care about will someday end up in their crosshairs. It doesn’t matter if the person posts 99% stuff you like–if you see acephobia, biphobia, or transphobia (or any other kind of -phobia, but these are the ones seeing a resurgence lately in fandom), you should run for the hills. It’s not worth it. Find the people who are inclusive of everyone and just here to have a good time. You will have a much better fandom experience this way, I promise you.

anonymous asked:

fave fanfiction moment you've ever written?

Long fingers slid down his bare back, the forbidden touch feeling like electricity on his skin. He wasn’t sure how something so wrong could feel so right, but he never wanted this night to end. The way Sam touched him, like he could break with even the slightest amount of pressure…

Sometimes, it made Dean feel like he was actually worth something.

“Stay,” he murmured, reaching sleepily for a man that was already halfway across the room. Sam had said something about getting breakfast, but Dean wasn’t hungry- or rather, he didn’t care for food right them. “Stay with me.”

He watched those lips pull across his brother’s face, like they were sharing yet another joke that the world would never understand. From across the room, he could hear the little huff of breath escape Sam’s lungs before the taller man crossed the motel room in just a few quick strides. “You’re so needy,” he said, clearly amused.

“Shut up and kiss me,” Dean retorted, pulling his brother in for another impure kiss.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Which is your favorite part in The angry tide betwen Ross and Demelza?

Ohhh, there are far too many favourite parts. Far, far too many.

Their first conversation when he comes back from London, for example (pages 35-40 in the kindle edition).

And this exchange, after she breaks the news that Pascoe’s bank has failed and all she did to try to help:

She said: ‘Did I do right or wrong, Ross? I have to know. I had to – to make the choice.’

As he passed her he put his hand briefly on her shoulder. ‘You’re worth all Westminster,’ he said.

And their conversation on the first morning after she arrives in London with him (pages 380-382 in the kindle edition).

And their conversation about the style (Regency style) of her new dress (pages 386-387).

And this, near the end of the book when they’re reunited after she left him in London:

‘Demelza … I have brought you a small present.’
’Oh? Where? Where is it?’
‘I’ll give it to you tomorrow – or whenever the wedding is.’
’Why do I have to wait?’
‘I had intended it for Christmas. And then I had intended it for tonight. But then I remembered other times I had given you presents, and it seemed to me that this was too easy a way of buying myself back into your favour …’
‘Do you think you need to?’
‘Well … what was done in London was not well done.’
She said: ‘Is it then perhaps your own favour that you should first seek?’
‘Maybe. Maybe it’s the same thing. But in either case it is too easy a way of setting things to rights. A present, a little money spent, and all is forgiven and forgotten. It won’t do.’

(and all the conversation that follows, too, as they try to understand each other anew)

And their final conversation, in pages 608-611. Oh, that final conversation breaks my heart and makes me weepy and makes me want to hug them both.

But………basically everything. There are a few bits I wouldn’t call ‘favourite’, I suppose, but….yeah. The above is a good representative of all my favourite parts between them :D

anonymous asked:

I totally relate to the whole cutie thing. About a year or so ago actually i think i was much than you were. I tried to quit a couple times because i had the same realization you did but i would go back to it a few days later because i would feel really depressed without it. I know i sound really fucking stupid but it must've been what quitting smoking or drinking feels like. In the end however i did stop for about a couple weeks and the depression went away... so yeah...

addictions come in many forms, and the sheer freedom of sites like this is silently enabling. you have to really look deep inside yourself and ask the most fundamental part of your consciousness, “what am i getting out of doing this… is it really worth it? am i happier doing this?” deciding to stop self destructive behaviors and committing to healthier outlets is something that is actually attainable.

literally every time somebody “calls me out” or shit talks me it’s only because I’m mutuals with some certain people that they apparently don’t like and decide that I’m popular enough to receive callout fallout or something, and me pointing it out almost never fails to backfire on them causing others only to end up liking my blog and following me

Submitted by Chandler

Success to me has always been measured by passion. It doesn’t matter how rich or poor you are. At the end of it all, I want to be able to say that my life was a success by how much I invested my heart into all the people, hobbies, jobs, and obligations throughout my life, whether some of these were worth it, while others were not. 

IG: chandler_russell

anonymous asked:

So I went to a dungeon the other day. So much paper work, but it was so worth it. I asked for bondage, spanking, and over stimulation. Hooooly shiiiiiitt. I ended up crying over how amazing it felt; my domme had this 8 inch strap on and I thought Gabe was real, the aftercare was probably the best part- she gave me a massage and played with my hair and spoke in soft Danish. My ass stings, and the ropes dug into my skin; but I am going back and begging for her to step on me. I can't wait :D

!!!!! That’s amazing sweetheart!!!! I’m SO jealous!

This is a message to all the people out there that feel hopeless, I just want you to know this you can use each day as a fresh start, if you feel lost or broken their is someone who cares for you and wants to help, you are loved and deserve to be don’t think that you are worth less that you really are because you are worth more that the moon and all the stars put together. If you feel like life is rushing by has has nothing for you just take a second and breath because I promise that in the end you’ll be glad you did, just know I’m proud every single one of you for making it this far 💜

anonymous asked:

Thank you mom! I'm actually going to my doctor tomorrow bc my heart is weak and all that. I just really don't want anyone else to end up like this, because it's so painful.. losing a few pounds is not worth the health risks!!💕 (also, can I change being the "ana anon" to another name? I don't think it's very good always identifying myself as my ED)

^^ of course you can change it sweetie

today i felt like i was too needy and trying to hard to be liked. i need to regain my sense of self worth and compassion. my meal plan went ok today, i am still a little overwhelmed with the hypermetabolic state i am in and how hungry it makes me. im channeling my subconscious thoughts more, though. these will be good to recognize in the end but for now one day at a time. i’ve come to realize how much i love and need me time. i never realized how much i lost myself through my anorexia and depression. now my body needs a day off to relax and unwind 🌻

I am totally going to end up losing my shit today. No sleep last night. I’m almost to the 24 hour mark. My boss tried to say I did the new donut glaze wrong, but it’s not glaze it’s icing. I followed directions to a T. Customers are complaining, at least one guy took one look at the donuts and walked out. Second week in a row that the boss has again not put the entire week’s schedule up. Three days worth again. She lasted two weeks after I talked to the district manager about the scheduling issues.

On top of that she put me on for 9:30am to 3:30am tomorrow with a bullshit reason about me not working over 40 when I’m only ever scheduled 35, and that she was trying to compromise since I asked to not come in for three piddly hours once a week (80 miles a day for my ex to provide me transportation) , when we agreed she’d keep me at 3am to 11am so I could make afternoon appointments as needed without needing to put in for a day off.

I have my skills and knowledge testing for the county EMS position tomorrow.

WTHolyFuck??!!! And it’s possible I may have lost my purse.