but it looks better in the set this way

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the idea that villains are nothing but stepping stones for your goody-two-shoes character irks me.
the good guy DOESN’T always win. while in our video games & movies, it is set in stone that the good guy always wins, in the real world, he doesn’t.
like any human, he is bound to FALL, & i think this is an equally interesting narrative deserving of being explored.

using my muse as a pedestal to make yours look better will only piss me off.
no villainous muse of mine is there to make the good guys shine brighter, & the idea that they are weaker by default to yours on the basis of moral alignment is a terrible way to approach the subject.
every person has their strengths & weaknesses & the concept of good versus evil has no direct influence upon this.


“The Sun and Moon did fall in love but no one said it was a happy story.”

Let’s talk my Sun/Moon Spirit AU ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

tumblr fucked up my image quality okay lets get that out of the way if you want better quality, click on the images.

  • Both Mari and Adrien are half-spirits, actually being part human. 
  • On days they feel like it and are physically allowed, they transform into their ‘human’ versions.
  • Granted, their spirit versions look human but on Earth, they can be disguised as normal people. 
  • As spirits, neither age and have seen centuries upon centuries of different decades. Though because of this, they can have fun adjusting to different eras and are fascinated with these ‘modern touchable squares’.
  • Each night before the dawn, Mari has to set out morning stars which Adrien can see when he awakes, a big reason why he fell in love with her. 
  • Mari, however, has seen Adrien, but only in his human version, and not knowing who he is, falls in love with this human. 
  • They only see eachother, of course, via eclipse. 
  • When the eclipses occur, they don’t have a lot of time so every time it does;
  • “Moon Spirit, how lovely you look today! May I take your hand in marriage now?” 
  • Mari always just laughs and politely declines but in the back of his head, he knows he does want her hand in marriage. They part ways, say the usual goodbye and “keep the morning stars coming’.
  • Then Adrien waits for the next eclipse. He always does. 

More on this au and character designs to come and possibly a gifcomic when I get back to Australia but yeah, this one is semi-angsty and i’m r e a d y.

my least favorite thing is where I don’t intentionally procrastinate and instead just suddenly find out that I totally didn’t do the thing and it is now too late

I hate that thing


My 2016 Horror Movies List

Not a great year for horror movies. A lot of decent stuff, but just a few flicks I would really recommend. So this year list may includes all I saw from last time I did one, even if released in late 2015, plus something I wouldn’t exactly describe as an horror movie, but was too good to be left out. Enjoy:

  • The Witch - One of the best movies I’ve seen lately. Plus, goats are soo cool. Go see it. 
  • Under The Shadow - Have you ever seen an Iranian horror movies set in the 80s?
  • I Am Not A Serial Killer -  Low budget “monster” movie!
  • 10 Cloverfield Lane -  I’d love this to have a sequel…
  • Don’t Breathe - Not perfect, still absolutely enjoyable. 
  • Green Room - Nazi punks fuck off!
  • The Conjouring 2 -  Have you seen the tv show about the Enfield case? This one is way better.

If you looked at the posters on the top of the post, you probably noticed there is one more film I still have to talk about. “Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot” is not an horror. It’s the first Italian super heroes movie (well, the first good one for sure), and it’s better you can imagine. It’s emotional, it’s violent, and funny. It’s so rare as an Italian citizen I have something to be proud about that is not food related, that I can’t miss the chance to mention it here. Let me know if you like it. 

And if you need more, some other 2016 (more or less) horror movies still worth to watch:

  • Southbound
  • Holidays
  • Trash Fire
  • The Neighbor
  • Ouija 2
  • 31
  • Pet
  • The Monster
  • The Wailing
  • Train To Busan
  • Siren
  • Anguish
  • Baskin
  • Emelie
  • Shelley
  • Viral
  • Lights Out
  • Phobia
  • The Good Neighbor 
  • The Autopsy Of Jane Doe
  • Blair Witch

Let me know what you think!



Any gifmakers who use Photoshop CC know that using the same sharpening technique as CS5 gifmakers doesn’t have the same effect on CC. When sharpening on CC, gifs can turn out “muddy”, or undersharpened, unlike the crisp CS5 sharpening. After many many months of fiddling with my actions and techniques, I finally found a way to better replicate the crisp CS5 sharpening look. I figured I would share what I learned for other people also struggling to make their gifs look better.

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Imagine You’re a Thief

You rarely strayed into the wilderness. Towns were always better for you to make a living. Forests and coasts were only good when you were hiding from guards or people you had stolen from. But something else had lured you into the wilds. A nearby town was full of rumours that there was an elven ruin somewhere nearby. The accounts of other villagers narrowed your search to the north. You guessed that the ruin had been carved into the cliff, meaning that you had to find a safe way down. You managed to find an easier path, a hill instead of a vertical drop.

Sure enough, when you reached the bottom, there was a set of stone doors decorated in what you recognized as elven patterns. Torches were on either side, but it looked like they hadn’t been lit in days. There was no heat. No embers. Whoever occupied the ruin had been gone for a long time. All the better for you. If someone was inside, you would have a much harder time stealing something and leaving without being noticed. Besides, taking hostages was something that you tried to avoid.

The doors opened without problem. You hesitated, wondering if there was some sort of magic trap waiting. But the familiar static of magic against your skin never came. It was safe. For now, at least. You descended the stairs, the light from outside fading into darkness. You would have tried lighting one of the torches on the wall, but you worried that the light would attract any ships passing by.

You reached the bottom of the stairs, the room almost too dark to see anything inches away. You paused, listening for noise or anything that would reveal someone else’s presence. But there was nothing. You moved to the side of the room to a desk, fumbling for a lighting a candle. The desk was covered in various bottles and tubes filled with different colours of liquid. Elven artifacts, especially books and tools, always sold for a high price. If you slipped out with a few things, you wouldn’t be burdened and, if the elf ever returned, they would likely not notice that anything had been taken.

You grabbed a phylactery and one of the smaller bottles, stashing both in your bag.

“You are not supposed to be here,” A voice spoke behind you.

You tensed, immediately grabbing the candle and turning around. There was someone standing in the middle of the room. No, not someone. Something. Ribbons were draped over darkness, glowing a faint green. You hadn’t seen it when you had first entered the room. How could you have missed it?

“You have also taken something that is not yours,” The thing stepped closer. Stone and dirt. You had heard of such a thing before. It was enchanted in order to serve as a guardian. The elf was gone, but the ruin was hardly abandoned. One hit from such a creature would either kill you or knock you unconscious. You couldn’t afford to let it get close.

You ran, finding the nearest door and opening it. You didn’t bother trying to shut it. You just kept running. But the heavy footsteps faded. The guardian couldn’t fit through the doorway. It was only meant to deter thieves and intruders at the entrance. But with no other way out, you were stuck until it was distracted. Perhaps it would drift into dormancy. However, if it stopped at the door, you would still be trapped. Your only chance would be when the elf returned. If they ever returned. Nonhumans were being killed left and right in certain cities. Elven mages usually had to travel in order to sell their wares.

You needed to find a place to hide. You passed by a workroom and a library before you reached the end of the hall. Opening the last door revealed a bedroom. There was a wardrobe and space beneath the bed. You could even stand behind the door and slip out when the elf wasn’t looking.

You chose the cabinet. You pushed aside various robes and pressed your back against the wood frame. It felt like hours passed. The stone guard never moved. It waited by the doorway, ruining your chances of escape. You were beginning to grow nervous. What if the elf never returned? Would you really be stuck in the ruin until you either risked your life or died trying to leave?

Finally, something changed. You froze, listening as the guardian shifted. When it stopped, you heard a new sound. It was lighter, quieter. You didn’t have time to place it before someone spoke.

“Master,” It was the stone guard, “Welcome. I should warn you that there is an intruder in your home. They fled to the hall before I could deal with them.”

“Ah,” Another voice replied. It didn’t carry the same deep vibration. If anything, it sounded human. But you knew better than to think that, “And who is this intruder?”

“A human woman. Considering she took some items from your desk, I would gather that she is a thief.”

You cursed under your breath. You had hoped that the guardian would stay dormant long enough for you to sneak out before the elf had any clue you were even there. You would have to find a better opportunity.

“A human woman?” There was a snicker, “How strange. I wonder where she’s hiding. Stay by the stairs. I’ll go look for her.”

The footsteps trailed into the hallway, then diverted. He was checking the workroom. A few more steps, then a pause. He was in the library. You pulled out the bottle you had stolen. It wasn’t much, but if it managed to throw him off, you might be able to run past him. Evading the stone guard would be another feat entirely, but at least you would have something to work with.

He was in the room now. You could hear him slowly step through the doorway. You tensed, but tried to keep still. The wardrobe could easily creak and give away your position. Still, there were finite places you could be hiding. You regretted not choosing to stand behind the door.

“You can come out now,” The elf spoke, “It’s best that you do so now, though I don’t mind searching for you.”

Your grip tightened on the glass. There was an amused lilt to his voice. He clearly wasn’t intimidated by you being in his home. And why would he, when he was a mage? You had no power in comparison. You held your breath, waiting for him to open the cabinet.

“…No? Do you really want to continue this game? Well, I hoped you picked a good hiding place.”

You put a hand over your mouth to keep your slow, deep breaths from being heard. He was moving closer to the wardrobe. Just as the doors opened, you threw the bottle. It shattered, red smoke billowing from the glass. It quickly filled the wardrobe you were standing in before you had the chance to hold your breath. You coughed, eyes watering as you stumbled, getting tangled in the robes. The smoke turned blue, then faded. You finally freed yourself from the furs and fabrics, stepping out of the cabinet.

However, you were met with the sight of the elf standing in front of you. He wore ornate robes similar to the ones you had been tangled in. He brushed off some broken glass from his chest. The front of his clothes had a dark spot. The potion you had thrown had hit him in the chest, soaking the material. He crossed his arms, obviously annoyed with you using one of his own creations against him. His hair was longer than you had seen on most men, parts of it braided. He was taller than you were, and beneath his robes he looked to be quite lean. He was just like you imagined an elf to be. He even had pointed ears.

But your vision shifted. Dizziness overcame you. You staggered, then fell to your hands and knees. The potion’s fumes had taken hold. You tried to clear your head of the fog, but it was only worsening with each second.

“So, you really did come here to steal,” The elf walked past you, removing his cloak and hanging it on a hook fastened to the side of the wardrobe, “To tell the truth, I’m not surprised, though you are the first to come here. Most don’t venture out into the wilderness unless they need something.”

What had you thrown? Your heart was racing, its rhythm thick in your ears. You straightened a bit, trying to get up, but your legs refused to cooperate. Your breathing was ragged as you removed the phylactery from your bag and set it down on the ground, “I-I…” You shifted, growing feverish, “I didn’t know that anyone still lived here. It looked abandoned. I wouldn’t have taken anything if it seemed like someone was still living here.”

“From what I’ve heard in the nearest village, that isn’t entirely true,” He replied, standing in front of you once more. He was right. You stole from practically anyone if you believed you could get away with it. You had hoped that your lie would make him sympathetic.

You managed to get to your feet, albeit shakily. You felt strange, your knees quivering when you tried pressing your legs together. The elf was still between you and the door. If the potion didn’t wear off soon, you would stand no chance in escaping. You swallowed thickly, “Please, I’m sorry, I-“ Your words caught in your throat when he stepped closer to you. He definitely wasn’t afraid of you.

“Do you know what you threw at me, little thief?” His hand were clasped behind his back. He tilted his head to one side, amused.

You nodded. You didn’t need him to tell you. It was an aphrodisiac. One that worked on humans but not elves, it seemed, judging by his lacking of any sign of arousal.

“Since you’ve apologized and returned everything that you stole, I’m willing to offer you a choice. The first option is that you leave now and never come back. Of course, this is rather dangerous, given your current condition. Anyone that finds you is likely to use it to their advantage, man or beast. Now, as for your second choice,” He stepped closer to you, inches away from your body. You stepped away, only for your back to hit the wardrobe’s doors. You could see that he wasn’t as unaffected as you had thought. His pupils were dilated and his gaze drifted away from your eyes, wandering across your mouth and chest. But his eyes flickered back to meet yours, a hand moving to your side, “I can help you with your little predicament until the potions wears off. Then you’ll be free to go.”

It was actually quite generous of him. Granted, solving your problem would also solve his. You wouldn’t be able to leave in your condition. If the villagers you stole from found you, then you would likely become a captive and forced to stay there for the rest of your life as their toy. You couldn’t stomach that option, so you chose the other.

You pulled him closer, kissing the elf fervently. He responded immediately, his grip tightening on your waist. Every touch felt like sparks dancing across your body, setting your soul on fire. He never rushed anything. A caress was slow and gentle. A kiss was passionate, but never forceful. Each time he withdrew, his mouth lingered ever so close to yours before drifting to your neck. He pulled at the ribbon binding your dress at an agonizing pace. It was if he was savoring every inch of your skin that was revealed to him, worshiping your body with his own. You wanted nothing more than to cut to the chase, but he was determined to prolong the act. When you tried to touch him in more intimate places, he grabbed your hand and guided it back to his chest. You could feel the smirk as he kissed you, knowing that you were growing impatient.

You removed his robes, cursing under your breath each time a layer of fabric fell to the floor with yet another still covering his body. He laughed, helping you with some of the clasps and ties until he was finally naked before you. Despite his lack of clothing, he never shied away. He stood with the sort of regality and poise you expected from a king, and yet he was but a mage. It nearly caused you to hesitate, but the elf’s lithe fingers threaded through your hair, tilting your head up so he could ensnare you in another kiss. Your reluctance faded, your body aching for him.

You nudged him toward the bed. He lied back without complaint, watching you hungrily as you climbed onto the bed. You straddled him, ghosting your hands over his chest. You could feel him between your legs, the slightest movement brushing him against your entrance. You shivered, both from the cold air against your warm skin and the feeling of being so close to satisfaction.

The elf sat up, his fingertips tracing up your back. Once he reached your shoulders, one hand moved to your breast, then down your stomach. When his palm settled against your hip, he quickly moved. You thought that he was trying to enter you despite lying beneath you to earn a cry of approval, only for your balance to shift. You ended up on your back, your hands on either side of your head and your legs around his waist.

He grinned, “Did you think that you were in charge, little thief? You’ll have it later, but you’re at my mercy now,” He leaned down to kiss you again, his warm touch wandering to your thigh, pulling your legs tighter around him. His hand moved between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance. You squirmed, panting heavily as he went deeper, filling you. You heard humans boasting that elves were miserable lovers in comparison to them, but the elf before you was the opposite. When he buried himself within you completely, your back arced off of the bed. He filled you so well. You had slept with men before, but they paled in comparison. You weren’t sure if it was because of the potion or simply his body and talent, but you knew that you wouldn’t last long beneath him.

His thrusts were slow but rough. He held you close as his hips rolled into yours, kissing your neck. You gripped his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself as you were brought closer and closer to the edge. The elf withdrew, taking a moment to observe you in the midst of pleasure. You wondered if the potion was wearing off on him and he was beginning to regret having sex with a human.

But he grabbed your thighs and gently pushed them back. You shut your eyes, turning your head to the side as he moved deeper. You couldn’t help but moan in approval, squirming beneath him.

“Are you pleased?” He asked. You nodded, but he wasn’t satisfied, “Speak up, cerbin.”

“Yes,” You gasped, looking up at him, “Please, I’m-“

“I’m aware,” His voice still held that amused tone. He was enjoying himself, both from giving and receiving pleasure.

You looked away, nails digging into his skin as you felt your body tense. You were so close. You felt light-headed, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the potion or his actions. Perhaps it was a combination of both. You cried out, legs quivering in his grasp. Your walls twitched around him, which only made you moan louder.

The elf hissed. He hadn’t expected your orgasm to drive him to the edge. He had wanted to pleasure you until you begged, to hear your voice desperate and wanting for him. The potion had clouded his mind and set a fire beneath his skin. He couldn’t hold himself back or separate himself from you. Your soft skin and sweet voice made him only bury himself as deeply as he could, making small thrusts as he panted, coming down from the heights of pleasure.

You stiffened when you felt heat, the warmth pooling inside of you. You felt a strange pressure in your womb, but it only made you want more. The potion was still in your system. Just one bout wasn’t enough. Just as the elf relaxed, you pushed him to one side. When he fell back against the bed, you straddled him, inhaling sharply as he entered you again. Your braced yourself against his chest, feeling the lean muscles beneath your fingertips. His hands moved up your arms, then down your body. His gaze followed his touch, almost mesmerized as he traced patterns. He sat up, an arm around your waist as he ensnared you in another kiss.

When you awoke, you knew that something was wrong. Something was nudging you, but it wasn’t a sensation you were familiar with. You sat up groggily, feeling like you had been drinking too much. But the elf’s bedroom made you remember the events of the night before. He wasn’t in the room, though you could hear the faint sound of clinking glass. He was probably working on something.

His whereabouts, however, were the least of your concerns. The persistent movement that had woken you up was still going. You reached down out of instinct, rubbing your hand over your stomach to stop the prodding. But your sleepiness immediately vanished when you realized that your body didn’t feel quite right. Your stomach had swollen outward, firm beneath your hand. You looked down, eyes widening in horror. You were pregnant, though you couldn’t tell how far along you were. It was far too quick for any pregnancy you had seen. You were visibly showing within hours. You couldn’t recall the number of times he had poured his seed into you.

You looked to the door, thankful that it was shut. You didn’t know if the elf had seen your condition. It was probably a side effect of the potion. Either way, you had to leave. If one night of passion caused by a potion resulted in you being over halfway to birth, then you didn’t want to spend any more time in such a place. You had to find another town with new people to steal from.

But you knew one thing for certain; you never wanted to be anywhere near magic again.

((Hello! Keira Metz here! Sorry that I’ve been MIA for the past little bit, but I have something new for all of you lovelies. It’s a big departure from what I usually write and a longer adventure. If you’d like to know what happens next, feel free to request part 2 in the chat box. Otherwise, I’m going to move on to my next monster subject to keep my monster lovers pleased~))


EX_MACHINA | “One day the AIs are going to look back on us the same way we look at fossil skeletons on the plains of Africa. An upright ape living in dust with crude language and tools, all set for extinction.”


Happy 2017 everyone! Lets hope this year goes better than the last one…

I’m making a commitment to be more true to myself this year. I have spent so much time putting others’ needs above my own, and the anxiety and depression is literally going to kill me one day. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do everything I want, but I’m definitely going to put more into my appearance! Anyway, on to the pictures :)

This is one of my favorite sets! I love the way this dress looks on me, even if it is a little short. And my poses here worked really well. 

I’d love to know what you think!

What boys say: You shouldn’t be with him, he doesn’t deserve you. I could treat you way better so you should be with me.

What girls hear: I’m a condescending asshole who feels so entitled to you that I’m completely disregarding your decision-making faculties in an assumption that I can make better decisions for a human being than they can. 

Women aren’t lost, misguided little souls looking for the right guy to set us in the right direction. We are competent humans in control of our own destiny, fully capable of making our own decisions about which people to let into our lives. 

don’t fucking say that ezra is innocent he kissed nicole when he KNEW he has a fucking fiance don’t make excuses for him like “oh he was in the moment” or some shit like that he kissed her on LIVE TELEVISION and LIED to aria saying he’ll be back, how would you feel if you set up a cute lil dinner and go out of your way to look great but his not back yet and you’re getting worried then you decided to turn on the tv and see your fiance kissing his motherfucking ex girlfriend don’t make any excuses for that assface because cheating is cheating and aria sure as fuck deserve better then a pathethic low life asshole like him

Here’s a little five second transformation for all of you because I think it’s important to remember to love your body for how it looks and to not compare yourself with others. On the left i’m standing nice and tall and flexing my stomach, and on the right is me relaxed all squishy with cute little rolls. I have always carried a lot of skin on my stomach doesn’t matter what size I am and when I sit I it creates little rolls. I use to be really insecure about them and would hate even being looked at when I sat and I would check every time I sat down to see if they have gotten any smaller. I would look around at other girls who sat down and didn’t have rolls and really wish I had their bodies because I thought people would like me better or it would make me feel better about myself. BUT I have come such a far way from that mind set and honestly I am so happy with my body and I hope you are two! Remember that all bodies are different and you were blessed with this one, so treat it right and give it all the love you got because you only have one❤️

anonymous asked:

anyway, can we have one happy discussion? matt and harry's chemistry bcs that face-grabbing kiss OMFG!!! i'm suing freeform if alec and magnus aren't making out soon bcs how the fuck are they gonna waste that kinda explosive chemistry like? they have always been so sweet and soft before but alec being aggressive..i just. i hate myself but god, that chemistry

Originally posted by usedpimpa

I feel you nonnie. I feel you one hundred percent. Harry and Matthew just set the screens on fire. Their chemistry is honestly electric. I just love how well they balance and play off each other, you can see it so clearly in their scenes. Rightly as you said in the softness in Harry’s eyes, in the way Matt grabbed his face. I’m so here for it. Because they make Magnus and Alec look so so good. And I’m fricking glad it’s them to playing those characters, cause I couldn’t imagine anyone better. I’ll drink to that! (my glass of water, because it’s too late for bacardi)

Phil's Girl

| Request: “Request that the reader is friends with Phil so she is often at his and Dans apartment but never really talks to Dan. Then she walks past his room and he’s playing piano and pops her head in to lists better and she slowly starts falling for him.

Can you make it really fluffy and have Dan kind of oblivious to his feelings although he has always felt the same way” |

| Warnings: None. |


The doorbell rang, and the girl stepped in without waiting for a reply, knowing she was welcome.

“[Y/N]!” Phil yelled, running and pulling his friend into a bear hug.

She giggled. “Hi Philly.” Holding onto him carefully as he held her up.

He put her down, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the lounge. “Look, I’ve got it all set up, Rock Band, snacks and drinks, plenty of blankets because you’re always cold over here.” Phil was beaming, he was so excited.

[Y/N] sat on one of the blankets Phil placed on the floor, grabbing a guitar controller. “Bring it on, Lester.”

After hours of playing, Phil announced that he would leave for a bit to find them something to cook for dinner, leaving
[Y/N] alone with Dan.

She never had problem with Dan, but she assumed he didn’t like her because every time she came over, he slumped off to his room, closing the door, and not coming out until she left.

Not long after Phil left, she heard music.

Curious as to where it was from, she crept around the maze of an apartment, until she neared the bedrooms, where the sound was coming from.

Gently pushing open Dan’s door, she noticed him sat at a piano, practising the song ‘Butterflies and Hurricanes’ by Muse.

His face was so concentrated that he didn’t notice her standing there, he was focused on the music. And as [Y/N] stood watching, she slowly started to fall for Dan.

The way he looked as he focused, and how he bit his lip in concentration. The way his long fingers danced across the keys. The beautiful sound he was making on the old, out of tune piano.

She was falling in love.

After he finished the song, Dan noticed her and jumped. His cheeks were bright pink and he looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry you heard that, it sounded like shit.”

“I thought it was wonderful.”

The look on her face was gentle and comfortable, as if she knew Dan her whole life.

They stood in silence, but for some reason, it wasn’t awkward.

They just looked at each other.

The pink colour lingered on Dan’s cheeks. “Well, um, shouldn’t you get back to Phil? He’s probably wondering where you are.”

“He went out, it’s just us.”

Once again, silence.

“Hey I’m sorry I always ignored you, I just thought you and Phil wanted private time and stuff so I mean I just figured I’d-” [Y/N] cut him off.

“Private time?” She tilted her head.

“Aren’t you Phil’s girl?” Dan questioned.

She just started laughing. “No Dan, I love Phil, but not like that, we’ve been friends since I was 9.”

Dan felt stupid now.

“Well I just assumed because you would share a bed with him or cuddle against him during a movie or you’d wear his shirts or jackets so I just, you know.”

Again, she laughed. “Dan, if you ever would’ve got close enough to me I would’ve cuddled you too, or borrowed your clothes, or slept in your bed, it’s just how I am.”

Dan sat on his bed, he felt about 15 different emotions at once, and he wasn’t sure how to react.

He felt stupid, embarrassed, confused, relieved, and almost every other emotion.

“I just realised this, but, [Y/N], I think, I was ignoring you because, because I-” Dan trailed off, scared to finish his sentence.

“Because you like me?” [Y/N] questioned.


Awesome resource for artists who need help finding their ‘voice’ for the FFXV boys

I recently saw this post going around by @promptae about the FFXV fandom reducing the main 4 boys to very basic and degrading stereotypes. It kind of upset me, because A) I worried that I was doing this to them, too and B) I think they bring up a good point and I would hope other fan artists would work hard to avoid portraying the boys in this way. 

So, I’m working on a fic right now and I needed some inspiration for some of Gladio’s lines, and what’s better for inspiration than canon dialogue? I didn’t, however, want to run around in my own game waiting for banter or scroll endlessly through tumblr looking for gif sets or videos, so I headed over to youtube. 

What I ended up finding was a huge playlist of over 200 banters compiled by YouTube user Savannah Grace NC. This was a HUGE help to me, being able to just sit and listen to banter after banter of the boys in various situations, happy, sad, angry, excited, etc, and I just thought I’d share for anyone else struggling to balance four very distinct personalities and ways of speaking. 

We choose to portray characters out of character for many reasons–for AUs, because we’re looking for a certain reaction out of a character, because we introduced a new character or OC into the mix, because we’re writing a crack fic–and I’m not saying it’s the end of the world if you choose to do this. But, personally I think trying to write/draw/RP a character as in character as possible is a lot of fun, and can be very rewarding for both the artists and other fans reading/observing the art. 

Happy writing/drawing/RPing/head-canon-constructing!!!

To put a dark kind of optimism on things, i have to say that I find this election kind of… validating in a way.

When I tell people how hard it is to succeed in the world when you are female or disabled, LGBTQ or any combination, I am often met with this kind of soft derisive condescension.

Surely it can’t be THAT bad. Other people have it worse. Starving children in Africa, etc.

I mean, why don’t I just quit my job for a better one? (because society hates me)

Why not just dress the way I really want? (because society hates me)

Why do I say I’m so tired all the time? I don’t look disabled (because society hates me)

Look at the millions of people voting for that angry fucking Cheeto and know. Know that you’re not wrong when you feel like the world is set against you. That it’s all uphill. Because it is. And nobody in their well-meaning pat-pats can take taht form you when you have such visible proof of apathy and hatred.

if you need to wallow, go wallow. You have every right. Be pissed. Fight. You’re not wrong. And if they tell you that your lack of success is some kind of bootstraps bullshit, show them the election results.


Feelin’ peachy! 🍑🍑🍑 I created this look using all the products I have from the Too Faced Sweet Peach collection to celebrate its worldwide release today!

Urban Decay All Nighter Foundation in 0.5
Too Faced Born This Way Concealer in Very Fair
Kat Von D Lock-It setting powder
Too Faced Sweet Peach Glow kit

Too Faced Sweet Peach palette: Shades Luscious on the lid, White Peach on the inner corner, and Cobbler and Delectable on the outer corner
Too Faced Better Than Sex Mascara
Kat Von D Lock-It Tattoo liner
Benefit’s Goof Proof eyebrow pencil and Gimme Brow gel

Too Faced Sweet Peach oil lipgloss in Papa Don’t Peach 💗


Hey guys, look! Fancy animation duds! If you can even call it animation lol. Playing around with my new CS6, and figured to play around with it a bit for some effects. Been awhile since I made anything. Anyway, this is a contribution to my new tumblr theme, just in time for Valentine’s Day :3. And what better way than with Cupid!au :D. I really had fun in making this LIES, since trying to figure out the sizing to the gif wasn’t lol. Either way, hope you guys will check out my blog set up, thank you for being continuously supportive! I truly apologize for my constant hiatus. Also, Merida’s cupid design is credit to @arcanabreak ;)!

Set Up

Sirius Black x Reader

Request: will you do one where the reader is best friends with the marauders and one day she starts talking about this guy she thinks is cute and how she plans on getting to know him better and all of the boys know Sirius has a secret crush on her so they’re all like “nonononono we have to do something quick” and they set the reader up with sirius? xoxo

Originally posted by petraalexandra

Y/N sits on the couch with a rather vacant look on her face, grinning at nothing in particular. As the boys begin to notice her, the conversation about the right way to polish a golden snitch – led by James, of course – dwindles out and they turn to look at her with varying degrees of concern.

“You okay, Y/N?” Remus inquires, to which she lets out a giggle, startling the boys. “I’m wonderful, Moony!” she says enthusiastically. “I just had the most riveting conversation with Thomas.” She sighs happily and lets her head fall back on the couch, leaving the boys to stare at her with bemused expressions.

“D-did you say you had a conversation with Thomas?” James asks, amusement coloring his tone. Remus and Peter snigger a little to themselves. Thomas is known around Hogwarts for a lot of things, but being a great conversationalist isn’t one of them. “Why is that funny?” Y/N responds, levelling the boys with a harsh glare that makes Peter recoil a little. “Love, he’s not very… you know…” James taps his head three times and looks at Y/N meaningfully as he does so, making sure to get his point across, and Y/N scoffs. “You just don’t know him, Prongs.”  

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