but its a wall

Riddle me this? What is after every question and before every answer? Art by @epicwee


It’s gorgeous, look at all these little details matching the riddle perfectly. The answer is all over the place. I love it.

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all of my mysme single character artworks
I just wanted to see them all in the same post lol

I’m already in love with this game. It hits real hard as a young adult. Mae is a fantastic protagonist.

Meanwhile in the Chamber of Secrets...

Riddle: How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort’s powers were destroyed?


Riddle: Voldemort is my past, present and future.

Riddle pulls Harry’s want from his pocket and traces it through the air, writing three shimmering words…


Riddle: What?! How dare you laugh at the Dark Lord!

Harry: Now I’m imagining you…Jailhouse Rock…Merlin’s beard!

Harry, giggling slightly under his breath: Elvis…

Holy shit, okay, I’ve been wanting to do this forever because Voldy’s middle name in the French translation is Elvis and I’ve just always found it funny. So this happened in like ten minutes because I have no self control.

a bpd suggestion

don’t ever attach something you love (i.e.- a tv show, a character, a stuffed animal, a place) to someone you might lose because you’ll end up losing that thing too

anonymous asked:

are you doing requests? Can you draw mirror!Spock and regular Jim? With, like, Jim pinned against a wall?

I WANTED TO DRAW THIS FOR A VERY LONG TIME BECAUSE I LOVE MIRROR SPOCK AND PINNING AGAINST A WALL HOW DID YOU KNOW

“Morning, Cas.” Dean stifled a yawn as he entered the kitchen, nodding at his friend who was enjoying his coffee while flipping through the pages of some book.

“Good morning, Dean,” Castiel replied pleasantly, blue eyes briefly blinking up to acknowledge Dean.

Dean affectionately ruffled the angel’s hair before making a beeline for the fridge, his growling stomach voting ’food’ rather than ’coffee’, at least for now. He scrunched his nose when all he found were some take out leftovers that were about as old and hairy as that witch that they hunted a couple of weeks ago. Coffee it was then. And a grocery run later today, Dean made a mental note.

Sitting down across from Cas at the kitchen table, Dean’s eyes fell on the book that Cas seemed to be engrossed in.

“What are you reading?” he asked as he took a sip of coffee, curious as to what could possibly be this interesting at eight in the morning.

Cas peeked up at him again through his lashes, and Dean could swear that he saw the hint of a blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Claire gave it to me, I have more of them,” he answered evasively.

Dean raised an eyebrow at him, gently reaching out to tilt the book so that he could see the cover, immediately groaning when he realized what it was.

“Seriously, Cas? Supernatural? You’re not honestly reading that bullshit, are you?”

The angel was looking a tad bashful, but that didn’t stop him from nonchalantly turning another page.

“It’s just… It’s nice to get a look inside your head, like this.” Cas explained quietly.

And okay, that made no sense to Dean.

“For real? Cas, we share a room, your tongue has been in my mouth! If there’s anything you want to know you can just ask me instead of turning to that garbage,” Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes, half amused, half annoyed. “Hell, you could literally read my mind if you chose to.”

“But I promised not to,” Castiel reminded him, at last putting down the book and giving Dean his full attention. “And most of these were from before we met… I was simply curious what you were up to, how you were feeling back then. For one thing, I found out that you easily believed in the existence of every supernatural creature possible, every single one except angels.”

Cas looked mildly affronted by that, but Dean snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. Silly angel, to be bothered by this after all these years. He reached over the table to lace his fingers through Cas’.

“For what it’s worth, I believe now,” Dean muttered, smiling at Cas.

Ever so slowly, Cas’ smile started mirroring Dean’s, and he eventually nodded in agreement.

“So… Will you stop reading those now?” Dean checked after a short silence, squeezing Cas’ hand.

Picking up the book again with his free hand, Cas grinned almost mischievously.

“Not a chance.”