but no one had

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Never drawn a srs comic in my liiiife. Guess I shouldn´t think too hard about this, everything about it. Who knew this was harder than shit posting.

Been feelin real bad bout my drawings for a bit, and I don´t think I really know how to pace something. Good to know, see you tomorrow class

File got corrupted twice and keept saving over the wrong versions *FFFF*

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Looking up from underneath
Fractured moonlight on the sea
Reflections still look the same to me
As before I went under

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Bellamy & Octavia Blake’s growth from childhood on the ark to now.

eren, mikasa, and armin would be the kind of people to go to the beach at two in the morning just to see the stars above the ocean before the sun rises

Kinda really concerned about Vanitas’s head tho. He literally was thrown into a brick wall and blacked out, and compared to a lot of injures of others we’ve seen in this series he’s holding his head a whole bunch, and also he already basically had a panic attack and still fucking DOVE INTO HELL and please…let him sleep but wake him up periodically in case of concussion.

anonymous asked:

Omg #3 I want to c how it goes!!

3. “Baseball cards? What are you? Five?”

Brazil. Beautiful Brazil. Harry and I had been in this amazing country for almost a full week, thoroughly enjoying our quiet time together. Promo was set to start in another month, so we had another week planned before heading back to England to visit his mum. Not having to plan out every moment of our lives has its advantages. We awoke sometime in the morning, made love as leisurely (or swiftly) as we wanted, and then take ourselves outside for the day. The weather was gorgeous, and we spent a lot of time outdoors: hiking, paragliding, touring the rainforest, bicycling, swimming in the ocean, and just soaking up the atmosphere.

Day four, a knock came while I was alone in the hotel room. Thinking Harry had lost his key, I rushed to open the door. My disappointment at the desk clerk with a package for Harry was supreme. Putting the package on the desk in the room, I stared at it, wondering what the hell Harry had needed delivered during our holiday. Part of me wanted to open it, but we weren’t at that place in our relationship yet. So I just sat on the bed, swinging my legs, waiting for Harry to return from a trip to the drugstore for some essentials. (Who knew that 2 dozen condoms wouldn’t last two weeks?)

Impatiently, I stared at the box. What could it be?

Hearing the key in the door startled me, and I felt guilty when Harry entered the room. My gaze must have telegraphed that guilty feeling because once Harry removed the key, he closed the door and caught my eyes with his.

“What did you do?” he asked in his accusing tone.

“Nothing!” I answered quickly, “I should be asking you the same question.”

HIs confused look cleared up when I pointed to the package on the desk. Like a child, his face lit up, “They came!” Rushing to the table, he used his room key to tear the tape off of the package.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I moved to stand next to him as he opened the small box. “Baseball cards? What are you? Five?” I squawked when I saw the contents.

Harry looked a bit dismayed at my words, protectively turning himself to block the box from me as he carefully took out the packages of baseball cards. Without a word to me (which is how I knew he was hurt by my comment), he stuffed several of the packages in his pockets.

“You’re not even going to tell me why you bought baseball cards and had them delivered to our room during holiday?” I demanded.

“Nope,” was his only response, “I’m going down to the beach. You’re not ready yet, so I’ll just meet you there.” With those words, he left the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

Damn. Obviously I had upset him. But seriously? He’s a grown man! Why was he having baseball cards sent to Brazil? Changing into my swimsuit, I grabbed a towel to head to the beach myself. Upon arriving there, I spotted Harry pretty quickly, surrounded as he usually is by fans. Resolving to not press him about the stupid baseball cards, I stalked over to our umbrella, laying my towel down. It was at this point that I noticed that most of those encircling him were boys. Young boys. They were talking excitedly to him, holding up some object in their hands, pointing and gesticulating. That’s when the awareness hit me, and a tingle ran from the top of my skull all the way to my toes.

Baseball cards. Harry and the boys were looking at the baseball cards he’d bought, and he was laughing with them, carefree. My boyfriend was making friends with the locals, and I had ridiculed him. I was going to pay for this. Burying my face in my hands, I resolved in that moment to apologize to Harry in the most carnal way possible.

One Line Prompts

also another tip for character creation is if you’re stuck on how to build the personality of your character, try giving them a trait of yours or a member of your family’s. it’s like a little easter egg, and it also makes it easier for you to write that part of them. it definitely helps if all you have about them is a vague idea of what kind of person they are. 

His Soldier - Part 5

So part 4 went out the other day, and Iโ€™m glad people enjoyed it. I really didnโ€™t expect many people to actually like this series, but it turned out well. Just want to say thank you for all the support Iโ€™ve received.ย 

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Anyway, here is Part 5~.

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