colouring this was horrific


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Byun Baekhyun and his ‘collection’ of hair colours 

tell me you love me just one (more) time

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aaron had wished for robert to die once, as he’d knelt outside the woolpack, trying to stem the blood flowing from the bullet hole in his chest. now he was doing it all over again, robert’s life in his hands as his husband bled out in the dirt at the side of the road.

an entirely inaccurate fic about robert being the one who gets stabbed next week.

Aaron doesn’t really remember how it happened.

One minute, they were riding high on their win over Ross, and the next they were face to face with drug dealers. They should have left, there and then, they should have gotten into the car and drove, as far away from Ross, and Finn, and the dealers, but they didn’t.

No, they didn’t.

It was some sort of twisted loyalty to the brothers, maybe, a sense of obligation to their neighbours. Or maybe it was just something innately good, in the two of them, that they’d stayed, tried to calm the situation.

It’s cliche, Aaron knows, but it was all a blur. One second, they were fighting, yelling, Aaron’s heart in his mouth as he held tightly to Robert’s elbow, torn between getting back into the car and running, and wanting to stop it before it got out of hand, and the next he was on his knees in a country lane, trying to stop his husband from bleeding out in the dirt.

He’d been here before.

Aaron would never forget the night Robert was shot. The terror of it all, the sickening fear he’d felt in his stomach as he’d knelt, pressing a cardigan to an open wound on Robert’s chest.

He’d hated him then. God, Aaron had hated him then. Every breath Robert took, every word that had fallen from Robert’s smarmy mouth, he’d hated it all, hated every inch of Robert fucking Sugden, the one person that had always found a way to worm his way back into Aaron’s life.

He’d almost wanted him to die, that night by the Woolpack.

Maybe - maybe it made Aaron a terrible person, to admit it, but at least he was honest. He’d hated Robert then, for hurting him, for making him feel as though he wasn’t worth it, that he wasn’t worth being someone first choice.

Aaron had carried that hatred, the pain, every day since the reveal.

Every second of every day, he hated Robert.

Robert dying that night, well - Aaron had thought it would be the end of his pain. It would have been a way out, a way of moving on, a way of falling out of love with Robert, something Aaron knew, even then, he’d never be able to do.

But if he’d died that night, Aaron would never have been able to love Robert the way he did now, wholeheartedly, absolutely, he’d never have gotten to be married to him, to build a life with Robert.

Aaron couldn’t imagine, losing Robert now.

And yet here he was, pressing a hoodie to an open wound on Robert’s stomach, desperately trying to stem the oozing blood flow.

It felt too familiar.

It felt like the end.

“Robert, t-talk to me,” Aaron said desperately, his voice shaking as he spoke. “Hey, Robert, talk to me.”

Robert’s face was screwed up in pain as Aaron pressed against the wound, his skin deathly pale. “Hurts,” he mumbled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Aaron, it hurts.”

“I know, I know,” Aaron desperately wanted to run a hand through Robert’s hair, to comfort him the way he knew how, his husband the more tactile one of the two of them, the one who needed forehead kisses and lingering hugs.

But he couldn’t move his hands.

If he moved his hands, Robert would die.

Aaron wanted to be sick, as he looked down at Robert’s stomach. Blood was soaking through Aaron’s hoodie, staining the grey material a horrific red colour. It was too thin, it wasn’t enough -

“Give me your jacket,” Aaron demanded, looking over his shoulder at Ross. “Now, Ross.”

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Because Dorea Potter would've been a fantastic grandmother pt. 1

So I always had that headcanon / au about what would’ve happened if Lily and James weren’t murdered by Voldemort:

• Harry and Ron being friends ever since they were born because the Weasleys and the Potters are great friends and Lily and Arthur regularly talk about Muggle things.
(James never gets it: “Lily, why on earth are you two talking about those yellow bathtub ducklings again?”)

• Dorea Potter a.k.a the most British lady you will ever meet and Minerva McGonagall being best friends even though : “Rea, both your son and your grandson are a pain in the ass and you can not tell me otherwise!” Which has Dorea Potter smiling because she couldn’t be more proud of her boys.

• Sirius and Dorea jocking about their family legacy and how they are the only two “real” Blacks left

• Harry having a little sister called Charly Petunia Potter (It was Lily’s idea to name her daughter after her sister because she misses her dearly everyday) who is a Ravenclaw and Harry is a very very protective brother.

• When Harry and Ron fly to Hogwarts in their second year Harry gets not one but two letters. One from his parents who are quite angry and very worried and one from Sirius who tells him how proud he is and that he found by have done it better. (“Harry your mother made me vow I would never tell you but screw that. I am so incredibly proud of you *James laughing in the background* and flying the car into the tree was amazing. Siriusly I would’ve given so much just to see that”)

• Dorea Potter Black completely loosing it over Umbridge (“Is that horrific rose coloured creature really supposed to educate my dear grandson? Well I don’t think so!”). Even going to Cornelius Fudge trying to get Umbridge out of Hogwarts. (“ Mr. Fudge do you even know who I am? I am Dorea Black married to Charlus Potter and you are refusing to take my advise??”)

• Charlus Potter having Alzheimer after having an amazing life as an inventor.

• Lily Potter running a little coffee shop next to Gringotts and James being an auror.

• Harry and his grandma drinking cocoa late at night during the Christmas break at Potter manor because they both can’t sleep and reading their favourite scenes to each other out loud

• Sirius giving Harry advise what to do about his feelings for Ginny by telling him about James and Lily which does not help at all but Ginny said yes anyway

• Hermione, Lily and Dorea when at Potter Manor are spending most of their time in the family’s library

•When Harry formally introduces Ginny to the Family (even though they all know her since the day she was born) Dorea, Remus and Sirius can’t help but start to laugh because they remind them so much of Lily and James.

•Dorea Potter using a walking stick not because she needs it but because she claims it’s useful (“Oh James don’t be foolish of course I do not need it but it is quite handy. It makes hitting certain persons that are in my eyes very unlikable so much more comfortable”)

Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…



Chapter 20 - The End

‘….I told her to Run…’

You don’t hesitate.

Giving your body over to the survival instincts that were screaming to take over, you instantly turn around and begin to sprint in the opposite direction to the monster that stood before you, having to bunch your dress into your arms to run so that you didn’t trip over it, and not even caring that you had no idea where you were going as you bolt away, not when the voices in your head were all screaming one word over and over again.


Its when you register the sound of maniacal laughter echoing behind you, and you hear his footfalls begin to thump against the ground, that your heart almost doubles the speed it was racing in your chest, and you will yourself to move faster, the adrenaline in your body complying, despite your legs screaming in protest.

Do you remember the first time you looked at me, Y/N? Do you remember the way you’d felt drawn to me?’ He calls as you run, the sound of his voice causing terror to reign down on you as you try to focus on weaving desperately through the trees, continuing to listen to him as you go.

‘…I made you feel that way. I made every princess feel that way…but you were the easiest to manipulate.’

‘Its always been my plan you see; to destroy each princess so that my father’s fairytale ending is ruined…and from the second I met you riding the horses in the fields, I could feel the interest you had in me; you so wanted to know why I was so closed off that I felt tempted to indulge you, to bring you into my world and make you see things my way. But before I could, Hoseok had become smitten with you…the stupid bastard barely let you out of his sight…but I guess that just made it more fun to make you my prey.’ He calls, the evil dripping from every word and you knew he was smirking without even looking back at him, the image in your minds eye causing a whimper to escape you as you feel your ankle twist, but you refuse to stop running.

‘Even when you saw me in the corridor that night, when I showed you my true form…I could see the fear as it burned in your eyes…it intrigued me, it made the monster within demand to hunt you.’

‘And then at the ball, you looked so beautiful in that dress that I couldn’t help but be tempted by you; for a minute, I even questioned whether my need genuinely was to do with wanting your blood, or whether I’d betrayed myself and it was actually because I’d grown a want of you…’ he says, the words sounding like a whisper in your ear, and you stumble as you turn your head quickly to the side, only seeing the denseness of the trees, before hearing his deep laugh behind you and once again beginning to sprint forward, praying to whatever power there was that you’d make it somewhere, anywhere out of the forest, before he got to you.

‘Your observational skills surprised me; that first time you asked me why my eyes go black? I was taken by surprise to be honest- that could have added to the reason why I chose to kill her that night, since I was so frustrated at how you could notice something that none of the other Princesses seemed to…

‘Do you remember the day she died, Y/N? Does it all make sense now?’

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So. “Casablanca Memories”. A Rei Hino Joint! Sure to win my heart. I mean, most of your work is done for you the second you say “A Rei Hino Joint”.

Only apparently not so much.

The rest under a cut, for those who would rather skip. It irritated me (SHE SAID MILDLY), and I’m not feeling especially charitable this evening. If you’d rather not hear any criticism of the manga, please skip past this post.

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blyedeeks  asked:

hey! So I was reading your (very helpful) ask here: /post/145663051203/dude-i-just-want-to-say-thank-you-for-the and at some point you say that to brighten the gif at some point you need masks; I'm not new to photoshop but i always had trouble using masks and idk what you meant there? how do you use masks to brighten gifs? (if you don't mind me asking)

hey there!

Masks can be a bit confusing at first, you just need a bit of practice to get the hang of it! Once you do, they’re going to become your favourite tool, I promise!

Tutorial on how to use masks under the cut!

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I drew a really tacky clown. Then I drew an experimental, sad clown next to them. And then it just devolved from there, I don’t really know what or how this happened. Tacky Clown seems fine with it, though.

Blac Chyna looks like a carefree unicorn princess

From Cosmopolitan UK

Breakups are traumatic for everyone, but when you’re Blac Chyna and your ex is a whole other level of awful, they reach new heights of sucking.

Usually the only fun part of a breakup is the hair transformation stage. You know, the part when you finally build up the courage to go for that long awaited chop/that completely new colour. So while a new hair colour alone wont fix the horrific week she’s had, we’re glad to see Chyna treating herself to some TLC.

The model and beauty mogul took to Instagram to show off her new ‘do and can we just say that we are obsessed with the whole princess unicorn vibe.

Mystical 🦄

A post shared by Blac Chyna (@blacchyna) on Jul 6, 2017 at 5:42pm PDT

Her multicoloured ombre locks go from pink, to purple, to blue, to turquoise and finally neon green.

🍭🍭🍭 🍭🍭🍭 @lashedcosmetics

A post shared by Blac Chyna (@blacchyna) on Jul 6, 2017 at 6:50pm PDT

Don’t tell me you’re not looking at your own hair now and cursing it for being such a boring shade of one colour.


A post shared by Blac Chyna (@blacchyna) on Jul 6, 2017 at 5:55pm PDT

And if hair envy isn’t bad enough, wait till you see her matching Chanel Boy bag which is the exact colour of unicorn sick (we imagine).

It’s lit

A post shared by Blac Chyna (@blacchyna) on Jul 6, 2017 at 6:21pm PDT

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Art collabs slots available

Hey guys! So I’ve decided to open up this art collab type thingy in order to improve my art skills for the future. If you want to do an art collab with me then just message me privately and we’ll get talking there. There’s gonna be a few rules to this sort of stuff however but I’m pretty sure we’ll be fine if you follow them :) 


  • At this current moment, I can only do the colours of the art collab because my sketches are too horrific to even begin with
  • No NSFW or anything I say is too uncomfortable for me to work with
  • Keep the deadlines realistic. If you gonna say that you’ll finish the lines/sketch in like 3 days, then I expect it to be done in 3 days or less
  • There’s only gonna be 3 slots for art collabs, nothing more and nothing less. Life is stressful enough (you’ll be able to see on my blog blurb thing)
  • Digital art only, although I’m pretty sure that’s obvious enough
  • If you have a trademark that you use, please send me a screenshot or something like that to me so the credit is shared evenly between both of us. If you don’t, just put your signature or something like that on the artwork