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thecookiemonster77 replied to your post “it just occurred to me how hilariously badly palpatine’s ‘kill your…”

Oh gosh I have the weirdest thoughts. I read this and all I can think of is their force mind convo going like: Anakin: “kid you’re going to blow our cover stop it I know you’re new to the spy thing but come on” Luke: “oh shut up I’m a great spy fITE ME” Anakin: “oh damn that’s a great idea good work kid! *mock attempt at decapitation*”

Oh my God this is perfect.

I miss you.

I miss sleeping next to you
I miss waking up next to you
I miss reminding you how beautiful you are
I miss showing you off to the world
I miss kissing you
I miss holding you
I miss showing you how much I love you
I miss having you cuddle closer to me at night
I miss you stealing my clothes
I miss you begging me to make you food
I miss kissing you on your forehead
I miss taking cute pictures
I miss fucking around with you
I miss taking you out to dinner
I miss spoiling you
I miss buying you flowers
I miss surprising you
I miss not having to keep my hands off of you
I miss teasing you
I miss your smile
And I miss your eyes
I miss your jokes
And I miss the constant making fun of each other
I miss hearing about your day
I miss hearing what makes you upset
I miss wiping your tears away
I miss getting lost with you
I miss the car rides with no destination
I miss not being able to make it through a single movie
I miss beating you at games
I miss you being cocky
I miss touching you
I miss making memories with you
I miss seeing you
I miss the inside jokes
And I miss talking to you 24/7
I miss taking care of you when you were sad, nervous, or not feeling yourself
I miss holding your hand
I miss you putting your legs across me in the car
I miss you grabbing my hand in the car so you could sleep
I miss sharing moments with you
I miss calling you mine
I miss us

I don’t miss having to watch what I say
I don’t miss not knowing what’s okay
I don’t miss not knowing how much I mean to you
I don’t miss being so unsure
I don’t miss not being able to text you
I don’t miss stopping myself from saying things
I don’t miss not sharing my day with you
I don’t miss not knowing where I stand

But I miss you, I miss you more than words can describe.

Being trans is fun. Fun with all the routine blood tests, needles in the ass, getting outed and misgendered, being outcasted, being denied jobs, having to buy expensive hormones behind unsupportive parent’s backs, insurance not covering said hormones, all the doctor’s appointments you have to go to and thinking of ways to lie about where you’re going, educating doctors and nurses that no, you’re not sick because of the hormones, having therapists not gender you correctly, SURGERY WAITING LISTS BEING SO DAMN LONG, and people claiming you’re faking it because you don’t have constant crippling bottom dysphoria. Fun times.

So, I’ve been babysitting most of the day, and one of the girls wanted to draw with my ‘proper artist pencils’. So I drew her a quick, scruffy face just to show her how you’re supposed to hold them and be gentle with them. And then I said she could draw the hair, if she wanted, but she went another step forward and drew a body as well and

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being mentally ill is so much fun!! i love liking someone then having a burning rage against them in 0.2 seconds. love it

So I play this game called Marvel Contest of Champions, right, and I have been playing for a while. In the game you have to have alliances with another 29 people. And because I’ve grown much much stronger, I was able to switch alliances and join a rather strong one a few weeks back.

But the funny part about all this is that my new alliance (which is very much male-heavy, mind you) all love Tony stark to some degree. Some are like just casual consumers while others grew up with the comics, but we all love him? Like the name of our alliance is based on aspects of Tony stark.

And like, it’s so interesting that 30 people with such different walks of life and such a range of ages (we have a few HS people and a lot of grown ass family men) all love the same character and like, have similar gaming interests.

Bein’ Yung

Stretching out my Story-Telling Skills for the Nuclear Throne Noir Comic. This sorta sets out the lore for myself so i know where i’m going with the story. There arent big spoilers here because this is in YC’s perspective and im concentrating on Fish and Eyes for the comic.

Nuclear Throne noir au by @doodledrawsthings


Yung Cuz thought he had a pretty swell family if he had to say so himself, even if his older cousin did always tease him about how he had a bad judge of character. But even then, Cuz knew his cousin Venuz was the nicest guy this side of the Wasteland.

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I’m so done with this fandom. I make a comment on ONE post saying it’s erasing Clexa’s relationship and I get blocked for it. I’m literally leaving this fandom you can’t say anything without getting hate or getting blocked for it.

the rough plan is to ditch this site for the most part in a few months & focus on finding a supportive peer group offline or at least in personal connections that exist beyond social media…and to create a portfolio for myself and get this shit..rollin. i’m really torn about the idea of leaving behind an audience of 18,000 people though that’s what’s so difficult about the “quit social media to be successful” thing because having platforms and constant feedback is really fun and useful. there are so many things that i’m like Over though…mostly like…selfies…and oversharing generally. and just putting all the details of my life online like i sat back the other day and realized how weird that is. but i AM an internet user and i just want to go to the more exciting corners of the internet…to me everything is happening online and the idea of not being plugged in in some way is stupid n self-sabotaging to an extent. also I have yet to find a platform that allows for easy sharing and discussion of art images but I’m considering bringing pre-rookie mag era moodboard pic collages back because a bitch loves to mine visual culture 

anonymous asked:

How did you learn Korean? You seem very good!

thanks anon ;;;

first I taught myself how to read/write the alphabet [part 1 | part 2].

then tbh i just really paid attention when watching shows to what they were saying! imo it’s the best way to really learn and apply everyday words/phrases. you can also do online courses like koreanclass101 or things like that.

but yeah. listen, listen, listen! and practise, practise, practise!

we’ve wasted our lives

so i wrote regina kind of comforting killian in underworld here. so now i’m writing killian comforting regina. 

kind of like a missing scene/deleted scene, or honestly lets be real, something we all wish happens in this show between the two of them instead of just constant snarking (as fun as that is). 

thanks a lot to @oparu for looking this over for me <3

Hook sat at the doorstep of Emma’s, of their house, a book borrowed from Belle perched on his lap. The telltale signs of someone walking was apparent but it neither were the slightly crouching ones of Henry, or quick paced and determined ones of Emma. They were hard, and commanding, and clinking – the latest characteristic making it quite clear which guest he was about to (slightly unwillingly) entertain.

“Did Emma already kick you out?” She smirked, pouting her perfectly painted red lips and raising a teasing eyebrow.

“Why, your majesty, I’m sure you would offer me your most humble accommodations so should that be the case. I wager that I’d make a better roommate then your wicked sister,” he answered, not taking his eyes off of his book. After finishing the page, and surprised at the fact that the woman waited patiently for him to do so, he looked up.

“What can I do for you?”

“I’m here to pick up Henry for the night,” she informed him, “I’m sure Emma told you.”

“Aye. The lad and Emma have gone to get ice-cream,” he said, a silence descending them both as Regina nodded. She could tell the wheels in the pirate’s head were turning as he was staring at the empty space just beside her but she didn’t know how to ask him about it without it seeming as if she cared.

(She didn’t care, of course not. Zilch.)

She was relieved when he surprisingly confessed himself, “I thought they’d want some time alone. Not sure Henry would appreciate me tagging along everywhere with the both of them; give them some mother-son bonding time.”

Regina pursued her lips and sighed in annoyance at herself for what she was about to say, “Henry does like you, you know? He talks about how cool you are – in my defense, what about would a pirate with a hook for a hand, a ship, an abundance of eyeliner and leather, and a penchant for danger, not make him seem cool to a thirteen year old?”

Killian laughed, surprised in seeing the corners of Regina’s lips curve slightly as well.  

“In my defense, when his mother is the strict and orderly mayor of the city, he would find a pirate more entertaining.”

“Well, you’ve got competition now. The Evil Queen has a penchant for dramatic flair and…danger.” She tried to pass it off as teasingly, but Killian caught the slight tremor in her tone. Being afraid of your own capacity of evil is not foreign to him.

“She’s not going to stick around much longer.”

“Really? Cause Snow is currently under a sleeping curse while Charming sits beside her in bed and they exchange notes like long distance lovers. Emma has a death penalty on her head, Zelena is finding her sisterly love with her, and Gold…who the fuck knows what Gold is up to!” She sassed, not quite meaning to put this much heat in her words but it’s Killian, he can handle it.

“Seems like you’re in need of a drink, love.” He procured the flask from his jacket and offered it to her, Regina just shaking her head in refusal.

Killian sighed, “Look, I know you think this is all your fault–”

“I think? It is.” She clenched her fingers in a fist to stress her words, “Only if I’d been stronger then and hadn’t made this absolutely stupid decision –“

“You were mourning, Regina!” The use of her actual name cuts her short, “We all make mistakes. If I’d lost Emma…I would have done much much worse.”

“You wouldn’t,” Regina muttered, making him snap his head to hers, “You’ve changed quite a bit from the revengeful pirate.”

“Well, you’ve changed quite a bit more from the revengeful evil queen.” He muttered back, slightly uncomfortable with the line this conversation was crossing. He can manage indifference and sassiness with Regina; actual heartfelt supportive emotions he couldn’t. The way her face was grimaced slightly meant she felt the same way as well.

“Apparently not. The situation currently withstanding.” She made a dramatic gesture with her arms. She sighed, long and slow, “I should just end this. Once and for all. Save everyone.”

Killian quirked an eyebrow up, “You don’t mean –“

“Yeah,” she nodded, “It’s the only way out of this. If I’m dead –“

“Regina –“

“— She dies too. Problem solved. Everyone would be safe and happy. I’m sure Emma will be able to fight off the dark hooded figure, having all the Charmings hope and fighting for the good blood inside her. If not, then Henry will still have the Nolans and I guess, you.”

“I didn’t think you would back down from a fight this easily, love.” It wasn’t the actual claim he made, but with the teasing glint that he said it with which set her off.

I’m not! At this point it’s just foolish to think anything else can work! I’m just not strong enough. It turns out the strength in me comes from the Evil Queen, not Regina.”

“You’re the same bloody person!” He rubbed his hand on his forehead, ignoring the way she was staring daggers at him.

Keeping his gaze steady with hers he started, “Listen, Regina. I hate to be the one to offer any optimism and comfort, and especially you of all people –“

“Oh god plea-“

“- stop interrupting me, please.” He raised his eyebrows in question, waiting for her nod of whether or not he could continue without being interrupted again.

He took her crossing her arms and tilting her head slightly to look at him as his answer.

“I was friends with Cora. We talked sometimes; I told her about Milah, she told me about you.” He searched her face for any discomfort but except of her clenched jaw found nothing.

So he continued, “I don’t remember my mother; she died when I was just a boy. But I do know that mothers are not supposed to be how Cora was to you.”

Regina’s hands dropped to her sides with a jerk, and she carefully masked her quite emotional reaction by clasping her hands together in front of her and nodding at him to continue.

“The way she talked about you…I don’t think she viewed you as anything but a passage – a way for her to gain everything that she never could, out of pity revenge or insatiable sate, whatever, I don’t know. The way she treated you as a young child, and then killing your first love – yes she told me all about that - and then shipping you off to get married to a King against your wishes…that’s not what a mother does.”

He clenched his jaw as he noticed the way Regina’s lower lip was wobbling lightly and she was blinking rapidly. This reaction was not something he would expect out of from the fiery woman, but wounds made during childhood and from the ones we love do hurt the most. He understands that all too well.

“All I’m trying to say is that – if you can survive Cora, can survive being separated from Henry, can survive Robin’s passing – surviving and winning from your own evil counterpart is nothing.”

Regina tilted her head and let out a shaky breath, pushing her stubborn tendrils behind her ear a couple of times, and Killian let her just be – understanding that she needed time to compose herself.

Finally, she let out a long and loud exhale and moved to sit beside him, startling him slightly as this was not what he was expecting.

“Can I still have the rum?” She asked, her voice just slightly shaking.

“Of course, love.” He grabbed his flask and handed it to her, watching in surprise (and slight pride) as she downed down whatever rum (almost half of the flask) was left and after wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, handed him the flask back.

He didn’t know if it was him or Regina who were more relieved when the Bug came to a park in front of the house and Emma and Henry get out, giggling at each other with ice-creams in their hands.

After handing Regina her ice-cream, Henry quickly ran inside, mumbling about grabbing his bag, and Emma gives them both a weird look as she’d never seen them sit so closely (and peacefully) before. Neither of them looked pissed off and Regina actually looked upset so she asked, “You okay?”

Regina nodded, offering a convincing smile.

“I got you a rum and raisins,” Emma informed Hook, smiling at him softly as she handed him his cone. She turned towards Regina, “I suggested maple walnut but Henry said you preferred pralines and cream.”

“I actually prefer no ice-cream at all, but seems like I finally understand what people mean by ‘eating your feelings out’” Regina quipped, taking a lick out of it, “But does it have to be this ill-civilized? Sticking your tongue out to lick it? What happened to standard bowls and spoons?”

“I agree,” Killian smirked, before darting his tongue out to taste this new flavor which Emma promises he’d like. Just having rum be in the name was enough for him to give it a try. He smiled at her in approval as the sweetness hit his tongue, Emma quirking an I told you so eyebrow at him.

“You’re a pirate, you were probably used to eating on leaf plates using your hands and well, hook. I was royalty.” Regina teased him, a hint of her usual self coming back again.

He took the bait all too easily and this time when he retorted back, he was delighted with Emma’s laugh echoing loudly, Henry’s own chuckle being heard from behind, and Regina turning the other way to hide her own sly smile.

(A good hour later when Henry and Regina were finally leaving, all of them lost in conversation at the front porch with ice-creams in their hands, and Henry had hugged Emma goodbye, and thrown Killian a smile and a wave, it was a nice surprise to him when Regina smiled at them both and teased them for having the house all to themselves.)

(If someone had ever told him he would one day actually like the Evil Queen and be friendly with her, he would’ve killed them and worn their ring on his finger.)


thesunisinmytoes  asked:

Do you think you could do headcannons for living with jack?

Living with Jack

-When you first moved in with Jack he would without a doubt help you unpack.

-Making coffee in the morning for you two.

-I feel like people think you two are married at first in how you acted.

-Waking up next to Jack with messy green hair.

-Playing videos games togethers.

-Going on little mini adventures together when you’re out of the house.

-Constant laughter and fun 24/7 there’s never a time when you’d a frown with Jack.


“But she looked way better before she put all that makeup on!!”
And you looked way better before you opened your mouth and let your irrelevant opinion fall out