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guess who finally got around to making a speedpaint!

It was actually really interesting to see hours of my work process condensed into such a short time frame! Pretty cool.

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  • what she says: I'm fine.
  • what she means: In Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Roger puts his hand down on a dusty chair. When he takes his hand away there are finger prints in the dust. Someone took the time to make sure the prints matched exactly to his cartoon hands. The editing is flawless. So much love and attention went into this movie, so many details that would only be seen through careful re-watching. Also you get to see Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny in the same scene which is pretty cool.

i drew this nearly a year ago but really rushed the colouring and hated it, so… have a better, proper version!!!

this was for the les jours d’été exchange, and the prompt was something like “courfeyrac teaching marius how to flirt”. obviously this requires him to assume the role of the fabled ursule. for education, naturally.

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Initial Thoughts: Doug Out

I’m rather glad that what I’d predicted for Doug Out came to be. You can tell very early on in the episode that Mr. Maheswaran isn’t used to “exciting” things happening in his job.

At least twice he was caught off guard as strange things happened around him. And it’s a perfectly understandable reaction. Even Steven had to adjust to the things going on around him.

But what he says at the end, about wanting to be taken seriously and wanting to be more than just the goof in Connie’s life really puts his actions into context.

The foreshadowing with the clown nose was especially telling.

But little things before that, such as when he asked Steven and Connie if they wanted to join the stakeout. In hindsight, all of it appeared very planned.

Even his driving up to the two now seems like a deliberate attempt instead of a chance encounter. I mean, he probably wasn’t expecting a job in Beach City, but once he knew he’d be assigned there, he probably started formulating a way to spend time with his daughter.

But I really enjoyed the way his talking about his feelings wasn’t contrived. It felt very organic that he was vocally disappointed that something “cooler” didn’t come up (at the very least a teen using some strong language). And this prompted Connie to ask him what was really wrong.

And I liked how Doug didn’t make a big show out of feeling like he wasn’t cool enough for his daughter. He wasn’t blaming her for whatever feelings he thought she might have for Dr. Maheswaran. He wasn’t asking her to choose him.

I feel the episodes with Connie’s parents always stand in stark contrast to the episodes that focus on the relationships between Steven and the Gems or Steven and Greg, or Greg and the Gems, where often, Steven must act as mediator (Mr. Greg and Keystone Motel come to mind).

It’s a far cry from Fusion Cuisine, when it appeared as though Steven’s family was more together and open than the Maheswarans.

Of course, Greg and the gems are doing a lot of things right. I think it does serve to highlight though how differently these two groups handle the youth.

He was just expressing his feelings. By the way he pushed the marbles around with his feet and looked down, it’s likely something that made him feel uncomfortable.

I liked how he framed the situation as his not having an exciting career, and how he wanted to give Connie the experience of having a cool dad. He didn’t frame it in a way that pushed responsibility on Connie, and he gave her the space to respond in a huge number of ways.

And I really liked how from the beginning, Connie’s response wasn’t contrived either. Even before he finishes speaking, Connie already has an answer. She didn’t have to think up a way of explaining away what her father felt was his inadequacy. She wasn’t going to deny that he wasn’t the same as her mother.

Connie embraces her father for whom he is. And I think in light of his becoming more supportive of the life she’s leading, it’s a lovely way to develop their characters. 

Warning; idiots in love

Originally posted by jaerins

Everyone had one.

That one person you couldn’t quite put a finger on; not really a friend but not quite anything more or less. There was always that one person in your life that just questions your decisions; just their existence affect you to the core. You, like everyone else had that person. He wasn’t your boyfriend, but you had thought of it sometimes.

He was your friend— well maybe not quite.

You wouldn’t quite call him your friend, maybe an acquaintance would fit the description better?

He was your idea of a perfect man. He was funny—damnit was he funny, and he always had a smile on his face no matter how much the person in front of him pisses him off. He was always in control of any situation given to him. He used to play basketball and when you were younger, you would always pretend as if you were passing by when in reality you knew he would be playing. If he knew, he never pointed it out. He would simply waved and asked you if you wanted to join his friends to eat, because his friends were yours. The two of you were acquaintance.

You first met him in one of your minor classes but you had known him even before that. He was that guy in your university.

The ‘it’ guy.

Christian never understood it, or he never actually tried to.

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anonymous asked:

hey hun!!! since you did a leo one, can i ask for a friends to lovers scenario with hyuk??? thank you so much 😭💕

of course,,,my boy deserves more love~!!
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  • you and hyuk work basically the same delivery job at two fast food places right near each other so u meet because ur both chaining up ur bikes in the morning
  • and hyuk’s like “cool frame!” and ur like “thanks, i like urs too- wait what is that?” and hyuk proudly touches the sticker beside his handlebar and is like “that? that’s my uchiha clan sticker!” and ur like this kids a nerd
  • but it’s cool because he’s a funny, tall nerd 
  • and sometimes when u guys finish deliveries at the same time ull take lunch together at the local park
  • and hyuk’s long legs look so funny any time he sits on the swings because they like bend up
  • and he’s always like “one of the dudes i split rent with is such a mom,,,he keeps making me sandwiches and snacks to bring to work,,,,he’s so nosy,,,,,,”
  • and ur like ok but look at u. ur eating that sandwich he made right
  • and hyuk with straight up crumbs on his mouth holding the sandwich half eaten is like “god damn that hakyeon,,,,,he makes really good pb&j ok”
  • but it’s super nice to hang out with him because hyuk never seems to have a serious care in the world and sure u guys rag on ur bosses but he’s never,,,,,complaining too much
  • like a lot of ur friends all they have to say is negative things about work or school but hyuk seems to brush it off and is thankful for his job and,,,,,idk just a positive kid
  • but also completely savage he told u about he switched his friend ravi’s toothpaste with hummus once and u were like NO and he was like YEAH and till this day he DOESNT know it was me
  • but hyuk gives u lots of laughs,,,,and is always cutely ruffling the top of ur hair and trying to get u to admit that he’s faster on his bike than u are
  • and one afternoon as u get off work u notice that hyuk’s bike looks a little bent up,,,,,like there’s a dent in the frame and ur pretty sure the chains not on right
  • and when hyuk walks out of his job u see the makeshift bandages wrapped around his arm and the bruising black eye and ur like ????? WHAT HAPPENED
  • and hyuk tries to laugh, only to wince in pain when he does and is like “i had a little accident,,,,,it’s nothing though!!! owner got mad at me because i spilt the food so that’s coming out of my paycheck.”
  • and u can hear that he’s trying to come off??? sarcastic
  • but u can hear the slight sadness too and ur like “is ur arm ok??” and hyuk is like “i think it’s broken. probably gonna go home and s-”
  • and ur like hell no you’re not you’re going to the hospital
  • and hyuk is like hospital??? but i can just make a cast at home with some wood-
  • and u roll ur eyes because once again hyuk is taking it “easy” but ur pretty sure not even his happiness can fix a broken bone so ur like “hospital. c’mon ill even bike u there if i have to.”
  • and hyuk snorts because please u wouldn’t be able to and ur like get on my bike and try me,,,,,but seeing as tho it really would be close to impossible hyuk is like FINE lets go do u have change for the bus
  • and ofc the ER tells hyuk he needs a cast and as ur leaving with him,,,it’s a lil late
  • and ur like “since u got it taken out of ur paycheck ill treat u to dinner. at the 7/11 what cup ramen do u want.”
  • and hyuk wiggles his eyebrows and is like “is this a date?~ are u gonna feed me because this cast is in the way~”
  • and for a moment ur reflex is to shoot some comment back but,,,,,u look at hyuk,,,,,,,and tbh,,,,,,even tho he’s kind of silly he really,,,,,is ur type
  • tall,,,,cute,,,,good sense of humor,,,,,like,,,,,
  • so u straighten up a bit and ur like “yeah. it’s a date. ill even feed you.”
  • and hyuk seems surprised,,,,the tips of his ears going pink and ur like “unless u dont want it to be then ill just get u ur ram-” but hyuk shakes his head and seems to want to put his hand out but the cast makes him wince and ur like ?? and he’s like “no,,,,i,,,i want it. too bad it’s our first date and i can’t even hold ur hand tho,,,,,”
  • and u look at him for a second before bursting out into laughter
  • and hyuks like ???? and ur like “dummy,,,only one of ur hands is broken here ill go over to ur other side and we can hold hands”
  • and hyuk’s like RIGHT,,,,,,,,
  • but it’s cute u guys are adorable and u do feed him ramen even tho the cashier at 7/11 keeps glaring at you because u and hyuk spent 15 min debating in front of him about which flavor of ramen is the best
  • true love honestly  
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Set right at the close of this scene in S02E12

Personal Disclaimer: If you want to follow me after reading this, know that I am a shipper, and proud to be here. The only time I jump ship, is for a quick skinny dip into the warm waters. I mostly write S/C - very smutty - fic, which can be found: 

http://archiveofourown.org/users/WanderingSummerBreeze


To Grieve for that Which Has Yet to be Lost


“Remind me not to get on your bad side, Sassenach.”

I sighed heavily, the weight of our world consuming me, “You be careful.”

He kissed me then, his lips, warm and cracked from the wind, lingered longer than he intended. I felt the pain and anger, the hurt and fear, all melt into Jamie’s palm as he held my face, his smile against my lips, warming my tired and achy body.  I felt my arms float up, to wrap around his neck, my feet, high on their toes, pulled him in close. Jamie made a soft sound, low in his throat. A mix of apprehensive, with so much going on, but a desire to seize the moment. This one glimmer of a second we had to ourselves. To feel like husband and wife. Man, and woman.

Thought gave way to desire, and desire succumbed to need, falling to its knees in submission. Jamie lifted me to the table in the centre of the room. My legs, too heavy and thick from my clothes to circle his thighs, simply dangled above the wooden floor, as he ushered us over. He rested me atop the table, our lips never parting. I struggled to remove his clothes, desperate for his skin on mine. With the weather, all the men around us, and this bloody war, the moments we had, were always stolen. Never given to us freely, but pulled out from under the noses of those in the night, like thieves. When the pressure got too intense to ignore, he would pull me aside, ducking into the forest, or roll over top me in our barely hidden tent. His time inside my body, my body yielding to his, were so rushed and exposed that our minds had little time to catch up to our actions, only acknowledging the passionate kiss, or hard thrust hitting my cervix and stifled cry of pleasure, when it had long since been over.

But now, I didn’t care if the whole damn British army knocked down our door. Whether they stood and watched, or ran us through. My only hope in that case, was that if their sword penetrated Jamie’s back, to pierce his heart, the sword was long enough to strike me through as well. I lived for him, and he for me, and I bloody well planned on taking that trip to heaven or hell, right alongside him.

Our lips divided as I struggled to unknot his neck kerchief. His fingers aided me, our joint efforts fruitful as we flung the small piece of fabric aside. I felt Jamie’s lips touch my neck, sucking and biting, the craving for flesh, instinctive, deep in the marrow of our bones. We shed him of his clothes, the sound of weapons hitting the ground as his kilt fell to the floor.

The moment naked skin exposed itself to the dampness of the room, lips were quick to burn away the chill. My butting body shook the table, the complaints against the wooden floor, drowned in our passionate cries and grunting possession.

I wanted to fall from the table. I wanted to kneel at his feet and worship his manhood, as it stood proud, raised high from his groin, but Jamie stopped me. He pushed me back against the table, my body lying flat, as he shimmied the last of my skirts out from under my bum. He quickly grabbed my arms, hauling me forward, and pulling my shift above my head.

We were free.

Jamie grabbed my behind, his knuckles scraping the wood. I could see his face wince in pain, before he took my lips in his, and pulled me up against him, his cock finding home. Gasps of pleasure parted our lips as we stilled. I cried, out of anger, out of fear and pleasure, and out of a love for the man that belonged nowhere but in my arms and in my body. I rocked forward, urging him deeper, but pulled my head back to watch the emotions play across his face. He felt everything I did. Felt it as deep in his soul as I did mine.

I placed each hand on his cheeks, his eyes opening slowly, fixing on me as he made love to my body.

Jamie wiped my tears, “Please, dinna cry. I canna bear it.”

“I’m not sad, Jamie. Just stay in my arms forever, and I will never be sad.”

He smiled, but his eyes betrayed him. They weakened, and I could see the guards rise up from their restful sleep, holding the tears at bay. “Ah, mo nighean donn, even if you’re no with me, I always feel yer arms around my body.”

He continued his slow movement, sheathing himself with my body.

“If, in my final moment, a man charges toward me, pistol aimed to my breast, he will no bear a red coat and pistol for long. For I will know that is the end, and my eyes will close, and it will be you comin for me, to take me in yer arms. And when they find my body on that soggy moor,” he kissed me softly, his pulse jolting through my lips, before pulling away, “they will find me with the greatest of smiles upon my face.”

I shook my head out of disbelief, then nodded. “I will be there.”

“Good,” he smiled, genuinely. “Now, can I move quicker inside ya, Sassenach, my balls ache somethin fierce.”

I laughed a laugh that carried throughout my whole body, clenching my insides, that saw the most exquisite of looks crease Jamie’s features, before he sped up his movements inside me.

Jamie grunted with each thrust, his eyes, tight in concentration, would flutter open for the briefest of moments, smile at me, then they’d shut again. I grasped at his back, surely adding more scars with my nails to his skin. Jamie bent forward, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, pulling the flesh of my breast in to join, as much as he could, before he set them free with a pop and moved on to the other. I cried out, holding his face to my body. All thought escaped my mind as he drank from my dried well, but my nipples ached in the most stimulating of ways. A way I thought I had all but forgotten, but the memory flooded my body and I could feel my breast fill with the very thought and hope.

Jamie’s hands rounded my buttocks, pulling me tight against him as he picked me up, carrying me to the wall, pushing my fiery flesh against the cool frame, the burning fireplace next to us, doing little to fill the room. I arched at the shock, wrapping my legs around his waist, but he paid no attention to my gasp.  He pushed fiercely into my centre, his testicles slapping my body, like a palm hitting still water. He pushed up inside me, each time, my body rising higher and higher against the wall, cutting into my skin. Jamie’s position reached the parts of me that only he had the skill of reaching each time, with our lovemaking.

I reached between our bodies, tickling and tugging the wiry bits of hair I could feel above his cock. I jutted a finger out, grazing his pink flesh each time he pulled free of my body. Jamie gasped, his head falling to my shoulder.

“Do tha again, Sassenach,” he sighed urgently.

I could feel his saliva against my shoulder as his pace quickened. I did it again. Scraped my nail along his penis. He groaned, and pushed back in. Then out. I scraped it once more. We sang the song a few times before finally, he pulled out, lingering in the open air, with only the tip keeping my lips open for him. My fingers wrapping around him completely. I held his head close to my shoulder with my free hand, and with a sudden squeeze, I let go of his penis, and he plunged back in me with finality, calling out words in Gaelic I had never heard him say before. He filled my body, his warm semen splashing my insides and coating me in all he had to give. I was right behind him, my orgasm coursing through me angrily as Jamie moved a hand to my breast, pinching a nipple.

Our labored breath was the only proof of life, as we curled into each other against the wall. The dank room emerged around us once more, letting its cool air spear our skin, leaving gooseflesh in its violent wake.  I felt him shiver, and pulled him in closer.

“We should get dressed.” I loathed saying the words. I wanted my vocal chords ripped from my body before they could escape my mouth, but some things cannot be put off.

Jamie pulled back, but stayed protected within my embrace. His forehead fell to mine.

“See, Sassenach. It doesna matter what tomorrow brings. I’ll always be here. In your arms. You’ll always be a part of me, and I, you.”

Jamie kissed my forehead, then pulled free, making for our scattered clothes tossed about the floor. I watched him pick up my garments first. It was always his way. It didn’t matter if chills racked his body, he’d make sure I was safe and warm first. I was always first in his mind.

“Always with me,” I whispered back, as my abandoned arms fell, my hand falling to my stomach,palm pressed hard to my belly, knowing, and weeping inside.

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@the gone girl anon: there's something about seeing a woman be a ruthless, calculating villain. there are rarely women villains who don't have some tragic backstory (usually an assault that has led them to do xyz) and there's always that moral conscience behind their actions and amy doesn't have that which is honestly refreshing. and even though she's a villain I think she's still appealing bc the reason she's framing nick (cool girl speech) resonates with a lot of women. Honestly Queen love her

yeah! to me, gone girl is all about flipping the script when it comes to crime drama. narrative-wise it fakes you into automatically thinking that amy was the victim here before revealing amy was behind it all. amy gets these stereotypical male genius killer traits. amy specifically targets men, as opposed to the convention of using female sexual violence. it’s all these things that make it a really fascinating & cathartic movie to watch, and makes amy a fantastic character