down ground

It’s this glance of sweetness I see in the look you gave me last time we met

It felt like 40 years though we knew us for 3 months

And when your song came up we screamed our youth out of our lungs

It’s those minutes I remembered what my first days of snow felt like

I crave you when you look down to the ground and your hair falls over your eyes

Think I’ll miss your warm voice, keeps spinning my head so I cannot think straight without you on my mind

It’s this look you give him everytime he says “I love you”

Am I the only one to notice the missing tremors in his voice telling me it’s fake

He’s gonna break your heart

And you’re gonna break my mind

I can totally understand people who want to go live in far away forests of nowhereland in order to be left at peace. They are heading for higher ground as down here we are just booged down with bills, taxes, annoying legal paperwork and endless problems.
—  Sereno Sky, the “Lonely Traveller” novels

I get lots of questions about “I wanna be a photographer but….”    

Why is there a “but”.  Be one.  Go out and practice, play with depth of field (dof), play with lighting, play with focus and play with subjects.  Lay down on the ground, get hight up, sit in a tree.  Practice and keep practicing.  Some things you will love and others you will despise and that’s ok.

The world around you is an interesting place, looking at it through the eye of the camera can make it a little bit more interesting.

anonymous asked:

Day 21 us papaya

(One of the two characters who have no heart lmao :’D But I’m glad for Papaya getting some more attention, poor skele hasn’t suffered enough this month yet :3c )

Day 21 - You can find the answer in your heart. Literally. Now start digging.

  “ You can find the answer in your soul”, that was definitely not the answer Papyrus expected to get. 


He woke up in a dark room, something that looked like a small, old cellar, looking around confused, getting held back by something as he tried to stand up.

Metal chains jangled through the motion, pulling him down on the ground, Papyrus falling back on his behind, grimacing slightly, rubbing coccyx.

“where the hell am i?…hh…stupid chains, how am i supposed to get out of here”, he pulled at the chains, trying to find a weak link, dropping the metal as a voice boomed out of a small speaker at the ceiling.

“You can find the answer in your soul”, the voice sounded like it was distorted by one of those cheap voice changer apps Papyrus had used himself a couple of times to mess with his bro.

“and…that’s supposed to mean?”, Papyrus was scared, the fear making him annoyed at himself and the whole situation, which in turn made him angry. 

“You have fingers, don’t you? Start digging!”, the voice answered, in the way you explain something very simple to somebody you had already explained this thing to about a thousand times.

“and…i should do that why exactly? i could just get out of here instead, that sounds like a way better thing to do”, Papyrus readied himself to teleport, the chains were pretty loose, he could easily just teleport out of them.

“Well, if you want your brother to die, then go ahead”, the voice sounded slightly amused, not really into the whole thing, rather just killing some time.

Papyrus froze instantly, what, no, his brother couldn’t be here. That was just a bluff! But…on the other hand, he was here. They both lived together. It would be so easy to just kidnap them both at the same time if you planned to kidnap one of them.

But Papyrus wanted proof. He was a skeleton who would always have his doubt without proof.

“PAPY?”, well alright, hearing his brother’s voice through the speaker was something he really didn’t want to hear. “PAPY ARE YOU THERE? DON-t…DON’T DO ANYTHING RASH, PLEASE I WILL BE FIN-…..”

Sans was cut off by silence. Nothing more followed, Papyrus left in the dark with his own thoughts for what felt like an eternity.

“You have 5 minutes or he dies”, the voice sounded impatient, startling Papyrus out of his shocked thoughts before drowning the room in silence again. 

“wait no! wait! come back you asshole! leave him alone, don’t you dare to touch him!”, Papyrus ragged in the empty cell, just getting more frustrated with every passing second of quiet.

“Four minutes.”

Papyrus froze in fear. No, he…he couldn’t…how was he even supposed to…

“Three minutes.”

Papyrus pulled up his hoodie, revealing his ribs, calming himself as far as he could, concentrating on summoning his soul. He was to shaken up to get it out the first time, or even the fifth, but then finally the inverted heart flickered into view, embedded in his sternum.

Papyrus placed the tips of his phalanges on the surface, pressing down slightly. Dig into his own souls? How was he supposed to…

The door opened. a person in a full body suit, including a mask covering their entire face, entered, dragging a heap of bones and fabric behind himself.

Sans was face down, tied up, gagged and angry. The anger faded as his gaze fell on his brother, being replaced by an ice-cold feeling running up and down his spine.

“Two minutes”, their voice was still distorted, a little plastic thing in front of where their mouth was the most likely cause for that.

The person placed Sans in front of them, pulling out a long, sharp and pointy knife, placing the tip right next to Sans eyesocket, slowly trailing around it.

Sans was frozen, eye lights out, trembling a bit, flinching everytime the knife almost entered his socket.

“Two minutes, dig or he dies.”

Papyrus hands started shaking, his phalanges still resting on his soul, still pressed onto it. He slowly increased the pressure, an uncomfortable feeling flooding his entire body.

“Come on, tick, tick, tick …”

Papyrus pressed harder, his teeth clenched and body rigid, the pressure getting almost unbearably uncomfortable.

Suddenly his finger dived below the surface, ripping through the outer shell of his soul into the gooey inner core.

Papyrus breath hitched, the pain paralyzing him at first before he screamed, eye sockets scrunched. It felt like every bone in his was broken and shattered. After his thoughts cleared enough to remember his surroundings, Papyrus slammed a hand in front of his mouth, muffling his shouts of pain.

He heard Sans shift and scream something at him, muffled by his gag, but Papyrus didn’t stop.

He stayed motionless for a few more seconds, before digging in deeper, each movement feeling like a sandpaper scratching over all of his bones. But he kept going, pushing farther and farther, slowly, agonizing, until his fingers met something hard. Something that wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Ah, you found it. Now come on….pull it out..”

Papyrus grabbed the round object, pulling it, gasping as it stayed lodged in his soul, making him just pull his entire soul. “i-…i can’t..”, his voice was shaky and weka, he was in pain, he just wanted to take his brother and go home. He couldn’t do this.

“One minute.” The voice sounded excited, even trough the distortion.

“i can’t it w-…won’t move..please”, Papyrus said, tears gathering at the corners of his sockets, even without moving, his entire body was aching.

“30 seconds.”

“but you just said one minute!”,

“10 seconds.”

“no wait!”

“5 seconds.”

Papyrus grabbed the object in his soul harder, pulling, but it still wouldn’t budge, only sending waves of paint through his bones.


Papyrus whimpered as he felt the object shift, finally moving, scraping through the core of his soul, fine dust trickling out of the open wound at the front.


The object suddenly stopped again, stuck, as were his fingers.


It just wouldn’t move, he pulled with his entire strength, the pain the only thing he was still perceiving, not even remembering why he was doing it. he only knew he had to get it out, but it wouldn’t move.


It was stuck. It was stuck. It was stuck. He just couldn’t move it a bit, no matter how much he tore his soul to shreds. Why wasn’t it moving, it was almost out, he just had to get it out, just a bit more, just a bit.


The object left his soul with a sickening, wet sound, Papyrus screaming out, at the same moment the person stabbed the knife into Sans eyesocket, crunching trough the back of his skull, making him crumble to dust instantly.

“To late.”

Papyrus only felt numb as the person left without another word, locking him in the cellar with his brother’s dust on the floor.

He looked at the small, plastic chip in his hand, still covered with his own dust, reading “Congratulations, you won!” in a goofy font.

loki-liddell  asked:

32 tododeku

Oh, you picked a hard one! I am not sure if you want angst or hurt/comfort or pure fluff so I made this hum… A bad of the three mix, I guess?

(btw, sorry in advance for all the grammar errors)

32 - Exes Meeting Again After Not Speaking For Years AU

Izuku isn’t a mean person, nor is he a coward. He doesn’t like to avoid anyone, even when the person is an asshole they still deserve a second chance, truly, everyone deserves a second chance (and a third, and a fourth change too). But sometimes confrontation is painful. He can’t count how many times he had the pleasure of meeting a ticking bomb that instantaneity set his fuse on fire, making him argue and scream until his tongue hurt and his words feel meaningless.

In the past it wasn’t such a bad problem, Shouto was always there to help Izuku with those troubling meetings. Smiling calmly and grounding him down with ghost fingers, hesitant touched that remind him he isn’t alone.

But life love to get harder, and eventually, the world sent a ticking bomb strong enough to tear his boyfriend smile apart and take Izuko supporting pillar away. He hated that ticking bomb, he hated himself.

He shouldn’t have said anything, he should have let his boyfriend alone but he had to be clingy and mess everything, not satisfied with having the boy love and trust, he wanted the hand holding and cuddles too, he wanted hugs and so many other things his touch starved boyfriend was afraid of, running away from physical touch even when Izuku tried to be gentle..

Izuku knows Shouto tried to change his way, showing his love with soft, almost ghostly, touches on special occasions. Honestly, Izuku can respect that, but he is a sentimental hero and he often have bad days, he wants hugs and cuddles everytime his legs aren’t fast enough to save someone, he wants a physical barrier of love to protect him when a kid die right in front of his helpless eyes, but Shouto couldn’t give him that yet, no matter how much he tried, he always looked in pain the moment Izuku hugged him, hands greedily wanting to make sure this beautiful boy is real. Is his.

So when Izuku keeps touching Shoto, even if most times involuntary, things got tense. Shouto said it was no problem but it was obviously affecting him, to the point he rejected a hug, breaking up without even looking into Izuku eyes.

It shouldn’t have changed their relationship so much, they should still be friends but Izuku was hurt and guilty. He couldn’t face the beautiful boy, he just couldn’t. The cruel, unforgivable words he said when shouto run away from his hug still hunted him. It was too much. The guilt was too much.

He noticed Shouto eventually stopped seeking his attention, going to momo instead of Izuku whenever he got a problem. Izuku hated himself for being so mean to the sweetest person he knows. Just because Shouto noticed he deserves better doesn’t mean Izuku had to be an asshole about it.

Three years passed by since they broke up and while Izuku would love to say they got back to being friends, they just keep avoiding each other, to the point Midoriya would need to watch TV in hopes of catching sight of the half-hot-half-cold hero.

Is ok, Izuku keeps telling himself, if for the best. Both are busy being professional heroes, after all, and saving lives is a job more important than anything.

Izuku thought he would keep working alone till he died, never to meet Shouto again.

Fortunately, fates had it otherwise.

It was a rainy day when they meet again. Izuku was taking shelter under a tree, happy to waste his free time comfortably seated on the grass, not a single drop of water falling from the lush leaves above him.

Someone must have thought he was stuck there, afraid to get wet, cause he saw a colorful blur somewhere in the middle of all those raindrops, their plain blue umbrella and casual grey clothes making it way through the rain. He widened his eyes, seeing a very, very familiar face. Their eyes meet and the world stopped, green eyes widened in so many emotions it actually hurt to look. Todoroki cowardly shifting his gaze to the wet ground. The mismatched boy seemed frozen, clearly hesitant in helping Izuku. Not that Midoriya blame him, he did leave a bad last impression on the icyhot boy. He wouldn’t be surprised if Shouto just turned around and disappeared in the rain again. 

Todoroki doesn’t seem to have common sense, Izuku notices, watching how his ex tightened his grip on the umbrella handle and forced his legs to move, slowly approaching the tree. All the while, the ice user keeps a close watch on Izuku movements, ready to go away if the green boy showed any sign of not wanting to see him.

Despite himself, Izuku let his pass lover sit beside him without protesting, noticing the painful one meter of distance between them. The boy was as beautiful as always, looking like a model no matter how simple his clothes are. It really was a wonder why someone like this ever give him a chance.

For a while there was silence. Raindrops filling the awkward atmosphere.

Izuku looked away, clenching his fists and trying to keep his breathing normal.

Shouto sighed loudly, catching Midoriya attention.

“I know you probably don’t wanna see me again but… I-I had to apologize.”

Izuku blinked, barely catching the soft whisper. When his brain fully registred Shouto sentence he reacted as if someone punched him, snapping his head in shouto direction and trying not to show his disbelief.


Shouto bit his lips, taking small breaths and looking at Izuku in the eye. The genuine guilt and regret inside his mismatched eyes making Izuku feel things he hasn’t felt in a while.

“I am sorry I couldn’t hold you Izu-Midoriya,”

The abrupt correction in names was painful but Izuku didn’t flinch. He just keeps still, listening to what Shouto had to say. Judging from the conflicted look in his eyes there was a little more. With a slight shiver that had nothing to do with the cold Shouto keep talking.

“You made so much for me, gave me everything I could ever ask for and more, yet I-I just, if I j-just” Shouto clenched his hands, words failing him. Something like defeat crossed his eyes before he mumbled with certainty, voice cracking with regret “ I am sorry I couldn’t give you the one thing you need. I tried, but I can’t give this unconditional affection in the way you want me too. No amount of hot chocolate in bed can make you as happy as cuddling, no matter how beautiful the flowers I gave you look like, they will never please you like hand holding… And I get this, I do, I just…I am sorry I couldn’t give you what you truly wanted. ”

Shouto looked up when he heard a hiccup, knowing before looking that those soft green eyes would be filled with tears.

“ You can’t take all the blame Todoroki, I said some cruel things to you, I, I was too greedy, I know you tried and, I-I should have considered your emotions too.”

Shouto opened his mouth but Izuku didn’t let him interrupt, he wanted to talk too, he waited years to talk about this. Years. And now he finally got the courage to.

“Chocolate can be enough sometimes Todoroki especially when you use cocoa and honey, I know you trained a lot to cook well, I know it was all for me… A-and I honestly love the flowers you used to get me, the white and red mostly, and yeah, they aren’t as solid as a hug but that’s only because nothing can ever be better than you… Cuddles will be missed but sometimes your soft touches are enough, sometimes I just…” Izuku wasn’t making sense, he was rambling all his thoughts in no order but the more he talked the more he remembers the good times. He should just stop there, go away, crush his hopes and don’t risk the chance of getting hurt again.

But he couldn’t help it. He always believed every person deserves a second chance (and a third, and a fourth chance too)

Is only fair he give this boy one too. Is only fair he give himself one too.

“Can we try again? Can you give us another chance Shouto?”

Hey not to be dramatic but the fact that Lup Taaco is canonically a trans woman, plus the fact that Justin and Griffin specifically state that hers and Taako’s bad childhood was not due to the fact that she is trans and he is gay, plus Justin verifying her pronouns so he doesn’t misgender her, plus just the way Griffin put it into the show - just stating her identity as a fact, answering a few questions, and then moving on - literally makes me so happy I nearly cry every time I think about it thank u mcelboys for this good thing

SFSJDKFJSGD LONG TIME NO KLANCE or actually art in general ahah well…

I wanted to practice bgs and i wanted to draw klance so i tried to hit two birds in one stone since my time for drawing is super fucking limited akjsdfas. Hope you guys like it! <3<3

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