everything is in line

okay so, being raised by a single mother who didnt have much money meant that when she could, she would buy me easy little cheap gifts whenever she could to make up for lack of Big Gifts until we were on our feet

so imagine sally jackson buying percy some kind of cards all the time, like neopet cards or pokemon cards or yugioh cards. he collects them as a kid, hides them from gabe. sally winks at percy and they share their little secret, but really, sally knows gabe will find out and she’ll be in trouble. she doesnt care. she’ll do anything for percy.

he stops collecting them somewhere along the line, probably aroun 14 or 15 when everything is Happening - or maybe younger than that, cuz he thinks they arent Cool anymore. but after it all, when he'z older and starts going to college and figures everything out, everything calms down, he notices the cards by the cashier at walmart or somewhere and he just Stares. he remembers them. he smiles crookedly and buys them, picks up a pack every once in a while. and he wonders why he ever stopped.

hellwizards  asked:

top 6 pieces you've drawn?

this is a very excellent and difficult one! I apologize ahead of time for the terribly long post

1. sanvers prom . im beyond proud of this one, mostly cause the colors worked out so much better than I thought and this was the first time that I was immediately satisfied with a piece of work, without hating it for the first few weeks after finishing it. 

2. clexa sexy times . i just love drawing thic clarke and lexa’s arms.

3. jock griffin  im just happy with the colors and the lines on this one. i think everything fell together quite naturally and im very happy with it. 

4. girlfriends who slay together im not too happy with how waverly turned out but I love the pose and nicole looks as fabulous as I intended.

5. in which waverly is tiny apart from anatomical inaccuracies, I love this one, it’s gotten me a lot of recognition within the fandom as well, which is always nice.

6. supergay . some things with their faces and anatomy are off, but im happy with the colors. i had a fun time playing around with the reflective lights from the kryptonite explosion. also lena sneaking in a boob touch

Ask me my ‘top 6′ anything!

Can You Help Me?

I posted earlier about the near death of my laptop. It went into hard drive failure.
For me its not just a computer but a massive life line, I use it for almost everything - the main connection to my other half and friends, entertainment center, job hunting and art studio.

I had no choice but to take it to a shop for repair.
This repair will cost £100 /$124. I do not have the money for it and cannot get any help from my parents or partner. I no longer have any savings as they all went to rent payments.This also means if a new hard drive doesn’t work I cannot afford anymore repairs or even worse, a replacement.

Even the smallest of donations will make a big difference to getting my most important belonging back. If you can spare anything at all, my PayPal address is: jodien19@sky.com

Its a hard and humbling experience to ask this of my followers but I have no choice. I can do traditional sketches and drawings if you would still like none digital art from me also, naturally these will be cheap if you,d like to commission some non digital art from me too.

  • Sun: Scar? You okay buddy?
  • Scarlet: My whole life has been a lie
  • Sun: What're you talking about?
  • Scarlet: barcodes
  • Sun:
  • Sun: what
  • Scarlet: Barcodes!
  • Sun: I don't follow.
  • Scarlet: The scanners that read them don't read the black lines, Sun!
  • Scarlet: They read the white BETWEEN the lines
  • Scarlet: Everything I know about reality is WRONG.

        YOOOO. I need a refresher. & I want some new interactions. I will be keeping the drafts / replying to @kuroganeslayer, @venomslayer, @absolutexdarkness, @freedthedark, @eternalfaction, @arboluspugnitor, @doranbabe, @wildcerberus. These are the only threads I currently have some inspiration for (however, if you’re one of these people & you’d like to drop/change our thread, just let me know!!). Everything else will be dropped! Sorry fam!!! 

BUT SILVER LINING: like this for a starter !!! ONLY like this if you’re fine with having your muse thrown into possible random scenarios / conversations. & PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S GOOD IN THE WORLD only like this if you have the intention of actually replying. Lengths may vary from one-liners or small paragraphs! But there’s always potential to grow. (: If you’d like to request a specific verse / time frame or would like to plot instead (i’ll still write the starter) let me know !! 


I love that this is where Phoebe jumps to. Phoebe was the first sister to discover Leo’s identity; to discover the existence of guardian angels in the first place. Phoebe, the one of optimism and faith, would of course immediately think someone else is watching over them.

And, in a way, Cole *does* become her guardian angel (at least for a while), then returns to that role after his death.

Everything about Cole’s identity in Phoebe’s future flows into this one line of dialogue, and it’s great.

Meanwhile Leo is his usual wealth of information.

anonymous asked:

Tell me about how u fell in love

Well, quinn and I started hanging out last year after talking to each other on tumblr for a bit and skyping a few times, and we pretty much hit it off. We started spending our weekends together just about every week and even though we were just casually dating it began to be more and more clear that strong feelings were developing. I was pretty hurt by my last relationship and wasn’t trying to open myself up completely to someone again, and leave myself vulnerable the same way, but eventually the idea of not being with her vastly outweighed the risk of being hurt again in my mind. I realized that I loved her enough to put everything on the line and let someone into my heart again. I chose to trust her more than anyone else in my life, and it would appear I made the right decision to open my heart to her. She’s done nothing but make my life better and motivate me to do more with myself. I’m infinitely better with her and can’t imagine life without her. She’s everything to me


Name: Jason Scott.

Since the movie started out good in terms of giving Jason depth and all, by the end I felt that it lacked some information about him compared to the other rangers. So here is my take on Jason and please bare in mind this might change with a second viewing of the movie. SPOILERS, obviously.

When Billy died, Jason speaks how his rash thinking, anger and fear is what make him take such decisions that he believes why Billy got killed. This is also shown at the beginning of the movie with the failed prank, his conversation with his dad on the car (’yeah, I guess you don’t understand’ or something along the lines) and everyone and everything pointing at Jason as the golden boy, quarterback and star of Angel Grove, it makes me believe that the pressure of that standard is starting to rub Jason in the wrong way.

His comment of anger, rash thinking and the prank remind me in some way of Liam from Teen Wolf; while Liam’s situation require him being expelled, Jason got house arrest for what he did and in the process ruined his reputation. I think, and this is a stretch, considering we saw so little of that, that maybe Jason’s rash thinking and that anger he calls might be a sign he has anger issues, I wouldn’t dare say IED but I would say something along the lines of that to a minimum. (Starting a fight with the guy who picked on Billy, backslapping that guy as well Rita)

His home life seems to be exhausting; we hear his dad and mom fighting, and how he is ruining his future and his career. Surprise, Jason is dealing with uncertainty of the future and rethinking if football is what he wants to do. The prank was the culmination of frustration and anger at how his life seems to be handle by others and not himself. 

So in conclusion: I will be playing Jason with the idea in mind that he has trouble with anger, his trouble with the future and how to turn this into making him a good leader for the team.

James Potter: seventeen, hair got struck by lightning at age four and hasn’t sat down since, knuckles that jut out, holds his wand between his teeth to impress girls- to impress the girl, doesn’t own one pair of matching socks, the kind of attractive that fills the ribs, fills the shoulder blades, fills the heart, Sirius painted his nails once and he kept the polish on all week, sees the girl before registering anyone else in the room, young organs pumping young blood, wired to himself, to his boys, to the girl, can tell what you’re about to say before you say it, he’s just sort of like that, has a habit of leaning arms on peoples shoulders, starts the trust fall before anyone realises they’re  meant to be catching him

Sirius Black: seventeen, eats whipped cream by the fork full, rolls up the sleeves of his robes, begins most conversations with: you absolute fuck, column of his throat running down the neck like water, leaves his text books all over school, made of gut feeling, of instinct, of starting before you know how to finish, a part of him still stuck in that house, with the door slamming, with his mother yelling, with the world ending,  he is the bomb going off in the swimming pool, he has probably made a bomb go off in the swimming pool, smoking just outside the door- look- you can see the smoke, you can see the shaking hands.

Remus Lupin: seventeen,  jumpy, long eyelashes, the sullen quiet of fog in winter, scars up the arms, round the neck, across the chest, eyes that stare as if they are waiting for permission, plays the same records until he’s mouthing the words in his sleep, gives out flowers for gifts, sarcasm that could stop the heart, soft, like the skin above your collar bone, like stained glass windows with light through them, like seeing a star in a textbook, knowing that  something that good is out there even if it is far away, often has wind billowing through his baggy t-shirts, pulls out his bottom lip when thinking, at night wakes up sweating, dreaming of blood in his mouth, the kind you get when you rip an arm off, when you lick the bone clean.


Peter Pettigrew: seventeen, socks right to the knee, eating an ice cream, has a sore neck from always looking up, raw fingernails- bitten to the cuticles, full of fear, oozing fear, could fill cathedrals with this fear, burns books for no reason, unmade bed, the flush of a cheek that is bloated, a mound of blood, sits on the floor because there is no room at the table, counts on his fingers, pulled a muscle when walking up the fourth staircase, shuts his eyes, opens them, realises he is still in his own skin, pale, a stick of white, unassuming, like flowers, or the moment the ground gives way, all at once, as if it was going to all along

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