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Inspired by this absolutely angsty masterpiece by @jackalopes-vld

This is really angsty and references intrusive thoughts, so please keep yourself safe.

WC: 1574


Annoying.

He’s not annoying. People like being around him. He’s not annoying.

Good for nothing.

He’s their sharpshooter. He has a purpose.

Worthless.

He’s worth something.

Seventh wheel.

He’s… He is the seventh wheel. There isn’t a doubt about that.

Can’t handle the stress.

He can’t. It gnaws at him every waking moment.

Can’t deal with criticism.

Fuck. It hurts, okay? Not everyone is graceful with that shit.

Useless weight brought along out of pity.

Stop.

Nothing.

Stop!

Just fucking leave.

Please. Please, just stop. Please.

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Degenerative Illnesses Exist.

Shout out to everyone who has to figure out how to live knowing it doesn’t always get better. 

I’m sorry about the people who try to make you believe it’s your attitude and not your illness that is making you sick.

They are wrong.  And you are fantastic and amazing for facing this head on, even when others try to shut you down for the sake of positivity.

Work Comes Home - Part 8

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution.

Words: Approx. 6100

Author’s Note: Thanks to everyone who read this over (@ourforgottenboleros​, @secretschuylersister​, @letsgiggletogether​: your enthusiasm and excitement honestly helps me to write this. @iwrotemywayto-revolution​ THANK YOU for fixing my horrible grammar - you’re amazing.) Let me know if there’s any little mistakes, I can go in and fix later <3

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Disclaimer: I’m sorry for any pain, there’s a few more parts left in this story so please stay with me. Feel free to yell at me all you like because I UNDERSTAND. Again, the timeline is definitely a little weird and artistic liberties were obviously taken in reference to the publishing industry. 

Warnings: Angst, maybe swearing

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me: wow i do really love drawing me. it’s fun to draw myself doing silly things or posing in dramatic, edgy portraits or interacting with friends or other artists. i love my face. fantastic.

also me: i hope me drawing myself with reckless abandon will encourage other artists to do more self portraits because sometimes self portraits can be really liberating and therapeutic. go ahead. draw yourself. it doesn’t even have to be accurate to life. draw yourself with furry dog ears and a tail if you want. doodle shameless self-inserts of yourself hanging out with your favorite fictional characters. celebrate yourself. live a little.

anonymous asked:

"Wanna go out sometime?" LadyNoir (preferably in the middle of a battle but its not necessary)

“That’s it, I am calling it,” Ladybug growled as she and her partner cowered behind the stone column as another volley of balls whipped towards them, “baseball is the stupidest sport in the history of the world!” 

“Oh come on now my Lady,” chat grinned, “no need to pitch a fit about it.” 

She glared at him. “Is this really the time chaton?” 

“Sure, we seem safe back here.” 

Ladybug rolled her eyes before darting out and diving behind the next pillar while her foe refilled his horrifying auto pitching machine. Chat managed to fling himself behind an adjacent column just as the next volley began launching out at them. 

“Come out and fight me!” the akuma bellowed. “Where is your sense of sportsmanship?” 

“No need to be in such a foul mood,” Chat called out, “but you can’t really blame us if we don’t find you all that striking.” 

Ladybug couldn’t help but smile as the akuma roared in annoyance, fixing his attention on Chat and allowing her to take another running dive towards the akuma. Her partner was laughing and smiling behind his own hiding place, occasionally popping out to wack some of the speeding balls back at the akuma with his baton which only further infuriated their foe. He really was a fantastic partner. 

“Come and face me you mangy cat,” he shrieked waving his bat above his head. 

Ladybug made another running pass, finally circling out of the range of his weapon and creeping up towards the akuma from behind and waiting for her moment to strike. Hopefully Chat could buy her just a little more time. 

“You’re way off base if you think I will fall for that sort of baiting.” Chat laughed. “Hey My Lady, as long as I’m thinking about it, want to go OUT sometime?” He called, causing the akuma to turn back towards where she had previously been hiding. 

Ladybug seized the opportunity, she summoned her lucky charm- a skateboard. She flung her yo-yo out, wrapping it around the enchanted bat and kicked the board forward so it went crashing into the akuma’s legs. He stumbled, losing his grip on the bat and allowing Ladybug to easily pull it from him, breaking the cursed item and purifying the akuma. 

“Good game kitty,” she smiled as he came over to exchange their obligatory fist bump, “although asking me out there might have been a stretch.” 

Chat eyes gleamed happily at her teasing. “But My Lady, after I so gallantly went to bat for you I would have thought you would love a nice walk.” 

She laughed tossing the skateboard into the air and watching the cloud of ladybugs soar off to repair the damage done to the city. 

“Sorry chaton, I’m more into fencers myself,” she said, flicking his bell playfully. 

Chat gave her a choked laugh his eye sparkling with mischief. “Touche My Lady, touche.” 

redyameze  asked:

Umm this is my first ever anything on tumblr, I just want to say how much I love your art and it's encouraged me to keep learning! You seem pretty fantastic and portraits and faces but how do you do action poses? I could do with any tips you have to offer!

First off, reading this makes me very happy.

As for your question, thinking about it, all the advice I could think of came from this book by Stan Lee I read once as a kid. I didn’t remember where or what the name was, but there was advice from it about poses that stuck in my head for years.

So I looked it up and it’s called How to Draw Comics The Marvel Way, also turns out the  University of California, Santa Cruz teaches it and made the whole thing available HERE.

You want chapters 5 an especially 6, but the whole thing is worth reading. I’m on record as not a fan of this kind of book, and it is a little formal and industry-focused for my taste, but it’s the best possible version of this and the advice in making things dynamic is really good. (It also doesn’t impose a style on you as much as others)

Sorry for kind of redirecting you, but you really are better off getting this straight from the master. BEST OF LUCK!

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Title: Rug Burn

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

For @i-am-negan-trash


Negan laughed, his back bending as he flicked Lucille upward, “Aren’t you just the funniest little shit!?” he asked, Carl.

The boy had mouthed off to him again, but he couldn’t find it in him to retaliate.

He straightened back up, the smile slowly melting into a “Don’t fuck with me,” grin.

“Now, which one of you shits can show me to Y/N Ward’s house?”

When no one answered, Negan cracked his neck, “It really wouldn’t do any good if I lost my cool,” he warned.

Carl rolled his eye, letting out a small growl, “She’s this way,”

“Atta boy!”

Negan followed the teenager, giddy at seeing the one woman who could sate him.

They were lovers before the apocalypse and he often wondered if she had made it. When he found her at Alexandria, he couldn’t believe it.

Upon returning to the Sanctuary, none of his wives could scratch the itch. Only Y/N seemed to be the one that could reach it.

Taking two steps at a time, he passed Carl and turned around, “Get a move on, kid. I got it from here,”

“You best not hurt her,” Carl warned.

Negan chuckled, “Ya got balls boy, I give ya that. Now git!”

Once Carl walked away, Negan knocked and leaned against the door jam.

The door opened and there she stood. Tank top, shorts and sneakers.

Goddamn did she look edible!

Her eyes widened, her mouth agape. Quickly she snapped her mouth shut and looked around.

“Lookin’ for your boyfriend, Rick the Prick?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

At that comment, the shock faded, only to be replaced with annoyance, “I’m not seeing him or anyone. Nor have a I slept with anyone, Negan,”

“Good,” he grinned, “Because I missed ya,”

She sighed, folding her arms.

“You gonna invite me in, Y/N?” Negan licked his lips.

Silently, she moved out of the way so that he could step in.

Swinging Lucille in a circle as he entered her home, he saw how clean and plush the white carpeting was.

“So how’s it goin’ Y/N?” he asked, looking around.

He turned and waited for her answer.

“Just surviving,” she shrugged.

He nodded, propping Lucille against the couch. He took off his jacket, then his boots and socks.

The second his toes connected with carpet, he sighed, closing his eyes at the soft feel.

When he reopened them, he found Y/N blushing and biting her bottom lip as she watched him.

“See somethin you like, Y/N?” he smiled, perching himself on the arm of her couch.

Hesitantly, she nodded, “Yeah.”

Negan held a hand out to her, “C'mere, Y/N,”

She went to him. The familiar feel of her skin had him wanting her more. She was shaking though.

“You know I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, quietly.

She swallowed, looking up at him with teary eyes, “I know you wouldn't…”

“But?”

“But I don’t want to be kicked from the community.”

“The fuck would that happen for!?” he asked, his brow bunching.

“If I give in to you, I’ll probably be kicked out.”

“Fuck that! No, you fuckin’ won’t be kicked out!”

“How can you be so sure?” she asked, sighing when his arms wrapped around her waist.

Negan leaned in, kissing her neck between each word, “Because, I won’t let it happen,”

She moaned, tilting her head farther to the side at the feel of his tongue. Her hands held on to his shoulders, her legs becoming weak at his attention.

Running his nose up her neck, he inhaled her scent, “Jesus, you still smell fucking fantastic,”

Holding his bearded face in her palms after his compliment, she closed the gap between them.

With as quiet as the house was since Y/N lived alone, their gasps sounded like shouts in the practically bare living room.

Tilting his head to the right with a slight bob, Negan reconnected their lips with lusty pulls.

His hands slipped underneath her shirt, gliding up her back. He met the resistance of her bra and quickly had it unhooked, the underwire cups giving way to her bare breasts.

He pulled back, slowly lifting her tank top and throwing it to the side. Next, he rid her of her loose bra.

He licked his lips at the sight of her breasts moving with each breath she took. Needing to feel those soft nipples against his skin, he removed his shirt.

Negan pulled Y/N between his legs, flush against his chest. They both moaned at the contact.

Diving right in, Negan started at her clavicle, kissing his way down to taste a the pale flesh of her breast.

Y/N threw her head back, holding Negan’s head as he slowly rolled his tongue around her hardened nipple, then suckling the areola into his mouth.

With a wet suck, Negan pulled his head back, her breast falling from his mouth. He cupped it, bringing it back to flick the tip of his tongue over it again.

He could feel Y/N squeezing her thighs together, as she tried to find some sort of friction.

While paying homage to her other breast, he popped the button on her shorts and pulled down the zipper. He wasted no time dipping his fingers into her panties.

She bent forward, gripping his shoulders as his middle and index finger teased her, spreading her wetness to her clit.

“Christ, Negan!” she moaned.

Negan chuckled, looking up at her, “You are so damn wet, baby. I knew you missed me!”

“Negan,” she warned, her hips rolling in his palm.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers from her, yanking her pants down her legs.

Negan stood, unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants. They fell from his waist, pooling at his bare feet. Even in the apocalypse he went commando.

Y/N licked her lips making Negan tsk, “No way, baby,” he went to her, hoisting her up while dipping her backwards to lay her out on the carpet.

“I’m gonna bury myself so deep in that sweet pussy, that I won’t ever want to leave,”

“Promises, promises,” she moaned, feeling the head of his shaft brush over her wet, lower lips.

She gripped him, rubbing the helmet of his length through her wetness, then positioning him at her entrance.

Negan sank into her, groaning at the heat that enveloped him.

“Just like I remember,” he panted, moving in and out at a slow pace.

Y/N bit her lip, softly crying out at the friction of his happy trail, “Harder,”

He grinned, hiking her leg up higher to go deeper. Negan snapped his hips, slow and hard.

Hard enough that Y/N was being moved against the carpet.

Her breasts bounced with each deliciously hard thrust. Their skin slapped together, their sweat and fluids mixing together.

Negan could feel her nearing her orgasm, her keening cries getting louder with each pound of his hard length.

“Faster, Negan. Please,” she pleaded, cupping her breasts.

Balling his hands into fists, he planted them at her hips, pulling his torso up slightly.

The angle changed as his hips were lifted and going as fast as they could thrust.

“Yes, yes! Just like that!” Y/N called out.

“Come on baby, show me what I’ve been missing.”

Her back bowed off of the floor, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Negan pulled out just to his head and thrusted one last time, coming hard.

He collapsed slowly on top of Y/N, his head resting on her shoulder.

Their breathing was heavy, their bodies slicked with sweat.

“Fuckin’ hell, Sweetheart,” Negan laughed.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed, playing with the wet curls at the nape of his neck.

He rolled off of her once he softened, landing on his back with a groan.

Watching Y/N sit up, he hissed at the red marks on her back.

“What?” she asked, turning her head at him.

The second his fingers ran over the red marks, her back bowed at the sting.

“Rug burn, baby,” he said, wincing at the marks.

Her mouth curled into a sinister grin. Twisting her hips, she got up and straddled Negan.

He was already getting hard again. Holding him up, she sank down onto his semi-erect member, nestling him inside of her.

Holding her waist as she leaned down, she licked at his lips, “I’m not going to be the only one with rug burn,”

Negan laughed, running his hands down to her ass, where he gave a hefty squeeze.

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anonymous asked:

is dirk a canon horse furry?

You probably weren’t expecting an essay length answer to this question. So like let there be no doubt at all from this point onwards this is exactly the kind of content you can legitimately expect from this blog. This is who I am. I’m sorry.

Also, you’re welcome. 

Yes, Dirk is a furry. And his relationship to furries shows us a lot about his parallels and similarities to one Rose Lalonde. Who is also a furry.

Let’s get into this. 

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My friend realized I was wearing V’s outfit and shoved me in his cosplay wig and did an impromptu photoshoot haha. So you can count this as a closet cosplay, but nothing actually serious lol.

The pictures were taken by HoodyHasDaBooty. Go check out his cosplays and photography!

anonymous asked:

Can I request the second school prompt for Jared x Evan?

“I have no one to sit with at lunch so I sat at your table and now your friends are not-so subtly kicking you under the table. Now they’re very loudly whispering that your crush has shown up and oh my god. I have never seen you this red by the way.” AU with Jared/Evan by @neglectedrainbow 

Evan stands, completely petrified, in front of the library, staring at a red piece of paper taped to the door. “LIBRARY CLOSED DURING PERIODS 5 AND 6” it reads, in large, borderline aggressive letters. He continues staring at the note, trying to will himself not to panic-or-or run or cry or-

Evan doesn’t normally go to the cafeteria; he much prefers to huddle into a corner of the library and secretly eat his lunch in serenity. The lunch room is too much, full of yelling voices and spilled food and-and it’s just too much, it’s always been too much, and now where is he supposed to go? He can’t go to the writing lab, because it’s already full, and-and, he could just eat his food in the bathroom, bent in a stall. He almost accepts that level of defeat until a hand claps down on his shoulder. “Evan?”

He flinches backwards, and Jared raises both of his hands in a symbol of peace, his expression flashing in regret. “Sorry, sorry, I know better than to jump up on you like that.”

When Evan doesn’t respond, too busy trying to calm his heartrate down to an acceptable level, Jared continues, “What’re you doing, though?”

“Oh,” Evan begins to pull at one of the straps of his backpack. “Um… Just… Noticing that-that the library’s closed.”

“Huh,” Jared looks at the sign, squinting as he reads it. “What class are you in now? Maybe the teacher mixed up where you’re meeting?”

“No, no, um…” Earlier this year, Evan had convinced Jared that he had European History this period, trying desperately to avoid either offending Jared by not sitting with him at lunch or appearing to be an even bigger mess by admitting to being unable to sit in the lunchroom for 45 minutes. “I have…” He bites his tongue, looking into Jared’s eyes for a moment, and they’re too trusting; he can’t lie. “Lunch, actually.”

“Really? How come-” Jared’s face falls for a moment, his eyebrows pulling in as he surveys his friend. “Who do you sit with?” There’s a hit of-of sadness, or maybe anger, in his voice.

“I don’t really-I do homework in the library, normally, so-I don’t really, um, sit with anyone?”

“Oh,” Jared’s looking at him again, intensely, and Evan can feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Well, if you don’t have anywhere else to go, you can come sit with me?” To any casual listener, that question would sound off-handed, like a second thought, but Evan knows Jared, knows how this isn’t some flippant remark.

“Um, I can-I can try? But if it-”

Jared nods, “If it gets too loud or whatever, we can leave.” He says “we,” not “you,” which makes Evan’s chest grow tight in a way he can’t quite explain.

“Sure, sure, that’s-that’s fine.”

And off they go, their strides evening out quickly, calmly. The roaring noise from the cafeteria grows louder and louder as they approach, and Evan takes a few deep, relaxing breaths.

The table seems engrossed in a conversation when they arrive, full of hand gestures and laughing and tossing chips at each other, until Alana sees them both. Immediately, her face lights up, and she tugs on Zoe’s arm, not-so-surreptitiously nodding towards Evan. Soon enough, the enter table is desperately trying not to stare at them all at the same time and simultaneously failing miserably.

Jared leads him over, pulling out a chair next to him, and motioning for Evan to sit. Slowly, sending another glance around the table, he complies. “Hey, Jared…” Zoe starts, leaning forward and waggling her eyebrows up and down. “And Evan.” She drags out the last vowel dramatically, grinning at Jared.

“Hey Evan,” the rest of the table choruses.

He swallows drily. “Hey.”

Immediately, Alana begins hurriedly whispering in Zoe’s ear, just as two other kids (both of whom Evan vaguely recognizes from Jared’s birthday “get-together”) do the same. Jared begins to have a silent conversation with Zoe, comprised solely of exaggerated facial expressions and eye movement.  

The entire table keeps glancing at Evan, who very quickly becomes more and more uncomfortable.

“So! Evan!” Alana begins, placing her elbows neatly on the tabletop. “How have you been? Jared’s told us all so much!”

“Um…nothing big, really, just… School and stuff.”

“Oh yeah!” Alana smiles like that’s the most fascinating thing she ever heard, as Jared tries to kick her underneath the table. “What about your dating life?”

“Oh come on!” Jared huffs, but he’s quickly silenced by Zoe.

“Let him speak, J! Gosh!”

Evan looks between the three of them, trying not to laugh. “I’m not dating anyone, so-”

“Really!” Alana exclaims, pursing her lips at Jared. “Well, it seems as though Zoe and I know just who you’d do fantastically with!”

Jared’s face is roughly the color of a tomato as he sputters various protests. Evan turns to his friend, leaning over, pushing away the giggle threatening at his throat, “Are you okay?”

“I’m-I’m just suffering greatly, but it’s-it’s fine,” Jared chokes, pressing a thumb into his forehead and waving vaguely. “It’s all good.”

Evan watches Jared for a few more moments, “I don’t mind them asking me questions, it’s alright.”

“No, it’s just-” Jared pushes himself up, sending a glare towards his two other friends. “Yeah.”

“You’re the color of a strawberry right now,” Evan replies.

“Oh God.”

“No, no,” Evan rushes to correct himself. “But, I mean, in-in like a good way. It’s-you’re cute.” Jared almost chokes on his own saliva.

“What?”

“You’re cute,” Evan repeats, slowly, carefully, being sure to meet his friend’s eyes.

Jared’s smiling bigger than Evan’s ever before seen. “You-you’re not so bad yourself, Hansen.”

Zoe and Alana hoot and holler encouragement as the two boys smile, their hands linking together underneath the table.

Trans men with scars are beautiful

Fat trans men are gorgeous

Trans men who are disabled are lovely

Trans men with healing self harm scars are gems

Trans men with big noses and big ears are sexy

Trans men with soft round faces are fantastic

Trans men with feminine faces and long eyelashes are perfection

But regardless of appearance, TERFS are fucking ugly and belong in the trash.