Not a super good pic but I made this shirt for the party. I had been planning on making it anyways, I just didn’t think to use neon colours. It’s a design I made for one of my characters, Baron, to wear.
first pics are from my parents (Gravity Falls stuff, a COMBAT LIGHTSABER. MADE FOR ACTUAL COMBAT. step dad is a nerd and chose orange for me b/c it represents scholars; a new laptop B/C MY LAST ONE WAS DYING…..)
the cute Baku plush and awesome hand-dyed shirt is from @thecrowmaiden!!!!! <3333 love you Crow!!!! <33333333333333
and the MASSIVE HAUL OF FOOD AND BAKUSTUFF AND CUTE DOODLES IS FROM STEPH (@isahnas)!!!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT THAT AMAZING PIC SHE DREW OF ME AND MY SON… LOOK AT IT…. ISN’T THAT THE SWEETEST THING YOU’VE EVER SEEN??? AAAHHHH
bottom pics are just a compilation of them all!!! AND THE LAST ONE IS OF MY COMBAT LIGHTSABER WITH THE LIGHTS OFF HAHAHAHA
Hi! I know I said I wasn’t going to write this until I am done with the current requests but since I have a little bit less than 10 requests at the moment, I decided to fill this request. Thank you for sending it in and it’s probably short but I kinda like how it turned out? (I’m not very familiar with how people often come out so I just kinda took a stab at it, sorry if it’s wrong or it offends anyone - do tell me if it does, so I can immediately take it down!). That aside, hope you enjoy!
When you first came out to Dick, you simply wore the
hand-made, tie-dyed rainbow shirt and told him you were going to Pride and it
takes a while for Dick to respond but when he does, his answer relieves you a
lot. “Do you need a ride then?” He asks and you sort of just almost wanted to
cry right there and then because you had been really nervous about coming out
to your siblings (which is why instead of telling all of them in one-go, you
decided to approach them one by one on your own). Dick’s words stuck throughout
your entire life especially when you are feeling down. “It’s alright, Y/N – you
don’t have to try and figure out what to do with life now. No matter what you
are or who you do, we will always love you.”
Jason had been the next one you told. “I’m coming out.” You
had tracked him down all the way to his current safe house – he had been
surprised when you popped up beside him as he was drinking on the rooftop and
almost dropped the bottle he had been holding before he stares at you. “I’m
coming out.” You repeat once more and Jason blinks a few times before nodding
his head, accepting your announcement with no reservations like he normally
does – just to tease and rile you up. At the end of the night, Jason probably
tells you “We’ll be here to support you or something like that – all of these
talks about emotions is hard.”
Coming out to Tim had been pretty chill, sort of. Tim
definitely had a lot of questions about you and your sexuality though
thankfully, none of them were condescending or bad which you are thankful for
because trying to come out to your siblings who you carry a lot of respect for
had been really hard. Tim is lovely too because after you tell him about your
sexuality, he had even gone out of his way to do extra research on things the
two of you can do together – like attending the Pride parade or even hitting up
bars, normal stuff like that.
Damian had probably been the most annoying one to come out
to mostly because he was very smug the moment you told him about wanting to
come out of the closet to him. He crosses his arms. “Tt. I already know.” And you
cannot deny the surprise you felt when he had said that although deep down
inside, you were very impressed with Damian’s observational skills. “It’s not
like I respect you less.” He shakes his head before bumping your shoulder with
his. You had worked up the courage to tell him your big secret but the fact
that Damian already knew meant that he accepted you as you are. You definitely
ignore his protests when you throw your arms out to hug him tightly.
Date a girl who always wears something based on some weird movie or tv show or cartoon. Sometimes it’s obvious, like Princess Leia’s medal-award ceremony outfit. But it’s more interesting if you need to figure it out, like a hand-dyed tee shirt that’s red on the right, green in the middle and blue on the left. (Hint: there’s a circle with an arrow coming out of it on the front at the waist…)
Folk came into town that Saturday. All the children at the orphanage lined up
along the wire fence to watch them roll in, craning against the sagging wire
mesh to catch a glimpse of furry ears or sharp fangs. The bright caravans
looked like technicolour train carriages , bouncing over the rocky terrain and
winding down the mountain road in a long, serpentine parade. The Sister’s at
the orphanage warned them not to get to close. They said the Wolf Folk ate
little children like them.
were unlike anyone Levi had ever seen, but he saw no fur nor fangs. All he saw
were beautiful brown people, smiling and laughing in their gaudy entertainer’s
garb, bells on their ankles and sashes in their hair. Levi watched one caravan
full of children rattle by, brown skinned kids no older than himself staring
back at him with wide eyes and gap-toothed grins. They looked happy and bright.
He wondered what they’d done to earn the distrustful and wary looks the
townsfolk sent their way, and he wondered how they didn’t seem to mind it.
Wednesday, Levi went down to the stream that ran behind the orphanage. He took
his homemade catapult and a bruised apple.
Down by the
stream he fished out a few smooth, small stones from the riverbed. He placed
his apple on the log that ran across the rushing water and practice a few
shots. He knocked the apple in on the fourth try.
very good at that.”
startled and looked up from his perch. Across the river was a boy he’d never
seen before crouched by the river back with his elbows on his knees. He wasn’t
from the orphanage, and he didn’t look like he was from town. His skin was
brown and he wore patched and faded clothes that, despite their obvious wear
and tear, still looked brighter than anything people in town wore. When he smiled, and he never seemed to stop,
a snaggletooth bit into his lower lip. He had the greenest eyes Levi had ever
of them folk.” Levi couldn’t bring himself to say ‘wolf’. He wasn’t sure if
they called themselves that, or if it was the sort of thing murmured behind
hands out of earshot.
boy looked over his shoulder back the way he must have come. Over the grassy
hill rose a column of grey smoke from a nearby campfire. Levi knew the Wolf
Folk had set up their camp in the fields neighboring the orphanage grounds, but
he hadn’t thought they’d wander. “Can I have a shot?” The boy eyed Levi’s
catapult hungrily, grubby fingers twitching on the hem of his cut-off trousers.