how i wonder where you're at

i have this theory that every time we dream, we see an alternate reality. after all, in string theory, all universes exist. i have died many times there. i get déjà vu a lot. i wonder if i am in someone else’s dream, and she has just woken up. maybe she’s screaming at me to stop, to move a little to the left, to watch out. when i wake up i always wonder if i’m the same me or i’ve been replaced by the girl in my dream. if i died there to get a second chance here. or maybe here is where i’m learning how not to die so violently. i don’t know. i don’t get much sleep. 

Beware of FAKE Carat Bongs

so there’s this twitter user who posted a thread about fake Carat Bongs. when i asked her where she got it, she said that she bought it from a foreign seller online (she also said she didn’t want to name drop so unfortunately, i can’t tell you the name of the seller). included in the thread are some notes on how to tell whether the Carat Bong is legitimate or not… (please reblog/retweet to spread awareness)

HOW TO SPOT A FAKE CARAT BONG (by @incheolmi):

(steps are under the cut)

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  • sasuke: ugh, you're so sweaty dobe, go take a bath
  • naruto: okay
  • naruto: want to join me?
  • sasuke: no
  • naruto: fine
  • naruto: I guess I'll just pretend you're in there with me
  • sasuke: what-
  • naruto: kidding, bastard, it was just a little, uh...
  • sasuke: joke?
  • naruto: yeah, one of those... you know how I am... always, uh, joking around...
  • sasuke: ...
  • naruto: I mean, why would I be thinking about you when I'm in there, naked
  • naruto: that's just weird
  • naruto: ne sasuke, I told you, remember?
  • naruto: you're like a brother to me
  • sasuke: ...
  • naruto: but, I mean, we're not actually related
  • naruto: I've always wondered how it is between real siblings, like...
  • naruto: do you ever think of your brother when you-
  • sasuke: no
  • naruto: but you didn't even-
  • sasuke: no
BM talking about Twice on arirang sound k radio 170320
  • [BM and female host talking about Knock Knock]
  • BM: arrrggh they're so cute!
  • Host: oppa I can't have this [i can't understand her] coming out, you know, like your true emotions coming out in this program.
  • BM: I'm just talking as their fan!
  • Host: mmhmm
  • BM: I'm just a fan of them!
  • Host: he's like a fan of everybody I swear.
  • BM: I am.
  • Host: at least he doesn't discriminate.
  • BM: I don't.
  • Host: so what was so cool about this music video?
  • BM: well the song isn't like super motivational or anything like that, but it's just super cute and I also need to wake up in a good mood.
  • Host: what's cute? Like the girls are cute or the music video is cute?
  • BM: the music video, the girls, the voices, um, the girls, um, the voices.
  • Host: okay if you had to pick one person in twice-
  • BM: [before she finished the sentence] momo
  • Host: momo? Momo was the cutest in the music video?
  • BM: yes.
  • Host: really?
  • BM: oh wait no. Not this music video, I'm just-
  • Host: oh you're just a momo fan.
  • BM: yeah I'm just a momo fan.
  • Host: oh there you guys go, he's a momo fan. Now you know his preference.
  • BM: in this music video, uh, who's the very tall one? With the short hair? [he's thinking of jeongyeon but he can't remember her name]
  • Host: the very tall one? twice?
  • BM: yeah. the tallest one with the short hair.
  • Host: they're all kind of the same height.
  • BM: no no no. There's one that's like, a little bit taller.
  • Host: is she Korean?
  • BM: yeah she's Korean.
  • Host: um...Tai [shes thinking of tzuyu but can't pronounce her name]
  • BM: I forget her name, but the one with short hair.
  • Host: Ohh! Her sister is an actress. [she's referring to jeongyeon's sister, Gong Seungyeon] Right? That's who we're talking about. I know who we're talking about.
  • BM: yeah yeah yeah. She came out really cute.
  • Host: oh really?
  • BM: yeah she was really cute in the music video. Super cute.
  • Host: is this a music video that you'd want to wake up to in the morning?
  • BM: yes. You know what I realized? All twice members have really really nice smiles.
  • Host: they're a girl group. They should have nice smiles.
  • BM: I know but like, they all have-
  • Host: it's like super bright.
  • BM: yeah!
  • Host: they have like little vitamins.
  • BM: yeah, like little vitamins. Sometimes when you see someone smile, like they don't look like all very happy. You know how some people have that very cold smile when they smile?
  • Host: where it looks like they're just smiling because they have to?
  • BM: yeah. But they all look like very happy and like...they have really nice smiles. I don't know.
  • Host: well twice if you're listening BM thinks you have wonderful smiles.

anonymous asked:

Hi Red! I hope you don't mind me asking... you're exactly what I aspire to be in terms of art skills, I can only dream of one day being as good as you. But I don't know where to start and sometimes I feel a little lost and don't know how to improve at all. I thought I'll ask you for a bit of help? for example what drawing apps you use or if you have any quick tips? sorry I'm sure you get this all the time but it would be helpful. Thank you!

Hello nonnie! Thank you so much for the wonderful compliments, first of all. I’d be happy to help if I can. 

So… for my art the applications I use the most are the following:

Photoshop: This is a given. Most artists who do art professionally tend to prefer PS over any other program for the simple reason that it’s a really amazing tool. The brush sets available for it are great and unlike other applications, it doesn’t crash or struggle when you push it (say working on really big canvas dimensions and whatnot). Learning how to master PS fully is, however, quite hard and time consuming. But worth it. I use PS for all my more complex pieces, for paintings and pretty much anything that’s not simple, quick art. 

Paint Tool Sai: Now, Sai is as accessible and easy to use as it is lackluster in certain departments. You’ll find a lot of beginner artists using Sai because of how easy to master it is, and it gives you good results. If you struggle a little to learn how to use complex applications, this might just be your best friend. I use it occasionally for sketching or any simple, quick work (like the doodles I do for this blog). 

PureRef: This is an application I’ve never seen anyone talk about around here and I often wonder why. I get most of my income from commissions, and this application is so useful I just can’t go without it. But the concept is simple. Essentially, it allows you to create a collage of references and this window will always stay open on top of any other windows while still allowing you to operate on the windows below. For example; you can have PS open and you can be working on your art while PureRef stays on top (wherever on your screen you might want it to be) and that way you can look at your references while working on your art comfortably. Simple but neat.

Now those three are the ones I use the most, but I also occasionally use these: 

Krita: This one is great because of the unique way in which layers work in it, the brushes look great and it, for me, functions like a professional application. It is essentially a Photoshop replica for free. But fair warning, it crashes and lags at times.

Paintstorm Studio: Another one I never see doing the rounds anywhere on social media. This is a wonderful application and I dare say superior to Photoshop on the brush department. I’m only learning how to use it now, but so far I’m quite impressed with it. 

As for tips, I don’t know… because what helps and doesn’t often varies depending on the particular artist. Not everyone learns the same way. I’d recommend watching a lot of art related videos; tutorials, speedpaints, even just people talking about art programs and tools often helps. There’s a really good website called Skillshare where professional artists make videos to show you in detail how they work and how they produce their art. I’d definitely recommend it. Also just check out art in general, all the time, all kinds of art, different styles. Pay attention to the details that make certain art styles unique and appealing. If you’re self taught like me, trying to figure out how someone produced a certain piece of art, what technique they used, is often the way to learn. 

And last but not least the thing everyone’s sick of hearing but is the ultimate truth so I’m sorry, here it goes: Practice. Draw your heart out. My right wrist sounds like an old creaking door while my left wrist rolls smoothly, there’s a reason for it. (DISCLAIMER DON’T HURT YOURSELF WHILE MAKING YOUR ART OMFG. Get yourself a table of wrist exercises and stretch often.) I draw all the time and I draw every day. Every. Single. Day. I don’t usually take off days, for me an off day means I’m drawing for an hour or two instead of six or nine hours. Practice truly does make perfect, and try to balance the things you’re good at with those you’re not. Practice more the stuff that you’re worst at if you want a balanced skill set. Don’t be scared of trying new things and going out of your comfort zone, otherwise you might get stuck on doing the same thing over and over and will never learn new stuff. There’s nothing to be afraid of, worst case scenario some of your art will suck for a bit but keep at it, and you can be good at just about anything. 

And don’t half ass things. Try to put passion in everything you do. This is harder than it sounds. There might be things you don’t really feel like doing at a certain point in time but even those deserve your full attention. Give it your all and your art will always have that something special! Commit to it, and you’ll achieve anything you want, trust me. 

I hope this was of help in some way? I wish you luck out there doing your art :) 

See you around~


sacarosa  asked:

Hi there! I was wondering.. (sheith family AU) How was the adoption day/moment from the kids view? What where there first thoughts about shiro & keith (individually and as a couple)? Thx so much, I know maybe you're now really into the sheith spiderman au, but I really miss the tenderness of the family au.. /cries in spanish. U re awesome, I love your writing, hugs from far far away.

Naaws, don’t worry I’m not ditching Voltron Fam for Spidey XD

[The Voltron Family] The Adoption Moment from the kids POV


She was three years old when it happened. She had always liked Shiro who was her brother’s doctor friend. For the past few days, people kept on telling her Matt was gone. Matt would always come back after a few hours. Matt always came back.

She didn’t understand what that meant until Shiro said he was gonna be her new Daddy. She initially thought Shiro was joining them, but there was this other guy with long hair who looked at her hesitantly. As if he was afraid of her, which was silly because she had done nothing wrong except bite on stuff.

However, she saw Shiro tell this other man “Go on, you can touch her” with that face she only saw her Papa giving her Mama back then. The long haired man smiled sweetly back and then turned to her with newfound determination.

“Hi, little one. I’m Keith,” the man softly said as he slowly cupped her cheek.

He smelled really nice and the way he touched her cheek made her lean towards the hand even more. She felt relaxed and calm, and judging by the way the man reacted to her? Pidge decided she didn’t hate this guy, she still liked Shiro more though.


He was six years old when it happened. Outside the glass windows were two men looking around in the room, checking out the kids they would like to adopt. Hunk sighed, he knew no one was going to pick him so he continued playing on his own in a corner.

After a while, he looked up again just to check if the couple already left, but he was shocked to see the man with long hair locked eyes on him. He didn’t look mean, in fact, he looked at Hunk with such a huge smile on his face. The man turned to the one he was with and whispered something that made the other one look at him. Hunk was getting nervous so he turned to his toy again.

A few moments after, he took a chance and looked up once again. The two men were talking to Sister Veronica but suddenly the man with long hair slowly turned to the window and saw him looking. It made Hunk jolt in surprise but the man smiled so wide and waved at him.

Hunk couldn’t help but smile back. And for the first time after 30 adoption interviews, Hunk made himself hope.

“I hope I get adopted today,” he muttered to himself, restraining from smiling too wide.


He was five years old when it happened. Hunk was in the room with a married couple for another adoption interview. He felt bad for thinking that he hoped Hunk wouldn’t get adopted because then he’d be left alone in the orphanage. He got along with the other kids just fine, but Hunk was the best.

His thoughts were disrupted when Sister Veronica went inside the playroom and called for him. When he was ushered into the interview room, his heart started to pound so fast. He entered and when he saw Hunk, he quickly ran to hug him so tight. His best friend whispered something to him and he turned to the couple in front of them and Lance dropped his jaw.

The guy with the cool hair looked like Captain America. He loved Captain America. He was everyone’s hero and right now he was smiling down on him and Lance felt so happy. The man beside him though with the long hair looked like Bucky. He didn’t like Bucky. He was mean to Steve in the second movie.

“Hi, you must be Lance. Hunk’s best friend?” Captain America asked.

Lance grinned so wide as he nodded enthusiastically. “Yup!”

bts reacts; you're insecure

heeeeey, heeeey guys!
yes, im back again; 3 days in a row- oosh!
also, before I start this I wanted to say; you are beautiful and there is no need to be insecure because youre perfect, original, unique, gorgeous, amazing, intelligent, creative, wonderful, kind and every other positive adjective you can describe someone with. however, if anyone ever wants to talk, you know where I am :)

Rap Mon-
the moment he hears those negative words falling out his mouth he’d be there for you saying how beautiful you are and how he “doesn’t want anyone else but you, because you’re beautiful and kind. and just perfect in general.”.
this guy would suffocate you in hugs and kisses, and would refuse to let you go until you said you were beautiful and perfect in every single way.
whenever you mentioned how “ugly” or “fat/skinny” you are [bitch, you’re far from it] he’d feel so sad and upset that you can’t realise how beautiful and amazing you are.

“[your name], you’re beautiful. there’s no need for you to be insecure.”

he’d get really emotional, he may even cry the moment he realises that you’d don’t think highly about the way you look. however, at first he’d think you were joking, he’d laugh and tease you but once he realises that you’re not joking and really think that badly about yourself he’d do anything- and I mean anything- to make you change your mind.
tae loves you, and he loves the way you are- inside and out. he’d try and make you laugh, whilst trying to make you feel more confident at the same time. [talk about multitasking]

“girl, you are gawgeous! slay my life.” [yes, gorgeous was supposed to slept like that, it’s supposed to be read with an accent]

suga wouldn’t really know what to do. he be so confused to why you think you’re ugly because he thinks you’re absolutely beautiful, and that’s there’s no one as perfect as you.
he’d sit there and tell you how beautiful you are, and that in his opinion it doesn’t matter how you look it’s about your personality- but your amazingly good looks are a bonus. suga thinks you’re beyond gorgeous and will say anything and do anything to make you see yourself the way he did. and he would say or do anything to make you love yourself the way he loves you.

Originally posted by jhope-shi

hoseok things you’re beautiful, and seriously would be speechless. he wouldn’t know what to say but he’d want to do something to make you feel better. for example; if you were going out he say something like “we don’t have to go if you’re not up to it, I think you look beautiful but if you’re not comfortable we don’t have to.”, or if you were just inside the house he’d hug you and squeeze you until you smiled.
he wouldn’t want to force his opinion on you, he’d want you to find out you’re gorgeous in your own time. not through him ramming it down your throat constantly.

Originally posted by daeguboy

perfect. that’s what he thinks of you. to him you are the definition of perfection, and he would remind you of that every single day hoping that- in time- you would believe him and start to feel good about yourself.
he’d snuggle with you and kiss your cheek, whispering how adorable you are in your ear as you fall asleep. this little smol bean would do anything and everything to make you feel good about yourself.

“baby, have I told you that you look super cute today.”  

he literally wouldn’t say anything. he’d just hug you until you felt better, and if you didn’t end up feeling better he’d still hug you. either until you fall asleep or want to get some food.
after the hugging he’d say how beautiful you are and that you should never ever, ever have to feel bad about yourself because you’re amazing to him.

Originally posted by rapdaegu

he’d be a little irritated that you think that and that you endlessly compare yourself to other girls and idols. he’d say “why are you so insecure? it’s not like you’re actually ugly.” or “stop comparing yourself, it’s annoying. you can never look like them because they’re photo shopped, non of them is natural.”
but after realising that you were really upset about the way you are he’d hug you and apologise for his nasty and unneeded comments. he’d end up talking about how much he loved you, and how perfect you. jungkook would say you’re nothing but beautiful and you shouldn’t think anything different.

Originally posted by mybias-and-i

- so, yeah. hope you enjoy this. and remember; you are beautiful, you are gorgeous and you are unique. there is no reason why you should think any different. thanks for reading! kála

anonymous asked:

hi!! how are you?? your writing is incredible!! i was wondering if you could do a scenario where jungkook falls for a very very shy girl?? or a drabble about what jungkook dating a shy girl would be like?? i'm a very shy jungkook stan so i always imagine what it's like for him to date someone shyer than himself. thank you!! i hope you're having a good day!! xx

and i hope you’ll like my writing too, knowing that rose truly was a lil bit gifted (lmao she’ll kill me). i chose to do a list type of thing because i’m not good with drabbles or scenarios. i might try to do a tiny drabble later, though. :3
i hope you enjoy this, anonie~

(it’s kind of short, sorry for that e_e)


  • first of all, only god knows how you two got together because he’s also a shy bean-
  • wait
  • what’s that sound…? 
  • oh
  • oh nO
  • ok i’m sorry
  • but really though, jungkook is a dipshit and the fact that you are shy would make his ego jump over the roof. someone should put him down that’s why i want him to get a confident girlfriend/boyfriend
  • but yeah back to the drabble
  • first of all (for real this time) jeon jungkook will tease the hell out of you
  • and not cute teasing
  • but annoying and stupid teasing
  • and sometimes he will hurt you by teasing you too much, but it’s okay, jungkook is also very sweet and caring, so he will comfort you and cuddle you and tell you cute things and he won’t tease you for a long time
  • i’m already weak hold me
  • enjoys watching you blush, so will do anything to witness you blushing
  • he will do things like “oh wow look at smol/tol you lemme just get real close so that i can look down at you/see if we are at eye level hah”
  • i hope god is on your side because the smirking galore is literally never ending and you might pass out 
  • i would pass out 
  • he??? smirks every time he catches you looking at him??? AND EVEN BEFORE HE TURNS TO LOOK AT YOU BC HE’S THE GOLDEN MAKNAE AND FEELS AND KNOWS EVERYTHING 
  • (i hate him)
  • will subtly try to feel you up in public and whispers dirty stuff in ur year and then laugh at flustered you (ONLY IF YOU’RE OK WITH THAT OF COURSE) 
  • if you were very shy outside too, don’t worry. he’ll order for you stuff and also pay :)
  • i’m in actual pain jesus christ 
  • he will find you cute nonetheless because he finds your shyness adorable and the faces you pull make his day and he’s fucking lame and whipped 
  • will make you tiny gifts just so he can see your reaction 
  • hopes that you will get over that shy state but doesn’t mind if you don’t
  • introduces you to his friends and when you act all cute he’s literally ‘awww'ing and pulling you into a side-hug, all bunny smile and shit 
  • if you are a smol he will stand tall when you want to kiss him that jerk 
  • if you are a toll then he would run away from you (like, in a playful way. probably wants you to see how shyness looks like idk he’s lame)
  • he’s melting for you anyway, doesn’t matter if you’re tol or smol, because you are so cute he thinks his heart will explode or implode or both when you act all shy and stuff and sometimes he wants to tell you that your cuteness makes his heart do the thing but even if he’s cocky nochu, he’s also shy 
  • like, he would convince you to cuddle, and when he pulled you closed you made this tiny giggle or hid your face in his chest or something and wow he’s in fucking lovE
  • don’t get me wrong 
  • he’ll be cocky like 80% of the day 
  • but he’s also sweet like 5% and memey 15% 
  • so he’s forgiven 
  • btw you either get that killer smirk or that big big big bunny smile but it’s good anyway i guess
  • god, please love him i swear he loves you even if he acts like an asshole he’s super cute and scared so protect that tiny lil human bean

sorry for being so aggressive but i get full of emotions when i write about kook and i wanna explode bc bruh he’s perfect wtf

~ admin alexa

This Probably Won't Cheer You Up at All
  • <p> <b></b> • Back in MyStreet Where We See Travis, Dante, Katelyn, Kawaii~Chan, and Laurance Playing Cards Together •<p/><b>Travis:</b> Man, it's suddenly got boring without the others here.<p/><b>Katelyn:</b> Yeah, you're right.<p/><b>Dante:</b> They're so lucky though! They don't have to deal with anything!<p/><b>Kawaii~Chan:</b> Kawaii~Chan suggests that we should go visit them soon.<p/><b>Laurance:</b> Yeah, it'd be nice to see them again.<p/><b>Travis:</b> Now that I think about it, I wonder how they're doing?<p/><b></b> • Meanwhile •<p/><b>Aaron:</b> *falls off a fucking cliff*<p/><b></b> • Back at MyStreet •<p/><b>Dante:</b> They're probably having a great time together!<p/><b></b> ~~~~~<p/><b></b> I'm so sorry I just needed something to cheer me up, okay?!<p/><b></b> aaron why ;-;<p/></p>
Drowning (Rick Sanchez X Reader?)

This is my first so uhmmmmmmm help me and give criticism or whatever…..

Oh… This might be sad. Just saying. And swearing and stuff… Mentions of rape and abuse… And suicide? Yep. SFW… I think? Uhhhsend me prompts or something please. It can be whatever gender, situation or whatnot. Just… Something?

Also, this isn’t C-137.. ok?
Rick rolled onto his side once more, his hair sticking up into the air, a mess. His eyes were bloodshot and his breath was akin the weak buzzing of bees. His hands clenched onto the bedsheets under him, and his eyes slammed shut.

He wanted to curl into a ball and die. He wanted to believe in a god, just so he could blame him or fate for all of his misfortune. He wanted to rip everything to pieces, including himself.

He was so stupid. So fucking stupid. After everything he had been through in life. After everything he had done, and seen. After all that he had killed, or left behind, and this is what had broken him.

She was so beautiful. Her hair was soft, and her skin glowed in the light. Her eyes were filled with warmth and a love beyond anything Rick could comprehend. And he had broken her.

She had come to him one night, broken, bloody. Her eyes were so intense. They locked on him as she spoke to him of her troubles.

“I’m so sorry Rick, to come to you like this. But I had nowhere else to go. You’re my only friend.” Her words were so sincere, and broken. She sounded defeated as she sobbed into his chest.

He loved those broken sounds.

He should have known then to back off. Just stop. No one needed to know. No one needed to get hurt.

But Rick didn’t stop. He wanted a control he had never had before. And it was so easy.

She had fallen so quick too. He charmed her with his jokes, and adventures into the stars. He was quick to prove his strength and his worth. And every time she was ready to go, he would guilt trip her into staying. He was an awful creature.

She was less than half his age too. She was in mid college, ready to be a doctor, determined to help the world. She was so intelligent.

Three months into the game, she quit school for him. Years of studying and hard work down the drain, because she loved him.

He drugged her once. Had her beautiful body to himself. He didn’t like it all too much though, deciding it would be better if she were awake.

He was an awful man. And he knew it too. His family wasn’t really aware, only noticing marks on her wrists, or a hoarse voice when she came to dinner. Morty had once brought the subject of their relationship up, but Rick quickly turned it down.

She loved him. And now she was gone.

She went in her sleep. Pills or something in his workspace.

He hated himself. And it was all his fault.

He thought of a conversation she had had with him once, before all of it.

“You know Rick,” She started,her voice soft, her eyes looking to the distance. “Love is like drowning.”

Rick had scoffed, not believing in love, ashe had told her before.

“It is. Honestly. You get so devoted to someone, you’re willing to do anything, knowing it might never be returned. Like parents are for children. They love them, never expecting love in return, not truly anyway. But once you're​ in, you just suffocate yourself in them, and your failures. You want them so badly, and you lose yourself trying. But for some I would say it’s different.” She was gone then, lost in her own thoughts, leaving Rick to wonder where she had gotten that from.

And she was always drowning.

What an awful man.

Uhm… Also someone send me a thing showing me how to italicize or something. I am so awkward……

Uh. Yeh.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're still taking prompts, but perhaps Yondu (in an AU where he survives, of course) meeting Grandpa Quill? I saw an interview from the first movie where James Gunn implies that Grandpa Quill actually saw Peter being abducted and has been waiting all this time for him to come back, and it made me wonder how he'd react to the return of not just his grandson, but also his abductor.

Even with his relatively limited understanding of Terran culture, Yondu could tell that the farm had seen better days. He and Peter had landed the Milano in the woods, and now they walked through long grass towards the small white dwelling with the peeling paint.

Peter had a stunned, wide-eyed look, gazing around at the overgrown fields and the disintegrating Terran machinery. There were some large herbivores in one of the fields – Yondu’s careful look didn’t reveal claws or long teeth, so he tentatively classified them as harmless – and small feathered bipeds that scattered from their path as they approached the white hut.

“The lady in town said Grandpa still lives out here,” Peter said softly. “Listen, you didn’t have to come. You could go back to the Quadrant in orbit –”

“Ain’t the way I want to handle this,” Yondu said. “You was right, when you said what you said back on the Eclector, all them years back –”

“Excuse me?” Peter theatrically cupped his hand around his ear. “Did you just say I was right? Sorry, I gotta make a note of this on my calendar –”

Yondu whistled. The arrow zipped out of its holster to hover in front of the brat’s face.

“Hey!” Peter yelped. He grabbed the arrow, between the glowing hot patches behind the head and farther back on the shaft, and pushed it back in Yondu’s direction, utterly unswayed by the implied threat. “Nobody on Earth has one of these, I mean, were you not listening at all to anything that Fury guy told us?”

Yondu snorted and whistled the arrow back to its holster. “Point is, I did take you away from your family on this planet. Your momma’s daddy, he’s got every right to demand compensation from me. From us, the Ravagers. It’s only right I negotiate that with him.”

And besides, what he didn’t want to say was that he liked seeing where Peter had come from. He’d seen it once before, but it didn’t mean anything to him then – not back then, when Peter Quill was just a name on a list.

“You know,” Peter said, with a wary sidelong glance at the arrow as Yondu’s coat fell to cover it again, “I still think you’re looking at this the wrong way. My grandpa’s not gonna want – er – payment for you taking me off Earth as a kid. He’s not gonna be real happy to see you.”

“Ain’t a whole lot of people greet Ravagers with open arms.”

“Yeah … well … look, just stay behind me, okay?” Peter said over his shoulder, mounting the creaking porch steps. “Humans don’t usually – we aren’t used to people with blue skin around here, okay? I don’t want to cause any –”

He stopped talking because the flimsy-looking door had popped open a few inches and what was unmistakably the muzzle of some kind of Terran weapon stuck out. And this wasn’t some cheap-ass toy of a weapon, based on the size of the hole in the muzzle. If this was a projectile weapon, like most of the Terran weapons Yondu’d had a chance to examine so far, that was one hell of a large projectile, definitely enough to make a large hole in some trusting idjit’s rib cage.

Which was why he grabbed Peter’s arm and yanked him out of the way, as the muzzle swung to point at Yondu’s chest.

“Hey!” Peter squawked. “Hey! Nobody’s gettin’ shot, okay? Gramps – Gramps, it’s me.”

“Me who?” came a harsh voice from inside. Yondu’s implant picked up the Terran language and made it sound vaguely like the native language on Rorandar, a farm planet on the outskirts of the Kree Empire, for some damn reason.

“Me, Peter,” said Peter. “Um, Peter Quill? Meredith’s son?”

A long silence; then the door cracked open a little further, and a sharp blue eye peeked out. “And sayin’ that’s who you are, which I’m not sayin’ yet, who or what in the hell is that?”

“This is my, uh.” Peter glanced at Yondu, and Yondu could see him go through a whole lot of mental contortions before he said, with hardly a trace of embarrassment (but very definitely not looking at Yondu as he said it), “This is my dad. From space. Just like Mom always said. Can we come in, please?”

Further silence, further staring from that one eye, and then the door opened all the way and the shrunken, elderly Terran lowered his weapon and pushed the door open. He stared at them for a long time, and then he said, “C'mon in. There’s coffee.”

My Love Letter to the Eorzean Art Exchange

As you all probably know by now, this past EAE was its last. And there’s been a lot of discussion going around about pisspoor attitudes in the FFXIV artist community, and how the ONLY TWO people who ran the EAE were seriously mistreated.

This is a huge problem, and I’m very disheartened to hear the things that have been said, not only about the AGAIN, TWO PEOPLE who ran the EAE, but also about the wonderful artists who dedicated themselves to producing something for someone else.

You’ve probably already seen things about that. I’m not here to talk about it.

Instead, I’m here to talk about how much the EAE meant to me.

I wasn’t part of it until its 2nd go. I’d never really done much as an artist before. Drawing was something I did a lot as a kid, but aside from one lone art class in college, I’d never had any formal training. Digital art was something I’d never tried, save for a brief foray in my youth in which I dubbed it “too hard.” So, when about a year and a half ago I finally purchased a tablet again, my art world changed from something I farted around with every eon or so to a real hobby I enjoyed.

I don’t consider myself an amazing artist (does any artist, really?) but I hear I’ve grown a lot. And, it’s true. My art has come a looooong long way from when I first struggled with learning how to digitally paint. And you can see it in the EAE pieces I did. Because my first one came not more than a month after I’d first gotten my hands on that tablet.

There was no judgment in the EAE. Not from the process. I stepped in, fumbling my way through with all the exhuberant enthusiasm of someone who was finally getting to do something. I’d never done an exchange like this- nor ever. Most probably wouldn’t have let me in. But in the EAE, I was as much an artist as any, and I was given the wonderful gift of getting to do something for someone else.

It was the best. Drawing someone’s character as a surprise- trying to capture the essence and give them something they’d like. It was a chance to spread my wings, to try something new, and to give a little bit of myself to a stranger and hope they’d come away happy.

I think they did- or at least I hope. But no matter what, all four times I particpated in the EAE felt like Christmas.

Getting someone new to paint. Putting out the drawing. Seeing the gallery spread out like a showcase. It was a celebration of us, the artists, the people in this community, drawings so lovingly presented from all skill levels.

From all. That’s the most important part of the EAE. As adults, we can lose touch with our hobbies when we feel we’re just not good enough. We become harder on ourselves, the self-conscious critic that never stymied us when we were young and couldn’t color between the lines. And so, we disconnect, because we become so attached to the quality we fail to love the process. To love our work. And to love ourselves.

But in the EAE no one was excluded. All were welcome. Because we all are artists.

The, again, two people who put on the EAE never failed to put their best foot forward. They were some of the kindest, most understanding organizers I’d ever had the fortune of interacting with. I knew multiple people who struggled to get their pieces out on time for one reason or another, but the EAE was nothing but supportive. Even when putting together a truly massive exchange, and all for us.

It’s easy to underestimate, standing from the outside, how much work goes into producing a collaborative community project like that. It’s easy to take it for granted. 

But they did their best, and they did it well. And they gave this wonderful gift to the community five times, despite how hard it must have been- and how thankless such a job can be.

So, I’m thanking them now. Thank you for bringing this to us. Thank you for all your hard work, your passion, your energy. Your tireless support of all artists in the FFXIV community no matter where they’re at in their journey, your genuine care of others, your commitment in seeing your vision real.

The EAE may be over. But I hope your passion is not.

It really meant the world to me.

Signs as Echosmith lyrics
  • Aries: I got your hand in my hand. No drinks inside. It's how we start a fire, with a natural high.
  • Taurus: Her beauty's a wonder,makes him forget about the end cause when it's all over who's really gonna care?
  • Gemini: They're driving fast cars, but they don't know where they're going. In the fast lane, living life without knowing.
  • Cancer: Don't come looking for me. You're better off not knowing. Cause your own story. Is the safest place you'll ever be
  • Leo: Give me your heart, and I'll give you my love. It's a work of art, when you shine like the sun. So give your heart to me
  • Virgo: Who are they, with their so-called innovations? They hold on, like they found their own salvation.
  • Libra: I searched valleys and mountaintops. Rolling hills and ticking clocks were all I heard, all that sound never thought love could be found
  • Scorpio: They were made for each other. They knew it was right. So sick of this ghost town. So they ran off in the night
  • Sagittarius: This is a good day, this is a good sign. You've got green eyes and I've got sunrise
  • Capricorn: We've got hopes on the horizon. We can't stop from climbing the mountain.
  • Aquarius: She sees them walking in a straight line, that's not really her style. And they all got the same heartbeat, but hers is falling behind.
  • Pisces: We're talking dreams baby. We'll cut the strings maybe. Through rose-colored lenses
  • Ed: *about to kill Oswald again*
  • Oswald: 657 Fifth St.
  • Ed: What?
  • Oswald: 657 Fifth St... Apartment 201.
  • Ed: ......
  • Oswald: It's where you're staying. Have been for the last two weeks at the least.
  • Ed: And?
  • Oswald: Aren't you wondering how I know that?
  • Ed: .............
  • Oswald: It's because I was there. I got in through your fire escape while your guard was taking a bathroom break. I came into your room while you were sleeping. I held a gun to your head .... I could have killed you.
  • Ed: Then why didn't you?
  • Oswald: ..... I couldn't ...
  • Ed: ...........
  • Oswald: *shrugs* I couldn't do it.
  • Ed: I tried to kill you ...
  • Oswald: You did ... And by all rights I should have pulled the trigger.
  • Ed: Then why didn't you?
  • Oswald: Because I still love you .... Isn't that crazy?
Shit People Say After You Tell Them Your Sign
  • *actual events by actual people
  • Aries: "Damn that explains your muscles"
  • "No wonder you have a temper hahahhhaa ok don't hit me"
  • "But you don't like sports????"
  • Taurus: "Okay nice so are you hungry now?"
  • "But you can't even decide what shoes to wear today wut"
  • "but you're always too lazy to argue COME ON FIGHT ME"
  • Gemini: "Lmao you two-faced hoe what did I tell you"
  • "Okay but if like you have a pair of gemini twins...would they both have one face each or four"
  • "You're loyal for one OR ARE YOU hmmmmm"
  • Cancer: "I've never seen you cry though"
  • "Stay away from me I might get cancer"
  • "You're not even selfish thoughhhhh"
  • "That's why you a thot"
  • Virgo: "But you never study wut"
  • "You don't even clean your room this is a lie"
  • "So are you a eternally a virgin or"
  • Libra: "This is why you can't decide on what to eat. Like, ever."
  • "What happens if two libras go on a date omfg how to you choose where to go fuck this is giving ME a headache"
  • "I don't care if you flirt with everyone don't steal my gurl fam"
  • Scorpio: "But you're so nice"
  • "Is this why you're always dressed like you're going to a funeral ahaaa- okay sorry"
  • "That explains your horrifying tweet damn"
  • Sagittarius: "Stop liking every girl you meet man you're more of a hoe than libra"
  • "But you're scared of heights"
  • "But you don't even go out of your room what do you mean adventure is this a sick joke"
  • Capricorn: "But you is the biggest party peep I know"
  • "no wonder you do so well without studying fuck you"
  • "is this why you never find dates"
  • Aquarius: " what does your sign do"
  • "Aren't you basically Sagittarius? What's the difference"
  • "...okay nice"
  • Pisces: "isn't that why you're so adorable awwwWWW"
  • "so are you and cancer like. TItanic buddies"
  • "Wow all my pisces friends are art people how are you good at science"

anonymous asked:

headcanon: imagine Rhodey just looking at Tony one day and being like "god, tony, you're so pretty"

Anon, what the hell are you doing in my head and how the hell did you get there?

I have had this thought for the past few days, where I wondered if anyone ever told Tony how gorgeous he is, how beautiful, because my headcanon is that it’s always some leering and cocky lines on partys and gatherings and Tony doesn’t even know how beautiful he is.

And I figure this is after the Civil War, where Tony mostly feels broken and sad, worthless, cause everything crumbled around him.

But then there is Rhodey, who sits on the couch in Tony’s workshop and watches him work and invent and just be himself and when Tony glances at him Rhodey just goes ‘God, Tony, you are so pretty’.

Tony blushes and probably doesn’t think anything of it, cause people have called him that before, but Rhodey doesn’t let it go because he’s Rhodey and he has a knack for these things; for all things concerning Tony.

So he just continues; calls him gorgeous when Tony stumbles into the kitchen the next morning, calls him beautiful when he is laughing at something Dum-E did and Tony slowly starts to blush with every compliment Rhodey gives him.

He cracks when they are cuddling on the couch and Rhodey has his arm securely around his middle and whispers ‘You are so damn beautiful’ into Tony’s hair.

Tony squirms around a bit and then quietly asks Rhodey to stop, cause it’s not true anyway, he is too broken to be beautiful, let alone gorgeous, but Rhodey cuts him off by pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and then murmurs right against his mouth just how beautiful Tony is to him and Tony continues to blush and blush.

The blushing never really ends after that, because Rhodey makes a point to tell Tony at least once a day.

technicallychiefthing  asked:

Hi, Marc! I was just wondering how much specific planning goes into each season. Do you guys plan the overall arc (I.E., Prometheus and his endgame) and fill in the blanks as you go, or do you start and let the story tell you where you're going to end?

For each season, we spend a month ahead of time working out an overall gameplan.  There are always some blanks, but for the most part we adhere to that plan.  In the case of Season 5, we knew where the season would end up and the big takeaways.

things my favorite fob songs remind me of
  • w.a.m.s: sleepless nights, grabbing fistfuls of your own hair out of frustration, leather boots, fucking because it's as close as you can get to love
  • tiffany blews: bonfires, the dead of night, two people falling apart at each other's hands, self-destruction, runny mascara, glinting eyes, going 100 mph through hairpin turns
  • west coast smoker: fistfights, defiance shining in your eyes, white knuckles, ruthlessness, wide aggressive smiles, ripped jeans, crumpled packs of cigarettes, cockiness masking terror
  • headfirst slide into cooperstown: old love that won't die, twisted thoughts, going back to bad habits, gold rings, sitting in long grass at sunset in the middle of summer
  • the carpal tunnel of love: crumpled and torn love letters, wondering how things got so vicious, kisses with lots of teeth, broken bottles, metal glinting silver in moonlight
  • i slept with someone in fall out boy: heavy makeup, quickies in alleyways, hearts beating hard, feeling unclean, loving the body and hating the person, sabotage and revenge
  • dance, dance: arguments all the time except when you're making love, scars words can't fix, the leftover confetti after a big celebration, smiles hiding misery, the resentment of being shorted what you deserve
  • where did the party go: the crash after a party, neon lights, cigarette smoke, swirling heads, not letting go of what you should, hopeless love, nostalgia
  • my songs know what you did in the dark: gasoline, crazy smiles, flickering streetlights, bared teeth, god complexes, clenched fists, prominent veins
  • just one yesterday: holy water, rose-colored glasses, burning old love letters, confidence masking insecurity, revolvers stuffed into waistbands, grabbing someone by the collar to kiss them
  • fourth of july: apology letters never sent, lighting matches, knowing there is no second chance, a lump in your throat, turning away so they won't see you cry

hbujustin  asked:

Omg hi ! Can i first just say I can't get over your stories and I love them soooo much !! I was wondering if you could do a ambw loco imagine where you're at the studio flirting with dean and he puts you in your place, roughly *wink wink*


“Dean~ stop!” You whined gently crawling onto the singer’s lap trying to get your phone back. He laughed lifting up your phone higher snooping around into your photo gallery making little ‘o’s’ and ‘ahs’ at you. It was just something he did whenever you came to the AOMG studio and he was there. Which you teased Jay was so much you didn’t understand how come Dean just didn’t sign with them. You typically stayed in Hyukwoo’s room because he was your boyfriend so you were always with him. But Dean would always come lurking around and end up sitting with you, annoying you to no end or doing his very best to fluster you. Today was no different. He was teasing you about the countless photos that you had taken and yes, a bit was provocative because you wanted to tease Loco at work, but in your defense, you had on most of your clothes. At least until Dean figured out how to find your privacy lock that you had on some of the photos. You were in Dean’s lap wrestling with him for your phone, legs straddled on either side of him when said boyfriend walked through the door with Gray ready to rip Dean’s head off.

“Aye, what the fuck is going on here?” Loco asked letting his voice raise a bit. You jumped slightly in Dean’s lap looking back at your boyfriend who was staring at you waiting for an answer. He was never like this, usually he was happy go lucky and he loved smiling and making people laugh. But here he was pissed, a jealous boyfriend and you had to admit it was a fucking turn on.

“I needed to get what was mine.” You muttered flicking your tongue against your bottom lip staying perched where you were. You were a tease yes, and you never regretted playing with fire because he for the most part let you off. Even if he gave you the silent treatment it didn’t last long before he was back to holding and kissing you like nothing ever happened. But you must have not noticed how Dean was staring at your brown skin, the tips of your mounds poking out from the low-cut tank top that gave him a good view. Not to mention that the shorts you had on were rising up your smooth brown skin, your hair you left in curls today deciding not to straighten it out because it was just too hot outside. And your pouty lips, Dean just wanted to kiss him but he knew you were with Loco so he never approached you, just secretly flirted with you like now while the male was gone.

“Did you need to get it while you were on his lap?” Loco asked crossing his arms over his chest and suddenly you felt like a scolded child who wanted her way.

“As a matter of fact, I did.” You glowered at him letting your hands rest on Dean’s chest because why not see how far you could push him? It was not a good idea. Dean brought his hands up to your thigs, an automatic response from the position and the look on Hyukwoo’s face made you regret everything you said but you weren’t backing down. You saw his eyes lock onto Dean’s hand for a split second and he didn’t say anything. Lifting an eyebrow, he cleared his throat locking his jaw before he opened his mouth to speak.

“Alright, everyone but Y/N get out.” Loco muttered and when no one moved he raised his voice. “Do I need to fucking repeat myself? Dean get the fuck out. Gray take him in your room entertain him because I’m close to making some remarks I’ll regret later.” No matter how much Dean liked to flirt he was still a man and he wanted to respect Loco so he pushed you off of him gently, his hands on your hips only to make sure you didn’t fall but that only upset Loco more causing a deep growl to rumble from his chest. Dean placed your phone in your lap giving an apologetic smile before he ran past Loco not even looking in his direction. Loco slammed the door looking at you after he turned his hat on backwards.

“What the hell Hyukwoo!” You shouted at him standing up as well walking a few feet from him. “How dare you be so mean to him!”

“How dare I? How fucking dare I? No how fucking dare YOU sit on another man’s lap like it’s ok especially when that man is eye fucking you every time you look off.” Loco pointed a finger at you and you knew he was pissed but once again you were the type to try and get out of it and today would be no different.

“You have all these girls eye fucking you on stage and I have to put up with it!” You pouted still shouting but it turned into a whine trying to give a cute approach.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He stared letting his eyes bare into yours, his dark brown orbs seemed to be on fire by the way he was watching you. “You are always complaining and bitching about my fans and how they eye fuck me! I barely can sing to a girl in the audience without you getting pissed off and thinking I’m leaving you because I show attention to people!” He had a point, which pissed you off and made you go for a second defense.

“You’re always on Hoody!” You brought her up. “And I don’t fucking bitch watch your mouth Hyukwoo don’t piss me off.” You threatened bracing your feet because you didn’t want to step closer.

“I fucking said it already. Hoody is my friend! And she is the only fucking girl here! What do you want me to say we all talk to her and if I wanted anyone other than the one in front of me bitching me out I would be with them.” He reminded stepping closer to you.

“Don’t call me a bitch.”

“I said you were bitchy. Don’t like it?” He asked stepping closer moving you back a bit.

“Fuck you. I’m not bitchy or a bitch. You’re the bitchy one here.” You taunted back balling up your hands because you were passed embarrassed and upset at the fact that he didn’t let you win.

Loco chuckled roughly grabbing you by your shirt he crashed his lips against yours before he was making his way to push you against the mixer board your stomach pressed against different dials and controls as he bent you over, your heart rate spiked up because you didn’t expect him to do such a thing, teeth clamped between your lips you were a screaming mess once he hit your ass. His hand landing down on your right ass cheek before he would move to the left and alternate not stopping until his hand was close to numb and your ass looked like it was turning red as well as your legs. With one hand moving up he harshly gripped at your hair making you arch your back as his free hand gripped onto your ass cheek pulling it and pressing you back close to him.

“What are you then? A slut? A fucking little whore that just likes to be in guys laps hmm?” He teased you knowing that it turned you on and you hated it when he called you such things because it wasn’t supposed to turn you on.

“N-no I’m not!” You pouted squirming as he kept you arched, your panties were slowly soaking as he ground his hips against yours letting your ass cheek go only to grab it again and slap it watching the flesh jiggle.

“Could’ve fooled me. I think you are. I think you’re a fucking dirty slut who doesn’t know how to only please one dick. So how are you going to please two? Every time I push in you need to adjust. But that’s ok, you want to act like my dirty little slut. I’ll treat you like one.” His words made your stomach knot up. It had been so long since you too had indulged in the act of angry sex. Rough fucking without the love making just an urge to feel and be felt. Loco moved his hand from your hair to grip at your shorts and pull them down your legs. You squirmed and moved trying to put up a little fight but it was all for the fun of it, you wanted it and he knew you were soaked for him. Loco placed his hand on the dip of your lower back keeping you trapped in place as he undid his zipper pulling his hard dick out of his jeans but keeping them fastened.

Loco slipped your panties to the side holding onto them he looked down at your wet slit tapping his dick against your wet soaked out slit chuckling as he teased you. “Oh, so you’re not daddy’s little slut huh? Then why are you wet?” He asked whispered against your ear. His dick dragging against your folds, his tip rubbing against your pussy as he spread your legs wider with his own. Whimpers dragged from your lips as you placed your hands on the clear glass in front of you shutting your eyes you tried not to rock your hips backwards for him but that was not an easy task. Still you didn’t speak and Loco was glad that you were defiant because he had a trick up his sleeve. “Alright then baby girl.”

With that one phrase, he moved his hips to drag his member back and plunge into your pussy causing your body to give a harsh jerk and lurch forward. He chuckled lazily, letting his hand hold onto your hip as the other one went to grab at your hair again. He didn’t waste any time pounding into your tight little pussy, the feeling and stretch alone had you ready to cum. Your breath was starting to leave your body, your hands were starting to slip down the glass from the sweat. Your lust blown eyes were closed and your lips were parted. His name ended up rolling off of your tongue as he switched his angle aiming for your spot. Once he found it he missed it on purpose, basking in the feeling of your warm tight walls clamping down on his thick erection that was throbbing inside of you. Hyukwoo moved his hand up to let go of your hips and reach it around towards your pussy, letting his fingers rub at your wet pink bud as he worked his hips against yours. His other hand left your hair and traveled to around your neck where he squeezed lightly applying pressure. His hips sped up and he was slamming into you purposefully missing your spot so that he could punish you for what you did. His mouth parted as he chanted your name, letting the sweat drip off his forehead he knitted his eyebrows together focusing on how good it felt to pound at your wet insides that dripped down his dick and onto his balls. Looking down at you with hooded eyes Hyukwoo squeezed a little harder at your neck to cut off your air rolling his hips he tried to fuck you into the mixer board knowing that you were going to be sore after this. Once he was sure he was close to cumming he started to fuck you against your spot. Your mouth dropped open as louder cries erupted from your lips. You were so frustrated with him because it felt so good, how he drug himself against your walls and how you could feel all of him, his veins his throbbing length. It made your eyes scream in complete euphoria. You knew at any time you were going to cum soon for him, you loved it when he choked you or pulled your hair or did anything to make you feel like he was in control. Your hips slapped back against his as his thrusts became erratic and you knew he wasn’t going to last long. His fingers rubbing harder at your clit, in a circular fast motion that made you squirm and grit your teeth. Hyukwoo gave it a few more thrusts until he was spilling his cum inside of your pussy with a moan, he moved his hand from your clit and angled his hips so that he was no longer pressing against your spot as his hips surged forward and he buried his cum inside of you. He pulled back quickly so that you couldn’t even cum, smiling as his cum trickled down your parted legs. You were wobbling against his mixer board and he couldn’t help but take his phone out and take a picture of you. Leaning down he pulled up your shorts and moved your panties back to place before he fixed himself up.

“You’re not going to finish me off?” You asked him horrified as he walked towards the door panting with a lazy smile on his face biting his lips. You could feel his cum continuing to seep out of your pussy, and you were so mad you felt like you could cry. He had never done this to you before.

“Baby girls usually don’t cum unless the daddy thinks they deserve to. And you baby girl have been one naughty vixen for a while now. So now, you don’t get to cum until later maybe. And if you touch yourself, I will always know. So, I suggest you place night and wait for daddy to get back.” Hyukwoo chuckled as he opened the door walking out before he snapped his fingers turning to your flustered upset state against the mixer board. “Call Dean if you want to. I’m sure he would love to keep you company.” Sending you a kiss he walked out the room and you threw a silent temper tantrum waiting for the moment you could retaliate or beg for forgiveness.