i am just doing weird stuff

anonymous asked:

aaaa could you draw some allura?

i can always draw my God Damn Daughter 

heeyyyy just here to say that i have no control over how redbubble sends/makes the stuff i sell there

if your order is late/has not arrived/the colors came out too dark/etc then i am very sorry but i seriously can’t tell redbubble to do anything about it

hope u guys understand!! again, i’m really really sorry ;;;v;;;


Being cute and interacting with fans, Detroit, 8/29/15

The signs while stoned

aries: “this is stupid, where’s the alcohol”
taurus: *opens fridge and eats everything*
gemini: “this stuff smells, but it makes me feel good so idk”
cancer: “wow did I just laugh for once” “am I actually happy” “what is this feeling”
leo: *plays video game without blinking for hours*
virgo: “why did I do this” “why do I feel like this” “I feel funny” “guys when will this end”
libra: doesn’t stop talking (probably about something they love)
scorpio: “I really want to have sex right now”
sagittarius *doing something weird (but funny) af in the corner of the room*
capricorn: chillin, randomly giggles
aquarius: *thinks of some complex theoretical idea* *blows mind of person sitting next to them*
pisces: *scrolls through social media quietly laughing*

Call Out Post For The HP RP Community

I am really concerned, because you guys just have a tone of weird stuff lying around, like one person says “Lets do lion king” and within minuets all of you have feathered hats, and ears, and the perfect makeup. How the fuck do you have that just lying around? 

@siriusly-not-over-remus @asktheboywholived @wallyscags-patronus @lifeasamarauder @ohtheclevernessofme1972 I’d tag more, but I’m tired.


But I’ve been living on the crumbs of your love
And I’m starving now

Yes Ma’am (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Wow is Bucky really getting a lot of love haha I feel as if I’m slowly becoming a Bucky blog😅 Anyways, here’s a slightly shorter one, enjoy!!

Request: Helloo love :) Would you do an imagine where a Girl moves into an Apartment just besides the one of Bucky Barnes. He sees her carrying all her stuff around and as soon as he sees her face, they both fell in love at first sight and since then the romance carries on and she accepts him just the way he is ? :) I hope that is not weird :) Thank you so much :)

You struggled to hold up two of the boxes with your things inside as you tried to look at where you were going at the same time. You sighed, questioning all your life decisions.

Why did I think that the apartment at the highest floor is the best?

Keep reading

Walk through

Every month, my agency does a walk through. They peek in every room and closet and open cabinets at random.

They ask me to keep the kids occupied in the living room while they do it. I always laugh and say oh the kids want to come because I feel weird about people going through my stuff when I’m not there.

Anyway. On the phone with my agency yesterday, I mentioned that we might have someone come look at the washing machine while she was there. She said, “Perfect! While you’re busy I can do the walk through.”

I mentioned that she should wait because I feel uncomfortable having her go through my stuff when I’m not there and she was taken aback.

Am I being weird? Should I feel comfortable with my agency going through my stuff when I’m not in the same room as them?

I know it makes me seem guilty when I’m not. It just makes me feel…weird. And it makes me feel weirder that they prefer I not be there. Like, what am I getting in the way of? What would they do if I wasn’t there? Dig through my shit?

Adventures with the Guy at the Coffee Shop, Pt 2
  • Me: Large coffee, please.
  • Guy:
  • Me:
  • Guy: ...You really like this stuff?
  • Me: You mean...do I like coffee?
  • Guy: Yea!
  • Me: Yea, I like coffee dude, that's why I order it
  • Guy: That's so weird.
  • Me:
  • Guy:
  • Me:
  • Guy:
  • Me: Did you really just say it's weird that I like coffee? You work in a coffee shop?
  • Guy: I know, and it's just so weird. You seem too young to like coffee.
  • Me: I'm 30-
  • Guy: -NO WAY!!!!!!! YOU LOOK LIKE...NOT 30!!!! I AM TRIPPING OUT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!
  • Me: ...Thanks. So, i'll take a donut as well. I like those because they also taste good to me.
  • Guy: Well yea, donuts are great. I just thought coffee was like an old person acquired taste. But turns out you like- ARE kinda old, man!
  • Guy 2: Oh my God. Miss you are NOT old. Please have a nice day, this good tasting coffee is on me.

hey send me some jd prompts and stuff to draw because im procrastinating on OTHER overdue art prompts 

Holy moly, The Beast Peddler turned six years old yesterday and I just totally forgot about it!

There was a time when I just made weird things at night and on weekends. Six years and over six hundred seventy five mandrakes later, and I do this nonsense all day now. Thank you to everyone who has adopted a beast, liked a post or even thought good things in our direction. Without you all I wouldn’t be where I am, so thank you so much! ♥♥♥

So, here to more weird stuff! Here’s Wendy the pumpkid for you, and I’ll have a Thing™ to give away in the next day or so. Thanks lovelies!

anonymous asked:

Have you ever considered a death note tumblr meet up?

Ahh… what?

A Death Note one? So if we sort it by fandom do we get longer in the ball pit?

I suppose there is nothing stopping a meet up, for us in the same country at least, apart from deadlines, commitments, travel… But it would be fun I guess? I have met another user on here briefly at a con once but I was as awkward as ever.

There are a few English users (I’m saying England here because no one lives in N.Ireland) I have spoken to but none to the degree as those overseas, but still it would be nice to meet them I guess? I’d be awkward af?? What would we do??? What is this????

What is happening?


Imagine James and Sirius following Severus when he starts sneaking off suspiciously on weekends and discovering something surprising.

“Look, I’m just saying when a bloke sneaks off that often he’s usually trying to hide something big.”  Sirius insisted as the two sat alone at two am in the Common room.

Remus and Peter had gone off to bed around midnight but Sirius was persistent about James hearing him out.

“And just what do you suppose he could be hiding?” James inquired skeptically.

“You know what sort of stuff he’s in to…” Sirius hissed. “And the sort he hangs around.”

“He’s just weird.” James shrugged. “That doesn’t make him dangerous.”

“Still, every week, like clockwork? It couldn’t hurt to check it out.” Sirius eyed him and James thought a moment before sighing.

“I guess we could look into it, but we’ll have to be careful about it.” he warned. “if you’re right, who knows what he could be doing. We’ll take the invisibility cloak to be safe”

So they waited for Saturday afternoon to roll around lazily, when the students would be allowed to Hogsmead village.

Despite being an obvious odd duck, Snape was difficult to track as he took sharp, sudden corners and back alleys, as if he knew he was being followed.

The two finally followed him into a shady looking pub on the edge of the village, filled with the sorts that one wouldn’t find in Honeydukes or The Three Broomsticks.

Despite his age, Severus wasn’t stopped by anyone as he approached the bar, tailed by the two classmates under the cloak who grew increasingly interested in the mystery of their schoolmate.

“You know where it is.” The gruff looking barkeep eyed the lanky boy and shifted his eyes to a back room.

He muttered a thanks and swept back quickly, so fast that the two boys had to squeeze through the door before it closed again and just barely made it through.

In the backroom was a dirty fireplace with a pot of grey ash on a table beside it. Severus sighed and took a handful of dust and approached the fireplace with a sense of routine about him, movements almost robotic in their steadiness.

“Spinner’s End” He spoke clearly and dropped the ash before disappearing in a whoosh of green fire that enveloped him but didn’t leave a single burn.

As soon as he left James tossed off the cloak, “did you catch that?” He turned to Sirius who nodded.

“Yeah, wonder what’s on Spinner’s End.” He breathed before grabbing a handful of ash. “Only one way to find out.”

With a shared nod the two entered and repeated the words before dropping the dust and being whisked away to a dark and dirty alley way unfamiliar to them both.

The air was thick with smog and the sounds from a far off mill could be heard just over the chatter of the afternoon.

“Where is he?” James asked and Sirius peered down the alley and caught the edge of a black cloak flitting just around the corner.

“That way, fast.” They ran down the cobblestone road, their subject just within eyesight until they paused as Severus slowed down in front of a dark house that loomed ominously over the street.

“What’s he doing?”

“I’m not sure.” James whispered as Severus fumbled in his pockets for a heavy metal key which he jiggled in the unreliable lock of the door.

“I think he’s trying to pick the lock.”

Sirius squinted and frowned. “A break in?”

“Didn’t think him the type.”

The door opened unwillingly when Severus, with a grunt of effort and frustration, rammed his shoulder on the panel and the lock gave with a click.

As the door closed the two drew their wands and approached the house slowly.

“What do we do?” James asked and Sirius listened carefully before a piercing cry broke the air.

A baby.

“Okay, that’s it.” Sirius growled and pounded on the door, “Keep an eye out for a bobby or something Prongs.”

The crying grew louder as they waited and footsteps echoed behind the door. Suddenly the noise stopped instantly and the knob of the door turned slowly  and the hinges squealed loudly as the door opened only just enough for a pale arm and face to lean out.

“What the Hell?” Severus blinked a moment in utter confusion before glaring heatedly. “Black? Potter?” He frowned and looked over their shoulders at the semi-empty street. “Did you two follow me?”

Black, still gripping his wand frowned. “What makes you think that, Snape?”

“Well, You’re at my house. In the middle of the day…what are you doing here?” Severus grunted and looked behind the door and adjusted something awkwardly.

“We could ask you the same thing, students aren’t supposed to leave the village during trips.” James pointed out and Severus frowned.

“Look, I’m sort of busy right now so…”

The door began to close but Sirius jammed it with the toe of his shoe, “Not until you start explaining Snape.”

“I don’t have to explain anything, especially not to you two.” Snape hissed but flinched as a softly snuffling behind the door turned to short sobs. “Shit”

Taking advantage of the distraction Sirius pushed the door open fully and Severus stepped back.

The two boys couldn’t have been more shocked if they tried as Severus glared at them with hate as he tried to re-position the whimpering infant on his hip.

“Are you two out of your damn minds?” He hissed as he popped a pacifier back into the child’s mouth.

Breaking from his daze, James blinked. “Snape, whose kid is that?”

“My mother’s, if you must know” Severus replied smartly. “Look you really shouldn’t be here”

“But…I mean why?”

“Well” Severus shuffled uncomfortably, “Someone’s gotta take care of her, now will you two please just…”

“Well what about your mum or a service or…”

“Mum works, and we can’t afford…look this really doesn’t concern you. Now please leave.” Severus ordered firmly and the two boys shared a look before nodding slowly and began to turn.

“Wait.” Severus stopped them with a slightly desperate tone and they looked back to find him looking paler than normal and extremely anxious.

“Don’t…don’t tell anyone about this. okay?” He asked, trying to sound like he wasn’t begging.

“It’s just… I don’t like the idea of her alone while Mum works, okay? I mean the neighbor looks in on her but…” He confessed and glanced at the infant in his arms that amused herself by pulling on his shirt and bunching up the fabric in her tiny fists.

“It’s just on the weekends…it’s no big deal…just don’t…don’t say anything.”

James nodded and glanced at Sirius who looked much more somber now.

“Yeah…sure.” Sirius agreed and James swallowed. “Not a word.”

“Not a word.” James echoed and Severus’s shoulders went slightly slack from relief.

“Right, well uh…y-you know the way out.” He motioned to the still open door.

“Yeah.” James nodded and put a hand on Sirius’s shoulder and gently pushed him toward the door.

No one spoke another word as the two left and the door was shut firmly. They returned to the hidden floo in the alley and returned to the village and back to the Castle without exchanging a single sentence.

They silently and mutually agreed not to speak on it until dinner that evening when, as they sat at the Gryphindor table, they spotted the dour looking teen sitting at the opposing table with his lank hair hanging in his face.

Severus, feeling the eyes on him, glanced up only just and eyed them with an unreadable gaze before sending them a slight, barely noticeable nod which was returned in a similarly curt manner.

More about the aquarium scene.

Wow, so that blog post really took off, huh? Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, commented, fleshed it out, and took it in different directions! And welcome to my new followers! Thanks for the add. This has all been pretty awesome, and I am beyond tickled to have people to talk to about this stuff. What an amazing fandom!

I keep thinking about this scene and where it might be leading us, not to mention thinking about some of the weird little details that go along with it. I have some theories, but I also have a ton of questions, so just know that when I ask them, it’s me legitimately asking for other ideas or input.

Anyhoodles, I do want to clarify that in my original theory, John shoots Mary to protect Sherlock. He chooses Sherlock over a woman. Again. And he protects Sherlock by shooting someone again (like in ASIP).

Some of the reblogs have gone in other directions, which is great, but I personally don’t think Sherlock gets shot again. We just did that, right? I also don’t think that John gets shot by jumping in front of the bullet. If that sequence is unrealistic from a physics standpoint, then it doesn’t matter who does the jumping. It doesn’t seem plausible to me.

More observations:

I have come to believe that Vivian Norbury doesn’t actually exist. I’m still not certain about whether Sherlock invents her to cope with trauma or as an alibi for John, but I lean toward coping mechanism. I’ll get to why in a minute.

Evidence for the idea that Vivian is made up entirely:

The first time we see her, no one speaks to her but Sherlock. No one even acknowledges her presence. Mycroft makes a comment about not creating minutes, but he is merely looking toward the front of the room when he says it. Then, in the same scene, he says that only four people (4 code names) will know the truth of the Magnussen mess. There are supposedly five people in the room. (Also, are there only four glasses on the tray?)

The next time we see Norbury, she is with Lady Smallwood when Smallwood gets brought in for questioning. No one speaks to Norbury here either.

And finally, the aquarium scene. As I said, I think that Norbury is actually Mary. All of the dialogue here about Norbury directly is suspect. I think it’s Sherlock making up details/deductions to support his delusion/alibi. Which explains Mycroft finally speaking to Norbury/Mary.

I also don’t think its coincidence that fictional Norbury is being hauled to jail while Mary burns.Very tidy.

So why do I lean towards trauma rather than alibi?

Because for me, this scene makes the most sense when John doesn’t need an alibi. Mary wasn’t going to be talked down from threatening Sherlock and so John shot her. In front of Mycroft and Greg, who would say that he had no choice.

Maybe Mary even preferred it that way for a bunch of reasons. Vindictive reasons? Possibly. Preferring to die by the hand of someone she “loved”? Possibly. She keeps saying how good John is, and that she doesn’t deserve him. But maybe she decided JOHN didn’t deserve to have to deal with her and her past anymore and she went out on her own terms, like Emelia Ricoletti in TAB.

See, I am not a Mary hater. I think she is a complicated person. I think she loved John as much as she was capable. I think she wanted to be a good person and pretend she hadn’t done bad things, but she couldn’t escape her past or her nature.

The Samarra story reminds me of another story, that of the scorpion and the frog. Remember that one?

The following is from Wikipedia:

“A scorpion asks a frog to carry it across a river. The frog hesitates, afraid of being stung, but the scorpion argues that if it did so, they would both drown. Considering this, the frog agrees, but midway across the river the scorpion does indeed sting the frog, dooming them both. When the frog asks the scorpion why, the scorpion replies that it was in its nature to do so.

Though the fable is recent, its outlook that certain natures cannot be reformed was common in ancient times, as in Aesop’s fable of The Farmer and the Viper. Here the scorpion’s reply indicates that what is fundamentally vicious will not change.”

Mary’s dying declarations were probably true, in a way. I think she both liked Sherlock and was jealous of him. She did regret shooting him because it didn’t’ really help her cause any, and only ended up hurting them all. Finally, I think when she says that being Mary Watson was the only life worth living, she meant it…she’d rather kill or die than lose that. She knew their relationship was over. John picked Sherlock (and I think she knows how Sherlock feels about John). John helped trap her. John shot her.

I think this is why John is angry after the shooting. He’s angry at Mary, himself, Sherlock, probably everyone. And feeling so terribly guilty. He could also have been referring to Mary’s wedding vows, rather than Sherlock’s vow in that bit of angry dialogue.

The whole thing is a mess that Sherlock’s mind just can’t deal with, so he creates this fiction to cope. He is estranged from John while they both try to deal with their feelings for each other, Mary’s lies, her death, guilt, anger, and that damn baby. (I don’t know what to do about that. She’s cute, but kids mess up everything.) Finally, Sherlock’s reoccurring dream (bus/bedroom scenes) is his mind trying to sort out his feelings for John and his guilt even before the shooting takes place.

Moriarty’s role:

I’ve mentioned it in a previous blog, but I believe that Moriarty or his agents do play a role in this affair, and so Sherlock’s intuitions were not wrong.But I think Mary may have spotted it as well, and thus the CD. I think she may well have worked for Moriarty in TGG as a pool assassin, became enamored with John, and pursued him after AGRA died. Now she wants Sherlock to protect John, possibly from Moriarty and probably also from himself. 


I am terrible at tagging people. Please bear with me.

@wssh-watson @escaroles @sherlock-overflow-error @youweretoldbutdidyoulisten @stormatdusk 

Leaders in GG do some weird things, especially when they’re Sparks.

I thought the Heterodynes were as close to their town as you could get, and now we have Voltaire who kind of literally is his city. (I wonder if Collette’s going to have to plug in to inherit it?)

And then Albia is named after her country and apparently has no other names, so… I am just saying, there is some Fisher King stuff going on here.