i am so so so in love with

i cant believe michael mell killed everyone by just existing 

im love him 

Wow, I can’t believe Blizzard introduced Jetstream Sam to Overwatch!

Jokes aside, I love Hanzo’s new skin.

I really hope to get it before the end of the event!

((By the way, I’ll tell you something.

Months ago I thought about this Metal Gear!Au with Cyber!McCree and Cyber!Hanzo, but I couldn’t think of a cool design for Hanzo.

And guess what Blizz made now?
I’m so happy! ‧º·(˚T∇T)‧º·˚ ))

Listen I’m bi as Heck and as much as I love girls, I also love boys? Boys are amazing and pure and liking boys is a wonderful feeling? I never see a lot of posts talking about cute boys so

Some Boy Aesthetics™ I’m in love with include:

Their tired grins? Have you seen a cute boy grin when he’s tired? Life Changing

Sleeves rolled up to forearms is all good and Well but also when they have Sweater Paws in their hoodies or jumpers? Makes the tallest of them seem so smol? I’m lov?

When they run their hand through their hair and it sticks up in places and it looks So Good

Collar Bones

Soft pudgy stomachs they absolutely make me melt

When ya boy gets flustered A++ Bonus points if he giggles Boys giggling is Everything

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I don’t want to punish you.
                                                     What, then?

ryden 49/365
can you kiss already ??¿?

*punches a wall* i want a boyfriend

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one thing i really want to see phil do is go full nerd and i mean like talk about linguistics and language and his masters degree and i just wish he would mention more about it because it’s so interesting to see this different side of him and know more about his past

anonymous asked:

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54 – “Is that a drawing of me?”

The nose was wrong and fat and bulging too much into the right side of his face. And his eyes were too far apart and unbelievably round. Not to mention, that he only had a pencil, so the pupils were large, black, and, altogether, soulless. His eyebrows were too dark and extended across nearly the entire forehead, looking far too much like caterpillars. He had tried to shade the hair correctly, but it just looked black and stringy. The chin jutted forward far too much. The smile was just… wrong. There was no other way to put it. He had tried to sketch his teeth, but they now seemed unrealistically blocky and square. The lips were stretched back and looked more like a sneer than a smile. All in all, it was terrible, unrecognizable, but he knew exactly who it was meant to be.

Crutchie smiled, setting his pencil down. He made no claims to be an artist, but this was probably his best work yet. Crutchie tilted his head, squinting an eye. If his eyes were slightly out of focus, the drawing started to look more like—

“Is that a drawing of me?”

Crutchie jerked backwards, his heart pounding uncomfortably, as Jack sat down beside him. “Uh, what?” Crutchie squeaked, fighting the urge to just grab the notebook paper and stuff it into his backpack and just walk away and never return. He could feel his underarms start to itch with sweat and the tips of his ears were burning. Which was a sure sign that the rest of his face would be beaming a bright red. Maybe, Jack wouldn’t notice—

“Are you blushing?”

So much for that vain wish. “Blushing?” Crutchie asked, forcing out a laugh. “Am I blushing?”

“I asked you.”

Crutchie shrugged. “Oh, well, maybe a little. But, I might also be sunburnt and you know what that does to my skin. I’m pale as an… oyster?” Crutchie tried, his mind having suddenly gone frighteningly blank. Jack was inching closer and closer, and now they were breathing the exact same air, and, god, Crutchie hoped his breath didn’t stink. He had brushed his teeth earlier that morning, but what if the minty freshness had faded away and Jack would smell it and lean back and never talk to him again and—

“An oyster?” Jack asked, laughing. “What, have you been spending too much time with Race?”

“Whatever, Jack. Look, I’m just trying to eat my lunch, here, so…”

“Really?” Jack asked, quirking an eyebrow in Crutchie’s direction. “Because, to me, it looked like you were sketching a nice picture.”

Crutchie snorted. “It ain’t that nice. I’m sure you’d do it a lot better.” He rubbed at the back of his neck—which was still burning with embarrassment—somewhat sheepishly. “The eyes are all demonic and the hair looks like something out of a vampire movie.”

Crutchie moved to grab the paper and put it away, but Jack’s hand on top of his stopped him short.

All thoughts in Crutchie’s brain short-circuited and he could only think about how Jack’s hand felt on top of his and, crap, was his palm starting to sweat and, even though it was his palm, what if Jack could feel the sweat and— He froze, suddenly realizing that Jack was talking and he hadn’t been able to comprehend a word that had come from the other boy’s mouth. “Uh, what did you say?” Crutchie asked, well aware that the burning at the tips of his ears and across his cheeks and on his neck had increased tenfold.

Jack laughed. “I was just saying that you shouldn’t throw it away or nothing. It’s a nice picture. And, if you’d like, I can help you make it better.”

Crutchie nodded, almost without thinking. He wordlessly accepted the pencil Jack handed him and repositioned the paper to draw. Jack adjusted himself, so that he was sitting right beside Crutchie, his right hand gently holding Crutchie’s right wrist. “Okay, what’s first?” Crutchie asked, the words a soft whisper in the loud, over-crowded lunchroom.

“Well, who are we drawing?” Jack asked.

Unwilling to admit that he had been drawing Jack, Crutchie lied, “Oh, that was an awful attempt at Race.”

“Race, huh?” Jack asked. For a moment, Crutchie feared that Jack would call his bluff, but the other boy did no such thing. Instead, he began guiding Crutchie’s hand as they drew a face. “First, we need a face. I’m a fan of angular jaws, so we’ll just add to quick lines here… and here. And that’s our face. What do you want to do next?”

“Um, eyes?” Crutchie suggested. “Race has… eyes.” Which, in hindsight, was a completely idiotic thing to say, but Crutchie blamed it on the intoxicatingly close proximity between him and his crush of about five years.

“Yeah, eyes are good,” Jack agreed, and Crutchie was overwhelmingly thankful that he did not point out Crutchie’s stupid comment. Jack carefully guided Crutchie’s hand as they sketched two soft eyes, adding a couple laugh-wrinkles at the corner.

“He’s smiling!”

Jack laughed. “Of course, he is. And let’s add some eyebrows… and a nose… and a quick smile.”

Crutchie watched, amazed, as Jack helped him draw an excellent, life-like face. Though, and he would never admit it to Jack, but the face wasn’t turning out exactly like Race. The nose was too long, and a little crooked. And the smile wasn’t as wide or sarcastic as Race’s generally was. But, Crutchie wouldn’t complain. It was a far cry better than Crutchie’s poor attempt at art. “We need to add hair,” Crutchie observed.

“Yeah, and hair is the hardest part. For me, at least,” Jack admitted, as he guided Crutchie’s hand, quickly adding some hair to the boy they had drawn. “How about that?” Jack asked, once they had finished their drawing.

“That’s… That’s not Race,” Crutchie said, dumbfounded. They hadn’t drawn Race at all. It was Jack smiling up at him from the paper.

“I know, but you hadn’t been drawing Race originally, either.”

Crutchie immediately scooted away from Jack. “I—I was just drawing and, somehow, I don’t even know how, it just turned into you and I’m sorry, but it doesn’t mean anything,” he rambled.

Jack wordlessly opened his backpack and pulled out a notebook. He pushed the notebook over to Crutchie, and the other boy obligingly opened it and started sifting through its pages. On each page, were drawings and drawings of Crutchie. Crutchie looked up at Jack in surprise. “I…” Jack stopped, clearing his throat. “I, uh, like you, too. I mean, if you like me, that is. I had thought…” he trailed off, scratching at his left arm.

“I, uh, do like you,” Crutchie admitted nervously. “So, uh, what now?” he asked, smiling hesitantly.

“We go on a date?” Jack asked, smiling widely.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“I could take you to an art museum?” Jack suggested. “You’re actually pretty good.”

“That sounds great.”

anonymous asked:

No rush AT ALL, but I saw that you had teasers out for the new chapter so was wondering if that's something that might be happening soon ish?? :D :D :D (but again, you take care of you first. I'm just being nosy. Love you no matter what!! <3)

Love you, too! <3

So like it was almost ready, but then I did something stupid… I changed an aspect of the plot and then I had rework the whole thing for that other thing I changed to make sense. xD Just working out the self-inflicted plot-holes and kinks. But I’m much happier with where the story is headed now! Feels more true to the characters, or one in particular. 

I’ve taken time off work in the next few days as recovery time, but really I’m going to spend it finishing this chapter off, as I’m me so it’s fucking long as shit. I hope you’re all ready genuinely as it’s like…. 30k…. im so sorry