i can't begin to tell you


“I don’t give a damn about your powers.
They’re not what made you an agent.

I did.


i heard this really soppy song so i decided to make an obnoxiously long and incredibly half-assed comic about dan’s refusal to tell phil that he actually loved him while he was still alive, and his regret to do so after he died.
i do not own the lyrics, just the drawings! the original english lyrics belong to JubyPhonic. hope you enjoyed it : — )



#Ohlookflowers #nowIgottasearchformeanings

Yellow Roses
Joy, Gladness, Friendship, Delight, Promise of a new beginning, Welcome Back, Remember Me, Jealousy, “I care”. Freedom and abandon are the foremost meanings of a yellow rose.

Europe during the 18th century, yellow or gold tones had negative connotations. It was associated with envy and fading love. If you were living back then, you would not want to receive a gold rose. It would mean that the giver was jealous of you or no longer loved you. In Islamic folklore the meaning is really quite different. It is believed that the yellow rose is a symbol of deceit, treachery, and adultery.

Nevertheless, yellow roses are generally popular because of their positive meanings, and are often used to send messages of goodwill such as “Thank You” or “Welcome Back.” Another truly wonderful meaning of a yellow rose is that it indicates a determination to start anew, to begin afresh. A rift, a misunderstanding, or a quarrel that needs to be mended.

Happiness, Delicate pleasure, Delicacy, Refinement.

Love, affection, and admiration. My destiny is in your hands.
The symmetrical beauty and long-lasting quality of the flower have long been appreciated by young lovers as the token for expressing devotion to each other.

Camellias come in pink, red and white. Each variety has its own significance. Pink & Yellow camellias symbolize longing, while red camellias symbolize passion. White camellias symbolize waiting, adoration, perfection and loveliness.
The Victorian Language of flower tells us the Camellia represents the longing for another. It also implies flawles beauty. Giving a Camellia to another tells them that they are the “flame” in your heart.

While Camellia grows in a variety of colors it’s most commonly pink or red bears the symbolic meaning of thankfulness and appreciation towards another. The darker the color of this flower the more intense the emotional vibration becomes.



Thanks for being an awesome friend and for blessing us with your art. Thank you for being a kind and thoughtful person. You make the world a brighter place. Happy 25th and may we have you with us for many more years to come!  😘 😘 😘

What the hell. Because I’m in that kind of mood this morning. 

This is the beginning of the “excuse for porn that suddenly turned into a smutty romcom” story. Credit to shippeh and their marvelous AFK for making me think about Vox Machina as an MMO guild - my thoughts just run more towards inappropriate porn shenanigans than anything else, and this is what resulted. 

I’m not yet promising any more of this story, because holy shit, Yuletide and the CR Reverse Big Bang and I have a lot of writing to do, but the more plot this story gets, the more it makes me happy, so I’m pretty sure it’s going to continue eventually.

So yeah. Here’s a thing. In which Vex maybe shouldn’t be allowed access to beer and her webcam at the same time.


The first time, she blames it on alcohol.

Not that Vex is drunk, really - she’s had two and half beers by the time the raid is done, and finishes the third bottle as everyone else signs off their Discord voice channel. Eventually, the only ones left are her and Percy, which isn’t unusual. She’s cleaning up her inventory in-game when a private tell pops up on her screen. “Oh, go fuck yourself,” she tells the screen, rolling her eyes.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, dear, not you.” Vex hits the report button, and fills out the harassment form from unfortunate memory. “Just got an asshole in game who randomly asked me for nude photos.”

“What? Are you kidding? Who is it?” Percy sounds flatteringly outraged on her behalf.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s irritating, but not a big deal. I’m well familiar with the report harassment feature by now.”

“I - well, that is - that sucks,” he finally settles on.

“Yeah, it does. Hazard of having a female avatar in the game, especially when I’m wearing this costume.”

“Your video game character shouldn’t be harassed for her clothing any more than you should in real life.”

Vex laughs. “Thank you, dear, I appreciate the sentiment. And you’re right, but tell me again when you’ve convinced the rest of your gender.” Another message pops up on her screen - shit, she forgot to hit “block” after reporting this asshole - and she flips off the screen. “Sorry, asshole, I only send nudes to guys who can hit at least 40K DPS on a boss fight.”

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                              I… came to Seidou to find the place where I belong.
                                 Please don’t disappoint me… Miyuki-senpai.
                                                    Interesting! I like you!


2x05 || 2x22

His Hair: Part 1

This is my very first Lin x reader fic and I am more than a little nervous. So take it easy on me guys, I’m new to this, haha. Sorry for the length, more parts are coming soon. :3

Thank you to @strongenoughfoundation for answering my ask a few days ago and giving me the courage to post this. I hope you like it too, haha.

The first time you noticed was when you met him.

Hamilton was just beginning and you had been practicing your dances for weeks to audition. By some stroke of rare luck, you made it; you were a part of the cast of Hamilton. Albeit a small part, but a part, nonetheless. All of your friends had cheered like crazy and insisted on celebrating the instant they heard the news. But now that the giddiness had faded away, you were left with a stomach full of butterflies and a nervous shake in your step.

Today, you were on your way to a certain dressing room and you couldn’t have felt more underdressed: sweatpants and an old T-shirt were your usual attire during dance practices and that’s what you were wearing right now. Not only that, but you were sure your hair was a mess, because all you’d done was rake it back into a messy ponytail before coming here. Daveed, fellow actor (and quick to becoming your best friend), had found a friend’s phone left behind and asked if you could take it to him. But that friend happened to be Lin-Manuel Miranda.

Yeah, sure, no problem. You could totally take the phone of the guy you secretly thought was amazing and give it to him without stuttering like a fool. No problem at all.

You’d reached the door and you took a breath before knocking. A cheerful, “come in!” sounded and you hesitantly inched the door open.

He was across the room, sitting on a chair with one leg pulled up and his elbow resting on his knee. You took in his jeans and grey tee, along with—oh dang, his hair was longer than you’d thought. Almost-black and with a charming wave to it that made you admire how it curled beneath his ear. Then his dark eyes flicked from the laptop to you, his mouth curving up near the edge, and yep, okay, he was really cute.

“Sorry, I don’t think we’ve officially met yet,” he said, standing up and tugging down the hem of his shirt. “You’re…?”

Oh, yeah, your name. You should probably stop gaping like a fish and tell him that. “(Y/N),” you stammered. “It’s (Y/N). Um, I know who you are, so…” Ohmygodshutup.

But he only smiled wider at your nervous antics and stepped across the room to you. “(Y/N),” he repeated. “I like it.”

You grinned stupidly. “Thanks, uh…is it okay if I call you…?”

“You can call me Lin. Everyone does.”
“Okay. Um. Daveed sent me because you forgot your phone.” You held up the phone you’d been fiddling between your fingers.

Lin’s shoulders sagged a little when he saw it and he dragged a hand over his face with a relieved laugh. “God. I’ve been looking for that for an hour.” He rubbed his fingers across his temple and then back through his hair, before holding his hand out gratefully. “Thanks.”

For some reason, your throat suddenly felt dry. “N—no problem.”

When you handed it over, your fingers brushed against his. There was an instant reaction in your skin, a little thrum that traveled into your hand. At the same time, you thought you heard the slightest catch in Lin’s breath.

Yeah. You were definitely in trouble now.

Sundresses and Plaid Shirts

Summary: Dan comes to terms with being genderfluid and meets a very supportive Phil.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Dan’s biological sex is female in this fic because I felt more qualified to write about that.  This is fiction and I’m not in any way trying to say that any or all genderfluid people feel this way.

 Dan liked the way she looked most of the time.  Sure, she went by a more masculine name but she loved wearing dresses and playing with makeup and everything was fine.

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How did you get into BNHA?

I started reading BNHA on May 19th. Man, let me tell you I caught up at a very stressful time within the manga. There were 91 chapters out at the time. I read 45 chapters that day then the other 46 the next day. All for One and All Might were just beginning their battle. And so began my anxiety for the next month. 

I’d spend every morning on the way to class talking about All Might with my brother. How cool he was and that he was my favorite hero. I told him about how All Might was in a pinch and that he was fighting one of the most powerful guys in the series. My brother was convinced that All Might was going to die, but I kept saying he was going to live. With each chapter that came out, I explained what was going on to my brother.

I was so nervous I succumbed to reading spoilers before the chapters came out. That was my mistake. I read fake spoilers that showed All Might’s death. It was horrible and honestly it felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest. My brother was sympathetic when I told him about what I’d read. I said “He can’t die! I just spent all this time getting to know him! He’s All Might damn it!” I considered dropping the series right then and there because my favorite character was about to be killed off and I honestly didn’t know if I could take it. 

Luckily the spoilers turned out to be fake and here I am today 6 months later. 

Anyway that’s the story of how I got into BNHA, I’d love to hear yours! (still trying to get my brother to read it. He still hears all about it though haha)

Annabeth Chase... How do I even begin to explain Annabeth Chase?
  • Butch Walker: Annabeth Chase is flawless.
  • Connor Stoll: She had two electronic gadgets straight from Daedalus' Workshop and a Drakon Bone Sword from Damasen.
  • Katie Gardner: I hear her hair's insured for $10,000.
  • Lou Ellen: I hear she does chariot commercials...in Olympus.
  • Clarisse La Rue: Her favorite movie is My Architect.
  • Drew Tanaka: One time she met Chrysaor on the Argo II—
  • Juniper: —And he told her she was pretty.
  • Travis Stoll: One time she punched me in the face. It was awesome.

(*maybe I’ll tell you some spoilers)
You know. After Astraeus’ MS 1 I thought that nothing can beat it emotionally. But turns out I was wrong. In the beginning it was really hot and steamy and cute between MC and Astraeus but after that, everything started again. Hades in MC’s dreams trying to lure her back, he was so cold… Orthrus and Nemean attacking MC or when she met her best friend May in the office…and what was the worst… Meeting with demigod 😢😢😢
I just can’t wait for last MS. I’m afraid that it will emotionally beat these two MS. Knowing that Astraeus didn’t fully recover from being so long on Earth and knowing that he wanted to save her at all costs. But still… I have to say… VOLTAGE I LOVE YOU! 😁😁