i cant write

k i loved Zootopia but can we maaaybe talk about the motherclucking designs in the Kung Fu Panda series, particularly the women? specifically tigress???

Like she totally reads as feminine and elegant but at the same time she’s completely buff and animal-shaped like the rest of the characters there aint a tiger titty or Fluff Cleavage™ in sight

And thats how the rest of the animals are treated too?! like the females and males of every species are pretty much shaped the same, besides the peacocks who obviously have males and females looking different. and then the third movie comes out and we’re treated to MEI MEI

she’s this crazy panda lady ribbon dancer who legit things she’s the hottest shit on planet earth and she is a total badass once she figures out how to use nunchucks. and like theres just so many beautiful and diverse designs for all these characters and I kinda feel like too many people praise this franchise just for its comedy when its got some killer artistry behind it as well. 

i hope pidge finds a cute space girlfriend who is really happy to hear pidge infodump about all kinds of tech and how cool it is and how it all works. this happens all the time. like every single day and pidge just rambles on and on and thinks her gf is just listening but not paying attention

but then one day pidge and hunk are helping coran with some kind of device. and pidge’s gf comes in and just stares at what they are doing for a while. after a few minutes she suggests something to make the device work better. pidge, who was been focused on trying to find the right length of cable wire, lifts her head and stares at her gf incredulously

gf: what?

pidge: how did you know that would work?

gf: well last week you mentioned something about types of power sources and i thought it might work 

and pidge realizes that her gf hadn’t just been listening but also learning from her and cue the star and heart eyes and fluff

just keith things

  • keith WANTS to connect with people
  • keith doesnt know why he’s so angry and why he is the way he is implying he DOESN’T want to be this way
  • his trigger is his abandonment issues
  • which makes sense why he’d rather leave people before they get to leave him
  • self loathing
  • hates crying to the point he’d get angry and storm off
  • desperately wants to understand and be understood by people

To all my writers out there, particularly fanfic writers because I am one and I’m feelin this hardcore

  • It’s okay that you haven’t written for a while, you can take breaks.
  • You can start writing again whenever you want, you don’t need an excuse.
  • If you would still like an excuse, here it is: I want you to start again, you should totally do it.
  • It’s ok if you’re out of practice, you’ll pick up traction again.
  • We’re all learners and its good to have role models, but try to be better than the writer were before, and try less to be ‘as good as’ someone else.
  • It’s alright to abandon a piece if you have no enthusiasm or passion left for it.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly dramatic.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly ridiculous.
  • Write the crackfic, write the rarepair, or write the popular pair. Write what you want to write.
  • Yes someone has probably written this scene before.
  • Write it anyway if you want to write it.
  • Yeah that trope has probably been done a million times.
  • Use it anyway if you want to use it.
  • Probably there are people who are tired of reading about that AU.
  • Write it anyway, they don’t have to read it.
  • Respect your audience, but don’t let other people dictate what you create.
  • Reblog your own work. Be proud of it. You deserve to pat yourself on the back.
  • I’m proud of you, you’re doing great.
  • Keep writing, keep making stuff. People will care. 
  • Future you will especially care.

shipmastet  asked:

We saw a post of kamanari and deku get jealous when there boyfriends hang out. What would happen if they hang out on PURPOSE with a little flirting. How would kirishima and bakugou react?

terrible just terrible 

reasons to date each type


  • isn’t really that shitty
  • long car rides
  • might let you win at mario kart


  • cute couples grocery shopping
  • can bake
  • has great music taste


  • surprise hugs
  • will stay up late with you
  • just imagine movie nights
  • adorable oversharing of things they like


  • wants you to be your best
  • chivalry is not dead
  • they have good wifi


  • will share cool wikipedia articles with you
  • never run out of things to talk about
  • i mean they never leave the house so lots of time together i guess


  • will bring you flowers the saps they are
  • your parents love them
  • enjoys cliche romance more than they will admit


  • probably super hot tbh
  • never boring
  • really good at hugging


  • good hair
  • always ready to make out
  • aLWAYS


  • sometimes they’re funny
  • memes
  • might share their pizza with you if you ask nicely
  • well why not


  • couples halloween costumes probably
  • wants to buy you things
  • says i love you a lot


  • always texts back
  • will mother you
  • is friends with all your friends


  • will share a love for dogs
  • too large sweaters


  • just wants you to be happy
  • doesn’t judge
  • listening to music together


  • um
  • they own a cat
  • how about we forget this dating thing and just pet the cat


  • is adorable
  • makes playlists for you probably
  • good company


  • will fight people for you
  • is good at gifting
  • will never ignore you

your poet has buried herself and is writing to you from beyond the stars. good news is that girls are still softer than anything you’ll ever kiss and getting a boy to laugh after he’s been crying makes some of the planets look dull and having a person call you their friend is the closest we get to tasting the good parts of asteroids. your poet can’t write but if she could she’d tell you she loves you still, way out somewhere in the bleakness, and she’s thinking of you, and how proud she is you still exist. we’re going to see the universe, all of us. and maybe it will teach us it’s okay to feel small again.

anonymous asked:

Number 4 please!!! I wanna burn in all these feels


(this was originally supposed to be titled ‘’things he does that make your heart soar but that was a little cheesetown so now we have this!!!)

  • he’s a forehead nudger. he’s done it since you first started dating. if your squishing together on the couch, he’ll nudge his forehead into your shoulder to get you to adjust so he can fit flush against you. or he’ll just do it when you two are standing close together. its something that’s extremely intimate like a kiss but yet so gentle and loving
  • when talking to tessa, he will refer to you as “mummy”. 
  • you can remember the first time he did it. you were waiting by the front door as he fastened her leash and cooed to her. “gonna have a nice walk, aren’t we, princess? you, me, and mummy.” you’ve never discussed it, but the look you gave him when he glanced up at you was the only confirmation he needed
  • sometimes will refer to you in conversations as “the missus”. once or twice it has sparked some engagement rumors and that’s partially why he loves it
  • every time you watch him pack for another long press junket it away, he will wrap and arm under your legs and across your back before carrying you bridal style into his suitcase. he pretends to pack you, setting some t-shirts and socks on top of you before shutting the lid. “i told you i can’t forget anything!!” 
  • when he gets home after a long day and its quite late, he wakes you up by slathering your face in kisses. there’s no corner of your skin left untouched before he smiles against it and whispers a “missed you”
  • feel free to fight me but, he’s a big corner mouth kisser. like not all the time, but rather then place a quick peck to your lips, he’s developed a habit of catching the corner of your lips, in a sort of teasing, cheeky way. 
  • (when he first started doing it, he’d say “there’s more where that came from!!!”)
  • he’s also a big grabby hand baby. if he’s talking to harrison back stage in a green room, he’ll stretch out his hand to you, beckoning you to come play with his fingers or at least just sit by him.
  • or when he has a break and for some reason you’re still across the room, he’ll stretch his hands out to, fingers flexing and a whine leaving his mouth
  • tried to cook for you but only has 3 ½ meals memorized and can never be bothered with recipes because the boy cannot follow directions (”i’m not gonna let a piece of paper tell me what to do!!!”)
  • when you tag along to his events, in between networking or interviewing, he’ll twist around so he can find you and give you a nose scrunch or a playful snarl, just so you know he hasn’t forgotten you’re there
  • lays on top of you. just spreads across you. doesn’t matter what you’re doing. you will either become his pillow for a quick nap or listen to him beg for your attention.
  • he’s a show off too. like if he gets a crowd laughing or does a flip for an audience, he’ll find you in the crowd or backstage and give you and eyebrow wiggles as if to say “did you see THAT”
  • he hits on you like you’re not already together. you’ll be in the cereal aisle, trying to pick one out for the week and he’ll saunter over to you, place and arm against the shelves and wink “do you come here often?”
  • or “hey you’re really cute, got a boyfriend?” and you reply “yeah and he’s Spider-Man.” he’s always delighted when you play along. “damn, sounds like a really manly guy, you’re really lucky.”
  • if you say “i love you” back too quietly, he shouts “what was that?!” until you shout it back at him
  • he would rather sit on the floor with his back against your legs while you sit on the couch. this way he can drape your legs over his shoulders and loop his arms over them or run his hands over your soft skin
  • will take deep, deep inhales of your shampoo or hair care sent. like sniffs so hard he may pop a brain vessel “i think i’m getting high off of how good you smell!!!!!” 

A friend rebloged a couple pics and I knew I have to draw Bismuth on that outfit cause she would look so huggable and I think I was right. Bet Steven was the one asking her to dress up to go to the amusement park.

[Looks like a dakimakura design btw.]

i look for you mostly everywhere
but don’t worry

my heart only breaks half the time
when i don’t find you

i miss you like dawn /

i mourned a life that almost was/
one where i stayed

i forget now why i left after all,
if i convinced myself my body wasn’t made for the winters there

but what else was it made for really? what good are these hands when
they’re not keeping something warm?  

and you should know, 
i looked the for the end of the rain

but my heart was stuck trying to remember the ending of 
a dream i almost had 

and anyways it’s too late/

it’s already tomorrow in all the places
that count
—  Y.Z, A Place I Can’t Return To Part Two
Pennywise X Reader: Fear

Your back in against the bottom counter in the Neibolt House. In front of you was a fridge, a clown crawling out of it. You were scared out of your mind, watching his limbs contorting. The atmosphere seemed gone, no wind, no air. His long limbs… The way he crawled to you, hunger in his eyes. In that moment every ounce of fear in your body was replaced with something better… arousal. His arms reach out for your face, cupping your cheeks. His breath is hot as it hits your face. In a nervous movement, you rub your thighs together.

Penny pauses, drawing his head back. He looks at you in confusion. His head goes to your neck, sniffing you to your cheek before once again drawing back. Your heart beats faster, wanting to wrap your hands around him and just take him there. But you don’t. You just continue staring into his eyes.

“I smell no fear…” Drool drips from his mouth as he speaks. You swallow hard, nodding your head.

“Do you not fear me? Am I not scary enough for you?” He whines, getting a bit angry. His voice got raspier. He groans deeply as you wrap your hands around his shoulders.

“I feel more than fear.” You whisper. He growls in return, his upper lip drawn forward as he lightly shows his buck teeth.

“Oh, really?” He asks, his voice layered in denial. You bit your lip, nodding. He crawls forward a bit, pressing his body against yours. He was warm, a little too warm. His head tilts as he lets his tongue slid out of his mouth, licking your neck to your temple. His moist saliva trails down your skin as he tries crawling away. You pull him up to you with a smile on your face. You kiss him, feeling him groan against you. He seems confused at first before quickly catching on, kissing you roughly. After a while, all you two were doing were kissing. Saliva dripped from both of your faces as you two went at each other. He pulls back, licking his lips.

“That was fun…” he trails off, cackling to himself. You nod, speechless. You make eye contact with him, you smile.


A one-shot requested by @is-there-any-name-left

Sana was standing next to her friends and to the boy squad and looking off the distance. They were talking about the party of last week where everyone was and about who hooked up with whom.When they started talking about how great Yousef and Noora looked, Sana just looked at the sky and tried to ignore them. Isak noticed unknown sad face of her’s and walked closer to her. “Hey.” he greeted her and smiled. She raised her eyebrow and a fake smile was on her face. He licked lips and gestured his head to the bench which was standing a few feet away from them. “Can we talk a little?” he asked and she nodded and followed him to the bench. 

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Sana asked and raised her eyebrow. “You.” He said and smiled at her warmly. “About me?” she asked confused. “Well and about that guy.” he tilted his head and looked at her with a mischievous smirk. “Which guy?” she coughed and acted like she didn’t know who he was talking about. “What was his name…Yousef. Was that also that guy from earlier? Whom you admired on your laptop?” 

“Admired?! Excuse me?! I didn’t admire him.” She said with a serious tone but jokingly. “You totally gave him heart eyes!” He said laughing and she turned away from him so he couldn’t see that she was smiling. “Shut up!” she said and hit him softly into his arm and made him laugh. 

After that there was a long silence between them until Isak turned around to her and smiled. “You like him, don’t you?” Sana looked at him for a second. She never really admitted her crush on Yousef or even told someone. She felt insecure about it. She could just say no and ignore his question but she knew that whatever she says, Isak would find it out, so she kept quiet and played with her hands and Sana’s quietness pretty much answered Isak’s question. Isak nodded his head and looked off the distance. 

“Sana… I know that we both don’t really talk about stuff like this but… If you ever feel like you need to talk to someone, you know that I’m here right? And I will always be here. I mean, we’re science buddies, come on!” He said and tried to make her smile again and succeeded. She laughed and looked at him with a wide smile. “And friends.” Isak nodded quickly and agreed her. “And friends obviously!” he said and Sana stretched out her arms so he could hug her. “Thank you.” she said and patted his back. 

Suddenly she saw her brother and his friends walking fast towards her and Isak. “Sana?” she saw Elias and let go Isak while rolling her eyes. “What do you want Elias? The keys again?” “Who is that?” he asked while raising his eyebrows and gesturing to Isak. Sana studied her brother’s face for a minute and looked up to Yousef who looked her in a way she hadn’t seen before and she couldn’t describe it. “That’s Isak. What do you need now?!” she asked and stood up slowly. “So this is Isak, the Isak you’re spending almost the whole time with?!” Sana saw how Elias was walking closer to her friend and studying his face. She quickly walked in front her brother stopped him. 

“Elias, if you just came here for no reason, then please back of, I don’t have time for you now.” She said and looked at all of his friends, including Yousef.  Isak just stood there, not knowing what was happening. “Why were you hugging?” Elias asked again and looked at him with a confused face. “We talked about something.” Isak got in but Elias looked at him and raised his eyebrows. “I’m talking to my sister right now, please keep your mouth shut. So, Sana, why were you hugging him?” he asked and focused on Sana again.

“What the fuck, Elias?! I hugged him because I wanted to! Because I was feeling like shit! Because he was the only one noticing how I was! Okay?!” she yelled at her brother and looked judging at his friends. 

“I don’t need you to come with your… army and being rude to my friend. Just because he’s a boy?! Am I not allowed to hang out with boys like you hang out with girls?” She questioned him and put her bag onto the bench. She could feel the heat running through her body. It was always like this, just because she was a muslim girl, she isn’t apparently allowed to do certain things. But being with her close friends could not be one of them. 

“Sana… That’s different with you. I don’t want others to misunderstand you or judge you.” Elias started to explain but she started to laugh at him. “How do you expect that when you are misunderstanding me yourself?!” she said calmly and looked him into his eyes. He was just looking embarrassed onto his feet. 

“Okay, I’m sorry Sana, I really am. I just.. When I saw you with a guy, I just had these brother instincts.” He told her and Isak and her started to laugh. “Elias, you don’t have to worry about that at all. There is not even a small possibility for me to date him.” she took her bag and looked at her confused brother and Yousef, who looked as confused as her brother, but with a little smirk on his face. 

“What do you mean?” Isak stood up now and walked next to Sana and put his arm onto her shoulder. “I have a boyfriend, and we’re very happy with our relationship.” he told Sana’s older brother and Sana smiled mischievously.

“Oh.” was all he could say. 

“Stop misunderstanding people, big brother.” she said and walked away with Isak.