i didn't get any right

I hope I don’t regret choosing these hair and uniform colors in a few weeks.

[See in Full Resolution to appreciate the watercolor effect.]


i can’t believe my team leader is a meme: the new series on mtv


We [Twi’lek] females are virtually bred to be frivolous – good only as slaves, playthings, or pampered princesses!

Twi’lek females aren’t treat well in [star wars] universe - since birth they are   emotionally, physically and socially oppressed.

cassiedrawsart  asked:

How have you been

Today was pretty meh, UNTIL I CAME HOME AND HOLY HECK



TLDR: I suddenly have about a 10 year supply of art equipment and I AM VERY EXCITED.


Jacob Frye x Reader

On the tenth day of Edmas, Captain Kenway gave to me…

The festive scent of mistletoe wafted towards you when Evie sprinted by, your already jumping nerves standing on end. She had, after all, promised to get revenge for the little prank you had pulled on her and Greenie. (Honestly, how were you to know that they’d get so angry over a little bit of water?) So here you were, sitting on the defensive as she ran by, the same position you’d been in for the past week.

“Presents!” A voice singsonged, Jacob following his sister’s pace as he nearly barrelled into you, stopping himself just short of your knees. “Oh, hello, love!”

He was wearing a wide grin, the green and red lights reflecting in his hazel eyes. You swallowed down your feelings, something you were accustomed to doing around Jacob, and smiled, chuckling heartily at his behavior.

“Someone’s happy.” You teased, cocking a brow.

He shrugged, the corners of his jacket brushing against the red tint to his cheeks, a sure sign that he’d been drinking before he arrived here.

“What’s not to be happy about?” He questioned, dropping himself beside you with a soft thud.

His sudden weight caused your body to inadvertently move closer to him, the light glow of the fireplace hiding the rising blush of your cheeks as you tried to shuffle back to where you had been sitting. In your efforts, you only managed to brush your fingers along the back of his hands, your eyes going wide and your breathing halting.

“Sorry.” You muttered, pulling away your hand as if it’d been burned.

“It’s quite alright,” he assured you, looking to you beneath half-lidded eyes.

His chest puffed out as he stretched, arms pulled tightly back. You tried to avert your eyes, too enraptured by the tantalizing amount of muscle contracting beneath his shirt. His stifled yawn shook you from your own desire, your gaze swiveling towards the door that Evie had left through.

“You look a little stressed.” Jacob observed, leaning back against the black fabric of the couch.

He looked like a king sitting there; his hands cradling the back of his head, his lips tugged in a lazy smile, and his legs crossed on the ground before you.

“If Evie vowed revenge on you, I’m sure you would be too.” You pointed out, grumbling incoherently when he lifted his legs and dropped them down across your lap. “Really, Jacob?”

He shot you a wink, his calf muscle flexing on your thigh as he repositioned his ankle.

“Just trying to get comfy, love.” He smirked, bowing his head as if in thanks. “And about Evie, she won’t hurt you, then she wouldn’t have anyone to talk about Greenie with.”

You rolled your eyes, draping your arms over his legs. Ever since you bugged her about it, Evie had taken it upon herself to tell you every ‘riveting’ detail of her and Henry’s relationship. She obviously needed a place to vent at times, and you were more than willing to help her out, but there were a few details you’d rather not have. She was doing it to get a reaction out of you, obviously, but you played off nonchalance well.

It was apparent when you met Evie that she wasn’t going to tell you much of her personal life, so you spent years prying. Eventually, you broke through to her, and she’d tell you when something bothered her or when something made her happy. But when she met Henry, she started to go close-lipped on you again. It was your duty as her friend to be sure she was getting out her frustrations in a healthy manner, so you’d convinced her to start talking to you about it again.

She was none to happy about having to explain the details of her relationship, choosing to talk about the dreadfully boring parts to get you to stop asking about it. You didn’t, of course. Now, she was aware that you were going to keep asking anyways, so she would tell you in turn for information on your own life. And by ‘information’ she meant your oh-so-obvious crush on her brother and how that was going.

“Oh, please.” You huffed, nudging the back of his leg. “She’d just talk to you about it.”

Jacob moaned, dragging his hands down his face in dramatics.

“I’d rather not.” He drawled dryly, exhaling a large breath as he did so.

“Better protect me then.” You joked, meeting his gaze.

“Yeah.” He breathed, a spark of something behind his eye causing your heart to stutter.

What was it? The intensity was startling, his hazel orbs being highlighted by something stirring deep within him. You swallowed, a deep sensation burrowing itself inside your stomach.

“Jacob!” Evie called, both of you snapping out of whatever had settled in the air between you. “(Y/N)!”

Your head whipped to the doorway, a breath being drawn from your lungs at the interruption.

“Shall we?” Jacob asked, pushing himself to his feet with a long, drawn out groan.

He turned to face you again, holding up his hand in offering. You gladly took it, ignoring the strange sparks that shot down your arm at the feel of his skin against yours.

“If she tries to throw something at me,” you murmured, Jacob still holding your hand as you walked slightly behind him, fearing Evie might throw something. “You’re going to be my shield.”

He chuckled, the sound smooth to your ears, his thumb rubbing small, distracting circles on the skin of your hand.

“Of course.”

You laughed nervously, training your eyes ahead. The bright colors of the living room faded into a darker, less festive mood as you walked towards the kitchen. The cheerfulness seemed to drain from the environment as you got closer to Evie, almost as if your thoughts were actually on display. As the older twin came into view, she wiped the smirk off her face, settling with a stoic expression.

“Yes, Evie?” You asked, feigning indifference.

She met you with a pointed stare, eyes unsubtly dropping down to where Jacob intertwined your fingers. After a moment of you fidgeting, she cleared her throat, smiling as if she was pleased with herself.

“Mistletoe,” she said, pointing one dainty finger to the ceiling.

You followed her line of direction, dread pooling low in your stomach as your eyes met that green and red ornament of death.

“Evie.” You growled, ignoring the twins altogether in favor of glaring at the festive decoration as if it’d personally offended you.

“I didn’t make the rules.” Evie defended herself, holding her hands up in surrender as she smiled slyly.

She gave you a knowing look, the mischievous twinkle in her eye causing you to grit her teeth. Of course her act of revenge would be something like this and not the random flying dagger you were expecting. Hell, you’d take that dagger over this any day.

“Should I feel offended that you’re so against the idea, love?” Jacob smirked, his devilishly handsome features furthering your anger. Or maybe you felt fear. Whatever was happening within that strange heart of yours, it included a lot of negative emotion.

“Fine.” You sighed, facing Jacob wholly.

He didn’t look as cocky as normal now that you were facing him, something decidedly tentative driving his movements. A gentle hand traced the line of your cheek, the gesture sending jolts to your heart. Maybe the mistletoe wasn’t such a bad thing. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t get Evie back later though.


Cameron Avery
Dance With Me
Baby’s All Right NYC

“Then I stepped off the edge of the roof, right? And when he saw me hovering there, he was terrified, so I floated down until I was right in front of him and said, ‘Stranger things have happened.’” Damian paused, hand over his mouth to conceal his grin. “And then he turned himself in. Which was a little bit disappointing, to be honest, but I guess you can’t have everything.”
“That’s awesome!” Shazam exclaimed, leaning further across the table. Behind his rack of samples, Bruce was smiling too— he wasn’t spying exactly, but he would prefer not to interrupt. They were getting along, and he wanted to hear the rest of the conversation.
“One of the best parts was meeting the regulars, you know, because they would have this moment where they saw me, and you could see them wondering— Can they all do that? Have they always been able to do that?” Damian sighed. “It was great while it lasted.”
“So I guess you really miss having your powers?”
“Well…” Damian tapped his fingers thoughtfully against the table, looking out at the patch of space visible from the Watchtower window. “It was an advantage. But do I really need an advantage? Obviously not. I’m just as capable now that I’m back to normal.”
Bruce wasn’t sure that “normal” was the right word for an eleven year old assassin who had recently returned from the dead, but he wasn’t about to point that out. Those superpowers had been a problem— one more thing to worry about. He was glad they were gone.
“He’s cute,” muttered a voice from behind him. Bruce turned around to face it— Diana.
“He needs more friends,” Bruce told her, as Damian and Shazam continued to chatter away.
“Is that why you bring him up here?”
“That and I can’t actually stop him from coming.” He motioned her up to the gap in the shelf that he was using as a peephole. “He doesn’t like to be left out.”
The two of them stood side by side, focussed on the conversation in front of them.
“You have like, the coolest job in the world,” Shazam said.
“Basically. It’s fine for now.” Damian pulled a batarang out of his belt and spun it idly across the table.
“What’s cooler than being Robin?”
“Being Batman. I’ll get there eventually.”
Bruce felt Diana nudge him in the ribs. She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled.
“You really think you’re going to be Batman someday?”
“Of course. Somebody has to be in charge.” Damian bent down to examine the scratch he’d put in the table. “Nobody in their right mind would let Hood anywhere near the cowl, and have you ever met Red Robin?”
“I don’t think so?”
“Well he’s an idiot, so that wouldn’t work either. I was born to be Batman, and if my father ever dies, I will be.”
“If?” Diana whispered. Bruce shrugged, vaguely flattered.
“His grandfather’s been alive for a few centuries, and a month ago, he rose from his own grave. Mortality is a fluid concept right now.”
Diana put a hand on his shoulder. “He wants to be just like you.”
“He wants to be better than me. I think he could manage it.” Bruce smiled fondly at his son from behind his rack of samples. “I should get him home.”
He strode out into the center of the room. “Robin? Time to go.” As Damian turned towards him, Bruce grabbed one of his wrists and swung him one-handed out of his chair, catching him by surprise. Damian dangled a few inches above the floor for a couple of seconds before Bruce set him down.
“Come on,” Bruce told him. “Time for bed.”

Anon requested JLA + Damian’s “I’m going to be Batman” speech 


they are fine thE WAY THEY ARE ❤️‍

part 2

anonymous asked:

yo my dude would you like a banana? good source of potassium ya know.

[Your dude now indeed ;D]

it kind of frustrates me how sometimes, when people are talking about the problems with fantasy as a genre, Tolkien gets used as a touchstone for that in a way that feels like it’s less about Tolkien qua Tolkien and more about a sort of “symbolic” Tolkien. to put it another way, sometimes it feels like people are holding Tolkien responsible for the decades of imitators. 

and I kind of wish those things could be pulled apart a little - Tolkien and his writing as an actual thing vs Tolkien as symbolic of the high fantasy genre as exclusive and simplistic.

(which, don’t get me started about the whole “simplistic” thing, but that’s another post.)

The Pet Goldfish: Chapter 2

Hi everyone! Yeah, this has taken a while, i really struggled with it and ended up writing a whole chapter and then deleting it and starting again. Thank you for all the lovely things said about the first chapter, i can’t believe so many people liked it :) xx and the next chapter will be up much sooner, i’m already half way through that :)

Chapter 1

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It was cancer.

Cancer did this to him, cancer had broken his dad. It was horrible to watch. The deterioration, the pity, the “nothing more we can do”. His upbeat-Status Quo-listening-talkative father was now reduced to nothing more than a sack of bones and a small smile. When his dad had told Finn, all those months ago, he’d said he was going to fight it. “Fight it for Finn” he had chanted. He’d told Finn he was going to live forever, and that “Finn wasn’t going to get rid of him that easily”. It was pretty hard at the time, but Finn would give anything to have those days back instead of the ones he has now.

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I’ll post more photos when I’m done unpacking, but here’s an overview of the stuff I got (minus the Akoya phone strap)

And yeah, I didn’t realize I d get any Ryuu stuff I’m so sorry, baby baby sweet baby, I didn’t mean it!