i don't even know what's going on in these comics anymore

dad and i watch captain america: the winter soldier
  • dad: oh god it's starting shut up i've been waiting for this for months
  • (movie starts)
  • dad: i don't know what's happening but the french guy fighting cap looks like french macklemore
  • me: how do you even know who macklemore is?
  • dad: i'm hip. i'm cool
  • me: don't you do it
  • dad: i'm gonna pop some tags, only got 20 baguettes in my pocket
  • (five minutes later)
  • dad: is that the Falcon? that's totally the Falcon
  • me: how do you know?
  • dad: i used to read the comic books trust me on this i'm an expert. his superpower was that he could talk to birds
  • me: birds?
  • dad: i mean in hindsight it probably wasn't the most useful thing ever
  • dad: if this winter soldier is supposedly a ghost in the machine that nobody's ever seen, and nobody will ever catch, you would think showing up in broad daylight and blowing up cars would not be his modus operandi
  • dad: how the heck did he laser through concrete??
  • me: idk dad it's nick fury he can probably do whatever he wants
  • dad: i'm sorry attractive nurse who just so happens to live next door, my heart belongs to a seventy year russian dude with a bionic arm
  • me: what
  • dad:
  • dad: nick fury isn't dead. justice never dies. he probably has a billion clones in some top secret storage facility, just waiting for their organ harvest.
  • me: ew dad gross no
  • dad: i really relate to that apple store employee
  • me: we all do dad
  • dad: oh that's that guy from the first movie! i remember him! he was my favorite, his eyes were so blue, and he loved steve so much. i wanted them to get together
  • me: dad good god
  • dad: he was a little less marilyn manson at that point though
  • dad: not that guyliner isn't a good look for this guy
  • dad: when a deadly russian assassin wears eyeliner, it's 'he's so dreamy' and 'wow what a badass'
  • dad: but when i do it it's 'you're too old' and 'bald guys can't pull off make-up'
  • me: dad it was halloween and it was one time you need to let this go
  • dad: so bucky barnes, aka cute cocky guy who died in the first movie, aka steve roger's best friend/boyfriend, is a top secret super scary brainwashed hydra agent?
  • me: mmm-hm
  • dad: called it
  • dad: do you think single handedly destroying jets is just a common, everyday thing for cap? punch a few tanks, feed a few pigeons, take out a plane, help old ladies cross the street...
  • dad: captain america is like your grandad minus the booze and the cussing
  • dad: in all honesty that was a little anti-climactic
  • dad: i was 100% sure nick fury was gonna descend majestically from the heavens, 'All I do is Win' blaring in the background, and single-handedly save everyone's ass
  • dad: scarjo and chris evans are two of the most beautiful people in the world and they are both in this movie and i don't know how to feel about it i have butterflies in my stomach i'm a schoolboy again
  • me: you know on second thought we should have brought mom
  • dad: where's hawkeye? where's bruce? where's tony? where's thor? WHERE ARE ALL THE OTHER AVENGERS AS THE ENTIRETY OF SHIELD IS COMPROMISED AND NICK FURY DIES
  • me: maybe they figured steve could handle it
  • dad: maybe they're all lazy assholes

anonymous asked:

hey i kinda miss your old style. like without the metaphors. you had a good humor! you still do but i just don't see any of those anymore :/. will you make any more soon?

Something I’ve been thinking about.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so hi, I was wondering why Robbie isn't in the show anymore? I joined the fandom last season so I don't have any idea what happened behind the scenes pre-Season 12.

Writers move on! 

Robbie left the show after season 11 - IN ONE OF THE MOST SAVAGE MOVES IN NETWORK TELEVISION HISTORY BY THE WAY, MORE ON THAT BELOW - to work on some of his other projects

It was a very sad day for me but that does unfortunately happen in show business! There was absolutely some tension between Robbie and TPTB at the time, AS EVIDENCED BY HIS SAVAGE FUCKING EXIT, but I can’t speak to whether that was really a contributing factor in his decision to leave. But I like to think that it was, for the #drama of it all.

Explanation on Robbie’s SPN career and final episode, plus why I’m willing to die for him, can be found below:

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  • Me: *sigh*
  • Cashier: What's wrong?
  • Me: It's the scent of this place. It's nostalgic. Reminds me of lavender scent of my grandmother's house. Even color of the walls remind me of the bygone era of my childhood; the dim sunsets of a fuzzy summer evenings, and faint memory of fading dreams.
  • Cashier: Ah, you want to start all over do you? I know the feeling. It's enough to drive me to the brink.
  • Me: Verily. At some point, I began to live my life in retrospect. The now doesn't matter anymore because everything has become so bland. What am I to do in this monotonous life when my happy times passed so long ago. It's as if-
  • Cashier: *turns into a 9 foot tall vibrating metal cube that deconstructs me at a molecular level and turns me into pure radium powder*
  • Guy, with that as fetish who actually wrote this post: *doesn't even jack it just looks at the screen all sweaty and breathing heavily*
  • Girlfriend: *walks into the room unannounced* Everything okay? You've been acting kind of strange recently.
  • Guy: *quickly closes all tabs* Oh, nothing. I'm just like. I'm... you know. I've been tired.
  • Girlfriend: *suspiciously* ...sure. Pizza's here by the way.
  • Guy: Okay, cool. I'll be right out. *wipes sweat from head*
  • Girlfriend: *texts best friend* He's definitely cheating. He just closed like twenty tabs on his computer!!!!!!!
  • Best Friend: Did you look through his browsing history?
  • Girlfriend: Yeah, it's all wikipedia pages about radioactive stuff. It's so fucking weird. He's either cheating or a terrorist.
  • Best Friend: That's creepy. I'd break up with him.
  • Girlfriend: I've been considering it, but it's complicated. I still feel so strongly about him. I don't want to ruin our relationship.
  • Best Friend: Sometimes you have to break things off with the people you care about the most. For a little bit anyway.
  • Girlfriend: Yeah, I get that. It's so hard though. I can't imagine life without him.
  • Best Friend: You have to do what you have to do. It's the only way to move forward. Getting stuck in a stagnant relationship can ruin you.
  • Girlfriend: I guess you're right...
  • Best Friend: *is wearing a full hazmat suit.*
  • Doctor: *walks up behind her* Jennifer, stop texting. We need you in the bottom.
  • Best Friend: Sorry, got it.
  • Best Friend: *descends in elevator, sees 9 foot tall humanoid ant corpse on the ground* Fucking gross! Do you know where it came from.
  • Doctor: No clue. It's why we called you here.
  • Best Friend: This isn't like any cryptid I've ever seen. It must be extraterrestrial in origin. Wait... is its body full of gummy worms? *hears the sound of the elevator going up behind her*
  • Best Friend: Doctor! Where are you going!? What the fuck!?
  • Doctor: Waves to her from the elevator.
  • Ant Humanoids: *appear from the shadows in the hundreds*
  • Best Friend: No, no, no, no! This can't be happening.
  • Ant Humanoids: *surround her*
  • Best Friend: Don't fucking come near me! I'm highly radioactive! You'll all die if you eat me.
  • Ant Humanoid in the back: *listening to comic book podcast*
  • Podcast Guy 1: So when it comes to Superman, I feel like there are actually two characters. Clark Kent, the man. Then there's Superman, the ideal. They're the same person but represent very different aspects of him.
  • Podcast Guy 2: Comic books are fucking stupid, my dude. *cellphone buzzes* Hold up, I gotta take this.
  • Podcast Guy 2: *gets an alert that his favorite fetish forum has updated, licks lips fuckingly*
  • Podcast Guy 2: *under breath* Oh yeah. A new radium dust sexual fanfic. Can't wait to tweak my noodle to this! Zoo wee mama!
  • Podcast Guy 1: What did you just say.
  • Podcast Guy 2: Nothing, man. We were talking about Superman. Let's continue with that.
  • Podcast Guy 1: Yeah, as I was saying. Superman would definitely be a power bottom and

iidiiotiiciintelliigence  asked:

Some of my favorite AUS are of the "Stiles visits Peter in the hospital while his mother is there" variety. I adore them and I don't think there are enough of them in the world.

I can definitely agree with that! I hate that Peter was left to rot in the hospital all those years without even one visitor. It’s no real wonder he went mad.


It’s too loud. Everything is too loud. His mom is yelling, screaming that he’s trying to kill her, the nurses are shouting, trying to get a doctor and trying to get his mom to calm down, the machines are beeping, a baby a few doors down is screaming, someone’s crying, and his heart keeps beating in his ears, a never-ending loud thump thump thumpthumpthumpthumpthump—

Stiles ran, ducking away from the prying eyes and dodging the unknown hands that reached for him. He slipped into a random room, closing the door and slamming his back against it. His breathing was fast, irregular, and he scrambled to get the inhaler out of his pocket.

His heart was still beating rapidly as he finally managed to gasp in a breath of oxygen, taking measured puffs from the inhaler before finally trying to breathe normally. His limbs felt shaky and he slid to the ground, curling his arms around his legs and feeling the sting of tears prick his eyes.

He loved his mom. He really did. But the woman who he came to see every day was not his mother. That woman would either stare blankly at him, eyes fogged up with whatever medicine the doctors had given her, or would scream at him, accusing him of trying to kill her. She would even attack him if he didn’t get away from her fast enough, throwing things and slapping him, pulling his hair, scratching. It’s why he had his hair buzzed off. It’s why they don’t let him see her without supervision anymore. But Stiles was stubborn, sneaky, and he loved his mom. What if she came back? What if she woke up one day and recognized him? What if she really was his mom again?

Stiles was beginning to doubt that was ever going to happen though. His dad and the doctors wouldn’t tell him anything, but Stiles wasn’t a stupid kid.

Stiles’ lower lip wobbled and he fought back sobs, wiping at his face angrily and trying to figure out where he was. It was really too quiet here, much quieter than a normal room. Even when his mom was sitting still and silent, there was still the constant beep of the heart monitor, the whirl of oxygen, the buzz of IVs.

The room looked just like any other, but Stiles didn’t see anyone. He thought at first it was empty until he stood and walked a little further into the room, startling when he saw the lone occupant sitting in the chair by the window.

“Sorry!” Stiles yelled, ducking down and waiting for reprimand. He peeked his eyes open when none came, looking over at the man again. “I didn’t mean to come in without asking,” Stiles spoke, stepping closer. The man remained silent though, sitting still just like his mother did when the doctors had just given her a strong dose of medicine. Stiles studied him curiously, pausing when he saw the pale blue eyes that seemed to stare right at him and also at nothing.

The man had horrible scars on his right side, from burns maybe? Stiles wasn’t sure. He wasn’t moving though, barely seemed to be breathing, and Stiles bit his lip unsurely. He glanced at the door. He probably shouldn’t be in here. He was invading this man’s privacy and his dad told him all the time at he was too curious, too nosy, and he needed to learn to respect people and their privacy more.

“I should probably…” Stiles began, before pausing. His eyes caught the empty vase sitting on top of the dresser in the corner and he turned, really taking in the entire room. It was empty. Other than the basics the hospital automatically provided, there was nothing. No flowers, so pictures, no letters. No ‘Get Better’ balloons or stuffed animals. Just…bare.

Stiles looked back at the man. Who was he, he wondered. Why did he have no one to come visit him? How long had he been here? How long had he been sitting, alone, just as he was now?

Stiles winced when a sudden ear-splitting scream from down the hall echoed through the hospital. That was definitely his mother. She screamed bloody-murder, not even trying to make words, just screaming. He heard more yelling, doctors and nurses trying to secure her. Sadly he was used to the sound. His mother has started randomly screaming even before his dad had agreed to commit her.

“Do you mind if I stay here for a while?” Stiles asked, looking back at the man. “I don’t like seeing my…the woman who used to be my mom like that,” he murmured quietly. It was the first time he’d put words to his fear, that he didn’t think she was coming back.

The man didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, but Stiles felt something almost…welcoming embrace him. An aura, maybe? Stiles had read about those. Yes, the man had an aura of welcoming.

So Stiles climbed onto the spare chair, the legs creaking as if from disuse. Then he did as he’d always done.

He talked.

He told this strange man about his dad, his best friend Scott, Mrs. McCall who was one of the best nurses here. He talked about school, comic books, his thoughts on aliens, the Google spiral he’d fallen into last week when he’d learned all there was to know about making soap. Anything to keep the quiet from returning or to keep from approaching the subject of his mom. He liked to think the man appreciated having something else to focus on instead of the silence as well. He hoped so.

Stiles glanced at the clock after a while and noticed it was nearly six. His dad got off his shift then and would usually drop by the hospital to pick Stiles up a few minutes after that. He stood, stretching from sitting still so long, and he had to grab his chest as a flare of unnatural panic overcame him.

“What—” Stiles gasped, eyes widening as fear and loneliness crashed into him. Dread. Anxiety. Desperation.

Stiles looked up and met the now-familiar blue eyes that looked just as blank as before and yet also so very full of life.

“Woah, calm down,” he breathed, reaching out to grasp the man’s hand on instinct. The unnatural feelings ebbed off, but Stiles was oddly still aware of them. “My dad will be here to pick me up shortly so I’ve got to go, but I come by after school every day to see my mom. I…” Stiles glanced away, unable to look at those eyes that seemed to laser in on him. “I don’t really like sitting with my mom every day because she either yells at me or isn’t really there, so I’ll come by and see you, if that’s okay?”

Wonder. Nervousness.

“So weird,” Stiles muttered to himself, rubbing at his chest where his heart fluttered strangely. He didn’t understand any of this. The strange atmosphere that this man emitted seemed to only get more and more confusing.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I promise.” Stiles grinned easily, surprised to have genuinely enjoyed visiting with the man, even if he had just been talking by himself for over an hour. He squeezed the man’s hand one last time before turning for the door.

Peter watched the boy leave until he was gone from his sight, unable to turn his head to watch for those last few seconds before he opened the door and slipped out. His wolf howled in his mind. Desperation and loneliness had truly overcame him if he was already forming pre-packbonds with any living body that ventured into his room and remained for anything beyond the barest of necessities. He felt exhausted, even if all he’d done was sit and try to focus on the words that had flowed from the boy’s mouth. Normally his sense of consciousness flowed in and out, unable to focus or really discern just how much time with passing. Any waking moment was just a moment of agony, having been culled from what was left of his Pack and abandoned to his wounds. It’d been nice, to have a moment of reprieve.

He hoped the boy would return. He would just have to trust that he meant his promise. He sent one last flutter of feeling across the pre-bond to the boy just before he got too far.

Peace. Anticipation. Hope.

*takes a deep breath* Okay, here we go. Listen.

I’m a Klance shipper. ‘Kay? I’ve done a ton of Klance comics so far, and aside from a very few Klance unrelated voltron fanart, that’s all I usually draw. And, god, I’m ready for people to come after my head for this, but, look.

Everyone knows the Voltron fandom is incredibly, almost unbearably toxic. Ship wars are inevitable, but god damn our fandom really does take the piece of cake when it comes to that. And honestly, it’s starting to actually physically hurt when I go onto my ship tag and see people fighting over what they think is going to become canon or not, and attacking whoever disagrees with their opinion.

Guys, please, please, please, please, please, can we just PLEASE start looking at each ships’ good points instead of hating on them? Can we please stop hurting each other’s feelings? Can we please just have a healthy relationship with each other? Can we please, instead of spitting hate onto another ship, just talk about what we love between the two characters we don’t ship? Is it really that hard to respect each other? I mean I get that Voltron is a kid’s show, but do we all really need to act like children?

I’m aware that I’m just a nobody. It’s not like me doing this will mean anything to you, but this is my gift to Sheith shippers as an apology for all the hate Klance shippers have sent towards you. Honestly, if I had time, I’d draw something for every single ship, but unfortunately I do not have the time to do so, and since I feel like the rivarly between Klance and Sheith are the worst there is in Voltron, as a Klance shipper, I feel like I could do something to apologize to our “”””rival””””” ship (which I really don’t want to call rival anymore).

We are all entitled to our own opinions, we can believe all we want to believe and share our thoughts with everyone else, but if only we could learn how to see the good in every single relationship Voltron shows us, then we wouldn’t be so upset if a ship actually became canon, if ever. We could learn how to appreciate things instead of just being salty 24/7 whenever a ship that isn’t ours “wins a round”. We could be happy for the other ship too, even if we don’t like it.

This is a gift. An invitation. Can we be friends? Can we please stop fighting? I hate discourse, and I hate to be on bad terms with people. I’ve never hated on anyone for their ship before, never sent anyone death threats, I’ve never participated on the toxic side of the fandom, but after producing so much Klance content I feel weirdly part of all this mess, and like it’s somehow my responsibility to do something- although I’m not really doing this out of responsibility, but because I just genuinely want to apologize and give something to everyone who’s been attacked by this terribly toxic fandom.



(Edit: since people seemed to be so bothered by this, I removed the k/ance tag. I apolgize, it wasn’t my intention to attack/make anyone feel uncomfortable, but for god’s sake guys, they’re just standing together, nothing else.)

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're still into servamp and the c3 ot3 (was that what you called them? lol). And I also don't know if you read fanfiction, but there is like one now on ao3. I just thought I'd let you know about that

Thank you!!!!! For letting me know!!!!!!!!!! Holy heck I’ll be sure to read it asap!!! *O*

Anon said: the other day I was listening to the weather forecast on the radio and they talked ab it very poetically, at some point they said “we might get the appearance of a shy lightning in the afternoon” and I just… Denki.

This is THE CUTEST THING I’ve read all week thank you oh my g o d …………. a shy lightning……………………… so cute…………………….h e c k I’m smiling so hard r i p

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anonymous asked:

Why do you love 2CT? Not trying to be rude (I love it too, especially now that it's not really a theory anymore), but I'm curious about the reasons behind your passion for it.

Oh, don’t worry, this is the kind of ask I love to answer!! ;D

(Warning: Long Post)

I personally love 2CT because it completely blew my mind when I first discovered it and understood what it’s about!

I’ve always thought Ciel is an only child (even though it was never confirmed in the manga), so when I first came across a blog post of a Japanese Kuro fan with the title “Ciel Twin Theory” back in March 2014, I thought “What a crack theory, how can he have a twin, he’s an only child?”, but then I read through their analysis and was fascinated about the amount of “hints”, then I bought all the comics and checked every scene that was mentioned in said blog post on my own. And to my surprise, the hints were REAL, they were there all along, some of them were so obvious (like Madam Red’s line “my nephews” or Joker’s line “the Earl and his children”) that I was totally dumbfounded like “How on earth could I have possibly overlooked all these hints until now!!??”.

Then in the same year Yana posted this blog post where she stated that that was exactly her goal: have the readers overlook those mostly subtle but sometimes also obvious hints at first reading and then make them go “WOW!!” when they reread the same scenes - this time with the knowledge of 2CT. Yana’s plan worked out perfectly for me, this theory was so mind blowing and fascinating that I have since become obsessed with it xD

Originally posted by vernybvitday

Sadly though, this “2nd reading WOW phenomenon” didn’t really happen in the Western fandom mostly because of language issues. For example, if you reread the Japanese version with the knowledge of 2CT, then you’ll notice that NO ONE actually ever explicitly stated that Ciel is an only child (they usually use vague expressions that can be interpreted as “singular” or “plural”).

However, if you reread the English translation (be it YP or online scanlations) to check the 2CT hints, you’ll find nothing but (inaccurate) translations like “this child” “that child” “my child” “he” “the body of a child” “my nephew” “the Earl’s child” etc which all contributed to the impression that Ciel must be an only child. I’m not trying to blame the translators, they generally do an amazing job, but since most of them didn’t know the 2CT, they automatically made “singular” of all those vague Japanese expressions, and unfortunately this caused the huge confusion and the strong disbelief of 2CT that is so prevalent in the Western fandom x(

Anyway, I do understand that 2CT isn’t everyone’s cup of tea and I’m not trying to tell people to like it, but, like I’ve stated many times, I just want people to acknowledge that 1.) 2CT is a very well thought out plot twist that cleverly takes advantage of linguistical traits (the vagueness) of the Japanese language (that’s why the majority of the Japanese fandom is so fond of this theory and fascinated by Yana’s tricks) and 2.) it’s not Yana’s fault that her linguistical tricks didn’t realy work well in the English translations as they did in the Japanese version :/ (The same thing applies to HP, it’s not Rowling’s fault that the Tom Marvolo Riddle -> I am Lord Voldemord anagram didn’t work at all in the Japanese translation xD)

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Request: Hello, dear Author. Can You do the following request. Hope it will interest You. Reader is a famous singer, whose voice gets is a voice of a angel, but she hides her face behind a mask. Newt running after niffler is in concert hall and heard her. He sees her singing and fell in love with voice. But she had an abusive boyfriend, who is heating her… and here can be any variation of action…

Word Count: 5,703

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but tagging @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother

WARNING: Allusions to an Abusive Relationship

The silver lights cast the room in a sultry glow that drapes over the red plush seats and diamond-and-pearl covered guests like a silken shawl. Their conversations, soft under the intimidation of the glow, drift languidly toward the high ceiling of the theater and mingle together as they wander through the room.

A soft jazz tune weaves through the crowd, no more than a lazy cat no one pays much attention to as it sneaks over their heels and between the legs of their black slacks. The song wafts from the open orchestra pit, a moat between the seats and the massive wooden stage that juts out, looming in front of the crowd, a stage with such a history of grandeur that few agree to step onto it.

Some women shift in their seats in an attempt to peer around the velvet curtains that guard the back of the stage, separating audience and artist for now. They murmur to one another, wondering if the brave artist is back there, hidden in the folds of the shadows, listening to the conversations swirling around. Their chairs squeak as they move, trying to earn the first glimpse of the acclaimed performer with the voice of a cherubim.

They never see her, though, never notice you as you lean against the cool stone wall and try to understand the bits of muffled conversation that amble past you. Your eyes are shut, arms wrapped around your stomach, while you take slow breaths in through your nose, let them out through your mouth. The terror you’d known your first time on stage still haunts you, a ghost you can never rid yourself of no matter the amount of glowing reviews in newspapers or number of sold out concert halls. Terror is a constant in your life, one of the only constants you’ve known for the past four years.

Two hands wrap around your waist, covering your own hands, a wave of thick cologne that ruins your slow breathing and causes you to cough accompanying them.

Theo’s hot breath, smelling of cigarettes and whiskey, scrapes across the side of your face. “You know you’re not supposed to hang out side stage before the show, darling.”

“I needed a break.” You murmur as his stubble scratches your cheek and his chin digs into your shoulder.

“Your wardrobe team tore backstage apart looking for you. They want to get you ready.” He tugs you against his chest.

“They have plenty of time.”

“They need to start soon or you won’t look radiant tonight.”

The insult doesn’t upset you, not anymore. “What does it matter how I look if they’re here for my voice?”

His fingertips dig lightly into your stomach. “No one wants to listen to an ugly person sing. You need to shine, darling. We’ve been over this.”

The bile in your stomach simmers and you feel sick, but you nod at his words. “I’ll meet with wardrobe soon.”

He presses a rough kiss against your exposed neck. “Don’t be long. They need to get to work or we’re paying them for nothing.”

“I know, love.” You whisper as his arms unwrap from around you with one final squeeze.

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Being Renessmee's Twin Includes
  • Rosalie: I'm naming her Bella. I will not allow you to butcher and mesh two more names. Her name is Carlie. Deal with it.
  • Carlie: Why can't I fight with you and momma papa? I want to show the Volturi that I'm not a scared little girl. Anyone threatens to kill my family, I refuse to run away
  • Bella: Carlie, how many times have I told you? No throwing knifes in the house. You could hurt Renessmee or yourself. Be more careful.
  • Emmett: C'mon kiddo. I'll teach you how to fight.
  • Jasper: *scoffs* It'd be best if I teach her. You get frustrated too easily Emmett.
  • Carlise: Carlie, your growth is more rapid than Renessmee's. Your genes must be slightly different from hers. It could be an attribution to a power we haven't discovered yet.
  • Esme: It's so sweet of you to help me make dinner for you and Renessmee. I feel like you and I hardly get any time together. Renessmee's always off with either her parents or Jacob and you keep to yourself most of the time. Just know that I'm here if you ever want to talk to someone sweetie. You are my grandbaby afterall.
  • Edward: Your mother and I don't love Renessmee more than you Carlie. We love you both equally. She just relies on us more than you. You've always been more independent than your sister.
  • Carlie: I'm more independent because you and mom are always with her and Aunt Rose takes care of me. But whatever. I don't care anymore. She'll be stuck here in Forks and you all will have to leave eventually and I will travel the world once I reach an acceptable age growth.
  • Bella: Where have you been Carlie?! You've been gone for three whole days! What on earth are you wearing?!
  • Carlie: *sighs* Relax mom. I went to Comic Con in San Diego and cosplayed as Harley Quinn. I went to have some fun. Geez, it's like your trying to keep me trapped with you forever since Renessmee started solely hanging out with Jacob. I bet you really hate that imprint now cause you finally have to pay attention to your other daughter.
  • Alice: Carlie, come shopping with me. We never spend any girl time together since you started buying your own clothes.
  • Carlie: But there's a Gotham marathon on today. How about I go shopping with you tomorrow then?
  • Jasper: *watching the Romanian aired teach you how to fight and use weapons from a window in the house because Bella and Edward forbid him from teaching her himself* I don't see what the problem was with them Alice. I have no urge to drink wither of the girls blood and I adore Carlie. I should be teaching her how to fight, not those barbaric two.
  • Alice: I know Jas. But she finally made some friends that weren't a part of our family. Renessmee has Jacob and that's all she needs. Carlie is free to expand herself unbound to anyone. We don't want to smother the girl by crowding her all the time.
  • Rose: I can't believe Bella never told you about periods. Oh wait, I can. Look Carlie, you have nothing to fear. It's completely natural.
  • Jacob: Why do you hate me Carlie? I never did anything to you.
  • Carlie: *rolls eyes and scoffs* Exactly. I hardly even know you and you're the guy my sister is bound to for life. You've hardly ever acknowledged me before. You've hardly ever spokento me and you have no interest in anyone but my sister. I don't like you because I know that the imprint you have with my sister isn't how you really are or were before my mom even started screwing with your life.
  • Bella: How can you say such a thing Carlie?!
  • Carlie: Oh please. Shut up mom. You know I'm right. You only support that imprint because now, Jacob will forever be within your grasp. Just because you chose not to have him all those years ago doesn't mean you get to keep him around when he's moved on with his life.
  • Renessmee: Will you be my maid of honor?
  • Carlie: I haven't seen or heard from you in nearly four years sis. And frankly I don't want to go to your wedding at all. You know your marriage won't end well. You're in love with Nahuel and whether you admit it or not, you don't feel the same pull if the imprint like you used to. Stop dragging Jacob along. Stop your relationship with him and decide what you want. God, you are worse than our mother. Make up your freaking mind.
  • Leah: I didn't think it would be possible, but I am actually best friends with someone who shares half her DNA with Bella Cullen.
  • Carlie: Oh hush. I'm nothing like my mother and you know it. Now shut up so I can hear Tom Hiddleston say "mewling quim."
  • Seth: Are you sure about this Carlie?
  • Carlie: Yes, for the thousandth time. I love you and I refuse to be bound to someone I met only once. I fell in love with you and that is what I've always wanted. To fall in love, not be bound by fate to become whatever my mate pleases.
(Dreamswap) What friends are for (3)

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Apologies for the delay. I know it’s been quite some time.

Nightmare: Error just got back.

Cross: How can you tell?

Nightmare: Why else would super strong feelings just appear upstairs?

Nightmare: He’s in his room.

Nightmare: Bet he had an encounter with Blue.

Cross: Your ability to identify this is both admirable and creepy at the same time.

Nightmare: I’m gonna go talk to him.

(Nightmare goes upstairs and knocks on the door of Error’s room.)

Error: Please leave.

(Nightmare opens it anyway. Error is curled up in a ball on the end of his bed and doesn’t respond when Nightmare enters. Nightmare sits down next to him, saying nothing.)


Error: … what do you want…

Nightmare: I want you to tell me why you keep hiding and trying to take care of your problems by yourself.

Error: … because… they’re mine.

Nightmare: I can’t let you do that. It’s not working and you know it.

Error: I… I don’t care if it works, I just want to be alone right now.

Nightmare: That’ll only make this worse.

Nightmare: You ran into Blue, didn’t you?

(Error quivers and clenches his teeth.)

Nightmare: … that’s too bad.

Error: Haha, yeah, ‘too bad'…

Error: There are worse things…

(Error is starting to glitch sporadically again.)

Error: I can’t stand his presence, he makes me sick… I can only imagine that I hate him.

Error: He used me, I was just another plaything to him. It… pisses me off so much!

(Error clutches at his legs, his hands shaking.)

Error: And then he just… he just goes ahead and acts like I suddenly have a reason to trust him!

(Nightmare slowly rubs Error’s back.)

Error: How… could he even do that?!

Error: The worst part is, I don’t even know if I can! I almost wish I could, but… no, I don’t! I want him to go away!


(They hear another knock at the door. Cross opens it slightly.)

Cross: Hey Error…

Cross: … do you need some feel-better chocolate?

Error: ……..

Nightmare: He needs the feel-better chocolate.

(Cross tosses it into the room and Nightmare catches it flawlessly. Nightmare hands the chocolate to Error as the door closes.)

(Error still says nothing.)

Nightmare: So, what do you want to do about this.

(Error tears open the chocolate bar’s wrapping.)

Error: Frankly, I want to hide and wait for my problems to go away, but that hasn’t worked for the last however long.

Nightmare: So you’re going to–?

Error: Drink several cups of coffee and mope around anyway.

Nightmare: Error, you know we have to figure this out.

Error: I can’t. Not now.

Error: I need a coherent thought process in order to actually make decisions.

Nightmare: … okay. All right then. If you want to wait this out, then you can. I’m just worried about you.

(Error sits there in silence as Nightmare stands up.)

Nightmare: Try to not drink too much coffee, okay?

(He leaves the room.)

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anonymous asked:

AHHH reverse!obi just can't get a break can he? shoot I forget what the mask actually did in the comic, but a continuation where it amplifies obiwans insecurities and fears, and when anakin comes barging in to rescue him, obiwans terrified that him and the 501st/212st don't want him around again, cause krell, and then this, also from the very beginning with his "replacing" ahsoka? (H/C and fluffy cuddles ensue?)

He wakes slowly, arms tucked tightly around him that reminds him that he’s safe and the smell of the Halls around him. He reaches out into the Force slowly with his drowsy mind then tilts his head to the side to look at the Mon Calamari at his bedside even as he ignores the much larger body sleeping in the same bed as he is.

“Hi Bant…” He whispered, throat still to raw to go any louder as the Mon Calamari smiled at him and took his hand.

“Hi Obi. Healers says you’re getting out of here today.” She offered quietly so not to wake Obi-Wan’s master.

“Panakin says so too. He says we’re leaving the temple tomorrow. We’re going back to Kamino.” Obi-Wan licked his lips and Bant let go of his hand to fetch a small cup of ice chips for him. Technically speaking he didn’t need the help but everyone had been fussing around him since his return. And he didn’t want to reject the help. All he wanted was to curl up in Anakin’s arms as he was and feel warm.

So he accepted his friend feeding him ice chips until his mouth wasn’t as dry.

“I might get picked as a padawan soon.” Bant offered quietly to him. “One of the healers think I have a good grasp and could become one of them.” She smiled at the idea, excited at the thought of helping people. Though Master Fisto had also approached her.

“That’s good Bant, you could help everyone.” Obi-Wan’s green eyes lit up, bacta patches covering his cheeks and nosebridge.

“Uhu. And I could help you if you got hurt again.” She teased lightly before taking his hand again. “Some of the healers are grumping about you not seeing a mind healer though.”

Obi-Wan grimaced a bit then sighed. “I’m…Anakin said I should. I don’t want to Bant. Not yet…I just…” He squirmed a bit and beside him Anakin muttered and tightened his arms, the panic that had been stirring in Obi-Wan’s chest instantly relaxing. “…I’ll see them eventually Bant, but not yet.”

She frowned at him in disapproval before sighing. “You’re so stubborn Obi. I should go tell the healers you’re awake again so they can feed you.”

“Its going to be more of that nutrition mush, isn’t it.”

“You’re body has to adjust.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He huffed.

“Don’t worry imp, I’ll get you something good later today.” Anakin yawned into his hair, Bant giggling a bit at the two before she bowed as Anakin let go and sat up slowly. “Master Skywalker.”

“Initiate Eerin.” He greeted with a small smile. “Go find those healers would you, the sooner they come and check him over and he eats, the sooner he can be back in our quarters.”

Obi-Wan huffed a bit as Bant skipped off to do so.

“I don’t want to go to the mind healers master.”

“And I’ve told you that’s fine. Just tell me when you’re ready to go.” Anakin ran his fingers through his hair and got of the bed, stretching slowly and letting his bones pop into place. Obi-Wan grimaced at the sound before slowly sitting up and rubbing his hands over his face, touching the bacta patches. “Do I really need these anymore? I don’t think the scars will get any fainter then they already are.”

“No, but it makes me feel better.” Anakin sat back down on the bedside, rubbing the thin legs through the blanket. “Are you sure you feel up to leaving the temple though?”

“…I wanna see the vods.” Obi-Wan whispered quietly, confessing to him. “I grew up in the temple but…but I don’t…” He struggled to set his request into words. Anakin waited patiently. “…I feel like when we’re here, we’re always been judged. One way or the other…and I keep…being afraid of… you know.” He bit his lips, staring at Anakin. ‘Of Palpatine.

Anakin blinked at that before reaching out and tugging lightly on the unbraided hair that made Obi-Wan’s learner braid. “I see. Okay. Then we go see the vods tomorrow. And head to Kamino. Master Shaak and me had some ideas about what we could do and 99 would be happy to see you again. Perhaps you and he could play scrabble?”

“I’d like that…” Obi-Wan smiled before grimacing when Bant returned with a healer who had a tray. “Oh no…the mush…”

“Now now padawan Kenobi. This is the last bowl of it, after this you can go back to your usual diet.” The healer chuckled and Bant grinned at her friend behind the healers back even as Obi-Wan accepted the tray to start eating.

“It tastes of nothingness and slime.”

“And later today we can have nerf steak and tubers Obi-Wan.” Anakin promised, chuckling a bit. “But first you follow the healers orders.”

“Yes Panakin.”

anonymous asked:

Hello, I'm kinda new to the Superbat fandom and I was wondering if there's a guide or something for the comics. I don't know if such thing exists but it never hurts to ask! I've never read a comic in my life, so sorry about that but I wanna start in someway. Your fic got me interest in Superbat <33 Thank you and I'm sorry for awkward question!

Ah, what a wonderful question to get!  DC Comics are daunting af, I know, so here are a few recommendations for where to start–I recommend getting trade paperbacks of these, I think most of them are still available?  Some of these are cut and pasted from an earlier post…

For a pretty full list that runs up to the reboot, you can check out my guide on LJ which covers a LOT of stuff.

  • Jeph Loeb remains the go-to writer for Superbat emotions on the old Superman/Batman title:  Public Enemies and Absolute Power especially.   His run on Batman, Hush, also has some really good Clark/Bruce moments.  He cannot plot worth a damn but he delivers the emotional goods. His Superman for All Seasons has no Bruce in it but remains one of my favorite Superman stories.
  • Frank Miller’s Dark Knight Returns is not a favorite of mine, but it’s an important read because it set the tone for a lot of the modern versions of the two.  It’s also extremely slashy in a bitter, hatesexy sort of way.
  •   World’s Finest #282-300.  1982-1986 was a tumultuous time for comic books, and Superman and Batman briefly got very, very close before The Dark Knight came out and shifted the paradigm on their friendship.  This run of the World’s Finest title is…well, it’s… it’s got Superman and Batman crying together as they witness the great love of mating space worms. It’s got Superman almost murdering Barry Allen for implying Bruce might be dead, and saving him from mind control through the power of hugs.  It’s got Clark crying a single manly tear because Bruce won’t talk to him anymore, and Bruce sadly caressing a picture of the two of them.  Seriously, it’s…it’s worth a read if you can get it.
  • Kingdom Come by Mark Waid has its flaws, and over the years I’ve come to disagree with his characterization of Superman a bit, but it’s got a LOT of very good interactions between an older, sadder Clark and Bruce.  It’s kind of Waid’s answer to The Dark Knight, and features a different kind of rift between them, but one that turns out to be mendable.  I had to read it with Wikipedia open, though, because it’s got a HUGE cast.
  • Waid and Morrison’s runs on the JLA title, especially the “Tower of Babel,” “Divided We Fall,” and “World War III,” storylines, have a lot of good interactions between Superman and Batman.
  • Emperor Joker by Jeph Loeb is a hot mess of a comic book–tons of random characters and an even more random plot–but oh, the hurt/comfort, angst, and suffering for each other!  Yes, worth a read.
  • If you can ever get your hands on Shogun of Steel–an Elseworld AU in which Bruce is a gender-swapped ninja, with canonical romance between “Bruce” and Clark–please do so.
  • You can read most of “The Trust” at the link–it’s a short story about their relationship, short and (very) sweet (if you find sweet “I would totally use a gun to murder you rather than let you hurt people, Clark.”  Which I do).
  • In current comic books, the recently-ended Batman/Superman title had some really good moments in it and also had beautiful, very abstract art.
  • Max Landis’s American Alien had some very good Clark/Bruce content.
  • The Supersons title that’s currently ongoing is probably your best bet for Clark/Bruce content in an ongoing title.  The focus is on Jon and Damian, but their fathers’ solid friendship is always presented as a contrast to their pricklier alliance.

Feel free to drop me an ask if you want any more details!  I’m always happy to talk about Clark and Bruce!

anonymous asked:

AH! <3. oh my gosh. I love each art that you produce, like ALL OF THEM, but currently going to scream at you for the recent one of the au!ABoT. Do you have more details about the year long imprisonment for Reigen? When did he first learn about Mob? How did he get scruffed up in the face? How did he know about the blood activation of the tags? If you don't have time to answer, no worries, I get it. Thanks again for everything!!!

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT, now that I’ve posted the rest of my draws from this AU, I’m gonna blab about a shitton of things. Strap urself in, ur gettin more than u bargained for.

The linchpin of this au is based on two points:

- Mogami is someone who likes to ‘play with their food’. (read: testing the knife slicing reigen’s fingers in chap 8)

- “It’s easier to possess someone while they’re in shock.”

   This is why Reigen knows about Mob in this AU. Mogami lets Reigen’s consciousness through just enough to show him that he’s being used to keep a kid in the basement. Mogami would show Reigen smth like, having a conversation about Mob’s barrier, using Reigen’s mouth to talk to him through the shut basement door. //Mob himself is completely oblivious to Reigen, only ever sensing Mogami’s aura, and not much else.

   The more emotionally shocked/unstable the host, the easier it is to possess them, and the stronger the hold is. And for Reigen, nothing is worse than knowing that his body has been used to dispose of Tetsuo, and to keep Mob isolated and falsely afraid of himself in this hell house. Plus he’s basically powerless to stop it, only ever fully in control of himself when he’s chained to the bed, Mogami’s corpse only a few feet away.

   Does Mogami need to do this in order to possess Reigen? no. Does he simply entertain himself doing it? motherfucker. Aside from cutting Reigen’s hair and shaving his beard to keep up the barest of appearances for the store clerks, Mogami’s care of Reigen’s body is about the same as his care for Mob’s body.

   Long year for salt man and Mob alike. Reeeeeal long year.

Some other thoughts no one brought up, but I’ve considered it often so here it is anyways:

- How come it takes so long to get through the post if the wood is old?

- Why does Mogami let Reigen saw all the way through it?

   All of the other posts on the bed have notches on them. Mogami would let Reigen get to a certain point in the wood, then move him to a different one. Again, Mogami likes playing with his food. He’s entertained by Reigen’s despair in having to start over, that he may never succeed. 

   Reigen’s on the 4th notch in this comic, which means Mogami can’t rotate them anymore. So Reigen gets through. But-! This is still allowed by Mogami, who still intends to use this to fuck with him. Like “alright let’s watch this play out a bit, then i’ll just swoop in and possess it and attach the chain somewhere else, that’ll really be fun.”

   Here, Reigen literally does not know about the blood activation of his tags. He’s just so desperate to get Mob and Get Out that he writes the tag with the only thing he has immediately available.

   In the latest comic, Reigen’s in bad shape. Like, hovering around death’s door kind of shape (which is why he can see Tetsuo and catch him up on the situation, mind ya). It’s not explicitly shown, but before the placebo effect takes place for Mob, Reigen’s chest gets the shred treatment a la chap 9 spirit tags. Reigen just bears through it because he knows that he has to convince Mob that he’s okay for the barrier to actually do no harm. And he succeeds. The ‘scruffiness’ you’re seeing in his face later is because he’s pushing his body to every limit possible.

   Originally, I was gonna have Reigen reach the station and turn himself in for murder, but sorry salt man I changed my mind. You can’t turn yourself in for murdering Tetsuo if you are Tetsuo, who can competently explain the situation to everyone in the force. Like the only reason the police will be okay in this AU is because they Trust Tetsuo, and because Isa’s a force to be reckoned with (even an emotionally devastated Isa).

The irony about all of this… Mogami killing Tetsuo in such an awful way, torturing Reigen with the knowledge that he’s holding a child hostage, the decision to play mind games with him instead of just chaining him to something he can’t grind through… Is exactly what leads to them all getting free, getting some semblance of closure.

anonymous asked:

Selena help !! I have school on wednesday!!! I need a plan so that I don't have to go. Any ideas?

I mean I’m p sure this is where I’m supposed to say “you should go to school anyway!! work hard and get good grades!!” but fuck that if you hate it then good luck and I hope you can get out

why don’t you wanna go? :O is it highschool? I totally get that…I hated highschool so much it was the absolute worst … I don’t know how I survived tbh

actually I do remember I would always carry around notebooks and write stuff in them? I could never pay attention in class so I just didnt bother to try anymore bc I knew I could succeed in other ways so for grade 8-10 (the worst years) I carried around a notebook and I’d write mini stories about my annoying classmates and make up codes and little comics about what we were learning and it really helped tbh. my friends and I also had this notebok we’d write self insert fanfiction in and we’d take turns writing in it and pass it off to each other when we crossed paths in the hallways and then read what each other added during breaks and that was SOOO fun it was one of the best things about highschool haha I super miss being able to do that

that got rambley but anyway my general advice since I don’t know anything about your life is to get a notebook and have it be your designated Survive School notebook and carry it with you to every class and just do whatever in it and never show anyone. notebooks are the shit dude even the boring ones are magical

anonymous asked:

hello hello!! could i please request yoongi + a sweet kiss? thank you 😊💝 btw you're one of my fave writers!! i'm always so happy to see updates from you (only as long as you have time to update, though! don't overwork yourself ☺️). keep up the good work and hope you're doing well!!! ⭐️

Yoongi + 9. A Sweet Kiss

A/N: thank you!!! ahhh i can’t believe i’m one of your faves :’)

Ten hours. That was how long you’d been working on this essay. You couldn’t even tell anymore if you were hungry or if you could feel your butt.

And you were exhausted. Even moving your hands to finally close the screen of your laptop felt like a chore. You stretched and felt an ache run down your back. Rubbing it out, you stood from the chair and wondered if you had the energy to cook for yourself.

“Maybe I can make Yoongi bring me food,” you muttered to yourself and found your voice scratchy from disuse.

You called him, mostly to speak to another human being after being alone with your computer for so long and found, just as you expected, that he was still awake. “What do you want?” He asked, sounding not really annoyed but expectant.

You smiled. “How do you know me so well?”

“Just do. What do you want?” His voice was faint and you could hear the familiar sounds of him typing in the background. You didn’t have to wonder to know he was working on a song.

“Bring me food? If you aren’t busy.”

“Let me finish up here. Give me half an hour.” He hung up.

You bit your lip. You were playing with fire, you knew. Ever since you’d figured out how you felt about him you’d been pushing the boundaries between friends and partners by inviting him over late.

But so far he hadn’t taken the bait. You didn’t know if he just wasn’t attracted to you or if respected you too much to make a move, but you knew the issue wasn’t another person. The boy barely had time to spend with you, he certainly didn’t have time for someone else.

If you were bolder, maybe, you would kiss him. But that thought scared you. The idea that the second your lips touched his he pulled away and stopped speaking to you, thinking you were always going to throw yourself at him.

In the midst of your worrying, the doorbell rang.

You didn’t bother getting up from your wallowing on the couch since you’d long since given Yoongi the key to your place. The doorbell was just a formality to let you know he was there.

He stepped in, dropped his keys on your coffee table, and walked past you to the kitchen. You rolled off the couch, trailing after him. “You’re not even gonna say hi?”

He lifted his eyes from the bag he’d set on your counter and gave you an unreadable look. “Hi.”

“What’d you bring?” You asked, sliding in beside him to peek into the bag.

He tensed at the touch of your skin and you wondered. Had he always been this tense at your touch?

You ran a hand down his back and shot a quick glance at his face from the corner of your eye. He was blushing. A crazy thought swirled around in your mind. “Yoongi,” you began, before you could second-guess yourself, “do you like me?”

Yoongi’s blush deepened. “Why are you asking?”

You shrugged, trying to make yourself look as nonchalant as possible. “Because I like you.”

His head turned to look at you comically fast.

You shrugged again, feeling stiff in spite of your attempts to look as casual as he always did. “It would just be nice if you liked me too.”

His lips were on yours before you had time to think.

It was only when you were sinking into his kiss, when his lips were soft and patient on yours, that you had time to wonder how long he’d been holding that in. How long he’d waiting to put his hands on your cheeks and push his fingers into your hair and breathe you in like he was then.

You crushed your body to his and gasped at his warmth and the way he moved you back against your counter. The edge dug painfully into the small of your back but you ignored it to focus on the way his hands left your face to wander down your sides and rest at your hips.

He was first to pull away and you had to stop yourself from whining at the loss of him. “You should eat,” he murmured, turning back to the bag of food, and you could see he was fighting back a smile.

You waited for him to look at you again so he could see the glint in your eye of the plans you had in store for the rest of the night and for the rest of forever, if he’d let you. Then you beamed. “Only if you stay with me.”

voltron amusement park headcanons

i was inspired so here:

  • hunk fuckin destroys at the arcade
  • he also destroys at those boardwalk games
  • wins everyone stuffed animals
  • lance naively challenges him to a virtual racecar match
  • lance ends up crying
  • like i said before, keith is a roller coaster/thrill ride nut. the second they get to the park he makes a bee line for the coasters
  • he’s been on kingda ka, he’s been on el toro, he’s been on top thrill dragster. he’s been on them all. he’s seen some things.
  • pidge isn’t really into roller coasters but she goes apeshit over bumper cars
  • “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY SHITLORD” - pidge as she smashes her car into a five year old’s
  • shiro films her from the sidelines with his giant 90s camcorder
  • “pidge! pidge look this way sweetie!”
  • pidge roars at the camera
  • shiro: *tearfully* they grow up so fast
  • allura splurges on all the sweets, comes back to shiro’s bench with her arms full of every flavor of cotton candy and ice cream imagineable
  • shiro takes one look at her load
  • allura squints because fuck u she wants her sweets
  • but shiro only says “you didn’t get popcorn. we have to go back and get popcorn.”
  • coran is the designated holder of bags/purses/toys, but he does join in at one point to challenge hunk to a match
  • everyone is concerned for coran’s health
  • hunk is hesitant but agrees
  • they get set up
  • everyone starts screaming
  • coran is crowned god
  • hunk resigns himself to hanging out with pidge, who insists they go on the tilt-a-whirl
  • hunk has never been on the tilt-a-whirl
  • it does not end well
  • hunk: crying
  • pidge: maniacal Chaotic Neutral laughter
  • keith gets bored going on coasters by himself so he finds lance flirting with an employee and drags him on with him
  • lance refuses
  • keith: what are you, scared?
  • lance: WHAT NO i just don’t wanna be stuck sitting next to YOU
  • keith doesn’t believe him so lance is forced to prove his honor
  • about five seconds into the car going up the hill he starts screaming and clutches onto keith’s hand for dear life
  • he screams throughout the whole thing
  • not even separate screams just one long continuous scream
  • keith feels bad so he doesn’t say anything when they get off the ride and lance has to lie down on a bench for 10 minutes
  • lance gets his revenge by dragging keith to the haunted house
  • the reason lance thought the castle was haunted was because he’s a huge horror fan
  • loves movies, video games, comics, novels, rides, anything to do with monsters, and loves being scared
  • keith likes them too, but he just can’t do haunted houses
  • keith doesn’t scream per se, but he’s tight lipped and stiff throughout the whole thing and never lets go of lance’s sleeve
  • elsewhere shiro and allura decide to ride the love boat/tunnel of love together Just As Friends (hhahahhahaha)
  • it’s dark and romantic and there are candles and stuff
  • they kinda look at each other then look away
  • shalalalalala my oh my looks like the boy’s too shy
  • they finally work up the nerve to lean in, lean in, lean in-
  • out of nowhere pidge pops up behind them “hey you guys got anymore fig newtons?”
  • allura shrieks and shiro nearly tips over the boat
  • hunk appears too (they were both hiding in the backseat) “im so sorry it was all pidge’s idea oh gosh please don’t be mad”
  • shiro and allura just stare
  • finally allura rubs her temples and decides to take a nap on shiro cause he’s comfy
  • shiro hands over the fig newtons
  • at the end of the day hunk challenges coran to a rematch
  • they tie, and both regard the other as an equal
  • the end

cherrycrush52  asked:

I don't know if you have anwered this before but what inspired you to create your beautiful art? Like how did you come up with your versions of the characters?

I’ve never answered this before so this is going to be a huge answer, so keep reading if interesting!! :)

well, this has been in development since I started to paint colored portraits of Harry as an auror in 2016. Once in a while I was seeing some cool pictures of guys with man bun that just made me think of Harry as an Auror and I painted them just to improve and bring some different ideas to the fandom.

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anonymous asked:

How did the first meeting between Alistair and Tabris go?

Not particularly well, actually. Tiny elf crammed with rage and ready to kill any and all humans, not a solid foundation for interpersonal relationships.