i don't even know why i done this

Having one of those phases of crippling self-doubt all writers get. This fic is going to be so dull, it’s such a petty little plot, it doesn’t even try to have depth, there’s no goddamn pacing and people will probably prefer the original to the rewrite anyway, and the sequence of events isn’t even changing enough to make rereading worthwhile, been there, done that, why bother, and I know it’s just life stress affecting outlook, it will pass, these things swing around, but there’s got to be some bitching and moaning on the way or else I’ll just flop down from trying to carry all the strain.

my dad👨👨‍👦is hermes 📲🐍🤴💞
he 📮📬messengers 📩📨💸 things 📑📎
you’ll know💡📚📙his sign🔺by his shoes✨🔥👟👠with those wings👼
i’d wait 👀💭💤by the phone📱☎️📞but the phone📱☎️📞never❌😤 rings📲🔕
oh no😔💔🎶 (yea 🌾i know 💅✅ how that goes✈️)
when⏰⏳ your👉 dad’s a god🙏😇😎💎✨life can be tough 😣👎
i met the guy🚶🙋‍♂️once ☝️1️⃣ and once👇1️⃣ was enough🙅‍♂️😠🤧

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did some facial ref practice with the vento aureo gang also @ davidpro part 5 when????

So No. 6 has this subtle recurring theme I've picked up on.
  • Shion: "Hey Nezumi, could you do this thing?"
  • Nezumi: "How fucking dare you ask me to do that. You think I do things for you? No. I am out for myself and myself only, and if you want something done do it your fucking self Shion. You're not the boss of me. I don't even know why I put up with you. I don't even know why I associate with you. You don't know anything about this world do you? If you asked anyone else to do that thing you just asked me to do they'd spit in your face. Fuck you Shion. FUCK YOU."
  • Shion: "Ok."
  • Nezumi: "Well if you're going to be A BITCH about it!" *proceeds to do go above and beyond to do thing*
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still trying to break in this t-t-t-tablet so here are some morioh sketches!

anonymous asked:

What is your current mood?

I’ve had a bad day.

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these are named do-you-ever-cry.png  im-crying-right-now.png and drown-me-in-the-river-of-my-own-tears.png

I started drawing with “Your Obedient Servant” and I finished with “Cabinet Battle #2″

  • me when i understand something in math: i'm a genius. did you know that i'm a genius? you are standing in the presence of a genius. how does it feel to know a genius. me, a genius. you can just call me albert einstein, a known genius.
  • me when it gets remotely more challenging: burn this world to the ground. i don't deserve this pain. no one deserves this pain. why do teachers even do this to us? do they want us to fail? i deserve an A, i was a genius once. math is impossible, no one can even do it and i want the world to burn to the ground.
  • Cas: DEAN?
  • Dean: yeah?
  • Cas: where is my angel blade?
  • Dean: what?
  • Cas: WHERE. IS. MY. ANGEL BLADE?
  • Dean: I, uh, put it away.
  • Cas: WHERE?
  • Dean: WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?
  • Cas: I NEED IT!
  • Dean: UH UH. DON'T YOU THINK ABOUT RUNNING OFF AND DOING NO-DARING-SHIT. WE'VE BEEN PLANNING THIS DINNER FOR TWO MONTHS!
  • Cas: HEAVEN IS IN DANGER!
  • Dean: MY EVENING IS IN DANGER!
  • Cas: YOU TELL ME WHERE MY ANGEL BLADE IS, HUMAN! WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE GREATER GOOD!
  • Dean: greater good? I am your HUSBAND. I AM THE GREATEST GOOD YOU ARE EVER GONNA GET.
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ratcity  asked:

prompt: an Angel falls to earth and they land in bumfuck America and the first place they go is a diner, bloodstained and singed, to have a shitty cup of coffee

five conversations between a waitress named maria and an angel, recently fallen

1. Maria hadn’t said anything when the woman came in, blood in her teeth and a purpling bruise on her cheekbone. She’d been dressed too warmly for the mild spring, a puffy overcoat that hid her arms, her whole body, all the way down to her knees. But Maria hadn’t said anything, not when the woman ducked into the diner’s bathroom, coming back with everything washed away but the dirt under her nails, not when when she wanted the table by the window, and a cup of coffee, just coffee. (Cream and sugar? Maria had asked, but the question seemed to confuse her.) Maria hadn’t said a word as the woman sat there, coffee untouched for hours, until it was almost closing.

She was still staring fixedly out the dark window, as though the coming and going of the truckers at the gas station next door were some code in need of deciphering.

Maria cleared her throat, making the woman startle. “We’re about to close the kitchen, did you want a fresh cup?”

“A fresh–oh. No, I don’t–don’t like the way it tastes.”

“Did you want to order something else?”

“No, no, it’s just–people are always ordering coffee. I thought it must taste…not like this.”

Maria was startled into laughing, and was gratified to see a tentative smile cross the strange woman’s face. “That might just be Jenny’s day-old roast. You probably ought to try Starbucks or something before handing down the final verdict,” Maria told her, smiling.

The woman had kind eyes. “I will.”

Maria looked at her for a second, then set the coffee pot down on the table. She slid into the booth across from her, and folded her hands together. “Look, it’s none of my business, but–if you’re in some trouble, I got a friend who works in Family Services, I’d be happy to call her for you.”

There was a flash of panic across the stranger’s face. “No, I–I don’t have any family,” she said carefully, looking at some point over Maria’s shoulder.

“Whoever gave you those bruises–”

“I fell.”

Maria’s heart ached. “Look…”

The woman frowned, her dark eyes searching Maria’s face as though trying to read the thoughts behind it. “No, I really did fall,” she insisted.

“Okay. Okay, just–I’m putting it out there. You should know there are options, you don’t have to stay.  Look,  I’ve got to get the dishwasher running, so…don’t go anywhere, okay? I’ll walk out with you.”

When Maria came back to the table, the untouched coffee was still there. Underneath was a twenty dollar bill, the edges very slightly singed.

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Janeway x Coffee, Season 5

I didn’t know there was a picture limit for photosets until now!! I’ve never tried to put more than ten pictures in one set. Ugh.

This was a good season for coffee.

Sorry for the long post, but coffee spam is okay, isn’t it? I like doing this.

(view the rest of the series here)