i don't know if i like this or not but oh well

anonymous asked:

plc anon, im all of them except coran because what the fuck is a turn signal? what do u mean going the speed limit? what is a stop sign? what do u mean listening to Hamilton as loudly as i can while screaming out the lyrics is not "safe" officer? but ive never gotten a ticket? one time a guy cut me off and my older bro was like "no no it's not worth it don't fight them FUCKING DRIVE" and we didn't know i couldn't see well until i was 16, so i shouldn't have been able to drive. (mostly pidge tho)

adkfjgsdjhf oh no

i’ve never gone the speed limit a day in my life, my guy. i don’t have severe road rage, but i get like. miffed. disappointed. grumbly.

tbh the only time i’ve gotten pulled over was for the Pidge Situation (unknowingly going 75 in a 25) because it was late at night and i was a new driver unfamiliar with the location. it was my second six months with a license which meant i wasn’t supposed to be out after 10pm except for school or church functions, and i was coming back from a tennis tournament, so my license wasn’t in danger but i was worried it might not count and i’d be in huge trouble? so i was very scared polite to the officer and he said that it was an honest mistake (the road eventually turns into a highway and i thought we were already on it) and he didn’t want me to get points on my license this early on and let me go without any ticket.

i thanked him profusely and he said “no problem. i hope you get home to _____ safely!” “oh, um…thanks!” i replied, confused as to how he knew what city i was from. was it on my drivers license? i didn’t think so. i meditated on this during the hour drive (les mis blasting) and finally i got home, looked in the mirror, and realized that i had my high school/town name written across the front of my shirt in large, bold text.

Halloween 2016

Y’know, I really enjoy the concept of Clark Kent.

Like, minus the whole superman aspect.

because, like, okay I can buy that maybe he can disguise himself well enough to hide the fact that he’s superman, but i doubt any amount of slouching and glasses wearing can truly disguise that he’s a very tall EXTREMELY muscular man with a jawline that can cut glass.

So basically this newspaper office has this guy who looks like a weightlifter/supermodel just hanging around but he wears glasses and acts like a huge nerd and everyone just goes with it???

Like “Oh yeah, that’s Clark. No no he works here. Oh no don’t bother being intimidated by him, talk to him for five minutes and he’ll devolve into a lecture on proper tractor maintenance. We like Clark.”

 I wonder if the ladies in the office ever drag him with them to bars so they don’t have to worry about creeps trying to harass them like “back off creeps our friend here is 6′4″ and grew up chucking hay bales” 
And then it’s funny because (as far as they know) Clark is like, the meekest lil nerd around. (He don’t look it though!!!!)

It’s just incredible to me that Clark Kent can pull off being a quiet harmless dork while still looking like, well, superman. 

“I grab both sides of her face and force her to look at me”

“I don’t want to ever see you like that again.”
“I’m alright. I’m still here. Okay?”


There was someone in my inbox talking about Kaminari in a skirt and tbh I usually don’t draw bnha suggestions but the pun came to me and how do you ignore a pun 

(you don’t, that’s how)

DeanCas Coda to 12.07: Rock Never Dies 

Dean waits until Sam and Crowley have wandered off in different directions—Crowley muttering something under his breath about ridiculous cow eyes—before turning his attention to Cas. The angel is hunched over and staring blindly at his shoes, absently chewing his lip.


When Dean gets the brunt of Castiel’s big blue eyes, the smile he’d been planning on trying falls flat. “So,” he murmurs instead, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “We should probably talk about your suicidal attempt to fight Satan, huh?”

Cas raises an unimpressed brow. “It was for the greater good, Dean. That’s the job.”

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A couple questions popped into my mind while I was drawing this: what will grunge look like in the 23rd century and will Caprisun still exist?

We were kinda in separate places when I mentioned the idea to her. I spoke to her on the phone and she had heard the song cause Jack had played it to her, so she really liked it. So she went into studio the next day, I think she was somewhere else, can’t remember exactly where she was though.
[On whether he was a little bit nervous pitching an idea to Taylor Swift on the phone and not knowing if she’s gonna say “oh really?”] Well, the interesting thing was - she is actually friends with Gigi, so she’d already reached out, cause Jack had already played her the song anyway cause we’ve [Jack and him] done it together and she really liked it and she’d mentioned to me that she liked the song so I already kinda knew in the back of my mind that she liked it so… I was like - I’ll ask her if she wants to be on it and she was cool with it.
—  Zayn Malik taking on Elvis Duran’s Morning Show about recording “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever” with Taylor Swift (X)

Sondertale: Chapter 1 - Part 6 (2/2)


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What a miserable creature…

And here’s the second half of the update! :)

So a few things:

First off, no one else can hear Frisk except for Sans, so….yeah Sans sounds crazy when talking to Frisk.

Secondly, aside from working on Fatal_Error, a big part of what delayed me completing this part was the fact that I was undecided on how I wanted to visually portray battles in this comic, since they’re totally going to happen (if they want that True Reset!). I debated between a few different ideas, but eventually liked this way best. Thanks for being patient with me while I worked that out :)

Thirdly and lastly, I will be streaming tomorrow evening! I’ll announce exactly what I’ll be working on tomorrow, and the time as well :)

Goodnight! Enjoy the update :)

Project Disney: Live Action Films, Day 3 - Favorite Musical
Careful the wish you make, wishes come true.
Not free.

he/him, even with the hijab picture

tagged by the amazing @hubris-but-no-writing

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Merry Christmas [Riley & Lucas’ one shot]

Author’s note: Fortunately, I was able to finish this. Not what I hoped it to be, but at least it’s something. Merry Christmas Eve to everyone celebrating.

Set ten years after Heart eyes.

“Here?” Lucas asked standing on his tip toes.

“A little to the right and a bit higher,” the brunette mumbled the orders as she covered her mouth with her right hand trying to keep a bite of chocolate cake her husband had bought from falling out from her mouth. “You know what, no, it looks better on the left.”

The blond man shook his head chuckling before hanging a small ceramic angel on the Christmas tree.

Riley and Lucas had gotten married a month after Lucas finished his studies at the veterinary school, on the day Lucas finally had his moment at the ski lodge. The lovebirds had been together for over a decade and they knew each other better than anyone. He knew her better than Maya and Farkle, and she knew him better than Zay and, surprisingly, Smackle, who Lucas considered to be his younger sister. City girl and subway boy were the last ones to get married, although their friend had made a bet they would be married by the end of the sophomore year of college. 

No one thought Riley and Lucas would stay in New York; their classmates from high school were sure they would move to Texas, to Pappy Joe’s ranch whilst the young artist and her husband, English teacher, also known as Riley’s uncle stayed in the big apple. Of course, Maya and Josh didn’t move to Texas, they chose to live in Philadelphia with Josh’s parents, but to everyone else seeing Riley and Maya separately, living their own live was strange. Farkle and Isadora were living in California, raising Riley and Lucas’ godchildren Marie and Pierre. As for Zay… Well, he couldn’t leave his best friend. So he stayed in New York

“How about now?” Lucas asked hopefully.

“Yes! Right there!” Riley exclaimed.

Lucas hung up the toy and took a step back and wrapping one of his arms around Riley’s waist after she had fed him another bite of the cake. The two lovers stood in the middle of their new apartment, looking as the twinkling lights danced on the white walls. Riley rested her head on Lucas’ shoulder admiring his work.

“Ready to put on the angel?” he asked before kissing her forehead.

Riley nodded excitedly before leaving his warm embrace, walking towards the coffee table where she placed the plate with the rest of the dessert.

When she came back to him carrying the angel they had made together in their senior year of high school, Lucas was already waiting for her with his arms stretched towards her. He lifted Riley up, setting her on his shoulders, and walked to the Christmas tree.

“It’s perfect,” Riley whispered when he set her down and wrapped her up in his arms once again not wanting to ruin the magical moment.

“It is,” her blond husband agreed.

A moment of them staring at their Christmas tree and the twinkling lights had passed when Lucas spoke, making Riley open her eyes.

“I have something for you.”

“I thought we agreed this apartment would our gift to each other! I didn’t get you anything!” Riley whined with tears in her eyes.

“Hey hey hey, it’s for the both of us, okay? When I think about it it’s not even for us,” Lucas said chuckling as he wiped a few tears that had escaped Riley’s hazel eyes.

The brunette looked at him confused. If the present wasn’t for her or them, then who?

“Ever since I had that vision of our future in your father’s classroom, all I’ve wanted in this life was to have a family with you. Every time I looked at you I would see a woman I was eager to spend the rest of my life with, I could see you walking down the alter, hear you saying I do, promising me to put up with me till our last days. I could see it all. The images of our future would come and go, but the picture of you and our children would always stay.”

Lucas took her hands in his, kissing each tenderly, before he intertwined their fingers and started walking toward the spare room that was next to their bedroom.

“This month I saw you with Maya and Josh’s daughter, I saw the way your eyes lit up when Pierre and Marie said your name for the first time. I saw the way you took care of my niece last week. “

When they reached the room, Riley was still holding back the tears in her eyes. But when Lucas opened the door letting her go in first, the tears were streaming down her cheeks.

In the middle of the room stood a wooden crib.

“When we were down in Texas, I told you I was helping my Dad and Pappy Joe, but they were actually helping me out. This crib was mine and for some reason, my Mom didn’t let Dad to get rid of it. So when I saw it, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about us and what the future holds for us,” Lucas confessed shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he watched Riley circling the crib. She knelt down at the end of it, tracing every line of a carved teddy bear that seemed to be sitting in the middle of a maple leaves and scattered jellybeans.

Riley didn’t say a word. She just sat there, tracing every pattern over and over again.

“You’re my everything, Riley,” Lucas whispered sitting down next to her. “The world needs more of you. And I really hope that next Christmas there will be three of us.”

What Lucas didn’t expect was to see his wife running out of the room the moment those words had left his mouth. He didn’t understand what was going on.

The blond stood up ready to go after the brunette, but just a few seconds later Riley was holding onto him for dear life.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she kept repeating over and over again.

“Do you know how scared I was?” Lucas sighed trying to pull her even closer to him. “Please never do that again.”

Unfortunately for him, she backed away. In that moment Lucas noticed a square package she was holding in her hands.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, but I had to bring this to you,” Riley said as she placed the present in his hands.

“What is this?” Lucas asked taking off the wrapping paper.

The blond’s hand started shaking when he saw the framed picture.

“Princess?” he whispered lifting his head just for a moment before his eyes locked on the picture again.

Riley’s heart warmed at the sight of her husband’s shaking fingers touching a specific place. She let out a laugh, making Lucas look at her just to see her walking towards him. And in that moment, she realized why their friends still used the old nickname.

She took one of his trembling hands and placed it on her slightly bigger stomach Lucas had failed to notice.

“Merry Christmas, Heart eyes,” she smiled at him gently caressing his cheeks. “Merry Christmas to the three of us.”

Oh god I have sinned… (Yeah well whatever :^)). ) -quick sketch-
*obviously the reference is the show’s screenshots -and yes- the art is supposed to look like the anime, this is by no means my usual style* (urg the colours look off)

okay but listen

so, the eros routine. you know, the one that was heavily inspired by a certain accidental playboy who drunkenly seduced victor at this one banquet and then just up and left? know the one? well maybe it isn’t the program inspired by the shenanigans of that evening, i mean oh wow what a coincidence that christophe “poledancer extraordinaire” giacometti also comes up with an over the top super sexy routine and decides to call it “intoxicated

actually you know what i bet the kings of being extra came up with the ideas together and then

“okay vitya is the plan still a go now that you’re shacking up with him and playing his coach (how kinky!♥)” “you kidding me the guy’s acting like nothing happened i’m gonna make him skate the fucking routine so he can think about what he did to me chris”