i don't know what those things are...so...yeah

so I’ve always sort of liked the idea that within the communion of saints there the Heavy Hitters, the Career Saints who are invoked widely and in situations of grave need—I’m talking your Catherines and Francises and Theresas, the Twelve Disciples and Michael; the Big Time Major League saints who intercede on behalf of so many, and so are always in conversation with the divine, case managers for the sick and dying and hurting and faithful of the world.

but that also means that there’s a bunch of saints hanging around who are just—minor holy women, lesser martyrs, incidental virgins, doctors of the church who never managed to find a publisher. They’re not prayed to very often, and rarely called on to manage the difficult cases; they have a lot of free time.

so what do you do, if you’re a saint with some free time on your hands? You answer all the not-quite-prayers, the “jesus, don’t turn red don’t turn red’ muttered by cab drivers and the “christ, can you just try it to see this from my point of view?” spat out by a furious girlfriend and all the “oh god please let me make this meeting in time” “please don’t let me fail” “I’m so tired I hope I can get home”

or maybe I just like the idea that every time you mutter “god, let me be okay” there’s some girl killed in 9th century for refusing to marry who falls into step beside you—and though no book or chronicle or living person remembers her name, she squints up at you and says with holy authority, “yeah, you’re going to be fine.”

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cat using supergirl airlines (begrudgingly cause apparently cat's afraid of heights but she has no better alternative since she's shit late for a meeting or something i dunno then they have a moment and oh right that whole j'onn j'onnz thing never happened and cat knows about kara being supergirl and she takes advantage of that of course but only on the rare occasions that people don't need saving)

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SUBWAY SLEEPER, pt. 11

pt. 1  |  pt. 2  |  pt. 3  |  pt. 4  |  pt. 5  |  pt. 6  |  pt. 7  |  pt. 8  |  pt. 9  |  pt. 10


Stiles makes it home.  Mostly.  He has his hand on the knob but then kind of just sinks down to his knees and starfishes face-down over the threshold, half in his apartment and half in the hall.  This feels like as good a place as any to live out the rest of his life, gets a nice draft and everything.

That’s how Scott and Lydia find him when Scott gets home twenty minutes later.

Scott crouches down next to his head and squawks out an alarmed: “Stiles, Jesus, what happened?”

Stiles turns his head so his cheek is pressed flat to the floorboard and he can see Scott’s concerned puppy expression under his fringe.  “I met him.”  It sounds like a death sentence the way he’s said it, all croaky and broken.  In a way, it kind of is so fair play to Stiles.  “I—We talked.  He asked me to come back tomorrow.”  He props himself up with his hands on the floor, halfway to standing but not that invested in it yet.

Scott frowns at him.  “Why do you look like the world just ended then?”  Stiles flops back down unhappily and Scott points a finger in his face.  Literally in his face, cheek depressed under Scott’s fingertip.  He pokes a few more times, says, “Because that all sounds like really good news.”

Stiles shifts his cheek away from Scott, which puts him squashed-nose-down against their floor again.  He blinks into the darkness from his own shadow.  “I’m in love with him,” he mumbles to himself, groans.  “This is so stupid, I know, Lydia, shut up” he points at where she was standing against the doorframe before he returned to his friend the floor and stabs at her with his finger, “—preemptively shut up—but he actually is it.  He’s my person.”  Stiles rolls over like a depressed seal, sits up and digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, making starbursts and orange blobs bloom behind the lids.  “I’m… finished.  I just knew it.  He was sitting there, being all—” Stiles lowers his hands, blinks plaintively up at Scott and Lydia, “you know, with the face and the surliness and I thought, I thought, yeah, this face, this surliness, that’s my new forever.”  He drops back down, floor and spine smushed together again.  “Only it isn’t and I am massively, irreparably fucked because he has a girlfriend.  And even if he wasn’t unobtainable, he’s still unobtainable.  In an ‘I have to invent new words because there aren’t ones that so much as touch him’ kind of way.”

Lydia taps the toe of her high heel into his chest and tells him thoughtfully, “You’re depressing, you know that?”  She carefully sips from the same latte cup she had earlier, purses her lips.  “Also, did you say tomorrow?  Your computer science midterm is tomorrow.”

Stiles pops upright, eyes wide. Nooooo.  That can’t—it isn’t—goddamn it!   “Oh shit.  Shit.  Fuck.  Shit.  I can’t meet him tomorrow.”  His midterm’s not until late evening but he hasn’t even started the studying process yet.  Which consists of downing a bunch of his Adderall pills, holing up in the library, jamming all related information that’ll stick into the folds of his brain where it’ll later leak out to be replaced by song lyrics and Friends quotes, sobbing - bitterly, going to the corner gas station for 5am Red Bulls, an hour or so of unscheduled and repeated cat naps while he slaps himself in the face to try to spark consciousness, drooling, desperate crying, panicked reading and, finally, acceptance that he will not pass.  Until he miraculously does (about an 87% success rate on that).

There was no room for Derek in that.  Derek eclipses everything, even the Friends quotes.  Stiles can’t see him and retain anything to do with computers on the same day.

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Oh hey so I made that warlock of the Raven Queen today!

Anyone wanna listen to me talk about her? Yes? No? I’ll tell you anyway.

So I’ve not really figured out what she was doing before she was… 18-ish? I mean.. what do kids even usually do in the dnd-verse? go to school?? is that a thing?? dunno. But at around 18-19 she started stealing things, breaking into places, that sort of thing, to make money. Most of the money probably went into food and all that but she always made sure to give a part of it to the local temple (/some other form of charity). She learned to be quite a successful cat burglar, and maybe even made a bit of a reputation for herself, she was probably caught once or twice but usually managed to break her way out of holding and just hid somewhere for a while. She also kind of dated this awesome half-elf girl, who also happened to be a very reliable fence, for a while. It was a really casual thing though, they were never anything serious (also she’s. like. so gay. (which i believe has somehow become like a theme for underlings of the RQ?? i’m okay with this.))

Then, she managed to somehow make some really powerful enemies in the criminal world (maybe she broke into the wrong place, maybe she stole something important, maybe she made out with someone’s girlfriend, who knows) and she had to go into hiding. She’s about 22? at this point. This is also the last time she saw that fence girl, I’m really hoping they meet again at some point. She managed to stay hidden for a while, probably moving from city to city, but eventually those enemies found her and they tried to kill her by burning down the house she was in at night. And they succeeded. Sort of.

As she was dying, or dead, or something, she had a vision of the Raven Queen. She was offered a deal; she could survive the fire and continue her life if she swore to help track down and recover an important artifact (maybe???) that was stolen, probably from like some ancient temple ruin or something. She agreed to the deal because a) she didn’t want to die and b) she liked the idea of possibly getting revenge on the ones who murdered her. And that’s how she became a warlock! I’d also like to think that after the fire the word spread that she was dead, but she managed to get a message to a few of her closest contacts (including the fence girl, i just really want a reunion okay) that she was still alive.

She’s very charismatic and pleasant to be around, and she has a habit of trying to convince people she’s right. And also lying (i mean what, her?? lying??? never.) She has pretty good stats all around - except her strength, she’s feeble af - and she has skills in things like arcana, history and religion. She’s also kind of a kleptomaniac, she can’t help but think of stealing little trinkets and whatnot whenever she visits a place. I think she also doesn’t exactly advertise the fact that she’s a warlock or who her patron is (like most warlocks i think?), but I haven’t quite figured out how she does explain her powers, maybe she just pretends to be a wizard. Or a rogue.

Oh, and she’s a half-elf, btw.

vaxillian  asked:

Any clue as to what you will draw after all the Voltron stuff? Any ideas of branching out? hint hint wink wink.

I don’t know mate, I’m pretty hooked onto the characters and story I do enjoy Voltron a lot! I’ll probably love and draw it for a long time… but after the show ends? I’m not sure. 

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

If I can’t find a show that inspires me enough to make more fanart then I’ll keep drawing for older stories I love or, you know, MY STORIES?(that i cry about all the time?) Branching out tho? I mean I’m not sure how I could other than seeking out shows, I want to, but do you mean in some specific way?

sorry there was something on my p key I had to get it off

remember kiddos there’s a line between “I enjoy this content, but I recognize and am critical of/dislike its flaws” and “I recognize that this content has flaws but I enjoy it anyways and in fact enjoy some of the parts that rely on those flaws, and will defend their inclusion.”

It’s been such a long emotional week in fandom for me.

First, the Nygmobblepot fandom lost a phenomenal, generous, and brilliant artist to anon hate and anti-crap. Which infuriates me cause there doesn’t seem to be a way to prevent it. When fandoms get so large, you will have differences of opinion, which is fine. You be you.

But personal attacks and anon/known hate are not! Having 200-300 people block a few ***holes doesn’t seem like an effective strategy for creating a fandom safe place. It’s just so frustrating. LJ had its issues, but even un-moderated communities were amazing refuges from the torrent of bile people could spew on their personal blogs. While they weren’t always perfect, community blogs did their best to shield their members from personal attacks and I miss that.

Then Buffy’s 20th brings up so many amazing memories. Can’t believe I was an active member of that fandom for over 10 years, pre-LJ even. An actual literal decade! I made so many lifelong friends and even connected with a guy, who would eventually become my husband, over the show.  It changed my life and shaped who I am as a person.

And TVD is finally over. Didn’t know I could love and hate a show at the exact same time.

Finally, I didn’t get tickets to San Diego Comic Con and the added salt in the wound is they let me into a registration room but there were no tickets left to select. Argh!

I’m just so ready for this hiatus to be OVER! Gotham is 6 weeks away!

6 WEEKS! 7 MORE MONDAYS! WE ARE SO CLOSE! SO CLOSE!

I am so thrilled that Nygmobblepot Week starts tomorrow cause I need it so bad right now! I wish I could have done something for it myself, but I’m so busy right now, I just couldn’t.

But I plan to read and watch and coo over everything I can get my hands on. All the Nygmobblepot fanwork creators deserve to know how much I love and appreciate everything they do to bring our ship to life and put a much needed smile on my face. THANK YOU!

Watercoloured Elf - yeah i really didn’t know what else to call it xD but I’m super happy with how it turned out. It’s been a while since I made an OC and now that I think about it I don’t think I ever used colour.. I wanted to try and work with watercolours to see how it’d turn out andddd needless to say I might use those from now on ^^” I’m super satisfied with the outcome. Here’s to more fanart^^ artblock begone!

Made by jiyu-koya. Please do not repost, do not remove source

ah yes it’s that time of year again

the time when I spend valuable studying time determining the lowest grade I can get to still pass the class

Arisasa is literally one of the top sinships in the hottest way: it’s got daddy kink, boss/secretary workplace kink, superior/subordinate kink, captor/captive kink, violent, sometimes Stockholm Syndrome, you name it. Bonus that these ideas can’t be claimed by opposers in the fandom to be pulled from thin air; each dynamic can be referenced to the canon (of course, not explicit) relationships set in place for Arima and Haise/Kaneki. (That, however twisted, is more than other pairings can claim in terms of hints of canon reference for character interactions).

Like damn, if the complex intertwining between these two in the general manga doesn’t get you thinking of ways to explore their characters in dark, twisted, hell even romantic ways, I don’t know what will. Arisasa in general can both be very hot and intriguing in its levels of complexities. There is so much to work with and that is why I love it.

entirely random thought but what if clone club meet each other during jury duty and everyone is really freaked out and doesn’t know what’s happening and when the final jury is picked out it’s just a whole row of all them Tatiana and everyone is very very confused but just goes with it anyway. That would be pretty hilarious.

DIAMOND ARAKITA X PERIDOT TOUDOU GEM FUSION━━━!!! ☆彡★彡☆

in case you’re out of context this is my wild crystal gem yowapeda au inspired by steven universe ofc

w/c:4,300

Niall’s breathing harshly through his nose when he reaches the spot—an exact parallel of that Tuesday one year ago.

Red cheeks that reach the tip of his hairline, sweaty palms from his jittery hands, a pressure caught between his throat and chest that’s making it painfully hard for the air to remain in his tired lungs—it’s all strangely familiar.

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YOU’RE GONNA CRY

Whenever I start into something with emotional punch and talk about it on tumblr people are always like IT’S GONNA MAKE YOU CRY JUST WAIT IT’LL MAKE YOU CRY!!!

and I’m like

um actually it will not 

I don’t really cry at media tbqh I go “awww sad” and think about how it’s sad and then I’m like hmm yes that is sad and then usually I’m done so assertions that I’m going to get emotional about things just kind of confuse and mildly affront me.  YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT I’M GOING TO DOOO!!! >:U