i figure i should fix that

Oh, it’s not your job? It is now.

This is a long story.

Intro and Backstory

My dad was a mechanic for 20+ years, and for as long as I can remember, I drove him nuts because I would go around the house with a screw driver he left out and take everything apart because I wanted to see how it work. As I grew older I developed an affinity towards computers and electronics, which led me to be “that kid” in High School who changed his grades, crashed the school districts servers, and used the NETSEND command with great success. I would spend my weekends either with my grandparents and uncle working on science projects or dragging my dad outside to help me fix my car (which consisted of him telling me that he would help once I got it taken apart). Those “figure it out” lessons were the probably the greatest gift he could’ve given me growing up.

I joined the US Army in 2004 and went into communications or “commo” for short (25U) where I managed to go from PVT (E1) when I joined to SGT (E5) by the time I returned from my deployment in 2006. After returning home, I was subsequently transferred from a Light Infantry Unit (walking everywhere) to a Mechanized Infantry Unit (Riding in an armored vehicle everywhere) and placed in charge of the Battalion Commo Shop as the current person running the commo shop was scheduled to retire in a few months and I was the only other NCO. This is where things got interesting and my Commo vs. Mechanics ProRevenge story starts…

Commo vs. Mechanics

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Yuri on Ice interview translation - CREA 2017/03 (p34-35)

Second part of the YOI interviews featured on CREA. As for the one with Kubo, more than “interviews” they are like “mini articles” that incorporate what the interviewed people said. The interviews are with Kenji Miyamoto (choreographer), Eiji Abiko & Junpei Tatenaka (figure skating animators), Yuuko Sagiri (original costume designer), Keisuke Tominaga (music producer).

Random note: thanks to this magazine I was finally able to know that Sagiri’s name is “Yuuko”. When I translated her interview on Pash I did lots of research but wasn’t able to find out the pronunciation so I used Yuiko because that was what came out searching for the name alone, but now it’s confirmed that it’s Yuuko so as soon as I have time I’ll edit that interview to fix it. I swear all magazines should be obliged to provide the pronunciation of names, because sometimes it’s really hard to find out how the kanji are pronounced when it’s not famous people with Wikipedia pages and such…

By the way, the issue of Pash coming out today (Feb. 10th) has an article I was really looking forward to (the second part of Kubo’s detailed commentary on each episode), so I’ll probably spend the night translating it when I get home from work. Also because I want to post it before the YOI all night event on Saturday (I’m going to the live viewing).

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The reality as expressed by 5 people who created “Yuri on Ice”

Reality #2: Choreography x Kenji Miyamoto
“The footage taken with the camcorder was the key to create realistic and powerful anime scenes”

Profile: From Hyogo prefecture. After retiring from competitive ice dance in 2006 he started working as a choreographer and commentator. With director Sayo Yamamoto’s “ENDLESS NIGHT” for the first time he was involved in creating figure skating choreographies for an anime.

The choreographies for all characters’ programs were created by choreographer Kenji Miyamoto. He created them integrating the music with the information he received from director Yamamoto and Kubo regarding the characters and their programs. What was different than usual is that the songs for the FS were 4 minutes long instead of 4:30 minutes.
“In the anime characters need less strokes to speed up, so it’s possible to use less ‘transitions’, the movements connecting different techniques. I cut down on those and made the programs more compact.”
Miyamoto was filmed with 4 fixed cameras and 2 portable camcorders as he danced all the programs, then the footage was edited into a multiframe video based on which the animated figure skating scenes were created.
“I believe that the footage taken with the portable camcorder, that filmed me up close, is what made it possible to create realistic and powerful tournament scenes.”
After watching the finished anime, Miyamoto commented that the characters’ monologues during their performances are realistic.
“When you are performing lots of things are whirling around inside your head. In my case it wasn’t words but still pictures, like photographs. I was happy that they expressed the athletes’ feelings.”


Reality #3: Animation x Junpei Tatenaka & Eiji Abiko
“The performances look realistic thanks to Miyamoto-sensei’s choreographies”

Profile: Animators working for the anime production company MAPPA. Specialized in sports and action scenes. They both created animation for director Sayo Yamamoto’s “ENDLESS NIGHT”.

Animation of the figure skating scenes was created by action specialists Junpei Tatenaka and Eiji Abiko. “It’s the first time that we digitally create 2D pictures after deciding the camerawork. It was very difficult because we had to figure out how to do everything”.
Tatenaka, who was already a fan of figure skating, says: “For the moments I believed to be the ‘highlights’ of a performance I would add 1-2 extra stills. This way, I was able to draw out a little what in the live footage only lasted an instant.” They actually made jumps much higher than they are in real life.
“While being aware that real skaters wouldn’t jump that high, I still wanted the scenes to be striking, therefore I was always looking for a good balance between realism and what could be allowed in animation.” (Abiko)
They both agree that Miyamoto’s choreography footage was the most important factor that allowed them to create realistic performance scenes.
“When there was a key point in the music, Miyamoto-sensei would pose with all of his body creating a beautiful line, from his fingertips to the tips of his toes. It was very easy to draw.” (Tatenaka)


Reality #4: Costumes x Yuuko Sagiri
“I think the only difference is that there were no budget restrictions (LOL)”

Profile: Ballroom dancing costume designer working for the ballet & dance supplies maker Chacott. She has designed figure skating costumes for athletes such as Nobunari Oda and Akiko Suzuki.

Yuuko Sagiri, designer of the athletes’ costumes, created the designs giving importance to functionality that would improve a skater’s performance and to elements that would make the character’s personality stand out, just like she does for real costumes. She chose materials, cuttings and decorations that would actually be employed in costumes used for real performances.
“Normally I objectively watch an athlete’s past performances to understand their level and what kind of movements they are skilled at, and this is then reflected in the design. This time I based the design on the characters’ setting materials, the information I received from the director and the choreography footage by Miyamoto-sensei. I think the only difference is that there were no budget restrictions (LOL).”
Regarding Yuuri’s costume, she mentions that she wanted to reflect the fact that he is psychologically weak and gains weight easily.
“I added shining decorations on his chest so that his face would look bright even when he is tense. The cuts on the waist are to make him look slim.”
Actually, she also designed a costume for Yurio’s exhibition. Sagiri said that she created the design thinking of what “Yurio would really want to wear”. We’d definitely like to see him skate with that costume!


Reality #5: Music x Keisuke Tominaga
“I added melody to the beautiful lyrics that is ‘Yuri on Ice’”

Profile: From Kanagawa prefecture. Music producer. He founded PIANO INC. in 2012 and is the current representative director. His main works include the Pocari Sweat 2016 commercial “Kimi no Yume wa, Boku no Yume.”, the TV anime “Zankyou no Terror”, etc.

When creating the music for this show, music producer Keisuke Tominaga constantly asked himself whether it was music you could dance to.
“I would move my hands, feet, my whole body, sometimes even checking the rhythm like a conductor or a dancer. Figure skating has many elements that resemble ballet, so to express the elegant movements of the body I used many tunes in triple time like waltz and bolero.”
Most of the classical and orchestra tracks were created by Taku Matsushiba, while the vocal tracks and modern band songs by Tarou Umebayashi. They worked on the music as a team, always communicating with each other.
“The world created by Kubo-san and director Yamamoto was like realistic and beautiful ‘lyrics’, and I feel that our role was to create a ‘melody’ for those lyrics. In fact, when I joined together Yuuri’s FS song “Yuri on ICE” and Victor’s recorded voice for the first time, the lines sounded just like the words of a song, and I can’t describe how moved I was. I believe that this strong, deep expression that you would not be able to obtain with music alone is what realistically affects the viewers.”


Bonus in case you haven’t seen it already: Sagiri’s design for Yurio’s exhibition program.

❝ At the end of the day ❞

Plot: When you and your boyfriend Jimin get into a fight, he hits you and you’re scared of him. 

Pairing: JiminxReader

Words count: 2,3k+

Genre: Angst, fluffy ending 

For anon, I hope you like it! M. ♥

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“So do you choose your job? Again? ”

“I don’t choose, you know I’ve to do it.” He hums, bowing his head and you can see guilt in his  eyes, even if he hid them to you.  

You look at him, trying to figure out why you’re once again the second choice. You can’t even more to get mad because you know he won’t never choose you and it’s the thing that hurts the most.

You sigh and get up off the couch, where until a few minutes before you were joking and laughing like two children, turning away from him and from the sense of oppression that that situation is causing.

“Y/N, wait! ” He yells, but you don’t listen to him and not turn around.

“Can I be alone?”

“Nope… We need to talk about this.”

“Why?” You ask, upon entering the kitchen, continuing to avoid his gaze.

“Because we should fi-”

“Fix what? You has already decided that you’ll forsake our anniversary for the job, as all the other times. ” You stop him, twist out and look straight at him. He keeps his head down and you would just for once, one time, he chose you. You bite your bottom lip while you’re holding back from saying more and perhaps more painful. Despite everything you don’t want to hurt him.

“You know if I cou–”

“No, because even if you could you would choose BTS. I figured it out months ago and I accepted it, they’re important and are part of you. But, I mean, what am I to you? ”

“You choose your work often, Y/N”.

His answer has a bitter taste, you can feel the resentment you didn’t know he tried. Still he can’t compare your occasional waivers to his constant “No, today I’ve practice”; “I need to register”; “We’ve got some photoshoot”.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. ” You whispers, lowering your head, turn off and trying to hold back your anger. You don’t want to fight and for that let slip the matter, feeling his arms tighten around your hips. He draws you to him and buries his face against your neck, wondering again sorry.

“Okay, it’s work.. go Jimin, otherwise you’re going to be late.. ”

“I promise to come home soon, I swear.”

You just nod, knowing that he’ll shed ever soon, smiling at him and leaving a little kiss on his temple. Those little moments are sweet and bitter for you, because on the one hand his sweetness makes you melt but you know it’s temporary, like a thunderclap and this leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

“Go!” You yell at him with soft voice, faking a smile, which he interprets as true. He moves and after a few minutes you hear his joyful greeting to the entry, remaining totally alone. The silence of your apartment, you two still don’t live together but he often stays at your place when you’re spending time together, envelops you and makes you feel even more his absence.

“As always.. Y/N get dressed, it’s no use staying here to bask in commiseration. Go shopping, have fun.. You don’t need him. ”

The problem is that you always need him.

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The laughter of your friends are echoed in the small “cabine” of the photo’s machine, while you’re keep doing strange poses to every flash that blinds you eyes. You’ve not checked the clock or cell phone once, you didn’t want to ruin your mood but when your friends finally make you aware that it’s nearly 1 a.m., you get out of the cubicle and greeting all with a quick gesture of the hand.

The fresh air of the night is a cure and the thought of your boyfriend not grazed even once your mind. You missed him, every moment, but you got to live with it so as not to spoil yet another evening.

“Oh… Why are the lights on? ” You talkin’ to yourself in front of your door, noticing the lights in the living room.

You come quickly and approaching the room, just to freeze on the threshold when you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, a bouquet in his hands and a cold dinner on the coffee table.

“Jimin..”

“Hey, hi.”

“What…?”

“You know when I said that I would come home early, I really meant it.” He whispers and his voice is cold, provoking you a chill that runs along your spine and lets on you a strange sensation.

“Jimin.. do you know how many times you said it and you never came home earlier? ”

“So you thought this time would be so? You’ve so little faith in me, Y/N? ”

“It’s not what I’ve say!” You shout, albeit quietly, taking your jacket of and dropped it on the floor along with the bag.

“What’s that?”

“Do you know how many times you’ve made promises that you broke? I was tired of building expectations and see them collapse like a house of cards. ”

“So on our second anniversary you decided to party with your friends?” He asks, getting up from the sofa and throwing the bouquet on the coffee table with an huffy gesture. You also see from his gaze, as his eyes are dark, the hard line of his jaw. Jimin exudes anger and it scares you.

“What was I supposed to do? Stay home? Wait without knowing whether you were coming home or not? ”

“Yes, it was what you had to do.” He replyes and his eyes are on you, they don’t let a moment.

“Excuse me?”

“It was what you had to do. Stay at home, waiting. ”

“Like all the other times, Jimin?” You ask with tired tone, feeling his anger on your skin. Your mood is totally ruined and even this time you would like to discuss, but he seems to want to pick up a fight with you.  

“Do you think I might like? Do you think I’d be happy to know that you were waiting for me and I couldn’t be with you? ”

“Honestly?”

“Yes, honestly.”

“I don’t think you’d be happy, but if you cared more you would have been looking for ways to change things.”

Your voice is a whisper but you get that he heard, you see it in his eyes and you realize it’s time to create some space between you two. You ignore your jacket and your bag on the floor, turn away and head off towards the stairs but an iron grip on your wrist makes you freeze. A slight pain spreads in the part that he’s clutching, but you just ignore that itching and don’t turn around to face him. 

“Do you really think I don’t care about you??”

“I think you can’t put things on a right perspective Jimin. I think you keep thinking about the fact that I’m here. But I might as well not be there next time. ” You grumble, trying to wiggle out your wrist from his grip.

“Tell me while you’re looking at me in the eyes”  

It’s rude the way he appeals to you and how he does you turn, continuing to clutch, even stronger, your wrist.

You look at him in the eyes and you can’t find your Jimin in that gaze. It’s someone you don’t know.

“You’re hurting me.”

“So you’re telling me you’re not going to be here the next time? Is this what you want? What the hell can I do? You’re putting me in front of a choice, Y/N ”.

“No, it’s you. I’m not giving any ultimatum and especially I’m not asking you to choose, because we already know who would you choose. ”

It’s a split second. One minute you were just watching with anger into each others eyes, the next minute you’re sitting on stairs’ top step, your cheek that burns and him looks at you, completely shocked. He never laid a hand on you, even now he did it voluntarily, but still the pain you feel is true, real, so much so that tears begin to slip silently on your face.

You look at him in disbielief, brushing your cheek with the gentle touch of your fingertips while your breath is broken with sobs and tears continue to run on the skin of your cheeks.

“Y/N”. He stutters falling to his knees in front of you, on his face a terrified gaze that think you’re reflecting on your face. “I.. I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t want to… I-I… I just wanted to… Hell, I’m so sorry… I-I’m going to get some ice.” He adds and staggering rises again, rushing into the kitchen and leaving you alone.

You take a deep breath and review the scene in your mind. Trying to unburden the grip on your wrist, you started to jostle him and he caught off guard, he lefts your wrist with a violent gesture, only to give you a slap on your cheek. You saw the sudden change in his eyes, from dark and full of anger to innocent and scared. And that’s what doesn’t make you run, albeit feel fear grasping to each inch of your body. Your gaze alights on your hands and you try to stop their trembling, but it seems almost impossible.

“Here’s the ic–”

Hear his voice makes you jump and you move involuntarily, causing him to freeze instantly. He lays the ice on the small step beside you and walking away a few steps, sitting on the floors so that you can watch. You’re unable to speak or move, fear prevents you from doing anything.

“Y/N.. Please.. Say something.. ”

“T-thanks for the ice.”

“I would never hurt y-you…”

You just nod to his sentence, you know that but at that time you can’t think straight. You take the ice and resting on your cheek, sighing with pleasure for the relief that immediately causes you. Along with your sigh, though, you hear a different sound and lifting your look you realize that he started to cry. He keeps his face hidden in his hands, is folded back on himself and you hear his “I’m sorry”, murmured softly.

Something inside you changes, you feel the fear slipping away while a pain more stronger starts to make you tremble. As much as you don’t like what happened, seeing him in that condition makes you even more hurt.

“Jimin..” You whisper and stand up, by kneeling in front of him and trying to take away his hands so that you can look into his eyes.

“No.. I-I don’t deserve your sweetness Y/N… I hurt, I.. ”

“Yup, you hit me but it was accidentally. I know you would never hurt me. ”

“But I did.. and not just by hitting you. I hurt you for weeks. Yes, I see it in your eyes..”

“W-What?” You ask stammer.

“I see that I’ll always let you down, your smiles are fake and you’ve watery eyes the most of time. I see everything but I can’t do anything.. Because I don’t know how to do, I don’t know how to be scattered by BTS’ Jimin and the other Jimin, the boy madly in love who wants to stay with his girlfriend. ” He murmurs, leaving finally dropping his hands on his intertwined legs. His face is pale, you picture like yours, and immediately you caress his cheeks, erasing the mark of tears.

“Jimin..”

“I have no apologies Y/N, you’re right… You were right to go out with your friends, you did something for yourself and that’s what I love most…that you’re happy. ”

“You make me happy.”

“Yeah, of cour–”

“Stop. Yes, you often call off our dates because of work…but I see your efforts. After two nights in a row in practice for MAMA, two nights with a lack of sleep, you’ve come anyway to know my sister… I see it in your little gestures, your hugs when we sleep, I can tell by the way you look at me. Jimin we knew it would be tough. But no matter what if at the end of the day I can be with you. ”

You lay your forehead against his and feel the softness of his hand on your cheek where he hit. He’s touching so softly that you hardly feel his touch, just smile and touches the tip of his nose with your lips.

“How can I make it up?”

“Mmh …” You mumble, thinking intently.

“Because.. will you forgive me, right?”

“Oh God Jimin, breathe… Let’s do like this, now we sit on the couch, we order something to go and talk all night, as we did at the beginning. ”

“That’s it?” He wonders puzzled, looking at you frightened.

“Jimin, at the end of the day it’s enough for me that you’re with me, remember?”

“I remember …”

“Wel–”

“I love you, Y/N. At the end of the day, in spite of what you may think, I just want you to be with me. ”

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FINALLY!!! Something came out without any major glitches! It’s not perfect, but it’s a start. I was so excited I went a little overboard on the colors. The ombres are a separate recolor file, so you need to have the original dress file for them to work. 

Ariel’s Seafoam Dress

Ombre Recolors

Thank you for following/waiting! Hopefully this will get the ball rolling with the others. Yay!

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Ariel’s Seafoam Sparkle Dress

Sparkle Ombre Recolors

REupdated…been trying all day. Had to redo the ombres so I went ahead and made it a standalone recolor instead of included in the swatches. 

***Recently, I’ve encountered a bug when a patch updated. Still waiting for S4S to find an answer. It’s not a big deal, but I really want to fix it. Check back for updates***

***Turns out it’s just a CC conflict with Sclub skin. No ones figured out how to fix it yet. It should be fine with EA, Ms. Blue, and PralineSims.***

Misdialed Call (Part Four)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 938

Previous Part: Part Three

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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Apples and Heroes

Originally posted by kissthejotun

Request: Can you please do a Star Trek story with Bones and the words “an apple a day keeps the doctor away”, “your pulse is weak,” and “all the apples in the world wouldn’t stop me.” They aren’t in your prompts list I hope that’s okay? Thank you!

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star-anise  asked:

Can you pls write one of the SMH doing fiber arts?

Why yes I can! Have some Frog bonding.


“I’m sure they’ll let me back into Annie’s by now,” Nursey insisted to Chowder as he knocked on Dex’s door. “The sign incident was ages ago.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure,” Chowder said vaguely, distracted as he was by a text from Cait.

“It’s open,” Dex called.

Nursey opened the door and stuck his head into Dex’s room. “Hey, bro, you wanna go with me and C to…” He trailed off as he actually registered what he was seeing. “What are you doing?”

Dex was seated cross-legged on his bed, some kind of cloth in one hand and a threaded needle in the other, an open box filled with a rainbow of other threads next to him. He looked down at his lap and then back at Nursey like he was a moron. “Cross-stitch? What does it look like?”

Nursey came the rest of the way into the room so he could get a better look. “I wouldn’t know, man, my sister did ballet and my mom doesn’t do crafty shit.”

Chowder looked up from his phone and followed Nursey in, bouncing over to Dex’s side cheerfully. “How cool! What is it?”

“Uh, a fractal.”

“You can make fractals out of thread?!”

Dex cracked a smile. “Yeah, sure.” He handed the fabric on the hoopy thing over to Chowder, who ran a finger over the surface as he studied it intently.

Nursey pulled out Dex’s desk chair and sat down on it backwards, resting his chin on his folded arms. “Why do you do it?”

Dex shot him a suspicious glance. “Because it’s soothing and methodical and more portable than Legos.”

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hi, i’m gonna show you how i coloured the training scene gifs from this gifset bcs i know it’s a god damn struggle to get that stupid magenta red blue out of Magnus face and i know this may not be the perfect colouring for it yet but!!! i want to share it with you guys!! 

i’ll show you how to go from this

to this!

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Creepypasta #1070: Build-A-Bear

Length: Short

It’s late where I am. I’m online looking up information about build-a-bear. They do fix their bears, thank God. They even call it the build-a-bear hospital.

I was up late gaming, watching football replays, and so-on. I shut things down about an hour ago and headed upstairs. In the foyer, at the bottom of the stairs is where the kids’ school backpacks should be, but my youngest daughter’s wasn’t there. I searched the living room, no dice. I was tired (and still am) but I figured a couple of extra minutes now would spare them getting to school late tomorrow, so I kept looking. I even went out to the garage and looked in both cars and came up empty again.

I checked the den, when right above me I heard faint thumps and even some growling. The goddamn dog was in my youngest’s bedroom, up to no good by the sound of it. As quietly as I could tip-toe run up the stairs, I headed there ready to drag the pooch out to the den where he’d spend the night.

He’d already fled the scene of the crime: her favorite teddy bear, Charlie, was missing one arm and a leg and his stuffing was out; I could even see the little silk heart they put in for the kids. Damn it. The only fortunate thing was that it was the cheapest, basic bear they sell. I scooped up all of the bits and decided I’d go pick another one up tomorrow. None of the other toys, no Barbies, other stuffed animals, etc. had been damaged.

Stupid dog! I thought.

She loved this bear, or rather, had loved this bear - now it was garbage - and would be heartbroken especially when (or rather, if, I decided right then to not let this get out, so to speak) she found out her other best pal in the world, our chocolate lab Max, had torn it up.

Quietly making my way back out to the garage, I wrapped Charlie’s remains up in a shopping bag and lifted the lid on the large trash bin.

“Sorry, dude. You were her favorite.” I muttered.

And then…

and then the I heard a muffled voice from inside the bag. Coughing, raspy, labored and it just about made me drop dead from a heart attack.

It’s… it’s okay… just tell Marie I love her. I got… I got most of them… please, don’t linger out here, go back up, you and Max will scare the rest of ‘em off…

I was terrified. I dropped the bag and ran back up to my daughter’s bedroom. Curling around the bed - well, it’s hard to describe - there were shadows projected on the walls around her bed in the corner of the room, but there was nothing to make any shadows. Nothing to cast them. 

I yelled incoherently and flipped the room light on. Marie stayed asleep (how, I have no idea), but the shadows hissed and danced around, slipping over the ceiling and around the walls in my direction. I leaned out into the hall and threw my bedroom door open, planning to yell for my wife. 

Max bounded out of our room and into Marie’s and began to bark at top volume. That woke Marie up. Every bark seemed to dissipate or shatter or dissolve the shadow forms. Everything happened so quickly. They were all gone before she was fully awake. Of course, there was crying, and a commotion. My wife came in demanding to know what happened. I just told them Max had gotten out and raised a ruckus.

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So now, I’m back down in the den. I dug out the baby monitor with camera and I’m keeping an eye on it while I make an “appointment” to get Charlie repaired.

When I went out to the garage, he was still on the floor in the bag. I picked it up and laid it gingerly in a cabinet where it wouldn’t be seen by Marie first thing in the morning when we rolled out to school. 

As I closed the cabinet door, I whispered: “I’ll get you fixed up, man." 

And I’m not entirely sure, but just as I stepped back into the house proper, I think I heard a scratchy voice back in the garage say: Thank you.

Credits to: SantGamer

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Im trying to learn my anatomy and drawing what Im studying tends to help me remember things better, so I made this! I made this for personal reference but figured it might be helpful to some of you trying to learn hands too? It helped me a lot so I just figured, eh. I tried to keep it short and simple without going into too much detail, so pardon if there’s some stuff I omitted. Feel free to use it if you like! Im planning on making a Part 2 soon, which will have the hand structure, surface form, proportions, finger tapering, foreshortening, etc. Also please excuse my writing, I did my best to make it neat! >_<

Edit: fixed the insertion point of the adductor pollicis. Everything should be okay now!

Edit 2: Part 2 is out! Linked below!

I Dreamed of You

Deanxsister reader

for @nichelle-my-belle 4k angst challenge my prompt was “I dreamed of you last night. I slept with the lights on.” 

Summary- Reader has trouble trusting Dean after something happened while he was a demon. Angst

word count- 1700

warning- Angst, stabbing, nightmares, panicked reader  


Originally posted by the-captain-destiel


Don’t Run. Don’t move. Don’t even breathe.

It’s what Dean taught you to do if you were ever trapped with a monster. In a locked building, or underground, anywhere that you might be that you couldn’t get out of.

“Don’t run, just hide. Sammy and I, we’ll come find you. If you run you’ll make noise, or you could fall,  something could get knocked over and give away exactly where you are. You’re better off hiding until you know you’ve got the upper hand.” Dean had given you the same lecture at least a hundred times, you could hear his words echoing in your head as you slowed your breathing down so much you weren’t even sure how your brain was getting enough oxygen.

You were taking every word Dean had taught you and applying it as you hid in the small dark storage closet. You’ve hidden from monsters before, but you never thought you would be hiding from them in your own home, the bunker… safest place in the world. The worst part of is was, the monster you were hiding from was the same person who had shown you how to hide in them first place. Dean.

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Forever || Alec Lightwood

Originally posted by magswoods

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader (Platonic)

Fandom: Shadowhunters (The Mortal Instruments)

Request/s: can you do an imagine with Alec and reader have a really really huge fight and they say each other terrible things and reader decides to live (leave?? I’m guessing) but Alec stops her and they make up. Thank you!

Warning/s: None :D 

Author’s Note: Like I’ve said, I will only write platonic imagines for Alec and I’ve had a couple but I got an idea for this one straight away. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in any specific imagines (fandoms, characters, etc), I’d be happy to do that for you guys. Another thing, this is set in the TV show version.(as I haven’t read the books yet)

Gif Credit: @magswoods

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Stubborn was the perfect way to describe Alec Lightwood. Whatever it concerned, if Alec thought something should be done, there was absolutely no changing his mind. Unless, of course, you were Isabelle Lightwood or Y/N Y/L/N. A lot of people knew how close Alec and his sister were, but everyone knew how close Y/N and Alec were. They were practically inseparable.

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YOI meta Masterpost

Because at this point I’ve written a lot about Yuri on Ice, I figured I should have a masterpost for easier access to all the meta/critique. I’ll keep updating it.

Pre-finale meta (includes future episode speculation)

Why I feel that YOI betrayed its own narrative

  1. Yuuri Katsuki’s character arc
  2. Yuri Plisetsky’s character arc
  3. Victor Nikiforov’s character arc
  4. The resolution of Victuuri
  5. Missing pieces and inconsistencies

Post-finale meta

Other assorted posts/commentary/replies

Bonus

Sidgeno Mermaid AU anon fic

<< [Chapter 2/?] >>

It’s not until the morning when he’s looking over the pictures again when he notices the same figure in the water that he saw the night before.

The diner in town opens at five.

Geno gets there at 5:30 and rolls his eyes at how chipper the waiter sounds when he tells him to “take a seat wherever you like, I’ll be right with ya.”

His name tag says Jake and he doesn’t bat an eye at his sullen look when he pour his coffee and puts down the menu.

He’s young, fresh out of high school, maybe, and he doesn’t look like he knows who Geno is at all.

Geno’s already made up his mind to tip him very well.

“You’re the one that moved into that shack down by the beach, aren’t you?”

He coughs as the coffee goes down the wrong way. It burns his tongue.

“How you know?”

“This is a tiny, little island. Everyone knows everything. Is it haunted?”

“I’m Geno and it’s not haunted,” he grumbles. “Not a shack.”

“The walls are falling in on themselves and it looks haunted.”

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Switch It Up

Pairing: Sam x reader

Prompt: Body Swap

Words: 2400ish

Warnings: a little bit of smut in the beginning, like within the second paragraph, just jacking off. The rest of the fic is neutral.

A/N: This is written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Mimi’s Trope Challenge. Eventhough it’s a bit late, I hope you still enjoy it, sweetie! It’s been a while since I’ve written anything so don’t be to hard on me, please.


Originally posted by devoiddean


Sunlight hit your features, soft snores sounding in your ears, a warm hand splayed across your bare back. You loved waking up like this, all tangled up with Sam, warm under the covers. Slowly you opened your eyes and glanced at your boyfriend through your lashes. Taking in his relaxed features you smiled, your heart swelling with love at the sight before you. His hair was a mess, all ruffled up, his neck and chest covered in little bruises you had left the night before, his lips parted slightly.

When you tried to slip from underneath his arms, Sam pulled you back against his chest, holding you there firmly. You chuckled to yourself at his gesture, but those sounds quickly subsided when you felt something hard poking against your thigh. Biting your lip you slowly let your hand glide from his chest down towards his v-line. Your fingers slipped around his cock and you gave his member a few gentle strokes. A sigh left his lips at your touch, prompting you to continue. You tightened your grip and pumped your hand up and down, your thumb grazing over his swollen tip.

“Hmm, sweetheart,” he moaned, probably thinking he was having a really good dream. You frowned at the nickname. Sam never called you sweetheart. With a shrug you continued your movements and smirked when his eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning,” you grinned before you scooted down the bed, placing yourself between his legs, your lips merely inches from his cock. Suddenly your boyfriend’s features changed from pure bliss to utter shock.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Sam shouted, pushing your hand away from his member, scooting up the bed and covering himself up from your view with a pillow.

“Sam, what the fuck? You love it when I wake you up like that!” you retorted in disbelief as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Sam?” he frowned. “Gosh, I can’t believe you’re cheating on my brother with me,” the shaggy haired man in front of you mumbled.

“Sam, stop being so weird! It’s freaking me out and when did I cheat on Dean with you?”

“Stop calling me Sam! That’s not making what you’re doing okay! Djesus, Y/N, this is fucked up.”

“What do you mean stop calling me Sam? It’s your goddamn name!” you shrieked, anger radiating off of your form. Your fingernails dug into the palms of your hands as you tried to hold back from punching him.

“I’m Dean!”

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i have noticed a wave of new content for these two and the ship in recent weeks and its honestly a goddamn blessing

not that these are particularly shippy but they’d been in my math notebook for a while so i just figured i’d redraw them when i had some time before finals