i got pretty lazy i'm sorry ;~;

So I have this little headcanon of Felassan’s spirit, like, “haunting” Solas whenever he’s in the Fade:

recapping his days, things he said to Lavellan and then Fel’s Deadpan-Snark Commentary on every little thing. 

But, at the same time, Felassan’s also hardcore like–
“…Seems like this little thing with this Dalish babe is going pretty well, hmm?”
“–She seems super good for you, buddy!”
“So!! Lavellan seems like a p. good reason to forego the whole world-annihilation plan, yeah?”
“A ‘Rare and Marvelous Spirit’, huh? Dayumm!!….
Wait, you didn’t actually say
those words, right? …Like, TO her?”

And is slowly like building Solas up to the whole Tell Her You’re THE Dread Wolf thing, building up Solas’s confidence and INSISTING that Lavellan will handle it super well, and they plan the whole Trip to Crestwood….

And then Solas comes back after The Scene—just, Blank-Faced, looking exactly like a man who’s just seen his whole world evaporate, and Felassan is just like

And then pretty much every night since, cause Fel is True Homie

(idk, sorry. I never sleep or talk to real people, so I got lazy on grammar.)

Unpopular opinion again:

While season 12 of Supernatural isn’t as bad as 6 (Sorry, aside from one episode it was awful) it’s pretty bad. It’s wrecking characters that are mostly beloved and storylines are all over the place. I’m so disappointed in season 12 I don’t know how it got renewed.

I just can’t with this season. They are running out of sharks to jump. With the exception of the Hitler episode this season is my second least favorite.

anonymous asked:

umieli, 5? thanks :3

A/N: I’m sorry for this long delay. The requests have been sitting in my inbox for the longest time because I was either too lazy/ not motivated or I was too busy with my college life. I hope you see this Anon!

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“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”


“So…explain to me how this happened again?” Umi’s eyebrows twitched while a child-like Eli clutched onto her leg in confusion. Nozomi and Nico gave each other a concerned look, neither wanting to fess up or lie to their friend of the events leading to Eli becoming a three-year old.

“Well?” The pair jumped at the dangerous tone and the stern look they received. Despite being younger than them, Nozomi and Nico knew how fatal an attack from Umi can be whether it was with magic or physically. And to make matters worse, they had turned their only shield from that wrath into a child.

“Take one for the team Nicocchi.” Nozomi lightly pushed the shorter girl closer to Umi and hid behind her small body.

“What?! Why me?! This all started because of you!” Nico turned around and glared at Nozomi. “If you hadn’t pulled Eli in front of the spell, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“So, you were targeting me.” Nozomi feigned being hurt. “I can’t believe you would do that. Even after you said that you love me. Was it all a lie?”

“Nozomi!” Nico knew well were this was going. “You damned titty monster don’t try to get out of this and leave me behind to the demon!”

“D-don’t fight! Fighting means you hate each other.” Eli stood between the two. “Papa said to always apologize to each other and make up…so…don’t hate each other…”

Tears were threatening to spill from Eli’s eyes. Nico and Nozomi immediately stopped and baffled by the new side of Eli they have never seen.

“I-it’s not like I hate her or anything…” Nico muttered under her breath. A light shade of pink colored her cheeks.

“Don’t worry Elichi, Nicocchi and I were just messing with each other.” Nozomi bent down to wipe away the small tears. “Don’t cry okay?”

A sigh left Umi’s lips. “I believe I still deserve an explanation.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to fix your girlfriend Umi-chan. For the time being look after her for us.” Nozomi grabbed Nico by the hand and sprinted off. “Let’s go Nicocchi.”

“Wait! I never said-” The two were already gone before she could finish her sentence.


The first years eyed the small blonde who was on the floor coloring without a worry in the world. Then they all looked back at Umi who seemed to be puzzled at the reason why they were giving her that look.

“So, what did those two do this time? Didn’t they learn from their last mistake after turning each other into animals?” Maki crossed her arms and sat back in her chair.

“I’m sure they didn’t mean to get Eli-chan caught in between it…” Hanayo meekly tried to defend the two upperclassmen.

“…” Rin kept looking at Eli in silence.

“What’s wrong Rin?” Umi wondered what was going through the other’s mind.

“If this this how Eli-chan looks like when she’s little, does that mean if Umi-chan and Eli-chan have a baby together she would look like this?” Maki and Hanayo were surprised by how bold the statement came out of the ginger’s mouth. Then again, it was Rin.

“E-excuse me?!” Umi’s cheeks instantly went up in flmaes.

“UMI-CHAN AND ELI-CHAN HAVE A CHILD?!” Two individuals immediately barged through the doors almost breaking it. Umi had wished it was just a strong wind, but sadly, her two childhood friends were more than she could handle right now. “UMI-CHAN, SINCE WHEN DID YOU AND ELI-CHAN DID ‘IT’?!”

“ENOUGH!” Umi wanted to crawl into a hole. She was tired; too tired to deal with this mess she didn’t cause. In the back of her mind she was planning the murder of two certain upperclassmen in very vivid details. “We haven’t done anything shameless like that!”

“Hehe, we know, we just wanted to tease you Umi-chan.” Honoka smiled playfully. Annoyed, Umi pulled on the other’s cheeks, earning a cry of help from Honoka to Kotori to save her from their childhood friend.

Eli tilted her head in confusion through all the ruckus. Looking back at her drawing she smiled to herself and stood up carrying the piece of to the stressed Umi. “Look, I drew this for you.” Touched by the little blonde’s gesture, Umi looked at the drawing along with the others who were hovering above her shoulders.

“What the heck is it?” Maki bluntly commented at what she thought to be blobs of blue and yellow.

“Maki-chan, that’s mean nya.” Rin nudged the taller girl.

“What? You tell me what it is then.” The red-head grumbled.

“It’s bunnies.” Eli responded. “The yellow one is me and the blue one is Umi.”

Umi smiled at the child version of her girlfriend. Even when in grown up, Eli hadn’t lost her touch of innocence…sort of. But she had to admit, the smile of Eli’s child self was sometimes too bright for her to look at. It kind of reminded Umi of when she first met Rin and Hanayo.

“She would definitely be a cute daughter Umi-chan.” Kotori cooed. However, at this point, Umi was no longer listening to their teasing nonsense.

“I don’t want to be Umi’s daughter! I going to marry Umi!” Eli puffed out her cheek obviously showing she was upset. Everyone found it to be too adorable, yet laughable at the same time because they couldn’t take her child form seriously. On the brink of tears, Eli latched onto Umi’s waist and refused to let go while hiding her face from the other. Umi let out a chuckle and gently caressed Eli’s head.

“We better call the cops on Umi then.” Nico jokingly said while entering the room with a grin. She immediately regretted it when she received a glare from the said person.

“Well? Have you found a way to get her back?” The blue haired girl sternly asked the shorter girl.

“Don’t worry Umi-chan. The spell will only last for a couple more hours. But since she won’t leave your side, you get to take her back with you to your dorm room. Just make sure to not do anything funny.”

“I won’t!” Anger and embarrassment colored Umi’s cheeks when the two suggested she would do such things to Eli when she was in such a state. “And don’t think I’ll forget the punishment you two deserve for this!”


Umi pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her textbooks. She had completely forgotten that she had a test for her Potions class tomorrow and decided to do some last-minute review to freshen up her mind. They had already had dinner and taken a bath together. The thought of taking one with Eli when she’s back to normal did make her blush for a good while though.

“Umi…” A tiny yawn escaped from Eli as she hugged the stuff bunny that was, ironically, given to Umi from Eli.

“I’m sorry, are you tired Eli? I can turn off the lights and you can go to sleep first.”

“I want to sleep with you…” The words came out in a small mumble, almost like a plea which made it even harder for Umi to resist. Closing her textbooks, Umi decided to call it a night and went to get ready for bed. Eli slipped into the covers with the stuffed animal and smiled at the other. However, once the lights went out, it was like the girl completely changed. Immediately, Eli hid under the covers, terrified as if something was going to eat her alive.

“Eli? Are you okay?” Umi had completely forgot about Eli’s fear of the dark and rushed to the bed where the other was. Peeking out of the covers, Eli pulled on Umi’s pajamas, gesturing the other to get in bed with her.

“You won’t leave me right Umi?” The older girl, for now at least, was taken aback from the question. Umi gave Eli a gentle smile and got in bed, pulling the other close to her.

“No. Never.” Before she realized it herself, Umi was softly stroking the blonde’s hair, carefully lulling the other to sleep. “I promise you Eli.” It wasn’t long before sleep took over Umi too.

xXx

The next morning, Umi felt a heavy weight laying on her chest. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was different from what she had felt last night. Opening her eyes, citrine colored irises squinted at the ceiling and blinked to focus their surroundings. She slightly lifted her head and found Eli sleeping on top of her back to her normal age and size, however, she was completely naked.  

Eli mumbled in her sleep and nuzzled more into Umi’s warmth. A blush crept across Umi’s face when she realized this is the first time they have woken up together like this. Shameless thoughts entered her mind as she tried to control her heated face. A stifled giggled escaped from Eli making the other realized that the blonde was awake the whole time.

“E-Eli?”

“Umi is so warm~.” The older pulled Umi closer and took in her scent. “I want to stay like this forever.”

“Eli please get off me…” The blue haired girl wanted to burry herself in a hole. She could feel Eli’s chest pressing against hers and was having wild thoughts of what could happen.

“Do you hate it?” Eli pouted. “Or do you like younger girls? You were fine with me like this when I had the body of a child.

“That’s not-” The comfortable weight lifted off her chest leaving an empty feeling as a replacement. Her girlfriend sat at the edge of the bed wrapped up in the bed sheet and crossed her arms. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” It was a ridiculous question, there was no way Eli would be jealous over such a trivial thing. It’s not like she was with another girl; she was with Eli the whole time.

“I’m sure you found my younger self to be much cuter. In fact-”

“My girlfriend is cute regardless of what age and size she is. But I prefer you to be back to normal because I can’t do…d-do couple things…with you when you’re a three-year-old…” Eli was stunned by Umi’s confession. It wasn’t everyday her girlfriend would admit to liking the lovey-dovey things couples do.

“Really?” Eli look back at her red-faced girlfriend.

“Don’t make me repeat myself twice.” Amber irises averted away from Eli’s eyes. “And please put some clothes on.”

“I love you Umi.” Eli brought her hand to Umi’s chin and gently tilted her chin up. It was hard to resist such a cute face.

“Just hurry up already…” Umi’s face was glowing brighter by the second. She could hear her heart pound against her chest in her ears, but she didn’t want to turn away.

“Are you saying you don’t-” Eli’s sentence was cut off by a kiss from the younger girl, only to quickly end when Umi pulled away.

“How much longer are you going to stay naked? I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Umi bit her lip to stop herself from kissing Eli again.

“One more time.” Eli pleaded and pushed Umi back onto the bed.

“We’ll be late for class Eli!”

“Do you want to make a little me instead?”

“THAT’S SHAMELESS!”

anonymous asked:

How are you today?

I’m doing pretty good today!! Actually getting work done around the apt (my garbage disposal is getting fixed today 😭FINALLY) and got some cleaning done. I finally have time to work on my bullet journal and some calligraphy requests that I’ve been extremely lazy at doing!! (Sorry >_< They’ll get done!!)

Also my Kwon Jiyong album has shipped!! Hopefully will get it by next week~

How are you?
Thank you for asking <3 <3 

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Admision + Finals

4th pic of the Ereri uni au[1] [2] [3].

Eren had his finals already so now he’s taking the admission test for university. Levi’s still in his finals’ week.

I originally intended to draw this like 3 weeks ago but I got pretty busy with my finals and projects so this is not on time at all haha.

blacksheep16-3-deactivated20161  asked:

Hating It request: Stan "cockblocking" Bill b/c while he loves the fact his grand-nephew is getting some, he's kind of pissed at Bill & worried about some statements that w/out context hint at an unhealthy relationship. Dipper's chalks it up to Grunkle Stan being Grunle Stan when he suddenly orders him to do random tasks & Bill doesn't care but he gets pissed when they really do end up having sex. In the ends, Dipper is the one who ends up jumping Bill.

Well. This isn’t exactly the request. And I didn’t complete it. I might continue later. I just wanted to post something since I haven’t in a while.

So here’s what Stan was thinking for part of Faking It.


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cuzicu  asked:

Chaussettes, coquillage, doux, écarlate and libellule? (I hope i got the spelling rip)

Chaussettes: what do you misplace the most

My fucking glasses i swear i never know where they are

Coquillage: what’s your favourite sound

Light rain on the roof/windows

Doux: where do you feel most safe?.

In my bedroom rip

Écarlate: is it easy to make you blush

NO it’s actually pretty much impossible to make me blush idk why

Libellule: what’s your favourite superpower?

Telekinesis probably because I’m lazy as hell, or teleportation

laryndawn  asked:

Okay so I need to know, I saw you reblogged PNAU Hijack and I have to know if you like it a bunch because of your tags and I just need to know because I'm pretty much the mom of the Hijack PNAU and I love your art QAQ

Wow, I’m like two months late with this reply; Anyways; Yeeeesss. I find it hella cute. 

Sorry for the clothing improvise. I got a bit lazy and went my own way. 

EDIT: added bubblegum

★Sophie

anonymous asked:

would you be able to make a tutorial on how you colour your art? because your style is just simply amazing! (you don't have to worry about it if you can't or don't want to, i just want to say that i'm a big fan of your art)

Something like this is pretty easy to do dw!! Ahh thanks for being a fan ;;v;; I kinda just smiled and spun in my chair when I saw this haha;;;;;

Anyways this is referring to my normal coloring style right?? Not my painting one? If I got the wrong one sorry fdjaklj I’ll show how I colored this Momo doodle under read more \o/

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He will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits. Of all the unicorns, he is the only one who knows what regret is - and love. [x]

It’s done; it’s finally done. I give you my JeanMarco “Last Unicorn” AU, featuring Marco as Prince Lir and Jean as the Unicorn/Amalthea. (You can tell I got a little lazy with the background of the second panel, ahem…sorry.)

and boku-wa-bitch mochiartemisa i believe y'all asked for a tag

nottheopera  asked:

25 & Ten x Rose, please! <3

(send me a number and I’ll write a ficlet*: 25. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”)

ten x rose, domestics, all ages, 2.3k words, massively delayed but never forgotten; fluffy fluff mcfluffsalot


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“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” the Doctor mutters.

“I can’t believe you almost let an entire two minutes pass without a single complaint,” Rose retorts. Her breath leaves her mouth in a fine mist, hangs in the air for a moment after she’s done speaking. “Slacking a bit, you are.”

“Rose, I could take you to any wedding, anywhere, anywhen,” the Doctor complains. “Or anywho, for that matter. We could go see Napoleon and Josephine. We could watch the Five-Spouse Bonding Ceremony for Lavraxas III. I could get you a front-row seat for the royal wedding!”

He pauses for effect, and Rose can practically hear him looking at her. “You know,” he urges. “The royal wedding.”

Rose laughs, rolling her eyes. “Tempting as they sound, none of those have got my cousin in them.”

“Or maybe they’re just cousins you don’t know yet. I hear Lavraxas’s second wife has a touch of human ancestry. Only one way to find out!”

He keeps talking as they walk, prattling on about polygamous unity ceremonies on twelfth-century Calgudon, but Rose isn’t really listening. She’s too busy shivering. She felt fine when she stepped out of the TARDIS but now the wind is punishing her for her lack of foresight, biting into her bare arms and legs and eating through the thin material of her dress. On top of that, her footwear presents a distraction of an entirely different sort—she has to watch every step she takes to ensure she doesn’t trip over the uneven pavement, scanning the ground for any suspicious nooks or wily crannies that could pop up out of nowhere and snare the heels of her pumps. She opens her mouth to complain that whoever originally designed the blasted things was clearly a sadist hellbent on high-fashion torture, but thinks better of it—knowing the Doctor, he may very well confirm her theory, and then insist on proving it to her.

“I’m just saying,” the Doctor continues, “that there are plenty of other activities we could participate in that would not involve formalwear, uncomfortable fancy undergarments, or impractical blister-causing shoes.”

“What would you know about fancy undergarments?” Rose teases, hugging herself in defense against the chill.

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Don't wanna be your girl
Julie Dunn (cover)
Don't wanna be your girl

don’t wanna be your girl/wet

Yay so I got bored and I’ve been singing this all day so I decided I’d post it!  I was too lazy to figure out an instrument for the song, so there is none… sorry.  Ok cool, enjoy and no hate (i’m watchin you)

Also its pretty loud so don’t have the volume too high (idk how to edit recordings yet)

anonymous asked:

les amis + hipster AU

At first glance, Enjolras looks like your typical upper-middle class hipster: incredibly attractive - he was very popular in high school -, with trendy clothes that are very tight and expensive accessories, longish hair that smells vaguely of strawberries. He always wears sunglasses, drinks very expensive coffee in indie coffee shops, and always has the lastest technology devices as he works on his Master’s thesis and writes on his social justice blog. He’s still the quiet, very intense man we know and love, but he’s considered a somewhat elusive fashion icon, and paparazzi swarm to catch pictures of him during protests. (insp., Gabriel Nadeau-Dubois, at the power of a hundred.)

Combeferre is, without a doubt, the academic hipster. Wears a lot of grandpa sweaters, he listens to music almost exclusively on vinyl, needs those glasses - although his eyesight is not as bad as people often assume - , and is fascinated by food from all around the world. He’s travelled a lot; more than any of the other amis, except maybe Bahorel, and his apartment is filled with souvenirs. He likes writing on an old typewritter he found in this flea market he goes to every week in search of old, rare books that could have somehow found themselves in that place - he thens sells them again - along with lots of other books - in the small used bookstore he owns.

Courfeyrac is the party hipster. He loves bowties, shirts with funny patterns, and coloured skinny jeans. The 80s are a source of eternal happiness for him, especially its movies, even though his driver’s license confirms that he was born in 1990 (to his eternal sorrow). He loves to dye his hair all sorts of different colours. He’s invented at least ten new dance styles in the past five years, and ‘discovered’ more bands than he can count. He blogs with Enjolras, has a popular youtube channel, and Bahorel and him bicker constantly over on Instagram. He’s excellent with a camera and a Photoshop pro.

Prouvaire wears a lot of loose clothes inspired by - well, no one is really sure, but it’s a bit old fashioned, often unfortunate, and also nature. He’s a ‘natural’ hipster, sighs longingly, thinking of how life was simpler in the country - though he’s actually a city boy, born and bred. Very fervent environmental activist. He writes by hand in dark corners of coffee shops, sipping on the same chamomile tea for hours but tipping generously. He tries DIY projects weekly, but rarely finishes them. He has a smooth, deep, almost ethereal singing voice, but is a pretty bad musician otherwise. Owns so many plants. He has a few aesthetic blogs and likes to hang out at Combeferre’s bookstore.

Feuilly is an accidental hipster. He shops in thrift stores - along with Prouvaire and Courfeyrac - because it’s cheaper and he wants to encourage local businesses. Wears layers and layers of sweaters and scarves, and these big glasses are because he can’t afford to get new ones without ensurance, he hadn’t even realised they were back in style! Often has ink or charcoal stains all over his hands, which makes some boys and girls and non-binary cuties swoon a little when he shows up at the coffee shop, or during the night classes he takes at the local community college. You probably haven’t heard of his favourite movies. Shows up a lot in Courfeyrac’s and Bahorel’s instagrams, with a hashtags #how, #why, and #unfair.

Bahorel is a douchester: muscular, tattoed, pierced, and bearded, he takes care of his body more than all of the others combined. Hasn’t gotten rid of all his v-neck shirts, which he now often pairs with old jeans and flannels. He’s into outdoor sports, but also coffee - he’s a coffee pro - and cooking. Frequents an old-style barber shop, can play both the drums and the guitar, and is, really, the selfie king of the group. He posts recipes online quite often, and is a surprisingly (or not, if you know him) great baker. He loves to organize different activities for kids who might otherwise not get to participate much, for various reasons.

Bossuet is another fashionable hipster, who likes to be aware of the trends then find cheap ways to immitate them - turtlenecks, vests, scarves, beanies and hats - though he always wears the same worn-down sneakers. He’s also a great musician and and incredible flirt. Is really good at make-up - his and Joly’s nails are always painted different colours. He has a youtube channel in which he talks a lot about disability and accessibility, and also tricks on how to make it on a small budget.

Joly is a hipster geek; also, one of the less hipster-ish of the group, when it comes down to it, though, well, with the company he keeps… Well, he pulls off cute-nerdy-hipster very well. His real passion is science fiction and also science in general - also weird-looking animals. Most of his tshirts illustrate one of these three things. Loves cats, also watching shows on Netflix, and tea. He has so much tea.

Grantaire is total normcore. He takes great efforts in appearing like he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about fashion and appearance, but it’s untrue. Aknowledges that he’ll never pull of the trendy outfits Enjolras wears; thus, he adopted normcore pretty quickly: baseball caps, denim shirts, too-big trousers… He knows all the best, underrated (for now) places to eat and drink, and is a great photographer. Can play the harmonica. His twitter is his only social media presence, and is usually a very snarky run of comments on the news and other events. Loves pugs.