i had this one for awhile

Was chatting a little with @junebugninja about random kabby thoughts and the one I had while watching their conversation was that in saying taking a life should never be easy, both of them as we’ve seen don’t like the killing that’s been happening for awhile now. And even Marcus as pragmatic as he can be is wanting to change it. But the clocks ticking and desperation has kabby in a corner. The first we survive then we find our humanity again sounded like you and I will bear this sin together and we’ll endure it together. They understand each other so well and since saying things like this so many times where their masks are off to one another it’s as natural as breathing now with them.

Hello Darlings!

As you can see I’m back. I’m sorry I was away for awhile, I had to deal with some personal issues. But I’m trying to answer all your questions and I should be able to answer any new ones later on tonight or tomorrow. I love you all and I hope you’ve been working toward your goals!

xoxo Thinderalla

WALANI LOVES THE ANIMALS AND JUST WANTS TO CHILL OUT CUDDLING ANIMALS ALL THE TIME COMPILATION

Even when a creature is her enemy, her animal loving heart cannot help but be endeared.

Other notable Walani things:

  • She asks the bunny men if they give good hugs.
  • When she sees a mosling, she says “Don’t you just want to pick it up and squeeze it?" 
  • No animosity for the gobbler. “He’s a doofy little guy.”
  • She calls koalefants “big guy” and encourages them to hang ten.
  • Her catcoon quote is the GREATEST. “It’s very independent and loves garbage. Me too!”
  • She loves all the birds in the reign of giants world, unlike SOME so called bird lovers who reject the crows for being too creepy. *coughs at Wilson*
  • When she’s looking at the cactus armor, she says “How can I hug trees wearing this?”
  • Cat Cap: “I can feel the spirits of catcoons that made it.”
  • I could go on and on forever. She has a LOT of cute quotes about the animals and lot of hippy-like quotes. Walani is the number one animal lover. Let her chill out and snuggle her animal friends.
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this has been chillin in my folder for awhile so finally wrapped it up. forgot tho tumblr doesnt like longways posts so i had to break it up weirdly.

ANYWAY some time ago id talked with friends about my fallout player character’s different motivations/self-perceptions despite all being played good-aligned and then decided to draw it out simply because having some sort of lineup is nice too.

Expectant - Request

Requested by anon:  could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-)
Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…

Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.

Word count: 2,807

A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by xthismeanswar

London had never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week – or at least not one Sherlock cared about.

With his fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every moment.

(Y/N) was tiding it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.

“I know, I just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.

“Anxiety?” She shook her head.

“Maybe I’m just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.

“Bored? You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast with your instrument.”

Sherlock didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.

“Show off.” She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes and dusted the furniture.

Sherlock couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following her.

She was resplendent yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”

(Y/N) looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”

“Why are you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we always do.”

“Maybe it’s all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.

“You’ve followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing and stood still, following her every move.

“Maybe I’m getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.

“Impossible.” He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”

“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With each second that passes.”

Sherlock sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.

Sherlock stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting and reading a newspaper.

“There’s something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.

Watson, who knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it would be impossible for him not to react.

“You’ve read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.

“I like to re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.

“Guess that’s a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, “But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”

“She’s your girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.

“She’s your friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.

“She’s not sick.”

“How can you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood pressure? Her…”

“She’s fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently for her to get out.

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anonymous asked:

Coran discovers gum. Think about it.

Lance: Hey Coran, want some gum?

Coran: Sure //chews gum// It’s a bit mild for my taste. Oh I do think I have on me that something equivalent to the gum of yours, It has a stronger flavor. Would you like to try?

Lance: Ooooh alien gum. Yeah! why not

Later~

Coran: //Blows a bubble//

Shiro: Where’s Lance?

Coran: On the roof.

Shiro: Why???

Coran: His words were my gum was too fresh, that he needed to go outside and rethink the meaning of life.

Reminder to back up your projects!

If you’re writing something, making a game, doing some art, back up your project to an external flash drive, save it immediately if it’s open rn, whatever you need to do to make sure it isn’t lost!

Muse || Peter Parker

Prompt - Y/N is an artist who tends to find inspiration in others, as in she draws other people, and she draws Peter the most. He sees one of her drawings of him and asks her about it. FLUFFY!

Warning - none. 

A/N: haven’t written anything in awhile and this might be a little short. Besides, I was getting bored. I am also in the midst of writing some smutty sin, so you can look forward to that. 

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Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

She was a creative person, incredibly above average when it came to expressing her imagination. Her art was aesthetically pleasing to the eye, those who saw it wondered how a girl of such a young age could possibly make something so realistic. She had a talent for capturing the person’s essence in every drawing, or portrait to be more specific.

She drew everyone, whether they noticed it or not. 

But there was one person who she absolutely loved to draw.

That person was Peter Parker. 

The boy in the layered sweaters and graphic t-shirts. 

She adored that boy’s physique because to her drawing him came like second nature. In her drawings, his fluffy brown hair would be perfectly styled, his clothes exactly the way he had them; disheveled. 

But there had been one day when he had been late to school. He walked into their shared class, his hair tousled, his clothes in disarray. He had ran his hand through his wild morning hair in an attempt to tame it, and at that moment Y/N had already pulled out her sketchbook to draw his rugged appearance that captivated her so much. 

She watched him for the duration of the class period to get his features perfect. Nobody noticed her watching him, it was a normal sight to see her staring at someone. Everyone knew that she was an artist and that she drew anyone that captured her eye, some people took it as a compliment, others didn’t. 

She loved that drawing, she was proud of it. 

Everyday she drew someone new, and among those new drawings was always an even better drawing of Peter. 

In the beginning, when she first started drawing him she barely knew his name, she was just intrigued by his noticeable Star Wars t-shirt. But then as time went on, she became more infatuated with the young genius. 

She tried talking to him but the moment she caught a glimpse of those chocolate brown eyes, her face would become warm and her eyes were immediately back on her sketchbook. He was her muse. 

She found comfort in sketching his cheekbones, his jawline, his nose, his beautiful hair. It enraptured her. 

She was in her last class of the day, off to the side in the last row of desks. Peter sat directly to her left.

She had already finished her classwork so she pulled out her almost completed sketchbook and opened it to an empty page, her pencils were already laid out waiting for her to use them. 

She didn’t really mind if he noticed her drawing him, maybe he’d want to talk to her about it and then she’d actually be able to talk to him without being a shy idiot about it. 

She began with the outline of his face. She had done these steps so many times that she could probably do them in her sleep. 

She continued to sketch him, but she was so engrossed in her drawing that she didn’t notice Peter’s eyes flickering to her paper. He recognized the face as his own and his eyebrows furrowed together. 

She’s drawing me. She’s actually drawing me,’ he thought. 

A ghostly grin etches its way onto his face as he watches her, the pencil running over the paper, her index finger smudging the graphite for the appropriate shading, her bottom lip in between her teeth in concentration. 

He noticed that she didn’t even need to glance at him to complete her drawing. Unknown to him, but she had his face permanently etched into her brain. 

The bell rang signaling that it was finally time for the poor students to go home. Y/N packed up her stuff but carried her sketchbook in her arms. 

As the students began to excitedly file out of the room, Peter followed behind Y/N to try and talk to her. 

Y/N liked to take her time when she left school because she didn’t really like being in a crowded subway surrounded by tons of people, downside to living in New York. She walked slowly as she let her beat-up converse hit the newly polished school floors. 

Peter tapped her shoulder making her turn around. When she saw that familiar face looking down at her with a gentle grin, her heart fluttered. 

“Hey,” she said trying to make it seem like she wasn’t dying to run her fingers through his fluffy hair. 

“Uh hi, I’m-uh, I’m Peter,” he managed to say, she smiled at his nervousness. 

“Yeah, I know. You’re in most of my classes, you’re not invisible,” she clutches her sketchbook tightly in her arms. 

He’s talking to me. He’s actually talking to me,’ she thought.

He blushed cherry red, “I um, I noticed you drawing me during class and I-” she wanted to let him finish but she had to ask. 

“I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” She asked, he shook his head vigorously.

“No! No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just know that you draw everyone and I was curious as to why you were drawing me,” he explains.

“Because you’re beautiful,” she blurts out without processing the words as they left her mouth. 

Peter’s grin then turns into a full blown smile, cheeks blazing red. 

Y/N knew that she should feel embarrassed about what she had just said to the object of her artistic affection, but she wasn’t embarrassed. 

“You think I’m…beautiful?” He couldn’t stop smiling, his cheeks were hurting from how hard he was smiling but he couldn’t help it. 

A gorgeous and talented girl had just called him beautiful.

“Yeah. You’re my muse, my inspiration,” she wished she would just stop talking, but she had already started so there was no point in stopping.

“I know it’s a bit awkward but I-I draw you all the time, I find your features…fascinating,” she tells him, he chuckles. 

“Well maybe we could hang out sometime and you can draw me as much as you’d like,” he offers awkwardly sliding his hands into his pockets, she hides her absolute joy by looking down at her sneakers as her cheeks turn a bright red. 

“Um yeah, yeah I’d like that,” she accepts.

“Great.”

They leave the school together and he walks her home only for her to insist that he stay so she could take him up on his offer of making another portrait of him. He accepted, but this time it wasn’t a drawing…it was a painting. 

He flipped through the pages of her sketchbook as she prepared the materials that she needed for the painting. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of drawing me? I mean, I’m nothing special.”

She laughs, “Not at all, like I said…you’re my muse.”

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A/N: I hope this was satisfying enough. I’ll probably be posting another fic this week because I’m having lots of inspiration. <3 

//I know I’ve submitted before, but I’m still learning DnD and our group started another campaign recently and for the first time I partook in a HORDE encounter. We have a Paladin, Cleric, Sorcerer and (myself) Bard attempting to protect a little girl in the dead of night from Zombies, Skeletons, an Undead Minotaur and undead bulls. All of this had being controlled by a Wight that we scared off at one point and we were about 40ish rounds in when the Minotaur and bulls showed up.

DM: The Minotaur goes to attack the Paladin but thanks, luckily, to being mocked by your Bard misses. He t-
Bard: What the literal hell is going on?
DM: Well, if you were to listen and let me finish-
Bard: No, I mean what is this?
Cleric: The Minotaur attacking?
DM: Ya, you’ve been doing combat for awhile now
Bard: No, this is me asking Out of character? What. The. Literal. Hell. Is. This?
DM/Cleric (OOC): OHH!
Sorcerer (OOC): Have you…never done a Horde encounter?
Paladin (OOC): To be fair, I’ve been playing this for years and I’ve only ever heard of these events
Bard (OOC): I am actually having a panic attack right now. I am out of spells and potions. Our Cleric lost his main hand weapon and has one spell left. Our Paladin would have been dead about 5 times now if not for my Heroism on him, not to mention is on his last legs right now with only one potion. Our Sorcerer is running low with like, what, two spells left? It doesn’t even look like we’re close to ending this. We have a giant Minotaur on our butts and being chased by two undead bulls and we don’t even know where the Wight went? Is this suppose to be happening? Are we suppose to die? We’re going to die, aren’t we?
(Meanwhile the Cleric and Paladin are laughing their asses off at my rapid ranting and panicking voice)
DM (OOC): Well, heh, you wont know until we finish, mwehaha
Bard (OOC): No please, I’m actually so scared right now. WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL IS THIS!?
Cleric (OOC) Oh my god. Dude, dude. This, this reaction is what DM’s live for. This is exactly how you’re suppose to feel. This is what every DM hopes for. I’m sure (DM’s name) loves this
DM (OOC): Oh, I do
Bard (OOC): Well, if that’s the point, then damn good job, BUT SERIOUSLY WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS YOU CRUEL CRUEL MAN?!

“I’d been harboring a crush on him since 5th grade. But I thought: ‘I’m gonna be in the friend zone for a long time.’ Because I’m normally not the kind of person who’s liked in that way. But I thought, ‘Go for it.’ So I started flirting. I’d say things like, ‘You look nice.’ Or ‘I like your hair.’ Then we started going to different high schools, so we started texting a lot. And every once in awhile I’d use a heart emoji. Or a kiss emoji. And if he ever had to dress in a suit, he’d send me a picture. So things were going well. Then one day I had an orthodontist appointment near his school and we decided to meet at Starbucks. After his mom dropped him off, we went on a walk by the stream. Then we sat on a bench. And I saw him flip a coin. So I thought he was bored. But right after, he gave me a kiss.”

Hey dreamers! Can you believe it? One year ago I started working on this project that came from a dream I had and I can’t believe it has turned into what it has. Daisuga makes me the happiest~ o(*^▽^*)o

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i feel like I’ve seen so many posts talking about dva needing a support-figure in her life (and I’ve done a lot, like w/Ana and pharah and a few others scattered here and there) but like honestly what about lucio?

who’s the older, wiser character keeping an eye on him and giving him advice for dealing? Who’s the one who pulls him aside after a rough mission and gives him a tight hug when it gets to be too much, and is okay with lucio waking them up before the sun’s up because of a nightmare?

let me argue, against the skeptics for a minute: Reinhardt

Listen. Dva has the amaris, in my opinion, who watch out for her emotional well being and are ready for any breakdowns. 76 is hella caught up in his own shit, I don’t think mercy could ever, eveeeer be a good mentor b/c she’s a prodigy and can only connect w/other extreme geniuses, and mccree seems like a #HotMess in the last comic

So I argue Reinhardt

Reinhardt thinks it’s great to have such sprightly, energetic young adults in overwatch. Lena, Hana, and lucio are joyful and friendly, and while Reinhardt imagines that will mellow out with experience (he remembers jack’s easygoing laugh and Ana’s bright smiles, gabe’s snarky but kind demeanor, after all) it’s refreshing and keeps spirits higher than they’d be if it was just the old crowd

it takes awhile for him to notice. at least four or five missions past when someone /needed/ to notice.

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Cherliam Baby Thoughts of the Day

To try and hit all the questions I have about the Cherliam baby in my inbox in one fell swoop, I’m just going to say a few things:

I think Cheryl had planned to have a baby for awhile via IVF, and Liam was made aware of this fact when Cherliam began. 

No, I still don’t think that Liam and Cheryl were ever actually in a romantic relationship together. I didn’t think that for the last year, and I don’t think that now.  For me to do that, I would have to suspend all logic automatically forget that the following things happened:

- Cheryl and Loammy’s relationship is announced in February. They immediately get called out for it being fake.

-Roughly one month after being “Together”, in March, pregnancy seeding started, with bump watch photos being run beginning in May, followed by Dan Wootton’s “Exclusive reveal” that Cheryl and Liam were trying for a baby, which brings me to

-What celebrity couple, ½ of which is STILL LEGALLY MARRIED, the other half being 23 and about to embark on a solo career which will have him pretty much away for extended periods of time, decide after 3 months of dating that they want to have a baby together, and what’s more, decide they want to announce that to the general public via DAN WOOTTON?

- Cheryl was baiting the press before she was even pregnant by wearing sack dresses one day and a hand pressed to her belly, and the next wearing well tailored outfits. While all this was happening, she was also selling stories to the tabloids almost daily while simultaneously calling for her privacy. I very much cannot with that. 

- Loammy basically stays in LA for pretty much Cheryl’s entire pregnancy. To try and mitigate that, they seed reasons for Loammy’s absence during her pregnancy and for why Loammy won’t be present for raising that baby shortly after its born. 

And that’s pretty much my Melly thoughts on this matter. 

So I totally failed Inktober. Haven’t drawn since. Last night I needed to stress draw and it randomly ended up being Mob from Mob Psycho 100 so uh here he is (It’s all my roommates fault. We watched One Punch Man together awhile back so she made me watch this with her too and after I had to read it because addiction. It’s honestly even better than OPM I think).