i have no idea how to tag this whoops


asdfghjkasdkvg YES OF COURSE YOU CAN SAVE IT! you have no idea how happy this makes me anon! i’m glad you liked it :) 

Here’s the higher res ver. cause tumblr butchers images in asks



Googleplier Phone Lockscreens (REQUEST)

I don’t know where I was going with this to be honest. I had an idea to put “OK, Google” in this and I was thinking about how he’d react to that. I’d imagine that he wouldn’t have a positive reaction, that’s for sure. ahaha
Requested by anonymous


Aight so, if RFA + Saeran baby were kpop idols…

  • What would their concept be?
  • Are they a band? Or do they dance?
  • What are their tags? (visual, dancers, singers, comedians)
  • Do they have stage names?
  • Who is leader?
  • What is their group name?
  • What would their introductions be?

I want to start a jokey series called ‘The Adventures Of [insert group name here]’
I had this idea come to me when I saw a post earlier (here)
I don’t know how it reminded me of kpop…. probably because I was watching BTS’s Not Today whoops

Can I have a Sleepy Hollow Shyan AU though like

New York City police constable Shane Madej, although an excellent investigator by all means, is far too insubordinate for his own good. He speaks out of turn one too many times, and is forced to investigate the mysterious beheadings plaguing the small town of Sleepy Hollow as punishment. But once he arrives at Sleepy Hollow, Shane—a man of science and reason—finds it absolutely ridiculous that all the locals believe the killer is an undead urban legend: a so-called “Headless Horseman”.

Shane doesn’t bother to hide his disdain for the local’s beliefs, and most of the locals return his disdain—wary of this pretentious constable and his odd methods for investigating. They’re suspicious of his bag full of mysterious chemicals, his hand-made contraptions, his books filled with diagrams they can’t comprehend, and most of all his lack of faith. Everyone in town doesn’t seem to want Shane there. Everyone—except for Ryan Bergara, the son of one of the Horseman’s victims.

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will our stars ever align?

A/N: Listening to I Prevail + writing is the result of the title. Whoops! Okay, so this had started out as a really fluffy piece with Zack Ryder and turned into Karl Anderson smut with daddy kink? I’m still not sure how. I want to thank my wonder twin, @oreillyskyle​ for her advice, ideas and support. Also, I guess I have a tag list now! Which is super cool, and I hope I got everyone who wanted to be tagged. 

warnings: nsfw, language, smut, daddy kink, light spanking, uh I don’t think I missed anything. 

pairing: Karl Anderson / Reader

tags: @hardcorewwetrash, @artemisapalla316 @wxrldwrestlin@vixxyvampire @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues @nlunarexlipse  “Mmm,” the low voice drew her attention away from her thoughts. She hadn’t really realized that she was off daydreaming, her mind completely focused on the night before, leaving her zoned out as she sat on his marble countertop, her legs dangling down and resting against the wooden cabinets. She had woken early, careful to sneak out of bed without waking him. Her plan was to enjoy some coffee, waking up some. She was never much of a morning person, at least until she had her fill of caffeine. Looking up, she caught sight of him standing there in his black boxers and shirtless as he had his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. “You look so damn good in my shirt while being in my kitchen.”

“I didn’t hear you getting up.” She admitted, though she had been in her own little world. Maybe he had made plenty of noise, but she was just too lost in thought to really hear it. She raised the white mug to her lips, gulping down the coffee as she enjoyed the savory mix of the bitterness of the coffee mixed in with the sweetness of the heavy amounts of sugar that she always would add in. Being friends with him for years, she had become familiar with his apartment, now knowing where Karl tended to hide his good coffee, instead of the cheap stuff he hid in a tin in some attempt to fool her and Luke. Maybe it worked on Luke, but she knew better.

She wasn’t just familiar with the apartment, but the years of friendship and traveling together meant that she was also pretty familiar with him. She actually prided herself on how well that she did know him; having been extremely close with him for years. Sometimes it felt like she was glued at the hip with him and Luke, as they were always together and never apart. She loved and cared for them both, making sure to take care of them in whatever ways that she could. She was there for when they needed advice, she was a sidekick in various adventures and she would always be the first to knock them upside the head if ever needed. They had her back too—Karl always offering her a place to crash if needed, and she spent a lot of nights over the years, taking a spot on the pull-out bed that was tucked away in the black couch.

Things were different now, but Y/N realized that different didn’t always mean it was a bad thing. She had disliked change in her life, but Karl Anderson had been the proof that change was a good thing sometimes. Somethings didn’t change though, and she still spent a large number of nights at his apartment, but instead of being on the pull-out mattress, she was in his bedroom, her wrists bound to his headboard and pinned under the sharp and rough thrusts of his hips. Things in her life had shifted, but she was unable to really pinpoint when exactly it happened, but before she really knew what was going on she realized that she was completely and utterly head over heels in love with her best friend.

That had scared her, honestly. She prided herself on having little to no fear, but the idea of losing Karl was something that scared the shit out of her. They had a routine, their lives perfectly blending in a friendship that she valued. She didn’t mean to fuck things up by falling for him. Luckily though, nothing was ruined—it was better than ever. Karl loved her—and she knew that it meant she was a lucky girl. She got the best of both worlds; she got the wonderful best friend that he had always been, and the loving and great boyfriend she discovered him to be.  

“I hope you saved me some of that.” He spoke, nodding towards the cup in her hand. He’d bitch that she found the good stuff again, because he always did. It had almost become their morning tradition at this stage in their relationship. He’d always grumble about how he had coffee in the container by the coffee pot, but she wasn’t going to be fooled. Besides, Y/N knew that this wasn’t her fault; he was the one who tried to trick her by stocking that container with decaf coffee.

“Of course, you are about as grumpy as I am without your morning coffee.” She teased as he took steps towards the counter. He just sent her a look before reaching for her mug, taking a huge gulp of it, the disgust written over his face as soon as the liquid touched his tongue.

“Babe,” he grumbled slightly as he placed the mug down on the counter next to her. She couldn’t stop the giggle that left her at the look on his face. She wasn’t sure why he had been so surprised. It wasn’t like this was the first time she had made a cup of coffee in his apartment, he knew how she liked it.

“Karl, you know I like my coffee sweet.” She defended as he reached up to brush a strand of her wild hair behind her ear, letting his hand fall slightly as rest against the side of her neck. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers.

“Cavities, Baby.” She just laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to her. Despite having the same conversation almost every morning that she stayed over, she absolutely loved their moments together in the morning. Being on the road all the time was stressful to them both, and she looked forward to the time that they got to spend at home. She hardly spent any time at her own apartment—because when they weren’t traveling, Karl liked having her here with him On very rare occasions they would stay at her apartment, but she knew Karl wasn’t really a fan of that. Her apartment was small, especially compared to his. Not to mention that she had some weird neighbors that were either snooping around, or always making noise in the middle of the night. His apartment was spacious and quiet, and both of them preferred to spend their nights together there.

“How about I promise to brush my teeth twice.” She joked, quickly thinking of the pink toothbrush he had surprised her with a few months ago. It was a simple gesture, but it meant a lot to her. While they were traveling, he had informed her that he had been making some light changes around his apartment. She didn’t think much of it until she had gone over to his place to realize that he had cleared a drawer for her belongings, bought her a tooth brush and cleared her a section in the bathroom to keep the makeup he insisted that she never needed.

“You better,” He grinned slightly, pressing his lips against hers. The moment that their mouths connected, she had closed her eyes. Like he usually did, Karl took complete control of the kiss, his tongue darting over her lips before entering her mouth. She could taste the lingering minty taste from his favorite mouthwash. The hand on her neck slipped to the back of her head, holding in as he wanted as his mouth explored hers. His other hand started exploring, roaming her arms before deciding to slip under the tee-shirt that she was wearing, which was one of his black tees.

 “Karl–” She was already breathless, all from one kiss. She knew that it barely took more than a look from him before her body would hum to life, aching for him. Everyone had a past, and hers was her own share of men in her bed once, but none of them had ever had her worked up in the same ways Karl did. He always seemed to be so in tune with her, knowing what buttons to push and all of the ways that she enjoyed him pushing them. Sometimes it was like she was a guitar, and he could pluck at her strings to play melodies, leaving her body to hum along under his touch.

“Baby girl,” he spoke in a low voice, a whimper leaving her at the name. She closed her eyes as the mood shifted slightly. It was a pet name for her, but also served as a warning as to what he was expecting from her in that moment. She shifted on the counter, pressing her thighs together.

“Baby girl,” he growled in a low voice, a whimper leaving her at the name he used. She closed her eyes, knowing that the mood would shift slightly from here. It was a pet name he used for her, but also a warning in a lot of ways. The use of the name dictated the mood that he was in, and what would be expected of her from this moment on out. “You look so good this morning, but this is my shirt.” He grabbed a fistful of the fabric, using it to pull her slightly closer to him, causing her to whimper once again.

Someone ripped the zipper on my dress last night,” She stated as her tongue ran over her bottom lip. She watched his face light up some as he grinned slightly, his shoulders shrugging as if this wasn’t that big of a deal. Last night she had been almost irritated by his actions, meaning that her black dress was now ruined. She had loved that dress actually, knowing that she looked really good in it too. Plus, the dress was new and she had been saving it for weeks, just waiting for the right time to wear it for him.

“About that,” he started as he moved the hand off the back of her head, his thumb stroking her cheek lightly for a moment before the hand rested on her thigh. His fingers moving in a slow pattern on her skin. “That thing was absolutely ridiculous.” He spoke with a laugh, like a zipper was the same as rocket science.

“It’s a zipper, Karl.” She said, pushing his shoulder back slightly, still being careful. She knew that she was starting to walk a dangerous path. He had already indicated the mood he was in, and she knew that all of her actions would and could be used against her. “It just goes up and down.” She stated slowly, watching his face for a moment. It wouldn’t be the first time her mouth got her in trouble. Her ass had been red and sore countless times due to her mouth. 

 “Well, if I remember correctly” he started as he bent down slightly, his mouth right against her ear. “Your zipper was not the only one going down.” She had almost no time to react to his comment as his lips captured hers once again, taking total control over the kiss. His hands roughly gripped her thighs, pulling them apart so his fingers could dance along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Daddy.” She whimpered, biting down on her lip as he broke the kiss. He grinned at the name, rewarding her by pressing his fingers into the skin of her thigh, a gasp leaving her at the sensation. His hand reached up, grabbing a fist full of her hair before pulling back slightly, giving him full access to her throat. No time was wasted as his lips were pressed against her neck, his teeth finding that spot on her collarbone, and he bit down hard enough to let her feel it, but not to leave a mark. A low whine left her, shifting on the countertop slightly.

“You like that, baby girl?” She wasn’t entirely sure why he needed to ask a question like that. Karl absolutely already knew she liked it. There was no way that he didn’t know, but that didn’t stop her from quickly nodding her head. She knew better than not respond to him when he asked questions, even ones he already had the answer to. He moved his hands from her thighs, grabbing roughly at her waist

He moved his hands up her thighs, gripping firmly on her waist. With almost no effort he eased her off of her seat on the counter, making sure that she didn’t lose her balance as her feet touched down on the tiled flooring. His mouth was against hers again, roughly this time as he pushed her back against the counter, a loud groan leaving her. He grabbed the hem of the shirt, ripping it off over her head, tossing it on the ground beside them.

Damn.” He mumbled, cupping her breasts. Her breath hitched as she closed her eyes, head rolling back slightly as she enjoyed the delicious sensation of his hands on her like that, his fingers now tugging on her nipples. “My Baby Girl is so pretty.” It wasn’t the first time he said things like that to her, but she still felt heat rush to her cheeks, knowing that they were probably a light shade of pink. If that was the case, Karl never said anything. His hands remained on her breasts, fingers rolling her nipples and causing her to moan. His mouth was back to her collarbone, a mix of nips and kisses causing the room to spin. All she could do was hang onto his shoulders, panting and wanting more.

Daddy,” it sounded a lot more like a whine then what she had intended. His actions stilled for a moment, giving her a chance to finally catch her breath. That damn grin on his face wasn’t helping her though, and she couldn’t believe just how cocky he was sometimes. Actually, she could. It was something that always drove her wild.

“You got to be patient, baby girl.” She whimpered at those words. She was an extremely impatient person, and Karl knew that and often used it against her. He’d draw his actions out, just to drive her crazy and remind her that “good girls waited like they were told to.” She tried, but that didn’t always seem to matter. He kissed her, his mouth claiming her mouth as his fingers went back to playing with her nipples, heat pooling between her legs again.

She knew she was supposed to be patient, but it was easier said than done. Clenching her thighs together, she tried to get some friction to release the ache that was pooling there. Karl broke the kiss instantly, his hands on her thighs, spreading them.

“I don’t think so, Baby Girl.” He growled. He let go of her thighs, looking at her for a moment. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as he reached up to stroke her cheek. “I thought I told you to be patient, and yet you aren’t listening.” He shook his head slightly. “Get on your knees, Baby Girl.” He commanded, causing her to shiver slightly. “Show me just how good you can be, hmm?” Damn. She closed her eyes at his words, nodding her head quickly as she sunk to her knees.

Her fingers gripped the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down his thighs as he assisted in kicking them off, leaving them discarded on the title floor. She eagerly licked her lips at the sight, and what a sight it was. She fucking loved seeing him like this: naked and hard for her. His hands reached down, grabbing a fist full of her hair, a gasp leaving her as he pulled her head closer to him. He was pressed against her lips, and her tongue darted out and ran over the tip of him, enjoying the groan that left his mouth.

She took him in her mouth, making a humming sound because she knew just how much he loved that. She heard him groaning again as his grip tightened, his hips thrusting forward some. She ran her tongue over her length, humming once again as his hips started to rock against her. She closed her eyes, whimpering and without thinking, rubbing her thighs together once again, still trying to find some any kind of friction.

“Baby girl,” He growled, her eyes snapping open. Using the grip that he had on her hair, he pulled her to her feet despite the little yelp that she made. “You aren’t being very good this morning.” His voice low, causing her to whimper. She knew that she was in for some kind of punishment, the gleam in his eyes told her that much already. She gulped, linking her hands behind her back, standing with her legs open wide and her eyes on him.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She whimpered. His hand reached between her legs, a firm spanking directly on her clit. “Fuck!” She hissed, her hips rocking slightly. He followed the first swat with a second one, this time a whimper leaving her as his hand connected with her again. Running his hand over his head, he looked at her for a moment, before pointing behind him.

“Bend over the table, Baby Girl.” He ordered and she didn’t need to be told a second time as she grabbed the sides of the table, bending over so her ass was in the air. She felt his hands on her ass, kneading the skin slightly before his fingers danced across her wetness, his thumb finding her clit quickly. Just as quick as the touch came, he moved his hand, causing a loud whimper to leave her.

Oh.” She whispered as she felt the tip of his cock against her flesh, circling her clit. She moaned, wiggling her hips as a hard slap came down on her ass.

Stay still, Baby girl. If you can’t be patient on your own, I am just going to make sure you are patient.” He warned, and she absolutely did not like the sound of that. “Do not let go of the table either.” He said, still sliding his tip along her.

It was absolutely maddening to have what she wanted so close, but taunting her with a slow circular pattern. She held as still as she possibly could, just a whimpering mess with each circle.  

Daddy.” She whined after a few minutes, knowing she was supposed to be patient. It was too hard though. All she wanted was him to thrust inside of her. “Please. Please. Please.” She felt another slap to her ass, this time not nearly as rough. She could hear him groaning, and knew this had to be almost as torturous for him as it was for her.

“Are you sorry Baby Girl?” He asked quietly and she quickly nodded her head. She’d apologize for just about anything at this point, he was driving her that mad with his actions.

Yes.” She mumbled over her shoulder, careful not to lose her grip on the table. This was a new form of punishment, and she didn’t really want to see what else he had up his sleeves for her not listening to him again.

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I buy that.” He taunted, slipping his tip down to tease her entrance, a loud cry leaving her lips.

“Please! I’m sorry Daddy. I’m sorry.” She whimpered, her hips rocking slightly despite all her efforts to remain as still as possible. She was rewarded with a grunt as he entered her with a single thrust. She moaned out, enjoying the sensation of finally having him inside of her after all of his teasing.

“Fuck, Baby.” He groaned as he placed his hands on his hips, starting a rough rhythm that she was more than okay with. She could hear his heavy breathing and the sound of their skin slapping, and it just fueled her on even more. Each thrust stroked the inferno raging inside of her, bringing her closer and closer to the release she so desperately wanted.

“I am so close, Daddy. Please.” She whimpered, rocking her hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Come for me, Baby Girl.” He groaned, his fingers digging deeper into her hips. It wouldn’t be the first time she walked away with light bruises from his fingers. Not that she was complaining, she loved it. He always was the one that worried, concerned that he was hurting her. He wasn’t.

His words and another thrust were all she needed as she spilled over the edge, coming with a loud cry and her hips wildly rocking against his. She felt his thrusts pick up speed before he grunted loudly, riding his own orgasm.

Letting go of the table she rolled on her side right as he collapsed on the table next to her. His hand reached up to push a strand of sweating hair off her forehead, his fingers lingering on her cheek for a moment in a soft gesture. She loved the rougher side of him, but there was something nice about these sweeter moments. They happened in passing, just briefly, but she cherished them. Just like she cherished him.

Once her breathing was normal again, she snuggled against him and rested her head on his bare chest to listen to the sound of his heartbeat. He ran his hands up and down her arms, holding her close to him. She was the one that liked to cuddle after sex, but part of her was convinced that he enjoyed it too. He never complained, at least. She needed the moments to just be held by him, letting herself relax into his body in a comforting way.

“Damn.” She mumbled, causing him to chuckle lightly. “That’s quite a way to start the morning.”

“We are going to have to clean this table twice.” He spoke, now causing her to laugh. She leaned up slightly, pressing her lips against his in a brief moment.

“How about we get it dirty one more time and then clean it three times?” She joked as he groaned, nodding his head.

“I could totally devour that pretty pussy.” He remarked, his hands trailing down to her hips. “Think of it like breakfast.” He said, causing her to laugh again as the sounds of her laughter turned to a moan as his fingers found her wetness.

Fuck.”  It took just a moment for him to have her on her back with her thighs open. He moved so he was between her thighs, his mouth pressing light kisses to her skin. He wasted no time as his tongue found her clit with one long stoke.

“Baby girl you taste way better than frosted flakes.”

‘Cause it feels like summer to me.

I went on vacation this week (courtesy of @sylbrael  <3), and drew my beloved alt in her swimsuit which I would’ve had her wear to a roleplay event but I got shy last second and changed whoops. Also tumblr resized and I weep. Pls click through 

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FINALLY MY OTHER PIECE FOR @yoi-shit-bang this is for @damnkatsufan‘s fic, To be Ruler (of Your Heart)! Apologies for being such a late straggleralskdjasdj;; It’s fantasy omegaverse royalty AU with alpha!Yuuri and omega!Viktor which we need many more of tbh, go give it a read! <3 I know my chosen scene does not illustrate that point well but … UHM.

Anyways I have more words now and can say how happy I am to have been part of this thing/project!! Having fics to base drawings on is really such a great deal for me because more often than not I lack ideas ;; Thank you so much to the mods, and the authors I worked with!

anonymous asked:

Because of Turf Wars, you should find some way to throw in Wonyong Keum, Tokuga, and the emergence of the war economy as an antithesis to the Red Lotus

To start, because I love that you said this: your comment on the war economy is already present in the story as it is now, though admittedly it’s not as clear as it could, or should be. It’s one of the thing I’m working on and I’m really excited to dig more into that! So yeah, awesome idea, already there, but it’s gonna get more awesome.

As for the rest of that… *deep breath*

That’s really not how I’m operating when it comes to Turf Wars and RRaU, or Spin the Rails as a whole (aka the Asami Sato Saga aka Project ASS). I believe I’ve documented my feelings on the comic in more than enough explicit detail to understand why I feel the way I do. Especially since @lokgifsandmusings and I had to bend over backwards (admittedly while laughing our butts off) to make any sort of sense out of like, any of it.

Considering how we’ve just found out that Asami gets kidnapped for Book 3 of Turf Wars, thus very likely stripping her of any and all narrative agency (not that she had much at all because Turf Wars seems totally disinterested in Asami aka the other half of this couple they’ve banked this series on) I’m probably going to do my damndest to find out a way to throw even more jokes at the comics than before. I mean, what the actual hell, look at this:

“When Asami is kidnapped, Korra sets out to the Spirit Wilds to find her. Now teeming with dark spirits influenced by the half spirit-half human Tokuga, the landscape is more dangerous than ever before. The two women must trust in each other and work together if they are to make it out alive. Their fate is revealed in this stunning, action-packed conclusion to The Legend of Korra: Turf Wars!”

The only reason to kidnap Asami is to draw Korra out and force a confrontation. That’s it. Ugh. Just because it’s two women doesn’t make the “Damsel In Distress” trope any less overplayed or boring. So again the narrative is just about Korra who had four seasons of television devoted to her arc while Asami wasn’t given nearly as much time as she should have gotten. I know I’m a broken record with Asami, but for God’s sake it’s a continuation. Her father just died. The city needs to rebuild, their relationship is new. It’s like fucking neon signs and air horns directing you to focus, at least a little bit, on Asami. Everyone in the main cast is in a good place except for her.  

But no, she’ll probably just be a plot device or a “distraction” like she was in the end of Turf Wars Part 1. Because that’s a great idea, let’s have Asami be the “pretty, frail non-bender lady” Korra has to constantly protect. Like…seriously? She’s perfectly capable of defending herself. Why not just do an attempted kidnapping so Korra and Asami have beef with this dude? Then they can tag team and whoop some ass, Power Couple Style. Eh?

And, to be clear, it’s not like I’m not chill with Korra still being the focal point, I totally am. She’s Korra. And she’s in a weird place right now where she’s still not sure what her role is and she just got back in action. That’s something that could be really interesting to explore for her, since it’s very internal in nature…but the comic doesn’t seem interested in that at all, either.

Anyway, I do have ideas how to incorporate those two characters, but all of them are one-off gags or references. Like, Mako takes down “some crazy triad guy with hook swords” while Korra and Asami are on vacation and mentions it off-hand as they catch up. Maybe Keum Industries walking out on that deal Asami mentioned crippled their business and they’ve been defunct for over a decade. Maybe they got bought out by Cabbage Corp and cut so many corners designing temporary housing that their executives are on trial for…I dunno, gross neglect, endangerment, construction violations and…manslaughter? Would it be manslaughter? Whatever, people died and it’s their fault.

They’ll probably be funnier once I write them out. Thanks for the ask, and sorry-not-sorry for the tangent. I’ve had feelings.


tagged by the amazing @guide-to-the-galaxy for the lockscreen/selfie challenge! Thanks, sunshine!

I tag @patsu-png, @what-the-kenfuckey, @jackiechan-adventures, @goanneme, @lifotni, @thegearspinner, @smol-lizard, @creeping-prowess, @sa-rahrah, @birdnerd18, @chameleonsss, @lost-livid-lover and anybody else who wishes to partake in this challenge! 

Of course, this challenge is optional, no pressure ^-^

11 questions

tagged by @senti-renai

(1) Answer the questions given to you by the tagger

(2) Write 11 questions of your own (which im not going to do because i already wrote questions twice HAHA)

(3) Tag 11 people (same as above)

1. What’s one of your favourite Death Note headcanons (if any)?

[ I actually have no idea- whoops ]

2. Is there anything that confused you in childhood that you only understood as you got older?

[ Well I didn’t understand the concept of emotions? I would think things like “oh no where did ____ go?” when that said person got angry or showed any negative emotion because I couldn’t understand how nice people could lash out sometimes ]

3 & 4. What’s your favourite colour…. and why? (I’m curious)

[ I’ve always answered ‘transparent’ as a joke because I’ve never been able to make up my mind but I’ll settle for white? It’s not really a colour but it can be painted over with whatever colour I like and it looks good on its own so yeah! Either that or blue? ]

5. Do you see yourself as approachable or are you reserved?

[ I hope with all my heart that I appear approachable to everyone because I am ]

6 & 7. Are there any dreams you’ve had that have stuck with you/are difficult to forget? If so, what about?

[ Actually, I’ve only had one repeated dream ever since I can remember. It’s where I’m standing in a black and white old train station- won’t elaborate lest I bore you to death but yeah, that’s that. ]

8. What’s your favourite video game?

[ I don’t play video games- yes, you may stone me now ]

9. Dark, milk, or white chocolate?

[ All chocolates- ]

10. What’s the longest time you’ve been in any fandom for? 

[ Death note, actually, Since i was 9 ]

11. Favourite fanfic?

[ I don’t have favourite works but there are some writers i like ]

Writing Tag

Tagged by @thuriweaver

1) How many works in progress do you currently have in progress? 

Uhhhh… too many to count. I keep coming up with ideas and not sticking to them, or getting bored with it and starting something else. Whoops.

2) Do you/would you write fanfiction? 

Hon, fanfiction is like all I write. I do have a couple original things I’m working on, but most of the time I write fanfiction.

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks? 

Paper. You can’t get the comforting smell of paper and the feeling of it beneath your fingertips with an ebook. That being said, I do like the convenience of ebooks.

4) When did you start writing? 

Maybe in like, third grade? So like, when I was 8 or 9.

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with? 

Yes. He’s not on tumblr, but he’s always really supportive of my writing and in return I’m supportive of his. I also have a slight crush on him, but I don’t wanna ruin our friendship. But yeah, I share my work with him.

6) Where is your favorite place to write?

The top bunk of my bunk bed (surrounded by blankets and pillows, along with stuffed animals for moral support)

7) Favorite childhood book? 

I really liked the Nancy Drew books, and also the American Girl Doll books (specifically the ones for Samantha)

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication? 

For fun. I do want to try and publish my original works one day, but for now it’s just a hobby.

9) Pen and paper or computer? 

Computer. However, sometimes writing with a pen and paper can be very therapeutic.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes? 

Yeah! I’m currently taking a creative writing class, and I love it a lot!

11) What inspires you to write?

I’ve always had a deep inner desire for adventure and excitement, and since I can’t have that in my everyday life, what better way than to write about it? The real world, while it can be exciting at times, is not enough for me, and it can be rather boring. So I escape into my writing to try and satisfy my longing for fantasy and adventure.

Tagging: @fandomsandanythingelse @3-has-charm @thelogicalloganipus @leesacrakon @justanotherpurplebutterfly @treblesanders @cup-of-blue

Favorite Female Characters

I have already done this once, but I was tagged by the lovely @theasexualscorpio to name ten favorite female characters, and as one scorpio to another, challenge accepted!  Here’s another list of ten favorites.  (I’m a bit worried/excited by the idea that I might get a third query.  LOL).

1.  Ruffnut from How to Train Your Dragon

2.   Celia from As You Like it (Shakespeare)

“O wonderful, wonderful, most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all whooping!”

3.  Asoka Tano from Star Wars: The Clone Wars and Rebels

4. Irene Adler from Sherlock Holmes

“And that was how a great scandal threatened to affect the kingdom of Bohemia, and how the best plans of Mr. Sherlock Holmes were beaten by a woman’s wit. He used to make merry over the cleverness of women, but I have not heard him do it of late. And when he speaks of Irene Adler, or when he refers to her photograph, it is always under the honourable title of the woman. “

5.  Foxface from the Hunger Games

6.  Molly Grue from The Last Unicorn

Molly: No, it can’t be. Can it be? Where have you been? Where have you been? Damn you! Where have you been?

Schmendrick: Don’t you talk to her that way!

Unicorn: I’m here now.

Molly: And where were you twenty years ago? Ten years ago? Where were you when I was new? When I was one of those innocent young maidens you always come to? How dare you! How dare you come to me now, when I am this!


Schmendrick: Can you really see her? Do you know what she is?

Molly: If you had been waiting to see a unicorn, as long as I have…

Schmendrick: She’s the last unicorn in the world.

Molly: It would be the last unicorn that came to Molly Grue. It’s all right, I forgive you.

7.  Grace Stewart (played by Nicole Kidman) from the movie ‘The Others’

8.  Ilisidi the Aji-Dowager from the Foreigner books by CJ Cherryh.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and folded his hands and stopped where he was, listening, waiting while a very sick woman tried to gather her faculties.

“First off, tell the dowager she’s a right damn bastard.”

It was no time for a translator to argue. Mitigation, however, was a reasonable tactic. “Aiji-ma, Sabin-aiji has heard our suspicions regarding Tamun and received assurances from me and Gin-aiji that we have not arranged a coup of our own. She addresses you with an untranslatable term sometimes meaning extreme disrepute, sometimes indicating respect for an opponent.”

Ilisidi’s mouth drew down in wicked satisfaction. “Return the compliment, paidhi.”

“Captain, she says you’re a right damn bastard, too.” 

9.  Jill Pole from the Narnia books 

“Damsel,“ said the Prince, bowing to her. "You are of a high courage, and therefore, I doubt not, you come of a noble blood in your own world.”
C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair

10.  Susan Sto Helit from Terry Pratchett’s Diskworld books.

“And then Jack chopped down what was the world’s last beanstalk, adding murder and ecological terrorism to the theft, enticement, and trespass charges already mentioned, and all the giant’s children didn’t have a daddy anymore. But he got away with it and lived happily ever after, without so much as a guilty twinge about what he had done…which proves that you can be excused for just about anything if you are a hero, because no one asks inconvenient questions.”

"Susan says, don’t get scared, get angry.”

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guess who made a collection of outfits of everyones favorite defense lawyer

thats right


but hey yeah i hope you enjoy them all!! i THINK i got all of his major outfits, and i threw in the shirt little baby nick wears in the class trial, because i felt this wouldnt be entirely complete without it.

also hey theres a few comments in the captions if anyone cares, too.

ooh, and sorry for the weird direction of the images and stuff - i didnt notice how id kinda done it backwards until the end, whoops.

Have I mentioned how very dearly I love my elf family?

Shianni is the literal best- I want an AU where she gets to run off and be a badass warden with Tabris.

edit: whoop- fixed her shoulders