i have no idea what am i doing

Artist:  りつ(真ん中) (Twitter)

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OKAY GUYS りつ(真ん中)SENT ME THIS EARLIER ON FEB. 1 AND I DIDN’T KNOW BC I RARELY EVER USE TWITTER AND ONLY CHECK IT TO ADMIRE ART FROM ARTISTS AND I SEE THIS–

JGHREKJGHKLJG SHE SENT THIS IMAGE LIKE 3 TIMES TO ME AND I FELT SO BAD NOT SEEING IT BC I WASN’T ONLINE BUT OH MY GOD BLESS HER SOUL THIS IS SO CUTE AND I’M SO OVERJOYED RN I WANT TO CRY SHE’S GREAT I LOVE HER SO MUCH OH MY LORD 

I EVEN CHECKED HER TWITTER LIKE ???? DID SHE SEND ME THIS DOODLE AS HER LATEST DRAWING AT THE TIME BUT??? SHE DIDN’T EVEN POST IT ON HER TWITTER SHE SENT IT TO ME ONLY AND I’M LIKE ??? WAIT REALLY I– I’M JUST??? G O O D B Y E I’M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW I LOVE HER ART AND COSPLAYS I CAN DIE HAPPILY RN 


HERE’S THE CONVO AND I JUST– GJREHGKRJGHKJLGHDGBJK SHE’S SO PRECIOUS I WANT TO CRY WHY IS SHE SO ADORABLE I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW THANKS 

I always message her whenever she draws Lest, like every single time and I felt like I was bothering her bc I kept repeatedly coming back asking for permission for every single doodle of Lest she did but no like??? SHE JUST– JGHREJKGHLSJKDGHLKJD

Sherlock’s favorite case. 

A Fan of What? Part 3

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Here it is, part three! I am really liking this series so far and I hope you all do to. As always, if you would like to be tagged in this series, send me an ask! I also have a forever tag list that you are more than welcome to join. 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,000-ish

Warnings: Fluff, Language

The song used in this fic is “Tougher Than the Rest” by Bruce Springsteen. 

Summary: Jensen uses his fame to get the girl, but she has no idea who he his. But he’s not giving up so easily.

Chapter Summary: Before your date with Jensen, you start researching him with your friends. 

To get caught up, here is the masterlist!

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

“So what’s the deal with this guy?” Your friend stopped pouring the glass of wine immediately and looked at you like you were born yesterday. Currently, the both of you were sitting on your couch in your apartment with YouTube videos queued up of Jensen and the rest of the cast of his show at their…conventions. “And why are we watching YouTube videos of him?”

“Because,” She hissed, glaring at you. “You need to see how charming he his and why you need to go on this date with him, Y/N!” You rolled your eyes and took a large gulp of the merlot, then leaned back into the couch and sighed. “Get ready, because your world is about to be rocked by Jensen Ackles.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you pray for me? I have such a hard relationship with my dad. He's always putting me down for no reason. Nothing I do is good enough for him..I go to university full time & work part time & help out with his business & been paying my own bills since I was 20 but apprearntly I have no idea what working is & he says all these bad things in front of others. It's humilating. I'm not perfect but I've done so much for myself & yet he still things I am worthless

I will definitely pray for you anon I know how you feel my dad was hard on me growing up and still kinda is today. Just know you are DOING GREAT! keep your head up ☝

// okay so i just wanted to throw the world’s biggest THANK YOU on the dash right now. 

the thing is, i feel like i’ve made some HUGE steps forward regarding my portrayal of wanda during the last couple of weeks? i finally focussed more on who i want her to be as a character   ( again, talking about my portrayal only here,  not about comic or mcu canon ) and how i want to write her. writing wise, i am so grateful that i have managed to surround myself with such talented and wonderful people who constantly keep inspiring me and help me develop her in whatever shape or form i like. i am so glad that you let me go wild sometimes and plot with me and listen to my sometimes INSANE ideas. i am just glad i have this safe space here where i get to do and write what ever i want to and get nothing but support in return ( the few toxic people occasionally popping up in my inbox always get deleted right away ).  a few months back, i was at a point where i considered deleting this blog- not because of anything that happened to me on here but mainly because my muse was just gone? and you just… you guys helped bringing her back to live and now I’ve been writing her for almost a year and feel so at home here. i love you guys. thank you so much for inspiring me the way you do !!!

( i considered throwing a bias list under this but the truth is: everyone on the dash is such a great inspiration one way or another, even if we don’t write and i just stalk your threads or aesthetics or musings. a bias list will eventually follow in an extra post. )


rant over.

So, I am 110% here for Dad!Kane. I am 110% NOT HERE for Octavia hate.

@shefollowedfires pointed out that Kane should’ve driven harder at the point of “I can’t have my people going rogue” and I absolutely agree. I think it’s right for Dad!Kane to berate Octavia for essentially being a wildcard. It’s hard to strategize when one of your team members keeps on going rogue, and it’s hard to convey leadership or strength when you literally have no idea what someone is going to do next. I’m less convinced that the choices Octavia made with regards to Grounder politics were outright bad ones. Like, what was Kane’s plan if that Ambassador ended up challenging Roan for the throne? What is the answer, or at least Kane’s answer, to Octavia’s question of, “would you have rather I killed Indra’s daughter?” 

Like, definitely Octavia needed a talking to, but I think the emphasis should’ve been on her “going rogue” rather the morality of her decision making. 

anonymous asked:

I'm stuck. I am so utterly stuck. I have an abusive girlfriend and an abusive mother. I live with my girlfriend and recently she's started hitting me and throwing things like drinking glasses and plates too. Then my mom started abusing me when she found out I was trans so two years ago.. I really have no idea what to do now. I'm afraid to leave my girlfriend because I'd have absolutely nowhere to go and I can't go stay w/ my mom either...

Okay so idk if you are on mobile but on the computer ask page I have a list of things I don’t have experience and physical abuse is one of them.

I really have no idea what to tell you other than I’m sorry that this is all happening and I really hope you find a way to get to safety. Please stay safe. I love you

oldmythos  asked:

Your are a fantastic artist and I am so glad you exist. THE WORLD NEEDS MORE PIDGE/LANCE (Pidgance? Plance? Pance?) THEY ARE TOO CUTE. THANK YOU FOR BEING THE CHANGE THE WORLD NEEDS. Also can I gush about your expressions for a second? They are too good.

OMG thank you! ^__^
Yeah I have no idea what their ship name is either (i call it Plance bc Pidgance sounds weird when I say it out loud but idk) 
Anyway this canoe needs all the contribution it can get so I will gladly do my part! XD

eeek thanks again!

anonymous asked:

WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN WITH THEY ARE COMING BACK TO ME WHY DO YOU KNOW THAT

THEY ARE COMING TO COPENHAGEN AGAIN ON 25TH AUGUST I AM SCREAMING AND SHAKING AND I HAVE MISSED THEM SO FUCKING MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA OMG HAAHAHKFJGLFDJGKFSÆJGOFIDJGFDLKJGLKFDJGKLDFJGKDJFGKDFJGLKFDJGJDFLKJGDFLGLDKFJGKDFJGÆLFJGLDF JSOMEONE COME HOLD ME IM SOBBING

Let’s Talk Headcanons: Sparkmates and Spark-binding

So lately I’ve been getting the urge to ramble about headcanons again, and there’s one I want to do, but to get to it I need to talk about this one, first. And “this one” happens to have to do with one of my favorite Transformers topics; unsurprisingly, it’s the spark. I find the idea of the Cybertronian spark to be utterly amazing and beautiful; ever since Beast Wars, a Transformer’s soul has been a tangible part of their body, synonymous with their heart, real and physical and able to be seen and touched. To me, that has endless potential… especially since that same continuity first coined the term “sparkmate” in Airazor’s bio, and confirmed in-series with Tigatron’s dialogue that showing another Cybertronian your spark was an act of intimacy. The romantic potential of the soul being physical has had me swooning for years now, so let’s share some of those thoughts!

…. but first, I’ll give any of you who are looking at my username and raising an eyebrow a moment to finish. Oh, yeah. I’m that dork.

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“I am open and excited about any possible idea, whether that’s a simple flash-forward narrative that we carry through the season, which I think we did to varying degrees of success in season 4.”

Stephen Amel*

varying degrees of success

varying degrees of success

varying degrees of success

Wings pt 6

Summary: Every Hero has a beginning, some are grand and some make their own.

Pairing: Tim Drake x OC

Notes: The end! I’m not sure what I am going to do next. I have a few ideas so I guess we shall see what sticks.

Lily belongs to @guns-n-lilies

Check the Tag Wings Fic for all chapters

@royslittleharper @guns-n-lilies @nightwing-rules

The four thousandth times the charm right? Faith asked herself as she stood in front of the bright dance studio.  Her hands in her pockets as she looked into the dance room where a few dancers were slowly starting to stretch and chat amongst themselves.

“I don’t mean to bother you but, are you going in?” Faith turned to see a few years older than her standing next to her. A light blue duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her dark brown hair pulled up in a soft bun.

Looking back into the room Faith felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach, “I… I…”

“You don’t have too.” the girl whispered. “Sometimes things aren’t meant to be anymore.”

“Like they don’t fit…”

The girl nodded in agreement, “Like a puzzle, sometimes those pieces aren’t meant to be… maybe…” she paused as if unsure she should say it or not turning to look at Faith. “There is something else that fits you better?”

Faith turned to meet the girl’s gaze the slender girl’s large brown eyes that seemed to look into Faith’s very soul. But not in like a creepy way, but in an, I understand" way.

“Maybe there is,” Faith whispered, “I… I think there is…” Turning she slowly started to leave.

“Well, good luck” the girl called after her, “I hope you find it.”

Faith turning smiling giving a small wave before dashing out.

——–

Tim found her a few hours later in the dance room at Wayne Manor. But she wasn’t dancing like normal.

No.

She was sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to her chest as she looked at herself in the reflection of the large mirrors bouncing a small ball on her reflection and back at herself.

“Hey…”

Her hazel eyes looked up meeting his in the mirror.

“Hey.”

“No auditions?”

“Yeah”

“I never got to ask, how did the last one go?” he asked sitting down next to her as she bounced her small ball back and forth. Back and forth.

“I didn’t go.”  Back and forth.

He already knew this, “You didn’t?”

“Nope, and I haven’t been going to practices either.”

“Oh?” He knew that too.

Sighing she let her small ball drop, slowly it started to roll away. Quickly Tim stopped it picking it up, his eyes never leaving Faith’s as she studied her own reflection.

“I just don’t know…” she mumbled tapping her sneaker on the wood floor, “it just isn’t the same anymore.”

“How isn’t it the same.”

She turned to look at him, “It doesn’t make me happy.”

“Well… what does?”

She shrugged, “Who knows… but I want to be happy. I like to be happy.”

“Well, I mean, You did have a lot happen this year it’s ok if you’re not happy all the time.”

She letting out a small moan she lay down, “But I want to be happy all the time.”

Tim looked down at her as she stared at the ceiling, “Faith, you can’t be happy all the time.”

“Why not?”

He laughed laying down next to her, “it’s called being human, with feelings.”

She turned to look at him, a small smile playing on her lips, “Guess so.”

They both sat there in silence for a while, both caught up in their own thoughts. Finally, Faith spoke.

“Hey Tim,”

“Yeah?”

“You’re a good friend.”

He studied her, unsure where that came from. Did she know? Did she suspect that he was the boy who had been following her? Making sure she was ok. The one who had given her the mask.

Did she know he was Robin?

———

Tim groaned as he slowly gained consciousness. The laughs of the Joker and Harley Quinn running in his ears as he looked around. This was bad like the Joker had a bat that he was about to beat him in bad.

Suddenly a very old and loud siren went off. It sounded like the screeching of a million dying horns.

The Joker let out a loud screamed clutching his ears as he tried to scream over the noise to get Harley to go turn it off.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tim saw Faith sneaking toward him. Slowly reaching out for the bat. It had rolled a few feet away when the green-haired villain had went to cover his ears. Snatching it Faith stood behind the clown.

The Joker turned and got a face of wood. While the loud blaring was still going on Tim could have sworn he heard something crack.  

As the clown prince of crime stumbled back his gloved hands clutching his face the sirens turned off. Faith stood face to face with the Joker who looked at her in slight shock. Blood dripping from his nose he took a step closer to her towering over the small girl who was clutching the wooden bat.

“Who are you?” he hissed

“Uhhhh… Faith glanced at the bat a nervous half-smile on her face, “Batman?” she asked shrugging slightly. Tim froze from where he was trying to squeeze his arms out of the ropes. Did she really just say that?

The Joke, like his captive, paused unsure of what to do, none of Batman’s little minions had that sense of… humor? Or maybe that awkward about it. She wasn’t even following up the line with an attack. Just awkwardly standing there half grinning at him. Also, the girl’s bright yellow beanie was slightly throwing him off. Didn’t all of the bat’s kids wear some form of black and maybe red?

Unfortunately for him, his train of thought gave Faith the upper hand. Faith wasn’t one to miss an upper hand.

Crack. The bat went flying up catching the Joker under the chin sending him flying back.

The sound of Harley squealing with horror could be heard.

Grabbing Robin’s hand, which was now free, Faith pulled him up, “let’s go.” She said before dodging Harley’s large mallet and landing two blows on the girl’s ribs and one on the knee before pushing Robin toward the door. They managed to dodge another strike but not before Harley had grabbed Faith’s bennie.

“Run, run” she kept saying as she pushed the taller boy toward the escape.

They almost collided into Batman and Nightwing.

For some reason, Faith felt the need to hide the bat behind her back.

“Hi…” she said a huge smile on her face.

“You’re coming with me,” Batman said taking her arm. “No more going out on your own.”

“My parents told me never to go in strangers cars.” she said as he pulled her toward his batmobile.

“Very funny. Get in”

And that was how Faith became a hero… Batman likes to think he took her under his wing and helped her focus but Faith knows the truth.

She chose this. This was what fit her. All the people around her who had helped her learn who she was after her whole life had changed. They were a huge part of this transformation but she knew in the end, it had been her.

She had been the one to stop that convenience store robber.

She had gotten the purse back from that snatcher.

She had been the one to stalk Robin that night and help him get away.

It had been all her. While she would always be grateful to Batman and everyone else who had helped her grow into who she was Faith would always stay true to herself. She would always stick up for the underdog and stay loyal to those who soon became her family.

Because she wasn’t Gotham’s vigilante or hero for justice.

She was their Guardian Angel.

Bonus:

“Wait! Your Catman!” Faith yelled in shock as she stood in front of her uncle in the batcave.

“How did you not know?” Tim stood there in shock as the brunette stood there, mouth agape. 

Next to him, Dick laughed, “Your sister figured it out the first week she stayed here.”

“Well, my sister is a genius who was in college before she was 14” Faith said crossing her arms over her chest, “Sorry if I’m not as smart.”

*breathes in*
GGGGGGGEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE IS SO ADORABLE LOOK AT MY LITTLE FLOOF MAYOR BEIN SO CUTE AND DORKY I AM SO HAPPY AND PLEASED AKABBSXKJZAKAJALNAL
*flops*
Thank you so much @lil-animal-crossing-lover for this adorable as HECK mayor art!!! I’m so happy I have no idea what to do with myself alsbskxhxjslsbsk!!!
YOU KEEP BEING YOU, BABE, so precious ;;3;;

A super-powered version of the FAHC is an awful, unstoppable thing. Powered humans are rare, sure, but not unheard of; the Fake’s aren’t the only group out there defying reality in broad daylight. What makes them so remarkable, so formidable and distressingly hard to combat, is the way they use those powers. The way each member has taken their gift and twisted it, pulled and torn and stretched it to unforeseen territory, used their powers in ways no one else has even dreamed. Ways most could only imagine in their worst nightmares.

Ryan might be the most obvious example, the clearest illustration of the perversion of abilities, power turned on its head and used against its intention. He’s inspired them all, one way or another, to push their powers to the limits, into shapes they don’t belong in, powerful and strange and noticeably tarnished. On anyone else Ryan’s gift would be one of healing, of hope and restoration, empathetic and inherently altruistic. Its not a power most would associate with a life of crime, outside perhaps a medic, definitely not one most would pick for a mercenary, for the infamously deadly Vagabond. Ryan though, he’s never been one to let a little thing like reason set him back, never felt constrained by expectation, and he wasn’t about to let his powers derail his goals. Ryan has taken the ability to heal and broken it down into stages, approached inexplicable magic like a scientist, methodically identifying how to extract the exact elements he was after. He has the power to heal, yes, but what can be healed may also decay, that which can be stitched back together may just as easily be disassembled; it is no more difficult to displace blood than it is to correctly route it. With a touch Ryan can stop hearts, can rend tissue and implode organs. He can push natural reactions into overdrive, can encourage minor ailments into unstoppable disease, convince various systems to shut down without exposure to extreme circumstance. The only limit is Ryan’s own bountiful creativity, and while it might not be what people expect from the Vagabond he wouldn’t swap his abilities for anything.

Jeremy can change his density at will. Becoming immensely dense has some obvious uses in their world; bullets literally bouncing off his skin and fists that can shatter bones with a single punch, but becoming unnaturally light has just as many applications. Jeremy can change his weight mid-jump to achieve inhuman distance, can fall from great heights without a parachute, can climb sheer walls and hold his entire body up on the tip of a finger. There is no weight Jeremy cannot lift, no wall or door that can keep him out, let alone cuffs or bars to contain him. If Jeremy does not want to move there is physically no way to make him, and if he sets his sights on destroying something little can be done to stop him.

Geoff can communicate telepathically. This comes in handy when getting a hold of his crew, so long as they are within his range he can speak to them comms or no, but they are not the only ones he can speak to. All it takes is some connection, long term emotional links allow for greater distance but as long as Geoff is looking at someone he can get into their mind. Can sneer at police officers, whisper threats to rivals, force unsuspecting strangers to have the most peculiar thoughts and terrify anyone who tries to stand in his way. While Geoff can only really scrape through the top level of someones mind, more emotion and direct thoughts than any deep secrets, it is no great difficulty to convince people that he sees a lot more. Let them feel him poking around, quote a few stray thoughts back at them and suddenly not only do his victims believe he sees all but they are much more likely to think loudly about the very things they hope he doesn’t notice. Geoff can push images as easily as word, useful when sharing a story but even more so as a form of torture; he can fill minds with his darkest thoughts, plague dreams with images from his nastiest nightmares, provide a personalised hell that is impossible to escape from.

Michael controls heat. It’s a power people tend to fear, think it synonymous with mastery over fire, imagine sparking fingers and raging infernos. Which, to be fair, isn’t wholly inaccurate, but is hardly the extent of Michael’s power. He can create fire sure, can raise the temperature to extremes in pinpointed locations to ignite a room, but he doesn’t need to. Michael can press heat straight into a body, can warm someone up or cook them from the inside out, can burn slowly or kill in an instant. His powers extend to objects too, he can melt metals, boil water, absorb and deflect heat, and set off explosives. While people don’t associate it with him the way the do fiery rage, what can go up can of course also go down. Michael can drop the temperature, can produce dangerous frost and sharp ice shards, freeze someone in water and induce frostbite with a simple touch. Michael is completely unbothered by extreme temperatures, can render himself undetectable on thermal imaging cameras and change the temperature of objects so suddenly they shatter. Even those who flee aren’t safe; careening into danger as roads are  suddenly coated in black ice or bubble and melt beneath flaming tires.

Ray can multiply himself, a series of duplicates capable of drawing fire and completing simple tasks. They were once mere mindless echoes of his actual self, near translucent and noticeably different if you looked closely enough, quickly giving birth to the term Ghost Ray when describing them. They didn’t stay that way though, Ray quietly practising and practising until they not only solidified but he could split his conciousness between them, could act as all bodies simultaneously and be in half a dozen places at once. It’s disconcerting, the way they all look real now. The way they all are Ray now, will fade away like they were never there when Ray lets them go, or when they die, but until then he can be in any and all of them at once. It bears thinking about, considering some die. Considering one stays. Considering the way Ray doesn’t like to talk about it, practises late at night and sends his selves off on private missions, laughs and deflects and fades away.

Jack can manipulate the wind; her jets are always boosted and her cars caught and righted before they can ever spin out, while any who pursue her find themselves shoved off the roads. She can deflect bullets, catch plummeting bodies and stir up various weather phenomena. As though this was not enough Jack’s power over the air allows her to create small vacuums, granting her the ability to suck oxygen from a room. To steal it right out of lungs, suffocating her opponents without lifting a finger to touch them. Alone she is more than dangerous, but Jack has always worked best with others. Her powers are particularly effective when combined with Michael or Jeremy; catching Jeremy up and hurling him like a canon ball and taking ice or flame and whirling them into deadly tornadoes. She can, just as effectively, force them all to calm down when things start getting out of hand; wind separating fights, extinguishing fires, airless pockets keeping anyone from storming away in a huff, and being sudden drenched by rain provides a wholly undignified end to any petty squabbles.

Gavin’s power is all about luck. It’s not the most exciting power at first glance; he can see probabilities, split-second calculations that manifest in inexplicable feelings, knowing just when to duck, when to take a detour, when to blow off a meeting and stay home instead. It’s not a power most people would associate with violent crime, rather imagine lotto winnings and effortless celebrity, but most people aren’t Gavin. It was simple intuition at first; shoot now, trust him, buy the ticket, check your phone. But Gavin, being Gavin, pressed for more. Worked out how to manipulate his own luck instead of relying on chance, concentrating on what he wants so his powers bend around him, gift evolving from simple suggestions into something else all together. When Gavin assures himself that all he needs in the world is to shoot his way out of a situation there is no way he will be unlucky enough have a gun run empty, when he needs to make a purchase he will never have the misfortune of running out of money, when he settles himself as the frontman of the FAHC none will be lucky enough to resist his charms. Now that he knows how to push, the limits of Gavin’s power are completely unknown – the least visibly impressive and yet the possibilities are as astounding as they are impossible. He needed a worthy crew, so he found one; they desired power, so they got it; it would be unlucky to die, so they don’t.