i know how is it


Sasha Velour’s drag race look book


“But seriously, what are you wearing.”

Still drawing some of these per requests, and this one may or may not have gotten out of hand. @okumurachild-satan, I’m so sorry your ask got turned into drarry, ack!

So I was rewatching The X files and I realized how much I wanted a superbat au of it. 

ast-rd-b612  asked:

Hey! I love ur art (LIKE I CAN SEE ALL MY FANDOMS) May I see some Lancelot?(Lance x Lotor)

Thank you so much !! C:

You know I am not really a Lancelot shipper… BUT I LOVE THEM. Like I love them as best bros. That Lotor is like the other dude Lance hangs out beside Hunk. Or that Lotor is always flirting with Lance and Lance is: “Noooooo”

So sorry.
But here you have them as best bros chilling and having sleep overs xD

Day 5 (Traditional || Unorthodox)

I can’t think of anything more unorthodox than suPERHERO BOYFRIENDS

5 hour painting, Photoshop.

So many boys and young men who are physically and sexually abused never come forward about it due to the stigma. Child abuse awareness month was in April, but this is something we should always be vigilant about.

just a little bit of your heart is all i want

Jake Peralta doesn’t like to snoop.

Okay, that’s a lie. He can’t help himself. Any sign of a secret threatening to be exposed, he needs to get to the bottom of it. According to him, it’s a natural human instinct. Everyone else thinks it’s just a Jake Peralta instinct. 

So when he glances down at the trash can next to the bathroom sink while brushing his teeth one night, a rectangular blue box takes over his eyesight. 

And - you guessed it - he can’t help himself.

He reaches down and picks it up, his eyes scanning the small print over and over. Then the panic sets in and the assumptions roll through his mind. He has two options right now - freak out and ask Amy if they need to start baby-proofing their apartment, or calmly ask her what the hell is going on.

He decides to go with the latter.

“Hey, babe?” he calls out, walking back into the bedroom with the box clutched in his hand.

“Yeah?” Amy’s sitting up against the headboard, a concentrated frown hiding behind her reading glasses, and today’s copy of the New York Times sprawled across her lap (she likes to do the Sudoku puzzles at night. Jake doesn’t question it anymore).

“Is there anything you need to tell me?” Jake asks, holding the box up in plain sight.

Amy glances up at him, then at the box. Then back at him, then back at the box, then back to her newspaper. “Nope,” she replies, a small grin appearing as she scribbles a bunch of numbers down on the page.

“You sure? Because this little guy right here is telling me something different.”

Amy rolls her eyes, taking off her glasses. “Jake-”

“Ames, if you were a murderer, you’d be terrible at it. I mean come on, you can’t even hide this evidence properly! You’re literally asking me to arrest you.”


“Wait, are you a murderer? Oh my god, have you been pretending to be a detective this entire time? Captain Holt would be so disappointed in you.”


“Actually you know what? That’s pretty good, faking being a police officer to cover up your crimes, maybe you can get extra points for sneaky behavior-“

“JAKE!” Amy yells. He stops rambling, finally, and stares at her.

“Did you actually look inside the box?” Amy asks. “Or did you just jump to conclusions as always?”

Jake frowns, looking down at the box again. He moves over to the bed, sitting on the edge, then shakes the box lightly. It rattles, indicating that there is indeed something inside that he probably should have investigated before. He reaches with his other hand to open the box, but stops and throws it to Amy.

“I don’t wanna touch it,” he explains with a shudder.

Amy lets out an exasperated sigh - bed time is never boring - before grabbing the box and pulling out the small white stick and holding it up. “It’s negative,” she says, pointing at the single pink line, “see?”

Jake squints at the object, feeling his body instantly relax when he sees one line instead of two. “Okay,” he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Negative. Okay. Cool cool cool.”

Amy gives him a tight-lipped smile, slipping the test back into the box. “Don’t worry, no tiny humans will be running around this place any time soon,” she reassures him, throwing the box into the small rubbish basket underneath the nightstand.

Jake smiles back but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He slips under the bed covers with a sigh, sliding into the warmth with an odd feeling gnawing at his heart. He still has a million questions about this insane little object that almost just had the ability to change his life. And Amy’s no moron. She can sense when something’s wrong with him.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” she asks, shifting closer to him.

“Why did you take the test in the first place?” Jake blurts out, surprising himself because he was pretty sure he’d said that in his head and not out loud.

Amy takes a deep breath and shrugs. “I…was late,” she admits, a light shade of crimson heating her cheeks.

“But you’re on birth control.”

“Yeah but it’s not always 100% effective, I wanted to be sure. And I didn’t think it was necessarily worth hiding because it wasn’t positive. No biggie, right?”

“Right,” Jake replies. A wave of relief washes over him and he relaxes. “Right, right, right. So, no kids yet?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, not yet,” Amy replies, linking her arm with his.

“But…one day?” he asks hopefully.

If there’s ever been a moment that’s melted Amy’s heart, it’s this one. She grabs his hand, linking her fingers with his gently. “One day for sure,” she promises, kissing him softly on the cheek and resting her chin on his shoulder.

“So just to be completely sure, you’re definitely not pregnant?”

“Well, I’m not late anymore, babe.”

“Oh, gross.”

Tiny Details from the Bday Video

Given that I’ve watched Gutten som ikke klarte å holde pusten under vann literally upwards of 30 times by now, I’ve noticed that there are a bunch of little details in a bunch of the clips that are easily overlooked but add that much more sweetness to the video when you see them, so I decided to compile a list of the tiny details I’ve seen in the video, feel free to add any I’ve missed!

-isak is wearing cleaning gloves and (for some reason) scrubbing out a flower mug at 0:27 (the same mug sana used?)

-the clip at 0:31 was definitely filmed the same day and time as the #iconic “before or after?” insta post


-even blows the first lil kiss at isak at 0:36

-they’re sharing the famous blue pillow at 0:40

-isak seriously, actually, legitimately kept up that godforsaken seductive woman poster above his bed despite having already gotten together with even by that point at 0:53

-the infamous toilet paper roll is….in front of the mirror….where the boys are fooling around….at 1:11….*insert side-eyes emoji bc come o n*

-isak’s wet hair at 1:20 is definitely an indication that that clip was filmed right after the shower “thing” even mentions in his text in s3 and anyone can fight me on this tbh

-this one is actually very obvious but i still feel the need to point it out and im sorry but isak is so so bad at drawing hearts someone please help him

its 5 in the morning have a really low quality jpeg of some 20yo giogio

Your Song Pt. 1 - F!Reader x Prompto

HOLY HELL IT IS FINALLY HERE. The start of something deliciously angsty and fluffy and eventually smutty. Inspired by a goofy little thing I cooked up last week because of Episode Prompto thirst. Here, we will follow Prompto on his journey for truth, and we’ll find out a little about ourselves along the way. Hope you guys enjoy! I really love this trope tbh. Tagging some loves that may enjoy @insomniascure@cupnoodle-queen@itshaejinju@themissimmortal@blindbae@the-lucian-archives@misssarahdoll@saphscribes@noxfreyas@louisvuittontrashbags@fluffysmutkitten@fieryfantasy@kerrtrashwrites​ 

In the nights leading up to Episode Prompto’s release, you find yourself wide awake—thoughts kaleidoscopic in color and vivacious in their animation, a thousand fish struggling to navigate the sea of your mind. They all grasp for some semblance of purpose, hold on to some hope that they’d one day be realized, but most are swallowed whole by the harshness of reality and the unforgiving monochrome tones of your everyday life. So many expectations have been placed on your time and your feelings that you yearn for an escape you can hardly make a reality. So, as your eyelids slide to a close much later in the evening than normally allowable, you whisk yourself away. A smile tickles the corners of your lips as you slip into the limbo that exists between dreams and reality, thinking of a world where, with a mere glance in your direction, your favorite flaxen haired gunslinger would become enamored.

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