i like it so much * *


tag someone who will do the same to Haechan’s cheeks😂

everyone is posting their pieces for the beautiful inuyasha zine from last summer, so i guess it’s finally ok to post mine! i loved working on this so much and everyone did such a great job on their pieces… looking through my copy makes me feel so proud o(^∀^*)o

“I got an awful bad feelin’ about this…”

“Whatever it is Mister McCree, Orisa will protect us.”

a quick halloween terrifiant au picture to de-stress 


04.23.17 // wrote up 30 invitations to an upcoming orchestra concert and reviewed some korean notes to help prep for upcoming finals! :)

I can’t wait until I meet the woman who will be my wife.

I can’t wait to take her out on simple dates or just stay in and cuddle on the couch with her and watch movies until we fall asleep.

I can’t wait to let her lay her head in my lap and play with her hair, or to cook her whatever she wants to eat.

I can’t wait to just make her laugh, to hold her hand and just talk about everything and nothing with her. I can’t wait to just be with her.

I hope I meet her soon.

insanereddragon  asked:

I'm obsessed with the way you have Will and Hannibal interact. There is always this playful push-pull between them, whether it's fluff or angst or smut. And I love that about them. Even at it's darkest there is still that edge of everything being a game. And either of them could win at any moment, and as a reader I never know who is going to end up with the upper hand. (Even more so when Will apparently 'wins' but you just know that Hannibal is secretly pleased with the outcome.) <3 You're Fab!

꒰⌯͒•̩̩̩́ ᴗ •̩̩̩̀⌯͒꒱!!! Thank you! 

It took me a really, really long time to be able to write any dialogue whatsoever and then an extra really long time to write Hannibal and Will talking even just a little (they use a lot of metaphors and I have yet to capture any of that) so I’m super happy you like that aspect of my writing!

Please enjoy some s2 Will and Hannibal playing poker together.

The motel room was musty from the combination of the windows being caulked shut, the old heater which emitted a burnt scent trying to keep up with winter, and two grown men occupying a tight space.

It had been Hannibal’s suggestion to accompany Will to Colorado, to inspect a fresh murder scene and possibly apprehend the serial killer, despite how high a risk it was for him to spend any time at all with Will. But he had made the offer and had been surprised when Will had accepted it.

The thought of spending three days with Will to himself was too great a temptation and any suspicions he had he packed at the very bottom of his suitcase.

They sat at the small table, Will on one side and Hannibal on the other. Will had stripped himself of the armor he wore when surrounded by FBI agents and Jack Crawford. He sat in only his under shirt and boxers, legs kicked up on the extra chair. 

He was the picture of a man relaxed and comfortable with his company and a pleasing sight for Hannibal to witness, knowing he was one of very few who would ever see him like this.

Will pulled out a worn deck of cards from his messenger bag. He shuffled them and skillfully dealt the cards.

“Will we be making a monetary wager?” Hannibal said lightly, scanning over his cards and placing them face down. 

“Too boring. Plus, I didn’t bring that much cash with me.” Will thought for a moment. Hannibal spent that time admiring how the lighting, though dull from the two small brass lamps in the room, illuminated and curved around Will’s features, highlighting the curls around his ears in a very attractive manner. 

“How about,” Will looked at him from under his lashes, “whoever wins has to answer a question truthfully.”

“Are you insinuating I lie to you?”

“Maybe I’m the one lying to you and I want to come clean. Why, do you have a guilty conscious?” Will said with forced levity though the smile behind it was slight and real.

Hannibal was captivated. 

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Happy Birthday Pretty U and congrats on 700 days with Seventeen!

anonymous asked:


Honestly my reaction to this prompt was pretty much as follows:
*Reads prompt*
*Deep inhale*

That being said I don’t think any Bumbleby proposal could be better writing than the one in The Downward Spiral by @studiogible2016


Blake watched as Yang stood, clearing her throat and unfolding the crumpled piece of paper in her hands. “So I’ve never been one for speeches,” she began, “I almost improvised this, but my wonderful girlfriend convinced me to come prepared.” She paused to shoot a wink at Blake, who did her very best not to blush. “Anyways,” Yang took a deep breath. Blake couldn’t help but notice that her hands were shaking.

But when Yang spoke again, her voice was clear and strong.“We’ve all been through a lot. Everyone here has lost so much. We have had so many reasons to break down and give up. I…very nearly did.” At this, her metal hand curled into a fist and her eyes went dull. Then she shook her head and turned to look at Ruby, and her whole face lit up. “But Ruby–my beautiful, amazing baby sister–you didn’t! You fought, and you kept fighting even when nobody else would. You have always been the light of my life. I know if mom were here, she’d be proud.” Both sisters were crying now, and Blake realized that she was too. Yang looked positively radiant as she spoke, and with each word Blake found herself falling a little more in love. “And now you have someone else to share that light of yours with, and I could not be happier. I’m so glad you found Weiss and she found you. I hope… I hope you guys are happy. You deserve it. I love you, Rubes.” With a small sob, Ruby leapt from her chair to wrap Yang in a tight embrace. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

They eventually broke apart, and Yang made her way back to her seat by Blake, wiping at her red, puffy eyes.

Blake beamed, reaching out to take her hand. “Yang, that was beautiful.”

“R-really? I thought it might have been too sappy or something. Like I said–speeches aren’t really my thing.”

“No way.” Blake leaned in to plant a kiss on Yang’s forehead. “It was wonderful. You were wonderful.”

Yang smiled, looking over her shoulder at Ruby and Weiss, who were looking at one another like nobody else in the room was there. “Thanks. I just-look at them. They’re so grown-up and happy. I can’t– I think–” Yang’s voice broke and she let out a frustrated huff. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get so emotional.”

Blake reached up to wipe the tears off of Yang’s face. “It’s okay. Do you need some air?”

Yang nodded. “That would be nice.”

The two of them stood and slipped quietly out the doors and into the garden outside. Blake spotted a bench and led Yang over to it. For a while they sat in silence while Yang composed herself.

Even in the state she was in, Yang was the most beautiful thing Blake had ever laid eyes on. But it wasn’t her hair, or her stunning lilac eyes, or the golden dress that suited her perfectly that Blake saw. It was…it was Yang. Yang, who loved her sister more than anything in the world, Yang who took care of everyone before herself. Just…Yang.

“Will you marry me?” The words were out of Blake’s mouth before she knew what she was saying.

Yang stiffened, turning to stare at Blake. Blake stared back. What should she say? Should she take it back? Apologize? Wait?

“You–you want to get married?” Yang asked at last. Blake couldn’t read her expression, didn’t know if Yang wanted her answer to be yes or no.

And what did she want for herself? Marriage hadn’t been something she’d thought about or planned but… “Yes.” What she wanted was Yang, now and forever.

There was a long pause, and Blake thought the tension was going to kill her before Yang exclaimed “Yes! Oum, Yes, Blake I’ll marry you!”

Blake gave a cry of delight and pulled Yang into a deep, long kiss.

“Dammit, Blake.” Yang sniffed as they finally pulled apart. “You made me cry again.”

Blake just grinned. “I love you Yang.”
I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.

y’all: blue diamond is still grieving and wants to preserve pink diamond’s “possessions” (e.g., humans, the earth-made quartzes, and all the bubbled rose quartzes–actual LIVING BEINGS) out of sentimentality, so obviously garnet must have misrepresented blue diamond as an oppressive tyrant or lied about how cruel she is in “the answer”

…I cannot believe this is an actual idea floating out in this site and fandom.

1. who is Blue Diamond grieving for? hint: it’s not the billions of earthlings about to be destroyed–as far as she and Yellow Diamond know–by the cluster, the dozens of rose quartzes bubbled in retaliation for the Crystal Gem Rebellion, the desecrated, violated gems agonizingly forced together in the cluster experiments, the hundreds of both crystal and homeworld gems corrupted by the diamonds’ parting shot at the Crystal Gems at the end of the rebellion, or any of the hundreds or thousands of gems and humans destroyed or brutalized during, prior, or after the war for Earth. no. it’s Pink Diamond, another diamond. 

2. whose live even has the privilege to be considered “grievable?” the earthlings slated to be annihilated by the cluster? the generations of dispossessed humans, literally animalized, infantilized, and objectified in the human zoo until they forgot their cultures and homes? Ruby, who would have been murdered by Blue Diamond for fusing with Sapphire and would have accepted this willingly because she was made to believe that her own life didn’t matter? the gems forced together to create the cluster? the countless gems and humans who died in the war? no. only Pink Diamond’s life, and it’s only Pink Diamond’s so-called former “ownership” of the human zoo and the Earth–and, by extension, all the gems made and indigenous lifeforms living there–that motivates Blue Diamond to “preserve” them out of grief and sentimentality.


yes, even tyrants and dictators like the diamonds are multifaceted beings with the potential for love and grief. but guess what? their potential for SELECTIVE love and grief does not absolve them of the atrocities they’ve committed and continue to commit. in fact, Blue’s and Yellow’s capacity for (selective!) love and grief is all the more damning; in other words, it’s not that they’re incapable of them, but that they simply Do Not Care to put any effort into caring for other beings but themselves, diamonds. and when that disregard for others intersects with their absolute power over gemkind, it adds up to a whole lot of accountability for the atrocities they’ve committed and the kind of empire/society they preside over.

Blue Diamond demonstrably does not care about any of the beings she “preserves.” Garnet’s memory of Blue Diamond’s cruelty is just as true as Blue’s grief over Pink Diamond. she threatened to shatter Ruby in “The Answer”; she only chooses to preserve Greg–BY KIDNAPPING HIM AGAINST HIS WILL–because she’s surprised to find out that he too has the capacity for grief but, moreover, for EMPATHY, which she lacks but finds appealing in others because, obviously, it allows them to relate to her and her feelings and make her feel better; when she sees Sapphire in “That Will Be All,” she becomes cold, dangerous, and threatening again until Sapphire makes up an excuse and reminds Blue of her grief.

yet between Blue Diamond’s cruelty and capacity for love and grief the most significant is her cruelty, and it’s precisely because of the effect her cruelty has had on beings like Garnet, who she had nearly absolute power and control over. BLUE DIAMOND–AND YELLOW DIAMOND, AND PINK DIAMOND–HURT(S) PEOPLE, CONSTANTLY. the diamonds’ insular intimacy, love, and care for one another do not redeem them; it just makes their tyranny, oppression, and disregard for all other life all the more unforgivable.

look …… i know that connor murphy is a fictional character,, but i just ? miss him /// so much \