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theseinsidejokes  asked:

Fran man, I'm sure you get asked this plenty - but what art supplies do you use? Big fan! Just ordered! Thanks for making cool things!

First off, I need to stress: use cheap materials! I think one of the most common procrastination-techniques among artists is to go in search of a new pen or ink or something when you’re feeling uninspired. It might be more productive to go read a book or newspaper or take a walk.

I keep my kit small and portable, so I don’t have to sit home. Here’s my favorite drawing tools:

Stillman & Birn Alpha Series sketchbook - they’re easy to find and the paper holds up to watercolor.

Homemade panel template - so I don’t sit there for twenty minutes trying to get my four square nice and even.

Windsor & Newton mini watercolor kit - Keeps things nice and simple!

Deleter Black 4 Waterproof Ink - Don’t get it on your clothes! Cheaper ink is fine, but this stuff lasts a while and doesn’t smudge.

Pentel .5 mechanical pencil - I’ve used the same one for every comic. Great for the initial sketch (and cheap!)

Pentel Clic Eraser - nice for erasing very specific things.

Little chunks of Prismacolor erasers - For bigger mistakes. When they break into pieces, they just get more precise.

Waterbrush pen - for watercoloring on the go

Pentel GFKP Brush Pen - my favorite. I washed out the old cartridge (they’re really expensive!) and I refilled it with Deleter waterproof ink using a syringe. Way cheaper, and I can use the ink I like.

Nib Pen and nibs - for lettering.

Folded paper towel - for blotting watercolors so they don’t get too dark or make a mess.

anonymous asked:

i always need more of that mendel + jason relationship in my life. so pure. maybe jason asking mendel for advice or mendel comforting jason?

(Send me prompts).

“Don’t freak out.” Jason prefaces, which is the sort of thing that someone says right before admitting something that warrants a good, long freaking out. Mendel lowers the newspaper that he had been halfway reading at the kitchen table, surprised to find Jason’s hands and clothes covered in red.

Mendel likes to pretend that he is quite calm and rational in matters of crisis or emergency.

“Oh my god, who died?” Mendel exclaims before - his voice morbidly perking up in a way that he will never admit aloud - he asks, “Was it the dog?”

Jason makes an exasperated face, one that Mendel has seen Trina wear more than once.

Jesus, that boy really is Trina’s son.

“No one died,” Jason says, but then he adds, “Not yet, anyway.”

Now, that flair for dramatics? That he got from Marvin.

His mind going on autopilot, Mendel rushes over to Jason, checking for any signs of a wound.

Jason rolls his eyes, annoyed at Mendel’s concern, “It’s not blood, okay? It’s paint.”

“Paint? Oh thank god.” Mendel sighs, relieved that he doesn’t have to drive anyone to the emergency room or (perhaps) bury a body.

He continues, once he gets his breathing back, “Wait, why are you covered in paint?”

Jason looks hesitant, as if afraid to get in trouble, “I might have - uh - started this art project for school.”

Mendel blinks, “Uh - okay?”

“And it kinda sorta got everywhere when I kinda sorta tripped on the paint bucket and it kinda sorta spilled everywhere.”

“Okay,” Mendel says slowly, “And where is ‘everywhere’ exactly?”

“…On Mom’s work papers in the den.”

For all his surprising maturity at only age ten, Jason looks like a small and helpless kid in that moment.

Jason continues anxiously, with watery eyes and flushed cheeks, “I tried to clean it up and it just got all over me and I made everything worse. She’s going to kill me.”

“Come on, Jason, she won’t kill you.”

Jason scoffs, his lilt voice choked, “Even worse - she’ll get that disappointed look in her eye - the one she always used on my dad all the time. And I don’t want her to see me as another one of her problems and - “

“Hey, hey, Buddy - it’s okay.” Mendel cuts him off soothingly, his heart breaking at the way Jason’s stony face crumbles, “We’ll clean it up, alright? She doesn’t get home for at least another hour.”

“You don’t get it. The papers are ruined.”

Mendel shrugs, “We’ll say that the dog did it.”

Jason lets out a surprised hiccup of a laugh, as if unable to help it.

“Don’t cry over spilled milk - or, paint, I guess.” Mendel says, giving the distraught boy an assuring smile, “Everything will be alright.”

Jason surges forward and hugs him, and his grip nearly throttles him and he gets wet red paint all over the front of his shirt, but Mendel doesn’t say a damn thing.


Meanwhile, Bartholomew dashes out of the house and finds Sage in a park. She was just harvesting wild mushrooms and is almost ready to go home.

Bartholomew: Sage! Something’s wrong with Bristol! You’ve got to do something!

Sage: Bartholomew? Hey, there. Well, this is inconvenient. I know you’re upset about something but I can’t understand you. I know it’s a stupid rule that only the familiar’s witch can understand the familiar without magical assistance. You know what? There’s a spell for this, I just need to go and make sure I remember it correct, and then I’ll be able to understand what you’re saying. Deal?

Bartholomew: Fine… Go look up that stupid spell… Meanwhile, I’ll try to get through to Terra and hope she can get some sense into her brother’s head.

ohwonder3  asked:

A terrible hurricane hit my country, It destroyed everything and a lot of areas are flooded. I have to leave my home and my daddy for who knows how long. I've been finding it hard to smile and to get into little space, I've spent so much time crying, I don't know what to do 😞

oh sweetie, i’m terribly sorry. *huge hugs to you* that must be so hard. please try to stay positive, we’re here for you if you need to talk or need anything. te queremos mucho, amor 💗 (we love you lots, love 💗)

-mod kayla

Goat Train's Commission Form!
Goat Commissions!

Hey all, I’m opening up for another round of commissions!  If you’re interested, please fill out this form.  I’d also ask that you read this blurb at the beginning of it, as that will likely address any questions you might have!  If there’s anything you’re curious about otherwise though, feel free to ask me!

Also as fair warning, I’m heading back home in a few days, so I won’t be starting any of these until I get back.  If you need some work done in a couple days, you might need to find someone else, sorry!

But yeah, I hope to hear from some of you soon!  Feel free to spread this post around a little bit too, if you know someone who needs some artwork done.

Sponge Bob, Ice and Soup - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Written For: Nic’s Sickie Challenge

Written For: 700 followers challenge @spn67-sister

Prompt: 8. I relate to Sponge Bob more than Patric.

Warnings: none really just a Reader with bronchitis

Jensen was at home on a break from filming, he’d come home just in time to find his wife Y/n sick. Y/n had gotten bronchitis, she had gone to the doctor and gotten an antibiotic and a cough medicine. “Hey baby girl how you feeling, you need anything” Jensen said, “still feel the same, can I have more of that Italian ice please” Y/n said. “Of course Y/n, I got a whole bunch of it, grape, cherry, strawberry or coconut pineapple” he said. “Pineapple coconut please” she said, “you got it baby, I’ll be right back” Jensen said.

Jensen went down to the kitchen and got her ice and brought it back up to her, “here you go baby” he said. “Thank you Jensen” she said, she took the bowl and turned her attention back to the tv. “I relate to Sponge Bob more than Patrick” Y/n said, “really, I can see that Patrick’s more like, I don’t know a four year old child” he said. “Yeah, he wears a swimsuit and lives on ice cream cones” she said, they spent the rest of the afternoon watching Sponge Bob.

After Y/n fallen asleep, Jensen dug the humidifier out of the hall closet and he took it apart to clean it. When he was done with that he started on dinner, Y/n hadn’t been eating much food. She’d been eating a lot of Italian ice, it was so cold it soothed her sore and irritated throat. Jensen wanted to make something he knew she would eat, so he called her mom and got her recipe for vegetable soup. It was Y/n’s favorite dish when she was sick, so he got all the ingredients for it. He put the soup together along with making croutons out of her favorite garlic bread.

Jensen went upstairs to their bedroom, “hey, you awake baby” he said, “yeah” she said, “good, I made us some dinner, vegetable soup and garlic bread croutons, you wanna try and a eat a little bit” he said. “Yeah, I am hungry and that sounds really good, but I don’t think I can walk downstairs” Y/n said. “Don’t you worry about that, I’ll carry you” he said, he helped her out of bed and lifted her up.

Jensen put her on her feet and helped her sit down scooting her in chair in, he had the table set already. Jensen poured the soup into the bowls, brought it to the table, he put her bowl down in front of her. He sat in the chair next to her, she put the croutons on her soup mixing them in. “This is really good, Jensen” she said, “good I’m glad you like it, you starting to feel better” he said. “I am starting to feel better, thanks for taking such good care of me, Jensen” Y/n said. “Anytime baby, now how about some Italian ice and Sponge Bob movie” Jensen said, “you know me so well, let’s do it” Y/n said.

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Things I Would Like to See in Future Seasons of Voltron

* Paladin’s backstory- I /need/ to see their families. Lance’s siblings, all of their homes, where they grew up (and the mystery of Keith’s family and home).
* One episode dedicated to the paladins’ families- a glimpse into how they are coping to the loss, the story from their perspectives. Do they go to the Garrison to find answers?
* More Coran/Allura history- more Altean history, the traditions of their people and planet.
* LGBTQ+ characters- I don’t mean Klance or any ship to do with the Paladins (but I wouldn’t complain), but I just want some characters who are openly LGBTQ+ and are strong characters.
* Hunk character development- in season three we got to see Lance and Keith develop deeper, but now it’s my sun’s time to shine. Pretty please.
* Allura badass fighting scene- I want to watch her wreck shit up. Let us see how she fights and how strong she is. That would be awesome.
* Lions development- more insight about the Lions. Do they have anymore abilities? Are they able to form into something other than Voltron?
* Communicate to Earth- surely with all that alien technology, the team would be able to create a way to contact Earth, or at least their families. Imagine the angst!!
* Beach or Rain- for my bby Lance. PLEASE. LET HIM BE HAPPY!!!
* Allura and Coran trying human food- and hardcore judging it.
* Pretty please
* Please
* And thank you

On the topic of humans being space oddities bc that’s kind of been my most recent obsession… what if curiosity is a uniquely human thing???

let’s say aliens are real and we meet them and they just do not for the life of them understand why we do half the shit we do because they don’t understand curiosity

Because come on like other alien posts here have said humans are fucking wild we literally build spaceships and rocket ourselves to other planets before we even have the proper technology to do so just because we’re curious to see if there’s life on other planets

When we get up there into space and meet the aliens I can just see them being all like “oh yeah we discovered space travel out of necessity… our planet was going to be absorbed by a nearby supernova so we had to get out of there. How did you humans get to space?”

“Oh… we just… wanted to?? Space seemed cool. We were curious.”

And the aliens are AGHAST because why the fuck would we launch ourselves into a dark endless void out of sheer curiosity rather than necessity??? Especially when life on earth isn’t imminently in danger (not yet anyway, but that’s another post). So many failed attempts and so many struggles – literally half of the scientific world telling us that space travel isn’t possible – and yet we go and do it anyway because we were curious??? Our world was fine we had no reason to leave we just *wanted* to and that’s such a foreign concept to our alien friends

Like imagine one day a crew compromised of a group of aliens and one human are exploring unknown terrain and they approach a very dark, foreboding cave. The crew really doesn’t need to go in it, so they plan on just passing by to avoid it, but the human stops them

“Wait hold on guys, I wanna see what’s in there. I’ll be right out,” human Lena says before plunging into darkness

And the aliens ARE FREAKING YHE FUCK OUT because why would their human do that???? Is she secretly dying and she needs to find the cure in the cave?! Is there some kind of hidden secret in there that needs to be discovered for the sake of humanity??? She’s putting her life in danger!!

And human Lena walks out completely unscathed to find the rest of her crew in a total frenzy


And human Lena just stares at them confused and says “oh no I was… just curious. Wanted to see if there was anything cool down there.”


“Yeah man, and it was totally worth it. Here, I found some neat glowing rocks, take one. Oh and also this little fuzzy thing here is my friend now. I found him down there and he reminded me of my dog back at home”

One alien promptly faints because he cannot control this fucking human who brings potentially dangerous animals with her to keep as a pet

Ahh ok but like what if that’s humanity’s “superpower” like our curiosity is the one thing that has kept us going for so long because it’s what spurs so many of our innovations and discoveries 

And eventually all alien crews catch on and all want a human on their crew not just for their ability to survive extreme weather conditions but also because their curiosity often helps the aliens make vital discoveries. All a human has to do is see something and think “gee I wonder what this does” or “if I combine this two things, what will happen?” and bam new amazing life-changing discovery

Of course it also leads to a lot of explosions and trips to the infirmary, but humans are resilient, so everyone is sure we’ll be fine

trump: does something dumb

someone: omg does this mean danger days is go-

me: [has already died, my soul ascending from this wretched plane]

This Girl Made Taylor Swift Costumes For Her Rescue Cats And It's Too Freaking Cute
My heart can't take this. :')
By Jemima Skelley

You guys my heart is overflowing…  2 weeks ago I lost my sweet kitty and I needed something to pull me out of my sadness.  I came up with this idea of making costumes for my foster kittens.  This is far and above what I ever thought would happen.  I just wanted @taylorswift to see and know that her music has been a part of my life since 2006.  I also, hoped that my foster babies would find a wonderful homes.  So… THANK YOU, THANK YOU AND THANK YOU.  Keep posting and bringing joy to the world with kittens and Taylor Swift.  Much love - Jessica

BTS snapping at their s/o accidentally


As you entered the door after a long day of work, you smiled as you saw the boys scattered about. It was finally a day where you could stay at the dorms with them, after their insanely hectic schedule. You could smell food coming from the kitchen, and you realized how hungry you actually were. 

“Hey y/n” rap mon said from the sofa, you waved, dropping your bag and walking over to the kitchen. You ruffled Jungkook’s hair on the way, and he huffed, attempting to fix it.. You crept into the kitchen, seeing Jin working at the stove. You smiled to yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hobi the food isn’t done” he said in frustration. you stifled a giggle, looking up at him.

“I’m gonna have to talk to Hobi about being touchy with my man now aren’t I?” you said. He smiled, quickly trying to face you, but his hand hit the scolding hot pan in the process.

“FUCK!” he yelled, jumping back, causing you to let go.

“shit baby let me help..” you said, reaching for his hand but he snatched it back, burning it once more.

“y/n.. get the fuck out of my face… you’ve helped enough” he growled. You felt yourself tense up. Jin never cursed at you. You looked over, and saw the six boys watching you with their mouths hanging open. Refusing to let yourself cry in front of them, you swiftly walked to the living room, grabbing your bag, and heading home. 

A few hours later, after feeling like absolute shit, you heard a knock at the door. Puffy eyed, you opened it and saw Jin standing there with a Tupperware container in his non bandaged hand, and flowers in the other. You leaned against the door frame, staring him down. 

“What?” you said, in an almost inaudible voice. He melted at the sight of you, almost not being able to let words out.

“I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.. and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.. I swear I won’t do it again..” he whispered.You chewed on your bottom lip, and saw tears weld in his eyes. You broke, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek.

“it’s okay.. come inside..” you whispered. He softly kissed you, accepting your invitation inside.

Originally posted by lavender-kills


You smiled, happy at yourself with what you had done. Yoongi was at practice, and you managed to clean his studio. It was a disaster with the upcoming comeback. You sorted all of his papers, filing them all onto his desk in folders. You made sure everyone’s lines was sorted, songs were sorted by track number and color coded. Took his trash out, dusted, swept, the whole nine yards. Organized cd’s, flash drives, everything. anything to make yoongi’s life easier. You knew the environment was becoming a lot for him. You just wanted to make him happy. You ordered take out, and waited for him to stumble into the door, because he was coming to work in the studio after dance. It was simply meant to be a time you two spent together. As you heard the door creak open, you watched as an already exhausted yoongi walked in. You watched as his face contoured into an expression you didn’t expect. He looked angry. Infuriated. 

“what did you do..” he said.

“I cleaned up for you…. I know you were complaining that you needed to clean up.. so I did it for you..” you said, in almost a whisper. 

“What.. did… you… do..” he said. You stood silent.

“I had everything placed specifically a certain way! What the hell would possess you to do this!!!” he yelled. You stood dumbfounded. 

“Yoongi i-im sorry I only wanted to help….” you said.

“just.. get out of here please. I have to sort this mess you made.” he spat. You rose silently, walking out of the building. You stood outside, feeling confused, and guilty. While you did that, yoongi realized what you had done, and felt guilty immediately. You had made it easier for him, leaving little post it notes on the computer, indicating what meant what, and what color was assigned to whom. He also saw the bag of take out, and sighed. He ran outside, hoping to catch you before you got too far. 

“y/n..” he said breathlessly. You turned around, seeing him crouched over trying to catch his breath.

“i’m sorry… come here..” he whispered, taking you in his arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just stressed.. I shouldn’t have come at you.. you were trying to help me.. I love you.. thank you.. lets go eat..” he whispered, softly kissing you. You followed, slightly confused, slightly happy. 

Originally posted by jeonbase

J Hope

You were frustrated. Hobi hadn’t been home in hours. This was a reoccurring thing. The comeback was slowly approaching, so he spent countless hours in the dance room. He was constantly out, leaving early, returning late. You genuinely missed him. He wasn’t only your boyfriend, but your best friend. You sat on the sofa, fighting sleep to see him at least once. Hour ticked by. 12 Am. 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM. He walked into the door at nearly 4 in the morning. You sat up, and he sighed, taking his shoes off. 

“Hi baby..” you said, making your way over to him. He took his jacket off, not uttering a word. It was the first time you’d seen him in a while. You just wanted to hug him. You took the jacket from him, placing it on the sofa, and wrapped your arms around him. He pushed you off, with glaring at you.

“Geez you’re so clingy. I just got here and I’m tired” he said. You were dumbfounded, but mostly hurt. 

:Well. Sorry for being clingy. I just missed my boyfriend, and wanted to fucking see him so I stood up till almost 4 in the morning to see him. Sorry that I fucking missed you.” you said, tears burning your eyes. You made your way to your room, laying in bed. He went to the shower, and you heard him cursing under his breath. Tears slowly trickled down your cheek as he crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. You sniffled, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just tired with the come back.. I didn’t mean it.. you know i love when you’re all over me…” he whispered in your ear. You remained silent. He softly kissed your shoulder and you melted against him. 

“I missed you too..” he whispered in your ear. 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Your boyfriend was always pranking you. Always. You decided to mess with him. You stored all of his tracks onto a USB, Triple checking to make sure it was all okay. You slipped it into your pocket, and deleted it from his computer. He walked in, sweetly kissing you and you toyed with your hands

“Joon.. I don’t know what I clicked.. but I accidentally deleted something off your laptop..” you whispered. He paled immediately. 

“not the tracks.. please tell me it wasn’t the tracks..” he whispered. You remained silent. He moved you to the side, seeing that they were gone.

“y/N WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled. You jumped, not expecting that.

“I worked for weeks on this shit! Why the fuck did you touch my shit! How could you do something so idiotic!” he yelled. His voice boomed in the enclosed room. You felt small suddenly, tossing him the flash drive.

“it’s on here.. It was a prank…” you whispered, walking out of the room nearly in tears. He sighed, following you out. You locked yourself in the bathroom trying to calm down. He could hear your hiccup sobs from the other side of the door.

“baby i’m sorry.. please come out..” he said. You made your way out, arms crossed, sniffling. 

“You yelled at me..” you whispered, near tears again. He took you in his arms, trying to calm you down.

“i”m sorry baby..” he says.

Originally posted by ksjknj


You were beyond excited. It was weeks of countless stress, studying and worry. You got your grades from your final exams. You passed! You literally ran to where your boyfriend was, in the dance hall working on dances for the comeback. You couldn’t contain your excitement.

“Jimin guess what!” you squealed.

“Not now” he mumbled.

“really quick baby I have great news!” You squealed. He glared at you, but you were still giddy and excited. 

“I said not now! I’m busy!” he yelled. You took a step back, trying to figure out who he was talking to. You shoved the paper in his chest, becoming angry like he was and walking out. When he would get home he would feel bad, seeing you on the sofa with your arms crossed, clearly upset. He crawled next to you, laying his head on your lap and not letting you push him off. 

“i’m sorry… I was rude.. Congratulations jagii.. you passed..” he said. You stared forward, ignoring him. He sat up, pulling you onto his lap, and placing his plump lips on yours, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist. You kissed back happily, and he smiled.

“Let’s go celebrate” he said, picking you up and taking you to the bedroom and you started dying. 

Originally posted by mvssmedia


As you dropped off the last bag, you felt satisfied. You and your boyfriend decided to donate to the less fortunate. You both donated a bunch of clothes, as well as some money to help those in need. You went home, and saw your home in a war zone.

“Where is it!!!!!” you heard your boyfriend yell. You tiptoed over shoes, and sweaters, careful not to step on anything.

“baby?” you asked, looking into your bedroom.

“I can’t find it!” he yelled

“my sweater! my favorite sweater!” he yelled. You sat there, completely and utterly confused. Then you realized that it must have been at the top of the donations pile. Tae had the habit of throwing things in random piles, so you assumed it was for donations.

“… it wasn’t the black one with the grey writing on the front was it..” you asked.

“yes! have you seen it?” he asked.

“baby.. don’t get mad.. I assumed it was donations… It was in the pile-” you started

“What the fuck y/n!” he yelled.

“it’s not my fault you throw your shit around!” you yelled back. You stormed off into the living room, cleaning up. After he calmed down, he pulled you close to him on the sofa.

:im sorry.. it was my fault.. it’s going to someone in need.. you still love me right?” he teased. You huffed, looking at him.

“Sadly.” you responded. He showered you with kisses, and you smiled, feeling 1000000x better.

Originally posted by bwipsul


You sat in the kitchen, working on an assignment when you heard the front door shut. Your favorite time of day. Your boyfriend, Jungkook was finally home. It was really busy for the both of you lately. School had started again, so you were constantly studying, and his comeback was slowly creeping up, so he was always at practice, and rarely home. You missed him, and rarely got to see him. You were only lucky this time because you were up late to finish something. You walked into the living room, and saw him elevating his leg.

“What happened?” you asked, softly kissing him. 

“I fell at practice.” he groaned. you tried fixing the pillow, but he moved away. You ignored it, walking to the kitchen and getting him an ice pack.

“my poor baby.. do you want something for the pain?” you asked. 

“I’m fine. You’re acting like my mom” he said. You frowned, trying to put the ice pack on his leg. He moved away once again.

“I said i”m fine!” he yelled. You looked at him, irritation taking over.

“You bust your ass, I’m not the one who hurt you. Stop acting like a dick” you said, throwing the ice pack at his chest. You stormed out, and he sighed. Your attitude was the craziest thing he had experienced, but it was his favorite thing about you. You didn’t take shit from anyone. He felt guilty immediately, letting his pride get the best of him when you were only trying to help. You shut your laptop, going to bed. He hopped over, laying next to you and pulling you onto his chest.

“You’re sexy when you’re mad” he teased.

“Do you want another bad leg?” you asked. He grinned, softly kissing you.

“I’m sorry.. you were trying to help.. thank you babyyyyy” he said gooffily, trying to kiss you up.

“Jungkook you need to watch yourself.” you said. He continued kissing on you, eventually making you give in. 

“I love you..” he whispered.

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more universe swap ideas:

Sidney and Geno are dating, but one day they have an argument. Maybe it’s over a dumb penalty one of them took, and Sidney is chewing Geno out for it, and that led to Geno accusing Sidney caring more about hockey than their relationship. Sidney is mad enough to be in tears (how could Geno ever think that of him?) as he storms off to their bedroom and slams the door shut, and Geno is still pissed so he sleeps on the couch.

Then Geno wakes up in a universe where not only does he still play for the Pens, he’s the captain. But Sidney is nowhere to be seen. In fact, no one’s ever heard of Sidney Crosby. He begins to panic.

“You just fuck with me now,” Geno says to Flower. Tanger and some of the rookies give him a nervous look. “No, really, where Sid. Not funny anymore.”

“We don’t know who that is, G,” Phil says. “Really.”

He’s about to have a panic attack when the Pens PR suddenly come up and ask if he’s ready to go deliver the season tickets. Geno, in a daze, lets him kind of guide him wherever, and soon he’s on his way, with the team and the Pens admin, to a little suburban house. 

Geno does not want to deliver tickets, but he knocks and he’s ready to kind of shove the tickets at them and leave. Then the door opens and–

“Oh my God,” Sidney says. He’s in jeans and a Malkin jersey, but it’s Sid, his Sidney, not missing or dead and oh God, he’s right here. “You’re Evgeni Malkin. You actually came.”

“Sid,” Geno whispers. 

He’s about to pull Sidney in for a kiss when a little boy peeks out from behind Sidney’s leg. “Dad, that’s Geno,” the boy says in wonder.

Geno watches, stunned, as Sidney picks up the boy and kisses his cheek. “This is my son,” Sidney says, smiling broadly. “Come in, come in–”

And Geno is led into this bizarro world where he meets Sidney’s fucking husband, the rest of the kids, Taylor, and Sidney’s parents, and he has to pretend that he isn’t losing it watching his boyfriend live a suburban life. Apparently, in this universe, Sidney had not played hockey after Shattuck. He went to university in Pittsburgh, married his college sweetheart (the football captain, to be exact. He’s handsome and tall and friendly, and it’s clear that he adores Sidney. Geno hates him immediately), has three kids with him who all adore the Penguins, and teaches at the local elementary school. And it’s breaking his heart watching Sidney live this perfect life, and knowing that he has no part in it.

anyways i want those angsty movie scenes where Geno keeps asking Sidney out on not-dates. It’s getting late, and Geno’s driving Sidney back home after yet another dinner.

“Sid, wait,” Geno says, as Sidney’s unbuckling his seat belt. Sidney looks at him in question. “Don’t go yet.”

“I still have some papers to grade–”

Geno covers Sidney’s hand with his, in one bold, sudden move. “Please don’t go.”

Sidney looks stunned, then pained. “Geno,” Sidney says softly. “Geno, I think I know what this is.”

“Sid, please–”

“I have a family,” Sidney says. “You’ve been–you’re an incredible hockey player–and–and a wonderful friend, I mean–you’re Evgeni Malkin–”

“I love you,” Geno says.

Sidney bristles. “I’m going home, Geno,” he says coldly. “Good night–”


“Let go–”

“I’m show–” Geno fumbles with his phone, which miraculously had all the photos from his world. Photos of his Sidney kissing his cheek, of them lazing around after workouts, Geno and Sidney’s happiest moments. 

He presses play on a random video, startling Sidney into freezing as in-video Sidney’s voice asks cheerily, “Geno, what should we do on your Cup day?” 

“You captain,” in-video Geno responds. “You decide.”

“But it’s your day,” in-video Sidney whines. “Really, we can do anything. I promise.”

“Okay. You be nice to me all day.”

“I’m always nice to you.”

“No nagging. More kisses.”

“I don’t nag!” in-video Sidney laughs, then kisses Geno’s nose. “I just want your day to be perfect.”

“Everyday perfect,” in-video Geno responds, stroking Sidney’s cheek, as the Sidney on the screen softens considerably. 

“How is this possible?” Sidney whispers, entranced by the video. “Wha–I don’t–”

“I told you,” Geno says tiredly. “I’m boyfriend in other world.”

One Year Later: Moving and Life Issues, and why the game was delayed.

Hey everyone. Today marks the anniversary of moving out on my own to California. And as many of you may notice, I haven’t been all too active since I left, save for the fan game and its trailers. And while the trailer was a big success, something has been haunting me for nearly a year now, and I have to address it if I want to get better and actually update more consistently again.

I had always stated it was just because I was focusing on the game, but its a bit more than that. And, well, I’m in a bad place once again for it. 

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After Dinner ; Tom Holland

WARNINGS: nsfw!, slight thigh riding, cunnilingus, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, almost all porn n’ u gonna need a ton of holy water after reading

summary: after an edgy dinner with the Holland family (consisting much of teasing), both Tom and you eventually come home in dire need of each other’s touch

A/N: this involves the cum-kink (generally the act of playing around with you and your partner’s cum) and if you find that repulsive then i suggest you do not read this okay

After a really long day of fine dining with the Holland family, the tension coming from both Tom and you had built up —almost as if it could already be sliced with a blade. It was as if the whole formal dinner consisted of Tom frequently teasing and tortuously brushing his hand over the inside of your thighs and intentionally at close quarters with your core. And for hours you had to searingly bite on your lower lip, stifling any proximate moans.

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Ariana Alphabet: Generous

Through BarkBox, on my Honeymoon Tour we had puppy trucks filled with pups in need of homes come to the venues in different cities. I paid for the adoption fees and sponsored their adoptions, so my fans and their families were able to rescue when they came to my show. All the pups I sponsored got homes! But if you’re not in a position to rescue, follow your local shelters on Facebook and Instagram and share the posts of the pups that are having trouble finding homes. I love my dogs and I love my fans as if they were family, so introducing the two and knowing that I helped some of my fans to have a new, unconditionally loving friend in their life makes me very happy. Making music, performing and acting are fun, but without using my voice, I’ll feel like I’m doing this for no reason.

the more i think about the bs finale the more i realize the tragedies underlying the happy endings, so as of today i’ve decided to be dumb and blind. im taking the easy way out lads. subtext does not exist. all is well (ノ◕‿◕)ノ*:・゚✧