i really do love you guys

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Trico is finally finished! My boyfriend and I took him to the park to take some pictures, it was so much fun. He was very fun to pose and looked really cute in the woods and on the beach. A little girl thought he was real and came up to pet him and mentioned many times how much she loved him

I learned so much working on him, I hope you guys love him as much as I do

Settle Down // Jack Maynard

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summary: where jack’s unsure if he can finally commit

word count: 1026

A/N: this is my first imagine on here sorry if it sucks bskdfj also sorry for third person the next one won’t be xx

dedicated to those whose writing i adore so much they inspired me to start my own blog x @buttercream-imagines, @cursivesugg, @buttercream-squad-imagines, @buttercream-squad-trash & @thatchermaynardimagines

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It was never easy for Jack to settle on just one girl.  It wasn’t in his nature. He thrived on the attention he received, he prided himself on always being the friend to pick up the most girls on the weekends. He was the infamous player; it was a reputation he didn’t think he would ever be able to shake. And he didn’t know if he wanted to. What was the fun in that?

But then there was her. There was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. All he knew was that she was absolutely alluring. Maybe it was the way her hair framed her face, and her constant efforts to tuck loose strands behind her ear. Maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t walk by a flower shop without remembering how enticing her scent was on the night they first met. Maybe it was that she was one of the few people who could genuinely make him laugh until his stomach hurt. Or that she was the last thing he caught himself thinking about before he fell asleep each night.

Worst of all, he knew exactly how she felt about him. Too many shots led to accidental shared secrets behind her slurred words last Friday night.  She couldn’t remember a thing that happened the next day, but her announcement was on repeat in his head.

“Jack,” she whined, cupping his face in her right hand, a drink in her left.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” He smiled.

She pursed her lips slightly before she continued.  “You know that you’re one of the only guys I’ve ever loved? I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.  I really do love you.”  

He took a deep breath before responding.  It wasn’t exactly what he was planning on hearing when he walked into the club that night.

“You don’t mean that, (Y/N), you’re drunk,” he answered, gently pushing her arm to her side, trying to reason with her.

“Yes I am, but yes I do,” she answered, giggling up at him. “I know it’s stupid of me to.”

In that moment, his heart stopped.  The contents of his drink almost spilled out from shock. He didn’t know what to do, or what to say.  He evaded the conversation by excusing himself to the bar.  He ran his fingers around the rim of the glass, trying desperately to process what (Y/N) had just confessed.  Her? In love with him? Sure she didn’t think Jack was good enough for her.

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For the next few days, Jack went back and forth with himself for hours.  He knew he had always felt the tiniest bit of something for her, but he had never come to full terms with it.  There were always new girls waking up in his bed, new numbers in his phone.  He didn’t have the time to think about his love for (Y/N).  Was it love?  Maybe it was.

To be honest, he was scared out of his mind. It was the first time in years that he was nervous about the potential of being with someone.  He hadn’t thought about having a girlfriend for what seemed like forever.  He was busy having too much fun to be caught up with the drama that comes with relationships. But he couldn’t forget what she told him.  Her words may have been slurred but the sincerity in her eyes was there. She was in love with him.

“Is she worth giving it all up for?”  Jack thought, sitting at his desk, distracting himself from getting any work done. What if it all went sour?  It would be time and a friendship that he could never get back.  He didn’t think he could make her happy.  At some point, he would be bound to to mess it up.  He was scared of ruining her.  It would kill him if he were ever the reason she was unhappy.

But what if it all worked out? It would be weekends out where he couldn’t play his usual games, he would only be allowed to dance with (Y/N).  It would be giving her all of his attention whether he liked it or not. He would finally have to put someone else before himself.

He knew he couldn’t sit in the same room with her and pretend he didn’t know how she felt.  Rather, he knew he couldn’t keep pretending that she wasn’t everything he had once described as someone he would want to end up with one day.  Her humor, her drive, her compassion for everyone around her. She was selfless, something he wasn’t.

All the times she had been the one to take care of him when he could hardly stand without ever asking for anything in return. When she was the one who remembered the smallest details about him that even his brother forgot. Or seeing how she interacted with his family when he introduced her for the first time. When he realized he was terrified of hearing her call any other guy hers.  

He imagined everything his friends would say if it actually happened.  The Jack Maynard settling down with just one girl? They’d never let him live it down.  It was a rarity he showed any bit of emotion, and he was about to do a complete 180.  

It was now or never.  If he didn’t stop sitting around contemplating what to do with his feelings, someone else would see how breathtaking she was before he could get the chance to tell her how he felt.

The hardest part was trying to put it all into words.  He must have typed, deleted, and retyped everything a thousand times.  Sentences turned to paragraphs and yet nothing was coming out just how he wanted. In this case, maybe less was more. Maybe he didn’t need a novel to say it in just the right way. His thumb grazed over the ‘send’ button, rereading it once more before gathering up enough courage to press it.

“(Y/N), I know you don’t remember telling me, but I love you too. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to realize.”

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GOTHAM IS BACK TO TAUNT US WITH THE RIDDLER AND THE COURT OF OWLS!

UGH…it’s finally here, and I’m super happy to share this with you guys! ^^
Take your time to watch these reviews and hope you look forward to more. Also, if there’s anything you think I can add to future reviews, let me know!

Also kudos to my beautiful filthy friend @will-grammer for first comment oh my god! X’D <3 I love you so much, thank you for being supportive!!

Honorable mentions and inspirations:
@mrgoldsdearie @colfernygma @millicentcordelia @riddlerbird @nygmaticreport @talkriddletome @endless-nygmobblepot @flygurl2sam @mymycorrhizae @bonnefoybaggins @selene-yoshi-chan

Your posts are amazing and I enjoy every single one. The whole fandom is inspiring really, seriously even though you don’t know it, because of this show, and you guys, It makes me love doing what I do everyday. It’s what keeps me going~ LOVE YOU

anonymous asked:

I love you. So much. The expressions you draw in your comics are so *great*, I love the emotions you allow them to convey! That face that Cas makes at the end of the comic where he says Satan's baby can wait 2 hours is SO CUTE. Thank you for drawing it, Aaaaaaaaa!

i’ve been getting a lot of really sweet messages about the way i draw expressions in the last couple of days!? I’M SO GLAD 

Anonymous said:

(re: your most recent comic) tears. actual tears. #iloveyou

i’m so glad you guys liked them ♥♥♥ my heart was really in it this week and i’m just so dang happy

Anonymous said:

I love your art so much!!

thank you!!

Anonymous said:

Do you have a giveaway going on or did I imagine it?

i do not! you’re probably seeing one that’s about a year old now, but people are still reblogging it (guessing this is because they haven’t checked the date on the original post)

looking back, i should’ve added the year to the original end date. apologies!

anonymous asked:

Do you guys have a spooning tag? If not, that should be a thing. I'd really love to be able to pull up some fics that revolve around spooning (like little spoon by bibliosexual) on lonely nights like this one. Also, love this blog sooooo much!!

We don’t have a tag but here’s a list of cuddling/spooning. Enjoy! On an unrelated note, I am available for cuddles anytime. Hit me up. - Anastasia

Originally posted by butterfliesonfire

little spoon by bibliosexual

(1/1 I 4,489 I Teen I Sterek)

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed. 

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feel at home with you by bestiarybabes

(1/1 I 1,429 I Not Rated I Sterek)

“Big spoon or little?”

Derek’s eyes go wide and he makes a noise that sounds like he’s dying. Stiles looks at him expectantly.

Little Spoon by pupsaac (heyitschoc)

(1/1 I 2,401 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Derek is a ginormous puppy and Stiles is sure of it; or the one where Stiles is dating the fearsome Alpha of their pack who turns out to be a total goofball when no one’s around.

And the Fork Ran Away with the Spoon by Comet260

(1/1 I 2,968 I General I Sterek)

Stiles gets stuck taking care of Derek while he recovers from the after effects of magically re-aging himself.

Liam Dunbar: Cuddlewolf Extraordinaire by TVTime

(7/7 I 9,228 I Teen I No Pairing)

A collection of short fluff pieces featuring Liam cuddling and being affectionate with various members of the pack.

What Scott doesn’t know… by godrics_quill22

(3/3 I 10,580 I Mature I Stisaac)

Isaac has a weakness for scents…whenever he catches a scent, he had to savor it.

Stiles has a beautiful scent..captivating and damaging in a good and bad way. It doesn’t help that he has a weakness for anything touching, brushing ….or *scenting" his neck.

So it all started with a friendly hug……until they felt no regrets.

Every Step You Take by Nokomis

(5/5 I 49,347 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.

I’m Helpless, She’s Satisfied (Alexander Hamilton x Angelica Schuyler)

Based off of THIS

Summary: We all know the story of Alex and Eliza, and how Angelica helped her sister to get her happily ever after. What would happen if Eliza noticed Angelica in love with Alex first?

Time-Period: Hamiltime

Warnings: A bit angsty, basically the feels you get during Satisfied

Words: 2323

A/N: Okay, I know this isn’t a character x character blog, but I was really inspired to write this. Like I LOVE Hamliza with all my heart, and it killed me to write this, but at the same time I really liked writing this. I hope you don’t mind me posting this, and if you do, oh well. (Haha) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this and look for more fics (reader inserts) this weekend. Have a fabulous day!! ♥

Tags: @ailee211 @alonelynoodle @fandomshaveconsumedme @harpytheharpseal (I hope you don’t mind I tagged you, after I looked at the comments it seemed like you were interested in a story for this, so I thought I’d share my work)

Afterthought: What do you guys think about Angelica’s reaction to the Reynold’s Pamphlet if Hamgelica was canon? Let me know!


When the Winter’s Ball was announced, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy Schuyler were all ecstatic over the idea. Due to the raging war, they had been confined to the rooms of their household most days, and the prospect of a ball lifted their spirts.

Once the night of the ball actually arrived, the Schuyler sisters walked into the room, arms linked. Almost immediately, soldiers came flocking to the trio begging for just one dance with three of the most eligible women in all of New York.

Angelica, being the oldest, was used to this kinda of treatment, but still accepted the dances being offered to her. She knew that as the oldest girl in a family with no sons, she would have to marry for money. With that in mind, Angelica was going to use every opportunity she could to have fun before she would be married off to a man who would try to oppress her the rest of her life.

Peggy, being the youngest, was still getting use to balls and having men wanting to dance with her left and right. Like Angelica, she enjoyed the attention and spent the night dancing from partner to partner, not able to wipe away the smile that graced her face.

Eliza, on the other hand, politely declined all the offers and stood off to the side. She knew there would be more opportunities to dance the night away and preferred to watch her sisters enjoy themselves. In all honesty, Eliza was tired of having dozens of men trip over themselves in her presence. She wanted to find a man that loved her for her, not her money. She wanted to find her happily ever after.

More and more dances passed and still Eliza passed up every offer to dance, much to disappointment of his sisters. Peggy was especially worried about Eliza and tried to stay by her sister’s side. However, Eliza wasn’t having any of it.

“Peggy, I’m fine.” she insisted. “Now please go enjoy yourselves, there are plenty of young men who wish to dance with you.” Eliza tried to reason.

“There same can be said for you, ‘Liza.” Peggy pouted and crossed her arms her chest.

Eliza shook her head and gave a small laugh. “Do not worry about me, Pegs. I promise I will find someone to dance with before the night ends.” she promised and sent Peggy back to the dance floor.

True to her word, Eliza did spot someone she wished to dance the night away. He walked in surrounded by three other soldiers. Eliza could tell, even from afar, that it was Alexander Hamilton, General Washington’s right hand man. She didn’t know much about him, but saw how handsome he was. It was clear Eliza needed to dance with this man.

Quickly, Eliza weaved through the crowd searching for Angelica. If there was anybody who could help her get rid of this feeling of helplessness and talk to Alexander, it would be Angelica. Perhaps she could introduce Alexander to Eliza.

Right as Eliza was about to call out for her sister, she stopped in her tracks. For once, Angelica was not being swept around the ballroom by a hopeful solider. Instead, she was on her own and staring off at something (or someone). She had this dazed look on her face with a small smile. She looked genuinely happy, which was something Eliza hadn’t seen on her older sister’s face in a long time. Eliza followed her sisters line of sight, when suddenly, she felt her heart stop.

Angelica was staring lovingly at Alexander Hamilton.

Eliza prayed that Angelica did not feel anything romantic towards Alex. Eliza prayed that it was just Angelica amused by the way he messed around with his friends. However, it was all in vain because even though Eliza was several feet away, she could still here Angelica whisper.

“Maybe with him I could be satisfied.”

At that statement, Eliza’s heart broke. It was such a simple statement, but it held so much meaning. All three of the Schuyler Sisters knew that since Angelica was the oldest, she would be married off to secure the Schuyler name. None of them liked the idea, so it was never brought up, but that didn’t stop Eliza from thinking about it.

She knew it wasn’t fair that Angelica wouldn’t marry for love, but for wealth. Every night, Eliza prayed that Angelica would find a man she truly loved and had wealth, so she could have the best of both worlds, but it was a long shot.

In that moment, Eliza made a decision. One that would change her life, change Alexander’s life, and most importantly, change Angelica’s life.

With that thought in mind, Eliza walked the final steps towards her sister. With a forced smile, Eliza rested her hand on Angelica’s shoulder and silently told her to wait right there. Eliza turned around and headed for the group of four rowdy soldiers.

Once they saw her coming, their antics ceased. Eliza smiled and curtsied to the group, but directing most of her efforts towards Alexander. He somehow understood this and in returned bowed slightly before kissing her hand. Quickly, he turned to his friends, gave them a look, and they left.

Alexander turned back to Eliza and gave her a smirk. “Good evening, Miss. I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you look like a woman who is quite helpless.”

Eliza’s joyful expression quickly turned to one of anger and offense. “I don’t know what you mean. You forget yourself!” she scoffed, clearly offended by his statement.

As soon as he said that, Alexander realized his mistake and quickly spoke again. “Forgive me, but I also can feel quite helpless sometimes. I hope I did not offend you.”

She smirked back at him. “Is that right?” She decided she would now introduce herself. “My name is Elizabeth Schuyler.”

“Alexander Hamilton.” he said back.

“Where’s your family from?” he may be General Washington’s right hand man, but she didn’t recognize the name Hamilton to be one of wealth.

For just a spilt second Alexander looked panicked, but quickly played it off. “Unimportant. There’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait.”

Eliza sighed as Alexander led her to the dance floor. Yes, she enjoyed her conversation with Alexander. It was different compared to the countless, dull conversations she had had with wealthy, potential suitors. However, Eliza had seen his spilt second hesitation when he was asked about his family.

He’s penniless and flying by the seat of his pants.

He twirled her around the room, and they moved in perfect sync. It was like they had been made for each other, but Eliza knew what she had to do. Once the dance had ended, Eliza started to pull Alexander off to the side of the ballroom where Angelica stood still waiting.

“Wait, where are you taking me?” Alexander asked as he halted movement.

Eliza rolled her eyes and simply responded, “Trust me, I am about to change your life.”

When Alex gave no more signs of struggle, Eliza sighed internally and finished the journey to Angelica. Eliza took notice of how she quickly worked to make herself look presentable; her sister really did have it bad. Finally, they reached their destination.

“Mr. Hamilton, this is Angelica Schuyler.” she introduced and took a step away form the man she had fallen in love with.

He looked taken aback and glanced back at Eliza. “Schuyler?”

“My sister.” she squeaked as she suppressed a sob. She had noticed how quickly he had taken to her, and rightfully too. Angelica was beautiful and she would be able to keep up with Alexander’s seemingly nonstop personality.

“Thank you for all your service.” Angelica curtsied and sent a sisterly look towards Eliza.

He bowed towards her just like he had done to Eliza and responded, “If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it.”

Normally, Angelica would scoff at remarks like this, but this time her knees almost went weak. Eliza noticed the look her sister gave her and quickly walked away, but not before she laid her hand on Alex’s shoulder and let it linger. One final touch.

As Eliza walked away she couldn’t help but look back at the two; she could feel the rest of her heart shatter into pieces. The two of them glowed in happiness as they talked and talked and talked.

“Maybe it was meant to be this way.” she thought, sadly.  

The night went on and Eliza painfully watched Alexander and Angelica sweep across the dance floor dance after dance. Angelica was practically glowing as she finally enjoyed spending time with a potential suitor.

Soon, the night ended and Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy were gossiping about their nights as they prepared for bed. Eliza sat, mindlessly running her brush through her hair.

“It was so wonderful.” Angelica gushed. “He’s not like other men, he doesn’t mind that I speak my mind or have opinions. In fact, he respects them and we actually match wits.” she said and sighed dramatically before flopping down on her bed.

Peggy smiled at her eldest sister with a naïve look. “I’m so happy for you, Angie, it sounds like true love! Do you think he’ll ask Papa for your hand?” she half whispered, half shouted, excitedly.

Eliza’s heart clenched at the questioned, but she softened as Angelica’s face dropped before she spoke. “I don’t think so, Peggy. We just met, it’s the middle of a war, and I’m sure tonight was just mindless flirting. Even if he did want to marry me, Papa would never allow it. Alexander is penniless, and I need to marry well for us as the oldest.” she pointed out sadly.

“Angelica, don’t say things like that.” Eliza scolded gently. “I saw the way Mr. Hamilton looked at you, and he is definitely in love.” she said and with each word her heart broke more and more. “I’m sure if he was to ask for your hand, Papa would see how much in love you are and bless the marriage.” Eliza reassured and joined her sister on the bed to give her a hug.


Two weeks later, Eliza stared down at a letter from Alexander with tears in her eyes. Alexander had written to her asking for advice on Angelica. He had asked her if it would be pointless to ask for Angelica’s hand in marriage due to the fact that Alexander had little to offer.

Eliza made the journey to her father’s study and entered. Instantly, she began to explain Alexander’s intentions and tried to get her father to see how in love Angelica was. As expected, her father was stern on his mind and refused to bless the marriage.

“He has nothing to offer this family, Angelica simply cannot marry him.” he said with a tone that suggested it was not open for discussion.

Eliza was persistent. “Father, please let Angelica marry Alexander, it would bring her such joy. You can marry me off for the sake of our family. I am only a year younger than Angelica, so it won’t be too troublesome.” Eliza pleaded.

Her father look shocked at his daughter’s statement. “Eliza, dear, you don’t have to do this for your sister. She knows how the world works. Her relationship is just an infatuation.”

“Yes, I do.” Eliza stated and held back the tears. Throughout their childhood, Angelica was always there for Eliza. Anytime she was frightened from nightmares, or anything for that matter, Angelica would rush to her side and comfort her better than their mother. Whenever Eliza was bored as a child, Angelica was there to make things more exciting. She even took the blame for Eliza a handful of times. There wasn’t anything in the world Angelica wouldn’t do for Eliza.

Time after time, Angelica had been there for Eliza, and this was how Eliza would repay her dearest, older sister.

Eventually, her father agreed and went about contacting potential suitors for his middle daughter. Eliza quickly wrote a letter to Alexander and vaguely told him he would be free to marry Angelica, leaving out the details of how that came to be.

Less than a week after persuading her father, herself and Peggy comforted Angelica as she waited with battered breath for Alexander to return from the closed doors. She knew he was asking for her hand, but did not know that the marriage would be blessed. She did not know the sacrifice Eliza had made for her, nor would she ever.

After what felt like an eternity, Alexander stepped out from their father’s office and looked at Angelica with the biggest smile on his face. In return, she covered her mouth in shock and tears began to pour down her face as Alexander dropped to one knee, holding out a beautiful ring.

“Yes, yes, yes! I do!” Angelica shouted happily and brought Alexander into a passionate kiss, throwing away all proprietary.

Peggy watched the scene and sighed happily for her older sister, and turned to Eliza, but she was nowhere to be found. Once Alexander had proposed, Eliza quickly made her way out and went to the privacy of her bedroom.

There, she let her tears fall. Tears of joy for her older sister, and the happiness that she now had, but also tears of grief. Greif for a love that would only exist in Eliza’s dreams. A love that would only exist in the middle of night when Eliza secretly dreamed of Alexander, who loved her sister. A love that could have existed if Eliza had been selfish and claimed Alexander.

However, as Eliza heard Angelica’s shouts of delight, she knew she had made the right decision. Angelica was getting her happily ever after. She was satisfied, and Eliza could deal with her feeling of helplessness for the sake of her sister.

anonymous asked:

how about the version where A&A (and Orodreth, apparently) are tight with C&C and are the only members of the second host to make the boat to losgar. "Fëanor and his folk seized all the ships and sailed east across the sea, and they took none of the other companies save Orodreth, Angrod, and Egnor, whom Celegorm and Curufin loved" (early version C&C are so rad)

I love this version cause it makes so much other stuff so weird:

  • What did A+A+O do at Losgar?? You’d think that would bear a mention.
  • C+C don’t…really interact with A+A again? Which, okay, see previous point. 
  • They DO interact with Orodreth, which makes them saving him from Tol Sirion all the more precious.
  • And the complete clusterfuck their relationship became in Nargothrond all the more horrible. Imagine banishing the guys that, rather than being those creepy jerks who came and fucked everything up, were in fact once your best friends in all the world before they usurped your throne and got your bruncle killed. 
  • …How pissed was Maedhros when he found out that they ditched his boyfriend but C+C got to bring three friends?

anonymous asked:

Hi there! This might be a little weird but saw your answer to an another ask about one of your characters. Said that a straight guy can be into feminine things. Like I thought i was just by myself in being really weird lol. I love doing make up(even done drag sometimes with a wig) and dancing but I still like women. But I also do manly stuff like training boxing. So I dunno... it's cool to know that someone created a character kinda like that. Some kind of weird validation you know lol. Thanks.

Hey nice!!!! I’m glad there’s someone out there who relates, I guess that means I met my goal!! I hope Peche can be inspiring to others as a guy who breaks norms by liking a lot of “girly” things.

first milestone !! seriously you guys have made this amazing. i’m super happy to have come back to this blog & been able to interact with so many inspiring writers & friends. thanks for your patience - i really wish i could put into words how truly happy i am. ♡ ♡ ♡

i thought about how i wanted to make this & decided on just a small bias list. the last thing i wanted to do is make anyone feel insecure, but i’ve known some of you outside of the community & you’ve truly brightened my life. others i’ve only had the pleasure of meeting, but thank you for loving my boy & making us both smile. then there’s those i have had interactions with & where we may not talk as much, seeing your responses gets me hyped & warms my heart so thank you.

@venuscode @spuriius @warhybris @scoiakrol @alshrike @untombed @tilvalhala @kradeth @niinjas @pretendcr @warprofit @hameya @nuitveuve @suollac @heavensworn @eyedad @kitaryu @tamashl @pistolbound @ppharaoh @yivohn @withhcnor @tallvhen @schmendriiick @fluerfanee @solavitae @mammaterasu @ccmmand @strikecommando76 

Voice Acting Question

Q: I am interested in voice acting as some of my friends have complimented my voice and like the vocation myself.

However, in between work and college, I don’t have much alone time due to my family. We only just now gave away our forever barking dog, which was a hindrance. But I still have a 6yr old brother who loves to blast Michael Jackson in the living room speakers.

Where can I find peace and quiet to even begin recording? Or is all hope lost until I start juggling 2 jobs and live alone??

A: I’m not sure how considerate your family is but if you’ve just got non-animals in the house it’s really a matter of telling them “hey I’m doing a noise-sensitive thing for 30 minutes can you guys please be quiet.”

adumdaedalus  asked:

I'm so glad I stumbled upon your blog a month ago, your art was amazing then and it only keeps getting better and more detailed! I was never really into shipping before, but there's just something really special about WT that I love. I hope you're doing good, stay strong ^_^ (also, happy birthday, even if a few days late xP)

Hey there! Sorry for the late reply! >.< I hope you guys know that even though I can’t reply right away (Rein Shield of IRL be blockin me), I always read your messages and keep them in mind~ ^^

Thanks for sticking with this blog when you found it~ It’s getting to a point where I wanna pulse bomb my older art..but I think that’s a good sign that improvement is progressing quickly~ And even if I would draw my older work differently now, I hope that the idea and the feeling in those pictures are still intact! ;u;

I’m so happy to hear that you’re interested in the dynamic between WidowTracer despite not being into shipping previously! On the outside, people might just see WT as flashy, spicy, sparkles (and that’s fine too if that’s your jam!) - but I have seen and do see a lot of possibilities about them! I hope that my drawings can push the perception of WT n a new direction - that’s one of my biggest motivations when I draw them. At the same time, I’m happy to celebrate classic perceptions of WT too~ ^^

Thank you for the bday wish! I’m older than Tracer but younger than Widow so I’m in the middle of WT’s ages hahaha~

anonymous asked:

im having a hard time getting my ideas on 'paper'. like in my head i have this great picture of how i want things to look then i get in game and start setting it up &doing more planning &i just lose interest or i cant get it to look the way i want it to. i know this is kind of a stupid, wide ranged question but do u have any tips for making what happens in your head to look that way in person? i noticed you said you took 3 years on desolate so i thought you might have some insight, thank you! <3

holy cow!!! So many asks!! Thank you guys, i really appreciate it! I hope you all are having a lovely day!!

So I have this problem all the time it’s almost like I ghost wrote this ask omg XD

I depends on what you’re going for!! I’ll give you a few little tips I’ve learned!!

Keep reading

to the vld fandom:

i don’t give a shit if you ship sheith if you ship shidge is you ship fucking coran and matt this blog belongs to someone who loves everyone. even tho i don’t ship shaladin doesn’t mean i don’t respect you because i really do. guys u aren’t pedophiles you just like to ship cartoon characters together and that’s pretty cool. ilu all whoever you are just wanted to let u know ilu

anonymous asked:

Where do you get your ideas from?

Usually, I write things I want to read myself…

For example, the Love Hotels&Instagram series started because I really wanted to read a fic where Yuuri introduces Victor to that concept, but couldn’t find one, so I wrote it.

Same went for Escort Me. Lots of stripper Yuuri fics, but I could not find any Yuuri-as-an-escort fics back then.

Bottoms Up was based on me getting my ass signed by a musician at a party. Laundry Day started because of a photo of a hot guy in a yellow thong…

Lots of little things. Sometimes, it’s chatting with friends or other writers, little head canons, personal experiences or stories that fit in well. A lot of “what ifs.”

Some develop enough to become fics, way more others don’t. Anything can be a story though

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Bill Nye saves the world?

Haven’t watched it. It seems kind of self congratulatory to me really. I didn’t grow up watching Bill Nye so I don’t have an ingrained childhood love of the guy.

That’s not to say the ideas being shared in it aren’t good, from what I’ve heard it’s very inclusive and educational, and it’s great to have such a mainstream face of “science” take on bigots who hide behind “biology.” I just personally don’t think I would get a lot out of the show and don’t plan on watching it.

anonymous asked:

Ok so I really love your art and you seem like an awesome person and omg just generally good job you fantastic person 👌👌👌❤️❤️❤️

This message literally gave me the confidence to do my eyeliner perfectly on the first try I shit you not I read this on mobile when I was doing my makeup and like looked at the mirror and conquered my own reflection… thank you anon, because I am gonna look SO intimidating at work tonight. May your crops be bountiful and your skin clear bby xoxo

Which wraps up Uncanny #168! Slow though I most certainly was, I did enjoy sharing my love with you. I hope you guys enjoyed as well. DO FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW

I’m not sure if I’ll continue in a linear path from here, or grab something at random, or … well much of ANYTHING really. So hey, if you have a thought, let me know that, too!

I’m going to take a break, and while I’d ideally cut through some more Asks tonight, it’s already quite late so I’m not sure how likely that is. I’ll make a big dent this weekend, though. 

I didn’t realize how many people hate Liam for the simple fact that there’s no white guys for them to romance and he’s “second best”. Like…do they hear themselves talk?? “Every white guy looks like shit but the others look fine” wtf seriously WTF. I love Liam. Everybody’s complaining that he’s boring, but he’s really not. Cora is more boring than he is, but even she’s interesting, so I don’t see why everybody hates Liam specifically. Unless, like I see so often, it’s about the “lack of white ppl” due to “those filthy SJWs”. Guys, you’re in another galaxy. There’s not many humans to begin with and all you can bitch about is that there aren’t enough white ones??? I’m done