i really need to make more of these

quicksilver-rain  asked:

So is the Corner Witch the only witch allowed at Elsewhere? Is there some kind of witch quota? Do they have to be Corner Witches, specifically? I ask because I may or may not be totally down with Elsewhere U, but I may or may not also a witch with more herbs and rocks than any one person really needs, and I don't want to step on anyone(thing?)'s toes. Maybe there's a part time attendance option?

Given that the student make-up of Elsewhere U isn’t too far outside of what it is for the average university, there’s a handful of witches in every year (although at Elsewhere U they’re perhaps more powerful, either bc of the proximity of the Elsewhere or simply the knowledge on offer). No quota!

The Cornerwitch (more a title than in individual) is an entity bound by choice to a place with iron in its bones. Acts as equal parts oracle (speaking to the city on behalf of others, and speaking for the city) and local magical pawnbroker (the Gentry avoid places built on iron, usually, but the Cornerwitch will be there in their place if you need to make a deal). Unlike the Gentry, they tend to deal almost exclusively in items of invented value; stories are what gives a thing power. Also unlike the Gentry, they tend to be precisely, brutally fair. They’re in-between creatures themselves, and balance is of utmost importance. Above all else it’s a mantle you take up out of love for a place and the people in it, and the place loves the cornerwitch back - no harm will ever come to a cornerwitch in their city.

What this means in Elsewhere U is that at any given time there’s two or three fledgeling cornerwitches arguing out behind the gym over whose turn it is to man the designated Witch Corner this week in case anyone comes with questions.


Some simple lockscreens I had in my file for ages.

I’m really sorry for being inactive but so much has been happenning in my life, I’ll make sure to post here more! Love of love for you guys, remeber to take good care of yourselves! <3

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (3)

[A/N: Last chapter for today! If you go to my page you’ll see that I’ve left a little question asking what you’d like to see in the following chapters! (I don’t want to spoil anything but the chapter after this one will have kind of Jughead POV scene or scenes)

I’m really enjoying writing this one but obviously I want you guys to enjoy it too and I want to write the kind of stuff that you want to see! I hope you enjoy this one guys! Also I love it when you guys leave comments, it really makes my day (read that as: I need constant validation to ensure that I am happy). 

Also see if you can find the Fall Out Boy lyrics in this chapter! (Hint: It’s not very subtle)]

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Rafael Barba / Peace Of Mind

Written for a friend I adore who certainly deserves some Rafi-Love, <3.

Originally posted by all-things-raul-esparza

Rafael was already surprised to come home to an empty condo. It wasn’t at all uncommon for him to be arriving home so late- to the contrary, it was much more odd that you had yet to make an appearance. Absently, he flipped on the lights, and discarded his briefcase atop the table in the entryway. Apparently he’d need to wait for you, which really wasn’t a bother in and of itself. A quick check to his cell phone confirmed- you must have been too busy to send him a text warning him of your lateness. That’s fine, though, as long as you came home at the end of the day was all that truly mattered to him.

However, it was another hour or two before you sauntered in, eyes still red from exhaustion and the tears you had wiped away in the Taxi. 

“Mi amor?” He didn’t move, appeared frozen in shock, and instead took time to drink in the sight of you. You were as lovely as ever, of course; but the way your shoulders slouched, the flush in your face- it was painfully obvious something was bothering you. Considering your occupation and the fact that you dealt with sick people led him to believe your woes may extend beyond a typical ‘rough’ work day. “You’re late, is everything alright?”

Well, that was a relatively simple question- but one without a quite so simple answer. Where should you begin; you debated while hanging up your jacket in the closet, while discarding your keys in the dish by his briefcase, while taking off your shoes and leaving them on the mat by the front door. Even as you tried to decide- your bottom lip trembled, causing him to bite onto his own.

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Stop sending me hate

I don’t want to block shippers. I really don’t. But you need to stop sending me hate.

1. I never “turned on my friends”. I said everyone works through things differently.

2. I was not making excuses for Sam. I said try to remember who he is aside from this.

Do we all want to me judged by our worst moment? Do we want to be called names and have our whole character questioned because someone doesn’t like one thing we did?

I said something because I saw the snark and humour starting to turn into something more cruel. That can happen easily, and without intent. And we aren’t like that. We don’t have to be like that.

So, anymore hate gets blocked.

redpensandhoodies  asked:

imagine.... they screaming and yelling and then one shuts the other and kiss the other like no tomorrow........ that'll probably kill me (i want it soo baddd) ahhhhhhh

ok I can 100% picture things going like this too… they’ve both been so passive for most of the season but things are starting to boil over (we saw it a little bit tonight and things are only going to get more chaotic from here) and honestly what these 2 need is a good fight because so many things have been left unsaid and that’s what’s keeping them stuck in this place they’re at now. they need to yell it out and then make out and then have a really long talk over breakfast in bed that oliver has made for her because you know he misses taking care of her so much 

anonymous asked:

I need to break up with my boyfriend. He treats me so badly. He calls me dumb, ignores me all day and doesn't even ask how I'm doing. He doesn't give a fuck but he still says he loves me? I'm so confused and I hate I I just want it to end but I don't know how. How do I know I'll be okay and how do I have the strength to move on it's so hard I can't do it :/

you know something my dude? you were the one who carried yourself out of the worst of the heartbreaks and the darkest points in your life, you were the one who let yourself experience the highest peaks of joy you’ve ever known, who picks yourself up off the ground when everything feels heavy, who bathes yourself and feeds yourself and knows yourself more than anyone else

you’ll be okay because you always have been, you always were, and you never really needed anyone ever at all to make you feel good. your existence is proof

let him go. cut him off. letting him coexist in your energy for even another second is unfair to you and everything you do for yourself to keep yourself happy

anonymous asked:

yams really fucking loves scented hand lotion. he will use at any given opportunity. oh your hands feel dry? SMELL THIS. oh you need something to make your hands more slippery? I'VE GOT SOME SCENTED LOTION FOR YA. hey you want to know where that amazing vanilla smell is coming from? SMELL MY HANDS. ~scorpio anon

honestly same i r e a l l y like scented hand lotion i have one that’s roses but the smell leaves after awhile :(

~mod ao

anonymous asked:

do you know why elemental-kiss decided that sororities are bad?? seems like a really quick 180, kind of suspicious

Because sororities are bad and she’s realized that the responsible thing to do is to put the fishes’ needs and health first? There’s nothing suspicious about it.

I applaud every responsible owner that breaks down their sorority before more unnecessary harm or loss of life occurs. I’ve seen two or three people do that recently, which personally makes me very happy. I do hate that for every one sorority broken down, two more seems to pop up in their place, though. It’s a never-ending battle.

anonymous asked:

Could I please have some motivation? Thanks

((No matter what is keeping you from feeling like you can do whatever it is you need to, that feeling will pass. It might be soon or it might take a long time, but it will pass eventually. 

In the meantime, I find it helpful to picture someone I admire, real or fictional, and try to imagine what they would do in the same situation. I put on some fun music, make sure I have some water, and do one thing. Doing one thing - reading one page, washing one dish, picking up one shirt, doing one sit-up - can really make you feel better, and it’s one thing more than you would have done before. Something is always better than nothing, and often it’s just getting started that’s the hardest part of whatever you’re putting off. If you tell yourself you’re only going to do one thing and see how you feel after that, it’s usually a lot easier to convince yourself to start whatever it is you need to.

Good luck, and try not to push yourself too hard <3))

calciite answered your question “ok, i am thinking of making su redesigns today. who should i go for…”

how abt blue diamond? :00

good suggestion, thank you! i forgot i commented on her design earlier. this isnt 100% bc i tend to draw instinctively but this is more what i would enjoy from this character (which would also need to be changed presentation-wise)

i think her grief and sadness over pink diamond’s death shouldve been saved for a later, more built up review. starting a character off immediately sympathising her when it’s already establish this is a dictator and an enemy doesnt really come off v well to me.

i muted her colours a lot, bc i enjoy the idea of BD being washed out and miserable and that translating into her design. her eyes are smaller and i tried to make her face shape a little more distinct. i also imagine her hair being really flowly, and doing the ghibli thing when she’s angry bc how sick and awesome and intimidating would that be man…

Ok I need to talk about how much Alec has opened up this season!

I’m not talking about towards Magnus, because he absolutely had and that’s wonderful, but just with his expression of emotion in general. He used to be so closed off, and so regimented, carefully in control of his emotions, and the only time we ever really saw him smile was around Magnus, but now - putting aside the Jocelyn guilt - he’s smiling and pulling faces at Max and all sorts of things!

There’s so much expression in his face lately, even sometimes when it’s pain, and I love it so much! You can see a little of Matt bleeding into Alec this season with the face he pulls at Max when Maryse is being a bitch, or when Max mentions his warlock boyfriend, or even in the “SHUT UP” face he pulls at Izzy when she mentions Jessica Hawkblue or that look he gives Iris when she asks if he’s Clary’s boyfriend, like he is saying so much without saying anything this season, he’s loosened up so much now, and he’s able to have these kind of wordless reactions - and you can see so much of Matt in them too, which is adorable! - and its just so cute!

It gives Alec this extra bit of lightness and comedy, because he isn’t one for talking much, so when I see these little looks - that may or may not be improvised sometimes, I have no idea! - it just makes me smile and giggle like an idiot because it’s another adorable quirk Alec has that we get to see now that he’s opened up, and it’s the just cutest thing!!

drawn-to-space  asked:

For another input on the matter, but more serious: This type of thing is reccurent for me. like, my family is filled with very affectionate people constantly checking up on me because... y'know... and it can be draining sometimes! so i DO have times that i just need some space and tell them to leave me alone, which is not often. they probably felt the same was as Sans did but, dissapearing kinda makes things worse... it makes YOU feel like the bad guy, even though no one is really at fault :/

Yep, exactly. And it wasn’t like Papyrus screamed at him to gtfo, he politely asked to be left alone for a bit. Normal thing. No reason for Sans to react badly.


anonymous asked:

most people i've seen are saying lance should be leader because he's less reckless than keith (examples such as: he formed the plan to distract the sentries instead of rushing head on and he's a sniper- meaning he has to have patience). personally i think he /could/ be a good leader, but it would take maybe a bit more time to make him one than keith, despite his recklessness.

ohhh, okay i see–yeah, i was really confused bc i have seen posts where ppl have said they want lance to be the leader but i found no reasons so haha;;;

i could see him but i feel like he’ll need more development if he’s going to be leader

shiro chose keith not bc he’s playing “favorites”, it’s bc shiro trusts keith the most and he’s willing to give up his position as leader to his right hand man

Natasha/Wanda, Proof

for @shrimp-boat

10. Proof

“You want proof?” Natasha asked, reaching for her hands and pressing them back against the wall behind her.  

Wanda nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek.  “Yes.  I want proof, Natasha.  Because I don’t believe you.”  

“Why not?  Do you really think I’d lie about something like this?  About being attracted to you?”  

Wanda didn’t answer, just jerked her chin slightly.  

Natasha pressed her lips firmly to hers.  “There…do you believe me now?”  She kissed her again, the sweet slide of her lips almost making Wanda cry out.  “How about now?”  

Wanda smirked.  “I might need a little more convincing…”

Get your shit together

I get multiple messages in my inbox everyday and I really need to address things that piss me off.

One- I am not on tumblr to chat, i am on here to cum, so sending me “hi” or “hey” in my inbox is a big waste of both of our times because I don’t care to make small talk. Either give me a paragraph of what you’re going to do to me, or don’t bother.

Two- if you send me a message and I don’t reply, there’s no sense in leaving me 4 more identical messages, clearly I don’t want to fucking talk.

I don’t care if I sound like a bitch, I’m not here to entertain you, I’m here for me.

anonymous asked:

What's going on with Sam and Cait that makes you sad? Have I missed something?

Like I said in my tags, I don’t really know. It’s a whole thing between shippers and antis that has to do with Sam going to some wedding in Georgia. Honestly, I have no idea what is going on. I just follow a couple blogs that are being affected and it makes me sad because they’re sad. Plus, even though I don’t really like shipping real people together, I see a lot of potential for a relationship between the two of them. 

As much as I would like for them to get together, and as much as I love them both, I really don’t have any desire to get involved in any of it. I’m perfectly fine sitting on the outskirts and observing.

If you need more info, I’m sure if you search the Sam x Cait tag you’ll find more info than I can give you.

Both my nephews are in preschool now so my mom no longer has anyone to babysit all day long. She’s upset that my sister got her tubes tied and so now she has been texting my dad saying that he “needs to talk to me because I can’t just have two grandkids!” and my dad said, “don’t hold your breath, maybe she’ll adopt.” And today she texted me saying that my sister won’t “give her” any more grandchildren.

I know that she’s half just being silly but it’s really starting to piss me off. Grandkids aren’t for us to “give” and we do not owe you kids to make you happy. And I don’t want to pass my illnesses down to anyone nor do I want to put my already fragile body through pregnancy. Also wtf like with who am I gonna have a baby? With what money? Wtf. I’m sick of hearing it from family. I know my dad would love to be a grandpa but he doesn’t bug me about it.

Still Beating

Reaction to 3x13. The scene that Caitlin and Cisco deserved. Probably more melodramatic than it needed to be. Discussion of depression and borderline suicidal thoughts. 

Ever since they had returned from Earth-2, Cisco had been… off. Caitlin couldn’t put her finger on it, but she knew him so well that she almost automatically recognized when something was wrong with him. It was like going in your bedroom after someone moved all the furniture an inch- she couldn’t pinpoint it, but it was all wrong. He barely stayed in the same room as her- if she walked into the cortex, he suddenly had to go get something from his workshop. If she confronted him in his workshop, he had to go talk to Barry in the speed lab. He was also uncharacteristically quiet, and he hadn’t smiled or cracked a single joke since their return. She left it alone at first- he needed emotional recovery time after their whirlwind, multi-dimensional rescue mission, she reasoned. The elephant in her mind nagged at her- how Cisco had so readily volunteered to sacrifice himself- but if something was wrong, he would tell her. He needed his space, she figured, so she gave it to him.

In retrospect, that was about the worst choice she could have made, she realized as she stood in the doorway of Cisco’s workshop, watching him flit around his tool bench like a drunk bumblebee. He had his headphones on, blaring so loudly that she could hear the faint, nasal buzz of the electric guitar on whatever he was listening to, completely oblivious to her presence. She had been thinking about how to comfort herself. She liked to be left alone after emotionally taxing events; Cisco liked, no, needed to be comforted. Which meant that whatever issue had been causing his off behavior had been festering for the last few days. 

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