i think she's my spirit animal

YouTuber playing Life is Strange, talking about Chloe Price

“To have friends like that, better not have them”

I strongly disagree…

…and I’ll explain why.

As a person who has had a lot of different friends, I find in Chloe a friend who I always wanted to have.

Chloe is a person with a difficult character. She is angry because she lost her father and her girlfriend. She feels lonely and she always tries to blame someone else when something doesn’t work out for her (this means that she is proud but insecure). She has her rage on, we all know it and maybe some of you hate that about her (I can’t include myself because I’d be hypocrite as I have my rage on too).


She will do whatever needs to be done for a friend.

Can’t we all agree that’s the most important thing when we have a friend?

Chloe owed a lot of money to Frank because she wanted to go away with Rachel, just in case “she showed up”.

Chloe tried to get money from Nathan because she wanted to go away with Rachel, just in case “she showed up”.

Chloe wanted to sacrifice herself for the town she hated. Moreover, she would sacrifice herself for Max, for her friend. She actually dies trying to find Rachel. She blames herself for not saving Max in the Dark Room. 

Now we can say that Chloe is not a selfish person. First reason to want her as a friend.

She is crazy

I love crazy and careless people. I love people who just don’t give a fuck about other’s opinion. Because they are the BEST people ever. They won’t listen to gossip about you, they won’t care about your hair, your clothes, your shoes… 

I love crazy people because they want to have fun and enjoy their life. I always say that Chloe is my spirit animal because I’d love to be so careless. I’d be happier for sure. Maybe, if I had a friend like her I would be happier because she’d try to do crazy things with me.

Midnight swim? Why the fuck not? I’m in. 

She is kind

I won’t say anything about this. Just see:

She is brave

Not everyone would defend you like Chloe defends Max. That’s something to think about.

I would write more and more about why I’d love having a friend like Chloe. But I think this is enough.

Keep calm and save Chloe Price

Stranger Things 2

I LOVED IT SOOO MUCH! The development of the characters really made it more interesting. Steve started off as pretty much an arsehole, but he grew to be more selfless and he protected the kids from the demo-dogs and Billy (which only made me love him more).

Emo Mike was a little bit annoying because it wasn’t MIKE, he was cut off and angsty to his friends and was kinda mean to Max.

I loved Max’s introduction too, she was badass at video games and skateboarding and she was just awesome and also protective of her friends.

ELEVEN (or Jane) WAS BADASS THIS SEASON!! I loved her new look, it made her a bit more intimidating and Millie portrayed her perfectly. The Hopper and Eleven pairing was just adorable, the father-daughter relationship was nice to watch and since Hopper lost his daughter, he took in Eleven and I think he was just so protective of her.

LET ME TAKE A MINUTE TO GRIEVE. RIP BOB NEWBY , SUPERHERO. But also, he was too nice for his own good. He turned to say hi to Joyce and took his eyes off the door and he didn’t run which was kinda stupid but don’t get me wrong, I love Bob.

LEMME TAKE ANOTHER MINUTE TO DISCUSS DUSTIN AND STEVE! The pairing of those two was unexpected but FANTASTIC. Especially when Steve dropped off Dustin at the Snow Ball, and he gave him advice and his hair was adorable.


Jonathan and Nancy getting together was a bit predictable. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the pairing and the way they were brought together by Murray was just hilarious! I ship them but, I do think there needs to be a little bit of a (non-violent and not angry) confrontation between Steve and Jonathan. Of course Steve still cares for Nancy and she cares for him but not in the same way.

SOMEBODY HAS TO AGREE WITH ME THAT JOPPER SHOULD HAPPEN! I loved Joyce and Hopper together outside of the Snow Ball, but Joyce shouldn’t jump right into something with Hopper. She’s still grieving Bob and I think she won’t be getting into anything for a while.


Dustin being rejected just broke my heart because Dustin is a smol bean and should be protected. THEN HERO-NANCY SWOOPS IN AND SAVES THE DAY! I feel like I should just download her pep-talk and listen to it because I have the same troubles as Dustin lol.

Billy being abused doesn’t justify his actions. Just putting it out there that I don’t like Billy. I like Dacre Montgomery but I really dislike Billy.


I kind of just ranted lol.

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Life is Strange ~ Headcannons #1

Thought I’d share some semi-finished sketches about some Life is Strange headcanons I have. Some of us probably share the same ones out there!

- Nathan wears contacts, and when he’s in his downtime, with his messy fluff of hair, he wears his glasses. Only a few people know he wears them. One of which is Victoria. He gets pissy if anyone sees him wearing them, even her. And Victoria, being the smart ass she can be, took a candid photo of him. >.>’‘

- Chloe has a naval piercing! Either that or she gets one after Max and her spend their lives together forever on the road after the Arcadia Bay incident. Of course, it’s a blue butterfly design because I’m cliche like that.¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Victoria is a major closet weeb. When she was younger with longer hair, she loved to watch Sailor Moon. Her childhood favorite scout? Venus, of course. To this day she has a replica of Minako’s Star Power transformation pen. And of course she cosplayed as her. :P

- And as revenge for her candid photo, Nathan takes one of her as she indulges in some cup noodles. Chopsticks and all. Makeup-less. >:3c

And I don’t know about you, but I think Victoria eating cup noodles is now my new spirit animal. I had way too much fun drawing her like that. XD

Liquid Courage 3/3

Pairing: Ivar x Gyda (OC)

Warning: SMUT, SMUT SMUT. Unprotected sex [wrap it up kiddos], oral female receiving, language, come play. 18+ older please!

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His crutches were often accompanied by a dull and constant throb. But, he found as he dressed hastily making his way to the room, the pain didn’t matter. Nothing could wipe the smirk of his face, the promise of what await in his room too good. 

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Lena is personally teaching Sam everything she needs to know about L-corp. During breaks, they had lunch at Noonan’s with Ruby because the kid’s suspended again for punching another kid (She’s my spirit animal)

The reason why they weren’t in S3 eps 03 is because they were having a fucking family bonding and I think that’s beautiful 😏😂

  • Me: *meets cute girl,* flirts discreetly, testing the waters
  • Her: says something about boyfriend of over a year making it clear she over a 100% straight
  • Me: * Maybe I can make her changer her mind*
  • My inner Ally Hills: Why, oh why do you think it's okay/ To pursue when you knew she wasn't gay/Why, why are you coming to me when it's/five word to learn let the straight girls be

hi hi so, i watched all of stranger things today and yesterday and I’m just gonna rant about it for the next year, but heres a long ass post about my feelings:


2. so basically that was the most amazing thing I’ve seen since IT and that was amazing beyond amazing.

3. ohmyfuckinggodnoahsactingmademedie


5. i cried so hard it was unhealthy

6. i fucking love steve harrington and no one and nothing will make me change my damn mind

7. i don’t know about my opinions on max, i mean she kinda just came in, and was sort of a bitch but she had her reasons and i love her

8. oh my lord the consistent mike/will were beautiful absolute friendship goals, i mean he stayed in the hospital with him THE WHOLE TIME, like that was like two days or something and “crazy together” what the fuck is this soft bullshit, the little hand hold, WHEN HE FUCKING CRIED TALKING ABOUT WHEN THEY FIRST MET I MEAN MY HEART. and then just everything about their friendship is the love of my life.



11. still love you

12. why oh why did lucas tell max? like no don’t do that please.

13. still love you though.


15. erica is my spirit animal.

16. father hopper? yes.

17. steve and his adopted children? i think so.


19. literally RIP BOB i miss him he was great.

20. jonathan and nancys slow ass burn, pretty neat. they are perfect for each other because neither deserve someone as great as steve,

21. that detective guy was everything

22. eleven and her sister??? cool???

23. eleven was a total brat and she annoyed the shitr out of me but i love her so much.









32. joyce and her amazing motherless

33. i love joyce byers more than words can say

34. i am very much not finished covering this but i will come back another day.

bonus 35. everything about the whole show was so great.

March of the Champs

I made another art! This time of my top 10 all-time favorite characters from fiction. If y’all need a list, here ya go (In order from greatest to least):

1: Vash the Stampede (Trigun)
He’s a bad-ass gunman with a bounty on his head, but he’s a warrior for love and peace… That and he loves doughnuts. A man after my own heart.

2: Kamina (Gurren Lagann)
Usually, I don’t care for the sage advice kinda characters, but this guy was just a bad-ass dork while doing all that. I think that comes from the fact that he feels like the big brother we all wish we could have, otherwise Simon wouldn’t have called him “Bro” all the time.

3: Ruby Rose (RWBY)
Short, simple, and sweet answer: If it’s wrong to be in love with a fictional character, then I don’t wanna be right.

4: Marco Diaz (Star vs. The Forces of Evil)
Short, simple, and sweet answer: This guy is my f***in’ spirit animal, anytime he’s on screen, I see a half-Latino smol bean version of myself.

5: Ryuko Matoi (Kill la Kill)
One, she’s strong AF. Two, she don’t need no man (In fact, last time I checked, I think she was a lesbian, and I’ma keep that head cannon goin’). Three, She’s just an all around bad-ass with good character growth.

6: Natsuki Subaru (Re:ZERO)
Something about this character reminds me of Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man, a guy who will take any angle when faced with a roadblock, and constantly try and find a way to fix his current situation until he reaches “victory”… I’ll show myself out.

7: Deadpool (Marvel)
Short, simple, and sweet answer: It’s mother-f***ing Deadpool god-dammit.

8: Nostalgia Critic (Youtube/Channel Awesome)
He counts! He’s this funny-as-all-hell cynic of a movie critic who actually is rather thought provoking these days. Every video, he either gets me thinking about things, or laughing my ass off… or both.

9: Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls)
Easily the most complex character to me in all of GF, and the funniest as well. He’s just this con-artist great-uncle looking to try and bring his brother back, and make a few bucks

10: Asuka Langley Soryu (Evangelion)
Usually, I f***ing hate tsunderes, but this one really works for me. I think it’s just because of how broken she is… I don’t wanna say it’s therapeutic for me, but s therapeutic for me to see a tsundere suffer. That and she’s a strong-as-hell female he pilots a giant robot… BAD-ASS.

I might make another one soon, as I wanted to do more, but that’s for another time.


everyone’s like: KYAHHH THEY’RE ALL SO HOT while meanwhile i just got the game because i was pretty curious about it since it showed up a lot on my dash. needless to say, i’d probably get a bad end for all of them.

The Mission (Part 4)

So here is part 4 of the mission. Aunt May is my spirit animal, I totally believe she would react like this if Peter had a date. xD Things are starting to get twisted. Both Peter and Y/N are keeping secrets from one another, how will their story continue? I think that part 5 will contain some twist, not sure yet though, but for now enjoy Peter Parker wearing a cooking apron.xD




“You are very observant” I laugh a little, “is it an issue?”

“Uhh…N-no, no problem at all” spiderboy replies nervously. Silence followed, very awkward silence.

“Very, well. So let’s get some business done. Shall we?” Tony Stark tried to break the ice.

Stark asked me questions about every imaginable thing, like from where I came from to my name and what I was doing here. I explained that I was from New York, but grew up under Tibetan influence and was taught the ancient art of sorcery. My name was Master Lhamo, named by the ancient one’s brother, Khar, who turned to the evil side. (Lhamo is known to be the goddess of time and fate in Tibet.) I told them about Khar’s past and how he has been trying to unleash what we call “the darkness”. Khar took most of the monks with him, joining the dark side leaving me being the only one left to have enough power to stop him, I took it as my destiny to prevent the world from this tremendous doom. He has been activating different portals all around the city. New York symbolizes the heart of our universe with the parallel ones, which meant that if the portals of the other dimensions were aligned to ours and the last portal of our universe were activated at the right time, darkness would swallow the world as we know it, killing every living thing.

During the entire interrogation I kept my face hidden under the huge hood, feeling protected. They couldn’t know my identity, not now and ever. But they did not seem to be bothered by it instead they listened to me carefully.

“However, why should we trust you?” spiderguy asked suspiciously

A grin spread on my face “I saved ‘your butt’ today, didn’t I?” The others laugh in response

“Listen, I know there is no reason to trust me, but you’ve seen what these guys are capable of and that was nothing. I came here today to help you guys out. It doesn’t matter how many you are, but if you don’t have anyone that knows how this sort of magic works, you are never going to win. I am here because I need your help too. I want to stop Khar, while I could be doing this alone I don’t think that I could be able to save all the people. At the end I’ll have to be the one ending Khar. Sorcery can only be destroyed by sorcery itself and every time two sorcerers fight with so called holly weapons only one will come alive and nothing else will kill them. Khar and I both are in possession of such a weapon. And I will end him, even, if it means that I die.”

Silence follows. No one says a word. Captain America gets up and so do I.

“We will help you, Lhamo. You can count on us.” He takes my hand and makes me a promise. My heart twists a little. I nod in response.

Soon I left the avenger’s tower and make my way home. As soon as I get to the next building I open a portal and land in my room. Taking my cape off, I’m left wearing my fighting gear. I open another portal that leads me to the temple. A figure is standing there with his back to me. I kneel on one knee.

“mission report” the man said

“they believed every single word” a smirk spreads on my face.


Peter’s POV


Well that was a real life plot twist I’d say. I never thought that the mystery guy would turn out to be a girl. Lying in my bed I thought about my day. I couldn’t fall asleep. My mind kept thinking and thinking. Eventually, thinking about Y/N is the last thing I remember and I drift off.

The sun light coming through the window woke me up. I open my eyes and check the time.


I overslept. I got up and put some clothes on. I ran to the coffee shop around the corner and there she was sitting on a table studying something. She had that little wrinkle on her forehead we she was concentrated, which was kind of cute. I stood there like a total creep for a few seconds starring at her. My heart soon racing. She felt my gaze and looks up, a smile spreading on her beautiful face. My heart skips a beat. Shit. What am I feeling…



Peter as always was late, but soon he arrived and we studied together. We had a blast, but something seemed off today. There was something in the way he looked at me that I felt all weird in my stomach. Must be the sandwich I ate yesterday. Anyway, after everything that happened yesterday, I was exhausted, but hanging out with Peter was just the thing I needed.

“What are you going to do later?”

“Actually, I have no plans for today”

“W-would you like to come over and watch a movie and maybe have some dinner…with me…?” he asks fidgeting

A slow smile spreads on my face. “Peter Parker, are you asking me to hang out as a friend or is this more like a date?” he blushes, his cheeks turning into an intense red. I giggle. He stammers.

“I’d love to come over, Peter” I smile warmly holding his hand. He stares at me in disbelief, which makes me laugh again. “Stop looking at me like that” this time it’s my turn to blush and he chuckles.

“Great, how about you come over at seven?”

After Peter left the café I went home to study a little more. The last few days have been hell with the whole mission thing and recruiting people for Khar all around the world. I haven’t been able to find some time for myself and school, so that’s why I had to catch up with some stuff. However, I didn’t seem to be able to concentrate long. My thoughts kept drifting back to Peter… Lately, we’ve been weird. We are friends, but I’ve been thinking if there might be more between us than just good old friendship and after he ‘kinda’ asked me out today I noticed that he might feel the same thing… Honestly, I do not want to have hope or anything maybe I’m just interpreting too much in it, since I’ve never really had a real friend, which means also no relationship. I’m sure of something though, I do not want to lose Peter… He means too much to me as a person and as a friend. I smile to myself. But when the time comes will I be able to follow Khar blindly, which means leaving Peter behind…My smile vanishes. But I push those thoughts away, it’s a question for my future self…

I start getting ready for my ‘date’. I decided to put a cute dress on since it’s summer and I wanted to make a good impression. Peter has never seen me in a dress before and I haven’t met his aunt yet either. So a dress seems a good choice it makes me look more presentable I guess… It’s in moments like these that I do wish my mom still lived or that I at least had a girlfriend. Anyway, I think that a white dress is really pretty for an occasion like this. I put some make up on and I’m almost done. I decide to put my mom’s necklace on… I’m standing in front of the mirror, but I do not seem to recognize myself. I touch my reflection but never leaving my eyes. I am a different person. I’ve never considered myself as pretty or beautiful, nevertheless, it’s the only word that comes into my mind by looking at myself right now. I smile weakly, what are you doing to me Peter Parker.

I packed by bag and was right about leave my apartment, when a portal opened revealing Khar.

“What the hell…!?”

“Going somewhere Y/N?” he eyes me

“Yes, why?” I stare back at him

“I have a mission for you. We need to recruit someone…tonight”

“I can’t, I am busy. Do it yourself Khar.” I turn around ready to leave him in the hallway, but he moves making no sound and takes my arm. It’s a warning. His grip is firm, almost dangerous.

He laughs in maniacal way. “What are you up to Y/N. You’ve been very distracted recently. Even incompetent. What’s the matter? You know you can talk to me… is it a guy?” an evil grin spreads on his face. Dark eyes meeting mine, I shiver. “we don’t want that something would happen to lover boy right?” he snarls. He lets go of my arm and leaves a bruise there. He opens up a portal and turns around… “I might pay a visit to this boy later, if you won’t cooperate. What’s his name again?… Something with P right?”

My blood freezes I form a fist with my right hand. He knows.

“P… Is it Peter?” He turns slightly to where I am standing and grins.

I want to punch a wall right now. This is not fair. Rage is boiling in me; I can feel how my stomach twists. I inhale deeply, but instead of making my way to Peter’s I turn around and follow Khar through the portal. Tears form in my eyes. I hate my life right now.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Khar. BUT you leave him out of this. Don’t you dare to touch him. You know that I am capable of a lot of nasty stuff and we do not want to meet that side of Y/N, right?”

he frowns slightly and smiles.

I take my phone out and text Peter:

Hey Peter,

I am so sorry, but I can’t come tonight. There was an emergency and I’ll be out of the city for a day or two. I hope you can forgive me. I was really looking forward for tonight. I’m sorry…

My heart breaks slightly while writing the message. Is this the way my life will always be? Is Khar going to control me forever. There is something that tells me that it is, but somehow I do have hope. Hope for a better future for me. Anyway, I need to push these thoughts away. Because there is nothing more dangerous than mixing Y/N’s and Lhamo’s lives up… That’s how I can handle this life. I keep these two persons apart. It’s the only way I can live with what I do for Khar. As Lhamo I only take orders, never question Khar, I just do what I have to do. However, lately I’ve been questioning a lot and Khar has taken notice. My life and Peter’s is in great danger now because of that. I don’t really care about my life, but I do care for Peter. He will not die under my watch, never. I am doing this to keep him safe. Because he will have a future, maybe not with me by his side, but he will live no matter what the cost.


Peter’s POV

I’ve been nervous for the ENTIRE day. As soon as I got home I started preparing everything for tonight. I cleaned the apartment and went for the groceries. Aunt May came home from work and was shocked to see the place clean and that I was trying to cook something.

“Why does it smell like burnt salad in here?”

“ha ha, aunt may, instead of standing there watching me struggle, you could help me out!”

I reply standing in the kitchen wearing a pink cooking apron with hearts. I look R.I.D.I.C.U.L.O.U.S.

Aunt May looks like she’s going to faint.

“peter, what are you doing!? Do you have a fever aren’t you feeling well honey?”

She comes into the kitchen checking my forehead and takes a good look at me as if I was a new discovered species.

“Y/N is coming over tonight” I explained looking away.

“YOU ASKED THE GIRL ON A DATE?! OH GOODNESS GREACIOUS! My little boy is getting older!” She leaped of joy. “You know what I’ll cook for you Peter, don’t you worry. She is going to love it! You go and do something else…” she hushed me out of the kitchen.

“But before you take that apron off…” I turn around, a flash blinds me for a second. “You look adorable in that, you should totally try to cook more or just in general wear that apron. Pink is totally your colour”.

“This is embarrassing.” I stated.

Going back into my room I change my clothes and try to relax a little. Y/N would be here soon. I honestly didn’t think she would agree. I wanted to hang with her like a casual hang out, she said it was a date, right? I’m thinking too much again. Shit. I lie down and check my phone. A new message from Y/N.

Hey Peter,

I am so sorry, but I can’t come tonight. There was an emergency and I’ll be out of the city for a day or two. I hope you can forgive me. I was really looking forward for tonight. I’m sorry…

I stare at it for a few minutes. My heart twists a little. She isn’t coming. I kind of like expected it. Maybe she thought about the whole date thing and freaked out… I take my phone and decide to reply.

Hey, I hope everything’s okay… *deletes message*

Hi, it’s okay *deletes message*

I make various attempts to write the right thing, but it’s hopeless everything sounds like shit. I finally decide to just write. A plain and simple “okay”. I press send.

Opening the door of my room I hear aunt May cooking and chanting along some song.

“Aunt May, you don’t need to cook for us anymore. She isn’t coming over.”

She turned around with worried eyes. “What? Why?” she replied worriedly. I showed her the text and lie on the couch. Exhausted and sad.

“I am so naïve. Why would anyone want to date someone like Peter Parker? I am a failure.” I sighed

“That is not true! Stop saying such stupid things!” she interjected, “Maybe it has something to do with a family member or friend… to me she seems genuinely sorry, peter. You should call her”

I look at aunt May, could she be right? Is Y/N in some sort of trouble, maybe something happened and she needs me.

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I love her so much honestly I didn’t think it was possible to like someone so fast before, to me she’s my whole world but to her I’m just another fan but that’s ok because she may not know me but she loves me because she loves her fans and no matter what I will always fuckin support her cause she’s my fuckin spirit animal and she’s goals also she’s the reason I’m so confident so thank you enya te amo mucho 😘💕 enjajaja

Nina Bo’nina Brown...Andre Charles

Nina Bo’nina Brown finally had to sashay away and it disheartening. She was/is my Spirit Animal. I to suffer from Depression, so I understood how her brain operates. What would piss me off is how the other queens would roll there eyes when Nina would just speak how she feels and what was on her mind. People who have never dealt with depression feel that compliments magically makes self doubt disappear. I wish it was that simple. I just think people need more education on it because voicing your annoyance is just making the person really feel like you hate the that much more. 

I just understood her. Nina obviously has gone through somethings which why she is the way she is. She is hilarious, down to earth, beautiful and has the most amazing make up talent (the bitch was a mouse, a cheetah, a rabbit, and a fucking peach!!)but once she upgrades from the corset and mary j blidge boots she would really be a force!!! I cant wait to see what she brings to the drag world once she is fully realized.

Goodbye to my personal fan favorite of season 9 and i hope to see you perform in Atlanta

I don’t think there’s going to be any point ever where Kumin Tsuyuri is not my spirit animal? I mean look at her

She just naps anywhere, any time?

She forms a club for napping and naps at the member signups?

She holds a napping competition at one point?

Plus she’s totally down with whatever fun chunibyo stuff her friends have planned?

ANd then one time she dressed up as and started acting like their friend in an effort to fill the void left by that friend moving without telling anyone?

Bottom line, Kumin Tsuyuri is amazing and also me and I am a huge fan of her

Sansa Stark. Art by me.

I’ve been really hesitant to draw Sansa. Drawing young and/or beautiful characters isn’t my forte. I prefer drawing the less-than-lovely folk. I still don’t think she looks quite young enough either.

So my headcanon for Sansa is this generically lovely woman-child. That is all.

Please do not repost my work. Reblogs are welcome. Thank you.


Okay so a few months ago I went to the store and asked for two rats. 

Two RATS, salesperson. They sold me one rat and one Widget. I don’t fully understand what Widget is, but having had rats for twenty years I can tell you that I have NEVER had a rat that actually WANTED to hang out on people’s heads, much less hang out on people’s heads CONSTANTLY, much less STAND UP ON HER HIND LEGS ON PEOPLE’S HEADS.

If anyone has any idea what the heck this animal is, let me know. A common theory was “meerkat” because of her need to be on the highest surface scouting as lookout, but then when she JUMPED INTO THE BATHTUB to be on my head, the theory changed to “kangaroo.”

Idk, signal boost and tell me what animal spirit has possessed the body of this “rat.”

P.S. I love Widget so much and my “Gettin’ reaaaal tired of your BS, Widge” is mostly satirical cuz I think it’s adorable.. I just … Widget. Like . .  . Widge. Come on. What are you DOING with your life? Get a job.

because this totally has never been done before: my take on the turtles’ biological mother, and if she became a mutant.

I think they’d meet in a spirit quest-like scenario, where the turtles keep seeing the same person in their dreams, and for some reason they feel familiar with her. eventually they track her down, and discover she’s their biological mother who got mutated.

and then they bond but cue angst when it’s like “whoops turtles abandon their children in the wild lmao bye nerds” and she leaves, or something idk i was watching an animal show about nature’s worst parents when i was inspired to design her.

Rosalba is a caring, kind person, but she has a hard time letting go of her primal nature, as she’s been a primal turtle her whole life, and therefore cannot assimilate into the human society her sons have. While she cares about them, and lets them call her mama and mom and so on, she doesn’t believe she is really their true parent, since she didn’t raise them.

Random Judy thoughts - Compilation

1. I wonder what Judy’s Twitter account would be like.

2. I wonder what Judy would think of modern music and how she would sound singing it.

3. I wonder what Judy’s favorite time of year was.

4. I wonder what her favorite movie she starred in was.

5. What would Judy think of all these accounts celebrating her and paying tribute to her after all these years?

6. What would Judy look like if she were alive today?

7. What’s something in the entertainment field she would have liked to explore some more?

8. Did she ever sing to herself to comfort herself?

9. I wonder what little habits and tics she had that we didn’t know about.

10. I wonder what small things about people annoyed her.

11. Would she be satisfied with how she’s been remembered?

12. What would she think of the “Me and My Shadows” movie?

13. What would she consider her spirit animal?

14. Was she a cat person or a dog person?

15. What activity outside of entertainment brought her the most happiness/pleasure?

16. What movie of hers did think she was the most underrated?


This is for an anon request for a Requiem AU:  Starts at Requiem- Scully is taken and pregnant and it’s Mulder looking for her again. Read part One  part Two  part Three  part Four  part Five  part Six  part Seven part Eight  part Nine  part Ten  part Eleven  part Twelve  part Thirteen  part Fourteen part Fifteen  part Sixteen   part Seventeen  part Eighteen  part Nineteen  part Twenty

This part was also written during @txf-fic-write-in for the life before 1993 challenge.


Westaway opens the door for them. The morgue is surprisingly noisy. Alive. Mulder stops.

              “Agent Mulder?” Westaway lays a hand on his shoulder. “Fox? If you need a moment, we can take our time.”

              The use of his first name. Coming from a man, it’s strange. He blinks. Westaway is touching him. It feels odd. He makes himself breathe. “I’ll be fine. Let’s go.”

When Samantha had been missing for three years, his parents got a call from the local sheriff. His father answered the phone, cigarette burning bright in the darkened hallway. Mulder sat at the top of the stairs. He’d been studying Shakespeare’s Measure for Measure, but needed a break. Then the phone rang. His mother was already in bed, but he heard the floor of her room creaking and she walked past him, wearing the long white robe he always thought made her look like a ghost floating down the stairs.

“Go back to your room, Fox.” She turned back to him from the bottom of the stairs, after his father had given her a steely look and shaken his head.

Mulder shifted away from the landing, hiding in the shadows of the tallboy against the wall. He heard the strange note in his father’s voice. The clipped tone, the crack in his voice when he said good-bye. He snuck forward, looking through the banisters at his mother’s ashen face. Even more ghostly now in the half-light. She pressed a handkerchief to her mouth, sniffed into it, and began a kind of muffled keening, rhythmic in its desperation. His father stood still, shoulders back, chin upright, cigarette ash dropping to the floor. He said something in a gruff, low voice that Mulder couldn’t hear. He didn’t hold his mother, offer her any comfort. He simply moved past her, took his jacket from the coat stand and left the house.

Mulder heard the car engine start up and the tyres crunch down the driveway. His mother’s low moaning became louder and he trod down the stairs to the kitchen where she was sitting on her chair, head in her hands, shoulders shuddering.

“What’s wrong, Mom?”

“Go back to bed, Fox.” She stood up, the chair scraping over the flagstone floor. She ran a glass of water for herself and sat back down. She looked to the window, with its lacy net and frilly blind. Mulder hated the floral pattern, so garish. But the light beyond, from the street, seemed to dull it down, so that the colours muted and fused. He saw faces, not flowers. He saw gargoyle grins and empty eye sockets. He blinked and turned away.

“Where’s dad gone?”

“Go to sleep, Fox. It’s late.”

“You can’t keep me in the dark all the time, Mom. If this is something to do with Samantha, don’t you think I deserve to know?”

She looked at him through her red-rimmed eyes, heavy with tears still to fall. She looked so old these days. Like the weight of the past three years had dragged and scratched against her skin. “There are some things you don’t need to know, son.”

“That’s not fair, Mom. She was my sister. I miss her too.” He slammed the table and the salt and pepper shakers jumped and fell, spilling crystals over the pine surface. The mingled together, black and white, and he saw the faces again, cruel smiles. He spread his hand over the mess and wiped through it.

His mother stood and got a cloth the wipe it away. “Your father has been called to identify a body. A young girl’s remains were found earlier this week.”

“Do you think it’s her? Does Dad?”

She wiped her hands on a clean tea towel and looked at him. “This isn’t the first time we’ve been through this.”

He hadn’t known. And he hadn’t really entertained the thought of her being dead. But of course, logically, with three years of nothing, no news, no sightings, no leads, of course she could be dead. Sickly dread crawled through his veins. The muscles in his neck tightened and he felt nauseous. He felt stupid. How could he be so dumb?

“What will you do if it is her?”

His mom actually laughed then, a sad laugh into her hanky. “We’ll start to live again.”

He shook his head, not understanding her callousness. “How could you say that?”

“This family has stood still. In three years we’ve been stuck in a bog of sadness and loss, of desperation and being afraid to move on. What if we left this house? Where would Samantha go if she ever came back? How would she find us? What if we have a memorial service to celebrate her life? But if she’s not dead, what a wicked thing that would be. What if we give her clothes to the goodwill? You can’t do that, she might come back,” she spat out the words. “What use would her clothes be to her? She’d be eleven now – on the verge of womanhood. But we can’t make any changes, Fox. No. We have to keep still, stay the same.”

He hung his head, burning tears welling over.

“Your sister is gone, Fox. I accepted that early on. We may never know how or why or where. But she is gone. And I want to move on. But your father…he can’t, he won’t. I know this sounds cruel, but I really hope it is her. I want it to be her. I need it to be her.”

He hated her for that. Hated her for wishing his sister dead. “I don’t. I think she’s out there. I want to find her. Don’t you want to find her?”

“You’re so like your father, Fox.”

“I’m nothing like him.”

“He chose your name.”

“It’s a fucking stupid name. I hate it.”

“Fox, watch your mouth!”

“You named me after a hunter, a cunning predator, a feral animal. And yet you gave my sister a symbolic name - the name of God. What do you think that does to me?”

She reached across the table and grabbed his hands. Hers were surprisingly warm. “You know that as a spirit animal the fox has increased awareness, is quick in tricky situations, has excellent physical and mental responsiveness and an affinity with dreams. Your father always said your name came to him in a dream. Just like Samantha’s did. You may not know it, but your father has always been in touch with his spiritual side. He says it keeps him from crossing the line.”

Mulder pulled his hands away. “I hate it. I fucking hate my name.”

“It’s yours, Fox. It’s what we gave you. A special name for a special boy.”

“I’m nothing special,” he said, heading back to his room. “Samantha is the special one.”

Westaway lets him go first and he is conscious of the younger man’s footfalls behind him. He turns away before the ME pulls back the sheet from the body.

              “It’s not her,” he says.

              “How do you know? He hasn’t shown you the face yet,” Westaway says.

              “I just do.”

              Westaway enters the room. Mulder can hear the ME’s terse voice and Westaway’s calming responses.

The drive back is silent. Westaway is desperate to ask, but won’t. Mulder is grateful.

              “What’s your first name?”

              Westaway chuckles. “We’ve been working together for a while, and you still don’t know?”

              Mulder shrugs. Traffic is heavy. The fog is rolling in. He squeezes his eyes shut against the faces that form in the grey.

              “John. God is gracious. Has been one of the most popular male names for centuries. I guess I’m just boring. Not like you. Your name is pretty special.”

              Mulder opens his eyes and smiles at the agent. “She wasn’t pregnant.”


              “The Jane Doe. You asked me how I knew. She wasn’t pregnant.”

              Westaway grips the wheel and drives on.