i was gonna add more but its already too long as it is

AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way

Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey, Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’

Batman is mortified.

No one lets it go.

The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.

“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.

“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.

Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get a hold of himself

He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused. Batman is furious.  Nightwing manages to breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad you’re socializing now, Batman.”

Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”

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Digital Painting: tips for beginners

Heyo! I got asked if I could make a tutorial on digital painting so I’m gonna throw together some advice meant for people who are starting out and want to figure out exactly how this stuff all works. Because it’s hard! What I hope to accomplish here is to make painting more approachable for you.

Firstly, I have put together something like this before, so for archival purposes here it is: http://holy-quinity.tumblr.com/post/89594801811/i-dont-know-how-much-of-this-kind-of-thing-you

For those of you who don’t wanna bother reading that, here are the main points:

1. Learn your program and its tools, from brush properties to layer styles. And I mean learn them. Make a cheatsheet that shows you exactly what each button and scale does, both in isolation and in conjunction with other buttons and scales. Refer to this as much as possible until it is intuitive. The end goal is to know exactly what to do to your brush’s settings to achieve a given effect.

2. It’s perfectly okay to use your sketches, linearts, and other forms of line in your paintings. They can help guide the form and there’s no need to make something fully “lineless”! I never make things “lineless.”

3. Study other people’s art and try to think how they could have possibly achieved the effects they did. You can learn a lot just by observing and mentally recreating the process stroke by stroke—muscle memory is a powerful tool at your disposal. This becomes easier to do once you’ve started doing item 1 above.

OKAY!

So where the heck do you even begin?

What I’m gonna do is try to make digital painting as approachable as possible for someone who’s never really done it. The main idea here is that digital painting is just like real painting. So if you’ve ever done real painting, you already kinda know what’s coming.

I’m gonna assume you know the basics of digital art: you can sketch, line those sketches using layers and opacity changes, and fill the lines with color, maybe even opting to add some shading…and you’ll get something like this:

You know, cell-shaded, or maybe the shading’s blended, but you’ve still obviously a line drawing with color put down on layers beneath the lines.

The next intuitive step is to try going “lineless”…but when you remove the lines you get this:

idk about you but I’m laughing at how stupid this looks

When I was first teaching myself to paint digitally, I didn’t really know how to deal with this. Without lines, the form of the subject vanished or became a mess like the above. Even if I was meticulous and careful about placing down the color such that without the lines layer turned on, the shapes fit together, it didn’t look quite right. There’d be gaps, I wouldn’t know how to incorporate the subject into a background, the contrast wouldn’t be high enough, or it’d just in general look too much like a screenshot from Super Mario 64.

Painting requires a different process than the above. You’ll have to let go of some of your habits and conventions. Such as staying in the lines. Such as fully relying on the lines. Like, I love my lines, I love my sketches—but in painting, they are guides for form, and are not the form itself. So let me go through how I approach a given painting:


My painting process starts with a sketch (here a boring portrait for demonstrative purposes). I make the opacity of the sketch layer something like 30%, and then throw down my base colors on a new layer underneath. I’m not being meticulous about the sketch itself, because again it’s just meant to guide my placement of color. I’m also not meticulous about my placement of the color.

We’re essentially sketching with color. Because ultimately what we want is for the color to take on the form and shapes conveyed by the sketch.

There’s a lot going into this about how to use value, how to shade, how to use color, etc. that I’m kinda skipping over because it takes a lot of time to explain…but there are hundreds of tutorials out there on those topics so please, google around! I found some helpful tuts that way when I was starting out.

Something I find v useful is to keep selecting colors that already exist in your image for shading and hue adjustment. This is why I start with really blendy, low-opacity brushes when throwing down color on top of the background. I can then select colors within there that are a mix of the two.

For instance, I’ll select the color of the lines here:

…and use that to shade:

And maybe I’ll select one of the darker shades around his eye, but not the darkest, to make the shading a smoother gradient…and so on.

What I do in general at this point is go over the shapes and lines of the sketch. Such that I can turn off the sketch layer and see this:

I’m replacing the lines with shading and value. I’ll continue to do this as I keep adding color.

This is all super loose. I am not dedicated to any particular stroke. I just want the colors and shading and light source to be right. I’ll use overlay layers to boost contrast or add a hue.

Here are other examples where I used this process:

I am constantly changing brushes and brush settings as I paint. It really depends on what effect I want where. I am also constantly selecting new colors and applying or blending those in. I don’t believe in having some uniformly applied base color and then shading with only one or two…that’s what I’d do if I was cell-shading like the first drawing I showed you here, but painting should be about messing with color and opacity and blending to make millions of hues!

Good rule of thumb: Hard, opaque brushes for applying color. Soft, dilute brushes for blending colors. Sometimes hard, dilute brushes can make some cool blending effects! I personally prefer harder edges on my shading so that’s a brush I use often.

This is getting a bit long so I’m gonna split it up into multiple parts, but really what I want you to get from this is:

1. learn the tools at your disposal until they are intuitive

2. sketch and line are guides for form, not the form itself

3. rather, hue and value will produce the form

And of course, practice makes perfect!!! Every drawing you make, every painting you make, will bring you one step closer to the artist you want to be, and thus every drawing and every painting, no matter what, is a success.

Ohana

Summary: “Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” Everyone knows that Dan is a Lester and belongs on the family holiday–well, everyone except Dan himself. However, a beautiful seaside walk and a special surprise from Martyn and Cornelia may be just the ammunition he needs to change his mind.

Genre: Pure fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Like 2 swear words but that’s it

A/N: Because we all know there was some soppy convincing needed to get Dan to stay in Florida. Inspired by this ask over @nihilist-toothpaste.
I hope you enjoy!!

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anonymous asked:

What's your favorite recipe?

not combat rations, thats for sure. ive had enough of those for a lifetime. 

but my latest food hit has been pretzel bites. pretzels are an awesome food but rarely available fresh when i want to eat them, which is usually when i’ve woken up in the middle of the night. they’re relatively labor-intensive to make, which is good once the insomnia sets in. keeps me busy. plus, pretzels are sweet on the inside, salty on the outside, just like me. except im also salty on the inside. dont listen to steve.

when i make pretzels, it’s by the metric ton, so the recipe i have makes approximately a million of them.probably you will not want this many, because you don’t have thor or steve to help you eat them. or clint. probably you could just shove some into a vaccum cleaner instead, thatd be about the same. so divide the recipe in half or quarters for normal human consumption. take 11 cups of flour, 1 cup of brown sugar, ½ cup of oil and mix. 4 cups of warm water gets 11 teaspoons of yeast and sits for a bit, then goes in the flour mix. then mix it and let it rise for about an hour. the dough should be sticky to the touch and absolutely awful to get out of your metal fingers. while you wait, wander your living area for some poor sucker to rope into helping you, because stage 2 is easier with help. or you can sit down and wonder why you talk yourself into doing things like this. consider your choices. it’s already too late to go back to sleep; youve got dough rising.

get a deep fry pan or sauce pan and fill with about two inches of water. bring it to a rolling boil on the stove and add in three or so tablespoons of baking soda. you really can’t do too much of that, as long as the water’s not getting super cloudy. preheat the oven to 400 degrees. wake steve up and tell him he has to help. 

get a couple egg yolks in a bowl with a basting brush, and find some kosher salt or sea salt. grease up a few pans. 

flour a surface and roll the dough out until it’s between ½ and ¼ in thick. get your poor unsuspecting minion to cut out bite sized bits. i use an inch and a half circle cookie cutter, but you can use whatever you want, really. tony used a laser cutter last time i let him help, which was…not ideal.

drop the cut outs into the boiling soda water, and let them sit for a few seconds, then fish them out. you can use your robot hand for that, but again, you’ll be getting dough out of it for days. i let them drip dry on a cookie drying sheet, but you could also drop them on a clean dishtowel i guess. you just dont want them to be wet when you put them on the cookie sheet. 

they’re not gonna expand a ton, so just stuff em up close to each other on the sheet. paint the tops with egg yolks and sprinkle with salt. pop em in the oven for 10-15 min or until golden brown. 

repeat the boiling-and-baking until you want to die, then keep going until you run out of dough. while the last batch is baking, take a half a stick of butter, a quarter cup of flour and make a roux in a saucepan. add two cups of milk and two cups of cheddar cheese, some salt and pepper to taste, and a quarter cup of mustard, give or take. im showing you how much to use with my hands but you cant see it. sorry, i dont really measure stuff most of the time. heat and stir till it’s melty and amazing, and dip pretzels on in there. 

by the time you have completed this process and eaten as many pretzel bites as you want–and there will be enough. it’s a dang big recipe–you will want to enter a food coma and sleep forever. or for 70 years or so.

there. insomnia fixed.

NurseyWeek Prompt #1 - Silence/Mistake. Um, kind of. Got a bit off track.          ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Dex tromps into the Haus, slamming the door shut and tossing his bag haphazardly on the floor, kicking it out of the way as he passes. He’s scowling, which, frankly, isn’t that unusual, but his expression has an edge of something that tugs at Derek. Dex doesn’t even spare him a glance as he flops down at the other end of the couch with an exasperated growl, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. Silence fills the space between them for a moment.

“So, how was your day?” Derek asks.

“Fuck off.”

“Yeah, mine was good, too.”

“Fuck. Off.”

Derek scans the defeated slope of Dex’s body as it’s sprawled over the couch, frowning to himself. Huh. He drops the fake cheer from his voice and puts his notebook down on the end table behind him.

“Dex, hey. What happened?” he asks, voice softer now, quiet even in the relative silence of the Haus mid-day. Dex cracks one amber eye open and gives him a look, squinting semi-suspiciously at him. Derek waits him out, tilting his head and trying to look open for conversation.

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Hide and Seek


Tony wasn’t too sure how they managed to get on to the topic. 


Actually- scratch that- yes he was. It was Clint. All bad things in the world happened because of Clint. 

Probably.

Anyway- Clint had been talking about his years in the circus, and how they’d taught him all sorts of weird ways to contort your body for the extra showmanship. “Made for some pretty awesome games of hide and seek, though,” he’d said, nodding serenely to himself as he’d sipped from his coffee.

“I bet I’d still find you in under an hour,” Natasha had challenged, raising a daring eyebrow up at him before turning back to the morning paper.

Clint scoffed, turning to Steve, who was stood cooking eggs on the stove. “Cap, you can vouch for me here, right? I am the master at hide and seek. No one beats me at hide and seek.”

And Steve had laughed- a lovely throaty thing that made Tony smile just from hearing it. “Uhhh, I don’t know? It depends on a lot of variables. If it were in a park, maybe- but here? Tony would beat you hands-down. He knows every nook and cranny of this tower, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”


And then- here had come Tony’s fatal mistake of the day. Later, he’d pin it on lack of caffeine in his system and the early hour at which he was conscious- but really, he was just an idiot who’d forgotten how offended his teammates could (and did) get on his behalf.


“Actually, I’ve never played. Although I could still probably beat Barton.”

(Read more, mobile users! Finish it on your laptop or PC if you can’t on mobile!)

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Colorful Signs of Lovemaking

I got this idea months ago after a conversation with @amaranthine-reign. It was one of the first ideas she and I had bounced off each other back in September/October. Raini, I finally did it! Hahaha.

@meaganottiz02 @racheo91 @lunaticfringe216 @neeadinghugs @gracea-boo @thatonegirloncealways @caramara3 @tearsropsandtiedye @celticstyles @littlemissava13 @linoki @msgem @damnbuvky @wrestlingnoob @devittslegos

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

SMUT WARNING

Originally posted by baleesi

Finn couldn’t help the smirk that made its way to his face. He was pulling off the sheets to the bed he shared with you, currently stained with a mixture of black, red and even a little bit of light green paint. Although the dominant color was black.

Normally you guys would take the time to change out your sheet, at least the top layer. Or at the very least lay one on the floor. But last night wasn’t one of those nights you were willing to wait for it. He met with his body painter at Full Sail and worked on a new look for the Demon King. You were still in NXT so he enjoyed having you as an excuse to still come to Full Sail even though he was on Raw now. All that he remembered was you complimenting the paint but also very clearly appreciating it.

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anonymous asked:

how do you still find the motivation to keep drawing even though your art isnt that good? i just cant seem to keep on drawing bc i focus on the bad too much

hello there anon! To put it simply, I don’t really wait for motivation to come. To me, motivation is a feeling and like all feelings they’re fickle. They change easily at the drop of a hat. If we rely on motivation and wait for it to come, we wouldn’t get anywhere at all.

We also tend to beat ourselves when we’re not ‘motivated’ to draw, which sends us further into a negative spiral. (I used to be like this but now i’ve changed! i’m gonna explain what I did down below)

First thing you need to do, is to change how you see and feel about your art : I think this is the hardest step ever. Changing how you feel about your art takes time and that’s understandable. The first thing you need to do is take a step back and look at the bigger picture. Re-evaluate. Ask yourself questions that would help you remember the reasons why you began in the first place. (if its something like ‘for the notes and followers’ I suggest you change and pick another thing because if you make art for the satisfaction of others, you won’t be very happy in the long run)

Also take into consideration where you are in life in the present moment. If you have other priorities (like school, work, family etc) its understandable that you won’t have the time to practice and that’s ok (but i’ll explain how to get around that). Life gets in the way of things sometimes and that’s ok.

Also don’t beat yourself up if you’re not improving as fast as you want to and don’t compare yourself to other artists either. It’s not a competition. Other artists started earlier than you and so they’ve had more time to practice and learn. Think of your art as a tiny seed. Each seed is unique and wonderful and it takes time and effort to grow. It’s silly to compare a sprout with a flower that already bloomed, because they’re at different stages in their growth. That’s the same with art.

Second thing you need to do, is set down goals: This is my favourite thing to do! Now that you’re feeling positive and happy about your art (it’s ok if you’re not! that’s fine too it takes time), set down goals on what you want to achieve with your art and break them down further into smaller bits on how you’re going to achieve them and when. For example, this is my art goal for 2017:

(looks like i gotta add improve handwriting to huhuhu ;w;)

And then you can break those down to minigoals that you can do every week, (draw poses on the train, sketch out scenery etc)

Figure out what you want to do with your art, why you want to do it and you’ll figure our how to get there. For example: I’m a self taught hobbyist artist, so I know my rate of learning will be slower than other people (i’m doing Bachelor of Aviation in university ;w;) I can only concentrate on one thing at a time so i picked to learn mostly anatomy while still practising what I worked on last year (colours).

And then get to it! Discipline yourself to draw. Over time, drawing will become a habit and a ‘need to do’ (discipline) rather than a ‘want to do’ (motivation). Set time to practise to achieve your goals. Keep all of your art so you can see progress over time (it’s a good pick me up too)!

here’s mine:

Whoa!! So much improvement in four years!! YEEEE

Remember:

Now go draw!

(tl;dr focus on things that you’re weak in, set goals and discipline yourself to achieve those goals)

I hope this helps anon! And have fun!

andreil happy fics! ♥

basically, I’ve spent the previous week going through the AFTG tag (yes, I went through all the 1250 works) on ao3, because I needed more content, official or not. and since it was so freaking hard to find some quality happy content™ (bc apparently y'all like to suffer that much —which, to be fair, I should have expected and I can #relate), I thought I could make it easier for anyone else seeking it and share it here! 🎉

so this is a recommendation list with my favorites ones so far; they’re all from ao3, and if you find any of your works there and want me to remove them from this list, just message me and I’ll remove it. if you have any recommendations for me to add here, message me too! ♥ I haven’t read anything from ff.net or tumblr just yet, but I plan on doing that later this week.

they’re not all entirely happy and they’re not that happy either, but then again that’d be hard considering the amount of trauma and tragedy the authors have to work with (thanks nora). but!!! they’re happy enough to make it to this post, so yeah! you’ll probably gonna enjoy them.

right now there are more oneshots, canon-ish, mostly set right after TKM or a few years in the future. I might add an AU and multi-chapter category later, so keep checking for updates! and don’t forget to show appreciation for the authors by leaving comments and kudos! ♥

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Making out with... Yuta

MASTERLIST

Anon: Make out with yuta too 😊

Anon: First make out session with yuta too 😊😀😍

Anon: Hope you’ll do a making out with Yuta soon! ^_^

Anon: making out with yuta please:)) (the thirst is real)

ok i just want to say that i think yuta is like a sex god okay #sorrynotsorry and i’ve just added some nice gifs of him at the end :-) also this is fucking long and kinda sexual so enjoy ;-)


  • OKAYY
  • so yuta the japanese fuck boy womaniser god woman killer prince
  • im listening to jay park while writing this so i might get a little excited writing this YAY
  • Yuta would love making out with you
  • It’d be his favourite past time with you
  • Well
  • It would be sex but making out is more practical and safe lmao
  • Already quite touchy in the relationship, but if he wanted to make out with you, expect his hands to wander EVERYWHERE
  • He especially likes your thighs and your neck
  • Wraps his hands around your thighs and slides them up and down teasingly
  • Likes to have a hand at the back of your neck so he can dominant the kiss and control you a bit
  • A session would start off at the most random times
  • It might start in the kitchen
  • He’ll walk over to you, where you’re frame is hunched over the sink doing the dishes
  • Snakes his arms around your waist and pull you into your chest, you stumbling clumsily into him
  • He’ll start rubbing his hands over your bare waist and stomach, slowly moving them down so they grab your hips
  • And he’ll surprise you by grounded your hips into his, earning a quick gasp from you
  • Or sometimes they might start as soon as you enter the apartment
  • You’ve had an average day, nothing’s really happened - but that’ll change soon
  • Within a second of you shutting the door, and throwing your bag and coat on the sofa,
  • You spot Yuta practically run out of the bedroom, a dark look in his eyes and a smirk on his face
  • He immediately pushes you back, edging you forcefully towards the door, and quickly you feel the front door come in contact with your back
  • He forcefully takes your wrists and bunches them in one palm, putting them above your head so you have no control
  • The type to grind a lot during making out
  • He cannot help it okay
  • He will literally dry hump you, but you’re not complaining lmao
  • His hips are rough and fast and fuck im sweating already and we havent even got to the kissing part okay lmao
  • Starts by tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb whispering to you
  • Can range from “you have the prettiest lips Y/N” to “hmm want to show me what these lips can do?”
  • Then he’ll press light, butterfly kisses on the corners of your mouth slowly
  • He enjoys having you squirm and whine for him to kiss you
  • Does that stupid smirk !!!
  • Goes in to kisses but stops when he’s only a centimeter away from your lips
  • You can practically feel the heat radiating off him
  • And his breath on your face
  • Finally, finally, he’ll kiss you for real
  • Starts very slow and deep, with a lot of brief pauses and using his jaw to add more force into the kiss
  • His lips would be so soft - like out of all the members, he would have the softest lips omg
  • You could probably taste the unscented lip balm he was wearing
  • (probably a sign he was preparing for this too)
  • His kisses will start to get sloppier and faster and deeper too (somehow, if that was even possible)
  • God, uses so much fucking tongue
  • His tongue darting in and out your mouth, swirling with yours and things get very damp
  • Will moan and groan, and probably grind into you roughly and suddenly, if you force your tongue into his mouth and not the other way round
  • He finds it so hot and god, you really are not helping the situation right now
  • His hands are now grabbing your thighs and squeezing them, making you squeal and squirm with excitement
  • Your hands, which Yuta are no longer holding up above your head, are kneading his head
  • You pull on his hair, threading your fingers through his silky hair, then moving your hands down to the nape of his neck and rubbing it slightly
  • He absolutely loves it and will break the kiss momentarily to throw his head back in pleasure and moan, before returning to the kiss
  • Sometimes, if you want things to go further eg sexual you might be a bit daring and slowly slide your hand down his chest and grab his crotch before quickly returning you hand to its place in his hair
  • He knows what you wants and will pick you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, and take you to the bedroom lmao
  • If not, then the making out will just continue yup
  • His kisses would be so deep and passionate and rough and you know that your lips will be bruised by the end of it
  • Even though his kisses are kind of alluring and sexual, he’s putting so much emotion into them
  • He just loves you so much
  • And he wants you to know that you’re the only one for him and please, don’t leave him
  • They’re rough because that’s the amount of emotion he puts into them
  • OFC you know this, and put a lot of passion into them too
  • You know the session is over when he breaks the kiss and starts kissing your neck
  • Its like a cool down or something
  • But not really because you’re both panting and whimpering at the sensitivity of your lips and skin
  • He loves hickeys
  • Especially across your chest and collar bones
  • They’re always dark and huge and they’re are many of them, scattered across your skin
  • You’ll give him them too, when he’s sucking at your chest
  • You’ll give them behind his ear and upper neck
  • But really, he prefers giving them to you rather than you giivng them to him
  • But ya know, they’re never turned down lol
  • Eventually, you’ll both get tired and slump onto one another lazily, your heart rate starting to go down
  • And then you probably start having a laughing fit for like an hour
  • Because you look at each other, and both of your lips are just bruised
  • Like hella bruised, red and sensitive
  • And it looks fucking hilarious
  • You’ll probably end up napping after too because boy, these making out sessions take up a lot of your energy lmao
  • …..okay
  • that is all
  • i hope you liked this
  • it’s fucking long too jfc
  • sorrynotsorry
  • hmmm i think some people are gonna be having some nice dreams tonight lmao
  • have some gifs of yuta too ;-)

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RIP To My Youth pt. 3

*To be read in Britney’s voice* It’s been awhile… I know I shouldn’t have kept you waiting… but I’m here now.

Previous chapters: Part 1, Part 2

Description: Saturday has finally arrived, which for Y/N means only one thing… Cheryl Blossom’s highly anticipated party. And what’s Blossom party without drama? A little game of truth or dare never hurt anyone, right?

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 4170

Warnings: A swear or two



I woke up to the blaring noise of my phone’s ringtone. No please no, just five more minutes. Who the hell could be calling me this early on a Saturday?

I reluctantly rolled over to check my phone’s caller ID to see who decided to bother me at 8 am. ‘Veronica Lodge’ it read. Groaning, I held the phone up to my ear and answered.

“Hello?” I said in a groggy morning voice.

“Good morning my little protégée, the shops open at 9 and we’re going to need to make a head start on things if we’re going to Cheryl’s party tonight as well” Veronica chirped. Judging by the chipper tone of her voice she had been up and ready for awhile now.

“Oh god I almost forgot about the shopping trip today, do we really need to go so early?” I yawned, sitting up in bed in an attempt to wake myself up more.

“Yes Y/N, I have the day planned out. Me, you and Kevin are going to shop not only for your new wardrobe but also for killer outfits for the three of us tonight. Then we’re meeting Archie at Pop’s a little later on, and then you’re coming to my house to get ready for the party. And then-”

“And then we go to the party okay, I got it, I got it” I cut in.

“Perfect, Kevin and I will be at you house in about an hour! Chow” she finished as she swiftly hung up the phone.

I tossed my phone on my nightstand and got out of bed in pursuit of the shower, which I knew would help give me the strength to get through this day.

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Why Vmin are called the “Soulmate Couple”

Long post

Before I get into this, I’d like to say, that this will provide examples as to how amazingly close vmin are to being considered real life soulmates. It’ll also help anyone who wants to know about vmin’s relationship and how close the two actually are. But overall, it’ll definitely explain why some of the fandom refers to them as already soulmates. Whether it’s viewed platonically or romantically:)

Okay here we go. Pray for me to be able to get all of this in one post.

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anonymous asked:

Pastel!Dan and punk!Phil please? Maybe Dan introducing Phil to his parents and being like "We put up with your clothes but not this!" Just some homophobic parents and some really sweet Phil.

Title: Work In Progress

Summary: pastel!Dan is dating punk!Phil and finally comes out to his parents, but they aren’t exactly supportive, but Phil is there to comfort Dan.

Pairing: phan

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,638

Trigger Warnings: homophobia

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anonymous asked:

Could you not say qu**r so often, please? Or at least tag it? Alternatives could be SGA or trans (depending on which part you're referring to) or LGBT? It's uncomfortable to quite a lot of people if it's used as an umbrella term too. Thank you

While I’m not interested in delving into that discourse on this blog…well, I guess it was gonna happen sooner or later. 

So just to be clear, before I say anything else, let me preface this post by saying that I’m going to state my position on this, but I will not admit any further discussion on the subject on this blog. You’re free to talk to me @talysalankil​ if you feel like having further discussion, but this blog isn’t the right place to do so. Also I’m going to use links from my personal blog because it’s just easier. But frankly if you want better sources on the subject, they’re out there.

Warning for massive wall of text. I tried to structure it, but there you go.

“Queer” has been reclaimed for decades. Many people who are much more knowledgeable than myself have pointed out that it’s been used at least as long as LGBT as an umbrella term (and that it was reclaimed before SGA was even invented), and it has the benefit of being inclusionary. The fact that is a historical slur cannot and should not be ignored, but the thing is, there is literally not a single word in use to refer to people who aren’t cis and straight that hasn’t been used as a slur at one point or another. Fuck’s sake, people still use “gay” today as a derogatory term, even when discussing things that have nothing to do with sexuality.

Meanwhile, SGA is an acronym that takes its root from conversion therapy (yes, really; SGA discoursers have claimed otherwise but survivors of conversion therapy attest to it), so I’m pretty sure it is equally trigger or even more triggering that queer to people.

SGL (same-gender loving) is a less historically charged acronym that I feel less strongly about for that reason, but it also comes from AAVE and I feel like there’s an element of cultural appropriation for me to use it as a white person, just like I wouldn’t use two-spirits because it’s a native american term. 

But that’s not my only issue with either acronym. See, the issue I have with SGA/SGL are multiple, and I’m going to put a cut here because this is getting out of hand:

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I ❤you and your writing. B + C met during a games night at mutual friends when they got ultra competitive over a game of Monopoly. It's only right that he proposes during a game of Pictionary with the gang. Except Clarke is so focused on trying to win, that the 'subtle' theming of all the clues (i.e. totally obvious films/books etc about love and marriage, especially picked by Bellamy) totally passes her by... Cue much hilarity amongst their friends, and much exasperation/love from Bellamy. ❤

Thanks for the prompt!! I tweaked it a little, firstly because I was going on memory and forgot it was specifically pictionary, and then secondly because the thought of someone proposing to me in public/in front of people genuinely horrifies me and I couldn’t bring myself to write it lmao. Hope you like it anyway!

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“So, marriage.”

Bellamy drives off the road, blinking at the TV as Princess Peach zooms across the finish line while his screen is black, Waluigi falling into the abyss.

“Was that intentional?” He asks, finishing the race on autopilot and in twelfth place, as Clarke snuggles into his side and presses her smile into his shoulder.

“It was a conversation I’ve been trying to figure out when to have.”

“And you decided the last three seconds of Rainbow Road was the right time?”

“Two birds, one stone.” She tilts her head and smirks up at him, and he can’t help the way his irritation instantly disappears. She might be ruthlessly competitive, but he’s also like ninety percent sure she wants to marry him, and he can’t find it within himself to be upset about anything when he’s thinking about that. “So what do you think?”

“What do I think about marriage? In general?”

“Sure. And to me, specifically.”

“Is this you proposing?”

“No way,” she snorts. “You know I don’t half-ass anything, ever. If I propose, I’m gonna sweep you off your feet.”

He grins. “Fair point.”

“So?”

“So–” He shrugs. “I don’t know. Marriage in general has never been a big dream of mine, mostly because I was pretty relieved Mom never married any of the guys in her life. It’s not like– It was still hard for her to leave some of them, but it would have been harder if there were legalities involved.”

Clarke kisses his shoulder again, nuzzling into him a little, and he puts his arm around her. “As a child of divorce, I can attest that the legalities don’t make any of it easier.”

“I guess I didn’t get the appeal of it for a long time.” He pauses. “But ever since we started dating… Well, I get it now.”

“Yeah?”

He kisses her hair. “Yeah. I want to tell everyone all the time how awesome you are and how awesome our life is together. It’s a lot easier if we do it all at once, with all the people important to us watching. And then everyone else can just take a hint from the rings.”

“Sappy,” she accuses, but he can hear the smile in her voice.

“Plus there are tax advantages and healthcare and stuff.”

“Well if it’s for tax advantages.” She straightens a little, still under his arm, and picks her controller back up.

“Hey.” He pokes her in the side. “You can’t just leave it at that. This is when you’re supposed to tell me what you think.”

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Officer Benny and Characterisation in Stealth

There’s a very special NPC in Thief II: The Metal Age. In the dimly-lit games room of the Truart Estate, surrounded by the discarded playing cards and abandoned dartboards of the recent party held by the Sheriff and his debaucherous toff friends, a lone drunken City Watch officer disconnectedly rambles to the barmaid on duty. His name is Officer Benny, and I love him.

“I can’t believe that s-some (hic) taffer went and spilled mead all over that rug!” he yells as you approach unseen, his model swaying unsteadily in a dramatic display of intoxication. The barmaid, clearly worn out by a harrowing work shift, sighs wearily.

“Benny… you spilled the mead on the rug,” she explains patiently. “Anyway, someone is on the way to clean it up already.”

“But you don’t understaaand!” Benny wails, now clearly, inexplicably on the verge of tears. “These (hic) taffers have no respect for such… b-beautiful things!

Around this point, it’s likely that you’ll start to tune out and skulk around in the gloom, looking for the telltale glint of loot to funnel into your pockets. Stacks of coins and rings litter the gaming tables, tempting you to sneak a hand under the hanging lamps. One of Karras’s Children—a hunchbacked steam-powered automaton with a head like a brass football —clanks around the room, mindlessly praising its creator to the heavens. It’s not much of a threat, but it’s certainly an annoying little contraption. One water arrow to the boiler grate usually does the trick.

“Benny, I think you’ve had too much to drink. Aren’t you supposed to be on duty?”

“Hah. So what if I am, huh?” he says, sounding more than a little defensive. “Anyways, I work mm-better when I’m drunk. It makes me fearless! If I see a bad guy, I’ll just point my sword at him, and saaaaaay… HEY, BAD GUY!”

You freeze, momentarily worried you’ve been spotted trying to snaffle the discarded goblet from beside the fireplace. Benny continues with his charade, utterly oblivious.

“You’re not s’posed to be here! G-go home or I’ll stick you with my sword ‘til you go ‘Ouch, I’m dead!’ Ah-hah-hah-hurgh!” He makes an indescribable sniffing, gurgling, chuckling noise, and momentarily falls silent. “See? Ain’t no one gonna be messin’ with ol’ Benny.”

“Whatever, Benny. I think you should sleep it off. No more mead for you.”

In the grand scheme of things, it’s a fairly trivial exchange: it doesn’t tie into some larger arc, it doesn’t impart any useful information about objectives or security system vulnerabilities, and neither Officer Benny nor the barmaid will ever be seen again. Benny’s emotional ping-ponging is unconvincing at best, and while his delivery certainly isn’t lacking in vigour, the only character in the room with exceptional voice acting is Garrett, the Master Thief; the one surreptitiously pocketing everyone’s gambling winnings during this exchange. And yet, Benny’s rambling accomplishes something very special. It’s the perfect, emblematic example of a quality present throughout the Thief games; one that shapes how we approach them, and in turn, the experiences they provide.

Thief II gives you a sword. Not a discreet little knife, fit for a slippery cutthroat, but a proper blade; the kind for lopping off soldiers’ limbs on a muddy, arrow-strewn embankment. It’s a silent acknowledgement that you may have to kill men, not in a surprise scuffle where you jump them from behind the bins, but in a full-on fight with multiple assailants. It’s the kind of thing you defend yourself with when things are rapidly going downhill and there’s nowhere to run; a tool for when the halls are filled with the sounds of alarm bells and clattering jackboots. In the right hands it can be quite effective, and it’s entirely possible to hack n’ slash your way through a legion of aggravated soldiers, provided they’re courteous enough to approach you in a narrow corridor or something.

Something doesn’t add up here, does it? Stealth needs reasons for you to stealth, so to speak. There have to be incentives to keep you in hiding, and those incentives usually start with some sort of punishment for being caught. You’re supposed to be outmatched and outgunned, or at the very least, have some higher-level motive for not wanting to be seen. If Garrett can accomplish his goals by going where he pleases and stabbing everyone who looks at him the wrong way, what’s stopping him, really?

Well, it’s kind of a dick thing to do, of course, but gamers have never been above murdering NPCs for slightly inconveniencing them. It’s also a flat-out fail state on many missions if you attempt them on a higher difficulty setting, but by the time you get around to them you’ve almost certainly put the idea out of your head long ago in any case. Dishonored, Thief’s darling modern protégé, would invisibly bump up the Chaos meter—a hidden metric that determines whether Corvo’s been naughty or nice—but Thief itself has no such system, and other than occasionally dropping remarks along the lines of “remember, murdering people is for poser scrublords”, does little to impress upon you the moral wrongness of your actions. A corpse is functionally identical to an unconscious body—indeed, were it not for a single line of HUD text, they’d be impossible to differentiate at all—and sure, people might be a bit more screamy if you clobber them over the head with a blade rather than a blackjack, but what does that matter if you’ve already established you’re not interested in being quiet?

No, Thief II chooses instead to work with characterisation. Who, of the people you encounter throughout its missions, are your enemies? Not the tired watchmen trudging through the halls on a cold evening; not the harmless peasants, trying to prosper in an industrial revolution even as it crushes them between its wheels; not even the Mechanist underlings, suckered into a fad cult and set to work fulfilling Karras’s insane agenda. Your foes are far away, clinking glasses in rooms full of light and music, and most of them will never meet you face-to-face. What direct quarrel do you have with the guards who patrol the game’s moody locales, besides the fact that they’re between you and your goal?

Right. They’re not your enemies, so Thief doesn’t characterise them as enemies. Engendering sympathy to discourage murdering NPCs is hardly a novel concept, but Thief’s approach stands out, primarily because it’s less about pre-emptive guilting and more about subtle humanisation. While you creep around behind their backs, guards will hum, whistle, recite passages, moan about the cold, mumble to themselves, even wonder aloud when they’re getting dinner. You’ll find guards cracking jokes, trash-talking each other’s employers, discussing financial management, complaining about the weather, worrying about being replaced by the new-fangled mechanical eyes, and a thousand other ordinary things totally unrelated to the here-and-now of their work shift. They’re not goose-stepping around shouting “boy, I sure hope nobody stabs me in the back while I’m pacing back and forth, how would my wife and three children ever survive on the streets without a loving father like me?”; they’re just… well, bored, usually. Wouldn’t it be terrible to have to cut down a person like that, just because they made the mistake of investigating some footsteps a little too closely? Thief makes you want to stay unseen, not for your own sake, but for the sake of those who might see you.

And Officer Benny? He’s the epitome of this humanisation. Not only is he drunk, chatty, skiving off work and chewing the scenery with an unprecedented level of unhinged abandon, but through his babbling, he offers an insight into his attitude. There’s no black, tarry pit of hatred boiling away somewhere in him, fuelled by some personal vendetta, waiting to bubble over in fury at the sight of a wayward miscreant; he’s just doing what he’s supposed to. Benny sees himself as the cop in the proverbial cops and robbers: a figure of authority in a simplistic world, out to stop the scoundrels and ruffians in a game where everyone mutually agrees on the rules. His inebriated cry of “HEY, BAD GUY! You’re not s’posed to be here!” is born of this position, announcing what he sees as incontestable truths, spoken more out of convention than anything else. And what’s his ultimatum? Go home, or get stabbed. Go home. Even faced with someone absolutely, undeniably in the wrong, in his morally black-and-white world, his first thought is of telling them to scarper; to leave peacefully, without accountability or interrogation. He’s not smart, or nuanced, or even—if you catch his attention—particularly true to his word, but Officer Benny’s attitude is charming in its simplistic naivety, devoid of real malice or antagonistic ideals. For that, I could no more swing my sword at him than kick a puppy, and that’s why he holds Thief II’s formula together—along with countless other watchmen, guards and Mechanists.

Thanks, Benny. I hope your hangover wasn’t too rough.

Summary: Matt likes to think Neil is done saying things that will get himself killed. Andrew disagrees.

Relationships: Matt & Neil, established Andrew/Neil

Warning: This is very pointless and the proof that I can write fluff and crack of anything. 

Word Count: 1474

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Extra Credit: Part 1

You are in your third year of High school and you can’t wait to get out. People have told you that junior year is the best year because you would have history. Im Jaebum is hot and you have heard so many upperclassmen talking about him labeling him as, the really hot history teacher, and you have him as a teacher this year. But at first, you didn’t think he was hot. Few weeks later… You had a huge crush on him.

You’re late to school on the first day. Wow what a surprise. Not really. Typical of you to be late to everything you go to. Going through the day is boring but then it’s time for history. You knew what Mr. Im looked like because you’ve seen him in the hallways but u wanted to see for yourself up close. People always talked about him and made such a fuss! You havent seen him in the classroom setting but today you would. You were looking forward to class. You walk in and you just listen to him talk… Blah blah blah. “Good afternoon class” he said, “welcome to history class, I plan on giving a lot of assignments so do not complain.” You stare at him and think “he is not hot at all? He is attractive but not the definition of jaw dropping.” After class, you talk to your friends about the first day at the locker areas and your one friend brings up Mr. Im. “He is so hot I just can’t stop staring at him how am I going to survive this class?” she said. You snickered and laughed and replied “he is not that good looking as I was hoping.” Your friends mouths drop open. “i mean yes Mr. Im is attrctive but is he really someone to fangirl about. It just feels weird to fantasize about your teacher or find him hot and talk about him like this” you said with a laugh. As soon as those words left your mouth… Mr.Im turned the corner of the hallway and walked by your group with a straight face, then he walked into the copier room. Your friends begin to freak out, wondering if he heard what you said. Frankly, you didnt really care at the moment. You went home that night thinking everyone was being immature for fantasizing a teacher. It just freaked you out.

The next week he assigns a quiz… Name all 50 states of the United States. Easy 100. And you did get an 100 on that quiz. But then he assigns an online activity. Its only the second week of school! Like what the heck why are you guys already having homework and quizzes. Its not even a big deal you were just too lazy to do it. You complete it though cuz you cared about your grades. People in your school labeled you a nerd. Even your friends. But you didn’t care. The next day, you see he emailed you and told you that he will add extra credit to your average because you did such an amazing job on the assignment and he signed the email with a smiley face. Thats nice. But then you thought to yourself… How’d he get your email? Was your work on the online assignment really that amazing? Or is he trying to be flirty? Like why would you randomly get extra credit. You thought back to the story a senior once told you. She said, “Y/N there was this girl last year in the junior that kissed Mr. Im on the cheek and all he did was say “you’re gonna get me fired” and he just walked away… Can you believe that happened? I mean even though I think he’s hot doesn’t mean I don’t get jealous about it. I heard she did it for extra credit.“ Your friend who told you that story graduated and you missed her because you felt like situations like these, she always had an answer to. She always had the latest gossip too. You felt like you were overanalyzing the situation and he wasn’t being flirty at all. You felt so stupid for the thoughts that crossed your mind. It was innocent extra credit. That girl who kissed him was the one who was flirty and wanted the extra credit. You basically did nothing. You weren’t like her at all. You come to school the next day. Suddenly, you feel butterflies in your stomach while walking by Mr. im’s room. When it’s finally time for his class, you have butterflies again. You walk in and he asks to see you in the hallway. First of all, WHAT THE HELL. You literally just walked in his class and he wants to see you in the hallway? You walk outside the classroom and Mr. Im stands in front of you. You look at him. He’s wearing a nice blue coat with a white dress shirt underneath with a golden tie. You realize you’ve been staring at him and then it finally clicked in your mind… You thought he was really really hot. Wow.. All it took was for him to email you that you got exta credit for you to open your eyes and find him hot. "Y/N, your really doing well in my class and its only the second week. No one has ever put so much effort in my work before. They all got around a B+ for the quiz and the online activity. Thank you for your effort”
“It’s really not a problem Mr. im, thank you.”
You were making your way back to the classroom but then Mr. Im says,
“Wait, Y/N, aren’t you the president for the junior class.”
“Oh yes I am haha” you laughed nervously. YOU WERE TRYING TO GO BACK INTO THE CLASSROOM AS FAST AS POSSIBLE BUT HE WAS MAKING IT HARD. Such an awkward situation it all was.
“Perfect! You and your other student body members have to set up the hallway for the first school dance this Friday so plan to stay after school on Friday to set up the decorations”
“No problem we will be there!”
Great… You thought to yourself.. What a perfect Friday. Sarcasm. Another awkward situation. And now you think he was hot. You felt so immature for acting like a giggly high schooler. His face will make everything more distracting.

After school you went back to Mr. Im’s room with your friends Amber and Nicole. He is sitting at his desk and when you guys walk in he stands up. His shirt has two buttons unbuttoned and you could see a bit of his chest and says “oh I am happy your finally here, I’m going to change to more comfortable clothes. It’s so hot in here. While I’m gone, you girls can cut out these posters so we can hang them up.” After he left the room your friends screamed. He looked too good today. You were internally screaming. Why were you acting like such a high school girl for seeing a bit of his chest. Oh right… You were high school girl. More and more class council members walked in his room and began working for the school dance and Mr. Im walks back in with a muscle tee. OKAY TALK ABOUT ARMS. Work is continuing but then he suddenly calls your name.
“y/n can you please go get my phone charger from the teachers lounge I think I left it there and I only trust you with the keys. Seems like you’re the only one with brains” he said with a chuckle.
“Hahaha Mr. Im that was really mean. Other people have brains here. But don’t worry I’ll grab if for you.” You scurried away and walked toward the teachers lounge. As you unlocked the door of the lounge you fell. Someone left a water bottle lying around and you tripped over it. Teachers always are a mess aren’t they? You start lookin for the light switch but you can’t find it because its so dark. You reach your pocket to find your phone and realize that you left it in Mr. Im’s room. Wow today is your lucky day. You look for the light switch again and then you just give up. You’re searching around for the charger even though its dark and probably 10 minutes have passed. Suddenly you hear the door open and you are pinned against the wall. The stranger comes close to your ear and says “what’s taking you so long.” His voice is soft and you can smell a minty fresh breath. The voice tickled your ear and made you squirm. And suddenly the lights are on and you see Mr. Im’s face staring at you. His body is really close to yours and you feel the awkward tension. He is still close to your face and laughs.
“I thought you got lost or something or died. You were taking forever Y/N!”
You are stunned and super surprised and he just keeps laughing.
“I guess I really scared you didn’t I?”
You got really nervous all the sudden and stared at the ground and was thinking of a response. You felt strong arms engulf you and wiggle you around.
“Awh come on! I didn’t make you scared did I?”
He lifts your chin and with his index finger and stares at you. You can’t take it anymore. You grab his jaw and start kissing him. His eyes are wide open and you feel his mouth open and he is probably very stunned. You swirl your tongue around his lips and you feel his response and he finally kisses you back. You taste him for the first time and you realize you’ll never have enough. How can you kiss your history teacher though? Why were you doing this? Were you out of your mind? You felt like a slut but you couldn’t stop. You grip his back and your hands are moving up his back and all around. He kisses you harder and deeper. You can feel his soft lips against yours and you didn’t want it to stop. But then he pushes you off of him and stares at you angrily.

Day 2: Marriage - Chas and Robert dance at the reception (okay the drawing is technically not Robron but I also wrote a bit that includes both of them.)

Robert leans half against the bar and half against Aaron, their shoulders pushed together and his head nearly resting on top of his husband’s. He’s tipsy and exhausted but he’s determined to enjoy every single second of this because he doesn’t know when they’ll be able to be like this again. The speeches are long over now and he was right, Aaron did cry during his but he couldn’t deny that he shed a few tears himself when Aaron attempted to say a few words about him too. He honestly didn’t know that he could be this in love with another person. Another slow song comes on and Robert shifts to look at Aaron, their bodies losing contact with each other for just a brief second before Robert reconnects them, wrapping his hands around his waist, pulling him close. He raises an eyebrow and nods his head toward the makeshift dance floor where Vic and Adam and Belle and Noah of all people are slow dancing.

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