i would like to blame

doodled a human orisa idea and efi as a lil’ warmup!! i know this is gonna be a popular thing to draw but i wanted to give it my shot!

Do you ever have a favorite kind of cereal? And it’s like the best cereal, and it’s pretty much the only thing you’ll eat for breakfast?


But then one day you run out of that cereal, and you can’t find it in any store anywhere?


So you end up eating something else for breakfast, which you tried once a while ago, and it wasn’t too bad, so you guess you can eat it until you’re able to find your favorite cereal.


But then one day you’re in the store and you think you’ve found your cereal, and you’re so excited that you just hurry grab it, and go home.


But then when you get home, you realize that you got the off brand/different flavor of your cereal.

and you want your cereal not this fake cereal, so you don’t eat it-

and you go back to what you were eating instead of your normal cereal.


But then you run out of that replacement food, and you still really need to eat something before you go take on the day, so you finally eat the fake cereal you accidentally bought.

and it’s not terrible, but you still would rather have your original cereal back…..


just, Has that ever happened to you? It’s happened to Black

“what?”

I like the idea of ???% signing even more than originally planned, i think i’m going to do more!

嬉しい 大丈夫 | ごめんなさい

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The Courts and High Lords of Prythian ~ The Day Court // Helion

“The sun is a daily reminder that we too can rise again from the darkness, that we too can shine our own light”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @queenofthyme!!!! I AM NOT LATE IT IS NOT YET MIDNIGHT WHERE I AM BUT ALMOST AAAH OMG

LOOK! I drew you this thing! Which… I don’t know why I did it, it took hours and a computer could have done a much better job. But I like it anyway, and I hope you do too! And I will send you a higher quality image if you want to use it for… anything. Which you are under zero obligation to do. 

But you ARE obligated to read the fic I wrote for you!!!!!!!

The Tail of Knee(zle) the Bard by Chicken Bake (me)

Summary: Being the master of a kneazle was absolutely horrible. (Or, Harry loves his kneazle to death even if he won’t admit it, and he’s extremely pissed that she keeps running off to Malfoy.)

Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Fluff, Humor, kneazle, uncreative naming, Oblivious Harry, Jealous Harry, over a cat though, not over Draco, nice arms, wanking, Mutual Masturbation, potted sunflowers, sorry these tags are not in order at all, Cheese, Soulmates, Flirting, ignoring quidditch, Awkwardness, UST, linny in the background!, happiness

I hope this was worth the wait and that it makes up for even 1/10th of what you did for my birthday!!! <3<3<3<3<3

Ok so like I think Roadhog and Junkrat are both probably really good at chess?? theyre always missing pieces though so they need to write down some of them on paper slips (They make silly bets every game too)

I would like to announce my pregnancy 🤰🏽… this picture is to blame

So like, I don’t know if anyone has brought this up before… But like, what would happen to Logic if Thomas were to get like a concussion? I mean some of the effects on the brain include amnesia, disorientation, or mental confusion, so Logic would probably have those symptoms along with the physical ones, such as nausea and poor balance.

@prinxietyhell @analogicality-sanders @darkness-anon

i like the idea of roy having never been really badly injured prior to lust stabbing him. hawkeye is an excellent bodyguard, so hes never broken any bones or been shot or anything. and before she worked for him, he just had scrapes and bruises and nothing major.

but then hawkeye has been shot and sliced and punched and kicked and burned and her body is covered in scratches and scars……but still, when she sees the scars on his hands and the burns on his stomach shed feel worse than she did when she got any of her own injuries

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 ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ, ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. 

imagine abusers going thru what you’ve gone thru, i bet they would be completely pathetic and react so much worse than you did and then they’d prolly do it to someone else too just to feel like it’s all justified, god, abusers suck

anonymous asked:

Remember the mall episode? Maybe before Pidge came along, Lance and s/o were checking out the shop?

Yeaaaahhh!!!! This is a short one bc I’m unimaginative


“Alright, 2 through 6! I’m counting on you to find those scaultrite lenses!” Coran adjusted his disguise, seemingly proud he was ‘blending in’. You and Lance shared a skeptical look over your glasses but said nothing as Coran continued, “Remember, you have no money. And no one can know who you are. So looking only! Got it? And don’t cause any trouble. This may look like a mall, but this is a swap moon. Swindlers are everywhere!”

“Yeah, yeah. We got it Coran. Just look around for one varga. No touching. No fighting. Keith.” Lance sniggered while Keith shot him an unappreciated “Hey!” and continued, “We promise, we’ll be good. I’ve got Y/N to keep me out of trouble.” He shot you a wink and you felt a warm blush rise in your cheeks.

“That’s what I’m worried about Space Juice.” Coran shot Lance a withering look that had your boyfriend cowering. “Just keep a low profile. Got it?” You all nodded, eager to ditch your babysitter, toss your ridiculous getups, and to explore some shops.


“Whoa! Hey, Y/N! Look at this shop!” Lance stopped in front of an empty store, his hand clasped in yours forcing you stop next to him. 

“Looks kinda sad…”, you mumble. It was a lot more empty than the other stores you’d seen. In fact, there wasn’t a single person in it. Just a lonely grey alien waving enthusiastically at his potential customers.

“Well…yeah, ok but look at what it’s selling! This is all retro Earth stuff!” He lets go of your hand and dashes in, his face lighting up with excitement and making him look like a twelve year old rather than a Defender of the Universe. You can’t help but smile as he starts going through a stack of ancient CD’s, his tongue poking out between his lips.

“Anything good?” You peek over his shoulder, resting your chin on it and enjoying his cologne. How he managed to smell like citrus in space he won’t let you  know. Lancey secrets he says.

“Yeah babe, look at this stuff! MCR. Fall Out Boy. Nickelback. Prince. Kesha. Oh my god, they have freaking Queen! This is like ancient history! You can’t even play this stuff on Earth anymore without some major internet searching.” You snuck your arms around his slim waist, content to hang out while he continued searching a new stack labeled ‘Reggae’. “Man. I wish we had money. I would give up my slippers for some Earth music. Even some oldies like this.”

He pauses in his searching and leans back in your arms with a heavy sigh, “I miss Earth.” His hands come to a rest on yours, nervously rubbing circles with his thumbs on your skin. You sense he has more to say, what with the way he’s chewing his lips and the downcast look in his eyes. So you patiently wait.

“Y/n? Do you–? Do you ever think we’ll make it home?” His voice is quiet and serious, a rare thing for Lance so it’s actually quite terrifying. You want to comfort him, to hold his face and kiss him senseless, to tell him that of course you’re going to make it back home. And sooner rather than later. But…

“I…want to believe…”, your voice trails off. You know very well that you and your friends could die any time you fly out. Any battle could be your last. And the chances of you all making it back to Earth statistically went down every time you survived. Eventually, your luck was going to run out…

“Nice X-files reference”, he snorts.

You roll your eyes, “Seriously? Lance! I thought we were having a moment!”

He turns around in your arms, his goofy smile back as he leans for a quick kiss, “And now it’s gone. C’mon! There’s Pidge!” 

He slips out of your arms and takes your hand, tugging you to the front. And you let him, setting a mental reminder to finish this conversation later. Maybe in a less public space.

 “Pidge! Hey Pidgeon! Look at all the cool Earth stuff this alien is selling!”

someone once impatiently asked when i would write a gay fic when what they meant was a fic with penetrative anal between cis men and it mostly made me want to write more lesbians