i'm sorta proud of these

Am I the only one that wants Tom to have a Hellfire moment sometime in the series and sing about his uncontrolled rage?

Probably.

“Come on Thomas, turn that frown upside down! Or else Fredbear won’t stop giving you bear hugs!”

“Oh no Fredbear’s gonna nuzzle me to death! Whatever shall I do hehe!”

“HA! I knew I’d get you to stop crying and to smile again!”

“ Y-yeah. Thanks sis. Honestly if you weren’t around I don’t think I’d be happy ever again.”

“Well it’s a good thing I’m not going anywhere anytime soon then right? Now come on, lets continue playing! Fredbear and Funtime Foxy have to get their treasure back from foxy in your room!”

“Alright I’m coming! That fox won’t know what hit him haha!”

A picture of the sister from SL cheering up her brother who was feeling blue. (Probably caused by the masked brother)

snarkycynicism  asked:

Okay so Boba wouldn't be caught DEAD doing something as ridiculous as singing, right? Except that one time Jonah would. Not. Sleep. And dear dad finally had enough, so he pulled out the last trick he had. And Leia caught him. Can I get this in one shot format? If you can't tell, I'm a sucker for Leia catching Boba doing that ONE THING that ONE time. It's definitely my kink, if I have one. Also, bonus points if Boba sings something his dad sang to him... Just saying.

The most amazing thing that Leia has learned from motherhood is that a ten-month old baby can give every appearance of being sound asleep, and yet when their parent makes an attempt to slip from the room, the baby’s head snaps up as if pulled by an invisible sting, and that’s when the crying starts.

Again. 

And again. 

Finally she went to her own bed, exhausted and on the verge of tears. “Just let him cry,” she snapped to Fett, who nodded without opening his eyes. 

Surely Jonah will put himself to sleep eventually. 

One hour passes.

And then two. 

He’s still crying. 

Finally she sits up with some desperate hope in mind that if she goes to him now, if she gives him a comforting pat or covers him with the blanket that he has most certainly kicked off, he’ll settle down and go to sleep. 

He has to be tired.

He has to be. 

Fett touches her arm. “I’ll go,” he says, and she doesn’t question it. Her head is already on the pillow, her mind devouring the thought of sleep like someone starved for food or water. 

She doesn’t know long she sleeps, time has been lost in her addled brain, but when she does wake, her husband is still gone from their bed. 

And then she hears it, and her first thought is that Jonah is whimpering, but it’s not a baby’s voice.

She leaves her bed. It’s not a distressed noise, necessarily, it’s just-

Singing. 

Someone is singing in a low, toneless voice. The words are Mando’a, but it’s not difficult to translate. It has the simple cadence of a children’s song. 

There’s a tree

In the woods

Cut it down

Carve it well

Make a spear 

There’s a rock

In the ground

Dig it up

Forge it well

Make a sword

She can think of only place Fett would have heard a Mandalorian children’s song. His father must have sang it to him. She peeks around the door into Jonah’s room. 

Her husband is sitting on the floor, his back to Jonah’s crib. His eyes are shut. He drags through the words as if he’s just barely awake. She touches his shoulder and his eyes open. There’s a question in them. 

She looks down into the crib. Jonah looks asleep. She shrugs and then holds out her hand to help him up from the floor. 

In the morning she’ll ask him about the song. 

He’ll say he doesn’t remember. 

Day 1 of #CrLadiesWeek! Today: Pike Trickfoot, gnome mother of all

I don’t have a lot of time with exams coming up, so most of these will be very simple full-body portraits. Sorry girls, I still love you though :(

Wings are hard, astral projection wings are worse. 

(Aquarel pencils, india ink, and some white paint for the highlights)

anonymous asked:

What if instead of killing Gabe, Sally just kicked him out. And then after BoO dark Percy runs into him on the street... Any ideas?

Oh boy

  • Percy’s coming home from school, taking the subway to his mother’s apartment when it happens.
  • The recognition is immediate, despite the fact that Gabe has gained even more weight and has lost all of his hair. 
  • There’s an immediate tugging sensation in his gut, his rage flaring, fists clenching, but he forces himself to calm down, to look way, and try not to focus that that sorry excuse for a man is sitting just across the isle from him. It’s been a couple of months since the end boo and he’s been training with Chiron to control the anger within him non stop - to not lash out and snap at every hurdle that the fates throw his way and he’ll be damned if Gabe of all things will be the reason that weeks upon weeks of practicing self control will be thrown down the drain.
  • He forces himself to remember that part of his life left more than three years ago.
  • But the rage is bubbling deep within him and he’s never been the type to forgive and forget.
  • It’s not Gabe that happens to be the deciding factor, it’s the little girl beside the man. It takes a moment to figure out why Gabe’s hand is clamped around her wrist and why he’s even with her in the first place but then it hits him like a punch to the gut.
  • She can’t be more than six and she’s sniffling, tears beaded at her lashes and an awful purple discoloration forming around her eye. His eyes narrow on the bandages that scatter her arms and he immediately thinks of the own glossy polka dot scars on his own arms - the permanent reminder of Gabe pressing a burning cigarette to his own flesh.
  • He realizes that Gabe has done the same thing that he did to Percy and his own mother. He has found someone else, some one else with a child, that he’s been abusing them . And if it’s anything like his own experience, Gabe has probably made it so that this poor family can’t escape from him… at least not without the threat of actually killing him - the only way Percy and Sally actually made it out the door.
  • So when Percy stop comes up, he doesn’t get off, instead he pulls his hood up farther to ensure Gabe won’t recognize him and feigns listening to music as he keeps a watchful eye on the duo.
  • Then finally, four stops later, they get off and Percy follows at a large distance. He’s not surprised when they end up at Percy’s old apartment, the very one that he and his mother walked away from more than three years ago. 
  • He waits until the little girl has entered the threshold before making his presence known. 
  • “Excuse me sir, but you dropped your wallet.”
  • Gabe pauses at the door way, glancing back towards the strangely familiar voice when he’s slammed into the wall, hands around his throat and door slamming shut.
  • It’s been nearly four years and Percy has changed so much, but Gabe can still see the same kid in the man before him. He’s taller, towering far over him and his face more angular, sharper, rougher, but there’s still a windswept mess of black tousled hair and there’s the same look in his green eyes - the same loathing and hate that use to make Gabe laugh when Percy was so young now strikes a deep fear into him.
  • “Remember me?”
  • Not only that, there is something even more wrong the boy. Something off kilter with the entire vibe he get’s from him - something that feels distinctly like predator capturing, toying with it’s prey.
  • “Because I sure as hell remember you.”
  • Then Gabe is burning, his mouth opening in a soundless scream because everything is so so hot and it’s as if his blood is boiling within his veins.
  • And when finally finally the light fades from Gabe’s eye does Percy let him go. He’s breathing hard, his entire body tingling with the raw power of what he’s done.
  • There’s no remorse, no guilt, nothing. In fact, there’s a dark happiness, a contentment, he feels with the deed. After all, all he’s done is rid the world of another monster.

McHanzo Week 2016, Day 2 - Domestic Life
I wanted to draw them painting each other the walls in their new house (does this count?)¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Tbh I don’t really like how it turned out but I still want to post something every day of The Week™, so here it goes, I guess

it’s all the same for dreamers,

it’s all the same for us.

anonymous asked:

i would like to hear what you learned from the interviews if ur willing to share

i asked people how language connects to culture and all the interviewees were from different cultural backgrounds. so i interviewed my italian teacher and she talked about growing up italian american and how dialects vary depending on where you live in any country and how getting to know other people eventually opens our minds to the rest of the world. i interviewed my friend who speaks russian and he talked about how his language connects him to his russian american culture and other russians. and then i talked to my dad and he talked about how losing his first language (tagalog) cut him off from a lot of his family and culture. so it’s all very interesting as language means different things to different people but it seems like language is a cornerstone of culture. it seems to be like a giant adhesive for those in the culture and those wishing to experience the culture often do not get to if they do not speak the language.

The person I usually work under is on vacation this week, so I’m sorta big boss of my area right now. I’m a little nervous about tonight, and usually I hate being in any type of ‘leadership’ role, but oddly, I’m feeling pretty confident about everything…

Domestic Sabriel #7/?
  • Mary: oh wow; so you and Sam... that just suddenly happened?
  • Gabriel: I wouldn't say 'suddenly'... it just kinda gradually turned into something more. You see, I sorta did some stuff I'm not proud of-
  • Sam: -you killed Dean several times over, toyed around with me, gave me genital herpes-
  • Gabriel: *grinning sappily* and then you fell in love with me.
  • Dean: *gagging* oh God.
  • Chuck: *appears with a half-eaten donut* yes?