i'm working on the second part

anonymous asked:

Does anybody ever start dancing to the cafe playlist while working? I'm SURE Lance has done it once or twice.

Hunk: He can hold of during work for the most part. When there are no customers or when we are cleaning up though he works the slowest cause He keeps dancing.

Lance: When you gotta groove you gotta move!

Pidge: Keith is the second slowest cleaning up… for reasons.

A.N. I’ll leave it up to you guys as to what he was dancing to.

Dark god AU Part 1

Lincoln couldn’t believe his facking eyes.

Like a scene straight out of a movie, the moment he was summoned, the world seemed to get darker. They were just standing on a rocky cliff, the sun high above them as gentle ocean waves crashed against the rocky shore below. Now, grey and heavy storm clouds rolled out of nowhere and blanketed the sky, hiding the sun and threatening to send a cascade of rain atop their heads. The once gentle ocean now churned and crashed against the cliff side so hard, Lincoln was sure that it was trying to bring the entire rock face and them with it down to the bottom of the sea. Somewhere along the sea horizon, thunder rolled.

And there he was. Standing tall and menacing before them, surrounded by a thick, neon green mist that circled around his calves. His eyes piercing the dark like two cursed emeralds, dangerous and threatening, and even though all his instincts told him to look away and bolt like a wee barra into his mother’s skirts, Lincoln couldn’t help but stare back into them.

He was staring into the eyes of a god. The god. The god he had been warned to never be in contact with. The god that had more rumors spread about him than legends. The god that even the other gods, his own father included, never talked about.

The god that had been lost for generations, was standing right before his very eyes. Glowing, practically overflowing with unused ancient energy that seemed to course and surge around him like green venomous lightning.

All because some fourteen year old girl called him a Seaweed Brain.

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Why do we push SO hard to make our teachers leaders? 

Even part of my evaluation was ‘leadership’. I work my ass off in my classroom. I take the skills I’ve learned, or constantly seek better ways to teach. I care about my students. I care about the way I teach. I care about the way my students learn.

Every minute of my day is spent preparing lessons, going to meetings, teaching, helping students, contacting parents. Every teacher here knows how hard we work. Hell, we have so much work we bring it home!

Why is that not enough? Why is it not enough to focus on your own class and craft?

I don’t want to be a leader—I don’t have the time or energy. I am exhausted at the end of the day from just doing my job. I can’t imagine how coaches, club sponsors and student organizers do it.

So why is it not enough to be good at what you do in the classroom? To grow as a teacher?

I don’t want to sponsor a club—I’d rather focus on my classroom.

I don’t want to be an instructional coach—I want to focus on my teaching.

I don’t want to be an administrator—I want to stay with my students.

I don’t want to be my team leader—I have enough responsibilities.

Why is that not enough?

*Please spare me the ‘always growing’ answer. I get it, yes, we should always encourage professionals and teachers to reach higher, don’t settle, blah blah. But why is excelling and leading your classroom not as highly valued as the more visable types of leadership? 

Kara doesn’t have to do anything to keep herself in shape because the solar radiation keeps her strong, but she still likes to work out to tone her body (Kara secretly loves it when people admire her physique). One day she and Lena are scheduled to have lunch, but she’ll feel so much more confident if she works out first! So she works out and finishes her routine with hanging sit-ups in the main area of her apartment when the door suddenly opens

And then there’s Lena, speechless at the sight of a sweaty, ponytailed, upside down Kara clad only in a sports bra and athletic shorts; Kara is equally speechless as she’s mid-sit up and wide-eyed, not expecting Lena for another hour. And as they are both frozen in place, Kara realizes she told Lena 1:00pm instead of 2:00pm like she meant to and of course she would walk in without knocking, Kara’s apartment is a second comforting home to Lena, except oh my god it is so not comfortable now, in fact Lena has a very particular feeling of discomfort in a very particular part of her body because Kara’s toned body half naked and sweaty in front of her is her own personal fantasy

fucking feelings

“Please marry me.”

Snowy narrows his eyes but doesn’t answer.


Oh, for fuck’s sake. “What do you want now?”

“I’m say what I want,” Tater says. He’s a big shirtless basset hound in this bed, and Snowy wishes he had a bone or a chew toy to give him. “I want you marry me.”

“Right. Of course you do.” Snowy rolls over onto his other side.

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Steven Universe but only when Lars is on screen
Every frame has Lars on it, unless he's talking when the frame leaves him, then it's only off of him until he finishes talking. *LARS SEASON STATS* Season 1 ...

Idk why I spent a good couple days making this, but I loved seeing Lars develop into who he is now, and this video showcases it sorta?? I love Lars and it was sad to see that he only got 30 seconds of screen time in S2, and like 7 minutes in S3, compared to like 30 minutes in S1.  I kinda wanna do another character now but I’m not sure who yet.

  • Acnologia: Ok so Zeref got a lot of information on his backstory and motivation. When am I gonna get my part? I'm the second most important antagonist.
  • Mashima: Ehhh... I'm not gonna put your backstory in the manga.
  • Acnologia: ...pardon?
  • Mashima: Yeah, I can't really make it work...
  • Acnologia: Can't you just... have me mention it in my final fight or something?
  • Mashima: Noo... you see, I'm gonna put your motivation in this new movie we're making
  • Acnologia: Oh cool. So like it's gonna play a big role in the plot of the movie?
  • Mashima: Well, kinda but not really we're only showing it a post-credits scene
  • Acnologia: What? That's bullshit! Ugh, I hope it's at least a good one..
  • Mashima: Ok so let me give you a run-down: You arrive at what's later going to be called Crocus and you see a litte girl being attacked by dragons. It looks like she died but she isn't really dead. And then you decide to start killing all the dragons.
  • Acnologia: What? I was fighting in a war, I probably saw hundreds of little children get injured or actually die! This doesn't make any sense. Why couldn't I have started killing dragons because of, i don't know, a flawed ideology or the belief that all dragons have the potential to be evil. Or just plain revenge for my probably dead parents?
  • Mashima: Nah, little girl it is. Btw the movie is just a cheap rehash of that other movie except there's more ship pandering in it.
  • Acnologia: ......Suddenly that time-lapse doesn't seem like such a bad place after all...
Update, regarding tomorrow night’s post(s)

So no art post for tonight, still working on tomorrow night’s ^ ^;

Unfortunately the second part of the “Yurio Presenting” Arc comic of the Future!Verse ABO AU isn’t ready yet. It turned out much longer than anticipated, so I’ll keep chugging away at that ^ ^; But the rough is done and the first few pages started, hopefully next week. Maybe. I’m also starting to regret naming it the “Yurio Presenting Arc” because while it certainly starts focused on Yurio, it rolls into Phichit and Victor and eventually Minami and is therefore a more general “Closer to post-canon timeline, how they ended up in a poly relationship” Arc.

While there’s really no clean break, this “past” arc is in contrast to “There’s OC kids” era which could be as early as 4-ish years post canon for immediately after the birth of the twins, to as as much as 2 decades later when the kids are older. This is jumping literally all over the place, there are certain Big Events and Drama but in general it’s all very random domestic fluff/crack.

In lieu of not having Yurio’s presenting comic ready, I’ll be dumping some more OC kid stuff from this second era, including maybe some comics. I mean I love drawing pretty pics of the kids but what’s got me attached most is their personalities, so I’d like to share more of that ^v^)b

Other than that, I’m working on trying to beef up my Artist Alley portfolio so I’ll be trying to draw a few more NON YOI things, bc I’m clearly a well rounded artist who draws in a variety of fandoms and art styles, right?? AHAHAHAHAHa…ha…ha….>.>;;;;; Maybe I’ll actually get to merch previews too? Whether they actually become real things being a separate matter ^ ^;;

…are my immediate plans. _:(´ཀ`」∠):_ 

Not to be overly cheesy and stuff here, but I legit consider VIPs as my second family. It’s seriously the best, most chill and most accepting fandom I’ve ever had the pleasure of being part of.

Whether you’ve been here from the start back in 2006, or if you legit joined today, thank you for brightening my life, fam 👑

my mom, part four
  • Mom: *comes home from work and starts complaining about work*
  • me: *listens very intently and gives my reply*
  • me: *then proceeds to talk about my day*
  • mom: *starts looking at facebook on her phone and completely ignores what I'm saying*
  • me: are you listening to me?
  • mom: *delayed by 5 seconds because of a post of facebook* what?
  • me: you see, this is why i dont talk to you.
Imagine finals week with Jungkook
  • Him bringing you coffee to help you study
  • Him reminding you not to pull all-nighters and get plenty of sleep

  • You reminding him of the same thing
  • Eating ramun together at midnight

  • Him sending you encouraging texts before each final with things like 
  • “You can do it!!” and “I believe in you, babe!” 

  • And this:

A/N so it’s finals week at my college, and I thought I’d do this! Good luck to everyone on their finals, you can do it!

anonymous asked:

Drabble. Bucky's wife pregnant and he's on a mission always panicking even though she's like 5 months along. Or.. drunk bucky calling or texting his gf/wife adoring messages. Idk. I'm in the mood for fluff. Sorry

don’t be sorry for fluff! and these are great ideas. just a disclaimer: i personally have never been pregnant so obviously i have no idea what pregnancy is like. so if i miss the mark, i apologize. and i kinda like the second prompt too so i might do that in a different post. this turned out to be longer than i anticipated. i hope you like it! 

Originally posted by caps-bucky

You were supposed to be doing computer work. It was part of this “light duty” shit that Steve forced you on when he found out you were pregnant. At five months, it had become too difficult to explain away the prominent, growing bump as you just getting fat. You kind of thought he did it as revenge for not telling the team sooner. But you didn’t want it to be a big deal. You were having a hard enough time fending off the ones that had known already. Like Wanda, because she could read freaking minds and had known pretty much exactly when you did. Her extra attention to you had gone mostly unnoticed, as well as the way that she’d use her powers to get you things rather than have you actually get up and retrieve it yourself. Admittedly, it was kind of nice, but unnecessary. You explained to her that you didn’t want to sit like a bump on a log for the next nine months. She had backed off some after that. But she was only half the problem. 

The other half of the problem was the one who you let knock you up in the first place. You loved your husband, you really did. And when you showed him the pregnancy test, you had to admit you were nervous. It was just a year into your marriage; the two of you weren’t even out of the honeymoon stage. Which was probably why this happened in the first place. You had been afraid that it was too soon for a baby. Hell, you guys had barely even talked about it. Bucky had seemed indifferent, and you hadn’t put much thought into it either. So your voice trembled as you told him the news, showing him the pregnancy test and explaining what that little plus sign meant. 

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argent-maelstrom  asked:

So I am working on a story and want one of my protags to be a somewhat flirtatious lesbian. The problem is, I've never written an LGBTQ+ character before. (not for lack of want, I'm just a new writer) what are some ways to write a character that's not stereotypical and stands out among her two male teammates?

Hey there!

Your character will stand out if she has a different personality - her entire character isn’t just her sexuality. You can make her stand out just by making her personality unique and interesting!

To answer the second part of your question, here are things to keep in mind:

1. Not all lesbians have a bad relationship with their fathers/brothers/other male relatives. That stereotype arises mostly from the idea that lesbians are lesbians because they hate men, were abused by men, etc. etc. This is definitely not the case, and being lesbian really has nothing to do with disliking men.

2. Lesbians are not lesbians because we’re “not pretty enough.“ Again, this arises from the idea that being lesbian has to do with men. A lot of us have heard the phrase “You’re too pretty to be a lesbian!” or “Of course you’re a lesbian, it’s not like you have a lot of options.” Firstly, all women are beautiful, irregardless of what society may drive us to believe. And secondly, being lesbian has nothing to do with beauty.

3. Not all lesbians are tomboyish/masculine. There are definitely masculine lesbians and butches (like me!) but there are definitely also more traditionally feminine lesbians, as well as femme lesbians. To go along with that…

4. Not all lesbians are femme or butch. While butch/femme culture is definitely something that is a part of our culture, not all lesbians choose to identify with one of those labels, and that’s cool too!

5. Lesbian relationships are not heteronormative, no matter what. There isn’t a ‘boy’ and a ‘girl’ in the relationship - there are two women. It doesn’t matter if you have a butch/femme couple, they are not heteronormative. Just be aware of that.

Other than that, just remember that your character is her own character, not just her identity. Good luck writing!

-Mod Deryn


The Ghost and Mrs. Muir by @meteoratdusk

Done for the RvB Big Bang! It was wonderful working with meteor, and while I wasn’t able to get the pieces I wanted done by the deadline (work…it kills me…) I’ll be continuing to work on them, so expect more art dedicated to this amazing story.

Seriously, it’s incredible. Meteor’s Tex and York are wonderfully in character and well written, the atmospheric horror is impeccable, and the questions it leaves you with makes you desperate for the second part. 

pls read it, thank you

A promise once broken

There is a bit of dark Doctor here. Sorry. Really bad in every sense but forgive me. This is simply something i made up as i went along.

You had been travelling with the Doctor for a long time now, and cared very deeply for him. He seemed to be an amazing man. Even through all of the pain and horror of the war and even things before that and after. Losing all of his friends, one by one. You had promised him and yourself you would never leave him. He had gone through so much and sometimes all someone like him needed was a friend. You were of course devastated by Donna’s leaving, but you were more than willing to put your own problems aside for the Doctor, something you were sure few had ever done.

Recently though you couldn’t help but notice him seem to change. You had seen what Martha’s leaving did to him, but this was different. It didn’t feel like simply grieving to you. He just didn’t seem himself. And that was meant in the worst way possible. You had known he had a dark side, of course he did, he fought a war, but you had never expected it to ever see the light of day. Then, of course, there didn’t seem to be any light since Donna had left. Not for the two of you at least.

You watched him with wide eyes as he turned to make his way back to the base.

“Doctor?” You called uncertainly. He didn’t respond. You moved quickly to catch up to him and keep up all the way back. You should have known the two of you should’ve left earlier. This didn’t look good. Your fears were being confirmed as he seemed to ignore you back to the base and started barking out orders to everyone inside. You watched from the side, noticing with a frown that he gave everyone a job to do but left you out. You resigned yourself to watching him as he worked, trying desperately to collect your thoughts on what was going on with him and, not the least of which, how to help him. How to save your mad man from himself.

When Adelaide brought up the future and what had to happen, you had thought it might get through to him. One glance at his expression told you otherwise.

“Yes, because there are laws, the laws of time. Once upon a time there were people in charge of those laws, but they died. They all died. Do you know who that leaves? Me!”

You flinched as his voice became louder, finding yourself backing further into the corner where you stood, suddenly for the first time afraid of the man who had vowed to protect you.

“It’s taken me all these years to realize the laws of time are mine and they will obey me!”


The base shuddered and it took you a moment to realize it was you who had spoken.

“No, Doctor it doesn’t work that way. Why do you think those laws existed in the first place if they weren’t important. Laws do not obey, Doctor, no matter how hard you try, people do! That is how it’s supposed to work!”

“How would you know?!” He screamed suddenly. You knew you would’ve flinched and most certainly have fallen silent at that had you not been already too far gone. Like him. “You have no idea, (Y/N)! You’re just a human! Simple as that! You’re understanding doesn’t even reach far enough to know what you’re talking about right now! You’re simply someone i made the mistake to think could tag along!”

You felt anger boil under your skin at his words but decided with what little good judgement you were using to forget the personal stabs he was taking.

“I may not know the laws Doctor, but i know the universe has been just fine with someone around to follow them! I know you’ve been there to save the universe from countless others who said the same thing you’re saying right now! The laws are in your hands Doctor, but not for you to throw them away! How can you not see what you’re doing right now? How can you not understand you have to stop!”

“I don’t have to” His voice suddenly seemed calm, his anger reigned in below the surface. This, you knew, was when he was his most dangerous. You had never dreaming it would be directed at you. “I don’t have to do anything you say (Y/N). I never did. Because in this universe, I am everything”

The Doctor seemed to have had enough and stepped forward suddenly, standing inches from you so you had to look up to see him properly. His old and usually soft and loving eyes burned with something much different. Anger, no, rage, stared back at you in it’s purest form through his eyes. You suddenly found he was terrifying but you weren’t going to go that far just to back down now. You simply stared up at him defiantly, preparing yourself for whatever you could imagine him saying next. 

But you could never have expected what was to come.

“And you are nothing”

His words were barely a whisper but the impact of them spoken so close made them louder than anything you’d ever heard in your life. Everything seemed to stop, even as he turned his back on you and left to return to what he was doing. The exact thing you were warning him about. You felt tears sting your eyes as you stumbled back into the wall behind you. You ignored the brief worried glances of the few others in the base as they hurried about, following the Doctor’s orders.

You are nothing

The second you stepped foot in the TARDIS you had stumbled your way to your room, even as you were being flown out of an explosion. You knew what you had to do. If that’s what the Doctor really thought of you, he shouldn’t really care if you left. If anything, it should provide the kind of wake up call you had always depended on Donna to give him before. You quickly threw some of the things you had brought with you into a bag and looked around your room sadly.

You were going to miss this place, and you were going to miss him. But that was the problem. You weren’t leaving him, not really. He was already gone.

You left the rest behind, taking your small bag with you as you headed right for the console room. You sat on the jump seat, waiting for the Doctor to return to tell him to take you home. He walked in eventually and by that time you were sitting with your hands in your lap, your bag beside you and your eyes focused on your shoes. You saw him from the corner of your eye move to the console silently. He stopped and you waited another moment before speaking, taking notice of the fact that he obviously hadn’t looked at you.

“Take me home”

You saw his head move quickly as he fixed his eyes on you, but you kept yours firmly down.

“What…” It was barely a whisper.

“I said, take me home” You looked up then. “I mean, you don’t mind do you? After all, I’m nothing” He looked so different from before, the sadness and almost horror in his gaze threatened to make you stay. It looked like him again.

“(Y/N)…” His tone was soft, pleading even.

“No” You stopped him. “Take me home Doctor, i can’t do this” You returned to staring at your shoes and he said nothing for a moment.

“You said you’d never leave me”

His voice was barely a whisper but it echoes around the all but empty TARDIS, soon to be emptier.

“So did you” You retorted, somehow finding the strength to look him in the eyes. “But you have, Doctor. This isn’t you. You’ve changed. The Doctor i knew is gone. The Doctor I made my promise to, wanted to travel with for the rest of my life, is not here. And I’ve made a different decision for this one” You weren’t sure how you managed to get that much out without breaking down, but you weren’t about to crack now. “So, please, take me home”

The Doctor gave a solemn nod, moving slowly around the console as he piloted the TARDIS back to your time. He said nothing when you landed, tucking his hands in his pockets and staring at the base of the console. You sat there a moment before standing, still finding the whole situation too surreal. You looked up at him one last time.

“I thought i finally had you figured out” You said quietly. He didn’t react. “I never wanted to do this. But the Doctor who saved my life that quiet night in Cardiff isn’t the same man i saw today” You took a deep breath before continuing, the words you’d wanted to say for so long coming out so wrong in this situation. “The Doctor i love is gone” He looked up at you then, mouth open slightly and his eyes full of hundreds of years of sadness and tears.

You knew if you waited any longer you could cave and decide to stay, which was just about the worst thing to ever happen in this circumstance. Or so you reasoned.

Without another word you turned to the TARDIS doors and left them for the last time. You closed your eyes as you heard the door creak shut behind you. Composing yourself best you could, you walked away and into your dark and empty apartment, a single bag in hand. You heard the TARDIS dematerialize minutes later as you sat under the window in your still dark living room. Silent tears were running down your face as you sat there. But you didn’t care about what he had said to you, or even much so about leaving.

You cared that you had promised to save him. And you had failed.

P.S There will be a part two, if significantly smaller, at least, i think. I can never stop writing once i start, short stories never worked out well for me. Anyway, i am so sorry for this. Still no idea what it really is.

P.P.S The second part is very much fluffier and has a happy sort of ending

P.P.P.S still sorry

anonymous asked:

I work as admin at the front of the store and part of my job is answering phone calls. I Hate when I'm already helping someone over the phone, Clearly speaking on The PHONE, some douchebag comes right up to me and decides to ask me a million questions and gets mad when I signal for them to wait one second. I'm sure someone else is free and will be happy to help you if it's so damn important.

anonymous asked:

I live knowing she hates every single second of it. My favorite part is how she deletes every pics she's tagged on because she knows how ridiculous and ugly she looks. I'm starting to think that Louis is making her wear the matching shit to humiliate her. It's not like he have something to lose at this point and he knows perfectly well how vain and superficial she is!

It’s rare to see karma work so quickly, and I’m loving it.