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anonymous asked:

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🔥 - Vent

I got sent this emoji twice, so I’m answering it once because this particular issue is really irritating me: someone who I follow (doesn’t follow me though so no one worry!), keeps posting all sorts of CW spoilers WITH. NO. TAGS. I know at least a quarter of what happens now, of which I wanted to be surprised by but nooooooooooooooooo that son of a motherless goat has to ruin it for me. I would unfollow them too, but I really like their blog and it’s a huge bummer to keep seeing the spoilers and added cynical commentary, ya know?

Aaah, that feels better. Thanks, anon!

send me an ask?

A part of me is telling me to stop drawing FloatingHead Zorc with Bakura. Yet here I am drawing these two.

I just hope its not becoming another miniseries. I don’t want to tag laddershipping in these so many times. >.<

But…it’s actually fun to draw him??? Like, it’s a floating head! It’s so easy and I don’t have to think too much if he looks good or not (so lots of exaggerated faces, which I like). And no hair to worry about, just horns! And its fun to draw them, n_n

I…what?

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When it’s close to a con and you still haven’t finished Reapertale Chara. Resort to a think you have never seen before in your life.

I give you Fresh!Chara. I took reactive insight on what they could possibly be wearing since I haven’t seen any Fresh!Chara yet. 

I literally bought most of this today. The tights, glasses, suspenders and the gloves and the mood locket. The wig and knife where bought around November time I believe. The shorts where things I wasn’t comfortable wearing in summer and that t-shirt… Who knows. I need shoes and already have my eyes on a pair that I plan to get. For now the t-shirt is temporary. I think I’m gonna get something along the lines of this with the ridiculous panels but looking more 90′s style. 

But yes Fresh!Chara. Rest in piece anyone who encounters them.

Fresh and the Parasites that make you into a Fresh character belong to @loverofpiggies 

clarke has never been so happy to wake up from a dream in her life.

she keeps her eyes closed, squeezing them tighter to stop the flow of her tears. lexa’s there, warm and solid and in her arms, and she focuses on the way her hipbone feels under her palm as she takes slow, deep breaths. 

she hopes that lexa had nodded off, too; that she can’t hear her quiet sniffles, that she didn’t detect her whimpering in her sleep.

“clarke?”

well, so much for that. but it’s alright, because hearing her voice is just more proof that she’s here – that she’s okay – and clarke huffs out a shaky breath. she lets hand slide from lexa’s hip to her stomach, exhaling when her fingers ghost over smooth, taut skin.

“sorry,” she says, nuzzling the back of lexa’s neck. “i’m okay.”

(she wonders if lexa knows she can express the whole entire range of human emotions just by saying her name. she wonders if lexa knows it gives her goosebumps.)

the mattress shifts as lexa rolls over to face her, but clarke keeps her eyes shut tight. lexa’s lips are so gentle when she presses a kiss to each tear-stained cheek, and clarke prays that she doesn’t ask for an explanation; she doesn’t want to give her nightmare weight by putting it into words. 

“look at me,” lexa whispers. “beja.”

clarke takes a deep breath and opens her eyes and, just like that, the lingering remnants of her dream are gone. there’s a stitch between lexa’s brows but when clarke smiles her features smooth, and then she’s grinning back at her, shy and earnest. 

“i love you,” clarke says.

when lexa kisses her the tremble is back in her lips. clarke wraps her arm around her waist to steady her, palm pressing the small of her back, and when she slips her tongue into lexa’s mouth she tastes familiar, and the realization makes clarke’s stomach bottom out. 

both of their cheeks are wet when they finally part.

clarke,” lexa breathes, and clarke knows what it means. she’s always known. “i love you, too.”

there are no more nightmares, after that. 

averagerph asked:

" Ask if I'm okay. Just ask."

“No.” Lydia didn’t bother sparing a second thought to his request, because it was clear to anyone who glanced his way that Stiles was far from okay. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and the circles under them showed he hadn’t slept in days. He looked almost as rough as he had while the Nogitsune possessed him, a realization that sent a shiver down Lydia’s spine.

Even though she knew it wasn’t her fault, Lydia hated herself for being the reason for his pain. As if it weren’t bad enough that Stiles had to be possessed by a trickster spirit, he returned only to find his girlfriend couldn’t stand to be touched by him. Every time he came close, every time he reached out to touch her cheek or even whispered her name, she reacted violently. Whether she pushed him away, jumped back, or had a full on panic attack, she couldn’t stand to be close to Stiles anymore.

It was tearing them apart. Neither of them knew what to do about it, because it was all psychological. Lydia knew Stiles wasn’t the Nogitsune, knew he would never do and say the things the Nogitsune did, but she couldn’t stop her body from reacting the way it did. She loved him - really, she did - but she couldn’t even so much as let him hold her.

It wasn’t fair to either of them.

It was becoming obvious nothing could solve their problem. Time apart didn’t help, because Lydia still found herself desperate to be near him. She needed him close, just to know he was okay and untouched by the dark spirit from before. On the other hand, she couldn’t have him too close, or she’d go into a wild panic. It wasn’t fair to him, this constant push and shove, but she didn’t know what else to do. They were running out of options.

“I know you aren’t okay,” Lydia all but snapped, her eyebrows drawn together in frustration. “I can’t help it, Stiles. I’m trying. Can’t you see that? Can’t you see I want to be held just as badly as you want to hold me?” Flashing a glare his way, Lydia drug her fingers through her long locks, agitation seeping from every inch of her body. “Give me time, Stiles. Your lack of patience isn’t helping anyone, okay?”

So in the video game episode, I noticed that in the game at school Kims score is always the one right below Max’s. I was like, “Wow, Kim must be really good at this game too, he didn’t really strike me as the type.” But then I remembered, he said Max had been training all year, so who do you think he was training with? Kim got that good because of all the hours he spent practicing with Max. Gaming boyfriends, is what I’m trying to say.

Had an interesting conversation yesterday from someone who was trying to hook me up with an unnamed friend. Of course I wasn’t going to agree to go on a date with someone who didn’t ask me out nor was their name even given but…Let me tell you it’s okay to say no.

I still haven’t fully recovered after 2015. I still have a wierd relationship with some if my ex’s and I’m not ready to care for someone like that.

Yeah the last person I dated wore me out but I know I’m not ready to be in a relationship.

I’ve been getting sick a lot this year, that and I’ve still been emotionally exhausted from everything I’ve been through.

I don’t have the time or energy to give a significant other the love they deserve from someone and that’s okay.

You don’t have to date someone just because your single and they’ve indicated that they like you.

I said I wasn’t ready for the commitment and that was it.

Don’t let yourself be a pushover, especially when it comes to stuff like relationships because your feelings and opinions count.

Don’t put yourself away to make others happy when you know you aren’t ready.

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WHOA LOOK AT THAT THEY’RE ALL DIFFERENT HAIR COLORS BUt hey!!! i asked if you guys wanted me to make some icons like mine so i made three more and included mine in here! i’m definitely going to make more of different people tomorrow if y'all are interested. and these are free for anyone to use—all i ask is that you reblog or like this if you use them!

after several weeks of feeling depressed and dead inside i woke up today with such a good and i was even happy to go to school and be around people and then of course my mood has been ruined by 3 classmates who were sitting next to me and having transphobic conversation for 15 minutes about how people like me aren’t normal and that we don’t deserve to be treated equally. listening to that i could feel hope and positive thinking leaving my body and rn i feel like shit again. 

I Think I Have an Idea

The inspiration to write this hit me last night after all the amazing Captain Charming moments we got. This is my first OUAT fic (like ever), so I’m really nervous about posting it. I hope I did them justice and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it! Also, totally unbeta’d, so I apologize for any mistakes!

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It’s when he goes to return the book to where they’ve been hiding it that he notices. It’s only a glimpse of an image buried under other scattered pages, but it’s enough to spark Killian’s curiosity. Setting the storybook aside, Killian steps over to where Henry has been messily piling up his Author handywork. He extracts the one page that had caught his attention, the small corner of the picture revealing a sight Killian would rather soon forget. His eyes widen as he takes in the artwork, flipping it over to see the words neatly printed on the other side.

Brow furrowing, he lowers his arm, the page still firmly grasped between his fingers. His mind replays the events depicted on the paper unchallenged as he makes is way over to the stairs leading back to the rest of the loft. Killian slowly descends, stopping near the bottom so he can take a seat on one of the steps.

David looks up from where he’s still sitting at the table. “Hook?” He questions, the concern evident in his voice. He pushes back from his chair, crossing the short distance to where Killian sit. “What’s wrong?”

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  • Character usually shown in casual outfit:*wears formal outfits or uniform of some kind*
  • My brain:+50% aesthetic appeal
  • Character usually shown in formal outfit:*wears casual clothing*
  • My brain:+100% aesthetic appeal
  • Character who usually wears only one outfit:*wears literally anything else*
  • My brain:+150% aesthetic appeal
  • Character who usually wears jacket:*takes jacket off*
  • My brain:+1000% AESTHETIC APPEAL!!!!!

shadinathepurplesmallperson asked:

I made you cute flower coats for the winter. I didn't know what your favorite color was, so I made one hundred coats in different colors. They're all yours. *Dumps them all on you.*

*…

*Wow, that’s… Really something.

*You realize I don’t have arms or anything?

*How am I supposed to put any of these on?

*…And now I can’t even tell which is which.

oh boy it’s time to rant about TOME mechanics woohoo

WOW I am so confused now about the actual show mechanics because i’ve just found some damning pieces of evidence that things just don’t make sense

check them out if you dare

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yesterday was pretty intense, and lasted 48h. I still can’t quite believe it’s over. Richard III was good, though, and I only fell asleep twice.

I slept for 12h, yet feel like I could sleep for 12 more. but I can’t because I’M SEEING CIVIL WAR TONIGHT!!! super excited about that. y’all been talking about how great it is, so I have expectations.

now I will put on some nice music and FINALLY READ HAMILTOME. I’ve read a few pages in-between coursework but I’m happy to finally read it cover to cover.

and then… I’m not really sure what to do with myself. over the past week I’ve had so many ideas of what I’d rather be doing but now that I don’t have any deadlines (except the exam but that’s 2 weeks away) suddenly I don’t want anything anymore.