idk about this oh well


yoo! here’s the djwifi piece i did for @a-little-light-zine ~ if you would like to see all the pieces in this zine, feel free to donate and pick one up while it’s still available~ 

also wanna say a huge thanks @littleblackchat for your ridiculous amount of hard work in making this zine come together ;0; it was crazy watching you work and i have a lot of respect for you //grovels profusely// ur a beast gurl

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The politics of dancing
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hockey tough is just regular stupid

in which a steeler doesn’t understand why bones is walking on his peg leg

(ps if someone else could please gif this like the struggle was real since i have no idea what i was doing or if this will work)

God it’s been a long time since I attempted to animate a thing

This was mostly a test for a bigger thing I wanted to put together, but since I only have so much time this weekend, this is as good as it’s gonna get for now.


hannibal season 3 finale + tumblr text posts (oops)

okay but the only marichat i can genuinely see is the kind where it’s not 2am balcony visits but just two people trying to find out what the other is like (in a non-romantic way more like who the hell is this person and what makes them them)

like marinette saying an off hand comment about chat being looked over all the time in favour of ladybug saying things along the lines of “they’re a team ladybug cant fight without chat” and adrien just being touched that his awkward school friend sticks up for chat?? 

like he wants to thank her but knows if he turned around and told her in class it wouldnt quite work out so well. but he’s curious as to what she’s like since she rarely gets a full sentence out around him when he tries to have a conversation

when chat knocks on the bakery door one day whilst her parents are out she’s curious about her partner. (don’t try to tell me people would talk because I present you the evillustrator ep where he just stood outside her door talking and no one saw) so she invites him in for some croissants or something.

at first its just like “a cat told me that you talked highly of me today i just wanted to extend my purrsonal thanks, princess.” and she just brushes it off like it’s no big deal but she’s also curious about what her partner is like. when hes not trying to show off for her or impress “his lady”.

at first it starts off as casual visits to the bakery timed when her parents are gone but when that proves hard they progress to afternoon/afterschool balcony visits. the visits are just two friends hanging out, laughing about any mutual interests they have (chat confessed he liked anime and mari confessed she liked cheesy tv shows and they each watch the other’s suggestion to get to know each other better). 

their interactions start to ooze into their other personas. adrien casually referencing a tv show she had suggested to chat and she barely even notices. ladybug mentioning to chat that she agreed that sunsets were the best time of day, even though he had only told that to marinette as chat.

slowly things start to trickle in about each other and only then do they put the pieces together. cue suspicion of identities on both sides. their visits becoming flustering messes because “the coincidences are too similar this definitely might be their crush it might be adrien/ladybug” but also hesitant because what if theyre wrong?

it all comes out of the bag when marinette and adrien are working on a school project together (they were paired up by ms bustier) and marinette casually goes “chat can you pass me that book over there?” adrien complies, not noticing for one moment she used the wrong name. 

five minutes pass before both realise what they had done. adrien is freaking because he’s like “oh no i let the cat out of the bag” punning even in the face of disaster when tikki lets him off the hook and reveals mari after she becomes too flustered with the words to say

they then are red in the face and bursting with happiness when they go to school as boyfriend/girlfriend

[Christmas time means Christmas fic.]


“I love my job, I love my job.” Stiles keeps muttering to himself as he walks into yet another store. “I love my boss, I love my boss.” Yesterday, he spent the entire afternoon on the internet and then tried to convince his boss that the stupid doll is not that amazing. Her daughter will love any doll, she’s two.

The thing is – he does love his job. And he does love his boss. She’s amazing and badass and the last time someone made a transphobic remark at Pearl she had security kick the guy’s ass. Literally.

But that was before she decided her daughter needed a Dora the Explorer doll. The doll that it’s impossible to find. Little Alma is two, she can barely talk and still finds Stiles’ face hilarious. She doesn’t need another doll.

“I love my job.” He repeats to himself, scanning the shelves almost desperately. He’s about to give up and go eat lunch because it’s three in the afternoon and he deserves it, damnit, when he finally spots the last doll.

It’s the twenty-third of December and Stiles feels like he’s about to cry.

“Oh my God. No.” He whines when some guy gets to the shelf first. “Come on,” he takes the guy’s arm, “I’ll pay you to give me this doll.”

The guy – shit, he’s hot – turns to Stiles, blinking confusedly. “What.” His eyebrows furrow adorably and Stiles feels his knees go weak. He stares at his unbuttoned shirt and the crooked tie and thinks it’s just his luck. He finds the hottest man on earth on the day he’s wearing mismatched socks.

“I need this doll.” He swallows, trying to regain at least some of his composure. “Like, really bad.”

The guy arches his eyebrow. “So do I.”

“No, you don’t understand.” Stiles insists. “It’s for my boss.”

The guy snorts. “What kind of job do you have?”

“Oh my God, no.” Stiles wants to hit himself. “It’s for my boss’ daughter.” When the guy keeps smiling, Stiles rolls his eyes. “Stop laughing, I’m desperate.”

“Well, maybe you should look at the store next door.”

“Already did!” When the guy opens his mouth, Stiles shakes his head. “I looked everywhere! Look, I’ll pay you, okay? How much, two hundred?” He takes his wallet, starts counting the money.

The guy blinks. “The doll is fifty bucks.”

“See?” Stiles waves. “Desperate.”

Hot-guy blinks again and then he snorts. “Here.” He hands Stiles the doll and turns around. “It’s yours.”

“But –” it’s Stiles’ turn to blink, looking between the guy and the money in his hand, “the money…”

“It’s fine.” He shrugs. “I’m feeling Christmas-y.”

Later, Stiles will blame his empty stomach but right then, the only thing he can think about doing is taking the guy’s face in his hands and kissing him. Hot-guy is clearly taken back and Stiles was expecting to be pushed away when the hand on his hip pulls him closer. He opens his mouth, lets the guy’s tongue join his.

They are both breathless when Stiles pulls back, several seconds later, and hot-guy licks his lips, looking like he’s already thinking about kissing Stiles again. “Thank you.” Stiles whispers. The guy only nods and Stiles feels a certain pride for being able to do that to someone. His phone rings in his pocket and Stiles jumps away, remembering why he was at the store in the first place.

“Hey, Scott.” He answers the phone. “Yeah, I’ll meet you for lunch.” He turns to look at the guy again, but he’s already gone. A dream? Stiles thinks, smiling to himself. It certainly felt like it.

He’s never been to his boss’ house before, but she invited him to the Christmas party and there’s no way Stiles could’ve said no to her, especially when she was holding Alma and the little girl was giving him her brightest goofy grin. “Look at this baby, Stiles. Are you really going to say no to her?” She had said, bouncing the little girl on her knee. Stiles didn’t.

Her entirely family is there, by the looks of it. He can hear kids screaming and laughing and when he rings the door bell, he’s greeted by an older woman who immediately pulls him into a hug. “Merry Christmas!” She says, smiling.

“Merry Christmas.” Stiles says back, hands her a bottle of wine while he holds the box with the doll with the other hand. “I didn’t know what to bring, so –” he trails off.

She laughs. “Thank you.” She ushers him in just as two kids run past them. “They are all in the living room, go greet the rest of the family.” Stiles nods, thanking her too.

He’s looking for Alma or maybe someone else he might know when he spots his boss in the corner. She’s berating some guy and her husband is laughing quietly next to her.

“I can’t believe you.” She’s saying. “You let another guy have the doll just because he was cute? Derek.” She brings her hands to her hips and gives him the patented Laura Hale Disappointed Look. “Alma is your niece.”

“Not just because.” Derek answers and Stiles immediately stops. He knows that voice. He kissed the owner of that voice. “He looked desperate.”

You.” Stiles finds himself saying before he can stop himself. They turn to look at him and Derek’s eyes widen immediately. “You ran!” He points at him, making Derek blink confusedly. That’s still cute, shit, Stiles wants to kiss him again.

“Stiles!” Laura’s husband calls. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” Stiles says back. “Here’s the doll.” He hands Laura the box and turns to Derek again. “I was going to ask your number!”

Derek looks between Laura and Stiles. “I don’t understand.”

“She’s my boss.” Stiles explains, stalking towards Derek. “You think I’m cute?” He smirks, ignoring the way Laura is looking at him like he’s grown a second head.

Derek blushes. “I thought you looked cute.”

Stiles arches an eyebrow. “So I looked cute then, but I don’t look cute now?”

“No.” Derek smirks.

“And how do I look now?” He steps closer, reaches out to touch Derek’s chest.

“Really hot.” He answers and they are so close now, Stiles notices Derek’s eyes are green and he has freckles on his nose. And then they are leaning in and Stiles can feel Derek’s breath –

Hey,” Laura interrupts, pulling her brother away from Stiles, “not in front of the kids, yeah?” She winks at the two of them, before walking away with her husband – who’s now laughing openly.

“Right.” Derek coughs, blushing harder now. “Maybe later?” He lowers his voice, smiles at Stiles again.

Definitely later.” Stiles teases, turning around to greet the rest of the Hale family and the little Alma – who doesn’t seem very impressed by the doll Stiles took so long to find.

Oh well, Stiles looks at Derek and smiles again. Merry Christmas to him.

What If...

Lance and Keith’s Family life was completely different?

-Lance still had his whole family when he was a child, but when Lance was 11 years old, most of his family was killed

-His dad had died the year before from some disease that America has an easy cure for but Cuba didn’t

-Lance only found out about the cure when he got into the Garrison

-His mother was driving some of his siblings to someplace when they got into a car accident and were immediately killed by the impact

-He and his older brother got put into the foster care system bc none of his cousins had enough money to take care of them

-They were split up in the system

-His English was not great for a while bc he never had the chance to learn it that well but then he got better

-Over time his accent slowly disappeared

-A few years later after his family’s death, he got a letter that said his brother had gone missing

-He acted like everything was fine though

-He never got into a real relationship bc everyone he had ever loved had died on him

-So he just flirted with everyone

-One of his foster parents were extremely homophobic but he only found out after he had said their neighbor (who was a boy) was hot

-He learned to keep his sexuality secret

-He covered the bruises up with concealer

-He lived with them for a year before he got moved again

-When he finally got into the Garrison he was bullied because he was Cuban

-He was constantly compared to Keith

-Keith who was born in America

-Keith who still had a family

-Keith who had real friends

-Keith who was a better pilot

-Keith who was (supposedly) straight

(we all know that Keith is gayer than a gay person on Tumblr talking about gayness while posting rainbows)

-When Keith ran away, his family came to the Garrison and and demanded that everyone search for him until he was found

-It turns out he had been trapped in a cave that he had been exploring for a few days

-When Lance went missing, no one cared

-He stayed out in the desert for a year by himself contemplating life

-But whenever he felt like he was in need of a trip to a mental hospital or the void, something, a warm feeling, would stop him (it was Blue)

-One day Keith, Hunk, and Pidge showed up on a stolen hover bike with an unconscious Shiro in front of his house-hut

-Cue the Voltron shtick happening and Lance still being compared to Keith and still feeling worthless and still flirting with everyone and being afraid of falling in love

-But then falling in love with Keith

-Mandatory klance bonding with all around angsty-ness

…and then everyone starts healing together,  the end

  • Person: are you okay?
  • Me: *thinking* in "say no to this" Maria sings "helpless" under Alex's vocals, and then you go back to the song "helpLESS" in act one and Eliza sings about being helplessly in love with Alex while Maria is using it against Alex to brainwash him to make him stay becausE as long as he pays he can stay but then you remember that Alex made less money as the treasury than he would've as a lawyer anD-
  • Me: I'm fine

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