if you don't like it that's ok

the purpose of this poc meetup is to give representation to the people of color in this fandom. the majority of people seen in meetups are white and i’m just trying to show the other side of this group. so if you are really unsure whether or not you “belong” in this meetup send me an ask but otherwise just make a judgement call. if you were to post during this day meant to celebrate people of color, would you overshadow them? or would you be adding to this cool meetup?

  • ---Outside Keith's Room---
  • Lance: Hey, Keith? Buddy, you in there?
  • Keith: Go away Lance.
  • Lance: //Enters anyway//
  • ---Inside Keith's Room---
  • Keith: I don't want to talk Lance, just leave me alone ok?
  • Lance: Hey, nobody's seen you since breakfast, who said anything about talking? I came to make sure you hadn't died or something.
  • Keith: ....
  • Lance: But we could always talk since I'm here now anyway. //Sits on the bed//
  • Keith: Lance-
  • Lance: C'mon man, everyone's worried about you. You barely show your face around the castle, and whenever you do you avoid everyone like you're on some kind of stealth mission.
  • Keith: //Scoffs// Nobody is worried about me, and I'm not avoiding everyone... I just...
  • Lance: //Frowns// Keith, we're a team, if you're upset, we all feel it. The whole team's out of whack. Just talk to me - despite what Pidge might have told you, I am great with feelings and junk.
  • Keith: I don't - It's just - Ugh, it's just easier not to see everyone judging me, and hating me if I'm not around them, ok?! I don't care what you say, I've seen the way they look at me - and I look normal now, but what if it gets worse? What if I do start going purple? Or I sprout fur or something stupid like that. How would they look at me then? I'd be just another Galra....... Lance, I don't think I should be on the team anymore.
  • Lance: Wait what? Are you kidding! You think you should be off the team? The team that the Red Lion chose you for? That's crazy! Keith, you've saved everyone's butts loads of times, what would we do without you? How would we form Voltron? And you know, keep the universe safe?
  • Keith: You'd find someone else-
  • Lance: There is no one else Keith! *You're* the Red Paladin. So what if you're Galra? ... Well, sure, there's the whole being a member of the race that's 'trying to take over the universe, destroy entire civilisations and trying to kill us all the time' thing but-
  • Keith: Great, that makes me feel much better.
  • Lance: Well when I say it like that it sounds bad, but that's not all you are. You're Keith first, before any of all that. It's just been a bit of a shock - it's raw you know? Everyone will come to terms with it, trust me... Like I don't know if you've noticed, but Hunk's pretty much got an alien girlfriend
  • Keith: What?
  • Lance: Sure, nobody's judging. And we've all seen Shiro's badass glowing arm thing - also Galra I might add. Does it make us think any less of him? No way! And I'm also convinced Pidge is part computer, I just don't have any proof yet.
  • Keith: //Smiles//
  • Lance: Allura's probably gonna take a little longer than the rest of us, but she's still hurting, and hey, she's like over 10,000 years old, she just needs to get with the times. Like, Galra Keith? Whatever, am I right?
  • Keith: ...... //Chuckles// Thanks Lance.
  • Lance: So don't worry, just come back to the team, we miss you. We've all got our little hang ups and stuff, so it's ok
  • Keith: Yeah, everyone except you - you're perfect
  • Lance: Uh-
  • Keith: - ! //Flustered//
  • Lance: //Flustered as hell//
YOI Characters as things my classmates have said
  • Yuuri: You think I'm innocent but you should see me in a group chat
  • Viktor: Guys I think I'm gay but I'm not sure yet-- never mind I'm sure I'm gay
  • Yuri: I'm 5'2 but I'm still ready to fight someone
  • Otabek: Wow y'all think I'm a gentleman but wait till you see me swallow a quesadilla whole
  • Phichit: What's your Snapchat? I don't have one I just want to know for future reference
  • Chris: I got an A on my science test and I'm ready to bust a nut
  • JJ: I may look cool, but on the inside I'm just a soggy pile of worthlessness just like you guys
  • Leo: I might have failed three of my classes but that's chill. Im chill
  • Guang-Hong: *in a squeaky voice* I'll shank you
  • Georgi: I don't know whether or not I've had two girlfriends in the past month is good or bad
  • Seung-Gil: I'm great at parties. I mostly just hide in the corner and hope nobody notices me. It works like a charm.
  • Michele: No homo but guys are really pretty
  • Emil: Yugi-Oh is for babies; I play Magic the Gathering like a real man

when he looks away

huge, huge thank you to by beta best friend for reading this, encouraging me to write more and actually post some of it; and of course @roxanncweasley and @jiilys, my writing idols, for unconciously inspiring me with their own fantastic work;

He’s all you notice at this point.

In class, when your not long ago ‘best friend’ shots a parky comment at him. He wants to talk back, you can see it. He wants to, he needs to defend himself, his friends, those like you. He can’t stand him, it’s clear as day. That vein on his neck is pulsing like crazy. His hands are fists now. He picks his head up and you gasp at the rage in his stare. You sees his eyes shot fast in your direction and in a second they’re soft again and it’s like he suddenly acknowledges he’s in a classroom with twenty other students, all watching him, all expecting the fight. He slowly unscrews his hands and flats them on the desk; they’re trembling. You sigh. His head is lowered again, Remus wispering something rapidly in his ear. He nods in approval, the corners of his mouth twitch. Mr Binns goes on. A few minutes later you catch his eye and, he smiles.

In the library, on a table in the opposite corner of the room, where they’re sitting, trying to dull their laughs as Madam Pince walks by, all staring at a piece of pegament. You can’t really tell from here but it seem like whatever’s on it is moving. Remus is extending a hand and shaking his with a tempered smile that reaches his eyes. Pettigrew is clapping him on the back, grin splattered all over his features. Black grabs his face and mockingly tries to kiss him. He laughs and pushes him away, a sly smile on his lips and she can almost hear him say ‘not here pads, there are people watching! I know I’m so charmingly handsome, but please contain your urges!’. His smile is bigger than his face as he shrugs and explains something to the rest, hands gesticulating as he speaks. There’s so much pride in his eyes he looks like he might just explode. He gases at you and stops talking what looks like midsentence. The others turn around to look at you; Remus waves, Black winks playfully and Pettigrew just shakes his head. His smile doesn’t leave his face as he takes one of Remus’s chocolate bars and throws it at you. You catch it the last second, look at him and smile back. As he returns his attention to the pergament you can swear you see reddness creeping its way towards his face.

On the pitch on a sunny Friday afternoon right after classes while he’s loosening his tie as the eight of you sit on the freshly cut grass, Marlene in Black’s, Sirius’s, he demands, lap. Dorcas pulls out two bottles of vodka her sister mailed her and takes a bold sip from one, trowing the other at Peter. Screw dinner, you think. Screw the rules. Soon everyone is laying in a big mess of tangled legs and arms and hair, laughing at everything and nothing at all, forgetting for a moment. The late april wind blows in his hair, making it even messier than it is, making it look like he’d just shagged, making you want to shag him but really you’re just drunk, you tell yourself. His glasses are crooked and dirty but his eyes are sparkling and his smile is lopsided and he looks like he’s drunk on pure liquid joy, no diluent. You look at his long delicate fingers, knuckles bloody from Tuesday when the Blacks’ family owl delivered Sirius a letter and his fist almost made a hole in the commor room wall. You look at his sneakers, covered in mud as if he’s been running in the Forbidden Forest for two nights straight. You look at his muscles under the rolled sleeves of his shirt, his tan skin, the purple and blue veins underneath. You look at his eyes. They’re looking too. Shit, you think, but his eyes don’t tear from yours and you can’t make yourself look away. He’s all you can see and you both don’t notice that Marlene and Sirius are long gone, probably in the now empty boy dorm doing Merlin knows what or that Mary and Dorcas are kissing and giggling unnoticed a few meters away or that Remus and Peter are now walking around the pitch trying to clear their heads and be at least a little bit responsible. No, all you notice is each other and the stars in his eyes and the flowers in you hair and your love. And sure, it is a little reckless and a little dangerous, and there really isn’t anything, but it’s okay cause you won’t remember it tomorrow morning, right? All of a sudden something bubles inside of you and your smile turns into laughter because how could i be so oblivious and there’s clearly something, there’s everything and you realise why your stomach is always in knots when he’s around and why your troat tightens when he gives you one of his shit eating grins and of course. Of course I’m in love! He’s starts laughing next to you on the hard ground too and your eyes fill themselves with tears as the sunset sky opens and swallows you both.

In the common room, in the little hours, when even the wind is silent, the fireplace is long cold and you’re sitting alone in the armchair next to the window, trembling, thinking how fucked up the world truly is. You hear his tiptoes on the old stone stairs of his dormitory carrying the history of so many other lives before yours. He yawns and stretches his lean arms over his head, but you don’t turn around. You hope he won’t notice you there, that he’ll simply get his forgotten charms essay from the table near the fireplace and go back to bed. ‘Lily!’ you hear him inhale shortly and then… he’s gone. You want him to be but you can’t help feel a little dissapointed after all. You’ve told yourself so many times not to think abot him that way, to accept it’s pointless, that he doesn’t love you anymore, and even if he did what’s the point, it would never work out, not now. But it’s still hard and you know it will always be. You feel a blanket around your shoulders and you abruptly turn around to face him. He’s looking down at you with worry in his eyes and a line between furrowed brows. You open your mouth to say something, anything. ‘Don’t.’ He’s wispering. ‘You don’t have to explain. I know.’ He sighs and sits on the armrest, looking out of the window. You turn back towards it and lean your head on his arm. ‘When did everything become so complicated.’ It’s not a question. More of a statement, an unheard plead for things to go back the way they were, to normal. He signs again, harder this time, louder. He seeks your green, green eyes, stares deep into them, almost like he’s at loss of words. Almost like he’s lost himself in them.

You’re breathless.

askshadowandothers  asked:

Greetings I very much enjoyed your art it's beautiful!!! Hey uhh.... Would you mind making Um. Mido x Mujo. But if you don't want to that's completely fine I won't mind. Just keep being awesome m8!

actually  I’m the person usually drawn yaoi,before I like ayano \True love/

Only one time,ok?

  • Armin: You want some candy?
  • Castiel: Woa, Armin, didn't took you for the sharing type.
  • Armin: Uh, ok. So... do you want some?
  • Castiel: What is your problem?
  • Armin: ?
  • Castiel: You can't just say things like that.
  • Castiel: You can't just walk around offering your girlfriend like that, she's not your ho!
  • Alexy: Did he just called Candy a ho?
  • Armin: Not my ho, tho.
  • Candy: Who's a ho?
  • Alexy: You.
  • Candy: What did I do?
  • Armin: I don't know, I just got some M&Ms and Castiel kinkshamed me.
  • Alexy: Poligamy isn't a kink.
  • Rosalya: What is happening?
  • Candy: I have no idea, something about me being morally questionable and chocolate.
  • Alexy: Now that's a kink.
  • Lysander: Why is Castiel crying on the floor?
  • Alexy: He's being crushed by the weight of his regrets.
  • Armin: This is ridiculous, when I bring cookies Kentin doesn't freak out thinking I baked his dog.
  • Kentin: Did somebody say cookies?
  • Armin: See, he gets it.
  • Armin: Why you have to be like this, Castiel?
  • Armin: Why?

anonymous asked:

Hey uhh... I don't wanna bother you...but... is it bad that I want to live despite not being worthy of living? I feel like I'm dying inside and I shouldn't be. I have an ok job,my family love me, and I have good friends... So why do I feel like if I died everyone would be happier without me? I've tried to find ways to "leave" but whenever I do I get scared and back down,then I yell at myself for being selfish for wanting to live.

no, buddy, thats not bad at all. thats a good thing. hang on to that. 

somebody once said that where there’s life, theres hope, and they were right. as bad and awful as things feel and actually are sometimes, as long as youre alive theres opportunity to get better, to be better. if you’re dead, there’s not. sometimes theres no explanation for feeling like garbage, you just do, and it sucks. 

i had an interesting discussion the other week with my therapist about being defined by what i do, not how i feel about myself. we talked about how it can be helpful to use the choices that you make to help define what kind of person you are. if you’re a person who thinks you’re bad, but who does good things, are you bad or good? externally, you’re a positive force in the world. thinking of the ways that i can and have improved the lives of the people important to me helps me fight that nasty voice that tells me the world would be better without me. (and being helpful to them makes me feel like less of a burden when i have to ask them for help. which isn’t a burden, really, but it makes me feel better about asking.)

and if there’s anything i know from having run out of chocolate, it’s that not having something you love never makes you happier than when you do have it. if your family loves you, they wont be happier without you. 

hold on to that strong, surviving part of yourself. feed it with good stuff. that’s how you can make it through to a better mental place. if you give in to the nasty, you’ll never make it to the nice. living is never selfish. 

man, this got a little heavy, sorry. i didn’t want to leave it unanswered, though, so here we are.  on a much lighter note, today i watched thor accidentally set a car down on his own foot, and i learned a bunch of swear words in asgardian. sometimes it’s the little stuff that makes me glad i’m still here, living life. 

  • Them: What are you thinking about?
  • Me: Nothing
  • Me, internally: ok so when the newsies printed the newsies banner they did that in the middle of the night until morning. did the jacobs' know where their kids went? why did davey let his 9yr old brother pull an all nighter? all of the newsies pulled an all nighter, why did they not look fucking dead the next morning? and then they all went and sold papers that day? that's like 40 hrs without sleep? how??!?!?!

uniidust  asked:

yo!! I was just wondering;;; if you had any tips on drawing dudes!! I have a beefy boy of mine I've been dying to draw a full body of but I can't seem to get it right!! if you don't have any that's ok!

Well, step one is to have way too many pictures of just men, random men, sometimes half nude, too many to the point where you should be mildly concerned. 

Seriously though, lots of references. Men have an incredible amount of variation, in terms of body type, so really search around for types you like, or that fit your character. 

The main difference between an “average” body type, and more heavy set one is how solid it looks. This includes eliminating any sense of structural fragility, broadening it, and just messing around with how fat plays with the body. 

And when thinking about muscular bodies, consider which areas are more defined than others, how much weight is on the body, etc. For a more stocky muscular type, keep it round. 

So when I’m drawing any sort of guy, there’s a list of what I normally keep in mind. But definitely look around, see which body types strike your fancy more than others. Play around with it! And thanks, hope that helps! 💙

anonymous asked:

Uhm i don't wanna seem rude but i hope your okay ,(god idk how that's supposed to sound rude I'm sorry) i just saw that your uhm videos are unlisted i just hope that you are all right is what I'm trying to say sorry it must be annoying Getting asks like this I'm sorry uh but that's what i was trying to say uhm sorry if i botherd you sorry

its ok dude ur not bothering me!! tyvm for the concern i appreciate u ♡

โ—Ÿnight in the woods — sentence starters — part 1.โ—

a collection of sentence starters from the game night in the woods.

  • ❛ I mean, I didn’t expect a party or anything, but I figured someone would be here. ❜
  • ❛ Who steals a phone? ❜  
  • ❛ Gotta get political every now and then. ❜
  • ❛ I get spooked when I’m here by my lonesome. ❜
  • ❛ I always rig it when I’m here after hours. ❜
  • ❛ Guess I’m walking. Alone. ❜
  • ❛ Through the woods is home, my bed, and my negligent parents. ❜
  • ❛ Ugh, this is some dank nature. Dank nature and garbage. ❜
  • ❛ I could have died! That was amazing! ❜
  • ❛ I am not gonna die in this hole. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t think I have the upper-body strength to climb this… ❜
  • ❛ This entire area is so full of romance. ❜
  • ❛ I definitely remember barely growing since then. ❜
  • ❛ I say hi for no one! ❜
  • ❛ Eff the cops! ❜
  • ❛ I was so cute back then. We were all cute back then. ❜
  • ❛ I have a zombie resume. It’s dead, but somehow it’s still going all over the place. ❜
  • ❛ This isn’t even a restaurant. It’s a crappy food stand in a hole. ❜
  • ❛ You know what else has been in a hole for 50 years? Dead people from the 60s. ❜
  • ❛ Too bad you didn’t lose all your limbs in a freak soda machine accident. ❜
  • ❛ That’s not drums, that’s computer. ❜
  • ❛ I just wanna die anywhere else. ❜
  • ❛ Anywhere— just not here. ❜
  • ❛ Dudes, haven’t you heard of the pizza scale? ❜
  • ❛ Is that an arm?! ❜
  • ❛ Let’s poke it with a stick! ❜
  • ❛ You know me, with the bad memory. ❜
  • ❛ Okay, really ______, don’t poke dead body parts with sticks. ❜
  • ❛ No one’s forgotten who you are and what you did, you know. ❜
  • ❛ Small town polite’s all you got, kid. ❜
  • ❛ Well, that was really interesting, but I need to go listen to my cells die. ❜
  • ❛ This is an error so bad even I wouldn’t make it. ❜
  • ❛ I was thinking about the ocean, and then I put cups on my ears, and it sounds like the ocean. ❜
  • ❛ How does an arm end up on the sidewalk? ❜
  • ❛ Cute guys are overrated. ❜
  • ❛ Welcome to our apartment. I could have been in my underwear. ❜
  • ❛ Hey dude, don’t wear pants on my account. ❜
  • ❛ We’re just atoms, and our perception of reality is just chemical reactions. Take those away and poof— there goes the universe. ❜
  • Client: Wow, guess Trooper isn't gay!
  • Me: I'm sorry?
  • Client: He is really fighting that thermometer! We always joke that he's gay but guess not.
  • Me: I don't understand.
  • Client: You know...
  • Me: I'm afraid I don't. Please explain to me.
  • Client: I mean... like... you know. Gay guys like things in their butts.
  • Me: Ooh ok. So all gay guys like anal penetration. That's what you're saying?
  • Client: Yeah. They love getting things up there.
  • Me: I'll have to tell that to my boyfriend.
  • Client: Wait. Oh my god. I-I am... Oh my god.
  • Me: I'll go get that rabies vaccine.
2017 Phan

I like how the phandom has decided that 2017 is the year Dan and Phil will come out, move and get a dog (also possibly get married but like honestly isn’t that supposed to happen in 2022?). And whenever Dan and Phil say they’ll do anything (upload a video, do a joint lveshow etc) we get really excited and we’re like ‘YES, this is IT, guys. They are coming out as a couple. They are anouncing that they got a puppy, they got engaged and that they will soon move. I know it. I just KNOW it. I CAN FEEL IT!’. And then it ends up being just another pleasant, domestic, funny video and we just stand there like ‘wut’ for a bit and then we find a new thing to scream about (eg THEY WERE NOT WEARING ANY PANTS)

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strawhats + famous seas  (insp)

Promptis imagine for my chocobabies
  • Prompto and Noctis are laying beside one another in the tent. Ignis was sleeping behind Noctis, and Gladio was at their feet. The tent was filled with the sound of their breathing and Gladio's snores.
  • Noctis feels a bit of movement beside him in the middle of the night that shakes him from his sleep. He opens his eyes slightly and realizes it's Prompto. He's whimpering, and mumbling a bit in his sleep. He almost sounded like he was in distress. Noctis sat up, and put a hand on Prompto's shoulder.
  • Noctis: Pss... hey... Prompto... hey. Wake up.
  • Prompto jolts out of sleep in a bit of a panic. He was panting as if he had been running from something. He makes eye contact with Noctis.
  • Without a word, he leaps at Noctis, wrapping his arms around him tightly. He hit Noctis with such force, it knocked him on his back. Ignis moved a bit, readjusting himself. He didn't wake up miraculously.
  • Prompto: Noct... hah... hah... you're here...
  • Noctis: yeah, where else would I be?
  • Prompto nuzzled Noctis' chest.
  • Prompto: I... I had a nightmare... I was... I was running in darkness... and I couldn't find you... I couldn't find anyone. It was awful. It felt so real... thank you for saving me from that place. I couldn't get out.
  • Noctis furrowed his brows as he placed a hand on Prompto's back. He began to rub it to comfort him.
  • Noctis: It was just a nightmare. You're ok. That's the 3rd one this week. Something on your mind?
  • Prompto grew silent.
  • He took in a deep breath.
  • Prompto: .... Noct.... you... you wouldn't understand.
  • Noctis: What makes you think that I won't understand? Try me.
  • Prompto lifted his head from The prince's chest, and looked him in the eyes.
  • Prompto: I ... don't know where I would be... if it weren't for you, Iggy, and Gladio. I feel.... I feel like I would be ... drifting. Lost in darkness. You... you have no idea how much... you mean to me... Noct.
  • Noctis' eyes softened as he hears the blonde's words. He lifted his hand to meet Prompto's cheek.
  • Noctis: I think... I have a pretty good idea. I bet... it's as much as you mean to me.
  • He smiled
  • Noctis: Don't ever worry about being lost... or alone. As long as I'm breathing, I'll make sure that you never feel that way. Promise.
  • Prompto parted his lips a bit, feeling the warmth of Noctis' hand on his cheek. His heart was racing.
  • He couldn't believe his ears.
  • Prompto: you... you mean it?
  • Noctis chuckled softly
  • Noctis: Yeah. Now get some sleep.
  • Prompto smiled so hard that it hurt his cheeks. He couldn't contain himself. He leaned down, quickly, and pressed his lips to Noct's.
  • Noctis was shocked, his eyes wide
  • Their lips parted...
  • Noctis: Wh... what... why'd you...
  • His face was flushed
  • Prompto laid back down and fell back to sleep. Not a word.
  • Noctis laid there, staring at the roof of the tent. He could still feel the lingering feeling of Prompto's lips on his. His mind was buzzing.
  • He didn't sleep a wink that night.
"ITS AN EXPERIMENT"
  • john: *comes home to find sherlock microwaving something* oh god sherlock, is the flat going to smell like burnt flesh for a week again?
  • sherlock: there is no flesh involved, so no.
  • john: are you making something to eat? i usually don't see you use the microwave to make food.
  • sherlock: no.
  • john: well what are you doing?
  • sherlock: science, john.
  • john: i'm relatively scared. it's not blood or anything, is it?
  • sherlock: no, but that's a good idea.
  • john: what is it then?
  • sherlock: a thing.
  • john: sherlock, WHAT IS IT?
  • sherlock:
  • sherlock:
  • john: ok i'm too paranoid. *walks over and pulls it out of the microwave*
  • sherlock:
  • john: sherlock,
  • sherlock: yes, john?
  • john: are you really microwaving a marshmallow to see how big it will get?
  • sherlock: yes, in the name of science.
  • john:
  • sherlock: because i'm BOOOOOOORRRRREEEEDDDDDD
  • sherlock: *goes on a crazy rampage in the kitchen and destroys everything*
  • john: i should've just let him microwave the marshmallow.

life’s too short to pretend you hate everything/everyone bc it’s the cool thing to do

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Gyuhao after finding out that they’re on the same team in OFD2

feat. Junshua (? if you look closely)

henlo, stinkies, this is ur daily reminder that questioning your sexuality or gender is a-ok, but pretending to be queer is not <3