is there any need though

Alright everyone, it’s been weighing heavy on my heart and I gotta put this out there.  I gotta ask you all a favor.  If If IF Allura or Pidge (or both), end up romantically involved with one of The Dudes™ canonically, in the show, can we all promise, like pinky promise, to not treat them like shit? Like, can this fandom not do what I’ve seen since the olde days of fandom past, and tear down every girl character that dates their fave?  Can we just make a pact now to not dump on ANY female characters that end up kissing a face you don’t want them too? I’m trusting you guys, don’t let me down. Good talk.

Okay, I need to get something off my chest

 I ship Emily and Lena. I ship Widow and Tracer. 

Not jumping any ships. Just needed to make that clear. Though, ive been getting loads of messages telling me that im leaving the ship and/or attacking another character. Which Im not going to do. 

Also… asking me to draw things. While the ideas are nice… but asking me to hurt on a ship to bring up another really urks me. Listen. I already said that im not going to stop drawing Widowtracer. People are demanding Widowtracer art now and honestly, it makes me want to stop. Reminder, I can draw what I want, and I am so happy to share it. But at this point, its all guilt tripping. Multishipping is also a thing? 

Lena Oxton is the face of overwatch, Who is confirmed an LGBTQA+ character. Look at the bigger picture, This is great representation. We really shouldnt be fighting about this? We really need to stick together as a community. Tracer being confirmed gay made me so damn happy, and im not going to be sorry about that. 

@ anon people who are threatening me: get off my dick.

modern stuff :)

ok...

I’m on the fence for some ships, like I’ve loved jaya since the beginning and still do, but bruiseshipping is also super cute?? like most of the ships are cute honestly
what do y'all ship primarily? please reply! I’d like to know more about the fandom on here

Here are some cheeky wee organisation hacks I’ve used in the past few years!

[Image: a pair of neatly rolled up jeans, to be placed in a drawer.] 

For those of you who find folding up clothes difficult, a simple solution is to roll them! Try to tuck the sleeves for tops out of the way and fold trousers in half first. I’d say to avoid using this hack for any clothes that need to stay crisp and crease-free, though.

[Image: a sheet of paper with various assignment tasks such as “research” and “interview” placed into a timeline. Part of the timeline has been shaded in to show progress.]

I kept myself on track with my assignments in my last semester by drawing a sort of loading-bar in my notebook and writing in each task. The more important they were to the assignment, the bigger I’d make them, and I’d colour/shade them in as I went along.

It meant that when I froze up and wasn’t sure what I was doing, I could go back to the sheet. You don’t just have to use this for assignments, either! You could do this for projects or even bigger tasks like moving house.

[Image: a smartphone takes a photo of a weekly rota. “Tip: set the image as your unlock screen!”]

Useful for classes, work, and even chores if need be! I know there are a lot of apps out there for keeping your day-to-day plans organised, but I personally find it a chore to type them all into my phone one by one.

If there’s already a rota made up (either on your school/uni/college website, or at your work) then it’s easier to just take a picture on your smartphone and swipe to it whenever you’re unsure. You could even set it as a background!

[Image: a clothes peg is used to hold letters and appointment cards, and is then stuck to a wall at eye level, using adhesives. “Put later appointments at the back and sooner ones at the front”.]

I’ve used this one for about two years, and haven’t regretted it so far: I bought some pretty decorative clothes pegs, and then used blu tac to stick it to my wall, at eye level. You could use glue-dots, or string, or whatever you find works, so long as it is vertical and at eye level.

Every time I have an appointment, I put it inside the peg, with the soonest meetings at the front. As each date arrives, I then take the letter/appointment cards out and take them with me!

Feel free to reblog with your own tips, and if you’d like any illustrated feel free to send us an ask! - Mod Tea

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that feel when one of your kids gets the rest of your 48 kids drunk and you are too outnumbered to do anything but feel like a failure of a father

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A design based on one of @dahmumu’s sketch:

Olé!
Edit: Scanned version :3

It’s wasn’t on my list of drawing to finish but…he just showed me his sketch one day and I was like “Amygad ♥ I need to do something with this as soon as possible! ☆゚.(#;3;#) .゚☆ “

So I redraw the design and added details like pearls,embroideries and gave name to the decorations //thanks to a certain game I became addicted to small details like this //


I named this outfit “La Matadora” because the design is inspired by bullfighter or “Matadore” costume.

And it’s suit the fact that William is exactly the kind of person who like to show off and provoke his enemies.
(That leaves the time to Hei to pass from behind to finish them properly 8D)

This,and it’s also a part of his heritage since he’s half spanish
(but he take it like like a joke  most of the time leul )


I feel like I ended up with some kind of ultimate transformation,with the Epic-Final-Battle-Of-Doom in ~Space ~against the Final Boss….
you know, that trend who manage to stay epic no matter the number of time you see it in anime XD

Or this is just his Alola form idk

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Bernie Wolfe Appreciation, day 18

S18 E48 Brave New World: The moment she starts putting it into words with “I can see how uncomfortable the whole thing is making you,” my heart just turns over in my chest because you can see where this is headed. 

This whole scene is Bernie trying to take away all of the discomfort she’s seen Serena suffer throughout the day. It’s her trying to smooth things out in the kindest way she knows how. From her saying she kissed her because she wanted to, to toasting their “undeniable sexual chemistry” and saying:  “I think it’s wise?” with the little lilt at the end. It’s all aimed at making Serena feel okay about it, or as okay as possible.

There are definitely things Bernie could have done differently here, such as ask Serena what she wants, but her actions stem from her care for Serena and I think that is a wonderful thing.


Previously: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17
Post 1 is also where you’ll find the reason for this little series and the disclaimer.

Be Used (Jason Mccann) (Mature)

The slamming door was an usual, afternoon sound that came around whenever Jason Mccann felt angry, annoyed, aggravated or all of the above combined in one.  

The days were getting too stressful; especially with cops sniffing around, making it extremely hard to work for him and the boys. All the unfinished deals, unwanted people being killed, drugs and guns multiplied - this got to the stage, where it was simply too much to carry on an individual’s shoulders.

Y/N knew. She knew very well how emotionally drained her boyfriend was. All the signs of indisposition, both physically and mentally. He looked tired, exhausted. The bags under his eyes, messy hair, obsessed look as he constantly checked up on any news that the gang could bring in. Still, mostly it was the lack of interest he gave her.

Now, it wasn’t about what she wanted, what she needed, even though she was missing himself more than any words could ever describe. Not mentioning sex, what she craved the most was her boyfriend by her side, laughing, talking. The cuddles, the little ‘I love you’s & more. She ached for feeling him being a different Jason, a Jason that was carefree only with her.

Nevertheless, the sex part was what worried her the most. It was normal by now that Mccann was using her body as a getaway whenever he felt like he needs to. And for Y/N it was not a big deal, mainly because she was too disturbed by the fact that the love of her life could just go out and kill someone as an income of outrageous rage.

The shadow of his body has become now visible, as Jason took himself straight to kitchen, not even once looking around. His girlfriend, of good amount of time now, bit on her bottom lip, only imagining the frightening thoughts that were going through his head. The idea of all the demons he was forced to hold back inside made her really upset. And this was everytime she would see him in such condition. Once again, Y/N mentally cursed herself for overthinking the situation and finding her as a victim of it as well.

A deep, shaky sigh has left the plumpy lips of hers. She stood up, fixing her hair and clothes, just like she would be going to some formal meeting that was suppose to bring a crucial earnings. Her toes made their way to the kitchen as silently as it was physically possible, just in case. A muscular, male posture was turned back to her, focused on something below so badly that no recognition was given to an individual that just appeared.

“Jase? Can we talk?” Y/N asked silently, slightly afraid of the reaction she might receive.

This was a reminder of the days when the two were strangers to each other, when Y/N would be too embarrassed to even look at Jason, which only made him smirk and pay attention to the girl who he never thought would play a role in his future life.  

Good couple of seconds has passed, since the silence was broken down by little, non-understandable whimpers.

“Yeah, what is it?” He answered, looking back at her. There was no specific emotion hidden behind the look he was emitting, just like the two ball-shaped things inside of him lost the purpose utterly.

“Um, I-” She started, looking puzzled, just like her mind. Jason raised his eyebrows in confusion, looking at the body of his girlfriend carelessly. This never happened. Usually, he was being so nice, he was always being nice to her, unless they had a misunderstanding. But, even then. So bloody nice.
“I know how you feel. I cannot actually relate, but I understand completely. I know you hate talking about the emotions, that’s exactly why you are having cocaine on our counter, I’m not mad, like I said - I get it.” The sentence finally left her mouth, as Jason slid to the right, covering the illegal image that his girlfriend spotted. “I get it so bad, I am not here to make you talk or cry or complain or whatever. Just, um, let me help you, we both know what will help you, we can do it.” Her head nod, as the speech she gave had a more confident sound half way through.

“No, no way, I told we won’t fuck when I’m this angry.” He said almost instantly, shaking his head. “I’m all good, this baby will make me feel better and we can lay down later and watch you favourite, sappy shit, just give me time, I need that.” He mumbled, ignoring her presence by turning back around, guess it was just easier this way.

“Yes, we will, because you want it and I want it.” She said aggressively, getting annoyed with yet again - no interest she was given. Next thing she knew was her hand grabbing Jason’s one harshly, pulling it, to make him look at her and for once, be serious when it came to the stuff that came out of her mouth.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh? Fucking get off my dick!” Jason screamed out in frustration, not because of what Y/N did, but because he was just about to bend over and let the magic powder do its wizardry thing.

“You are so fucking irritating. Don’t you get it? You always fuck me when you feel angry, just because you feel extra angry doesn’t mean I can’t take it. Jason, I’m being for real, this is getting out of hand. I can’t have you slamming the door, breaking things, pretending I’m not here, I can’t do it anymore. I feel like fucking shit, you are all I care about and yet, I cannot help you. If you won’t let me be your therapist, just let me be your fucking slut.” The words came out with such great meaning behind them, showing how the struggle of one person can easily affect his closet ones.

“I don’t wanna use you.” Jason whispered, as soon as Y/N’s hands started to touch him up, scrolling through his chest, down to his pants, as she undid the belt.

The only reason he did not stop her was because of what she said, she made him feel as she is soon about to leave if the things won’t change, and that was not in his control at all. Yes, he was aware of the fact his girlfriend that he loved so dearly didn’t even come across to the thought of hurting him and it was his own, messed up thinking that made him believe in that.

“I want to be used.” She whispered back, as her shaking hands slipped down around his tight. Her chin moved up, looking at the face of the boy she loved, looking for answers. She was just too good to simply start with more without getting the permission, just like he would when he wanted to.

He looked at her with such an empty expression. Was it a yes, was it a
no? Y/N slowly, very slowly, stared going down on him, which made Jason furrow his eyebrows in such shock. As soon as he came into realisation, he grabbed her arm, pulling her little body up.

“If you wanna help me, jack me off. I didn’t have a time to do it myself.” He said firmly, sticking up to a plan he created in his mind. Mentally, he punched himself so hard, as he had a girl he adored trying to suck him off and he just declined.

“But, I-”

“No. You want to be my slut? Fucking be one. Shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to do. I don’t want your fucking cunt or you mouth or whatever, jack me off. Make me cum and then fuck off.” He spat, looking at her with no further feeling, which in some weird way had her turned on. She quickly just nodded, hating herself for the fact she enjoyed it. It was a first mini sexual interactions they had in so long, it felt like forever.

Y/N slipped both her hands slowly inside his boxers, massaging his length that was quick to become harder and harder, out of the total lack of touch he has been receiving recently. She looked down, licking her lips, as the tips of her fingers were making rounded moves on the tip of an impressive member, while the other hand landed on a pair of balls, caressing them intensively.

“Fuck, I’m actually close.” Whimpers hit Y/N’s sight, surprising the both of the two, as Jason was never the one to be at his pick point quickly.

“You’re so fucking big.” The moans came out, which made her boyfriend raise the corners of his lips, forming the smirk that was not welcomed on the handsome face since the start of all of his issues.

“Hurry the fuck up.” He muttered, feeling himself getting hot, as he moved his eyes onto a set of hands, satisfying him.

He regretted not fucking her now. What he would do to her. It’s probably what he wouldn’t do to her - that was a real good question. “Oh my-…Faster, harder, I want you to feel me, I want to feel my sperm landing right on your beautiful, tiny hand. Fuck, and you know what you will do later? Lick it all of so nicely, you will get what every slut is waiting for, is daddy fucking right?” He moaned out, restlessly moving his hips to signalise he needs and demands more.

She did as she was told, stroking his dick, up and down as her fingers pressed more force onto his balls, tugging them. The characteristic sound of moans fulfilled the kitchen, as the hands slipping on Jason’s dick made him ready to release and make himself feel better. He was so in the moment, so vulnerable in such state.

“Daddy, I want all of your cum, I’m so ready. I want you to see me tasting you. P-please.” She sobbed, letting out a moan in desperation, as her panties got soaked more and more with every minute.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A loud, deep groan hit all the corners of their house as the Jason’s hands tightened on the counter behind him. his head threw back and his body became tremulous, when all the juices left his body, accompanied by his moans. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the sticky substance on her fingers, slowly taking herself out of dark blue jeans. She waited a minute for Jason to recover and look back. Gently, the tongue was pressed onto fresh skin licking and sucking of all the white cum.

“So fucking hot.” He howled, pressing his thumb on Y/N’s chin, taking the little drop of his sperm left over, as he pressed it against her soft, warm lips. He sighted quietly, annoyed with the fact that he had so much love for this girl. That he loved her and he was tied up to her. That much, that he would happily just let her in. Because, there was a trust the boy had in her.

“You deserve my attention, I will tell you all that bothers me.” He said finally, smiling gently. He now felt bad for the insults and the attitude that somehow covered up the love he was having.

The girl didn’t need apologies to read it from his face. She quickly wrapped her hands around his neck, feeling the sudden relief that both of them really needed at the end. And even through, nothing was going to be easy in any way, she could sleep calmly from now on, knowing she was being a shoulder to cry on.

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Charles saying Erik’s name

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Put up a few necklace sets in my Etsy store! One set of Mass Effect morality necklaces for you and a friend - who’s the Paragon and who’s the Renegade?

The other set is either Mage Pride Hawke, or Handers - for yourself, as friendship necklaces, or even for you and your geeky other half. 

More sets, including a Fenhawke set, coming soon. 

Buy here! 

Little Imperial Command | Grand Admiral Thrawn & Captain Pellaeon | Star Wars (EU)

I finished binge reading the Heir to the Empire / Thrawn trilogy a few days ago, and I’ve already been having withdrawals.  I want more.  (Is it April 2017 yet?) 

(more Star Wars fanart)