it look me some time and patience

anonymous asked:

You have seemed down recently, Dr Ferox. Or maybe I'm projecting, but you have seemed more cynical, drained. I just wanted you to know that if you need to take time for yourself, turn off anon, start deleting messages, things like that, nobody would blame you. We love our Dr, and I honestly don't know how you manage to cope, being surrounded by vets and vetlings nearly 24/7. I admire you a lot for that, I wouldn't have the patience. ~ Disillusioned

Hello again little Duckling.

I have got some stuff going on in the background that I haven’t told any of you about, hopefully I’ll get to soon when it’s all resolved.

I have dropped emergency shifts for a month because I have been worn out, completely exhausted. This blog is taking up more and more time and I’m looking for more ways to make it fun again.

The inbox has been stressing me out because there are more messages coming in than I can reply to most days. I don’t really want to turn off anon because of people like the Nonny Mouse and yourself that turn here for support. I’m just not used to the feeling that there is work to be done that I physically cannot accomplish. I have had to be deleting some asks already.

Many of the questions are interesting, and I think I can give helpful answers. The ones that really bug me are the ones that either haven’t already searched previous posts for what they’re looking for, or that are basically using me as a personal google.

Funny how the tables have turned Disillusioned. I hope you’re doing well.


Sir June & Master November (Part 6): Page 16~18


Months Series:

When I was sick, these pages looked super great! Well, I’m feeling much better with little patience for reconsideration, and it’s time I update.

October was not a friendly month for my health, so I’ve been slower than usual. Thank you for those who have been leaving me wonderful comments and reblogging my posts! I will also, for almost real this time, reply back to some notes I have received during the weekend. 

Again, I’m so sorry. I’m old.

Come to me, come, come to me
Look at what you’ve done to me
You put a gun to me
Then you brought the sun to me
Shine like blood diamonds
Learning to have patience only cause you are timeless
The universe energy doesn’t lie
And this chemistry is infinity at a million times
I wrote a million rhymes describing your star power
And after 24 bars, you get 24 hours
I been through some shit man
But I be on my shit man
I decided
That what you give
Is what you’re given
So I been tryna do it right
I been doin’ like
Whatever gets me through the night
What a life
I’m steady always on the go
You steady always on the go
We steady losing all control
—  Stay Ready (What a Life) Jhene Aiko, Kendrick Lamar
You need to be content with small steps. That’s all life is. Small steps that you take every day so when you look back down the road it all adds up and you know you covered some distance. It took me a long time to accept that, but it’s true. You need to have patience.
—  Katie Kacvinsky

ALRIGHT! I took this break because of personal reasons, but now I’m back with some important news. Another World’s first pages are going to be deleted soon from the blog BECAUSE the begining of the comic has been changed. I haven’t started it the way I wanted to so now I have the chance to do so. The first 6 pages are going to be deleted and replaced with the appropriate start for the story, giving it a MUCH darker look. Thank you all for the support and patience, it’s been a hard time for me but it’s going for the best. I can’t wait for you guys to see and experience my world!!

Ephemeral (1/1)

Summary: “Guess that’s what happens when literally everyone on Earth spends every second cockblocking us.”

Rated: M

Warnings: Smut, language

Words: ~4k

Notes:  Requested by @seethelovelyintheworld, a fic in which “every time they have sex, they both have orgasms right away.”  I finished this before the premiere, and I was gonna wait until tomorrow, but I have no patience whatsoever, and figure some smutty fluff is due after such angst.  So here you go!

Also on ff and ao3

It’s just on the cusp of midnight when Killian Jones finds himself walking down a quiet street in the center of town.  The nights are growing longer, the sun colder, stiff breezes wafting in from the sea. Though he’d be content to turn his collar up against the weather, and allow his blood to warm his fingertips, he wears a long shirt with a high neck beneath his vest at Emma’s request.  He’d also sunk his teeth into the thick, knitted wrist of a black glove, wriggling it down onto his fingers, and savoring the look on her face.  It had been admittedly far less alluring when –

“Where’d you get that glove?” she says, reaching out to skim the palm of her hand over his hip.  “And can I have the other one because oh my God, these are soft.”

“This glove lacks a partner, Swan, much like the hand it protects.”

“Then where – ”

He flushes, then, and covers with a kiss to the swell of her cheek.  “From Madame Lucas.”

– but all the same, he’d not left the house that morning without several promising kisses to her lips. 

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You need to be content with small steps. That’s all life is. Small steps that you take every day so when you look back down the road it all adds up and you know you covered some distance. It took me a long time to accept that, but it’s true. You need to have patience.
—  Katie Kacvinsky, Awaken
Cute Act

 “Honey, can I request something?”

 Every time he looked at those pair of luscious lips, Jumin wanted nothing more than to press a deep, loving kiss that would always leave both of them speechless.

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Meditation: Autumnal Equinox

Spiritual Rewards

The Autumnal Equinox is very special to me as it marks my witchy anniversary. It is the only date I can tie to the beginning of my craft. Though I remember researching the whole summer before, this is the first holiday I celebrated as a witch. It is in some ways a spiritual new year for me.

The Autumnal Equinox has also traditionally been celebrated as a holiday for reaping rewards, and sowing. It represents a close to summer and it’s hustle and bustle and a move towards winter with its reflective nature. This is a perfect time for me, and for others, to assess their growth over the past year.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,humility, self control. Nothing in the Torah stands against such things.

-Galatians 5:22-23

For this reflection you will need some paper, a writing utensil, an envelope or container, and a safe place.

Reflect on love. What does it look like? What does it feel like? Who, or what, do you love most? How does your love for people differ for each one? How is each one unique? Who was the most loving to you this year?

Reflect on joy. What have you put your joy in this year? Where has unexpected joy come from? Overall, was your joy immense this year, or did it feel fleeting?

Reflect on peace. Was this year a peaceful one? Who in your life was best at brokering peace? What has peace cost you? What have you gained through peace?

Reflect on patience. What does patience look like? Who was most patient with you this year? How have you been patient with others? Where do you find the strength to be patient? Does it require any strength at all?

Reflect on kindness. What was the last kind word you said to someone? What was the last kind word said to you? Why do some people choose kindness, and others not?

Reflect on goodness. What is goodness? What goodness brims forth from you? What goodness do you see in others?

Reflect on faithfulness. Is there a difference between faithfulness and loyalty? Is there a difference between faithfulness and trust? If so, which one are you best at enacting? Where does your faith come from? What does it feel like?

Reflect on humility. Has there been a time this year when you had to be humble? Was there a moment that humbled you? Has someone come to you in humility? How did you react? Did it nourish your soul?

Reflect on self-control. Why is self-control important? Who have you had to control yourself around? On what subjects? Has your control increased this year, or decreased? Why do you control yourself and are your reasons constructive or destructive?

May you be astonished by your bounty this equinox!

Now go eat a fruit salad or something.

Search for the Wind Crest! ( @moonlitsorceress )


“ Maybe she can help us! ~fwoo. ” The little creature was excited. Chiffon really wants to recover his memories. It’s not an easy task, but he is eager to know about his past life. “ She looks to be a powerful Sorceress! ”

“ You must have patience, Chiffon! Let’s talk to her before, okay? ”

“ Leave this conversation for the adults. And when I say adults, I’m talking about Sana and me. ” Stella giggled, teasing Arche about her childful behavior.

“ Hey! ” Arche angrily shouted, upset about her tease. “ I’m an adult too! ”

“ Miss! Do you have a moment? We have something to discuss that will require some of your time and attention. ”


So Baatar sr most definitely sketches Su in basically any situation he can. Young-newly married Su, preggers Su, older Su, sleeping Su…. and lots of naked/naughty pics too~ Like her dancing for him, or sleeping in the nude, or even just the rare times she’d have the patience for him to actually formally sketch her. Anyways… so one day, Baatar jr finds his father’s sketchbook, and is curious to see what’s in it…

Starts off with some of the more innocent sketches… Maybe me preggers Su, and some cute pics with her and the kids…. AND THAN ALL THE NAKED, SEXY PICS OF HIS MOM.

Needless to say, he never looked through his father’s sketches again. :P

Dark!Harry mentors Eggsy?

Prompt phrase: ‘Let’s make him suffer.’

“You have been a drain on my patience for some time, Mr. Robbins; I will not ask you again. Where will the next shipment be arriving?”

Harry held a small yet ominous looking knife in a gloved hand, speaking into it as he made slow, deliberate steps around a man tied to a chair. He looked terrified, sweaty with a steady stream of blood running down the side of his face, but he held a determined look nonetheless. “They’ll kill me if I tell you.”

“And I’ll kill you if you don’t.” Harry stopped, turning to look at him with his eyebrows raised and eyes half-lidded, looking more bored and exasperated than anything else, despite the edge in his tone. “Rest assured, my way will be far more painful than anything your coward employer could come up with.”

The man made a groaning sound and ducked his head as a quiet voice said, “Harry,” from the darkness behind him. Harry turned around to look at the uncertain face of his protégé, his lips pressed together and eyebrows knitted, eyes focused on the man in the chair. “This… is a bit much, innit?”

“Eggsy,” Harry breathed, lowering the knife and stepping closer to him. He lifted his free hand to Eggsy’s face, touching it gently, lovingly. “What is our number one rule?”

Eggsy swallowed, and wrenched his eyes away from the pathetic, sweaty man to the soft brown eyes of his mentor. “… The ends justify the means,” he said slowly, letting them register in his mind, remembering each one of them and their meanings.

“Good.” Harry was smiling gently, the soft leather surrounding his thumb tracing a small line across Eggsy’s cheekbone. “Sometimes… Things like this just have to happen.” Eggsy nodded a jerky nod, understanding. Harry leaned in and pressed his lips to Eggsy’s forehead, then rested his own there, speaking quietly so the man behind them could not hear. “I think you’re ready. Give it a try, darling boy.”

Green eyes widened a bit as he felt Harry pressing the handle of the knife into his hand, giving it to him. He took it, but looked into Harry’s eyes for reassurance. “Harry I—“

But he was cut off as lips pressed against his own in a lingering encouraging kiss. “Go on.”

Eggsy nodded. After a last look into the warmth of those eyes and repeating the rule like a mantra in his mind, he stepped forward into the light, towards the man who looked up at him nervously. “Now,” Eggsy said, voice far stronger than he felt, and he lifted the knife to let it shine in the light of the singular bulb above their heads. “You got somethin I want. And I think you want t’keep all them fingers. I’m gonna take one – just the pinky, you’ll never notice – an then we’ll see what you remember, yeah?”

The knife raised. A scream of pain.

“Good boy.”

What if Harry was one of the bad guys. What if Harry recruited Eggsy as a personal protege. What if he genuinely loved Eggsy and thought this really was the best thing for him. What if he taught Eggsy gentlemanly manners, dress, and the most effective ways to torture information out of someone.

76 in the past #3

Friendly reminder that this idea is from anons in tumblr user vickjawn’s inbox THANKS ANONS YOU ROCK.

again, please, please feel free to write this premise yourself or draw it or do anything and do not let this discourage you or feel like you’re ripping me off tbh


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Authors Note: First one woo! I think it was a little cheesy in the end but I hope you like it, let me know what you guys think!

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: none



“What’s a venti?”
You stood in line anxiously. It was much to early for this. The man in front of you was taking forever and your patience was dwindling, you were not a pleasant person before your morning coffee. You wanted to grab a quick coffee and have some time to relax before training started, but it was looking like that wouldn’t be happening so easily today. You waited 5 more minutes until the man finally decided on his order.
“That’ll be $4.35 sir” the barista said
“Oh. I don’t have any bills on me. Would you accept change?”
You groaned internally and prepared to wait another 3 minutes as he scattered his pile of dimes and nickels on the counter.
The chime went off, announcing that someone else had entered the café.
“Is that you Princess? This is surprising, I would have thought you would be talking with the solider or listening to your horrible music”
You turned to the familiar voice with an annoyed expression.
You had known Pietro Maximoff and his sister Wanda for a few months now. You weren’t in the battle of Sokovia and were surprised to come home to see three new faces in the tower. But as long as the recruits were benefitting the team, you did not complain. His sister Wanda proved to be very useful in missions and the Visions android body came in handy as he could go places most humans could not. You liked them both as both colleagues and friends, but you never cared much for Pietro.
“Good morning to you too” you said sarcastically “and country music isn’t horrible, you just haven’t heard enough of it”
“Really? Because every song seems to be about cowboys drinking in trucks hollering to ‘chicks’. I do not see the appeal” he replied with a smirk
“You don’t have to” you said as you checked the situation at the counter. The man in front of you was still counting his coins. “Why are you here Pietro, you don’t even drink coffee” you asked. Pietro looked at you and chuckled “Wanda wants to try one of these..what, express coffees? I am here to get her one” he said with a smile. You nodded passively. Honestly, all you could think about was how close you were to getting your coffee. God, you really wanted your coffee.
“So how are you Princess?” you turned to glare at Pietro. Lately he had been calling you Princess, why? You had no idea. But it was starting to get on your nerves fast.
“Do not call me Princess”
“This bothers you?” He asked with smirk.
Before you had time to respond it was your turn to order, finally. You walked up to the barista happy to both get your coffee and get away from the conversation.
“Hi there, could I have a tall black coffee please” you said with a smile.
“Sure thing sweetheart, that’s $2.15. Name?” The barista asked.
Just then you felt an arm wrap around you “Princess!” Exclaimed Pietro with a playful glint in his eye. The barista wrote your ‘name’ down and went to get your coffee. You turned to Pietro with a glare.
“What’s the matter with you?!” You exclaimed.
He held up his hand in mock surrender, never losing the smile now openly playing across his face. “What? You do not like my nickname for you?” He laughed.
“Tall black coffee for Princess?” You heard the barista call, which only sent Pietro into more fits of laughter.
“It’s not even that funny Pietro” you said as you grabbed your coffee.
Quickly, you hurried out the door towards the tower. Checking your phone, you were already five minutes late.


You could tell Natasha wasn’t happy with your tardiness, but she never said anything to you as you walked into the training room, half drunken coffee in hand. “Nice of you to show up Y/N” said Steve, you turned and smiled, feeling much more friendly with some caffeine in your system. “Thanks Rogers” you replied. “C'mon, let’s spar” he said.
Steve was one of your best friends on the team and often your training parter. You weren’t strong like him, but you were quick and were excellent with throwing knives, your high skills is what got you on the team after all.
After a good few hours of training you decided to head back to your room to get cleaned up. You hadn’t seen Pietro since the coffee shop and that was fine by you.
Just then you felt a slight breeze behind you.
“Training hard I see”
You turned, apparently you spoke too soon. Turning you head, you saw Pietro leaning up against the wall
His face wasn’t as playful as you were expecting.
“I have a question for you Y/N” he said, his face more serious than you were used to seeing in him. That made you skeptical. Pietro Maximoff was never serious. He was the one always playing around, always strutting that cocky attitude of his, always complaining how the world was too slow for him. But in that moment he wasn’t any of those things. He was still, serious, and even a little bit nervous looking at his posture.
“..What is it” you asked tentatively
He looked you over and smirked a bit.
“I’ve never thought you to be one to get uneasy”
That changed your mood as quick as he said it. “Just get on with it Maximoff”
“I want to know what I’ve done to you” he said seriously. That threw you off a bit, you were not expecting that.
“What do you mean?” You asked
“You are kind to everybody else except me, why? I have done nothing to you.” He said
You took a moment to consider his words.
“I don’t like being called Princess” you said.
He raised his eyebrow “come now, that can’t be the only reason”
You weren’t liking the way this was going, you could feel your control over this conversation slipping fast.
“Why do you care Maximoff? I thought you didn’t care about what anyone thought of you” you said
He rolled his eyes. “You are avoiding my question”.
You took a breath. Nope. Definitely not liking how this was going. “I-I don’t know Pietro. Get off my case” you huffed.
“I was thinking. Maybe we could start over?” He said
“What are you talking about?” You asked.
“Well, clearly something went wrong, and since you 'don’t know’ what it is maybe we can make it so it just never happened. Believe it or not I do believe that we could be good friends.” He said confidently
You raised your eyebrow skeptically at him, considering his words. You hate to admit it, especially to somebody like him. But he did have a point, you were colleagues after all. It couldn’t hurt to have a clean slate, especially with how often you see him. No matter how much your pride would forbid it, you considered his offer.
“Alright” you heard yourself say.
Pietro smiled wide, clearly he was anticipating a different answer.
“Great. Well, hello Y/N, I am Pietro” he said as he shook your hand and laid a tiny kiss on it.
You rolled your eyes at him and tried to hide your slight smile at his actions.
“Hello Pietro, I’m Y/N”
You didn’t care for Pietro Maximoff, but maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as bad as you had thought.

Followers - I’m gonna take a day or two 3x14 The 100: Reactions and Predictions

All right, guys. I’ve got A LOT of real world responsibilities over the next two days. I need to go focus on those for a bit. I promise, I will return to all the amazing asks/messages I’ve gotten. I have A LOT of ideas for the finale, but still I am very unsure of many things–which is why I need time to rewatch the episode and take time to answer your questions to the best of my ability. So, PLEASE give me time and patience. 

There are already people on here that are writing huge metas, so I will sit back and see what others are thinking. Already, I am finding that I disagree with some assessments being made. 

All right, I will give you a little teaser to make you think first:

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I Fucked Up By Eating Potato Chips

Sit your butts down children! Imma spin you a tale of something that happened a few years ago. So I used to have this friend that relentlessly tried to convert me to Christianity and make me go to chruch. To her, my going to hell was a conversation that needed to happen everyday. At the end of my patience, I finally decided to go to church with her just once.

But before going I decided to eat some potato chips cuz snacking was a good way to pass the time while waiting for her to pick me up.

When we got there, that old church smell caught me a little off guard at the doorway and I flinched which made my friend look at me in genuine concern that I was a demon or some shit. Bingo! I had an idea!

So from here on out I pretended to be hurt by everything holy. I purposely stood farther back from crosses, and kept my copy of the bible closed at all times. At one point I turned to and old lady beside me and asked if sitting on the pews was supposed to burn.

But here’s the kicker! It was on this day I figured out my stomach was intolerant to the grease in potato chips. So as the sermon went on, I really was getting sicker and sicker. My friend and the old lady looked scared as hell.

Halfway through a reading, I was so nauseous from the chips that I told my friend, “I can’t take it anymore!” got up, and sprinted down the isle towards the bathroom. I didn’t make it and vomited all over one of the pews.

And that is the story of how a family tried to exorcise me and why I’m no longer welcome in the local Mormon church.

so i work hella long hours this weekend though tuesday, but i have the final portion of g’n’g ii on queue for you guys tonight!!

i need to look at my schedule again, but i’m pretty sure i’ll be listing books/charms later next week because i have this incredible little span of time off and i am SO EXCITED to be getting more home work done and just to open the shop back up

thanks for the patience on that, btw! i know some have been getting antsy!

WHICH REMINDS ME, i’ll have a little surprise to unveil in collaboration with @neven-ebrez soon! so be on the lookout for that!

Diy Button & Pompom Thumbtacks

I have had a bag of rather cute buttons sitting in my sewing kit for quite some time. After spending some time thinking of ways to make use of them, I turned to my trusty friend, Pinterest to help me out. I very quickly got carried away, I mean look at this (I think I will attempt something like it when I have the patience!) and my I will definitely be wrapping my next gift like this.

After inspirational overload, I thought I’d share this simple, super quick, and colourful tutorial for my DIY Button and pompom Thumb Tacks.

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Emergency Commissions!

This morning, I arrived to work to find a group of movers taking apart the store and loading it all into a truck. All within the span of five minutes, I was suddenly completely jobless. My employer did not notify me of their decision to close down. I have had no time to prepare and look for another job. And as we all know: One cannot simply “Go out and get a job” I’m applying around like mad, but acquiring a new job takes much time, patience, and usually at least a few weeks of complete unemployment. To further my misfortune, I cannot drive, and have a limited job palette. 

So I’m panicking a little. 

To help help lessen the sudden financial burden, I am opening up affordable full color digital commissions as shown above. Prices are negotiable in some cases, this is just a basis for my current rates. I can change up my style if needed. Nudity is okay. I work very quickly and can have your commission completed at light speed. Although I hate to say it, I desperately need the help. Even if you cannot commission me, please reblog this! I need help spreading the word.

To commission me: email me at

If you cannot email, you can also tumblr message me, but as tumblr eats messages I cannot guarantee it’ll make it though. Thank you!