it looked so stiff and what not

“Just do what I’m doing,” Alicia says, fighting to keep herself from laughing.

“I am!” Bob’s looking at her with eyebrows raised so high he looks like the ‘after’ photo of a botox catastrophe. “I feel like I’m doing exactly what you’re doing.”

“That can’t feel natural. Relax your face. You’re supposed to look surprised, not horrified.”

Whatever gene gives hockey players their talent must feed off their acting abilities; she’s worked with a few in her day and none of them could manage more than some stiff lines delivered with blank stares. It doesn’t seem to get better with practice, at least not in Bob’s case.

The doorbell rings and they both stand quickly, giving each other reassuring looks before making their way to the front door.

Jack stands in the doorway with Eric, and Alicia pretends not to notice their hands linked together until the timing is right.

“Maman, Papa, you know I said I wanted to introduce you to someone special?”

“Of course we remember Eric, dear,” Alicia says fondly.

“We’re dating.”

Alicia schools her expression into a practiced look of polite surprise, and pinches Bob as his cue to do the same.

“Uh, Dad? What’s wrong with your face?”

anonymous asked:

(different anon) I'd love to see a tutorial someday too. Specifically, how the heck do you get your pastries and ice creams and bread to look so soft and natural?! I've made a couple simple food pixels myself, but they all seem so stiff in comparison.

hum well personally i think making things look natural starts wi sketching out line work. (i did a comparison of a bread bun, starting with the same blue sketch to show the differences) i always do rough sketches & work over them bc i think it gives me a better idea of the form.

i know sometimes it seems right to have everything perfect & symmetrical but it all depends on what your drawing in the first place - because you mentioned like bread & ice-cream etc those things are rarely perfect anyway, so i guess avoid being too structured

then i think another big thing is the colour choice & the balance of the halftone dots for shading. I feel like too much half tone & its one big ordered gradient & yeah that looks kind of odd. & for the colour.. its tempting to just pick out the darkest tone & just gradually make it paler for the highlighty bits - but in reality when you really look at something there’s usually a lot of different kinds of colours (even if it is just white bread). So yeah id say experiment with that - i usually exaggerate and go for much warmer colours tbh.

the last thing that i think makes a huge difference is how you do the shine (if any). it helps to just think about the actual thing your drawing (goes wi out saying but curved and squishy bread probably has a softer curvy shine) and it’s probably not such sharp stark white

i feel like the picture just explains it all way better haha 

-`mini tutorial about pixel bread bun´-

Negan keeps threatening to throw Rick over his shoulder and he needs to just put his money where his mouth is honestly






Eventually Bodhi stopped talking as the path grew narrower. Cassian saw the pilot stumble and noticed the stiffness in the man’s legs—the way he bent his knees as little as possible, more so the longer the hike went on. He noticed, too, the dark bruises and the raw, scraped flesh at the base of Bodhi’s neck. These were largely concealed by the collar of his flight suit, but the rain had tamped the suit down and left them more evident than before.

“How long did Saw Gerrera’s people hold you?” Cassian called.

Bodhi flinched but kept walking. “What?”

Cassian repeated his question.

“A few days, maybe,” Bodhi said, not looking back.

Cassian thought back to the rumpled pile of a man he had found in the catacombs, malnourished and battered and deranged with trauma. Less than a day later, the man leading him through the canyons of Eadu was transparently terrified and far too eager to chat; but he was also doing his damnedest to feign normalcy on what looked likely to be a suicide mission. He was even doing a decent job of it.

Cassian laughed. It was a brief, guttural sound that seemed drowned in the rain. Bodhi did look back now, surprised and a touch alarmed. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Cassian said. Then he added, blunt and almost humbled: “Must’ve been a hell of a few days.”

Bodhi smiled—just a twitch of his lips—for the first time since Cassian had known him.

anonymous asked:

The other day my dad stopped by my work, and after he'd finished his food he went up to the register and asked what time I got off work (he just wanted to know when to expect me at home). I was ringing up a sweet old lady at the time & when she heard him ask that she got very stiff, & a rather murderous expression crossed her face& she looked about two seconds away from yelling at him until I assured her that he was my dad& not some random creep 😂. Tbh it was sweet that she was so protective 😂

NCT Reaction: When you fall asleep on their lap (NCT U)

Thank you to anon for the request!


He would be so tense. He would freeze as soon as he realised what had happened and his body would just become completely stiff. He would start panicking and sweating because he wouldn’t know what on earth to do. He would absolutely freak out, although quietly, as he didn’t want to wake you. So many questions would run through his head. What if they don’t wake up? What if I move and they fall off? Stuff like that.

Originally posted by jihansol


He would probably feel a little awkward at first, but after he looked down at your sleeping face, he wouldn’t mind it as much. He would actually feel really comfortable with you there, and he would like the feeling of being your protector and guardian while you were in this vulnerable position. He would feel like you had chosen him to fall asleep on and that thought would make him really happy.

Originally posted by t-yong


He would find it so cute that you fell asleep on him. Honestly, he would be so happy he would probably fanboy a little bit, but quietly so he didn’t wake you up. He wouldn’t bother carrying you to bed, he would happily just lie back and fall asleep, too. Afterwards, though, you can pretty much bet that his friends wouldn’t hear the end of it. He would be so happy about it that he would tell everyone and not stop talking about it.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes


He would actually find it funny I think. He would find it really really cute and it would amuse him. Ten would be the type of person to take pictures of you while you’re sleeping and post them everywhere with the caption ‘they fell asleep on me, how cute~’ and he wouldn’t even tell you about it. You wouldn’t know about it until you saw it or someone else told you. He would apologise but say that you were just too cute not to share with people.

Originally posted by nakamotens


He would find it really nice that you fell asleep on him. He would feel so warm and comfortable with you in his lap sleeping and he would like being able to feel you breathing soundly and knowing you were peaceful. Although, I think after a while, he would wake you up just a little bit so that he could put you on his back and carry you to the bed, putting you down and tucking you in so that you could rest until the morning.

Originally posted by nctlife


Oh man he would be a blushing, shuffling, awkward mess. Honestly, he would love having you sleep on him and he wouldn’t want to move unless he woke you up, but he would find himself shuffling around and twitching loads, completely out of how awkward he felt. He would be blushing soooo much and it would be really cute because he would just be so flustered. He would try and distract himself so he could stop but it would be hard.

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theres just so much to unpack here………

  • shou is just standing with his legs spread out like. hell yeah. im weaaring this shirt. im OWNING this shirt i loook fucking GREAT. hes happy to be part of the squad. he probably knows it looks like shit but he just finds the whole thing hilarious
  • ritsu is standing in solidarity with his brother. very respectfully. hands behind his back and everything. god fucking shit he is so STIFF  i think hes dissociating a little bit i mean cjust fucking LOOK at him look at his face he is fucking astral projecting as we speak
  • inugawa is dying. he wants to be dead. who can blame him, really. someobe free him
  • mob just Does Not Care he never had a fashion sense to begin with he doesnt understand what the big deal is
  • teru……..oh lord teru……..where do i even start……the hand on mobs shoulder. the sparkle. the hand on his hip and the fuckin leg. his fucking. dreamworks face. honestly i dont think i need to say anything teru is just self-explanatory and i hate him awful AWFUL
  • hoshino is rivaling reigen in his sweatiness. someone help him. hes dying
  • sagawa doesnt care at all hes pretty much exactly like mob but his muscles are just jutting out of his shirt. if he flexes the shirts just gonna rip right off his body

You know what I’m waiting for to come out of ELR is the art of Mikey saying dirty stuff in Gav’s ear while he’s on a mission trying to get him to slip up.

Or Angst version Gav is in trouble and is down and Mikey is yelling at him to get up and trying to pull something together to save him but in the end can’t. So when it comes down to Gav looking at the barrel of a gun his last words are some gay shit for Mikey right before he gets shot and Mikey is just sitting there in his booth yelling his name.

In Dreams 7

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She spits the acidic taste from her mouth into the metal basin of the hospital sink. She catches a flash of her reflection in the mirror. She barely recognizes herself. Her pallor is somewhere between typing paper and fresh snow. She closes her eyes, so hard that it makes her head swim.

Skinner is hovering nearby, she can hear him outside the bathroom, toeing his stiff leather shoes against the linoleum floor. Some part of her mind acknowledges that she will have to come clean with him sooner or later. Later sounds better, but sooner sounds likely.

“Agent?” he asks softly.

“I’m okay now,” she croaks, her throat raw.

“What’s going on with you?” he asks.

She splashes water on her face and turns off the sink so she can go face him. He is standing stock still, looking her in the same pitiful way everyone did when she was sick.

Her hands still feel tingly and heavy and the back of her neck is clammy.

“I’m pregnant,” she says to his sternum. She can’t look him in the eye and see the monumental disappointment. She knows he’s always carried a bit of a torch for her, although he does manage to keep his fervor in check. She’s always appreciated that about him.

“Is it his?” he asks.

She shouldn’t be shocked that he asked. The rumors that they are more than partners has been drifting like smoke around the Hoover building for years. Nonetheless, she is shocked. She looks him in the eye, tired but implacable.

“It’s none of your business,” she tells him.

She brushes past him and heads down the hall.

“Scully, wait,” he calls after her.

“I need to see him,” she says, still moving forward.

“He doesn’t know who you are,” Skinner reasons.

I know who he is,” she says. She stops in front of his door and forgets to breathe for a moment.

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Nobody (Part 7)

Originally posted by alejandraacasasc

Plot:  Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky.  Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU

Warnings: Mentions of torture, detailed injuries/deaths, cursing, some pics might be slight disturbing

Words: 1567

A/N: I finally had some inspiration.  I hope you like this part.  I try to put out only what I think is good for where I want to take my work so I apologise for the delays, I just want to put my best work out there.  Thank you for sticking around for more of Nobody.

*italics = flashback/memory *bold italics = report writing

18 hours later

Bucky’s POV

As Bucky sat in the stiff armchair in the hospital room and gazed down at X-25493’s unconscious form. Banner and Cho had spent the last 14 hours in surgery and X looked somehow even worse for wear.  He ran his hands through his hair for probably the thousandth time causing it to stand up at odd angles.  He had a hard time coming to terms with the information that had been dumped on him. This girl—this girl—had done…that.  Memories of the photos Natasha had shown him, Steve, and later Tony several hours before flashed across his minds’ eye: bodies—horribly mangled bodies strewn about in red snow.  Dead faces frozen in agony and terror.  And a campsite torn to shreds as if a demonic wolf pack had descended upon it.

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Continuing on from what I’ve been posting about skants recently, I decided to make a few of my own.

To skip straight to the “typical” skant for humans, look to the large doodles on the right. It was originally a stiff tunic, kinda like the TNG skants, but you know what rides up if you try to sit in it? Stiff tunics. So I’ve gone for a pleated skirt design. Being tailored, it’ll lie flat and smart well, but also have plenty of freedom of movement. The inside is lined with the division colour, and there’s always a stripe of it visible. It can also be pinned up, if needed, which has the added bonus of creating a colour-band sash. Officers can pair the top with shorts, leggings or trousers, whichever they’d prefer or need to. Because of the side-split for mobility though, it’s necessary to wear one of those three things.

Over on the left, a Ktarian wears a skant paired with trousers, and underneath a Vulcan wears… well it’s a skant (with shorts), but it can’t help but look like a cape. I’m sure other versions exist too which are a bit less cape-like, and you probably won’t find many Vulcans in shorts. There’s also a Bajoran officer, wearing a skant with leggings.

In the middle, there’s a selection of humans, wearing a few different uniform designs. At the bottom there’s an officer wearing a long and less-tailored (no darts, no pleats, the side-split also starts further down) version of the skant, with trousers and a hijab in their division colour. Above is an officer wearing a non-tailored tunic - very similar to the maternity wear, but without the extra fabric to account for growth. So both of these officers are wearing versions of the uniforms more suited to people who either don’t want or cannot have their uniforms to be tailored to their shape.

Right up at the top, is Julian wearing two of his uniforms! He has a tailored version of the long skant which he wears with leggings. It looks like a bathrobe as a result, but I don’t think anybody has told him. He also has a tailored short skant (also paired with leggings), which he wears more commonly. His preferred style is to wear them with shorts, so they more closely resemble his old uniform.

I think in general, given the variation needed to outfit every single member species of Starfleet (at least those that wear clothes), Starfleet doesn’t have set uniforms so much as they have a “style guide”, plus probably only two rules: 1) A minimum of 10% of your visible uniform must be your division colour, and 2) Your division colour must be visible in some way from every angle. So many more skirt style uniforms other than these will exist, based on factors such as religion and culture, identity, whether that person experiences dysphoria of any kind, etc. The same is somewhat true of the jumpsuits and trouser versions of the uniform, which may be more or less tailored to shape depending on the person wearing it, for example.


I’m just here

Jungkook: Confession

Word Count: 1147
Genre: Fluff, slight angst, slight smut
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Summary: The second of a mini series I’ve started, creating small scenarios for each member, revolving around their love confessions for you! I hope you enjoy it, send feedback or requests my way here!

Taehyung | Hoseok | Jin | Yoongi | Jungkook | Namjoon | Jimin


”You’re about 7 hours late.”

You removed the scarf from your neck as you began unbuttoning your jacket, your face drawn with confusion.

“Late? Late for what?”

He didn’t look at you, his eyes remained glued to the television in front of him, his fingers aggressively handling the controller.

“We had a game date? Look, if you’re so forgetful, at least check your phone once in those 7 hours.”

His words were stiff, his mouth wrapping them in anger. You had finally gotten out of your clothes when you walked over to the kitchen to grab some water.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve forgot!” you yelled from the kitchen, his figure visible above the counters, “I went on a date, you know?”

His stopped in his tracks for a moment, his mouth slightly open with shock. He blinked his eyes open after the initial shock, his fingers pressing harder on the controller, his pace unnecessarily fast. He didn’t answer you at first, his jaw stiffening at the realization.


“Yeah.” he spewed briefly, hoping you’d change the subject, “Sounds great.”

You dismissed his harsh demeanor, shrugging at him as you crashed on the couch besides him.

“It was actually fun… For the first time in a while.” you looked at him, shrugging as you sipped on your water.

His jaw was still stiff as he avoided eye contact. He lifted his eyebrows as a pretend impressiveness, his dissatisfaction clear from a mile away.

“Awesome.” he dismissed, once again.

“What’s your problem?” you poked, a slight worry growing.

“You ditch our plans for a random person? At least have the decency to cancel them, I’ve been waiting.”

“What’s it with you?” your brows furrowed, “You’re never this mad. You’ve ditched our dates without cancelling before, too.”

“Yeah, because I was called in for practice or a meeting last minute! Not because I went on some stupid date with some idiot. I’m not the kind of guy to choose random girls over real friends.”

“Don’t play me like that, Jungkook. I forgot our date, I’m sorry! It was spontaneous and I didn’t think it through, but that doesn’t mean that I value a date over you.”

“Sure.” he lifted his eyebrows ironically once again.

“I don’t get it, are you jealous?” you chose your words carefully now, not wanting to overstep or offend.

“I’m not jealous, I just think you’re being unreasonable! He’s just a random guy, he probably just wants to fuck you anyway!” his voice got louder now, your brows furrowing with shock and confusion. Jungkook was never this mad, the unusualness of the situation leaving you slightly speechless.

“Why is it so hard for you to think that somebody is actually interested in me?” you yelled back, lifting yourself from the couch as you stood in front of him, your eyes watering with frustration, “I haven’t been on a date that worked out for ages! I don’t need you to play Debby Downer here.”

He lifted himself off the couch, pacing back and forth, as his face grew red, feeling unusually out of breath.

“Because you’re so oblivious, Y/N! You think everyone that shows you attention is in love with you, well, surprise, they don’t care about anything but fucking you!” his words came out harsher than intended, a sadness laced in his words as he realized what he’d said.

“Y/N, I didn’t…”

“Is that how you view me? As a naive girl with no qualities but being fuckable?”

“Y/N, that’s not what I meant. I don’t see you like that…” he swallowed nervously, trying to pick out his words with care, “I just think that your choice in guys is questionable.”

“You haven’t even met him!” you yelled, “You don’t even know him and you have the audacity to call me naive and him a ‘questionable choice’. What the hell is your problem, so what if they just want to fuck me?”

“You don’t need people that just want to fuck you, Y/N!”

“What do you know about what I need? You’re just jealous somebody else is getting my attention.” you yelled in frustration, your eyes red with tears, and your voice pitchy and unsure.

“Fine, I’m fucking jealous!” he yelled as he lifted his hands in defeat, “I’m so fucking jealous you’re continuously looking for guys, completely dismissive to the fact that I’m right here!”

You paused and looked at him, your features flattening with sadness rather than fury.

“I’m not jealous because you have other people in your life, I’m not a fucking kid. I’m jealous because I’m in love with you and you don’t give a shit.”

“Jungkook, I’ve…”

He rushed to you and cupped your face in his hands as he greedily took in your lips, an attempt to make you his. He wanted nothing but you, an eagerness to take all of you growing as you slowly began returning his kiss.

“Shut up,” he muttered into your lips, “let me kiss you.”

You obeyed, your hands resting nervously at his waist as he ravished you, his tongue begging for entrance. You allowed it, moaning into his lips as they intertwined perfectly. His hands travelled from your hair to your waist where he pushed you closer to him. He squeezed around your hips, his breaths getting heavy with lust. You raised a leg to initiate going further and he lifted you around his hips, his kisses getting sloppier and greedier.
He walked you to the couch where he sat down with you on top of him, your hands no longer nervous as they eagerly rushed through his hair, the sex permeating the air around you. You felt his size beneath you, twitching as it aligned with your folds.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook…”

He paused, his lips separating from your neck for a moment as he exhaled, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that…”

You moaned in response, rolling your hips as he tried to gather himself, but eventually releasing your neck as he laid his head back on the couch, his eyes closing as he muttered

“You’re making me go crazy…”

His hands squeezed your ass as you painted his neck purple, smiling into the delicate skin. You retreated, pausing yourself as you looked into his eyes, him opening his at the lack of sensation.

“I love you, too, Kookie.” your voice was small, but words very powerful as you saw goosebumps dominate his skin.

His smile was victorious when the words left your mouth. He cupped your face with his right hand, his face only inches from yours.

“I’m assuming you won’t be seeing that guy again?” he smiled, a confidence growing in his voice.

“Who?” you replied teasingly, seeing how his smile widened.

“That’s my girl.”

Your mouths met again, your bodies soon enough enveloping across the apartment, leaving trails of a growing love scattered everywhere.


In the top gif, John and Mycroft appear “frozen”, posed, while Sherlock is moving naturally, which is why I feel like this is some sort of MP situation.

But in the bottom gif, Sherlock appears frozen. His expression, everything is so stiff and statuesque. And John is taking a deep breath. Looking up. Waking up? 

It’s meaningful that these images bookend the trailer. It seems potentially meaningful that only one person is “awake,” moving, in each gif. And both Sherlock and John seem to be having a moment of realization in their respective gifs.

I keep thinking about how people who worked on this show were tweeting “omfg I just saw the second trailer omfg” before it aired, and like…they have context, and they know what we’re seeing is huge. And the ILU WAS huge. But I think paired with that first gif, it’s even huger.

not to um make a prompt but imagine pcy reaching forward after bbh takes that picture, and bbh is too busy checking over the photo and looking down at the the camera to notice pcy taking ahold of the edge of his jacket and just like… pulling him forward, all slow and subtle, so bbh stands right in front of him, between his knees…

“What’re you doing?” Baekhyun scoffed a little under his breath, curbing a brow as he held the camera aside and smirked in bemusement.

Chanyeol smiled softly, looking downward as he moved his fingers around the stiff fabric of Baekhyun’s jacket, making it crinkled against the creases of his palms. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Baekhyun mumbled, but seemed to let it slide as he brought the camera close to his face again, checking over the photo once more. He eased his standing position, letting his knee bump casually against Chanyeol’s thigh as he lulled his weight to one side; ignoring the faint pull of his jacket as the ladder fidgeted with the hem.

“Nothing.” Chanyeol repeated quietly. Baekhyun pressed a button on the camera, going back to capture mode as he leaned back a bit and snapped another photo of Chanyeol; the taller’s gaze still downward and smile still soft.

Nothing.” Baekhyun mumbled under his breath, chortling softly.


For: Two Anons

Imagine: Being caught accidently cuddling with Eric.

Part two to this imagine: x

Tris’ POV

“Zeke, I don’t think we should be doing this,” I say as Zeke goes to open Eric and Y/N’s door. Poor Y/N was forced to share a room with Eric, the two of them hate each other and he probably made the girl sleep on the floor.

“Quit being so stiff Tris,” Shauna giggles, “We just want to make sure Y/N’s okay.”

“Four isn’t even as uptight as you,” Zeke adds, and Tobias rolls his eyes.

“Fine,” I groan.

Zeke slowly opens the door and tiptoes in, Shauna follows after him. They look confused for a moment, but the confusion is soon followed by utter shock. Tobias and I exchange a worried glance and push past Zeke and Shauna, as soon as I see what they others had seen my jaw drops in shock.


You sigh, trying to force yourself to wake up, but you’re so damn comfortable and warm. You snuggle closer to whatever is beside you, wait a second, what happened last night?! You quickly open your eyes and see a man’s chest, right next to your face; you tilt your head up and Eric’s Godly jaw-line. You try to scoot away but his muscular arm is holding you down and close to him, and frankly, you don’t really want to move away. Your legs are tangled around each other’s and the blanket has slightly slid off, leaving you in one of the most comfortable sleeping positions.

You look back up at Eric’s face and smile, he looks so peaceful. He yawns, and slightly opens his eyes, he’s so cute, Wait what the fuck am I saying?! He finally opens his eyes fully and looks at you, his face is overcome with confusion for a moment, but then he just goes with it, pulling you closer and smiling, “Good morning muffin.”

For some reason, the nickname doesn’t actually bother you for once and you smile back, “Morning.”  

That’s when you hear a burst of laughter coming from the doorway, you and Eric both turn around and see Zeke, red-faced and crying from laughter. Shauna is laugh along, and Four and Tris stand there is shock and confusion. Eric curses under his breath and quickly gets out of bed, “Get out.”

“Eric’s going soft!” Shauna mocks, and Zeke laughs harder.

Eric narrows his eyes, “Get the fuck out.”

You’re surprised that Eric has lost his shit yet, you on the other hand want to curl up into a little ball and disappear, Zeke and Shauna will never let you live this down.

“Alright, alright, we’re leaving, bye muffin,” Zeke teases, making kissing noises, before leaving. The others follow him, before leaving, Tris gives you one last disturbed look, and then they’re gone. Eric turns back to you; all signs of peacefulness are gone.

“Alright, you get out too!” Eric tries to keep up his usual hateful act, but for some reason, now it seems like nothing but an act. Maybe Eric isn’t that bad.

Part 3

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

A Phenomenon

((A fanfic for all my solangelo peeps))

Nico’s cheeks were reddened with cold and a shy blush, the frigid February air was a welcome change from the heat wave they had had that summer.

He was looking at Will’s profile. The way his bouncy curls swept when he shook his head or laughed, the tan skin with a few moles. But mostly he looked at Will. He was watching-more importantly- listening to William Solace talk about what happens to people after they die.

(Or post-mortem, if you want to get technical with things)

“…so the body gets all stiff and cold, and then what happens? Is that the point when they reach the Underworld?”
Will looked across at Nico, suprised to find a pair of brown eyes staring at him with a glint he couldn’t explain.

“I dunno, the experience is more in your head, I guess.” Nico shrugged.

“I mean, your soul gets reaped, you die, and your soul is dropped off at the gates.”
He contemplated for a minute,
“I’ve never been with someone since the moment they’ve been reaped, so I wouldn’t know.”

“Through the eyes of the living, It’s really just an interesting psychological phenomenon,” Nico concluded, punctuating his thoughts by a swing of his legs that were dangling off the fence’s edge.

“You are an interesting psychological phenomenon.” Will said quietly after some time.

“Huh?” Nico was shocked, a phenomenon? Him?

“I mean it,” Will said confidently, “convincing your dad to help in the Battle for Manhattan, Shadow-traveling 3 passengers, plus yourself, to camp half blood, getting Percy to swim in the Styx, summoning entire legions of warriors.”

He put his abnormally warm hand on top of Nico’s.

“All while battling your own demons.” Will squeezed his hand and smiled. “You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever met, Death Breath.”

Nico kissed his significant annoyance, and leaned against him. This is where he wanted to be.

If a few more kisses were shared on that fence on that freezing February night, well, that’s not my department…

anonymous asked:

At the beginning of that all hands on deck scene, Cas looks so small on that coat. He's swimming in that thing. Like a kid playing dress up in daddy's clothes. You think it means anything? Cause something that ridiculous looking had to be on purpose. I can't remember it happening before.

Ugh he needs a new coat.

It’s all… stiff and puffy and when he sits and raises his arms it bunches up and tugs the fabric everywhere. I wonder if it’s getting bunched up on his arms, ironically, because Misha is too beefy for the seams there, but it’s SO shapeless you can’t tell. 

What a disaster.

I hate this picture so much I can’t even bear to look at it longer to analyse it. UGH.

*scrolls down really far to get it off my screen*

I suppose it’s never really fit or suited him, but it’s either ironic or clever that it is SO misshapen and SUCH a bad fit when Cas’s old “flag of heaven” than he “draped himself in” looks like such a mess on him, right when Kelvin is offering him a chance to come home. I was musing on how Cas’s season 9 arc unceremoniously disappeared, for 2 years, only to magically pop back up like it never went away in season 12. Idk if anything’s popped out my queue yet of the gifsets I’ve collected already for this episode, but I’m tagging all this “ET goes home” for obvious reasons. Of course Cas has declared he loves his human family and they demonstrated they loved him back in 12x12, the last time we saw him. And the Bunker as “home” has been a Thing for Cas for a while, even if he’s sort of struggled with it 12x12 also ended with Dean making it very clear it was his home, and that was after the demonstration that they were his family.

So the next logical step is to say, well, what about Cas’s original home/family? Because sure they seem to hate him and I can’t actually tally how many times he’s been officially or unofficially exiled, but for a while Cas seemed to be building up to a CHOICE about it, one which had a great deal of development at one point. Cas was asked a LOT in season 9 what he was and what he wanted to be. Usually put to him by angels. It seemed far off but certain that Cas didn’t fit or feel comfortable with them and he’d be happier on Earth with his human family, for all the trouble they caused him. Years go by and he seems to be slowly building a better sense of self and home on Earth as someone who has this human family and is a part of it. 

I do think he’s only going to go check out what the deal is with Joshua because it mirrors 5x16 - Cas wanted them to, while they were in Heaven, take the opportunity to go find Joshua, who seemed to be key to everything because he talked to God. I’m pretty uncertain how much to trust him right now, because this blatantly parallels the BMoL stuff we’ve already seen and they in turn were clearly mirroring the look and feel and ethical dubiousness of Heaven long before this. But Cas will want to go talk with him and that’s all probably part of Dabb being a magnificent bastard about turning canon inside out. I don’t think Cas has actually picked a side or chosen to go home or anything where he thinks he won’t see his human family again or anything as DRASTIC as 8x23 and ET goes home, but season 8 was also blatantly in the air in this episode, so I think it’s worth mentioning >.>

Anyway I’m kind of terrified and hyped up because it feels like that choice is coming for Cas - and in a way he could put words to and make it really clear… At this point I refuse to speculate anything else but just the thought of all the twists and turns and miscommunication and angst… yeah. I’m excited. :D

dragon emoji reviews

how dramatic! fancy lighting and nice colors, but he looks like a crooked noodle. you probably shouldn’t be bending that way. 4/5

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Softboy……..very soft and round but could probably fuck you up. this is the kind of friend i want to have. 5/5

this dragon looks thoroughly shocked! what’s wrong dear friend? he’s a little stiff, but he’s got quite a nice red mane on him. 5/5

aw, this one must be a hatchling! their head is very round and froggish and where are their hind legs? orb color clashes; i’m not a fan. 3/5

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this dragon kinda reminds me of tasty planet’s graphics! i’m not saying that as a good thing though. his colors are very muddy and the less said about his head, the better. 2/5

there isn’t much to judge on this one. minimalistic, but very stiff. there’s no personality. they get a point for being a western, though; at least that’s unique. 2/5

a wise, old, yet powerful soul with many years of experience. this dragon is going to teach me kung fu. those colors are lovely too; this boy is sporting lovely jade green scales! 5/5

are you okay, dragon? i don’t think your spine should be bending that way. that looks like it hurts! 2/5

this is not a dragon, this is a very peeved skink. 1/5

does this dragon have four arms? that’s fucking badass. he’s got the nice jade scales too! very curvy and has a look of wide-eyed enthusiasm. i believe in this dragon. 4/5

this one kinda looks like the kind of dragon you’d see in a chinese restaurant. he’s unique in that he has no legs at all! probably flies like a kite snake. that’s hilarious. 3/5

who put this malformed pickle in with my dragons? 0/5

“Marcus,” she whispered, and felt the grip of his strong hands tighten against her almost involuntarily – one clasping her own, the other so warm she could feel it through the stiff green silk of her bodice.

“If we are not Mr. Kane and Mrs. Griffin to one another while we are dancing,” he said in a low voice, unable to look at her, “I fear I do not know what may happen.”

“You appear to think of Christian names as very dangerous things,” she observed.

“Not the names themselves, but the intimacy they signify.”

“We were children together.  We have known one another all our lives.  You were the best man at my wedding and godfather to my child.  Addressing me as ‘Mrs. Griffin’ does nothing to efface that intimacy.  It is stitched into every piece of our lives.”

“Maybe not.  But it does offer me what is becoming an increasingly necessary reminder that you still wear another man’s ring on your hand.”

- from ‘The Woman In Red’ by ChancellorGriffin

shoutout to ChancellorGriffin for not only writing so much amazing kabby fanfic, but also for consistently satisfying my need for Marcus and Abby in period costume :P