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Not Lout

Snotlout :’( 

Love the insecurities, and his anxiety, and the pressure his father puts on him and how he’s still struggling to find himself in that messy balance of dad’s approval and changing with the times and fitting in with his peers.

You know what else I love?

Acknowledging that the dragon riders are aware that Hiccup’s going to be chief one day and that they’re looking at how the dynamics in their group are going to shift and where their future lies.

Having dissociative amnesia is so weird because it’s not like normal forgetting where you’re kind of like “I think this happened but I don’t know the details”, it’s looking back at a period of your life and seeing absolutely nothing. There is nothing TO remember, it’s just like a big black pit where your childhood should be.

But why are so many musicals centered around the idea of getting out of the big city and moving to a small town??? Like,,, my guy,,, have you ever been to a small town??? it’s not cute and peaceful everyone’s racist and there’s nothing to do and you feel more stuck there than you ever could in a city,,,

Part 1.1 - Sex & Nobu

“So baby please, baby please no promises..”

I picked up the phone right away when he called, because well, I always picked up the phone for Niall. That’s just how our relationship – if that’s what you wanna call it – was, simple as. I had met Niall a little over three years back, introduced to him through a mutual friend while his band was stopped in LA during one of their tours. We hit it off immediately; him a super laid back, genuine, funny and incredibly intelligent guy who always had something interesting to talk about, and me…well, a complete sucker for all of the above and, of course, a good alcoholic beverage. It didn’t hurt that he was literally the cutest guy I had ever laid eyes on, though he was vastly aware of that fact.

I knew exactly who he was even before we had officially met, my friend heeding me a nice warning, I guess you could say. I kept an open mind meeting him but was instantly enamored and blown away by just how normal he actually was. If I hadn’t known how famous he was to begin with, I definitely wouldn’t have guessed just from hanging out with him; he was just that cool of a person. And he seemed pretty damn keen on me too.

We hooked up that very first night we met, going back to his hotel room and fucking the life out of one another. Definitely not in my plan but definitely not a regret on my part either. The sex was fucking fantastic, probably one of the best lays I had ever had and while Niall was eager to keep doing…whatever it was that we were doing, we both made it clear that it was to be nothing more than that. He was extremely busy, as was I with my own life, and he travelled so much that it just couldn’t be any other way.

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“You’re kinda damn cute when you smile like that.” Dean remarked offhand as he picked at the last few French fries on his plate.
Cas, taken a little off guard by the forward compliment, swallowed down his latest bite of burger before mustering up his curiosity. “Like what?”
Shrugging, Dean met Cas’ eyes with a soft smile of his own. “Like you’re really happy. Not like… well, like when you think you should smile. I really love when you smile and it actually reaches your eyes.”
Something Cas, from spending his life as a celestial being, never thought would happen happened. His heart stuttered. He could feel it as though that stutter shook his entire being, his entire existence. “You gave me that smile, Dean.”
And that’s when Cas was greeted with his own favorite smile. The smile that curled Dean’s lips, dimples his face, wrinkled just the slightest around his eyes. That’s when the fallen angel knew that their love would last, not because of words spoken or kisses exchanged… but because they gave each other smiles that lightened the darkest parts of their souls.

The Mystery of Suga’s 3rd Muster Acrylic Stand

Yoongi hadn’t seen the standee he’d liberated from the BigHit offices since he’d given it to Jin at that crazy gift exchange / Christmas party a few weeks ago.  He hadn’t seen it and - well - it bugged the fuck out of him.  He’d at least expected Jin to make a big show about standing it up in some agonizing part of the dorm.  YOongi hoped it wouldn’t be in the bathroom at the bottom of the toilet bowl to encourage the Kids to aim better - but thought that a distinct possibility.  

However even that would be preferable to - well - nothing.  And there was no sign of his little gift - not even in Jin’s trash.  Not that Yoongi had looked….hard…

It finally bugged him so much he had even asked Jin, who had smiled his little mysterious smile in Yoongi’s direction and had refused to answer his question. Just shrugged those beautiful shoulders of his and told Yoongi to “not worry about it.”  

So Yoongi tried, and tried again.  And then tried harder.  He would almost succeed in forgetting about the fact that his gift to Jin had gone missing, hadn’t been put up on display, had been apparently forgotten and cast aside by everybody but him - INCLUDING by the person who got the gift, his very own Forever Roommate Jin who he thought would care enough for his face to at least want to see him when he had to pee.  

He would almost forget and then Jimin would come strutting out of the bathroom wearing the underwear Hope had given him, or Namjoon would buy another pack of wet wipes (having gone through the original pack given to him by Jin almost right away and getting addicted instantly), and it would all come back  - HIS gift had apparently been thrown away.  

And ok, maybe it hurt more than he wanted to admit.   So he pouted.  

He was pouting a few days later, when Jin called him from the house one night around dinner time.  He asked Yoongi to stop by his office in the BigHit building on the way home from work to pick up a script he needed for one of his classes.  Yoongi didn’t grumble about doing something for his ungrateful roommate any more than usual, ok not much more than usual - but all of his grumbles stopped when he opened Jin’s closed office door and turned on the light.  

There, in the place of honor right to the right of Jin’s pink keyboard, was Yoongi’s acrylic stand, literally inches away from the script he was supposed to find and bring home.  There was no way he could miss seeing it.  And in that second, Yoongi knew that Jin had known he was upset, and this was how he was gently making it better.  Yoongi was thankful it was after hours because he couldn’t wipe the big dopey grin off of his face.  Here he was thinking that Jin had thrown his gift away, when in fact - he had done just the opposite, done more than Yoongi had ever imagined.  

He got home as quickly as he could, jumping in a car and all but running into the dorms.  Dinner smells were beginning to leak through the apartment, and Jin was muttering at the stove, apparently giving a pep talk to the meal they were about to eat.  Yoongi didn’t say a word and just swooped in for a back hug, firmly wrapped his arms around Jin’s waist - burying his nose in the t-shirt Jin was wearing that smelled like cooking and their room and HOME.   

“Hmmmmm,” Jin said, “Min Yoongi I presume…:

Yoongi didn’t answer.  

What’s going on, everything ok, did you find the script??”   

Instead of crying to Jin about how much it really did mean to him to see his little standee on Jin’s desk, instead of causing a scene by declaring his eternal love for his forever roommate right at dinner time, Yoongi just hugs Jin a little tighter (so tight he squeaks) and tucks his smile closer into Jin’s back while he whispers “Everything’s great Jinnie, I found the script no problem. I’m just really glad to be home.”   

some doodles with a trio of dresses i found in my massive fashion folder

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“it’s your fault I was always second place…”

My (slightly belated) valentine to @kanekikenwreckme ! I hope you like it, friend! 

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Finally managed to work past my art block (kinda)!

Jedi! Shmi is dedicated to the magnificent @mirandatam. I hope this helps out with your writer’s block, friendo. (I also hope this shade of green is okay. If not, lemme know and I’ll alter it a bit <3)

(And pssst, other peeps. Mira has a Jedi Shmi AU that is pretty damn popular. Take a looksie. I definitely gotta read it myself soon!)

Highborne Ruins - Eldre’Thalas

Sidenote: The city has been spelled with the ‘t’ in ‘thalas’ both capitalized and lowercase. The importance of one or the other is unclear, however the spelling of Eldre’Thalas where it is capitalized seems to be the official one.

One of few royal cities in Azshara’s empire, Eldre’Thalas was built during her reign twelve thousand years ago to protect Queen Azshara’s most prized arcane secrets. This ranged from processing her most important demands to the safekeeping and storage of her precious tomes. Led by Prince Tortheldrin and Azshara’s greatest revered arcanists, the House of Shen’dralar, Eldre’thalas was established by expeditionary forces in the lush jungles of Feralas.

Eldre’thalas appears to have more of a druidic and naturalistic direction than many other Highborne cities of its age. Granted, all night elf cities were shaped in concert with nature and built with dozens of gardens, however Eldre’thalas has the touch of nature magic in its very existence. In addition to many elven statues, there are figurines of deer, bears, and owls. Eldre’thalas had an Ancient protector, Tendris Warpwood, whose very heart was inexorably entwined with the fate of the city. The official art of Eldre’thalas shows wandering treants, some of which inhabit the conservatory in the eastern wing and Milicent Serene, Highborne naturalist, created the Fruit of Fertility which protected Eldre’thalas and made it flourish. Eldre’thalas may, as a result of its unique direction, have been a useful location for the combined study of arcane and natural magics even before druids existed.

Geography

Eldre’thalas is a massive, multi-tiered sprawling expanse of gardens, districts, and corridors (sometimes hidden) that connect every part of the city. There are three official districts in addition to the central colosseum. The north and western districts, the Gordok Commons (named for the ogres that now inhabit it) and Capital Gardens respectively are connected to the Athenaeum, the library that serves as the very purpose of Eldre’thalas’ existence. The eastern district, the Warpwood Quarter exits through multiple passageways, such as Lariss Pavilion which opens up well outside the boundaries of the city.

In similar fashion to other decrepit Highborne cities, some areas of Eldre’thalas have been renamed in favor of their intruders. The Gordok Commons and Warpwood Quarter were claimed by outsiders and likely no longer sport their original names (although the Warpwood Quarter may have been named for Eldre’thalas’ protector, Tendris Warpwood). The function of the northern district is unclear, but the eastern district has a conservatory, a pool (either for bathing or as a moonwell, perhaps), and the Shrine of Eldretharr. The western district, the Capital Gardens, was likely a great place for socialization. It’s dominated by a massive garden and plethora of benches which make up the Court of the Highborne.

The Athenaeum

The Athenaeum is indisputably the most valuable part of Eldre’thalas. It is the library that holds much of Queen Azshara’s tomes in addition to compendiums detailing the known history of Azeroth. It may also be a place of science, considering the Highborne armillary sphere on display. It shares its model with the Highborne Astrolabe, however it looks like an armillary sphere which is a model of the celestial globe.

All books stored in the Athenaeum are protected with the Mark of the Athenaeum which prevents any unauthorized viewings. Even if one were to break the seal, it is implied that only people with the “requisite intellect to consume the knowledge” can read the sacred books. This may just mean that it depends on the reader’s skill level and has nothing to do with one’s magical aptitude.

The books are arranged according to the Dewey Decimal System.

Eldreth

The same prefix, “Eldreth” shows up in regards to Eldre’thalas many times. Eldreth Row and the Shrine of Eldretharr are subzones of the massive city. Ghostly inhabitants are called “Eldreth Sorcerers”. It is likely some Darnassian word with an unknown meaning, however ‘thalas’ alone translates to kingdom. In the translation of Eldre’thalas, ‘Eldre’ would then be its own word, meaning that Eldreth, at least where the name of the city is concerned, does not apply.

Eldreth could be a name for the inhabitants, similar to how people who live in America are called Americans. It could simultaneously be a word used to denote things that are “Eldre’thalas” in design, like how one will refer to certain items as “American”. Eldre’thalas is inhabited by the Shen’dralar, however they are not a race so much as they are a house: the House of Shen’dralar. This may have been Prince Tortheldrin’s royal house, which would include his servants and most loyal followers. The Eldreth, in this case, would be the lower caste civilians of the city, later to be sacrificed by the Shen’dralar in order to prolong their lives after the Sundering. That would explain why any living Highborne from Eldre’thalas never call themselves Eldreth, but instead Shen’dralar.