its not like he even needed to

Shaun will meticulously make sure that the cat will have everything it could possibly need once it decides to stay with him. He’ll make sure that the food he buys is the best possible for any and all nutrition, and he’ll make sure its collar is very clear on the precise address of his apartment. But aside from the essentials, he’ll buy a bunch of extra stuff, like countless toys for when it gets bored, and a scratching post for it to climb and play on. He’ll buy catmint and treats and two different kinds of brushes. He’ll get the softest and comfiest bed available in the pet store, and he’ll even buy a little heating pad for when it gets cold— he’ll go all out.

And once he brings this all home, entirely prepared for any possible need it may have, the cat won’t touch a single thing he got. It won’t sleep in the bed he bought; it’ll curl up right by him and fall asleep. And it won’t play with the toys either; it’ll spend all its free time just sitting by Shaun and purring when he pets it. It won’t glance at the scratching post— it’ll just rub up against Shaun’s legs when he’s sitting down, instead.

It won’t want anything at all except to be able to lay down by him, or sit with him. Shaun will waste all his money on stuff the cat won’t even look twice at; he won’t mind at all, though, because he’ll kind of prefer things that way anyway.

“Don’t move! Yes, yes. That’s perfect, Nico. Hold that pose.”

Older Nico di Angelo commission for KelseyAh! I’m so happy I got to draw my boy, The Underworld Prince. Look at him, so clueless lol. Redbubble

So I know like 90% of the fandom is against black paladin Keith and like for the most part, I’m kinda iffy about it myself. But hear me out. Black paladin Keith… whose right-hand man is Lance. Lance acts as an advisor of sorts, whom Keith trusts, no questions asked. If Shiro isn’t going to listen to Lance, Keith will. Keith already knows Lance is capable and takes the mission seriously (even though he seems to take little else seriously. That’s not to say he isn’t serious, just he copes differently). They have already experienced first hand that working together yields success. And already we can see that when it gets down the nitty gritty, they fall into a harmonious efficiency, despite the air of competitiveness between them. Keith is the drive and the passion and Lance, the patience and positivity. Together they make an unstoppable force. A good team, if you will. 

Listen, listen. The fact Eliot Spencer’s response to Parker being upset and asking if they could kill the guy who upset her was a shrug and, “Yeah. I mean, I could.” will never, ever not be important to me.


Like, ouch, and stuff


I like to think maybe Robbie has some strength to his frame from messing around with so many metal parts and dragging around giant canons and everything else he does that in a moment of emergency he just picks up Sportakook (bridal or over his shoulder, either way) and runs for dear life instead of Sportanerd grabbing him and everyone is confused and Sportacute is flustered because no one has carried him since he was a young babe and Robbie is confused as of why Sportaflop is so red and– yea… but

We need more Stronger-than-we-thought-he-was Robbie Rotten


I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid it would open old wounds.



He turns a regular doll into a talking ‘ventriloquist’ doll to bait the murderer.

“Mesdames et messieurs, what am I about to do may surprise you a little. It may occur to you that I am eccentric, perhaps mad. Ah, you may say, “The little Belgian detective is taking leave of his rocker, ” eh? But I can assure you, behind my madness is, as you English say… method.”


HideKane Week Day 2:  Caramel / Food Fight / Pocky Game


Emma & Audrey + being compared to canon couples [👀]

Please picture Shiro refusing to ever break down or show that he’s suffering in front of his team, because he’s told himself over and over again that he needs to be strong for them, that he can never show weakness, because he has to be their foundation, their unbreakable unshakable leader.

Imagine all of that stubbornness and resilience falling apart the second Matt pulls him into his arms and whispers into Shiro’s ear that it’s okay to be sad, it’s okay to be scared, that it’s okay to not be okay. Because Matt isn’t Team Voltron, Matt isn’t Altean royalty, Matt is just Matt, and Matt has suffered just as much as Shiro has if not more, and Matt knows, Matt knows.

Please picture Shiro refusing to break until Matt is there to hold him, until Matt is there there to tell him it’s okay, and then he just buries his face into Matt’s bony (too bony too thin) shoulder and just lets it all go and finally shatters.

Please picturing Matt being the one to help Shiro break, and then being the one to help put him back together.

Mothers’ Weekend

Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k

Somewhere, deep in her heart, Alicia Zimmermann knows she is a bad mother.

It started out as a worry, as maybe it does for all new mothers, that she will be a bad mother. That she won’t know what to do with a baby or a toddler that one day she will accidentally drop him or forget to feed him or feed him something he is actually allergic to or maybe she’ll scar him emotionally somehow and she worried but she survived his childhood okay. And then, after he was five or six, she stopped worrying about it. She thought she was doing pretty good. Jack had hockey and loved hockey and, sure, they didn’t have deep emotional talks but she didn’t exactly have any basis of comparison. Television families told her she was doing okay. No teenage boy wanted to have deep talks with his mother. And, look, if Jack didn’t talk to her all that much as he turned 12 and then 13, at least he was still talking to his father. Mostly still about hockey but she… she thought that had counted. Hockey was like French, to her. Another language she could understand but couldn’t quite speak. But Bob could. He was on top of it. Jack was taken care of.

She loved Jack. That was never the problem. The problem was that her love wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter. It didn’t alert her to any of the facts and maybe it even blinded her– She loved her son and her son loved hockey and so she loved hockey too. She loved her son and then her son seemed to love a boy named Kent and they never talked about it but she let Kent come over all the time and she figured they would discuss it at some point. She just… assumed everything was okay. Even after he was diagnosed with the anxiety disorder and given pills. It was always… well, that was a little problem but it’s handled and under control and everything is okay now.

See. Bad mother.

A good mother would have known somehow.

A good mother would have pushed and prodded or sensed it without even having to be told.

A good mother would have paid attention to how hard Jack was on himself. A good mother would have made sure her son had interests outside of hockey. A good mother would have known that Jack’s long silences after losses weren’t normal. A good mother would have preached balance and fostered friendships with different types of people and stopped the fucking hockey.

She didn’t though. Stop the hockey. No, not Alicia Zimmermann. She encouraged it. She went to the games and cheered the loudest and she even loved it a little bit because she thought it brought him joy, like his father. She bought into the vision: Jack playing hockey like Bob, the Zimmermann legacy continued throughout the ages…

God, she even used to tease Jack about how it took his father three years to win a Cup and she was sure Jack could manage it faster than his old man.

A good mother wouldn’t have done that. So, see, she’s always been a bad mother. Even now, now that she’s almost lost him, now that she’s promised to do better, now that she’s finally read all the books and online articles about anxiety and pressure and the danger of sports and hockey culture… now she’s still just as bad. Just for different reasons.

Now she is a bad mother because it’s Saturday afternoon and he’s been at Samwell for almost three months and she does not feel like mothers are supposed to feel in this moment.

She glances around. At the sea of other mothers and fathers crammed onto Samwell’s campus for Parents’ Weekend. They are not nervous. They are excited. Happy. Enthusiastic. Overjoyed to see the teenager they had left just a couple months ago again. To her right is a father almost (but not quite) breaking into a run to give his son a hug. To her left, a mother has burst into tears. Happy tears.

And then there’s her. She’s not excited to see Jack. Well, no. No, it’s not that she’s not excited. She is. She is. (She is. She repeats it once more just to remind herself). She is just…

She is nervous too. More nervous than she is excited.

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would you draw some plasmashipping?

they fell asleep playing video games wink


on the day that I become so forgetful that all of this melts away/I will burn all the calendars that counted the years down to such a worthless day


“Soup is a lot like a family. Each ingredient enhances the others; each batch has its own characteristics; and it needs time to simmer to reach full flavor.”

Marge Kennedy

whensunscollide  asked:

hey can you do bahorel in 61? 💙💙 thank you! i fell in love with your style!!!!

aaaaw thank you ;;;;;;;;;
Sorry for the wait!!! Here he is

Thank you for requesting!!!
Hope you like it

All I want is for Draco Malfoy to one day look back on his life and think… 

‘All was well’.

so basically after the final battle, Stan doesn’t feel safe at home because his dad has loads of creepy ass looking photos on his wall, so he tries staying at Richies but Richie doesnt even like being there so why would Stan??? he doesnt want to bother Eddie and Bevs gone. Mike needs his own space and Bens a bit torn up bc of Bevs leaving. Stans been trying to avoid Bill bc he’s really fucking mad at him but deep down he doesn’t want to be anywhere else so its 1am and Stans luggin this small little backpack around with him and hes soaking wet because derry has the worst weather but all Stan can think is “fucking typical” and he doesnt even realise where hes going until he sees bill sat on the curb outside his house and his fringe is all wet and stuck to his forehead and his tshirts clinging to his chest and hes all sniggly and shivery and stans like wtf Bill why are you outside???

and Bills like “richie called me and told me you were looking for somewhere to stay and you were walking the streets” and stans heart is pinching and hes trying not to cry because its all getting overwhelming and he thinks hes falling in love with his best friend 

“that doesnt explain why youre sat outside, if you wanted to wait for me to turn up you couldve just waited in your bedroom” and when stan says this bill starts crying and he stands up and points to his window and bills like “thats where i was when georgie went missing, im not willing to lose somebody else i love too because i was too much of a pussy to come outside”

and stans crying too and he just hugs bill and bill kissed stans ear and tells him hes got really wet hair and stan laughs and they go back inside and just sit up all night not even talking just cuddling and holding hands and stan literally nearly throws up because he remembers that Bill said he loved him and hes happy and he feels safe for the first time all summer