its really simple but the trees were really fun to draw

anonymous asked:

I love reading what you have to say about anything in general (dan and phil, politics, your work day [even in passing]) and idk I just wanted to say hi + ask what you have to say about their new gaming video? I loved it, they were so (insert a multitude of different positive adjectives) and Phil is such a broad thinker it's amazing. I think (im pretty sure) you loved it as well and I just wanna read your thoughts, hahaha thanks!

can you hear that? it’s the sound of me screaming because i have to rewrite the entirety of this ramble after tumblr DELETED IT THE FIRST TIME ifjaoiwejraoiejroaeir. but YES oh my god. i did love this video. a lot. there’s so, so much to talk about. grab a fkn snack mate, bc this is super long. 

1. there’s been a lot of discourse about dan and phil’s interaction in this video. i received a handful of messages regarding dan’s apparently aggressive treatment of phil and one regarding the way people were apparently abusing phil in the comments under the video and calling him “stupid and untalented.” um. okay so i’ll work backwards. i have watched the video three times now. all three times i scrolled really deep into the comments. NONE of those times did i see a single comment that was insulting or demeaning to phil. where are people seeing this? i feel like this is a classic case of one or two people saying something happened and then everyone repeating it without actually checking the source. if anything, the yt comments are full of people saying firstly that phil is “too creative” for this game and has a fascinating mind, and, secondly, that he’s a full-grown man who doesn’t need the protection of his fans from dan of all people, the so-called aggressive bully in this scenario, who just so happens to also be his best friend and life partner. i definitely agree with that latter point.

something else that’s been lost in this discussion and that seems extremely relevant is that a lot of this video’s central dynamic, with dan being shocked and appalled at phil’s seemingly abysmal drawing skills and phil doing the absolute most in every drawing, felt really, really put on or exaggerated for dramatic/comedic effect. i think the very first instance of it, when phil draws his fucked up umbrella, and dan just sort of jokes about it looking like a palm tree for a while and then at the end just says like a few words about how extreme phil’s interpretation was—i think this was a super authentic interaction. but i also think they quickly gathered with the drawings that followed that it would be really funny to ham it up for the sake of comedy and that’s why phil’s drawings seemed to get intentionally more and more “creative,” so to speak, while dan’s responses got correspondingly more and more extreme and high-pitched and shriek-y until basically everyone’s eardrums were bleeding. i get why the video was grating to some people bc like,,, this shit can get tiring to watch when it seems so extra. but personally i found it very funny… especially bc of my next point.

this narrative around phil being some sort of unappreciated creative genius who was constantly being berated in this video by his callous friend and just sadly tolerated all of this abuse is not only annoying bc it infantilizes phil but also because it’s just … wrong? and overlooks two of my fav things about the video which were how supportive and ENCOURAGING dan was, even while he was trying to exaggerate his “holy shit phil how are you so bad” thing, and simultaneously, how assertive and opinionated and sassy (i hate that word but literally don’t know a better one to describe him in this vid) phil was the whole time. to the first point, i don’t think there was a single one of phil’s turns in which dan wasn’t passionately yelling saying something like ‘come on phil. you can do this’ and also giving him recommendations on how best he should draw the object to get the point. even when he was in the middle of screaming about how bad phil was, he seemed to occasionally rein it in with a compliment to balance it out. for instance, during phil’s lobster drawing, he did the whole ‘what the fuck even is that’ for a while and then immediately had to dilute it by saying something like, “okay but by the end i could totally tell they were claws.” or when phil very reasonably points out that he’s using his wrong hand which is why he’s struggling, dan immediately agrees and repeats it as if for emphasis: “they’re not using their wrong hand to be fair.” and he even calls himself out about this, with the usual “WHY AM I HELPING YOU???” i honestly read dan as wanting to go to his default mode of supporting phil and celebrating his lateral/creative thinking (reminiscent of when he did this in the impossible quiz) the whole time, but then also needing to keep the comedy going by acting so confounded by phil’s inability to draw simple objects. as mentioned however, phil does not respond in the typical amazingphil™ way to all of the taunting. whereas in 2014-15 era dapg bants, he tended to just remain docile while dan would make his ‘what the fuck are you on about’ comments regarding phil’s weird sexual innuendoes or whatever else, in this video phil was anything but docile. he was in fact quite consistent in giving his own opinionated statements/retorts. just an abbreviated list:

  • the bit where he names the robot bianca and dan immediately objects and phil basically goes, yes. i named it. deal with it. hoe.
  • when they’re looking at other people’s umbrella drawings and he goes “oh shut up. look at you with your perfect umbrellas” in the sneeriest voice known to humankind
  • when dan is making fun of him pretty intensely and phil actually adamantly defends himself and says, “put me under pressure, and i can’t do things.” doesn’t seem like someone who’s just submissively accepting dan’s mockery. he’s explaining why it was hard for him.
  • “look at arty jim down here” damn. arty jim got fuckin rekt  
  • “how is ‘lobster’ easy ???? ?  i mean what the hell,” again in the sneeriest voice i’ve heard
  • his absolute disgust that dan got elbow so easily, and the way he proceeds to shove dan and threatens to “elbow [him] in the face.” like damn. he fightin back
  • when he’s like ‘i don’t  even do anything with this hand’ and flops his left hand around i s2g he is trying to sneak in a cheeky sexual innuendo and slyly allude to wanking in the way that he does best and DAN DOESNT HEAR HIM THE FIRST TIME bc he’s talking and phil just stares at him while he flops his hand around and repeats “i don’t even use this hand it’s a dead weight” and dan absolutely doesn’t take the bait. oh my god. phil intentionally trying to annoy dan with innuendoes, and checking to see if he gets it,,,, that is the shit i live for
  • ‘all or nothing on the zebra’ cheeky laugh. damn.
  • the way he’s like ‘just shut up then’ to dan as he begins drawing the zebra. because he’s not taking dan’s shit
  • etc etc etc

and i firmly believe phil was HOLDING BACK in this!!!! !! ! and was still at least partially constrained by/aware of the camera and his usual role as the quieter, gentler foil to dan’s hysteria and melodramatics. so like. just imagine how much more assertive he is when the camera isn’t on. i don’t think any of y’all need to be worried in any way about phil’s ability to handle everything dan dishes out bc i think he’s happily returning it in full measure.

2. on a similar but somewhat unrelated note, phil spent a lot of time in this video sitting patiently while dan went on some truly remarkable monologues and i thought it was noteworthy, mostly in that phil just couldn’t stop looking at dan in apparent adoration even while he was being a dramatic child. i felt like the staring was much less guarded than phil tends to be—he’s usually so aware of the camera and consciously tries to maintain eye contact with the audience as much as possible, but there were just a few moments in this where i was surprised by how long he let himself just watch dan. 

during dan’s first ‘artsy vs. creative’ monologue:

during dan’s random ass screaming about a raccoon idek:

during dan’s second ‘artsy vs. creative’ monologue:

phil was p captivated. and these def are moments where he’s looking at dan for longer than usual, not just one-off instances of the most fleeting glances that i screenshotted for effect. i promise. 

3. there were some like,,, incredible exchanges during this vid that i specifically want to analyze.

first, the ‘dabble with a robot’ bit at the beginning when dan tries to get phil to admit that he’s making an innuendo and phil won’t do it. i loved this so much. i don’t even have anything much to say other than dan is trying to kill the innocent!phil trope so hard and it’s so funny to me. also. phil was def talking about robot sex. and right after he says dabble the first time, there’s this really obvious jump cut and the immediate frame following it is THIS:


second: ‘i think bianca has a crush on you and she’s mistreating me.’ let’s unpack this. because at first i was just like oh so some inanimate object with a vaguely female voice is showing a potential preference or softness for dan, and phil immediately thinks that she’s crushing on him. and that’s interesting in itself because it’s a surprising leap to make, tbh, and i would never expect phil to say it. but then the second bit, ‘and she’s mistreating me,’ stated as a completely natural follow-up thought. i initially didn’t even pay any mind to this bc like ok whatever he’s whining about not getting his point. but like. think about it for a second. in what context would someone who has a crush on dan mistreat phil other than jealousy or irritation due to the fact that phil is the reason dan is romantically unavailable? like honestly??? ? a platonic interpretation of that comment doesn’t even exist. ‘x has a crush on you and they’re mistreating me’ is literally only a thing someone would say to their significant other. tbh.

third, and my personal fav: the convo after phil ‘cheats’ or pushes dan’s arm while he’s drawing the spoon. just every bit of it. the way that dan leans in on his second repeat of ‘how would you do it then.’ the way that phil completely drops his on-camera voice when he says, ‘no we’re not doing best of three, we’re doing three rounds. it’s 4-2 right now.’ it’s the most natural voice ever, as though he immediately assumes this convo won’t be left in the video. and i imagine a lot of their behind the scenes negotiation as they film for dapg, regarding how things will be scored/structured, happens like this. as in, without some sort of CUT CUT PAUSE interjection to break the filming, but rather just a noticeable shift in tone to demonstrate to each other that they’re saying something that should be cut out in editing. to me, this is just completely reaffirmed by the amount of eye contact that immediately follows phil talking about the score. here’s an amazing gifset of it, which i need all of yall to click and look at, to really get what i’m saying here. and here’s my own screenshot bc y not:

it feels like phil definitely is trying to just have a conversation with dan to figure how they should proceed but dan is still performing a bit, and hamming up his exasperation for the camera when he says, ‘best of three, that would mean i win.’ phil then catches on, drops some of his softness and his natural voice, and immediately looks back to the camera. just. such a good, revealing little exchange. and as soon as the little natural moment is broken, phil immediately defaults back into the sassiness that he’s been demonstrating the whole video by saying, ‘i’m not! i’m just having so much fun,” in like. the world’s most sarcastic voice. then dan chiming in with the requisite fond “this guy” followed by “he’s so sneaky, can you imagine playing monopoly with him?” and that’s interesting too bc it’s dan ~breaking the fourth wall~ more explicitly and talking directly to us, and specifically to this section of his audience that has been voraciously demanding they play board games. he knows he’s being cute and domestic or whatever but at the same time it seems like he’s been genuinely a bit insecure about so overtly denying the audience something they’ve been asking for for so long, which is why he keeps bringing it up and trying to justify it in various ways–by explaining that it would be boring (as he said in his live show) or that it’d end badly (as he said on twitter and now in this video).

wow. just such a good and unexpectedly thought-provoking video. i loved it and genuinely laughed a lot even though the bants were so dramatic and overdone. they were having so much fun the whole time, in my opinion, and that, coupled with their continued lower boundaries regarding on-camera mannerisms, eye contact, touching, etc. seem to be the running themes of post-baking universe dapg. excited to see how these things develop over the course of the year! and also just so excited to see that they are actually carrying forward and sticking to their perceived re-commitment to the gaming channel that happened with gamingmas. they’re really making an effort to film in advance and post way more regularly than we’ve been used to, despite “life things” that are happening. they’re working hard to show us that they care deeply about this channel still and it’s just so uplifting to see that, and to be reminded with each video that they also have so much fun together, always :’)

(dan vs. phil: quick draw)

7 minutes in heaven

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The party people wants you and Pietro together because everyone but you two knew each other’s feelings. 

Warnings: Heated kissing? 

A/N: Feedback is love.

Originally posted by loud-and-messy

Alcohol and food always meant trouble at the Stark Tower, especially on Fridays when everyone had had enough of an extenuating week of researching and short missions. The team wanted to have a party; one like the old times. One in which someone ended up naked or going at it with another team member.

Tony and Natasha had it all set up; they had prepared everything from Monday that week until they realized what was missing. They weren’t the kind of people who put much thought into their feelings, and they didn’t like when others pondered too long about the dos and don’ts regarding other people. (Y/N) was one of those.

In endless conversations, she had spoken to both of them about what she felt for the speedster, Pietro Maximoff and how confused she was because she wasn’t sure if his behavior towards her was a sign of what he felt.

And Pietro was another boring conversation they hated to have, although it wasn’t very often that the Sokovian decided to open up his heart with other person than his sister, who was troubled enough to feel something for a “man” who was not really aware of what feelings were, but she went along with it, unlike her brother.

Night time had arrived, and the Avengers had a few drinks on them; they were all relaxed thanks to the countless beers and shots available. Natasha broke the laughter with a few simple words.

“Shall we play a game?” The redhead smiled wickedly. The team cheered up, but little did they know what her idea was. “I was thinking that maybe we could play 7 minutes in heaven?”

“How old are you, Romanoff?” Clint teased. She glared at him.

“I say we could use the fun.” Tony backed Nat. “Besides, everyone loves a hook up.”

The discussion didn’t last long, and while Natasha and Tony went to set up the papers, Wanda came closer to both of them. She helped them quietly until she saw what they were up to. There were lots of papers with Pietro’s and (Y/N)’s name and it didn’t take long for her to realize their true intentions.

“You know;” she said as she folded the papers; “if you want to set my brother and (Y/N) up, you could’ve asked instead of killing so many trees.” Her voice was calmed, but it still had a taint of a silly giggle in it. She smiled at them as her eyes turned red and the threads of energy moved the papers to the hats.

“So them being together doesn’t bother you?” Natasha asked, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief. “I mean, your face isn’t very cheerful when they’re together. No offense, but it looks like you truly hate them.”

“Not taken,” the brunette woman giggled, “but it’s the problem with my face, Pietro says the same thing. Anyway—“she shook her head—“do you want the help or not?” The older avengers nodded, and now the three were onto something.

The first ones to go were Steve and Natasha, and by the flush on her cheeks, she surely received something good. Steve licked his lips lusciously and sat as if nothing ever happened. Then, it was Pietro’s turn to draw a paper. Wanda tricked the hat and when Pietro unfolded the cutout, it was (Y/N)’s name on it. Tony, Natasha and the witch shared a meaningful look and tried not to laugh at the terrible coincidence.

(Y/N) took Pietro’s hand and seductively looked at him; he bit his bottom lip and followed her to the closet. She turned on the lights inside it and sat on the ottoman that Tony kept. They stayed in silence, stealing looks from one another and turning their heads away when their eyes met. (Y/N) groaned and threw her head back onto the wall.

“Do we use this time to make out or we’re gonna keep quiet?” Pietro teased from the other side of the closet.

“I don’t know,” (Y/N) shrugged, “but now that you mention it… can we have a little talk?” He nodded a silent reply. “Do you like me? I mean, are you trying to flirt with me because you like me or because you wanna fuck me?”

“Both.” He snickered. “Haven’t I been explicit?”

“Not really.” (Y/N) shook her head. “And it’s been awfully confusing, Piet.” She sighed deeply. “I don’t wanna be another one of your hook ups, I believe I deserve more than that.”

Pietro whooshed to (Y/N)’s position and placed his hands on both sides of her body. She tensed immediately when the speedster’s lips were too close to hers. Inside her chest, her heart beat like crazy and she couldn’t stop looking up to those bright blue eyes that were almost intimidating. His hot breath brushed her face and in a split second, his mouth molded with hers in a perfect kiss.

(Y/N) cupped his face in her hands and Pietro quickly, and effortlessly, picked her up and he sat on the ottoman instead. She straddled his lap and gently rocked her hips to get more friction. Pietro’s lips parted from (Y/N)’s and he kissed down her jawline and stopped on her pulse point to suck a bruise.

Her heart was beating so fast that Pietro could feel its rhythm under his lips. She moaned softly when his teeth sunk on her skin and his strong hands played with the hem of her top, but before they could get any more excited, the doors were flew open with several heads peering inside. The two were cut off by a group of nosy avengers, whose faces showed how happy they were.

“Those weren’t 7 minutes.” (Y/N) shook her head in annoyance.

“Printsessa,” Pietro whispered to her hear softly, “I believe we spent two or threw just looking at each other and talking.” Then, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek and helped her up again.

They left the closet holding hands while the most eager ones, Natasha, Tony and Wanda, cheered up on them and their new accomplishment.

The Past, The Present... The Future. -Part 9

Summary: In SHIELD you are known for your charisma and your irrational optimism. Specially taking in count the irreversible curse HYDRA condemned you with. Because of that, Director Fury has determinate that you are the best person to take care of Bucky’s mental state.

Chapter 9: Amonaliac

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: Your name

Warnings: (one?) curse word, heavy fighting (knifes, guns…)

A/N: The next chapter is finally here! I’m so sorry guys, I know it has taken forever. Hope you enjoy!

Previously: Part 1, Part 8

Originally posted by thebuckybrigade


I back away from The Soldier, and Tony, and everyone. I knew this would happen, what did I expect? I should have been ready.

Through the door enter Nat, Clint, Steve and Bruce, presumably alerted by FRIDAY. Nat and Clint catch up with a simple gaze around the room, and with a few words form Tony, the other two also know what happened.

Bruce approaches me carefully and gently “Y/N. Can you hear me? You’ve been out for nearly ten minutes.” he takes a step closer “Please, confirm that you can hear me, Y/N, and we’ll take appropriate measures for what just happened.”

The room remains silent for a few seconds. I hear Bruce, but from really far away. Is he really talking to me? After a few more seconds of silence, Bucky storms out of the room like a hurricane. That helps me snap out of the trance. I look around for a second and then push everyone aside and run outside. The moon is already out, but I feel like cold air is the only thing I can stand right now.

Y/N’s POV:

Numbness. The feeling spreads through my body, making me feel like I’m floating in an silent, empty space. I can’t tell if it’s because of the cold or because of the flashback, but I practically stumble through the forest. I can’t seem to find enough energy in me to walk properly as the world swings in a blurred up reality.

That is, until I reach one of the deepest layers of the forest. Then suddenly a scream leaves my lips. It’s a rasp sound, like a hurting animal. I don’t know why I just did that, and I decide I don’t care. But then… then I start to feel fire slowly consuming my limbs, spreading through my body, eating away the numbness. A few seconds ago, I didn’t care. Now, I care too much.

The anger, the fire, spreads through my whole body, making me shake. I bite my lip so I don’t scream again, even though frustration is building up in my throat. My skin is burning despite the cold, and I start to run.

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Hello everyone! I’m moving soon and so I’m sorting through my stuff, and I came across these pages from a Play Magazine cover story about Okami from March 2006. Thought I’d scan them in for y’all bc it’s really interesting to see what the opinions were from nearly 11 years ago.

The article and interview transcriptions are below the cut, just in case you can’t see the pictures properly. Note: I have transcribed most of the article as it appears in the magazine. The exceptions are that I broke up an exceedingly long paragraph in the main article and inserted like two brief notes on English translations.

Okami: Capcom’s wolf in celestial clothing is a breed apart

By Dave Halverson (Cover story, Play Magazine, March 2006)

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This sprung from me thinking about all Dean’s charms/jewelry in season 1 and about Sam in the pilot (”Not normal. Safe.”) and became quite long and the usual pre-Stanford sad. It’s mostly brother feels and Sam disagreeing with John.

It starts with the amulet.

(It starts in Sioux Falls, when Sam asks Bobby for help making Dad something for Christmas — Sam was thinking he could carve a whistle, so the next time they went camping and Dad lost them in the woods they could just call — and Bobby gives him the glowering little necklace charm and a leather cord, says it’ll help keep John safe. Safe from what? Sam wonders, looks around and sees the world grow darker and more menacing, danger in every waitress’s long fingernails or each gas station attendant’s friendly smile. A few weeks later Dad leaves the journal behind; and then Sam finally knows.)

He watches Dean put the amulet on and thinks, safe, breathes the word in and holds it in chest. He wants to hug Dean, then, throw himself into his big brother’s arms and hang on, but Dean is nearly fourteen and Sam is nine and hugs are for babies or for the times Dad comes home bloody with beer on his breath and squeezes Sam so tightly he thinks his ribs will crack. (It’s another three years before Sam realizes Dad would never have used the whistle, not when he’d intended all along to leave his boys in the woods and track them silently to see what they’d learned.)

Of course, Dad comes back and finds out that Sam knows, yells at Dean for telling him and yells at Sam for snooping in things that don’t belong to him. (Dad used to bring him along to victims’ houses, before Sam knew what that meant, taught him to check out medicine cabinets and rifle through women’s purses for clues. Last year, Sam caught Dean picking pockets and made him teach Sam how it’s done. Snooping, Sam thinks, is just the Winchester way.) But Dad also seems to decide that knowing means Sam is old enough to be left on his own, a loaf of bread and money for groceries and the bus on the table, Pastor Jim’s number taped to the phone and a bag of rock salt by the door.

Dean doesn’t look too happy about leaving Sam alone for the monsters, but Dad grips Dean’s shoulder and says, “C’mon son, time you carried your weight like a man,” and Dean’s whole face lights up brighter than Christmas, barely stays long enough to ruffle Sam’s hair and tell him to be good before he’s racing out the door. Dad thinks Dean’s a man, now, and he must think something good about Sam, because he never realizes that the first few times they’re gone Sam shoves all the bedspreads and spare towels under the beds so nothing else can fit underneath, leaves the light on in the closet and spends the night in the bathtub surrounded by salt, holy water in one hand and .45 between his bony knees.

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a little darkness to get you going


For the past week or so, Pan had been watching you sneak from your cabin during the middle of the night. Not that Pan was watching you like a weirdo (he felt like a weirdo the first time he did it), but the fact that one of his Lost Children was sneaking away in the dead of night raised his curiosity.

Yet tonight again, Pan stood at the window in his tree house, watching you tiptoe your way out of camp. He turned around, rubbing his hands over his face with a sigh as you went out of view, into the forest. Pan didn’t like it when you left because what if something happened to you? Not that there was anything too bad on Neverland to fear, but what if a mermaid got you? What if you fell? He rolled his eyes, as all these annoying what ifs were giving him a headache.

“I just… don’t understand why… she feels the need to… sneak out of camp.” Pan spoke slowly as if trying to think up reasons between his words.

Felix shrugged, his attention caught on the piece of wood he was carving in his hands. “Well does she do anything?”

“She does nothing around this island.” Pan rolled his eyes. “All she does is follow me around and complain.”

“Not that kind of do anything. Does (Y/N)… I don’t know. Does she dance? Or sing? Or draw? Has she ever mentioned anything she likes to do before?” Felix ended his sentence with a mumbled curse word, as the blade slipped from his grip and narrowly missed his finger.

Pan scrunched his eyebrows, the sound of the playing and screaming Lost Boys somewhere behind him. You had mentioned a while back that you enjoyed to sing but could that be the reason? Was it really that… simple?

“Well (Y/N) likes to sing…” Pan shrugged.

Felix nodded, a duh expression taking over his features. Pan’s eyebrows shot up in realization but yet, he wasn’t completely convinced. You could be trying to find a way off the island for all he knew.

“What’re you carving anyways?” Pan asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. Felix grinned, holding up the distorted figure. “It’s suppose to be like, a miniature sword but it looks like —.”

“It kind of looks like Tinkerbell.”

The two boys erupted into chuckles, as the thing in Felix’s hand did kind of resemble Tinkerbell in an unflattering way. They were followed by a beat of silence afterwards.

“You know Pan, I don’t usually suggest this kind'a stuff but if you’re so curious about (Y/N), why don’t you follow her?”

“I hadn’t thought of that.” Pan sighed, rubbing his jaw in thought but he quickly dismissed the topic.

That same night, you creeped out of your tent and down the forest path you had memorized so well. It was lit by the moonshine as the sky was particularly clear tonight, which only added to your excitement.

Nobody on Neverland knew you lived to sing. Nobody except maybe Pan, but you genuinely doubted he cared. Being the only girl on Neverland definitely had its perks but sometimes, you felt like the disadvantages outweighed the perks. Rather than the group of boys hearing and teasing you endlessly about your singing, you opted for sneaking away from camp to enjoy the music you created in peace. It’s not like you were even a bad singer — you were pretty damn good if you asked yourself. But it wouldn’t matter if you were the greatest singer to grace the Earth, as the boys would find any chance to poke fun.

Your mind had wandered and eventually you found yourself at the small meadow you had been visiting for the past days. It was dark and slightly eerie but you knew you were completely safe, which happened to be one of the perks you had thought of earlier.

You started with the chorus of a basic pop song, one you had remembered the radios playing often when you lived on the Mainland. The more you sang out the more confident you became, a small smile tugging at your mouth. You playfully moved your hips along to the catchy song, ending with a laugh at your own silliness. As it always does, your mind left your thoughts and soon you imagined yourself as a singer on stage. You skipped around the meadow, twirling and holding notes out as you completely lost yourself in your acapella.

Pan stood hidden enough to remain unseen but also out enough to where he could see you and honestly, he had never seen you so… alive. Your voice was better than words, as he hadn’t heard good singing in years.

A boyish smile pulled at his mouth from watching you and without thinking, he leaned against a tree, loudly cracking branches as he did so. Pan held his breath as your dancing came to a halt. You tucked some loose hair behind your ear, focused on the spot where you had heard the cracking. Someone had been watching you and instead of panic, embarrassment flooded you.

“Who’s there?” You called. It wasn’t the fact that they caught you singing and dancing, but more the fact they were spying was what embarrassed and angered you.

Pan stumbled through the bushes, brushing off pine needles and tree bits that had fallen onto him.

“Pan?” You accused with a shrilly voice.

“Hello, love.” Pan nodded. “You’re singing woke me up so I came out to see what was happening.”

“…It’s never woken you up before… Did you follow me?”

Pan dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “I had no idea you could sing that lovely.”

Your face flushed peach and you looked down. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not makin’ fun. Your voice is wonderful, I’ve never heard anything like it.”

Somehow you still didn’t believe him and with a roll of your eyes, you ducked past him and back on the path to camp.

“(Y/N), wait!” Pan huffed, storming after you. Your walk turned into a jog, as you just wanted to lock yourself into your tent and hide until morning.

Pan obviously caught up to you and with a yank on your wrist, he stopped you.

“Let’s go.”

“No, seriously. I’m not kidding or making fun. When were you going to tell me you could sing?”

“I did tell you.”

Pan shook his head. “Anyone can sing but when were you gonna’ tell me that you could really sing?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, half uncomfortable with his close proximity but also half enjoying it.

“You’ve got a set of lungs on ya’.” He smiled and suddenly, the setting became a lot more intimate. Pan’s face was lit from the star shine and he was smiling soft enough to where tiny dimples formed in his cheeks.

“Why don’t you sing at camp more?”

“The boys make fun of me.” You softly tugged your wrist from the grasp he still had, feeling his fingerprints still warm on your skin.

“No one would make fun. I promise.” You shrugged, feeling shy in front of him. He had never been this soft nor gentle with you, as you only saw the cold hearted leader he so hardly strived to be.

“We should get back, it’s getting late.” You mumbled.

Pan wordlessly agreed and walked by your side, shoving his curled up fists into his winter jacket.

“Can you sing more around camp?” He spoke again. “It would make lots of the younger Lost Boys happy, you know… It’d make me happier too.”

You didn’t answer right away, keeping your eyes aimed at the ground. “It would?”

“Yeah. Think about it.” Approaching camp and walking to your tent, he left you with a goodnight before returning to his tree house.

And you did think about it. Recently the camp had been filled with music, sung by the youngest boys to the oldest boys. You had one eventfully day started singing while everyone completed their camp chores and one by one, boys started to fill in and sing songs from their childhoods, creating a wonderful choir of songs.

Just as Pan promised, no one had made fun of you and the Lost Boys camp became more cheerier than anyone could ever remember.

So I had some time to draw some more Battle Ready Baggins. This time, its inspired by a movie - for those of you who’ve seen ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark’, you remember the drinking challenge in the mountains with ol’ Harrison Ford’s love interest? Yup, that kind of scenario. 

“It was shortly after Bilbo almost faced death at the small village celebration that he found himself once again at another local tavern drinking far too much than his little hobbit body should. 

However, this wasn’t for fun - this was a challenge. 

Let’s backtrack for a moment - that next morning at the small village after the celebration; Bilbo, despite the hangover, had gotten up early to beat Thorin and his company out of the village. 

Bilbo really cared for Thorin and for the dwarves, he really did. But there was a quest he had to make and it was something he had to make alone. His trust in the dwarf king was quite minuscule, however it was more that he didn’t want to endanger Thorin and the company rather then his trust. 

This was going to be dangerous then the journey to Erebor. 

So, mounting his horse, Bilbo made a dash out of the village as fast as he could. He felt quite smug, snickering to himself and quietly speaking, “Silly dwarf.” He continued to make his merry way down the path towards the next settlement, pulling out his pipe for a smoke as he rode his horse. 

It wasn’t till a few hours late that he realized that he was being followed. He took off to hide and surprise his followers by hiding up in a tree, Sting ready in his hand. Though when his stalkers came into view, he grounded his teeth with a curse. 

Thorin couldn’t help the grin on his face when he looked up to the tree. Blasted Wizard, Gandalf had tipped them off.   

Bilbo kept his distance as Thorin and company followed. When they had finally reached the next settlement - a much larger town by a wide river - Bilbo made his way to the local tavern the minute he found his lodging. 

All he wanted was his quiet time, he wanted to be left alone. No dwarves, no Wizards, and no Elves. 

Not today - Thorin had entered the tavern with the company, though he made his way to the bar. Bilbo was ignoring him, smoking his pipe and running a figure around the rim of his small cup of ale.


A large bottle of hard liquor had been placed in front of him and Bilbo looked up to see Thorin to sit at the table across from him. Before he could object, Thorin presented a challenge. 

“I know you tire of our presence, so I’m willing to make a deal,” he tapped his finger on the table, “Actually - a wager.” 

Bilbo quirked an eyebrow, nodding for Thorin to go on. 

“If you can outdrink me before this bottle is empty, then I will leave you be and return to Erebor.”

Bilbo smirked, though before he could say anything, Thorin continued, “However-” 

“If you lose, you must sign a contract stating we - the Company of Thorin Oakenshield - are to accompany you to Mordor until that blasted trinket is thrown into the fire.” 

Bilbo was silent as he mulled over the details. Thorin had extended a hand, “Do we have a deal?”

The hobbit looked down to the larger hand, then smirked, “Deal.”

And that is how he found himself, one single shot glass away from possibly winning this blasted wager. 

Oh he tried to find ways to prevent himself from seeing double, using his swift hobbit reflexes to ‘accidentally’ spill his drink and switch it out with water from his leather canteen, or causing a distraction by spreading insults around the bar to raise a bar fight. In other words - Bilbo Baggins was trying to cheat. And why wouldn’t he? There weren’t exactly any rules to HOW the liquor was suppose to leave the bottle. He was simple trying to save himself the time. 

That is until Legolas had caught him AND Thorin cheating. Apparently Thorin was using his nephews took switch out the drinks with their own distractions - the boys were good with that of course. Legolas had promoted himself to moderator, so now they were both left no choice but to actually DRINK this hard liquor sitting between them. 

The bottle was tall, and so it was at least fifteen or so shots later that got him to this point. He was starring at the shot glass, forcing himself out of sheer will to raise the glass in his hands. He brought it to his lips, tipped his head back, and the burning liquid ran down his throat. 

When slamming the glass down top first onto the table, he promptly put his hands on his hips and gave his best, albeit goofy grin. 

The dwarves - Thorin, Fili, Kili, and Bofur were just starring at him, a mix of bewilderment and concern on their faces. Legolas had a hand to his mouth, eyeing Bilbo with a rather worried looked on his face. Gandalf however was curious.

“Did he really finish it?” Bofur asked.

“I think that was the last shot,” Fili said, a smile growing on his face, “Well done Bilbo!”

“To think! We had our doubts!” Kili declared.

Thorin sat in silence, inwardly regretting this whole decision. He could see that Bilbo was grinning, though he had the distinct feeling that something was wrong. 

Bilbo gave a hiccup and promptly fell off the chair. 

The dwarves panicked - 

“Oh Mahal we killed him!” Kili cried.

Thorin rose from his chair to tend to Bilbo, Bofur and Fili went to the bar to grab some water, and Kili was just panicking. Before the hobbit lost consciousness, he felt himself being carefully lifted from the ground.


The next morning came slowly to Bilbo as he opened his eyes to the sun shinning on his face. He groaned, feeling his whole body swaying as saw the trees pass by. Wait - trees?

Bilbo lifted his head up from the comfy fur he had been resting on and found that it was the fur of Thorin’s coat. And Thorin was in front of him, riding on his pony - or rather he was riding with Thorin on his pony. 

Bilbo looked back, seeing Fili and Kili on their ponies and leading his horse behind them. Kili waved, “Good morning Bilbo!” and all Bilbo could do was blink in confusion. 

He looked back to Thorin, gripping onto his coat again when he felt the dizziness cross over his vision. “Why am I here?” he rasped out, “I won that bloody wager.” 

“Not exactly,” Thorin looked over his shoulder to the hobbit. He leaned over to the pouch by Bilbo’s leg, and pulled out the empty liquor bottle, “You didn’t finish the bottle.” 

And true enough, there was just a bit left within the glass. It would be just enough for Thorin to have a taste. Bilbo had indeed lost the wager. 

“I’ll be requiring your signature on the contract when we reach a resting spot,” Thorin spoke, almost sounding smug, “In the meantime, get some rest.” 

Bilbo only groaned, his head collapsing onto the fur coat. 



“Stop the horse.”

“It’s not a horse, it is a pony. And no, I will not.”

“Please stop the PONY.

A sigh, “Why?”

“Because if you don’t want me to puke all over that majestic fur coat of yours - Oh KING UNDER THE MOUNTAIN - then you’ll stop the bloody pony or you’ll be King under the VOMIT!” ”

Oof. That was long.

And thank you @ickaimp for the lovely idea of hobbits and dwarves cheating at a drinking game. Also the vomit part too in the dialogue. :)

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Blinding White

“These are for you.” The girl stared at the plain white box that was held out to her by the man in red. She hesitated in taking hold of it, resulting in his orange eyes to narrow, forcing it in her grasp. “It’s polite to accept gifts from people when they’re offered.”

“R-right.” She lowered her chin, trying to steady her trembling hands. If being too slow elicited that kind of reaction, she did not want to find out what dropping the ‘gift’ might result in. If she had learned anything with her last caretakers—it was nothing pleasant. “Of course.”

She pulled on the top of the box, opening it to reveal a short string of colors. She looked up only to find that DiZ had turned away, making his way toward his staircase. She took out the one that matched his deep robes, examining it. “They’re…crayons.”

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A/N: For @avasmommy224‘s challenge! My prompt was Tree with the gif below. 

Pairing: Prophet!Chuck x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 3293

Tagging: @yearoftheweasley @lizzy077 @magpiegirl80 @ashiewesker

Chuck’s house was dull in a sense, adopting a flat grey look adorned with empty glasses and scattered manuscripts. It definitely could have been more livelier, and with the prophet usually acting half-dead after his chaotic visions, the space could use a little life. So, since you were Chuck’s closest friend, you took the initiative to burst into his house with boxes stacked upon boxes full of Christmas tree parts and ornaments. “Happy Decem-WOAH!” You broke off into a surprised shout as a drinking glass shattered against the wall near your head. “Chuck!” You scowled at him, bettering your grip on the pile of boxes as you edged your way more carefully into his house.

“S-Sorry! I thought I told you to knock before entering!” Chuck gasped out, hands slightly shaky from the adrenaline as he stood from his hiding place behind the couch.

Due to the apocalypse being currently on its way, Chuck had been on high alert, aware of the angels watching him and the visions coming his way. You honestly felt sorry for him, knowing you’d never fully understand being so on edge like he was. Any moment a headache leading to a vision could seize him, throwing him into a chaotic session of black and white flashes, a sliver of a story playing out behind those intense blue eyes. The house was tainted with anxiety and despair, painful cries being swallowed by the walls, the door acting more as a blockade rather than an exit. You wanted him to be okay, wanted to somehow ease his pain until the Winchesters sorted this mess out. They were the reason why you started visiting Chuck in the first place, claiming you should keep an eye on him in case any angels decided to pop in for a visit.

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flapjacques  asked:

A little holiday request: first Christmas in reader's and Tadashi's apartment. I left it vague so you can go crazy on details and storyline so have fun with it!


Tadashi picked his head up slightly, looking around the skewed room that was littered with half empty boxes lying here and there, but seemingly focused on the left side of the room. He shifted his eyes to the right side, where a small, plastic tree that you and he picked out from a small Holiday store three weeks ago sat. The decor hanging on the small branches were simple, red and gold, and a small one engraved, ‘First Christmas in our apartment’, a little gift that Cass had given you a few weeks prior to fully moving in. Christmas lights dangled from the ceiling and lined the length of the room, up and down, here and there. 

Your Christmas sweater clung to the end of the bed, and it flashed in Tadashi’s mind, the actions of the night before. He threw that sweater off, and knew now that his sweater, which was also thrown off, must have landed somewhere else for he couldn’t see it anywhere. Your tights were tangled in your skirt on Tadashi’s side of the bed, and your boots were kicked off near the door. He must have ditched his clothing somewhere else in the house, for he couldn’t spot any of the wear he had on last night. Those mindless thoughts of the creaking morning time seemed to vanish as you readjusted your body next to his, catching his full on attention as his brain finally woke up fully.

(Name), Tadashi thought to himself and felt a small rocket of happiness run rampant in his chest as his somewhat calloused fingertips rested on your bare shoulder blade leisurely. (Name) and I went to Cass’ last night to celebrate Christmas early. A small cackle left his lips at your behavior as you murmured in his ear the night before as Tadashi unlocked the front door. Are you ready for your present? was what you asked him, and that echoed in his mind as he bit his bottom lip and finally allowed himself to scoot over to grasp the small velvet box he intended to present you with last night, but didn’t get the opportunity to. His mouth popped open slowly as he let his gaze flicker and admire your sleeping form next to him. He flicked the box in his right hand and smiled softly.

All I ever wanted… Is right here… He thought to himself.

Tadashi felt his sock covered feet run across yours gradually, his left hand dropping and drawing idle circles on your back, almost enticing you to wake up. Vague in his mind was the date, December 25th, but he didn’t let his eagerness to spend a full day of Christmas with you for the first time get in the way of the peace that the early morning consciously brought as the sun began rising, striking into the bedroom with a pinkish, orange glow. There was nothing else, Tadashi thought, that he wanted, no presents, no gifts or cards. He had all he wanted, laying snug and warm in his arms. With your face pressed into the crevice of his chest, Tadashi craned his head enough to gaze lovingly at your sleeping expression. Yes, he said indefinitely, this is all ever wanted.

He flicked the box nervously once again.

His hot mouth pressed a feathery smooch to the top of your forehead, where your hair started as he slid his hands from your back, up to your locks. He brushed out the length of the hair in his grasp and sighed contently, not noticing your eyes flutter stirringly as a deep wakefulness rested inside of your mind. A small mewl caught his attention, a sound that drew from your slightly agape mouth. He waited a few moments, looking down at you with his deep, brown eyes. “Good morning, (Name).”

You mumbled something that sounded like, ‘Morning’. and curled in beside Tadashi a bit further to really bask in his warmth. Taking a few deep breaths in, you could smell the cold air from outside, and suddenly, the rush of the gift exchange of the night before danced its way into your mind, and the date flashed before your eyes. “Do you remember what happened last night?”

“I do,” He laughed softly and tucked some of your hair back to get a better picture of your face, “I only had a few sips of wine from Cass’, I wasn’t plastered. It was really…,” Tadashi leaned down and kissed you, something you returned with haste, “Really… Amazing. By far, the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.” He teased, watching your face turn red with embarrassment. “We’ve done it before, but wow. Last night.”

“Last night…” Your voice repeated as you looked up at him and kissed his bare, hot clavicle. You breathed in deeply once again, sitting up in the bed as your body leaned against his lovingly. “Merry Christmas, Tadashi.”

Swallowing back a lump that the eldest Hamada hadn’t known formed deep inside of his throat, he cupped your chin with his left hand and let you gaze up. The room was tinted naturally pink, giving a romantic atmosphere as cold hit your nose. Your eyes readjusted to the sudden light that was bestowed upon them as Tadashi lifted the velvet box and began with a small, “Lost myself last night with you, and I didn’t give you a chance to give you my present.” You looked at the box, knowing fully well what it was but allowed Tadashi to continue. “I bet a lot of people get engaged on Christmas, so that does make this rather cliche…” You laughed softly.

“But… You’re the best present any guy could be lucky enough to get… I mean, you’re my best friend, my love… my everything…” He pressed his fingers to the box shakily and opened it, “And, last night was an amazing present… And call me selfish, but I want one more thing, and we’re both gonna reap the benefits.” You laughed once again and looked at the ring sitting snug inside the velvet snap. “I want you. Forever.”


“Sh.” He pressed his left hand to your lips, “Merry Christmas, (Name).” Tadashi said lovingly, “How would you like my last name as a present this year?”

“(Name) Hamada does have a nice ring to it.” You said, laughing at your own pun as Tadashi’s face brightened up. You could see the natural crinkle of his eyes as his lips curled up widely, the small lines of his face appearing as you sat up and kissed his nose, “Yes…” You said to him, shutting your eyes as Tadashi kissed your nose back, “Yes, yes, yes…”

He slipped the ring out of the box before shaking it onto your ring finger, giving you a kiss there before a rather dominating kiss to the mouth, something that didn’t last long, but left you rather breathless and wanting more as he pulled away with a charming, “I love you, (Name)…”

“I love you too…” You laughed and gave him a peck to the lips, “Best Christmas ever?”

“Absolutely,” He smiled and cupped your face adoringly, “Best.” Tadashi kissed you slowly, letting his lips really melt and mold against yours. “Christmas.” Lips barely left yours as he ended with a breathy, “Ever.”

Will is the kind of person who would do cheesy romantic things like hang from trees to give his boyfriend flowers. 

Nico just rolls with it eventually.

Thank you for 1,000+ followers!!! 

I’m in total AWE of the fact that i’ve gotten this far. 

I appreciate every single one of you guys. It blows my mIND that this many people follow me and see my blog. Its almost hard to register that every one of the blogs following me is an actual person who has the same interests I do - and more so, sees my posts every day. 

I’d just like to thank you guys so much this is an amazing feeling. 

There are certain people who have helped me make it this far - everything from simple likes and reblogs all the way to encouragement, shoutouts, artspiration, so much more. I think and hope you all know who you are. 

I’m so SO mindblown at how far i’ve made it. Thank you guys so much! 

its so strange that I run a solangelo blog yet I rarley draw them

<3 ~ Thalia

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Demystifying Etrian Mystery Dungeon

[TinyCast contributor Francesco Dagostino teases apart the aspects of Atlus’s new dungeon crawler that come from the two series it combines– as well as the new parts added for just this game. He also offers his own impressions!]

I’m sure anyone who spends too much time playing – or thinking about – video games knows the feeling of disappointment that immediately follows waking up after dreaming about impossible crossovers. Recently, for instance, I had a dream about a Monster Hunter clone with playable Gundam Mobile Suits! That was pretty cool. I can’t be the only person who has these kind of dreams, right?


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A fic ! Look ! And not a drabble - it’s not that long, but still. Yay !

Obviously, this goes a bit AU. You’ll see. I made myself super sad. I teared up. I meant for this to be super dark and instead it’s… this. 

dreams come slow and they go so fast (x)

He pretends it’s a game. The mask that became his face twists his mouth into smirks and grins, and his eyes are alight with a dark glint as he watches her, crouched and frail, her white fingers curled around the bars he stuck her behind. His voice is effortless and callous as he addresses Felix with a self-satisfied eyebrow raise, giving him instructions, and it’s quite easy for him to talk to his favorite Lost Boy as though she weren’t there.

Let me out, Peter ! Let me out !

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