ive been thinking about this for too long

Two bros sleeping in the same bed 0 feet apart cuz they’re really gay.

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So not only is Lotor physically distancing himself from the rest of his team, but he’s crossing his arms across his chest so tight, he’s making an even bigger barrier between himself and them. He looks like he’s deep in thought and I feel like here he’s honestly just totally shut down for one of the first times in the series that we’ve seen so far. He doesn’t even have a weapon on him to fight back against Acxa.

Lotor’s closing himself off to everyone, including us, the audience. We haven’t been let in to his mind or his heart. And I really, really hope that the paladins can give us that insight and at least we get a little peek.

This isn’t asking for a redemption arc. Lotor doesn’t need redeeming. He needs a story, and it’s clear he’s reluctant to tell not only his generals, but us, too.

Anyway I just thought this imagery and body language was pretty interesting. There’s definitely so much more to this than we know right now.

Here’s to hoping we get some deeper insight into his plans, and what exactly he’s hoping for with all the quintessence he wants to gather, and the Sincline ships.

impulsivekiddo  asked:

I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT THE BABIES!! the maxpres art was sooo cute

first of all, thank you! im glad you like the drawing!

also you bet your ass im gonna make this a full fledged one-shot. (so if you dont want to know the plot for that then ill put it under the cut. ill start writing it tomorrow, it shouldnt take too long as i have a lot of free time and i write pretty fast.)

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I know that everyone has been theorizing on what the different personalities would be like if they stayed in each other’s rooms for too long but. Imagine it not necessarily being a bad thing.

Logan overworks himself and Patton decides to take him to his room for awhile. Logan doesn’t feel as overwhelmed, he laughs more, he actually makes jokes and doesn’t immediately regret it. Patton’s room, in small doses, could be very beneficial if one of them is having a bad day.

okay so draco visits harry’s compartment like at least once every train ride right

i like to imagine he just sits around checking his watch like ‘no….its too soon’

'hmm like half an hour maybe’

'like i want him to know i care but i dont want him to think im over eager’

'goyle keep an eye on the time i don’t want to leave it too late he’ll think ive forgotten about him’

'crabbe what do you think has it been long enough to go visit potter yet’

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you don’t hold the light in your hand, you are so much more than it,

and it was such a strange idea to me

Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

Hey Guys! :D So literally two days ago I posted and shared this painting, which is,,, now Thomas’ twitter header??? aaaand I am stiiill recovery like???

ooooomygosh

W o a h h h h

Aaanyways at the time I was working on another screenshot redraw because, before I decided to do a full painting, I wanted to do about 3 or 4 drawings with the sides, and thaat didn’t happen. (I blame the backgrounds, it got me carried away) So I decided to post the art with Thomas and Patton by itself because… it was going to forever bother me if I posted two digital paintings on the same post rather than three. Yeaaah if it’s not in 3s or 4s then what the point yknow?

So I figured that I would post this another time and yeah it’s kind of pretty soon? but I just finished this in the past few hours and Im anxious to get it out of the way(lol)

Also… the first piece didn’t show up under the tags I tagged it under. I was suuper bummed about it, but then… Thomas saw it and retweeted my art and PUT IT ON HIS FREAKING HEADER AND IM NOT OVER OMYGOD AHH

OK I got that out of my system sorry. Anyways I think im probably gonna stop here with the in a heartbeat au. Its uh. Getting pretty hectic cuz Ive been sort of overworking myself. I hope you guys guys dont mind :) This is getting too long. Love you bye! <3

12.11.17 Hi everyone. Long time no see. Sorry for being a bit missing in action. I’ve actually been having a really hard time and on Friday I think a lot of people were worried about me. My mum came and took me home so she could look after me, so I’m doing some work here for the weekend. I’m not in any danger I promise, I just think everything became a bit too much and eventually my body and mind couldn’t take it any longer and just broke down. Ive got some jazz on and my mum is spoiling me with a big sunday roast and this milkshake I like. Hopefully once these deadlines are gone I can start to rebuild a bit. The uni knows so I can always say if I am struggling. Its actually really supportive. Thank you for all the kind words by the way. I feel like a lot of people want me to be okay again and its really nice of everyone. Xxxx Emily

psa to everyone who wears binders

ok now that its summer and amazing weather, i think everyone wants to be outside!! although, here’s to everyone who is going to use binders or similarly during the summer!

do NOT wear a binder while swimming, they can get destroyed and you can get seriously hurt.

do NOT double bind, no matter how much you feel dysphoric without it. you can crush your ribs, and you deserve to breathe normally. do not do this, ever.

DO drink a lot of water! since you will be wearing one more piece of clothing, it can get warmer and you will sweat more, causing you to need more water. always bring a water bottle with you, or have water nearby.

DO remind yourself to take off your binder at times! it’s never good to wear it too long, as you can get hurt. put alarms to know when to take it off!

DO know that no matter what, you’re valid, even if you don’t have a flat chest during the summer or not, or any time! you are you, no matter how your body looks like!

don’t put yourself in harm this summer, alright? stay safe!!

because the world needed another redux II missing scene, right?

“Mulder?”

He lifts his head from the side of her bed and stares up at her. His face is tear-streaked and pale in the dark room, and she realizes that the keening sound from her dreams wasn’t her imagination at all.

“It’s the middle of the night,” she says to fill the space, and because she doesn’t know what else to say, finding him here.

She hadn’t even noticed he was holding her hand until he pulls it away. “I wanted to ask you something,” he says, “but then I got here and you were asleep — I mean, of course you were asleep — and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I can’t believe the nurses let you in.”

He gives her a little sideways grin. “They didn’t.”

Scully rolls her eyes, but it’s all fondness in her voice. “Mulder, have you ever followed a rule?”

“Not lately.”

She reaches out to brush her thumb over his cheek, just under his eyes; she can feel the dampness there. “Then break another one,” she says softly. She scoots over to one side of her narrow bed and pats the empty space between them.

“Scully…”

“I’m cold,” she says, which is true, even if it isn’t why she’s asking. “Come on.”

He looks at her long, considering, then bends to untie his shoes. He shucks them off, and his jacket, too, pushing them into the corner of the room between the nightstand and the IV. He climbs in facing her. There’s no way for both of them to be in this bed without touching: his hand on her hip, her ankles tangled up against his calves. “Is this okay?” he asks.

In response, she tugs him just a little bit closer. Lately she’s been thinking about what she’ll regret when the time comes; when, inevitably, this treatment fails like all the others. Not this: not the last five years. Not him.

As he settles in, nestling against the thin hospital pillow and closing his eyes, she studies him. The shadows under his eyes too deep, his cheeks too pale. There is something newly fragile about him, some secret he’s not telling.

“Mulder,” she says, and he hums in response. Even though she already knows the answer, she has to ask. “Do you believe in miracles?”

“I believe in amateur athletics and the triumph of capitalism,” he deadpans, ”if that’s what you’re asking.”

Against her better judgment she snorts.

His voice drops. “Yeah, Scully. Of course I do.” He lifts a hand to her face, running his thumb along her lower lip, the curve of her jaw. “You’re with me every day.”

( @fictober )

Long Distance Little Problem #31

I’m so fed up with the distance. I hate it with every fiber of my being. Somedays I just cant stand being seperated from him. It feels too hard to take. Too cruel of the world to hand me such an amazing person and put him on the opposite side of the ocean. I want him with me and i want to be with him. Forever.

Hi!! Are you feeling happy today? Well we can’t have that, can we? Please allow me to thoroughly ruin your mood so I don’t have to suffer alone.

Because I am somewhat a masochist, I chose to go back and replay the 5th episode of Secret Ending 01.

And here it is; the iconic scene. Rika blinding V, right at the beginning of the episode.

For some other reason, I was much more patient and chose to actually wait and l i s t e n.

And let me just say.. props to Ho San for that absolutely breathtaking voice acting he did there. You can specifically hear V’s muffled groan of pain and the the breathless gasp of, “Rika!”.

Go back to the fifth episode. Listen. Really listen. I don’t know how a single word could have made me feel that many chills.

It makes you wonder what V felt in that moment; terror, resignation, agony? All of those? What did he feel? Was his mind rushing with thoughts of the world he could never see after Rika was done with him? If you think about it, she was the last thing his undamaged eyes clearly saw. Was he committing the moment to memory? Was he memorising the anger in her voice, the features of her face…Was he trying to memorise the way she hurt him? Seeing as just an episode ago, he literally said “I liked the pain, because you gave it to me”, I wouldn’t think chalking it off to V literally remembering the pain she was causing him AS she was doing it - and committing it to memory and somehow convincing himself it was right and he deserved and it was okay because it was Rika hurting him- would be an unrealistic assumption.

But I also can’t help but wonder if in that moment, he just felt… scared? Cornered, and anxious and terrified, thinking of all the starry nights he could never see and the photographs he couldn’t take, wanting all the pain to stop and go away, wanting to see, wanting to breathe, wanting his eyes to stop hurting.

I don’t know which scenario is more heartbreaking.

Either way, this scene messed me up and I’ll probably think about this for too long.

SO this idea got out of hand and not at all what was originally planned, but i got to thinking about how people place the jimmy snakes arc in a mystery trio au and well… what if it was during the time ford had made a deal with bill??

heavily inspired by logicalbookthief’s post here

also i like the idea of jimmy’s hair turning into snakes pls imagine it w me