just look at those legs d:

  • So Steph had a rough childhood right?
  • She literally became a vigilante to keep batman from destroying her villainous dad
  • Her dad is an asshole
  • Her mom tried her best
  • But not good enough that she turns to a man who dresses like a bat nightly for a parental figure
  • Anyways
  • Imagine the batfam having a movie night
  • Literally her and babs being the only ones who aren’t adopted
  • Anyways so they’re watching some 90s live action Disney movie her and Dick picked out
  • And she starts talking about how she always wanted like a bedazzler hair gun or a Barbie dream house or a bike
  • And babs is shook
  • Steph tells them she made her own paper dolls out of cardboard and paper
  • Bitch made her own suit she is crafty
  • Dick is trying not to cry
  • Jason and Cass are sympathetic they had very little until they were adopted
  • Damian is just confused because he’s a murder cult prince and has had more than most successful adults his entire life
  • Bruce is litterLY HEARTBROKEN
  • The next day they all haul ass to the mall
  • Babs in the lead getting all the 90s inspired fashion stuff from Clair’s and JP and Macies like Barbie sweaters and printed leggings and 90s cartoon print everything and fucking leg warmers and scrunchies.
  • Dick in the lead with 90 to early 2000 toys getting her all the Barbie shit and like a hair braiding and bedazzling gun and like orbez spa foot bath and fun little outside toys like a bubble machine and those hotch skotch balls that you put on one foot and spin the ball as you jump. Too many water and nerf guns. Some of those are for the whole family.
  • A PURPLE BIKE WITH STREAMERS A BASKET AND A BELL
  • They put a batman sticker on it
  • They also buy a twister mat and box sets of the Amanda show, Drake and josh, rugrats, catdog, pinky and the brain, ducktales, Kim possible, Hannah Montana, zoey 101, fresh prince of bel air, friends, honey they get it all
  • They also get damian some batman toys because he was looking at them
  • He says he doesn’t want them
  • But they all mysteriously disappear anyways
  • Into his room
  • Cass and Tim drag Bruce for not giving Steph attention
  • Especially bc she I dunno gee DIED FOR HIM
  • Anyways Jason and Alfred are distracting her by making cute little batfam themed sugar cookies together
  • Then they come home with like two car fulls of 90s kids stuff
  • Jason takes her to Starbucks and they sit outside and talk shit about people passing by so they can set up her surprise party
  • Now Bruce is an emotionally constipated dad, but he’s still a dad. He still sees Steph as one of his children.
  • He feels really bad for not paying more attention to her living situation, especially when she was kid.
  • He pulls out all the stops. Her favorite food, her favorite movies.
  • Now, mama brown didn’t raise no bitch
  • But when she walks in and sees that Barbie dream house and that bike
  • She looses it
  • She’s crying and hugging everybody
  • Like she’s grown and doesn’t need any of that
  • But she makes it some aesthetic artsy deco shit
  • Except the clothes and nerf guns and box sets that’s becomes her everything
  • The bike is her new love she might’ve rode it inside the manor until Alfred was like ok stop
  • She’s so shook
  • Everybody is crying
  • Damian is just confused in his little batman target pajamas
  • Which also makes her extremely happy
  • She plays with her toys with everybody
  • They end up cuddling on the couch with Steph in Barbie sweater and those weird multiple shapes neon leggings and leg warmer and her hair in scrunchies
  • “Brown, you look disgraceful. I don’t understand any of this.”
  • “Shut up, demon. You’re not supposed to understand, it’s the 90s.”
  • “It’s 2017..”
  • Tim just silently pulls him into a cuddle and he’s too shook from the day to pull away
  • Steph is still crying and thanking everybody constantly
  • She’s snuggled into Bruce’s side.
  • D C G I V E S T E P H T H E L O V E S H E D E S E R V E S

anonymous asked:

How do you know how to add these details to clothing that make it look a bit closer to real life? I try to do it, but it always turns out too simplistic for my liking. I also want to ask how you do your cross-hatching, because it also looks really nice.

I’m going to assume these are both about linework anon friendos. If not send me a message and we can chat some about painting. :)

So, I have not been doing linework as long, but I have made some recent developments while studying it in the past year. So what I find helps for the things you are talking about (so like fabric folds and details like seams) Is called line weight.

this is varying the thickness and width of your lines in order to create more detail in your images. Things in real life have a lot of depth to them and most animated cartoons do not. Mostly because if you draw with line weight and then animate: it looks like your lines are either agitated or having small seizures.
For this reasons most animators do not use line weights in their work (or use it more sparingly)
But we are drawin here. So we get to go nuts with it.
For adding details so they work it’s good to start out with the sketch.

When you sketch something you should try to always think of the shapes you are working with as 3d things. So spheres, cones, and cubes.
I know it looks overwhelming with all those pink and blue lines but honestly it’s just circles. Those are just there to show I view them as spheres in my head.

When you think of your shapes this way it’s easier to integrate details into your drawing by following these shapes. Such as with the fabric folds on the hip, neck and the legs where the two shapes meet, meaning there would be a crease there.
Another example is using thicker lines when that line is farther away from the light source creating varying kinds of fabric folds instead of them all looking the same.


different line sizes and thicknesses are what is going to make your textures. In order to keep stuff uniform I do a lot of whats called contour hatching. This is just making lines for my shadows follow the contours like I was talking about before. Using thinner lines on inner details and thicker ones on the outer silhouette lines of your image makes a stronger silhouette so you don’t overwhelm you drawing with details. All of floofy froggits inner lines are much thinner than it’s outer lines. All of floofy froggits hatching comes from the contours as well and are drawn in areas where there would be less light.

As always, it’s a lot better to reference things from real life than it is to reference other peoples work. When you look at really shiny metal, there is a highlight that is super bright, but also a shadow that is very dark. That’s what those thick black lines represent.
Ribbots line details and shades still follow the basic shapes from the sketch, are thinner closer to the light source and thicker farther away from it.

Not sure if helpful. But I don’t know how else to explain it. As always longer more in depth tutorials are posted on my PATREON

Have fun artin!

Instincts - T.H

A/N: This one was requested, enjoy :)

Words: About 930

‘Can you do a Tom Holland imagine where Harrison watches your toddler and something happens to Him/Her?’

I’m sorry If this one is rushed or not as good, I’m dealing with a few difficult family issues that are making it hard to find time to write.


“Tom, I have a bad feeling about this” You said, squeezing your husband’s hand tightly

“It’ll be okay darling, you’re just overthinking things” Tom kissed your cheek and used his free hand to soothingly rub your thigh, there was nothing sexual about the gesture, he was just trying to get you to calm down, it only worked for a few seconds.

Tonight was the first night since you’d had your little girl, 2 years ago that you and Tom had decided to go out for dinner together, just the two of you and of course, the only person Tom trusted enough to look after your daughter was his best mate Harrison.

“What if something goes wrong? What if he lights the house on fire by accident or breaks something important or-” Before you could continue talking, Tom kissed you, it was sudden and unexpected but was a good way to get you to shut up for a moment. His lips moved against yours slowly, the both of you getting completely lost in the kiss for a moment.

Deep down, you knew you weren’t worried about Harrison doing something idiotic or breaking something, you were afraid to be away from your daughter for a long period of time. Or at least longer than what you were use too.

So instead of thinking about all of the negative possibilities you focused on the elegant restaurant Tom had taken you too.

It wasn’t too elegant, but it was still rather fancy with vintage paintings and the odd candle, creating a romantic and slightly sensual vibe.

“Everythings okay at home, In fact Y/D/N is probably already in bed, fast asleep” Tom said

You nodded, most of the previous negative thoughts disappeared after the kiss you two shared, but deep down you were still anxious.



It was about 8pm when you got an urgent call from Harrison, Tom’s phone was blowing up with texts and calls, he didn’t notice until the fifth call, to interested in your conversation about his upcoming films.

You couldn’t hear what Harrison was saying, you could only make out Tom’s petrified looking nods and one worded answers. Something definitely wasn’t right at home.

“We need to go” Was all Tom said, grabbing his jacket and keys which was hard due to his shaky hands, it took three attempts to successfully grab them.

“Tom, what’s going on?” You asked “slow down for a moment, what’s happened?”

“I couldn’t hear much but something’s happened to Y/D/N, Harrison is taking her to the 24 hour urgent care” Tom looked fearful, although he did try to hide it in front of you knowing just how panicked you seemed to get sometimes.

Your eye widened and you mentally cursed yourself, disappointed that you hadn’t listened to your gut instincts sooner.

Tom paid for your barely touched meals and without another word you two ran for the car, your heavy breathing being the only sound you were making. You rushed to the urgent care and were there within a long awaited 40. Those teeth grinding, leg shaking 40 minutes which felt like hours.

You knew better than to leave your child with Harrison, he was a great uncle and loved Y/D/N dearly but he was all about the fun, safety sometimes wasn’t on his agender.

You should have listened to your instincts from the start, they were usually never wrong.

When you arrived at the urgent care, Tom raced to the counter and asked for your daughter, to which they asked for your relation before gladly allowing you to head down to where she was being treated.

The first person you saw when you entered the room was Harrison, his back was to you but you knew his figure well enough.

“Harrison?” You questioned, Tom taking a few steps ahead of you, anxious to see his daughter.

Harrison stepped aside and right there, in front of you was your daughter. A bright, sea green cast covering her wrist and a red lollipop placed between her teeth. Her eyes looked raw, possibly from the amount of tears that’d been shed since the incident but there was a gleeful smile on her lips.

“We were just playing on the couches, i didn’t see her jump off the side before she was already on the ground screaming” Harrison said “I’m so sorry” He ran a hand through his hair and straightened his glasses. You could tell Harrison felt extremely guilty about the incident and you couldn’t help but forgive him almost immediately.

You pick up your child, who’s arms were already outstretched and waiting for you. You tighten your grip on your daughter slightly and begin to bounce her up and down gently, a method which you knew kept her calm.

“Honestly Harrison, it’s okay” You begin “I know just how jumpy this little bundle of energy can be sometimes” You laugh, pecking her on the nose. “Looks like we’ll have to reschedule date night”

Tom nods “She’s a little trouble maker” He runs a hand through his curls and gently plays with her new, sea green cast.

“Just like her father” You finish

Tom takes Y/D/N from your arms and holds her close. Every so often, he’d pull a face at her to make her laugh or she’d reach out (with her unbroken wrist) and grab his nose.

Sometimes she’d attempt to pull a face back, Tom would (of course) laugh to please the small child.

You smiled, although the circumstances, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Originally posted by tomhollandnews

stenbrough - first date headcanons

♥ y’all so you’d never expect it but bill n stan have the best fuckin first date

♥ sorry did i say you’d never expect it i meant to say OF COURSE THEY DID

♥ after they beat pennywise’s dumb clown ass and they’re out in the barrens bill’s looking at stan with those bitch ass bandages and he’s like “whoa what an angel” because hot damn there’s a literal,, ring of light around this boy. when did stan become beautiful??? (wait no he was born beautiful. bill just didn’t notice)

♥ bill buys a bird plushie and wraps a message around it’s leg like messenger pigeons they used in the way and throws it at stan (”s-so it’d look like it was fl-flying, stan!”) next time he sees him (he carried it around in his bag for like two days thinking he’d see stan but their schedules conflicted)

♥ “i-it was meant to be like a pigeon bu-but they only had bu-budgie toys in the st-st-store.”

♥ stan’s hoe ass loves it

♥ the message is something dumb like “you’re owl i need, stan. wanna go on a date?”

♥ “bill you’re giving me like 3 different birds here wyd”

♥ first date???? no food. stan’s just not up for eating in public it makes his chest hurt and his head spin and he can’t deal. bill already knows this and is totally like !! damn boi i’ll give you the best non-typical date ever babe!!!

♥ they go on a walk through the woods n it’s so nice the way the lighting is dappled by the leaves on the trees and when it hits the right spot on stan’s face he looks godly and bill’s so fucking gay right now jesus (fun fact: all sports are the right spot when does stan not look like a god)

♥ stan’s still stan but he’s like?? so much more suddenly??? he’s affectionate and likes brushing his hands against bill’s and leaning into him as they walk and as he does bill can feel his heart racing and he’s like “same stan me too” internally and it’s grand.

♥ they do a bit of birdwatching and stan points out his faves!!! bill loves the way his eyes light up when he sees the feathered friends like mmMM yes (he’s already decided he’s buying stan a bird for his birthday sometime (and he does when they’re 20 and bill does that dumb messenger bird thing again only this time it’s an engagement ring and stan sobs because he gets a bird and a fiance of his own) )

♥ as they’re headed home there’s a spot of rain and bill starts to just,, fall apart because jesus he just had to let go of the brother he lost to a storm and stan does the only thing he can think of doing, still high off the euphoria of spending the day with the boy he’s loved since he realised he was gay and he just kisses bill and they give a whole new meaning to rain in their hearts and yeah, they’ll never forget georgie but now there’s this new happy memory to associate with rain

♥ it’s the start of a beautiful relationship that lasts forever and ever and nothing bad ever happens and that’s canon i’m sorry i don’t make the rules.

very big thanks to @wyattghouleff for the suggestion ty!!!!!!!!

It looks like they’ve found a twelve-legged spider in their lunch boxes. Thanks, Ana! 

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The start of one of my favorite scenes from Chapter 11 - Hang Em High of Popcorn Redemption by @wyntera

Commissioned from the always absolutely amazing and hilarious @dies-first! :D (who also runs jesse’s @blackwatchguide btw!)

I absolutely frakkin’ KNEW she was gonna make these facial expressions PERFECT omg. (And thanks for making me accidentally roll off the bed laughing this morning from seeing this in my inbox LOL)

Yoncé | Partition

Imagine for me if you will, it’s a Haus party in Bitty’s junior year. Jack has come to visit so it’s pretty low-key. And by low-key I mean Rans&Holster didn’t invite people from every college in a 50 mile radius. So the hockey team is there, the whole bench though and their significant others and close friends so the Haus is still teeming with people right? And it was an unusually warm spring day so the theme for the night is beach party.

Girls in bikini tops and cut off jean shorts, Rans&Holster are in booty running shorts and crop tops. Jack is still in jeans and a t-shirt but the shades and backwards ball cap give him a laid back look as he chats with a shirtless Chowder who’s only wearing some board shorts. Nursey just wore skinny pants and a tank top and Dex is in some silky basketball shorts with a t-shirt. 

The biggest spectacle after Rans&Hoster are Bitty and Shitty. In true Shitty fashion he’s showing more skin than anyone would wish but much to the relief of everyone, Lardo had taken one look at the speedo paired with his trusty jean vest, tugged him down into a chair and distracted him with kisses while sitting on his lap and covering some of that creamy white skin.

Bitty, well Bitty is embracing the efforts of the Better Bitty Booty Bureau in his short shorts and the tank top that’s been knotted in the back to show off those back and ab muscles that come so naturally to D1 college hockey players. 

Dex and Nursey are against a wall, it’s Dex’s turn to drink so he’s already had a couple shots and is nursing (lol) a beer next to Nurse as they talk about class.

Then that tell-tale “Lemme hear you say ‘Hey, Ms. Carter,’” plays over the speakers and a small cheer goes up on the “dance floor” in the middle of the living room.

Dex watches the crowd part as Bitty drags Jack from the kitchen doorway to the middle of the crowd of writhing bodies dancing away to Beyoncé.

“Oh man, Bits is so fun to dance with on this playlist,” Nursey says, already pushing off the wall and taking the last swallow of beer in his glass like he’s going to leave Dex all by his lonesome along the wall.

Well. Fuck that.

“D, let Bits get it on with his boyfriend,” Dex slurs slightly as he reaches out and grabs a hold of a sweat slick bicep.

Nursey freezes and looks back over his shoulder at Dex, raising an eyebrow for good measure.

“But I wanna dance,” he pouts and Dex shrugs.

“So dance here, I wanna drink some more,” he offers and Nursey looks down, only when Dex follows his gaze does he realize he’s still holding Nursey’s arm, even though he stepped back to stand along the wall again.

“You want me to dance here?” Nursey asks speculatively, looking pointedly at the lack of space and the people milling around not dancing.

Dex goes to take another swallow of beer and finds his cup empty. After pouting for a moment he looks back up at Nursey and sighs.

“Fine you can go dance, but I’m coming with,” Dex declares and proceeds to drag Nursey into the crowd of people dancing away to the dirty, dirty words of Beyoncé. 

Dex just dances for a while, lets the alcohol and the music work his muscles loose and pliant. He forgets to keep an eye on Nursey and by the time he remembers Nursey is on Dex patrol tonight instead of the other way around Nursey has weaved through the crowd and is standing right in front of him.

“Hi,” Dex says, smiling brightly. “You came back!”

“Never left, Poindexter,” Nursey grumbles but he doesn’t look all that irritated. So Dex leans in and throws his arms around Derek’s neck and goes back to moving his body with the beat.

After a too-long hesitation, Dex feels those big strong hands taking a hold of his sides and Dex smirks at Derek.

“Way to make yourself useful,” he says over the music, “now dance with me ya putz.”

Nursey shakes his head but Dex thinks he’s laughing so it’s okay.

“Never knew you could dance like this, Dex,” Nursey says a little while later when there’s a quiet lull in the music.

Dex just throws his head back and laughs because he’s not drunk (he is though) but he is having fun and since Nursey hasn’t caught on yet to the fact that Dex wants to date him, he might as well up his game even further.

“You ain’t seen nothing,” Dex purrs, dropping the words right in Derek’s ear.

He grins, wicked and sharp and pulls Nursey from the dance floor towards the kitchen. It’s even hotter in there somehow but Dex doesn’t care. All he cares about is turning his pulling into pushing Nursey down onto a kitchen chair that was left turned away from the table.

Nursey has never been so confused and so turned on at the same time in his life. William Poindexter has taken him to the semi-private kitchen for what Derek can only hope is a private dance show?? Maybe a-

His thoughts cut off when Dex plops down on his lap, long legs straddling Nursey, long pale arms loosely around his neck.

“You want me to stop, just say so D,” Dex whispers in his ear and Nursey has no hope of containing the shiver that goes through him.

Nursey is equal parts confused, awestruck and turned on. Because he had no idea that all that lithe muscle on the 6’2” frame could move like that. So sinuous and practiced and -

“Do you practice this?” he blurts out and Dex stops and gives him a look. One of those, if he had glasses he’d be looking over the rim to stare disapprovingly at him type looks.

“Not since I took that pole dancing class in high school,” Dex says flatly.

And Nursey’s brain kind of whites out at the image of Dex in shorts that just barely cover the goods, so tight they might as well be painted on dancing on a pole.

He literally loses focus on his surroundings the next thing he knows Dex is in front of him, hands on Derek’s shoulders and he’s still moving in one long sinuous line.

“P-Pole dancing, bro?”

Dex smirks and slides his chest up from where he’d been crouching in front of Nursey so close he catches the smell of his aftershave. And Derek always thought that move was overdone, I mean if Channing Tatum doing it didn’t rile him up, who would? But it is so much different when it’s a strong sweaty chest that’s attached to your best friends face and is perilously close to you when he does it. And Nursey finds himself reaching out to touch and Dex doesn’t stop him, miraculously he grabs Derek’s hand and puts it right on his chest, right in between those pale freckled pecs.

Then Dex is turning, curling in closer as he holds Nursey’s hand in place where he’d put it and then that perfect hockey ass is in his lap, swaying and circling and mesmerizing in those basketball shorts. Too soon probably Nursey has to end the private show. He can’t take it anymore and pulls Dex into his lap, wrapping his own strong arms around that beautiful chest pulling back until Dex’s weight is fully on him and his head is tilted back on Nursey’s shoulder. Nursey buries his nose there and starts mouthing at the sweaty skin.

“You’re killin me,” he grumbles and Dex laughs before it turns into a moan.

“We-” he gasps when Nursey uses just a hint of teeth. “We can’t afford the fines of desecrating Bitty’s kitchen.”

Nursey groans and buries his face where he’d been happily leaving a mark.

“So we have to move?”

Dex laughs again and pats his now limp hands that are no longer holding him in place.

“Come on, I’ll get right back in your lap once we’re in our room.”

And well, Nursey can’t turn down a promise like that.

Alexandrite’s Body: An Analysis

(This has probably been pointed out before but I haven’t seen any posts about it)

People are always pointing out how Rainbow Quartz and Opal and Sardonyx are much thinner than they should be, but Alexandrite isn’t discussed as much.

Alexandrite is a fusion of a fat gem, a thicc™ gem, and a skinny gem. Two heavier gems and one lighter gem. You’d think the heavier gems, being the majority, would make this fusion decidedly Thicc™, but this is what we get instead: 

(image was originally labelled fully but the formatting got messed up)

A: Pearl’s head shape (this isn’t directly related to her weight but it’s relevant to another point later)

B: Amethyst’s upper body, sort of, except it’s smaller, rounder, and flatter. So really more like Garnet’s chest

C: Garnet’s waist except thinner

D: Pearl’s legs except slightly thicc™er

So just based on B, C, and D, it looks like a good balance of all of them, right? Except for the fact that even the areas taken from Garnet and Amethyst are slimmed down, and overall there is a lot more Pearl (see A). Plus, labelling her chest as one of her Amethyst-inspired features seems like a bit of a stretch, as it’s much more like Garnet’s, leaving her with virtually no Amethyst inspiration aside from the hair. Also, her hips are much thinner than those of Amethyst or Garnet, marking those as yet another Pearl feature.

So basically, her main features:

Hair: Amethyst

Head: Pearl

Visor: Garnet

Nose: Pearl

Mouth: Amethyst/Garnet

Arms: Pearl/Garnet

Chest: Garnet

Waist: Pearl/Garnet

Hips: Pearl

Legs: Pearl

Feet: Pearl

Notice a pattern?

Conclusion: Pearl, being the Favorite Gem of Becky Sucrose, automatically overrides every other gem’s traits in her fusions.

I did these quick drawings of a cat walking forward to help out a friend figuring out a walk cycle for their animation, but I like the drawings enough and figured you guys might find a visual guide like this helpful so here it is! Here’s some of the critique that went along with it as well:

I stuck to realism so that you could apply this to your own work.

1)First thing I want to point out is that the head is bent low enough that we can see the shoulder take the weight of the feet. I would also do this in your animation. It’ll take a little longer, but showing the shoulders roll as a cat puts their weight onto each foot will really add a lot of realism to your work. You can also see how the leg in front is almost placed right below the cat’s center of gravity. Keep in mind how your character is going to stay balanced, if their leg is too far out, they would tip over, so cross the legs in front. They don’t call it the ‘catwalk’ for nothing! Also notice the chest. Cats have chests that rest behind their shoulders, and it’s a crucial part of makes a cat’s walk look so distinct.

2) Here I laid out the bone structure and I would highly recommend you do a quick pass of your animation to just lay out the bones of your character first, and they don’t have to be as detailed as mine, just little lines and circles to represent bones and joints would help you out a long way! Keep these shapes simple and then you can see if your walk looks good played back to you before you try to put the character on top.

3) These are just some basic pose suggestions and you can see in those drawings how the weight of the cat has shifted so that the leg can support it. If you want more reference, look up the Lion King song “Be Prepared” As Scar has a scene where he moves towards the camera in a similar fashion that I would highly recommend slowing down and looking at frame by frame.  I tried looking up refs on youtube quickly, but didn’t find many good exact results, but youtube has a plethora of cat videos so never be afraid to look up reference! :D

I Do It Better ||Sam Drake x Reader ||

Originally posted by knives-on-static

Characters: Sam Drake x Reader.

Fandom: Uncharted

Request: Yas, omg don’t apologise for requesting Sam again gf!! [Request Sam all the time if you want <3 Okay so I’m sorry for requesting Sam again but I just finished the game, and started multiplayer and Jesus those dance taunts. So maybe just something where you’re in the bar with Sam and he gets a little drunk, wanting to dance with you? Always a bonus if you can sneak some kisses in too haha! Some of the dances that would be fun to have in it: the glide, the shuffle, the shimmy (just because it looks like he’s so into it) the rubber leg, the cabbage patch. The disco and the running man :D]

Prompt: You’re celebrating your birthday at a bar with Sam, Nate and Elena, however, Sam gets a little too tipsy and tries to get you to dance with him. He fails miserably at dancing but that’s only because he’s intoxicated but you are more than happy showing him how it’s done. 

Tags: @rafeadderall @dragonjedihobbit @missdictatorme @shararogers @delicrieux

Word Count: 979 ITS REAL SHORT BUT SWEET

A/N: ADDED THE PULP FICTION GIF BC THAT SCENE IS ICONIC AND I LOVE IT A LOT! 


You sat at in the booth of a bar, a laugh escaping your lips as Nate and Elena across from you tell you one of their many stories. Today was your birthday, and instead of having a big celebration you just settled for dinner and a few drinks at the bar afterwards. A few drinks had turned into a lot more, particularly with your Partner, partner in crime, a partner in love; Sam Drake. 

It was late, and the only people left in the bar were the local drunkards billowing the songs of freedom or passed out. Sam had left the three of you to get another round of drinks, he insisted you at least got somewhat drunk on your birthday night. 

“And things with you and Sam are going…well?” Nate raised his brow, looking at you from across the booth. You smiled and nodded, things had been going great in fact between the two of you. It had been a short few months since everyone’s return from Madagascar after discovering the not so fictional pirate haven, Libertalia. 

You and Sam had just come back from a deal gone bad with Sully and decided whilst in town to catch up with Elena and Nate to celebrate your birthday. “Oh, things are great!” You answered with a grin on your face, the two across from you smirked and nodded, “That’s good to hear… any bumps in the road, or anything, No?” Elena questioned. 

“Nope, things are great.” You sipped the last of your beer and smiled at the two who still smirked, looking at you knowingly. Nate nodded and looked down at his drink, “well I’m just glad someone’s here to have Sam under control… but you might wanna put a tighter leash on him…” He gestured from his seat to across the bar, your eyes followed where he was pointing.

You had wondered why Sam took so long, he was dancing, getting up the fellow drunkards to move to the beat of the music playing on the jukebox. A suppressed groan left you and you rolled your eyes, the couple across from you laughed. “Oh hell… is he…is he dabbing?” You asked aloud, making sure your eyes had not deceived you. Sure enough, he was. 

“I think so…” Elena laughed and you cringed, you weren’t embarrassed by the fact that he was dancing you were embarrassed by the fact that he was horribly out of time with the beat. “He’s not even doing it to the beat, he’s out of time..” You gave your own commentary making the two laugh. 

“Would you believe me if I said that he’s actually a good dancer?” Nate chuckled, making your eyes widen, “No! Samuel Drake a good dancer?… makes sense as to why he has such a nice ass though.” Nate rolled his eyes and Elena chuckled, “All right I don’t think I need to hear about how good my brother’s ass is… speaking off his ‘nice ass’ is coming over to you.” 

You turned your head to see him walking over, slightly stumbling and swaying. “Come dance Y/N.” He grinned at you and you laughed and shook your head, “No, I’m not nearly as drunk enough to do that.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrists gently, he gestured to the open space for you to join him and a defeated sigh escaped your lips. 

“Oh, all right we’re doing this – we’re actually doing this? I’m going to kick your ass at dancing.” You grinned up at him and let him pull you out of the booth. He brought you onto the floor and started to shimmy, you mimicked him but you had done it a lot better given your sense of beat wasn’t completely thrown out the window. “You know how to shuffle?” He asked you and you eyed him, giving him a look that indicated how stupid his question was.

Do I know how to shuffle – of course I do!” You lightly hit his chest, his attempt to do so had failed miserably as he simply could get his footing right but you were going to show him how it’s done. And you did. “What’d I say, Sammy? I’d kick your ass at dancing!” 

“Oh, we aren’t finished here.” He outstretched his arms to the side, attempting to smoothly execute the glide, but instead ended up looking like an octopus getting deep fried than ‘smooth’, you mimicked his movements but executed it better and he rolled his eyes at you, you smirked at him, “Anything you can do, I can do better.” 

He started to move his hips and outstretch his leg making you laugh and hit his shoulder lightly, “the rubber leg, really Sam?” You didn’t even attempt in trying to copy him, you were far more entertained as he continued onto the Cabbage Patch. “Okay, okay… watch me all right?” You laughed and started to swing your hips and twist your right leg, moving your arms side to side. Sam watched you intently and did the same… or well… at least tried to do the same. 

Eventually getting frustrated he gave up and grabbed your hips, bring you closer to him. “Giving up so easily, Sam? I didn’t pick you for a quitter.” You winked at him wrapping your arms around his neck and swayed your hips side to side. “I managed to get you to dance sweetheart, whose the real winner here?” He grinned, you rolled your eyes. “I love seeing you move your hips.” He added wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Oh, how devious of you Sam…” You smirked, wrapping your fingers around the collar of his shirt and bringing his lips down to yours. He hummed contently against your lips and pulled away, eyeing you, “have you ever heard of the running man?” You deadpanned at him, “really, Sam?” 

In which Ace has a run in with Bonney.

“Oh. Now, this does take me back.” 

Riskua’s smiling, squatting down to his level and Ace folds his (too thin, too round and too weak) arms across his tiny chest. 

“S-shut up,” he grumbles, huffing furiously. 

But Riskua’s eyes are so bright as she looks at him, a wide grin on her face as she pokes him in the cheek. 

“Quit it!”

“But you’re so cute like this!”

Before Ace can protest, Riskua’s swept him up off his feet and he finds himself propped up on her hip as if he’s an actual toddler and not just in the body of one. 

“Ack! Put me down!” 

“Nope. With those short little legs we’ll never find anyone to fix this. Now come on, I think I know who’s at fault here.”

anonymous asked:

honestly i love fashion so much, and it is crazy to me, because that outfit in your latest post is like... the furthest thing from an okay outfit in my eyes. like, if I just saw it on a mannequin, i'd find it so unappealing. but you are rocking it SO HARD and it looks SO GOOD and my brain can't even fathom it. keep on rocking!!

real talk, that has been my absolute goal in transitioning my style. I got so tired one day of looking at things online and immediately thinking “yeah but maybe on someone else. maybe someone with a smaller chest or better legs or a less aggressive ass. I bet it would look fantastic on them.” it was fucking exhausting. I wanted to wear things, I liked those things, but I never let myself take risks or go outside the box of what I knew looked good. I have insane body dysmorphia, it’s a real problem, and I used to strap myself in with shapewear and girdles and garters and tight tight belts because I desperately wanted to assert the shape that I had. what if people didn’t know I was a size 10?? tragedy! 

then one day my girlfriend was sitting on the bed, watching me get dressed and freaking out about which belt to wear, and pointed out that, “even if they can’t see it, people know you have a waist. they can see the rest of you. like, you’re not just a floating torso. they can guess your shape pretty accurately without your clothes being latexed to your body.” 

this sounds like a minor point, but it was HUGE FOR ME. from that day on I just decided, fuck it. I’ll wear what I want, exactly how I want. I’m not going to hold out for a different body, or think about how great an outfit would look on someone else. people can tell what you look like when you’re in the same physical fucking plane as them. you can’t trick anyone. so wear what you want to wear, not what’s Good For Your Shape. obviously I still care about the outfits I create, but I feel so much happier than I did. I have all these new toys to play with. that purple frilly dress I was wearing yesterday was marketed as a shirt on a very tiny asian girl, but I decided a dress would be cooler, so dress I went. these are my blocks, and for the first time I get to build exactly what I want. 

anonymous asked:

So you seem like you're kind of an accident prone person--been following your blog awhile, and you seem to have your fair share of misfortunes. How does that work with running and lifting? I want to start running but I'm terrified I'm going to run into a tree, or break an ankle, or fall into a lake.

Well, with lifting, everything is about form – like 99% of lifting is learning how to lift properly, so it involves a lot of books, youtube videos, and mirrors to make sure I’m doing it right. And I still have injured myself a couple of times. 

With running, the thing about running is that of all the aerobic sports it’s one of the least likely to cause injury because you’re just doing the same thing repeatedly in a straight line and if something goes wrong you can immediately stop doing the thing. With something like soccer or baseball, you’re running around a lot but you’re also doing a lot of stops, turns, kicks, colliding with others, etc. Running, as long as you’re working with a decent situational awareness, is one of the safer physical activities you can do. There’s nothing to fall off of (unless you’re on a treadmill, but that’s quite rare and they make those safety clips for a reason), you’re never moving above about five miles an hour, and you’re usually not in a group of people who are actively trying to prevent you from moving forward. :D 

I mean your odds of running into a tree or falling into a lake are pretty low because you are looking ahead at where you’re going, and you have to choose to run next to a lake, you don’t just end up there. Leg and foot injuries do happen, that’s true, but breaks aren’t as common as you’d think – muscle strains/sprains from repetitive motion are the most likely, and those aren’t super painful usually. 

I am terribly accident prone, but most of my accidents happen when I’m out in public, in a crowd, or doing something I’m not familiar with. I don’t generally injure myself while cooking or running, and I never injured myself seriously while working in a scene shop with power tools, because I knew what I was doing and I was going through familiar motions (and I was very aware of what I was doing because I knew there was a heightened risk). 

So when you run, just remember:

1. Wear brightly colored clothing (or lights, if you run at night – Target sells light-up wristbands around this time of year for a dollar and they’re GREAT) so that others can see you. Treat cars like wild animals: don’t assume the driver will see you or react rationally if they do. 

2. Run where you feel safe and look ahead and down, so that you see the oncoming path/sidwalk and any obstacles. 

3. Carry a few band-aids for blisters and a few dollars in case you get into trouble. (I carry band-aids, three bucks, and a copy of my driver’s license in a pocket of my phone arm-strap.) 

4. Stop if you feel hurt. Rest, assess the injury, and walk home if you need to, or call for help if it’s bad enough you can’t walk home. Don’t destroy yourself for a run, no run is worth it. 

You’ll be fine! GOOD LUCK! 

It might get to be a habit

Rinch ficlet. The library, dumb jokes, a kiss.


It happened by accident, the first time. Harold hadn’t been at his desk but his bag was there, and his coat was hanging on the rack and John had sat there a solid half hour before he allowed himself to get up and look for him. He knew sometimes Harold went down to the stacks, where long, towering shelves of books made the basement feel like a particularly informative labyrinth, and he knew, too, that sometimes Harold would get distracted down there.

But it was tough on Harold’s leg, having to navigate all those stairs. And the stacks were dim and quiet, so far down that John would never know if anything happened.

So he’d gone looking. 

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p-aurisan  asked:

What was your favorite animation you/the art team made for the game?

Ummmm man it’s really hard to pick because there are probably thousands of unique animations in the game and I personally did hundreds, if not thousands, myself. x_x After a while it’s hard to remember what exactly you did off the top of your head.

I was really happy to make Tweek and Craig hold hands. Uh, at one point I also animated a unicorn taking a massive rainbow dump, but that got replaced with Mother Earth instead. Um, I did all of Fastpass’ combat animations and I’m still rather proud of those, because it was a bit of a challenge to decide how he’d move while executing his powers… I think I looked at how dogs run when they’re missing their back legs. :) I also animated some bosses, like the final boss of the game and the final boss in the Mephesto crawl… oh I just remembered, one of my favorite boss animations I never get to see on streams because it keeps getting skipped is what happens if Red Wine Drunk Randy manages to attack Captain Diabetes.

I could probably talk about animations I did all day, haha. I’m working on some cool animations for DLC so I hope people pick those up next year. :)

sonicsfan1998  asked:

Can you do a story where Sonic finally gets the courage to tell Amy he loves her? Some people really go out of character with Sonic and Tails, make sure you don't go out of character please, like some fanfictions do, it throws me off and makes me see Sonic in a slightly darker light.

I make it my life’s WORK to try and stay in character, hon XD But I also have to say that it will be AU (out of character) for Sonic to just up and say it, you know? So you’re asking for a very canon moment between the two where he ‘kinda’ says he loves her but not so directly, right?

In most of my prompts, I usually have it where Sonic and Amy are a little older, just so that Sonic can feel those ‘hormones’ a little stronger XD and feel the need to not want to keep it all ‘same old, same old’ anymore too.

But I digress, on with the show! :D/ (Are you expecting Tails to be in this prompt, or..? 0-o)

Prompt:

Sonic zig-zagged between the robotic horsemen’s legs, seeing the robotic centaur look down and step away, having in one hand an electric spear, and the other, Amy Rose…

“Okay! I believe you!” Amy kicked her legs as the robot sent a bolt of lightning down at Sonic, who flipped into the air and started climbing the floating stones to get to the Centaurs weak-points.

The centaur was being controlled by the machines, the storybook having a corrupted God from mythology use his mechanical know-how to corrupt his fellow Gods and also their beings.

He was sucked into this world and Amy fell in soon after, seeing the book shaking and glowing, her curiosity just got the best of her.

Sonic rammed his head into the last remaining red button that connected the whole of the machine to the centaur, as his last piece of shoulder, mechanical armor came off, and he calmed down.

Sonic landed and smiled, holding out his arms as the creature sorrowfully, with a look of asking for forgiveness in his eyes, lowered the girl back into Sonic’s arms.

He nodded, and took off, as Amy kept speaking.

“So… you really WERE King Author! And those… those rings were… Woah! My head’s spinning so much I can’t even think straight!” Amy put her hands to her head, ducking them down and shaking them while Sonic carried on his merry way.

“I mean, I know you get into some tough situations.” Amy was fiddling with her hands as Sonic fought Poseidon in the background.

The scene seems to then shift again as Amy is on a rock and kicking some pebbles around, “And I know you wouldn’t naturally lie to me unless it was something important…” Sonic fights Zeus as the giant lightning bolt is casted into the air, and Sonic jumps to narrowly dodge but uses his Super form to shift the energy away from hitting Amy and then taking down the metal helmet controlling him on his head.

“And I mean, you weren’t really trying to avoid me. I understand that now.” She nods her head as a mechanical owl is gripping her in his claws, cawing to Sonic behind him as Sonic takes him down with the help of another freed God and his accompanying creature.

“So, I guess this means you would have come on time if it weren’t for all these things, right?” She raises an eyebrow, trying to make sure she’s understanding this as some ancients stand below them and seem to bow down in worship to Sonic, who just saved their stories.

Sonic looks over them but only sheepishly smiles, folding his arms before turning to Amy.

“Wait… what just happened?” She looks around, but Sonic scoops her up again and dives into a portal, as they’re suddenly out of the Myth book and laying down on a couch.

“Nothing important.” Sonic shrugs, taking a bite out of an apple, as Amy is suddenly aware she’s wearing a greek robe, with a bowl of fruits in her hands, and a golden lace of leafs as a crown.

“..H-huh?” she suddenly becomes aware of her surroundings as Sonic pulls the bowl towards him, having her on top of him while he lounges. “Basically, you’re right.” he winked, and then continued as he ate a grape. “And as a God, I should probably keep my promises more. So, yeah. I’ll take you back to the heavens sometime.” he nonchalantly ate his meal before putting the bowl down and flicking Amy’s crown.

“You realize those ancients think you’re a Goddess too, right?”

“W-wa-wait, WHAT!?” Amy stuttered, as the crown tilted slightly on her face.

He chuckled, seeing she was too focused in her thoughts to experience the real adventure around her, and adjusted the crown on her head.

“Yeah, I told them you were a mortal I picked up, saved, and then told them I was bringing you back into my world with me.” he lowered his hands, looking at her before sighing a moment and scratching the back of his head.

“Sadly, they misinterpreted this.”

“What?” Amy looked down at the book he was staring at.

Opening it up, she read the last page.

“The Blue, Holy Hedgehog then took his Mortal Woman to the land beyond. And there, it is said they lived out eternity in one another’s arms. Surrounded by music, love, and all things holy.”

Amy blushed, “Holy Hedgehog?”

He put the book down, “Yeah, weird imaginations these people have, huh?”

“W-wai-wait! They think you-!” She turned to point to Sonic, startled, before turning to the book, “T-That we’re-!”

He smiled, “Guess I can’t help it.” Sonic kicked up his feet, putting an arm around the back of the couch, and grinning from ear to ear. “I like my mortal woman.”

He laughed, as Amy hit him in the face with her hammer.

“Careful there, HOLY Hedgehog.” she twitched an eyebrow, before smiling and removing the hammer, looking smugly in her place.

Goddesses have quite the temper.”

(I thought it was cute XD It’s an AU concept but I tried to keep it in Character. Sonic isn’t one to just come out and say it, but if you read enough into it, you’ll get that they think Sonic and Amy are like Hercules and Meg. He took her cause he loved her XD)

actual-avery-grey  asked:

9 shiro and Keith?

I finally wrote this. I had so many ideas an they’re all finally out. I hope you enjoy the fic. The prompt was 9 “dont call me that” and I couldnt help but think of the nicknames Shiro gets.

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Shiro watched Keith closely through narrowed eyes “Keith…You wouldn’t.” he breathed unsurely. He was sitting up on the bed now ready and alert to stop Keith from walking out that door. There was no way in hell Shiro was going to let that nickname make it’s way around here. Not in a million years.

“I don’t know Takashi.” Keith shrugged nonchalantly. “I could easily just, y’know, walk out there. It’d be so easy just to tell them. Or help them remember. There’s no way Lance is innocent to that nickname.” he hummed innocently slipping on his black t-shirt.

“Keith that cannot be said around the castle.” He moved to slip on his shirt too. He was ready to catch keith if he made a run for it, and it seemed like that was going to be the situation any moment now.

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Supernatural: Doggy Treats

Based off an anon prompt, I needed to write something about my bby Crowley after the s12 finale. This is just gonna be pure tickles and fluff, in case anyone’s wondering. More like my old Supernatural fics. Hope you enjoy while I still suffer over the finale deaths -_- 

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“Dean, would you pass me the peanut butter?” 

The teen licked off peanut butter from his finger, where he’d been feeding from the bowl. He grinned and handed the container over, “Sohorry.”

Crowley smirked at the young man sitting on the counter, “How long do these bake for?”

“Fifteen minutes or so.”

Dean nodded, looking over to the empty cage in the next room, where his little brother was kneeling next to it. Soft growls and small giggles from Sam told him that the hellhounds were in a playful mood for once instead of…. well, a slashy killy one. 

“Would you like to shape the treats for me, squirrel?” Crowley offered, “Sam seems to be occupied enough.”

Dean smiled and nodded, hopping off the counter to go to the dough. He used the cookie cutter to make bone-shaped biscuits.

“Not bad,” the King of Hell commended, patting Dean’s shoulder once as he walked over to Sam.

“Having fun, moose?” 

The youngest Winchester looked up, his fingers poking into the cage where he’d feel nuzzles and warm, moist breath against them, “Yeah. What’s her name again?”

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