look at his ears!

Double Trouble (Parenting!)

I’m having way too much fun writing this haha oh God… warning: smut ahead

“Okay, love, I’m at Target! So, what should I get again?” Shawn asked, pushing his cart through the aisles, his phone pressed to his ear, focused look on his handsome face.

Diapers! A lot of diapers!” Jo replied from the end of the line.

“Okay, let me see… ah… they have a XXL package. How practical!”

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anonymous asked:

I think Harry's hair looks so great this length and it's doing something wonderful to his face, showing off his bone structure maybe? Idk I figured I would miss his long hair more, especially been he's performing, but I'm really into his current look.

i love his short hair so much we get to see his ears and neck and jaw at all times???? so blessed so moved


Daisy spends Nick’s birthday sporting what could only be described as tragic eyebrows.

It’s fine, Nick reassures her, a strand of pale hair pushed behind her ear, an equally tragic look on his face; if it’s because there is no rising desert island capitalism that cares about the things Daisy’s money could have gotten for him, or because there’s no elder ocean god that cares about what Daisy’s magic could have made for him, or simply  because they’re used to mirroring each other’s every mood, little quirk and neurosis, Daisy can’t tell.

It doesn’t matter. The island is unmovable, unshakable, uncaring. Daisy kicks the ground.

Nick spends most of the day with Damian. Or maybe it is half of the day, or maybe a couple of hours: Daisy thinks about being thirteen and grounded for attempted murder and missing Nick’s birthday, except this time she didn’t do it, but she still doesn’t get to spend the whole day with him.

Instead she dances to no music, using a palm tree that’s grown towards the ocean as her barre, holding her foot over her head and bending at the waist. She tells herself stories, too –she’s told herself stories for days, elaborate tales of drama and intrigue keeping her entertained which keeps her sane when this island refuses to do either–  stories about a couple of undercover spies in taiwan ordered to kill each other, a young girl in rio the janeiro growing up to be the most beautiful woman in the world and the world cursed to never know of it. She dives off the cliff with her clothes on, and when she comes out of the ocean she roasts a starfish over the fire, and it tastes like low tide. It’s alright, she tells no one in particular. It could have used some Roquefort.

Clea’s impromptu beach party comes and goes like a dream, barely lit and surreal, cast in moonlight and stretched out into infinity.

There’s coconuts and shells used as speakers and half-assed truth or dare and a fire, and more coconuts and dancing and Clea’s kaleidoscope hands on her waist and Daisy looks at them and only them.

When it’s finally her turn to dance with the birthday boy Nick’s phone hits an early 2000s trashpop playlist and Daisy forgets what she was so annoyed about, their shoes long abandoned, the driftwood they used to light a fire burning blue, violet, blue, and if they close their eyes they can almost pretend it’s neon lights.

They fall asleep on the sand, far away from the ocean where a crazy random high tide could not possibly drown them. Daisy’s arm is draped on Nick’s chest, over the place where his side of their golden spool of thread must reel him in, the ocean humming a song she thinks she can almost understand now, hanging over her head, but she falls asleep before she can figure out what it’s saying.

She wakes Nick up in the middle of the night.

Next to them are Clea and Damian, and Arash must have had the reasonable idea to go sleep in the shack. The driftwood fire has died, and the guests have gone home, and the entire island is quiet, as if time had stopped for them, as if a sudden movement could break the illusion. Daisy covers Nick’s mouth so he cannot scream.

She motions for him to be quiet, conspiratorial and knowing, grinning wide enough to split the world in half. Her hair drapes a curtain between NickandDaisy and the rest of the world, casting her face in dark blue, right before morning blue, the silver and black of arcane shadows.

She takes Nick’s hand and guides him into the jungle. She gives him that look that means he is not allowed to bitch. She brings them past the shack and the palm tree shaped like a rollercoaster and the pentagram of sharp rocks she’s been carefully arranging for her ritual, past the rosebush, into a maw-like cavern, all darkness and shadows until they reach a clearing hidden where the rock must have caved in a long time ago. It’s a perfect circle of lush green and early morning light, trees as tall as houses, low sturdy shrubs made strong by the years of sand and salt washing everything to its barest bones, its truest forms.

The air smells like Holy ground. Even Daisy knows it: She retraces her steps like she’s dancing a classic, careful not to disturb the sanctity of the place, trusting Nick to do the same. She holds his hand and kneels like she’s praying. Behind a large palm leaf she shows Nick what she’s been hiding for days; here is her gift and she hopes it is enough: A family of baby marmosets, all curled together in their nests, sound asleep and unafraid.

I redesigned Marshal! Mostly because he’s supposed to be a marshmallow monster but didn’t really look like a marshmallow. The only things I’ve changed are his ears, his tail (which is a chocolate/marshmallow swirl marshmallow rope) and gave him some “cooked/burnt” markings. His personality and abilities are stil the same when I first made him.

I hope you like it!


✏️🖋🐾💕been soo busy I’ve been a little stress but good news besides voltron Lance’s birthday coming up and my own birthday

Sydney smash is coming up too

I’m planning to go as voltron Lance

So did some drawings of myself then one of Lance wearing my earrings and glasses 💕and Keith thinking how lovely Lance looks with glasses earrings and a few curls in his hair 😊❤️💙💕


Getting in a little sun while working on a tailet for his best friend. I kinda liked the lineart version of this better, but I had already colored it so have both. 

this? is the funniest comic frame and character interaction in history. tater screaming blueberry in jacks ear. “Tater. Could you shut up.” thirdy totally unprepared for the ordering process. the other guys in the back watching the event unfold. “wait, say that again”. jacks shirt hanging open and and his exasperated look with one ear plugged. we’ve got open, genuine comedy here boys.


best surprise ever: a happy Mark popping on the screen throwing confetti 🎉🎁


dan and phil meme: [3/5] favorite danisnotonfire videos ≡ How NOT to Stay Cool 

i’ll probably make the exact same video as this in december, instead just talking about it being mildly cold but, dammit, i’m british and complaining is what we do best.