look how young they are in this picture

Good Intentions

He raises an eyebrow in response. Between the obvious and Zavala’s curt conversation about the Awoken, he’s feeling more than a little curious. He’d like to say he’s not one to gossip but, let’s be honest. Rook and Avia are the talk of the Tower; Cayde and Holiday have a bet going for Light’s sake.

And aside from that, he meant what he said to her. He was young, stupid, hopelessly in love with no idea how to deal with it once upon a time. And now look at him. All he wants is that for Avia and Rook, he’s sure everyone else does. So he starts there.

firstly: shout out to @nattiebug14 and @lostinthehaywoods for being so dang patient with me. so this is chapter one of the fic I promised you guys for Christmas! also feel more than free to tell me if ive got any of the characterization wrong, i want to do your characters justice aha

also cred for the picture of carver goes to @mrpinstripesuit [x]

[AO3]

the next part has way more cornelia and a focus on their relationship but the editing process doubled the word count so I figured id post this chapter now whilst i fine tune the next one, and get some more info from krissy about cornelia! that mysterious titan. but take your time krissy i know you’re off school at the moment aha. for now here’s a wip of the next chapter under the cut cause i feel bad about the lack of cornelia: (spoiler alert for the posted chapter though)

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There’s something I need to point out with this whole “art style stealing” issue. 

And that’s yes, maybe alot of young artists “copy” other art styles. But we all do it. I’ll pay anyone who can show me their art from when they were first starting out and have it not look like some anime’s art style, or their favorite cartoon. It’s how we learn. Over time the pictures you draw develop from looking like Invader Zim to your own unique look, and that’s how it’s always been.

For example, here’s a drawing by @spibbles, someone whose dealt with this alot.

and here is a drawing I made just now, my attempt to draw this same picture exactly, their style and all.

even when I am blatantly trying to recreate the exact same picture, you can tell they were done by two different artists. You can’t copy an art style exactly. Can you be influenced? Yes. Is that wrong? No.

And I promise you if this was ten years ago, my drawing would look like this, just like hundreds of yours would.

Cause everyone starts out using someone else’s art style.

If they aren’t tracing or stealing the artist’s creations themselves, leave them alone.

the foxes as scottish tweets
  • dan wilds: group chats are brilliant man, one minute yer slagging some poor cunt off n the next yer aw trying tae solve the meaning ae life
  • kevin day: would honestly rather look at multiple pictures ae somecunts cock than their baby photos #nohomo
  • andrew minyard: "u canny hate someone forever" aye a can watch me
  • matt boyd: do u no just look at your pals and wonder how theyve made it this far in life and how stupidity hasny killed them yet
  • aaron minyard: dinny understand young cunts wantin kids man, just buy a playstation, theyre cheaper an ye dinny get the jail if ye chuck it oot the windae
  • allison reynolds: dont get people moaning about folk being spoiled, as if you'd be like naw Da you keep that BMW, al get the bus coz am an independent woman
  • nicky hemmick: a feel like such a catfish when ppl like my pic from the night before n am lyin half deed in bed with a junkie bun n a face full a sudocrem
  • renee walker: thy type of people who say shit like "girls over ___ weight shouldnt post selfies" are an actual human bollock
  • neil josten: "huvin one of they days" aye right man am huvin one of they lives
Bridges that Taylor Swift actually created

hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…

and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you 

i’ve found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you’re supposed to be…

and there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me, just like i always wanted, but i’m so sorry…

and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything yeah

and for the first time, what’s past is past..

this is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you when you are world’s away…

call a cab, lose my number, you’re about to lose your girl…

and what do you do when the one who means the most to you… is the one who didn’t show…

this is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight, love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right…

you took the time to memorise me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams i just like hanging out with you all the time…

two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and i will get you i’ll get you alone, your name has echoed through my mind and i just think you should think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and i will follow you follow you home…

we made a quite a mess babe, it’s probably better off this way, and i confess babe, in my dreams you’re touching my face, and asking me if i wanna try again with you, and i almost do…

distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, train runs off its tracks, kiss me try to fix it, could you just try to listen… hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back…

but i took your matches before fire could catch me so don’t look now… i’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town…

my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon, i was enchanted to meet you..

time turns flames to embers, you’ll have new september’s, every one of us has messed up too…

and i hope the sun shines and its a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wished you had stayed, you can plan for a change in weather and time, but i never planned on you changing your mind…

will you take a moment, promise me this, that you’ll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine..

remember when you hit the brakes too soon, 20 stitches in the hospital room, when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you, remember when you couldn’t take the heat, i walked out i said I’m setting you free but the monsters turned out to be just trees, and when the sun came up you were looking at me…

you were all i wanted, but not like this….

you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burnin it down, someday when you leave me i bet these memories will follow you around..

remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, and say you want me….

your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees, when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need…

now that I’m clean, i’m never gonna risk it…

i reached for you but you were gone, i knew i had to go back home, you search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had, and in the end in wonderland we both went mad…

What the last Swanqueen scene should look like

*make sure you read till the end!!!*

EMMA:
You… You saved me.

REGINA:
Did you ever doubt I would?

EMMA:
Truthfully… The coffin gave me a pause.

REGINA:
Well you never have to worry about that again, Miss Swan. I will always save you.

EMMA:
You promise?

REGINA:
I do.

SWITCH to a LONG SHOT with Emma and Regina staring at each other. And FINALLY in a moment of despair both women embrace into a hug as a beam of light takes over and

EXT. NEW YORK. DAY.

FADE into the streets of New York. CLOSE UP to a young man running down the streets, through some stairs as he enters a church. Henry in a FUCKING HURRY. And we SWITCH through a couple of scenes until he finds a white door. And we find Emma in a bride’s dress.

EMMA:
Did you find them kid?

HENRY:
Yes!

EMMA:
Oh good! I can’t believe we left the rings at home.

There is a knock on the door and David walks in with a radiant smile on his face as he sees his daughter.

DAVID:
Oh Emma… You look beautiful.

EMMA:
Where’s mom?

DAVID:
She’s with Regina.

EMMA:
Is she ready?

DAVID:
They are. Everyone is waiting.

CUT to Regina standing in front of a mirror, as she admires her long white dress.

MARY MARGARET:
You’ve never looked more beautiful than today.

REGINA:
Thank you. For everything.

SWITCH to David and Emma beginning to walk through a hallway, SWITCH to Regina and Mary Margaret also walking through a hallway. Both woman walking. wearing beautiful white bride dresses. CUT to everyone waiting at the altar. CLOSE UP to some of our favorite characters, THEN we CLOSE UP to Robin and Hook dressed in tuxedos. The doors open and Emma walks in first with David by her side as he is walking her down the aisle, as her and Hook exchange looks and a small smile. SWITCH to Regina walking in with Henry next and also exchange looks with Robin. It’s obvious it looks like a double when SUDDENLY Robin and Hook step aside AND Regina and Emma turn to face each other knowing they finally found their happy ending. And slowly the image transitions into a drawing and we realize we are looking at a picture. In Henrys book.

A man sits next to a young girl (8-10 years of age) and we realize this is Henry reading to what will possibly be his daughter.

HENRY:
“‘I do’ said the savior and the evil queen. And so what started as a battle between good and evil turned into the most unique tale of all fairy tales. The story of how the savior and the evil queen fell in love. And they lived happily ever after.”

YOUNG GIRL:
Again daddy, again.

HENRY:
Again? Oh no, it’s time for you to go to bed my little princess.

YOUNG GIRL:
Tomorrow?

HENRY:
How about we visit your grandmother’s tomorrow and they can tell you how it all happened?

Henry smiles and turns the light off. SWITCH to the young girl who is sitting in her bed, still staring at the drawing of Emma and Regina as she finds something oddly familiar. CLOSE UP to a picture of Emma and Regina and she smiles and its clear she realizes who the evil queen and the savior are. She closes the book and settles it next to her bed. CLOSE UP to the tittle “Once Upon a Time” as a beam of light shadows the tittle.

THE END

I Give Up - part 28 FINAL (A Baekhyun Series)

“The pictures are out.”

Those four words held so much power. You felt a definite tremor inside your chest as you watched Baekhyun’s face closely. He had looked up into your eyes when he said it and his hand gripped his phone. It jumped around as he waited for something to load, staring down at the small screen with his eyes darting around and his bottom lip held tightly between his teeth.

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My Princess

My Princess (m)

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: smut

I probably went a little too far with this, oh well. Although, this was probably one of my favorites i’ve written so far. Anyway, his was a request from an anon, hope you enjoy :)


Your boyfriend of one year, Jimin, decided for your anniversary he was going to take you to your favorite place, Disneyland. You two loved watching Disney movies together. You especially loved Beauty and the Beast and pretty much any princess movie. Jimin decide to even called you his princess. For your anniversary he made sure to get some time off so you two could spend a long weekend together.

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Secrets We Keep // Spencer Reid x Reader

Request:  Hey, 💕😁 your requests are open! YASS! ❤ Can you do an Imagine, where the reader is a very good trained assassin and dating Reid but she is also on the team. But she never talked about her training and maybe after a hard case, she tells him about her training to an assassin. And maybe she started to cry because, it was a really dark moment in her life. ❤💕 Love ya and i hope it’s not a problem to write about this 😊

A/N: I apologize for how long this took! I rewrote it a million times and I’m still not sure I’m 100% happy with it but oh well lol. I hope you like it!


“Penelope?” you asked in surprise as you opened your front door. It was late, and Penelope had always been the type to call before dropping in for a visit.

“I did something,” Penelope began, her voice rising as it did when her anxiety over situations arose. “I know I shouldn’t have. I tell myself I need to stop being so nosy but I have the information right there at the tip of my fingers and I just can’t-”

“Pen,” you interrupted. “What did you do?”

She fell silent for a moment as she fidgeted in place. You watched as her hands nervously played with the bracelets on her wrists before she strode into your home.

“Penelope,” you repeated as you shut the door. “What did you do?”

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“Seventeen Days” (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

notes: there is mentioning of potential suicide. i promise nothing jarring and explicit.

A/N: as of now, this is looking like a fantasy-comedy with a few serious moments in between. i’m nervous about this one, but i might as well have fun with it! -j. x

next: Part 2 
“Seventeen Days” (Masterlist)

It’s a startling feeling to be pulled out of heaven without warning.

You had been relaxing with a drink, basking in the pure musical renditions of an angel who had been a harpist on Earth, when you felt yourself being sucked away in a swift and weightless manner. Within a quick second, your drink is gone, and you find yourself sitting on a comfortable mahogany chair, face-to-face with the guardian of the gates.

“Oh my goodness, girl! It’s been forever since I’ve last seen you!” you squeal, excitedly clapping your hands together.

The guardian of the gates smirks and folds her hands together. “I know. Last time I saw you, you were hyperventilating about the possibility of going to hell,” she points out with a knowing look. “You were by far one of the most amusing freakouts I’ve witnessed in a long time.”

Memories of your judgment day flood into your brain, causing you to grimace. “Ooh, not my proudest moment. Let’s never bring it up again. Okay?”

“That I can’t guarantee,” the guardian muses. “Now, do you have an idea why you’re back here at the gates?”

Throwing your arms into a shrug, you dramatically recount, “Not too sure. I was enjoying the most delectable lemonade when I was suddenly pulled to here without any warning.”

“Shame about the lemonade.” The guardian snaps her fingers, and a fresh glass of lemonade materializes out of nowhere. She watches you with a fixed expression as you sip the tangy and sweet drink with gusto. “Now, may I begin?”

“Please do,” you nod, shooting her a grateful look.

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found an old song by rhys darby (coran’s va),, imagine coran singing this, lance is the guy with the jandals and keith is the girl who breaks up w him bc he won’t take them off 

I’ll remind you

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, slight swearing, death of a child, some fluff 

Word count: 2090

Summary: After a hunt gone terribly wrong the reader reveals a little secret to Dean to comfort him.

A/N: Omg guys I almost cried while writing the first half of this. Btw if someone already wrote a fic like this I’m gonna die. I was so proud when I had this idea lol. Gif is not mine [x] 

Silence. Silence was surrounding you; it weighed heavy on your chest and made you feel helpless and lost.

Dean drove the Impala through the dark night without saying one word. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that you could see his knuckles turning white. The only sounds you could hear were the engine of Baby and the rain which drummed wildly on the roof of the car. Sam was fast asleep after the exhausting hunt you guys had just finished. You on the other hand couldn’t sleep; you were trying to focus on which raindrop would make it down the window, you were staring at, the fastest. Images of the hunt that had gone terribly wrong flashed through your mind. Tears burned in your eyes, blinking them away quickly you tried to think of something else.

This time it was really bad. It had been a kid. Jake Simmons.

The three of you had tried everything to save him in time before the vampire who had captured Jake and his parents, who were dead long before him, could hurt him.

When you had arrived at the nest it was too late. The little boy, who was no more than five years old had laid there on the cold floor of an abandoned warehouse. His clothes were all bloody and his teddy bear was a few feet away from him, also stained with blood.

Every time you closed your eyes, the sight of his lifeless body would send shivers down your spine.

So you silently sat in the backseat, with Jake’s bloody teddy bear clutched in your shaking hands, while trying to ignore the urge to cry uncontrollably.

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gerardway: Look at how rad this is! A picture disc, a mix-tape comic, a poster. Definitely one of the coolest things I’ve been involved with. Available 4/22/17

Press release:
WARNER BROS. RECORDS AND AFFILIATED LABELS ANNOUNCE EXCLUSIVE VINYL RELEASES FOR 10TH ANNIVERSARY RECORD STORE DAY, SATURDAY, APRIL 22nd, 2017
Gerard Way: “Into The Cave We Wander” / “Pogi’s Cavern”; 12” Picture Disc in Clear Vinyl Sleeve. Limited to 5,000.
Two new recordings from Gerard Way have been written to go with the comic book series CAVE CARSON HAS A CYBERNETIC EYE from DC’s Young Animal pop-up imprint. The 12” picture disc comes in a clear vinyl sleeve and includes the following: a 32-page comic featuring an all-new three-page story by Gerard Way and Michael Allred; previews of four DC’s Young Animal comics—DOOM PATROL, SHADE, THE CHANGING GIRL, CAVE CARSON HAS A CYBERNETIC EYE and MOTHER PANIC; and an 11”x 17” poster featuring characters from each of the series, drawn by Nick Derington. The songs were written and recorded with Ray Toro and produced by Doug McKean, Ray Toro and Gerard Way.
#RSD #RSD2017 #dccomics#dcyounganimal #cavecarson #wbr#warnerbrosrecords

St. Francis Orphanage - Little Details

hello it’s time to cry about nate being a sad orphan child

Nate and Elena’s First House || Adventure Family House Part One || Adventure Family House Part Two


and here we see the exact moment Nathan Drake developed a problem with authority figures

Sister Catherine victim blaming our titular hero. how rude 

(seriously though… some kid stole his books and told him his father hated him + his mom was in hell because she killed herself. I would beat the shit out of timmy too, Debra)

nate was drawing like da vinci right out the womb. the other kids got nothing on him

you’ll visit like every one of those continents one day bb dont worry

sister catherine is right. if you had left ur books in here with jesus, no one would have touched them

(also - Adventure Life magazine! your kid is gonna be on that one day my dude)

pirate comic books ;_;

it’s the 16th of January I think? There would be a shitload of snow in Boston though, wouldn’t there? (Sam also mentions the motorcycle and their mom’s stuff was a surprise that “couldn’t wait till Christmas”, which is like an entire year away if it’s January, so who tf knows what the actual date is).

If it is January though, the year that Jan 1st was on a Sunday that would make the most sense would be 1989. This makes Nate 13, as he was born in 1976. I got Nate’s birth year from A) the ‘76 on Sam’s lighter, and B) Nate was 30 when he met Elena in 2006 (he’s 34 in uncharted 3 (can’t remember where that’s mentioned tho, oops), and Sully makes a comment about them blowing up his plane 4 years ago), so 2006 - 1976 = 30. 

@im-elated made a cool post about this here already, but I wanted to include this detail in this post too - the orphanage got 3 separate “certificate of excellence” awards, which is meant to do a couple of possible things narratively:

1) Establish a rift between the perceptions of happiness and well-being between the staff running the orphanage and the children living there, as Nate makes it very plain how much he hates being at St. Francis. Or,

2) Establish that Nate’s experiences in the orphanage are an anomaly, and that the other children are generally content with being there. 

The second option might make more sense, given that Sister Catherine says it’s a “waste” that Nate is following in his brother’s footsteps + her mentioning to Father Duffy that he should potentially be moved to another orphanage because of his behaviour. Nate is clearly a misfit among his peers, based on the way the nuns treat him, and the contrast shown between his own space (messy bed, books and craft materials piled everywhere) and the other children’s (neat, toys sparse and put away out of sight).

what do the red circles on the dates mean? Are kids adopted on that day? is that when they go on bible retreats? slightly ominous 

The windows directly outside of Nate’s room. I didn’t take a picture of the windows left of this scene, but they’re similarly barred. Given that this is the only window not barred in the kid’s dormitories, and given how much the nuns seem to dislike Sam + his life choices, I wonder if he ripped the bars off while he was still there or something.

Nate’s report file! You can see the M of his last name hidden behind the very unhappy-looking photo.

What the report says:

I caught a glimpse of Edward waving one of Nathan’s books around, teasing the young boy; Nathan immediately lept on Edward, knocking the larger boy down. I ran over to separate the boys, but not before they both managed to pummel each other.

Other stuff worth noting: they were in the Cafeteria according to the report, so Nate was likely sitting alone, minding his business and reading about more interesting places, when Asshole Child Edward came up and stole his book (and badmouthed Nate’s parents). Poor muffin :(

It’s funny to see that the chapter directly after this one (Infernal Place, in Panama), Nate is in still in some form of captivity, but he is now the bigger kid on the block. He’s carved out a space for himself in a familiar environment (ie any prison or form of state incarceration), even if he has to take a few punches to make that happen. U go boy

ah yes. my favourite childhood games: Democracy, the Game of Strife, and Fruit to Fruit. I see you, naughty dog

Arts and crafts! I’m sure Nate hoards this stuff during play time

I’m very much feeling my age with this old ass box PC. I remember fighting with kids over the lone computer in my grade one room. good times.

alright which one of you fuckers ate the goddamn Z magnet

@im-elated also pointed this out (thank u for inspiring half the content in this post), but this is the Pain Board. “DREAMS” has a typical American Dream family home under it, and if you look closely:

Nate’s name is half-erased and crossed off the Star List (probably by another kid, given how messy the job is). Nate being chronically bullied as a child just feeds more into his issues with self-identity and worth later in life. RIP

More pain. I don’t think Nate has a picture up here though? His drawings are a lot more precise than the other children already, and given that he’s the only kid in his room who hangs up his drawings next to his bed, he probably likes to keep them more private (possibly because he was picked on by jealous assholes who wanted to be as good at drawing as he was, or called him a nerd for drawing historical scenes)

look how instantly just,,, happy nate gets when he’s with his bro. Sam is the only good thing in his life at this point, and he doesn’t even get to see him regularly. 

(also: hairy floof)

It’s difficult to get photos that show the full extent of St. Francis, but this place is huge. This might be a mix of different buildings - church, orphanage, and possibly even a divinity college? It covers a pretty massive area in Boston.

hmm. the front door, aka the last place Nate and Sam saw their father. I wonder if Sam ever tried to find their dad after getting out of the orphanage? 


aaaaand there we go! This chapter is hidden with lots of cool stuff (and pain) that gives a surprising amount of insight into Nate and Sam’s early development and character establishment.

Jaal On Vetra

‘The Turian, Vetra, she’s odd. Most smugglers I’ve met are very guarded, but she seems to enjoy the company here. Not that it’s a bad thing. Always good to have more trustworthy muscle, and a few more laughs on board.’

‘Vetra, she’s an interesting woman, pointy.’

‘Vetra was telling me how back where she’s from there was one of her species who wore a visor similar to mine. Said she never knew him very well but he was an excellent sniper. Perhaps I should spend more time in the shooting range. Wouldn’t want to not live up to her expectations.’

‘Vetra asked me what Angarans even keep in our ‘sacks’, as she called them, I need help figuring out an answer. So far I’ve come up with ‘juice for long trips’, ‘air for buoyancy’ or ‘our unfertilized young’. She doesn’t know how our species reproduces, so I’m thinking the last one.’

‘Vetra told me a few of the crew say I look like a ‘bunny’. Apparently it comes from the same planet as you, though I’m a bit nervous to look up a picture. I have very frail self confidence, you know.’

Behold French!Graves

Or, that one AU in which Grindelwald erased Graves’ memories and dumped him in Europe, leaving him alone to rebuild his life from scratch. Everyone believes him dead. Newt and Credence run into him in France by accident. 


They’d been staying in Paris for a couple of days, trying to find the wizard Newt was searching for. Another supposed expert when it came to magical beasts. Newt absolutely wanted to talk with him about the Beast of the Gévaudan, and other legendary creatures he’d heard originated from France.

There were staying at a Hotel in separate rooms, a cheap but nice place to be with everything they needed. America was far behind, now. It had been two years since the debacle with the Obscurus in New York, and a year and 9 months since Newt Scamander found Credence residing in his suitcase, occupying the freezing landscape in his Obscurus form.

He’d taken Credence with him, refusing to tell anyone about his discovery, and offered to teach Credence magic. With Newt at his side, Credence had grown. He’d learned to raise his head higher when he talked, had learned to be more confident when he expressed his opinions, had learned to say what he liked and disliked and most of all, he’d learned to control the dark force within him and now managed to do actual magic. Sure, there was still a lot to accomplish yet, but Credence was a far cry from what he’d been a few years ago. He’d let his hair grow as well, getting rid once and for all of the horrible haircut Mary Lou gave him. It was still short but it curled around a bit, giving his face a gentleness he thought didn’t resemble him.

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With Love And Money

 Sugar Daddy!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, D/s themes, i think that’s it

Words: 8k 

Request:  ahhh yonni omg could you do a really nasty yoongi daddy kink smut with spanking please?


Originally posted by bwiseoks

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