maybe i just think i look good

anonymous asked:

i just think maybe others agree too? i was looking forward to it but its just frustrating having to wait. having a variety is always a good idea. im sure im not the only one who feels the same way.

Again, cool. I’m sure others do agree.

But this is still MY blog. And I’m still not your employee. I don’t owe anyone specific content unless they’ve commissioned it from me.

anonymous asked:

4 with Dark?

4. In The Moment Kiss - Maybe it’s in the middle of an argument or you just looked to damn beautiful not to kiss, but their lips were hot against yours and it felt too good to stop.

You hated trying on clothes. You didn’t look good in anything anyway, so why even bother? Unfortunately, you needed new formal clothes for a friend’s wedding, and Dark wouldn’t let you go shopping alone.

“Are you done?” Dark called impatiently, clearly regretting coming along.

“Yeah…” you had been for a while, but you were- in vain- trying to make this damn outfit look more flattering on you.

Hesitantly, you opened the door to the dressing room and stepped out to show Dark. “I think I’ll need something different; this just isn’t working. Maybe I should try-”

Suddenly you were pressed against the wall, Dark’s lips crashing into yours passionately. You were caught off guard, but you relaxed and tangled your fingers in his dark hair.

It lasted longer than you were expecting, but Dark couldn’t seem to stop. He pressed you further into the wall, hands dropping down to your hips.

He didn’t let you go until you were gasping for air. “So…” you smiled. “I should get this one?”

anonymous asked:

"starting to"? Did you not like it at first?

No I liked it but I’m not a big fan of romance films and the ending was pretty darn predictable, so that took points off for me. I would’ve rather the movie ended a little differently, but that’s my opinion. But yeah after thinking it over I like the themes the movie is trying to explore and it made me appreciate it more. Gigguk made a pretty good analysis on the film and I agree with him on a lot of the points he makes so give that a look if you want.

I would def say the movie is in my list of favorites for sure, maybe not as high up as Wolf Children, but just like that movie, it resonated with me on an emotional level which is something most movies don’t succeed in doing, So props to Makoto Shinkai.

Rebecca Sugar QnA- Volume 1 Finale of the SU Podcast

- long post about Rebecca answering fan questions
- info from the podcast episode “Leading the Way- Rebecca and Steven Sugar”

  • If Rebecca were a gem, she’d be under Blue or Pink Diamond’s court
  • The gem placements of the main characters relate to who they are
    - Pearl (head)- way too inside her head, intellectual
    - Amethyst (chest)- passionate, impulsive, speaks from the heart all the time
    - Garnet (hands)- “hands-on”, active, extremely balanced

  • For every new gem, [the crew] evaluates who they are based on where their gem is placed
  • Amethyst’s favorite soda is Apple Seedra (?)
  • Flourite’s design was inspired by the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland and Grandmother Willow
  • Pearl’s favorite color is pink
  • Rebecca loves pineapples on pizza
  • Rebecca’s favorite job to do in animation is storyboarding (if it is a board-driven show)
  • Rebecca’s favorite arc in One Piece is the Sogeking Usopp vs. Luffy fight/arc, Usopp is her favorite character
  • Pumpkin doesn’t need to eat but he does sleep

  • When asked if Steven Universe is canonically just a cartoon and if so, if Sardonyx is aware of this, Rebecca replied, “Sardonyx is self-aware. I think Steven Universe is canonically just a cartoon in the canon of real life but within the show, it’s reality. But Sardonyx has this transcendent mind. I think of Sardonyx a little like Psycho Mantis (…) from Metal Gear. She can see outside of what’s going on y’know and that’s something that I feel like Garnet can see beyond the moment into the future and not just into the future but also all of these possible futures so Sardonyx is sort of on this other level where she has that ability but Pearl’s also in there so it’s also obnoxious.”
  • The theory about Garnet’s glasses changing the ratio of red or blue depending on if Ruby or Sapphire’s personality is dominant at the time is NOT TRUE. Garnet isn’t piloted by two people, she is her own person.

  • The zircons are poofed, not shattered. “They are certainly not not in trouble, but they’re not shattered.” -Rebecca
  • The people in the SU Universe have a different relationship towards stories about superheroes due to the gem war
  • On references of the zircons’ designs: Paul Villeco showed Rebecca history about a night club in Paris called Le Monocle, the monocle as this iconic lesbian fashion statement. Other inspirations include: What’s the Truth about Mother Goose, Jughead and Film Film Film
  • The Unfamiliar Familiar is a reference to ‘His Dark Materials’

  • When asked if gems who have their gem over their eye have any sight impairments, Rebecca said, “I think it could affect their depth perception but I don’t know if gems necessarily function the way humans do. I think, if anything, they might even have some sort of enhanced sight (…) like, your gem placement I think has a lot do, like I said, with you as a person. And even Eyeball, I mean, was sort of scrutinizing everything. Then I suppose also other senses could be heightened but that’s very human. I think gems—gems are different. They work a little differently.”
    McKenzie: “So does that mean Jasper has a really good sense of smell?”
    Rebecca: “Oh, that I don’t know. Maybe not. I mean that was sort of just a simple—like hard-nosed thought as a way a person could be.”

  • It is possible for a non-fusion gem to have the same gem-type as a fusion (e.g. a Garnet that is just one gem) It would look different though
  • Rebecca would like to have an OK K.O. crossover.
  • Back when OK K.O. was called Lakewood Plaza Turbo, Rebecca and Ian hoped that to have a crossover called Stewood Plaven Turbiverse, resulting in mushing the 2 shows together. Characters would include Mr. Gar-net (Garnet & Mr. Gars), K-ven (Steven & K.O.), Penid (Pearl & Enid), and Radethyst (Amethyst & Radecles)

feel free to add on to this post if I missed any information!

Stiles and Lydia awkwardly sit at a coffee shop in Beacon Hills the day after the pack’s big win. 

“So,” They both start and then Stiles laughs, clearly uncomfortable, “You go first.”

“I’ve been thinking,” Lydia says, slowly and deliberately, “And I think that this, us, just isn’t working.”

Stiles lets out a sigh, “Oh, thank god.”

“You feel it too?” Lydia asks, letting out a breath and relaxing into her chair.

“It’s like kissing my sister,” Stiles says, “No offense.”

“None taken, I completely agree,” Lydia takes a sip of her coffee, “Plus, after seeing you with Derek. Well, it’s just a little obvious that you’re more into him than you were ever into me.”

“I, what? I’m not into Derek! You’re into Parrish!” Stiles word vomits, then lets his head thunk onto the table, “Is it really that obvious?”

“I think the only person who doesn’t see it is Derek,” Lydia smiles, “And I’m not into Parrish, I’m into the idea of getting the hell away from Beacon Hills and finally going to MIT.”

“Good, you deserve better than this shit town,” Stiles says, “We both do.”

“You deserve someone who makes you smile.”

“Look, Lyd, we both know I don’t have a chance in hell with Derek Hale,” Stiles runs his fingers through his hair, “He’s so out of my league I think we’re playing different sports.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Lydia tells him, standing up, “And maybe ask him how he feels about all of it.”

“Yeah, right, I’m just going to walk up to Derek and tell him I find his asshole tendencies charming and that I want to kiss his stupid face,” Stiles says and then stops when he sees the look on Lydia’s face, “He’s right behind me isn’t he.”

“I’ll see you around Stiles,” Lydia says, then adds, “Derek.”

“So, you find my asshole tendencies charming huh?” Derek slips into the seat that Lydia vacated. 

“Please leave me here to die in shame,” Stiles says into the table.

“But then how would I kiss your stupid face?” Derek says and Stiles looks up to see Derek grinning at him.

He smiles back. There’s a whole new world of possibilities in their smiles. 

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All Forbidden Art goes into the Box™ to be hidden forever

So I think I’ve seen people discuss this before–the idea that Viktor is Yuuri’s coach, as well as his boyfriend/fiance/husband/whatever you imagine their relationship becomes post-season 1. I’ve seen a lot of meta about how Yuuri has to disconnect the idea of Viktor-as-Idol from Viktor-as-Person (And I’ve even written some of that meta myself) but I can’t recall seeing a lot of meta about Yuuri having to separate Viktor-as-coach from Viktor-as-lover.

Coaches are in charge of you. There’s a power dynamic there that is hard to ignore, and Yuuri knows that Viktor would never take advantage of it. That’s not what this is about. But there is a somewhat natural human reflex, shall we say, to reacting negatively to someone saying No you’re doing this wrong or You need to do better

Of course Yuuri understands that this is what a coach does. The only reason Viktor is saying these things is because he wants Yuuri to improve. But it’s difficult all the same.

I think there are a lot of times, especially once Viktor retires for good and becomes Yuuri’s coach, and they’ve been together for awhile and Yuuri doesn’t have the constant swirling thought of He’s leaving soon to occupy his thoughts like he did that first summer in Hasetsu–there are a lot of times when Yuuri has to actually put effort into separating Viktor into two separate people–or at least two separate sets of motivations.

“That was the sloppiest Salchow I’ve ever seen,” Viktor says, and Yuuri has to grit his teeth and nod and do it again, and not react to it like he would if Viktor had just said something like Dinner was horrible because that’s not what’s going on. Viktor isn’t saying these things to hurt him, and moreover Viktor is not talking to him as his husband right now.

Sometimes, after particularly frustrating practice days where nothing seems to be going right and Viktor never seems happy, Yuuri has to hang back and put himself back into a mindset that’s safe for home–one that won’t make him bark at Viktor for putting the forks in the dishwasher the wrong way. Because it’s not the forks–when Yuuri says Why can’t you put the forks in the dishwasher the right way what is actually trying to come out of his mouth is You’re my husband and you keep telling me I’m doing bad and it hurts, and he knows he can’t say that, because Viktor is a good coach. He’s an amazing coach, but he comes from the Yakov Feltsman School of Brutal Honesty.

Yuuri knows that he wouldn’t feel nearly so torn up if it was Yakov telling him these things. But Viktor’s voice is the same one that laughs with him over dinner, and whispers to him in bed, and to hear that voice continually tell him he’s not quite good enough is difficult.

But then he gets home, and Coach Nikiforov has dropped away to be replaced by Vitya, Yuuri’s husband, who smiles at him when he walks in the door and says, “Welcome home, Kitten,” and Yuuri can’t help but melt into him.

“I think practice went really well today,” Viktor tells him over dinner. “Your Lutz is looking good. It’ll be an amazing program by the time we leave for Skate America.”

“You think so?” Yuuri murmurs, and what he wants to say is then why didn’t you say that at the rink, but he knows. He knows why.

And Viktor, his husband, looks up at him and beams and says, “Darling, you know I always think you’re amazing.”

And maybe, eventually, Viktor rolls over in bed and puts a hand on his hip and murmurs, “You know that everything I say in practice is meant to help you improve, right? And that I’m never trying to insult you, or hurt your feelings? I love you just as much as your coach as I do as your husband.”

“I know,” Yuuri whispers, and kisses him.

Eventually, Yuuri realizes that it’s a good thing that he’s compartmentalized Viktor like this. Sometimes Viktor annoys him to the point that he can barely see straight, and sometimes he and Viktor get into pretty heated arguments in the middle of the rink, but it’s nothing that a coach and student wouldn’t fight over. They don’t fight about the laundry at work, and they don’t fight about work while they’re doing the laundry. In the end, it helps Yuuri to keep a professional air about him, which is necessary when working with the love of your life day in and day out.

(And if once or twice, Yuuri and Viktor have had something that could be called hate sex in the locker rooms after a particularly bad practice? Well. Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell.)

Snap Decision

(A chance meeting with a stranger at a bar helps you recover from a bad breakup.)

Warnings: 11000+ words of mostly sex stuff.  Bad ex boyfriends. People doing inadvisable things.  Listen up kids: in real life you should be more cautious about who you let take naked pictures of you! Lots and lots of sex.  If you’ve read my stuff before, you know the drill.  


You thought it would be fun to work in sales after you graduated from university; you would travel around the country, meeting new people, holding meetings in fancy high rise office buildings in big cities, wining and dining clients at gourmet restaurants while you closed deals and made boatloads of money.  The reality was that you were selling industrial wastewater management systems, making a moderate income, while traveling four days a week to factories and chemical refineries in some of the least glamorous locations on earth.  You didn’t mind the work itself, but the evenings alone in small town hotel rooms were dull and disheartening, so you would frequently head out to a local movie theater or neighborhood bar to distract yourself from the loneliness on the road.   

 It was pouring down rain outside and you decide to run to the closest place you could find to grab a drink, rather than risk driving around and getting lost.  That’s how you found yourself sitting alone at the bar of the Applebee’s restaurant that was adjacent to your hotel, sipping on something called a Blue Hawaiian, in a town you couldn’t even remember the name of.   

Unruly children sat with their families having dinner in the nearby booths, while innocuously bland pop songs played overhead.  You took one sip of the cloyingly sweet blue cocktail in front of you and immediately regretted your decision to come here tonight. Given the lousy week you had experienced, you would have been better off drinking cheap whiskey at a dive bar filled with unapologetic alcoholics.  Here, the family friendly atmosphere mixed with the empty promises of a fruity cocktail that was designed to trick you into thinking you were on a tropical island vacation instead of in your real life.  Your real crappy life. 

You had totally blown the sale today.  The clients had a million questions about the technical specifications of the products you were trying to sell, but you kept tripping over your words and making yourself sound like an idiot.  You blamed your poor work performance on lack of sleep.  And you blamed the lack of sleep on your boyfriend, David.  Actually, he was your ex-boyfriend now.  After more than a year together, you dumped him for cheating on you.  

He claimed he was faithful, but you were certain he was lying.  He never picked up his phone when you called him from out on the road.  He would eventually call you back, but his stories about where he was and what he was doing always sounded a little off.  The final blow came when your friend Stephanie told you she saw him going into a movie theater with another girl.  David claimed Stephanie was mistaken and that you were just paranoid and jealous for no reason.  You wanted to believe him, but deep down you were sure that Stephanie was right.  All the unresolved questions you had about what David was doing while you were working could easily be answered if he had been cheating on you.  David cried when you told him it was over, he begged you to reconsider, but you were resolute and just walked away.

That had been a week ago, and every day since then, you questioned whether or not you made the right decision.  You had no hard proof that he had been unfaithful.  Sure, Stephanie said she saw him, but she only saw from a distance.  Maybe she was mistaken.  Maybe it was just someone who looked like David.

“Is this seat taken?”

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Five Seconds (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: When you confessed to Richie, you got the expected response, but that doesn’t mean it hurt any less. Not even a week later he decides to talk to you, not so subtly jealous about you spending time with Ben. Things sort of…escalate from there.

Warnings: Cussing and Kissing. (oh no, not kissing! *parents screaming, children crying, Ohio catches on fire*) This is a request. DON’T HESITATE TO SEND IN REQUESTS. (Don’t send in like 50 tho. I still need sleep.)

Word Count: 1,697


“Can I t-talk to you.”

Richie stops laughing at Stan and, still giggling, turns to you. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You glance over Richie’s shoulder to see Beverly shoot you a thumbs up. “I’ve been, well- It was Beverly’s idea! But for a while now…” You stumbled over words, trying to soften the embarrassing blow of ‘I have a crush on you’.

“I like you!” You blurt, deciding to get it over with. “I l-like you as more than a friend.”

There’s a moment of silence in which you count the seconds that painfully tick by.

One. Richie’s mouth opens and closes, you can see his eyes dart to the other boys. They’re whooping and hollering, pushing him and giggling like idiots.

Two. You can feel the headrush hit you hard, along with waves of nausea.

Three. Teasing smiles stay on the boys’ faces, but Beverly’s melts off. She knows. She knows what’s going to happen.

Four. Richie’s ears turn fire hydrant red as you grow pale and faint. His eyes once again scan the boys, who continue to tease without mercy. You close your eyes, wishing they’d stop. There would be nothing to celebrate.

Five. “I’m s-sorry…”

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Our Little Secret - Part Twelve

Summary: It’s your first hunt back from your injury. Dean thinks he has a way to help you through the soreness

Series Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Kink(s): Wax Play

Word Count: 5000

Warnings: Smut, language, wax, angst

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me.

This is unbetaed, all mistakes are my own

***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

“Your turn,” Dean hands you the shovel, “I dug the last one.”

“Oh come on Dean,” Sam protests, “she’s had more than a month off, she-”

“She’s standing right here,” you look pointedly at Sam, taking the shovel from Dean, “I got this, you boys just stand there and look pretty.”

Sam rolls his eyes, Dean chuckles, “Do you remember how to do this sweetheart, it’s been awhile.”

“Shut up, even rusty I can dig a grave twice as fast as you,” you can’t help but smile, pushing the point into the ground, taking out the first shovel full of dirt.

“Do you want me to time you?”

You flip him off, continuing to dig as they talk for a bit, discussing the corpse that in a matter of time you will be salting and burning. After about ten inches, another shovel hits the hard ground a few feet from yours and you look up to see Dean there, “You were moving too slow.”

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The Wrong Number Part Three

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary : you accidentally texted the wrong person one night who happens to be a major celebrity. And from that day on, you two can’t seem to stop talking to each other.

Read Part One Here Part Two Here

A/N : SO many of you asked for a part two, so here it is!! I hope you all enjoy!!

Warning ; language?

It’s been two months since you and Jensen first texted each other, and it’s has been the best two months of your life.

You spent almost everyday talking to him. Face timing him every night and slowly falling for him.

This wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want to have your heart yearn for someone. Especially someone you knew you couldn’t be with.

But it happened.

Jensen was everything you wanted in a man. He was charming and funny and had the biggest heart. It was hard not to fall for him.

It took you a while to tell your best friend, but when you did, she wouldn’t let it go.

“So when are you two going to meet in person?” She asked.

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged. “Probably never.”

“What? Why not!”

“B-Because. It just wouldn’t be a good idea.”

Bonnie furrowed her brows, looking directly at you. “Why not? It’s obvious you two like each other and–”

“It’s just not a good idea.” You cut her off. “I mean what if he meets me and doesn’t like who I am?”

“You two have literally talked everyday for two months!”

“So! It’s easy to talk to someone behind a phone. It’s different in person.”

“But he already likes you for you. Why would he just stop liking you all of a sudden?” She asked.

“Look, lets just drop it okay? Besides, I’ll probably never get the chance to meet him anyways.”

“I’m just saying you shouldn’t turn it down. Because who knows, it could turn into something more.”

—-

You laid in bed, snuggling with your blanket and looking into your phone.

“So how was set today?” You asked.

Jensen let out a yawn as he sat back into his couch. Still in his suit from playing Dean Winchester.

“It was great just exhausting.” He said. “But I got to direct this episode so it was awesome.”

You laid there listening go on and on about set and how he worked around some challenges through out the day.

Hearing his stories and seeing his eyes light up every time he mentioned directing, made you smile. He was adorable to watch. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Anyways, how are you?” He asked. “How was your dinner with Bonnie?”

“It was good.” You said. “Had some wine, and a lot of pasta.”

He flashed a smile, “my girl and her obsession with food.”

“It’s not an obsession, it’s a–”

“Lifestyle.” He cut you off.

Your lips curved, making your cheeks slightly ache. “Exactly.”

“I like a girl who loves food just as much as I do.” He muttered. “Makes it easier for dates too.”

Suddenly, you started to think about the conversation with Bonnie. You started to think about meeting him. About being with him and having this connection be physical.

You went over all the good and bad in your head. Weighing out each side and trying to talk yourself out of it.

But every time you looked at him, you started to lean more towards the pros.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to meet him in person. Maybe things could work out, just like Bonnie said.

Or maybe it could be the worst decision of your life.

Jensen waved into the camera, snapping you back to reality.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked.

You nodded, trying to focus on him and the conversation.

“Y-Yeah sorry. Just a little tired.”

He laid his head back more into the couch and sighed. “Me too.” He said. “I just wish you were here so I wouldn’t have to say bye, just good night.”

Your stomach fluttered immensely. Feeling as though you were on a high. Your cheeks ached more from smiling so big. You couldn’t help but fall for that cheesy line.

“Me too.” You whispered.

He looked at the time and yawned once again.

“I need to get some sleep though. Have a flight to catch tomorrow morning.” He said. “Got another convention this weekend.”

“Oh okay. Well goodnight.” You muttered. Not wanting to hang up.

“Good night beautiful.” He said with a soft smile.

And just like that, the call ended.

You started to think about the ‘what if’ again. About whether or not it was worth it. Worth to risk everything and just meet him in person.

You were so unsure of what to do. Battling with yourself, until you got a text from Jensen.

‘Before I go to bed, I just want to say one more thing.’

Three dots appeared underneath and you were suddenly nervous. Sitting up in your bed.

And then it popped up.

—–

Part Four (coming soon)

Something about Sans’ renaissance and more

(I apologise for any sort of mistakes in here)

After watching the new episode of Glitchtale I was really excited and, of course, come to look on everybody’s opinion about it. And well… I really don’t understantd people who state that Sans’ revival is a bad thing and now all viewers gonna focus all the attention on him.

But just remember who take him back. Certainly, this person is Papyrus. And I think that maybe some really picky people can enjoy the fact of renaissance at least because of Papyrus’ decision, behavior and actions. He does not so innocent in the Glitchtale as someone show them in their projects.

I’m not good at feelings expression, but if I even imagined that everything would end up without this, I would feel truly hurt for Papyrus. He don’t deserve to be alone. He was the one who stand face-to-face with deadly danger, using a kindness as a weapon. I don’t think that any of us can do this. He realized that his brother out of controle, that he could simlpy kill him, (And if it really was like that, i would swim in the pool of my own tears) but he didn’t give up. And, geez, after all of his speeches I started to respect him even more.

So I don’t get somebody’s outrage and I really enjoy the episode as well. It have given me immeasurable rush of emotions for all day. And I bet mostly everyone smiled/burst in tears on this moment.

In the end I just want to say huge “thank you” to every member who takes part in the creation of Glitchtale. Impression of this episode is truly unforgettable. Stay determined!

Glitchtale by @camilaart

i get why lovelace and hera (and even maxwell to a lesser degree) are the most popular ladies of wolf 359 but i truly and deeply believe renee minkowski deserves more attention and love than she gets 

im doing my listen-through again and the thing that gets me, REALLY gets me, REALLY REALLY GETS ME, about minkowski is how much she loves and how much she wants a family. not to be embarrassing but one of the most powerful passages of literature i have ever read, one of the literary passages that has stuck with me for years, is that scene in the first warriors series where firestar is getting his nine lives from starclan, and one of the she-cats, i dont remember who, gives him a mother’s love, and he thinks hes going to get “~fluffy gentle feelings~” and instead he gets a BURST OF PROTECTIVE BLOODTHIRSTY RAAAAAAGE and i dont think anything has ever summed up my (admittedly limited) understanding of minkowski better than that 

renee minkowski loves so much. she is so strong in her love. she does her duty - she does her job - she throws herself into every hard part about it - she does the talent show, she wants eiffel and hilbert to be there, she wants christmas to be something good for them all. she loves and that doesnt just mean people, she loves doing what she’s expected, she loves doing a good job, before everything goes to hell she just loves to do that. which doesnt mean there are necessarily or frequently ~warm gooey feelings~ about what she does, she has the kind of love that throws you against every brick wall until you get through broken and bleeding. does she maybe do it all to make up for some perceived lacking on her own part? maybe, maybe cutter and hilbert were right, to puncture holes in her confidence. i dont know i havent listened to the show that much. do i still think that love - ferocious and ruthlessly unsentimental and primal and surely selfish - is at least one of her primary motivations, if not the primary? yes yes i do

(side note: minkowski’s a frickin slytherin BITE ME. minkowski loves eiffel so much. minkowski loves hera so much. i think minkowski still loves hilbert on some level. but minkowski doesnt love everyone. she doesnt love kepler, or maxwell, or jacobi. she loves her crew. sometimes that includes lovelace, sometimes it doesnt - it depends. but her core crew is eiffel and hera. she will do anything for them. she throws away her own morality, her own soul for them. she sacrifices herself again and again for them. she makes the tough calls for them. she wants, she needs, she has to protect them all. if “minkowski commanding” didn’t prove that i dont know what does - theres ambition in that, unstoppable and brutal, intransigently moral and savagely amoral at the same time, her love for doug eiffel and hera. what will renee minkowski not do for doug eiffel and hera?)

i hate that i feel guilty for “”reducing minkowski to a mother figure”” but if i have permission to speak freely then im going to freely tell those guilty feelings to shove it because renee minkowski is not reduced by her bone-deep protectiveness or her capacity for love; she is not dishonored or insulted by my seeing her in the unspeakably resilient role of female protector, mother, unceasingly self-sacrificial, going on and on and on just to keep her people, her family, alive

so to conclude renee minkowski is my space step-mom and i will stand up for her and her incredibleness until the undoubtedly bitter end thanks and good night

cloudydean  asked:

blue for the destiel thing <3

“Sam, what’s your favorite color?” Dean asked from the passenger’s seat of the impala. Cas couldn’t see exactly what he was looking at on his phone, but from small glances, he was pretty sure it was some kind of quiz.  

Sam smiled, staring far down the road.

“Brown,” he said with a smirk.

Dean nodded, not looking up, but Cas smiled in understanding as he shoved his feet under the seat at the front of the car.

“What about you, Cas?” Dean asked using one finger to scroll on his phone.

Cas leaned forward across the seat, his chin digging into the back of it. When he tried to spy Dean’s phone, the hunter pulled it away subtly.

He sighed, peeking at one of Dean’s eyes.

“Green,” he said definitively.

Sam snorted from the front seat. Dean looked confused.

“Ok, weirdos,” he said. “Just trying to figure out what ninja turtles you would be.”

After a moment of silence, he shrugged. “What?” he asked. “Can’t spend the whole trip listening to classic rock.”

Sam was full-on-laughing at this point and Dean turned off his phone, embarrassed.

“Shut up,” he said, then turned away.

Cas slung an elbow across the front seat.

“What about you, Dean? What’s your favorite color?”

“Bet I could guess,” Sam interrupted from the front seat with a knowing look towards Cas.

Dean’s eyes narrowed.

“Ok, why are you two being so weird.”

Sam shrugged. “It’s nothing. We’re just curious about what your favorite color is, that’s all. Is it pink, or black, or maybe,” he paused, “blue?”

Cas blushed.

“Sure,” Dean replied, eyes still squinting in confusion. “Blue’s ok. I think I like red, better.”

Cas shifted forward so his head was close to Dean’s.

“Only ok?” he said, disappointed.

Shrugging, Dean started getting defensive, sensing there was something he was missing.

“I don’t know, yeah, it’s a good color. What the hell is going on with you guys?”

Sam, in between short bursts of laughter, managed to say: “Dean, ask me why brown is my favorite color.”

He rolled his eyes, but finally Dean decided to bite: “Ok, I give, why is it your favorite color?”

Sam’s features sobered. “It’s the color of Eileen’s eyes,” he said fondly.

Dean laughed. “Alright, so you’re a big sap. We get it.”

He was about to let it go when Cas leaned forward, placing a soft hand on Dean’s arm. His head was peeking out over the seat awkwardly, his expression shy.

“But you didn’t ask me why my favorite color was green,” he said softly.

Sam was grinning in pure entertainment at this point, but the other two men ignored this.

It took a second. Then slowly, Dean’s expression dawned in understanding.

“Oh,” he said, blushing and turning away. Cas smiled.

Dean stared at the road, processing for a moment. It was quiet except for the small bumps the impala hit. Then:

“I’d like to change my answer,” Dean said. He couldn’t bring himself to look at anyone in particular, and his cheeks were bright red. His last words were quiet and shy, but he was smiling:

“My favorite color is definitely blue.”

anonymous asked:

Okay that Derek's soft hands post was awesome, but it was funny too cos like, imagine if his hands aren't actually that soft? My uncle's been working roadworks for years and a few years back he started buying Dove soap instead of the cheap brand and he loved it so much he started buying the moisturiser too and like, at least twice a day he would lather moisturise the shit out a them then go around telling everyone to feel how soft his hands were. But they still felt like sandpaper and no one (1)

would say anything because he’s this big, rough as guts dude named Spike who was in prison for years and god help whoever tells my uncle who loves to linger in the health and beauty aisle to see the different moisturisers, that they aren’t doing jack for his hands.

Sorry for the very late reply to this! Now all I can imagine is Derek who tries to pamper himself with lotions and potions but no matter what he does, it never seems to work out? No matter how much he tries to make himself feel soft and good, it always backfires. It’s either got an ingredient that make his senses go hay-wire (apparently aloe-vera is the worst) or it just doesn’t make him feel better. Derek imagines it’s a similar feeling to when people expect amazing sex, only to feel unsatisfied after. Derek’s never expected amazing sex from anyone though, not even Kate when he trusted her, so he doesn’t know if the comparison is all that accurate. 

It’s after he tries the Peaches and Cream Ultra Lotion that he hits rock bottom, sitting on the loft floor, staring at the offending lotion bottle. He’s pretty sure the right hand side peach is taunting him. For the smoothest skin, reads the speech bubble. Derek rubs at the pads of his fingers and tries not to get upset because it’s a fucking lotion. But here he is anyway, drowning in the after math of yet another lie. 

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for but it’s long enough that Stiles shows up, armed with a bat. At first, it’s clear Stiles thinks Derek is hurt - probably because he is still sulking on the floor - but the moment he crouches in front of him, he immediately takes in the lotion bottle and raises an eyebrow. Derek expects him to laugh or throw some careless comment his way. Braces himself for it. What he doesn’t expect is for Stiles to pluck the bottle from Derek’s hand and replace it with his own. He holds it loose enough that Derek could pull away if he wanted to.

He doesn’t want to.

Instead, he sniffs. This big, loud, wet sniff that he wants to be embarrassed about. Except, he isn’t. Maybe it’s because he’s seen Stiles give himself a concussion from a chicken baguette once (he still doesn’t know how Stiles managed that one) or maybe it’s because Stiles is smiling at him; smiling in a way Derek rarely sees. It’s the smile he reserves for his dad, for Scott. It’s a smile you earn, and it’s being directed at him right now. It’s a smile, Derek realises, Stiles has shown him often. For months now. He doesn’t know what that means. 

He squeezes Stiles’ hand anyway, shrugs a shoulder and picks up the lotion bottle again. Grips it. Hard.

It explodes, and before he knows it, they are both on their sides, laughing. Derek doesn’t know if Stiles is laughing because he is or because they are both covered in pink gunk. 

“It smells like peaches,” Stiles wheezes, as if that explains everything. “Derek Hale. Likes to smell like peaches.” He clutches his side harder and uses his legs to push himself further into Derek’s space, until his head is in Derek’s lap. “I think you’re amazing just as you are, wolf man, but if you want my mom kept recipes for stuff like that.” He nods to the now broken bottle, still in Derek’s hand. “They are all in a box under my bed. You want to come over later, get some dinner with me and my old man? There’s a Mets game on.” 

Derek is silent for several moments, trying to decipher what Stiles is saying. Eventually, he decides not to overthink it. If he overthinks it, Stiles might take the offer back. Might drop his hand. 

Derek really doesn’t want Stiles to drop his hand.    

“I can make veggie burgers.” He coughs. Serious. “From scratch.” 

Stiles smiles with his eyes, brings Derek’s hand up to his mouth but doesn’t kiss it, like Derek thinks he’s going to. Just looks down fondly, like they’ve done this a hundred times before. Shit, maybe they have, he thinks, swallowing. In their own way. “You learn that in werewolf school?” 

Derek laughs. “Something like that,” he says, thinking of his Grandma, who taught him everything he knows: cooking, sewing, how to swear in eight different languages. When she was old enough, Grandpa Hale taught Laura how to drive while Grandma Hale read The Princess Bride to Derek in Spanish every Friday night. Derek always thought he got the better end of the deal. 

“Show me.” Stiles grins, a challenge, and somethings shifts inside Derek. He tries to frown, because it’s expected of him, but he ends up blushing instead when Stiles leans up and whispers, “next time, I’ll get you one of those aprons that say kiss the cook on them, huh?” in his ear. “I think you’ll find I’m very good at obeying instructions.” 

Derek rolls his eyes and pushes him away. His palms are sweating. “You don’t even know what the word ‘obey’ means.” 

Standing up, he starts towards the kitchen, only to find himself on the floor again, tripping over nothing, when Stiles calls after him, “maybe I just need a firm hand to keep me in check!” 

The bastard doesn’t even look sorry when Derek pounces on him, pinning Stiles’ hands above his head - rough hands, just like his, he realises- but Derek is too busy torn between wrestling Stiles and kissing him to care. 

anonymous asked:

Maybe you should talk about the kickstarter more, I think? like mentioning it in passing when you post your art (even if it’s not TpoH related), reblogging that kickstarter post, that sort of stuff? IDK BUT PLEASE PROMOTE YOURSELF IT’S FOR A GOOD CAUSE (good luck, we love you :D)

aw shucks anon thanks I’m bad at this- I don’t want to be a hassle though, and hot diggity dog look! We’re over the 10k mark with 20 days to go! You fellas are amazing, just amazing!

but yeah if you would like to help out with this kickstarter to print the second volume of my webcomic, The Property of Hate (with the potential for a rerun of the first if we hit the stretch goal), please go check this out. Every person makes it that much more possible! :D

If you have already, maybe tell that friend of yours! Or tell that friend you meant to tell to read this whacky comic to read the comic, and then tell them about it!

Waving Through a Window

A/N Here’s this… thingie that I wrote for @analogically-prinxiety as a part of the fic exchange. Also huge thanks to @princeyandanxiety for putting up with my constant questions and helping me edit this.

Chosen Prompt: 1 - Soulmate AU

Pairing: Analogical (Anxiety/Logic), side Royality (Prince/Morality)

Genre: Soulmate AU, High School AU, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: many 8.6k (the k stands for kill me)

Warnings: panic attack, like a paragraph dedicated to this One Shove, heaps of swearing (courtesy of Anx) and uh… I think that’s it?

Summary:

Soulmates share an emotional bond where they can feel what the other is feeling. That has always been just an unimportant  fact that Virge has lived by. It was the same as someone saying ‘water is wet’ or ‘the sky is blue’. When Virgil’s old neighbour moves away and Logan’s family moves in, things start changing.

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anonymous asked:

Jily AU: Your photos keep showing up on my iPhone, and the internet helped me track you down. Now we’re kind of celebrities, and also I think you’re hot. (Inspired by "I Followed My Stolen iPhone Across The World, Became A Celebrity In China, And Found A Friend For Life" on Buzzfeed)

The article can be found here. I recommend it. It’s a wild ride. Some liberties were taken with the prompt. 

Because James is a fucking idiot, his phone gets stolen.

He knows he’s a rowdy drunk and he knows the three word mantra any university student needs when they go out (‘phone-cash-keys’) but Sirius has bet that he can take more Jägerbombs than James and he’s never been able to back down from a challenge. He doesn’t even think twice about whether his phone is in the pocket of his jeans or his coat, the latter of which he leaves at the table. He swears Peter is sitting there when he leaves, but when he comes back ten minutes later and a whole lot dizzier, the table is empty, coat and all.

He and Sirius find Peter later, crouched over a toilet and heaving with Remus patting his back. James has the decency to wait until his friend is done vomiting to ask, “Pete, d’you have my phone?”

If possible, Peter gets greener. “Sorry,” is all he gets out before shaking his head and clutching his stomach.

Peter ends up feeling worse about the whole thing than James does. James is upset to have lost all his pictures and apps, and he’s livid at the wanker who decided to grab his phone, but ultimately, he can afford a new phone and he can take new pictures, so in a few months he’ll likely get over it. But Peter insists that because James left his phone with him, it’s Peter who owes him a new one.

James attempts to refuse. Peter doesn’t have the kind of money to replace his phone, and James isn’t about to put that on him.

“My friend Dung knows how to get an iPhone for dirt cheap,” Peter claims, and reluctantly, James agrees.

And so it begins.

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