my best wasn't enough

I drew the lineart for this a week ago.


Chanyeol and Baekhyun as Sherlock and Watson for anon~

When you left, I became someone else. I had to. It was all about you though, everything is still about you in some weird sense. I am who I am because of you.
—  I don’t know if I should thank you for that or not. I guess we’ll see.

No Greg answers his call.

Wirt, the boy who returned into the Unknown, remains helpless, cold and alone in the darkness of the woods


Attack on Titan and the Seven Deadly Sins

I had an anon ask me recently to categorize the Attack on Titan characters as the seven deadly sins and hoo-boy did I struggle with that! 

Since the seven deadly sins don’t include things like “sick desire to humiliate”, “surprising ruthlessness" or “will happily stab you in the gut for science and take detailed notes while watching you die”, I found them woefully inadequate for our story. So rather than a literal interpretation,  I decided to present them this way.

I think the images are self-explanatory, but my detailed reasoning is below the cut.

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--All I Need

            Bail Organa sighed heavily, and massaged his temples tiredly. It had been at least thirty-six standard hours since he had last slept, possibly longer—in the flurry of frantic activity after the birth of the twins, Padmé’s death, and the rushed flight from Polis Massa, keeping careful record of the last time he had slept had not been at the top of his priority list—and he was beginning to truly feel the effects of the long hours awake. Closing his eyes, the senator allowed both of his hands to fall to the desktop with a quiet thud, his chin drooping to rest on his chest.

            His exhaustion ran deeper than mere lack of sleep, however. The last week had been one terrible, horrifying nightmare—and Bail knew it was only the beginning of the darkness. The future stretched out before them, and for the first time, Bail found that he could not see how the next day, the next week, the next month would be shaped. The dance of politics that had wielded the galaxy, shaping and molding, was no more. The puppeteer’s strings had been cut. Now there was only a twisting, confusing mass of tangled knots and empty, fluttering strings. Now there was a new puppet master, and all the rules had changed.

            So much is lost, he thought despairingly. Amidala. The Jedi. The Republic. And there would be more death in the days to come. More sorrow. More tragedy. More fire and blood and the shattering of hope. How did it come to this? How did we fall so far, so quickly?

            “Not so quickly,” a quiet voice whispered in his thoughts. “The first cracks were visible years ago, the rot growing right beneath your nose. But none of saw it; all of you were blind. Even you. Especially you.”

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“Why won’t you let me do this for you, Rose?”|”Just let me do this for you, Steven!”

i just went to the gym and worked out for the first time in a reeeeeeally really really long time (like. i’m talking years since i properly exercised) and i am FEELING it let me tell you but i also forgot how happy exercise makes your brain feel, wow :’) i know it’s dumb but I just had to tell you guys bc joining a gym and then actually going has been something i’ve been super anxious and insecure about for a long time and I’m kind of proud of myself for finally fuckin doing it, i can’t wait to be hot af with my one-pack abs lmao


ADDICTED FOR 15 DAYS // day-09: a movie tv poster graphic style

(a Daisy Calloway Meadows version)

“My name is Daisy.” My eyes land on Ryke as I strongly say, “and I have this theory.” My smile stretches wide as soon as his rises.

I am the biographer of my own life

And no one can take that away from me


And all of the steps that led me to you
       And all of the hell I had to walk through
             But I wouldn’t trade a day for the chance to say
                                                                           My love, I’m in l o v e with you


The ABC’s of Michael Pitt
↳ B is for Boxing

GQ: In some of them [Prada ads] you were shadowboxing. Do you box?
Michael: Yeah, as a hobby. But because my schedule is so crazy — I’m in Seattle right now, tomorrow I’ll be in London, and then back in New York — there’s little to no time for the gym, treating my body well, or being healthy. I work out when I can, and when we were shooting those ads, there was some time so I started doing a workout, and then they started taking pictures.

I'm Sorry, Maybe I Wasn't Clear Enough On How I Like My Birthday Best Wishes Delivered, You Ingrateful Snot

Annie’s Mailbox, 23 July 2014:

Dear Annie: I read the letter from “Hurting Mama,” whose son texted her “Happy Birthday.” The first time my son sent me a text to wish me a happy birthday, I called him to inform him that if it begins with “Happy” or “Merry,” it is not a textable moment. I didn’t speak to him in a harsh or mean way, just matter-of-factly. That was two years ago, and I haven’t received a text on important occasions since. This is a bit of a family joke, but everyone now knows when it is appropriate to text and when it isn’t a wise move. — A.

Dear, A.,


I guess my best wasn't enough. That's ok. I guess the games over. I didn't play the right moves. I'm ready to go. I've suffered enough. I've suffered enough to last me a life time. I didn't make the right moves in this game. That's alright. Life wasn't made for everyone. We are just angels that want to go home and I'm thinking about going there. I'd be at peace.