my other favorite from this shoot

anonymous asked:

sometimes I remember that I ship a ship so rare, I only know one other person who ships it. There are two fics for this ship on A03, and one of them was written for me as a christmas gift (said ship is Knuckle/Shoot/Meleoron from HxH, for anyone interested)

If it makes you feel better, in about 40% of my favorite ships I’m the only one who’s written anything. Not helped by all the crossover ships, but still. :’D


Favorite moments of ACoTaR-trilogy (5/∞) ⇛ The Wedding Crash

I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket.
“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.

I barely saw my silk slipper as it flew through the air, fast as a shooting star, so fast even a High Lord couldn’t detect it as it neared-
And slammed into his head. Rhys whirled, a hand rising to the back of his head, his eyes wide. I already had the other shoe in my hand.
Rhys’s lip pulled back from his teeth. “I dare you.

Okay time for another Burr-and-Hamilton’s-tragic-friendship meta analysis because apparently I cannot stop seeing these things.

Someone pointed out in a post a little while ago (that unfortunately I can’t find, or else I would link to it) the genius of the musical themes of Hamilton, and specifically how it applied to Alexander and Eliza’s relationship. It focused on how Alexander was never quite singing the same tune or matching Eliza’s style until “It’s Quiet Uptown.” Another meta-post along the same vein mentioned how Angelica was instantly on Hamilton’s level in the underlying musical sense when they first met: you see it in Satisfied, when he says “Alexander Hamilton,” she replies in the exact same tune, “Where’s your family from?” and then he shoots back also in the same tune, “Unimportant, there’s a million things I haven’t done.” They’re matching each other musically for the entire conversation, just as Angelica describes, even though throughout the show they both have their own distinct styles and themes.

The one other person who has a very different singing style than Hamilton, but specifically matches Hamilton when he wants to, and the only other person that Hamilton as well makes a specific effort to match in various songs, is Burr. The first one that I noticed was one of my favorite exchanges in the whole show, the Levi Weeks case in Non-Stop:

Gentlemen of the jury, I’m curious, bear with me.
Are you aware that we’re making history?
This is the first murder trial of our brand new nation,
The liberty behind deliberation!
I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt with my assistant counsel—

Co counsel! Hamilton, sit down!
Our client Levi Weeks is innocent, call your first witness.
That’s all you had to say!

Hamilton is shooting off at the mouth, and Burr matches him word for word, the same speed, the same style, which absolutely no one else is able to do, at least not when Hamilton is on a long angry rant. This moment highlights the underlying fact that Burr isn’t just some jealous villain, he’s a true foil to Hamilton. He was a genius, he applied to Princeton at eleven, applied again and got in when he was thirteen. That “graduated in two”? Yeah. That happened when he was thirteen to sixteen, let that sink in.

Burr can match Hamilton completely when he chooses to, he just rarely chooses to. In fact, the irony of the exchange in Non-Stop is that Burr gets frustrated enough with Hamilton and Hamilton’s inability to shut up inadvertently insulting him (assistant counsel? assistant? seriously Hamilton?) that he is pushed to act more like Hamilton, and in acting more like Hamilton, succeeds in shutting Hamilton up. Which is pretty much exactly how and why the duel happens.

But no, in my opinion, the more tragic are the times when Hamilton matches Burr. Allow me to direct you to “Story of Tonight (Reprise)”:

Congrats again, Alexander.
Smile more.
I’ll see you on the other side of the war.

I will never understand you.

Hamilton emulates Burr’s tone and tune exactly to tell him, “I will never understand you.” Because that’s Hamilton trying to understand Burr, that’s Hamilton on the underlying musical level making the effort to sing as Burr sings, to speak as Burr speaks, he’s asking Burr to let him in. *Let me* understand you. Burr being Burr keeps his cards close to his chest, and walks away. The effort was there, the invitation was there, that is the first time in the show, arguably, that Hamilton actively changes his style to match someone else’s. And Burr walks away, because Burr is terrified about people caring about him. In “Wait For It,” he’s perfectly fine admitting that he has feelings about Theodosia, but he devotes an entire verse to “what in the world is the reason that I am at her side and that she cares about me when there are a whole bunch of other people who have tried too.” Burr isn’t scared about loving people, he’s scared of them loving him, he doesn’t understand why or how it happens. The line isn’t “everyone I love has died”, it’s “everyone who loves me has died.”

Burr walks away because the possibility of Hamilton caring about him is more than he wants to deal with. Goodbye I have disintegrated into a puddle of tears. 

But no, that’s not even the worst part! The worst part is how Hamilton argues with people. The precedent is set in “Farmer Refuted.” Hamilton takes a very specific tone and rhythm as a counterpoint to someone singing.

Allow me to direct you to “Your Obedient Servant.” Burr begins the song by singing his letters, and Hamilton practically speaks his letters back. He takes a different tone, he employs a different rhythm, because that’s how he confronts people. He only matches Burr back when it’s utterly dripping in sarcasm: I have the honor to be your obedient servant, A. Ham. Burr keeps singing back (“Careful how you proceed, good man—“) as he keeps just trying to ask for an apology, and Hamilton keeps his own infuriated style at least musically in replying (“Burr, your grievance is legitimate, I stand by what I said, every bit of it”) and it’s Burr that has to match Hamilton—when Burr finally challenges Hamilton to the duel, Burr is speaking, not singing:

Then stand, Alexander,
Weehawken. Dawn.
Guns drawn.

(Although even then, it’s not ~perfectly~ matching Hamilton: the words are slow, they all have weight, they’re carefully pronounced, they’re well thought-out and well chosen. Succinct, persuasive indeed. But Burr is speaking, he’s not singing anymore, he’s taking this down to Hamilton’s level, which is the “fight me” level.)

And then, one last time, Alexander matches Burr perfectly:

You’re on.

Mormon Tea

Going with the botanical theme here for plants in the Mojave I present my second favorite, Mormon Tea. Ephedra Viridis is the latin name for it. It grows everywhere in the Mojave.

It’s a woody plant that has green segmented stems that grow like reeds do and then dry out and turn hard and woody and from that other stems grow. They generally get to be about six feet high at the tallest and a few feet around. 

The green shoots can be cut off and broken up then brewed into a nice tea that has a semi sweet flavor and taste herbal. If you like Herbal tea you’ll love this. The natural Ephedra in it acts a stimulant and that is how it got it’s name. When the Mormon settlers started coming into the Mojave they traded with the Paiutes and the Paiutes introduced them to this plant. By making tea with it the Mormons were able to work harder and longer and tons of it was harvested and sent north to Salt Lake City and distributed to the Mormons in the 1800′s. 

In the spring it flowers with pretty little yellow cluster flowers that are pollinated and produce tiny seeds that birds sometimes eat and distribute. 

I’ve drank a lot of this stuff over the years with no ill health effects. I’m sure there is a limit to how much you should consume every day but I haven’t hit it and I’ve had sometimes over a gallon of it a day. It makes great iced tea. 

Disposable pt 10

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

“It isn’t broken, just… apart.” Yoongi muttered, looking at the floor. The two of you had slept on the broken bed the previous night, it was the frame that had come apart, the bed still functioned relatively well.

Yoongi had taken it upon himself to build a wall of pillows between the two of you, but when you woke up that morning you found his nose nuzzled into your neck and his arm draped over you. You bit back a smile and carefully removed yourself from his grasp, dressing and making your way downstairs before he even woke up. You knew it meant nothing, that it was just a quirky sleeping habit of his that had nothing to do with you, but the warmth of him sleeping next to you was so nice.

You had hoped some coffee would wake you up enough to remind you that you couldn’t afford to get any more attached to Yoongi than you already were, but it didn’t help as much as you wanted.

You should be mad at him– you had every right to be– but all you could think was how hilarious his horrified face was when he realized what he had done the previous night. It was out of character for him to act so childish, and the fact that Hoseok and Jungkook had heard what happened seemed to have reminded him of that.

Namjoon gave you a look over his coffee mug that said “I’m not going to bring it up if you don’t” when you found him in the sun room, and you were grateful that at least you were spared that conversation.

Yoongi had joined the two of you about a half hour later, muttering a quick “sorry” before telling you that the bed wasn’t actually as broken as you thought.

An embarrassed Yoongi was something you were fairly sure you had never seen, and you almost felt bad for him– but not quite.

“So can you fix it?” You asked him. He had his arm around your shoulders, and you rested your head against him. 

“I think so, with the right tools…” He answered, running his hand absently down your arm. Looking like a couple was getting easier with each passing minute; you knew you needed to distance yourself, and fast. There was a part of you that kept wondering what it would be like to actually be in love with him, and worse, how nice it would be if he was in love with you. 

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“I Can’t Help Fallin’ In Love”

Request: Hey love :) I hope I can give you an idea for an imagine. You and buck live together in his Apartment in Bucharest and you’re really happy but he feels bad one day cause he can’t give you a better live. Then later that day you prepare something romantic and you cuddle together while you reassure him how much you love him and that you wouldn’t want another life. Sooo he feels better and you even share a Little make-out session but it’s mostly cuddling that night and just fluff? :)

Warnings: angst, then fluff, drunk driving situation

Word Count: 1877

A/N: one of four requests! hopefully this is what you wanted! i might have veered a little. i will work on the other ones this week! if you wanna be on my taglist shoot me an ask! please leave feedback. dont drive when youve been drinking. the title comes from “I Cant Help Falling In Love With You” originally by Elvis but my favorite version is by Haley Reinhart

Originally posted by v-writings

She moved to Bucharest after she lost everything. She needed a fresh start. Y/N never knew that fresh start would involve falling in love with a kind-hearted ex assassin. James Buchanan Barnes, that beautiful bastard. He was everything Y/N had ever dreamed in a man. He was the man a father would love for his daughter to have. Too bad Bucky didn’t see that.

Her parents were killed in a car accident along with her little brother, he was only ten years old. A drunk driver ran a red light and crashed directly into their car. That night she lost everything that ever mattered to her. She sold everything she owned, her bakery included. She backed the few things she had and bought a plane ticket out of the only state and country she had ever known.

Bucharest, Romania, the place she picked to start her new life. She didn’t speak Romanian and she had no idea around the city, but it’s exactly what she needed. She wanted the refreshing feeling of learning new things and meeting new people. No one here would look at her with pity or sympathy. She was just an all-American girl looking for her own happy ending.

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I'm new to poi fandom, could u recommend some fics? :D

I gotchu fam!

We Love Through Hate (series) / ongoing: [warning: has self-harm in some parts (tho it won’t go on through out the whole series)] written by @justalifelongphase​! It’s a childhood au wherein Shaw gets adopted by Finch and Grace after her car accident. It’s slow burn and most parts were pretty cute in Root and Shaw’s developing relationship from enemies, to frenemies, to friends, and then each others significant other!

T-swift (series) / finished: There is no actual t-swift for some reason lmao. Written by @constantlyhalfcocked(I suggest you check out more of their other fics too!) Anyways, it’s a /really/ long college au! It has a lot of explicit parts, but I loved how Shoot’s relationship was interpreted here :’)

Brightly_brightly’s fics: tbh brighty’s fics are my favs??? You’ll see what I mean when you read their works :’D

Alicekittridge’s fics: Her fics have the specific theme of p tender and melancholic stuff, but they’re really great! My favorite is Camera Obscura :’)

Sliding Towards Chaos / ongoing: A canon-divergent fic by @asleepinawell where Shaw decides to save Root in 3x12 instead of Finch! Really fucking long, but it has the character dynamics/interactions we never got from the series I love it! It’s also pretty funny with most parts, so every philosophical and long discussion they have here are honestly so enjoyable and interesting in my opinion! How Shoot’s relationship is interpreted here? TOP SHIT for me really :’D

One-Shots/ shorter fics who I also suggest other works of the writers: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

I Will Always Find Home

Cassian Andor/ Reader

Words: 657

Summary: You have no other choice but to jump off to save your life. In that moment, you’re not sure what the outcome will be.

Request: “I can’t risk losing you! For a cassian andor x reader.”

Tagging: @kwaiky, @attentionseekingprincess, @ly–canthrope

Author’s notes: I had inspiration strike at around 2 AM. My favorite couple is back! Fluff and angst! Gosh, I love them.

Stormtroopers were on your trail ever since you got separated from Cassian. Your blaster has only so much ammo to take on a few, let alone a dozen. You try your best to keep shooting, dodging and weaving their blasts as you escape from their grip. You are doing just fine until you realize that the path you are on has an awful dead end: a long plummet down to the ominous sea. You hyperventilate as you look behind then back at the sea. The sound of oncoming stormtroopers marching your way cuts your decision time to less than a few seconds. There is no other option but to jump, you tell yourself. You close your eyes as you take a giant leap off the ledge.

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Puppy Dog Pals

Hey Tumblr-folk! Last Friday Puppy Dog Pals premiered on Disney Jr and I couldn’t have been more excited to see how the final episodes turned out. I had the privilege of helping develop some early designs for the show and it was really neat to see how things continued to develop throughout the season. Over the course of a year, we develop a lot of different characters, but I figured a good place to start would be with Bingo and Rolly… below are some of my rough drawings that were part of the process of getting to the final designs above. 

The drawings above were some my first attempts at Bingo and Rolly. Originally I thought it’d be nice to keep both pups similar design-wise to help them feel more like brothers. Their colors and costume were going to be the factors that helped the audience differentiate one from the other (Bingo was going to be black with a bandana and Rolly tan with a color). For me, the first design sheet is the stronger of the two. 

Eventually, we decided to push the designs a bit more… Rolly became a bit more angular and square while Bingo remained rounder and sleeker. These are probably my favorite of the variations that we worked on and I was sad to see them go, but that’s all part of the process. :)

Some quick expression sheets, exploring the different pliable shapes we were hoping to shoot for should the designs have moved into the modeling stage. Pugs are pretty tough to draw, especially the relationship between the eyes, mouths, and muzzle shapes. Not all of these were successful, but they were fun to do. 

The designs above were once step closer to the final pups on the show… Ernie Gilbert, our art director extraordinaire, did the full body roughs on each sheet. I took those and reworked the previous expressions to better fit this new pass on the characters. Getting closer…. 

Of the drawings that I contributed to the process, these are probably the closest I came to the final models that we settled on. Oddly enough, Bingo eventually became a bit more angular and Rolly rounder… a complete reversal from the initial designs that I really liked, but one that I do think works nicely for the characters and their personalities. 

Once we settled on the final designs of the characters, the CG models were created, rigged, and the first rough expression passes came back from the animation team oversees. It was my job to go over those designs in an effort to help push the expressions in the direction that was closer to what Ernie and our directors were hoping to go in. The red roughs, and blue notes are my drawings and you can faintly see the initial passes from the animation team underneath. 

Because pugs tend to be pretty wrinkly, we needed to develop an approach for how to handle them… the above rough and notes were some ideas of ways to handle that particular issue with our pups. 

If you haven’t had the chance, check out the show and see whatcha think. Hopefully it will resonate with families and we’ll get chance to tell more stories with these guys!

You paint?

A/N: Hi! This is my first imagine. It’s a Danisnotonfire imagine where the reader is actually really good at painting and neither Dan or Phil knew, till one day Dan finds you painting and thinks it’s amazing. It’s really long I’m sorry!

Pairing- Dan and reader

Female pronouns

Warnings- None (well, I suck at proofreading :))


The boys had known you about as long as they knew eachother, and you were a good balance to their spontaneous-ness. So when Dan and Phil move to London they take you with them without hesitation. You were long use to Dan yelling in triumph when he beats Phil at Mario Cart or whatever new video game. And you’d learned to buy extra cereal to hide in your room for when Phil is on the prowl. You were comfortable with their antics and appreciated the talents that contributed to the atmosphere in your life. 

Dan’s talent being piano playing with the melodies drifting throughout the entire house, and Phil sometimes singing at the top of his lungs in the shower. You had been gifted with your own abilities as well, but your favorite was painting. The way the paint brushed the canvases, the way various colors blended together so vibrantly and how anything could come from nothing were lessons that got you through important moments in your life and taught you anything was possible.

Sadly, as you finished college with the major your parents told you you would be the best off with and got your steady job, your passion for painting faded like an old work. You still did art, but it was drawing and sketches on printer paper and nothing like the wonders you could create with a brush and some paint. You badly missed painting but your supplies were somewhere in your parents houses, and it was such a long drive for something that may have been thrown away years ago.

It was thanks to your mother you were reunited with your precious talent. She’d come across your painting set up from high school and decided to send you a little care package of your table easel, oil paints, your best brushes and everything you would need to kick start the inspiration again. Painting was your true passion, and she knew nothing made you happier.

The package came while Dan and Phil were at a Youtube convention. So they weren’t there to hear your squeals of excitement that rang through the apartment when you were reunited with your supplies. You threw on you old white button up shirt and pulled on your paint splattered blue jeans that were both in the bottom of your dresser and painted up three painting before the day was over. It felt so good to have the brush back in your hands.

Dan’s PoV

(Y/N) had been in a permanent state of euphoria ever since Phil and I had gotten back from the convention. There was an extra bounce in her step and she would always smile at random times. She seemed the same other than that, except for the occasional moment when she comes to breakfast in the morning looking sleepy because she apparently couldn’t sleep. I occasionally indulged myself in trying to figure out what made her so happy. But no matter how often I caught her with a sudden smile at something in her head or found myself staring at a point in the distance for so long Phil or (Y/N) thought I was having an existential crisis, I couldn’t figure out the extra look of excitement she got in her eyes when something of beauty crossed her eyes. Or why she would sometimes stay in her rooms for hours at a time in silence. As always, (Y/N) was the enigma that made life interesting.

The first big clue must’ve come a year before we’d even moved into the London apartment, when the three of us had volunteered for a park beautification project. (Y/N)’s eyes had lit up when she’d gotten the email that she’d been asked to help paint the new mural that the city was putting on the cinder block tunnel at the edge of the park. I thought it was just because she’d gotten out of redoing the flower garden unlike Phil and I. And I’d shrugged it off when she had shown up in a paint splattered white button shirt and blue jeans of matching style, I guess I figured she’d painted a house or something before. And I was so flustered when at lunch her supervisor came up to me at the barbeque and told me: “Your girlfriend was such a help with the mural, she’s very talented.” I was too busy trying to quickly explain she wasn’t my girlfriend to comprehend the part of her being more than good at smearing paint on stone and having a real gift at bringing out potential in more than just people.

The second one came a week after the convention, when (Y/N) had been 20 minutes late to grab a slice of her favorite pizza and when she finally came out, her hands were far from the normal (Y/S) color. They were instead splattered with various colors of the rainbow. “Oh my god, (Y/N)! What did you do to your hands?” Phil asked.

“Huh?” She asked confused. She looked down at her hands and her cheeks turn a rosy color. “Oh shoot!” She quickly rush to the kitchen to scrub her hands, coming back five minutes later with a red glow on her face that somehow made her look even more pretty than ever. Phil and I look at each other but don’t say anything. I continue eating my pizza and study the blue streak in (Y/N)’s (y/h/c) hair, not connecting the dots until another week later.

Your POV

You ran out of canvases yesterday when you finished your latest peice. It was a painting of the sunset over the mountains, one of your favorites so far. You’d been painting up a storm whenever you had free time or couldn’t sleep, and as a result your room was filled with various masterpieces ranging from the night sky to the galaxy. What on earth am I going to do with all of these? You think pulling on a raincoat to brace London’s glaring rain. Normally you could just hang them on your wall, but the space was already occupied by various posters and photos. I could give them to relatives, but I don’t think I have enough family members in my entire family tree. You chuckle and quickly run a brush through your hair as you continue to get ready. When you were ready you walked out of your room and straight into Dan. “Woah,” Dan exclaimed as you two collided. The camcorder tumbled out of his hand and you quickly caught it.

“Centuries old. Don’t want to break that,” You hand the camera back to him while quoting the Sherlock episode the three of you watched last night. Dan smiles in relief of his camera being saved and you take in the chocolate brown of his eyes. How lucky you were to see the most beautiful wonder of the world everyday. To be surrounded by masterpieces and have the privilege to make one smile each day.

“Thanks, (Y/N). Phil would kick my butt if I broke another camera,” Dan joked. 

“No problem,” you reply. “You recording a video today?”

He shrugs. “Just finished actually,” he shifts the camera to his other hand and notes you rain coat and his eyes widen slightly. “You’re going out? It’s like, storming outside.”

“I need to get some things,” You reply vaguely. “I’ll be alright.”

Dan didn’t seem reassured, “do you want me to go with you?”

You smile at his concern, “I’m a big girl Dan. You’re welcome to come if you’d like though.” 

Before Dan can reply though, Phil’s voice rings through the apartment, “Daaaaannnnnnnn.”

Dan rolls his eyes and yells over his shoulder, “what Phil.”

“We need to record an episode of the Sims.” Dan looks back at me and I laugh. 

“Go record. I’ll be fine, Dan, I’ll pick up a pizza for dinner.”

“Get sausage!” Phil shouts excitedly, from the other side of the apartment.

“Phil I can hear you just fine there’s no need to yell!” You yell back with a giggle.

Dan smiles and shakes his head. “Okay, okay. Just be careful alright?”

“You mean more careful than you are with your video equipment?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Dan laughs, and his smile makes me melt. “Alrighty then. See you later.” He hesitates for a second, but then shakes his head and walks down the hall to record.

(Time skip brought to my by waffles and my lazy A ;D)

I unlock the apartment door and start bringing everything in. Three bags of groceries, three five packs of canvases, and another bag of brushes from the art store. Needless to say, after buying both groceries and paint supplies, it didn’t seem smart to try and bring a pizza on the underground. So instead you just ordered one for delivery and hoped the boys saved you a slice. 

“(Y/N)? You home?” You hear Dan yell from upstairs. 

“Yeah!” You shout and lock the door behind you. Seconds later Dan clomps down the stairs and sees you soaking wet with shopping bags surrounding you.

“Jeez (Y/N), did you walk through a tornado?” Dan asks in regard to your disheveled hair. 

“Haha,” you say sarcastically, wringing out your hair. “Help me with the groceries, Howell.” You pick up your canvases and a grocery bag. Dan gets the other three bags.

“Was the weather bad?” Dan asks as you walk up the stairs behind him.

“No, Dan it was sunny and rainbows filled the sky,” you reply with all the sarcasm you could muster.

“Ugh sound horrible,” Dan retorts.

“So how was recording? Did Dil set anything on fire?”

Dan laughs, “yeah actually. And it was all Phil’s fault.” He finishes with a yell.

“No it wasn’t!” Phil calls back, his voice squeaking. Dan and I laugh.

“Lemme throw my bag and stuff in my room real fast.” You say reaching the hall. “And you better have saved me some pizza Phil.” You yell towards the living room.

“Dan, help,” Phil stage whispers. “We only saved her one slice.” 

“Oh that better be a lie,” You say with a giggle and set your things on your bed. You quickly place the canvases you bought against your wardrobe, next to some of your finished paintings, then go to join the boys in putting groceries away. 

“Okay we saved you two slices, but we’ll watch whatever movie you want,” Dan compromised, handing you the box of cereal to put in the cupboard. 

“It’s cool. You guys up for (Favorite Movie)?” You grab the next item and place it in the fridge. The boys agree.

“I’ll see if it’s on netflix,” Phil says, relishing the excuse to get out of putting away groceries. On the way out, He gives Dan a look like do something you fool. To which Dan rolls his eyes. You and Dan continue to finish putting the shopping away when he comes across your paint bushes.

“Where do these go?” He asked, studying them. 

“Oh I got those, here.” You took the paint brushes from him and placed them on top of your desk. Your eyes catch a particular painting you were quite proud of. A quiet nighttime lake with pond lilies surrounded by a lust green forest with fireflies lighting up the water and sky. You could almost hear the crickets and frogs croaking.

“Woah.” You turn and see Dan standing in the door. His mouth agape and his chocolate eyes darting to your different artworks. He sees you looking  and rubs his neck. “I- Sorry, the door was open and I- Phil got the movie set up and-” His eyes catch the painting you were just admiring. “Did you do these?” He asks, referring to the paintings around him.

“Yeah,” You say sheepishly. You didn’t know why you were so shy about this. Plenty of people had seen your work and said you were good, but Dan seeing them somehow felt, different. You’d never actively asked for someone’s opinions on your work, but you wanted Dan’s approval, you wanted him to think they were good. It embarrassed you a little thinking about it.

“These are- (Y/N) these are incredible,” Dan says. His eyes are trained on your face and you feel a burst of pride. “You should sell some of these.”

You smile and tuck a peice of hair behind your ear, “thanks.” You and Dan stand there for a second, his eyes catching yours and then both of you quickly looking away. “Should we go watch the movie?”

“Yeah. Sorry, it’s just,” he hesitates, his eyes going from your features to the paintings again, then continues, “those are amazing.” You beam at him once more, then follow him into the living room. Inside your chest your heart felt warm with a sense of achievement and comfort. If the world turned on its head tomorrow and everyone said that your painting were horrid, Dan Howell said your paintings were amazing.

And somehow that felt like the highest praise in the world.

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im going to sleep but i think my favorite thing from today’s gameplay is that Jason throws his gun around so much? throws it at someones face because he ran out of bullets (and when it bounces on the person’s head he catches it again and automatically reloads), throws it in the air for no damn reason while he’s jumping and shooting someone under him with the gun he has on the other hand, throws them aside when he runs out of bullets (again).. like.. why is he always doing The Most

Under the Table**



“Do we really have to go to dinner tonight?” Joe whined as he laid on bed, watching you get ready to meet the boys for dinner. 

“Yes Joe. We said we’d be there so get up” You said walking over to him, pushing his legs over the side of the bed. 

Joe said up quickly and grabbed you by the waist and pulled you down on the bed. 

“But wouldn’t you rather we stay here and do something else? I’m not really hungry for food” Joe smirked while he traced his finger up your bare leg. 

“Later.” you said ignoring the goosebumps that formed in the wake of his fingers. “Now get up, we have to leave soon” 

Joe groaned in reply but complied and went to change his clothes. 

“There you guys are!! We thought you guys weren’t going to come!” Josh shouted once he saw you and Joe walk into the dimly lit restaurant. 

“Don’t be silly Josh, I haven’t seen my favorite boys in a while so I wouldn’t miss having dinner with you lot. This one on the other hand..” You said shooting a look at your boyfriend who pretended to be amused. 

“Ah mate you can leave if you want to. Y/N you can sit by me, I’ll keep you company” Jack said patting the seat next to him. 

You shot him an apologetic smile as Joe pulled you as far away from Jack as the table allowed. 

“So can we order yet? I’m starving” Caspar asked once you and Joe were situated at the table. 

“Mikey’s not here mate.” Oli pointed out looking at his phone. 

You all ordered drinks while you waited for Mikey to show up. 

“Joe” you whispered shoving his hand off your thigh but your attempt failed as he quickly moved it back to your thigh, fingers tightening to grip your leg slightly. 

You looked over at Joe who was smirking, clearly enjoying teasing you. You brought your attention back to the conversation deciding that Joe wasn’t going to distract you tonight. Not until later that is. 

Joe on the other hand had different plans. 

Mikey finally arrived and after each boy had his turn taking the piss out of him being late you finally ordered. Joe seemed to have forgotten the fact that you two were out in public. Usually when you two were out in public, he was quite shy about hand holding, kissing, etc. But tonight, that whole mindset had gone out the window. Joe had removed his hand from your lap and instead took you hand in his and toyed with your fingers while they rested on the table top. 

The boys took a few stabs at Joe suddenly getting handsy whilst in public, but Joe just shrugged it off which was usually not like him. 

“Are you alright?” You leaned over and asked him once everyone’s food came. He hadn’t really joined in on the conversation much. Apparently you weren’t the only one who picked up on his actions, or lack there of as Conor joined in on your conversation. 

“Yeah mate, its unlike you to be this quite.” He said shoving his mouth with another forkful of food. 

“Yeah I’m fine. Just have something on my mind” Joe said looking over at you. Your eyes widened slightly as you recognized that look in Joe’s eyes. Joe was definitely still horny and he wasn’t doing a good job at hiding it. 

You gulped as you turned our attention back to your food, trying to ignore Joe as best as you cold. Once everyone was finished, a few of the boys ordered dessert and the conversation turned into a discussion about where the group would holiday next. 

Joe’s hand was now back on your thigh, inching higher every minute until he brush his fingers across your slightly soaked panties. You silently hated yourself for wearing a dress that night, knowing that if you handed, Joe wouldn’t be so handsy but you also were pleasantly shocked to see this side of your boyfriend. Not to mention it turned you on a bit. 

Joe moved your panties to the side and he slowly ran a finger up your slit. You parted your legs a bit more causing Joe to laugh silently. 

“Y/N, you’re coming with us this time right?” Caspar asked looking over to you. 

You tired to keep a straight face as you felt Joe’s fingers push farther into you. 

“Yeah” you said a small moan escaping your lips as your fully shoved his fingers into.

He began working his fingers in and out of you while still paying attention to the conversation at hand. 

“Maybe we should all go to Greece. Y/N loves Greece, don’t you” He asking, smirking over at you, his fingers still working at your core. 

All you did was nod your head. If you opened your mouth, you were sure that you would become a moaning mess.

The boys liked Joe’s suggestion so much that they all started looking up things to do in Greece and were essentially already planning your holiday. 

Joe’s fingers were now curling inside of you and you felt the pressure build up in your stomach. You bit down on your lower lip, trying to contain that moans that were desperate to escape your lips. 

The pressure became too much for you and you soon came around Joe’s fingers, letting out a small whimper, you’re head falling into your hands on the table. 

“You alright Y/N?” Mikey said looking up from his phone. 

“Yeah,” you said, pausing to catch your breath. “My head just hurts a bit, I think I’m going to get some fresh air.” you said standing up after Joe removed his fingers from inside of you. 

“Do you want some company?” Jack was quick to say but wasn’t quick to act as Joe was already on his feet with you. 

“I think we’re actually going to head out boys.” Joe said pulling on his coat. 

“Yeah let us know when you guys agree on a holiday plan. See you all later” You waved goodbye as Joe led you out of the restaurant, his hand on the small of your back. 

Once the two of you were outside, you turned around and attached your lips to Joe’s causing him to laugh into the kiss. You pulled away and poked his chest with your finger. 

“You’re a tease, you know that Sugg.” 

“I had to be, dinner painfully boring considering I didn’t want to be there in the first place.” Joe winked over at you before taking your hand in his and walking down the street. 

“Horny buggards” Jack said rolling his eyes as the boys watched you and Joe walk hand in hand past the windows of the restaurant.


Blog - 2/20/2017: Home 

I grew up in rural Oregon, in a town of under 5,000. My graduating class in high school was around 125 students, most of whom I had known since kindergarten. I never was really inspired by the immediate area around where I spent my childhood, and I didn’t start to pursue photography until after I had moved away for college - meaning that while I’ve explored this town and the mountains surrounding it from top to bottom during my time growing up here, I’ve never done it with a camera in hand. I never felt the need to document this place, because I didn’t find it beautiful - I’d always wished we grew up somewhere warmer, preferably on the beach - something I grew out of with time.

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“My favorite day ever on The Walking Dead is something that happens every year. And it’s when the cast and crew get to go away from the studio into the little town of Senoia, where we shoot, and watch the premiere of that season together. And its so gratifying and so fun and lovely just to sit back and watch the crew in particular come and let loose and have fun and watch on screens all around how their hard work has paid off. It warms my heart and it’s always my favorite day every season. And then my other favorite days on set are when all the cast is working together. Like the reunion scene in season 5 and the barn scene in season 5 where the storm is coming and we all have to rush the door to keep it from coming down. Any time that the whole cast is all together is a super fun day because there are a lot of hysterical people in this cast and it’s a lot fun to cut up — amongst the hard work that we have to do and the bugs and the heat and everything else, it’s fun just to laugh.” - Melissa McBride on her best days on set

Technical Difficulties - Smut. [mystic-biscuit]

A Scruffy Hoes Production © 

Rating: 18+ NSFW
Words: 5.5k give er take

Notes: Yay group fic time. @completedylantrash @dumbass-stilinski @thelittlestkitsune @stilinski-jpeg @smutandahalf and I, all decided to do a group fic thingy for Mr. O’briens birthday. So enjoy some Stuart Twombly. Now y’all know why I have been up Stuarts ass for the last few weeks.


Stuart Twombly is a pompous dickweed.

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Marichat May Day 6 - Game Night

When Chat Noir gets a little too excited for a new game for his and Marinette’s game night he forgets to knock before entering Marinette’s room. Of course the day he forgets is the day Alya is there.

Rated G || 1,535 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

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After their game night last week, Marinette had told Chat about a new board game that she was trying to get her hands on for this week. He knew there was no way she would be able to get it by tonight since it had been sold out for weeks. Luckily, he typically gets what he wants when he throws the Agreste name around. He tried not to do it too often because it made him feel kind of slimy but if it was for his princess he would gladly do it. That was how he ended up with said game tucked under his arm while bounding to Marinette’s house.

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Just a few more Stevie gems I felt like sharing.

(embedding is disable on this one, but it’s her singing After The Glitter Fades in the studio. I love studio stuff.)

Probably my favorite ever. From a Rolling Stone shoot. It starts off with her singing part of Love In Store, then she just goes off with Wild Heart. It’s like a video demo. I love you, I love you, I love you, I do…blame it on my wild heart…

Classic footage from the Cal Jam where she joins Bob Welch on Ebony Eyes.

My other fave. This is from the Tusk documentary. Angel is my favorite song on that album. I love the part when she’s talking about the line “til I become…” and she does a harmony. I ALWAYS sing it that way now lol.

AMAZING studio footage of Blue Lamp. The first part is so cute with Sharon and Lori, and around 1:30 Stevie shoots them both the finger lol. (HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE STUDIO FOOTAGE?)

Okay that’s good for now. Enjoy :) x


Today’s cutscene cap harvest - You in some trouble now…

-At some point during the journey to Zahar’ak, the Companion gets cornered by the Amalj’aa, and they’re not willing to listen when he tries to remind them about their agreement to give them safe passage to see the Paragon.  The adventurer looks back up the path and finds him/herself blocked in as well.

-It takes a while for the adventurer to wake up after being knocked out, but this place might start to look familiar.  Well, as familiar as a cave can be.  The dynamic duo and a handful of others are eventually led out of the cave and to the original Bowl of Embers, where Ifrit is summoned.  The first appearance of a Primal in 1.0.

Notes: This was one of my favorite cutscenes from 1.0.  For this one, the Bowl of Embers had enough mountainous terrain around it that Ifrit made his appearance, and ricocheted from one rock face to another before finally landing in front of you.  Compare to in ARR, where he appears from the ball of flame, shoots skyward for a moment, and then lands.  Both scenes are great in their own right, but this version of the summoning felt more dynamic.

out of context   ‘lost’  sentence starters.

[  creds  ]

  • ❛ do you have a pen? ❜
  • ❛ i just shot a bear! ❜
  • ❛ i burnt my hand… and my muffins. ❜
  • ❛ why is there a dead pakistani on my couch? ❜
  • ❛ is it true that you successfully impregnated a male field mouse ? ❜
  • ❛ just pee on it! ❜
  • ❛ i think i’ve made the biggest mistake of my life. ❜
  • ❛ the pigs are walking! ❜
  • ❛ dude, i’m totally cool. i’m in ____ county lockup. ❜
  • ❛ if i was a dictator, i would just shoot you and go about my day. ❜
  • ❛ i think _____ a bitchin’ name. ❜
  • ❛ oh yeah, there’s my favorite leaf. ❜
  • ❛ you know, maybe if you ate more comfort food, you wouldn’t have to go around shooting people. ❜
  • ❛ you guys got any milk? ❜
  • ❛ cool hat, dude. ❜
  • ❛ because i am from the future. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t like blankets. ❜
  • ❛ if i can kick drugs, i can deliver a baby. ❜
  • ❛ i never really appreciated chicken until right now. ❜
  • ❛ what did one snowman say to the other snowman? ❜
  • ❛ great danger will befall you if you don’t stop calling me. ❜
  • ❛ i really think we have far more pressing matters than me giving you a shirt. ❜
  • ❛ well, i guess i better put some pants on. ❜
  • ❛ get some rope. ❜
  • ❛ you didn’t hear about the polar bear? ❜
  • ❛ this place is death. ❜
  • ❛ did that bird just say my name? ❜
  • ❛ i’ve been worried since i first met you that you might end up being a spinster. ❜
  • ❛ today i swallowed a bug. ❜
  • ❛ i want my kidney back! ❜
  • ❛ you don’t get any coffee. ❜
  • ❛ those pants don’t make you look fat. ❜
  • ❛ taco night? i don’t DO taco night! ❜
  • ❛ death finds me, dude. ❜
  • ❛ i stole your pen. ❜
  • ❛ falling down is not exercise. ❜
  • ❛ i think i just realized that i want to live. ❜
  • ❛ i make good eggs. ❜