never head first

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Audrey Jensen + weapons

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the progression from “no i’m not talking to my spouse” to
“SHIT SORRY I THOUGHT I WAS TALKING TO MY SPOUSE”

anonymous asked:

CAN I JUST SAY THAT I SPENT THREE HOURS GOING THROUGH YOUR ASKS AND ART AND YOU SEEM LIKE THE NICEST PERSON EVER and then i met this one person in rl and she was following you and we bonded and it was very nice ily and your art so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This is honestly surreal for me oh my g o d - I’m glad I could??? help you make a new friend??? Holy shit I don’t know how to answer this uHHHHH!!!!!!!! thank you??? yes, tHANK YOU!!!! that’s definitely the most important part, I’m super happy you like my stuff!!!! <3<3<3

Anon said: i would like to say that I really really love your art and it inspires me so sooo much and yeah, thanks for sharing your art with the world

Gosh!!!!! Thank you!!!!!! And I don’t kind what kind of inspired you mean but whichever it is I’m happy I can make you feel like that!!! Oh boy!!!!!

Anon said: Is it okay to use your art as a phone background? I’m asking bc i saw your no reposting post and I was wondering if using it for phone bgs etc is allowed?

Sure!! As long as it’s for private use I don’t mind at all!!!!

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anonymous asked:

could you do msr cuddling for comfort pls? (7 from prompt list)

Set immediately after “Paper Clip”. 

“You don’t have to stay here with me, Mulder. I’m fine.” The words feel heavy on her tongue; just as heavy as his arms around her shoulder. She wants to push him away from her and she wants to cling to him here in the sterile hospital room that’s void of her sister’s presence.

“You need to go home, Scully. Where is your mother? I thought maybe you could stay with her for a while.” Disappointment bubbles up inside of her. She can’t recall the last time Melissa smiled at her, made fun of her. The only picture in her head right now is not of her sister. It’s her mother blinking away angry tears. ‘I need some time alone, Dana’, and all she could do was watch her mother shoulder her purse and leave her other daughter, the one who was still alive, here in the dead room. She had not been there when her sister, her mother, all her family had needed her most. Her punishment now is her solitude; the one she used to fight for all through her childhood.

“She went home,” she tells Mulder evenly, not allowing her emotions outside, “She wanted to be alone.” Right now, Scully imagines, she’s calling her brothers and giving them the news. There’ll be unspoken allegations and questions; Dana’s fault, she can almost hear Bill’s voice in her head. Is this about Dana? Charlie might ask, never jumping to conclusions head first, always ready to give his big sister the benefit of a doubt. This time, though… she doesn’t deserve it. The bullet had been aimed at her and she feels it almost, pain spreading in her abdomen, but someone else had taken it for her. Her sister.

“Let me take you home then,” Mulder’s voice is gentle, yet persistent, “You shouldn’t be here.” He’s wrong, of course. She should be here. It should have been her. Were Melissa here, she would laugh at her. Things happen for a reason, Danes. This crime, though, there is no reason for it. No sense in it. It should have been her, not Melissa. Scully turns to Mulder, her vision slightly blurry.

“I’m fine, Mulder. You go home. These last few days haven’t been easy for you either.” He shakes his head and she feels it more than she sees it.

“I’m not leaving here without you. Come on.” he says but Scully remains frozen, her eyes fixated on the empty hospital bed; she can’t believe Melissa has been here and is gone now. A world without her seems implausible.

“I can’t go home, Mulder.” Her voice is barely above whisper and when Mulder doesn’t react, she fears he didn’t hear her. Then his hand is on her shoulder, strong and certain.

“You can stay with me. Just let’s get out of here, all right?” She can’t. She just can’t. “Please.” He adds, his voice almost breaking and finally she nods.

The drive to his apartment is quiet. She doesn’t have any clothes with her, no overnight bag, nothing. He asks if she wants to take a shower and she shakes her head no, but changes her mind and gives him a nod instead. Mulder rummages through his drawers and finally comes up with a faded T-Shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

“They should almost fit.” His smile is warm, gentle, and she mouths a thank you as she takes the clothes from him. They smell clean and faintly of him. She locks herself in his bathroom, takes off all her clothes and crumples them up. She throws them into a corner knowing she’ll never wear them again.

When she emerges twenty minutes later, Mulder is making up his couch. He gives her an apologetic look and continues trying to make the couch as comfortable as possible.

“Where will you sleep?” Scully asks him. She’s seen his bedroom or rather the room where his bed should be.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m sorry I don’t have a real bed for you.”

“Mulder, you need to sleep, too.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Really, Scully. Don’t worry about me.” How can she not worry about him? His face shows exhaustion and something she interprets as sorrow. A look he reserves for his sister usually. This time she knows it’s for her sister, for Melissa. She doesn’t know what passed between these two when she was in the hospital, grasping for her own life. Melissa had merely smiled when she’d asked about it and Mulder? He hadn’t said anything except that he couldn’t believe she and Melissa were sisters.

“Scully?” His voice jolts her back to reality; a reality where she can’t ask her sister for advice, ask her to comfort her, be there for her in return. Tears constrict her throat and Scully refuses to let them fall. It might be easy for Mulder to show her this side of him; this vulnerable man, who is not invincible, who doesn’t know how to handle things and dives in first. A man who sleeps on the couch, lulled to sleep by the sound of fish swimming in a darkness illuminated by their tank, hoping his demons won’t find them in the faint light.

“Mulder, I want you to – could you stay here with me?” His surprised expression soon gives way to an uncertain smile.

“Of course,” he clears his throat, “If that’s what you want.” Scully nods and sits down on the couch. It feels soft and surprisingly right. She stares up at Mulder, who switches off the lights before he carefully lies down behind her. Scully, still in her upright position, feels him there; his warmth a comfort she is not ready to allow herself just yet.

“Just try to sleep, Scully.” But she is afraid to close her eyes. She is afraid that her demons might find her here in this strange apartment. Mulder’s hand comes up to touch her back. When she doesn’t stop him, he begins to gently draw circles there.

“It’ll be all right, Scully. I promise. I’ll be here.” Just as a test, she closes her eyes. Soothing darkness, nothing else. Opening her eyes again, she draws up her legs and lies down. Their bodies barely touch and it’s not enough. Scully scoots back until her back is to his chest. She feels him startle and recover quickly. His arm tentatively comes up and lands on her hip. Scully feels the question in the air; is this all right? She takes his arm, warm and strong, and puts it fully around her. She clasps his hand, whispers a kiss against it, and blinking a few times, she finally closes her eyes for real. Mulder breathes against her neck, the steady rhythm a gentle lullaby.

“You sleep, Scully,” he whispers against her, “I’ll keep you safe.” And she trusts him, lets herself fall. When she wakes up hours later, a nightmare or maybe just a memory, he tightens his arm around her, leaves a kiss on her neck that they’ll never speak about again and promises her to make it all better.

And she believes him.

                    You won,   and she   chose you,   and she loved you, and   she’s gone.
                           It's over, isn't it? Why can't I move on?

            Yamanaka Ino & Haruno Sakura: Shipping Aesthetic | Lyrics: It's Over, Isn't It? (Steven Universe)

I’m wondering why I haven’t seen any BTS mile high club themed fics on Tumblr. Anyone know of any, or perhaps I should look on AO3?

Carlos

Okay so something that has been on my mind this week is not really a pressing issue but more of a “ GDI Jaden” moment for me and I really wanted to share it.

As many of you know I have recently started listening to a Certain Podcast and has two very lovable men in the series. Well, one man in particular is named Carlos. I didn’t think he was going to be a big part of the show from the Pilot episode and so when he was first introduced, my brain came up with the first thing that this description below describes. 


Carlos is described as a Latino scientist with a voice like caramel with oaky tones. He has dark and delicate skin and thick black hair with a “dignified, if premature, touch of gray at his temples”, a strong square jaw and teeth like a “military cemetery.” He wears a lab coat and his hair is perfect.

Originally posted by cutepikachu

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Okay so…… everyone in the fandom has basically the same image in mind for Carlos (I guess the fandom created designs for the characters together many years ago?) Each fanart of Carlos looks pretty much like the same design (mind you the creators never gave official designs? Only descriptions which leaves it up to fan interpretation, which I very much love.


Originally posted by flababe


So. The fandom made really unique designs of the characters based off the descriptions …..




and then there’s my fuckin’ weeb ass-

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already choking on my pride

so there’s no use crying about it

One of my fave things about Crowley is just his whole apartment aesthetic?? I just have so many headcanons?

Like I can imagine him through the centuries, following the trends and fashions, clad in leather like a rocker in the 60s and 70s, wearing the finest frilly laces in the court of Versailles, all buckled up in straight line suits and glossy top hats in the streets of Victorian London, and he carries that style into his house, wherever it may be, because it’s all part of the image, the faux human life he’s carefully crafted, and he never cares if the decor is ostentatious, if it’s too florid or gaudy or darkly lit, cos why would he care about the paint on a few walls when he hasn’t felt at home since he slipped Eve that apple (not that he regrets it, how could he ever) and the world changed forever

And then styles shift and minimalism comes around, where everything is big spaces with clean lines and white walls and natural light flooding from big windows, and Crowley buys a new apartment and gets it decorated as minimalistic as possible, and fills it with gadgets and gizmos and all the human trappings of the age

And he almost likes his new apartment, almost but not quite, because there’s something strangely familiar about it, but there’s something off, something missing, and it comes to him one day when he’s walking through Camden market and sees the plants trailing from terracotta pots, the vines creeping around trellises and the colourful clusters of tiny flowers, and before he knows it he buys a plant, and then two, and then three, and then a dozen

And then one day he wakes up, sleepy and satisfied from indulging himself in a long nap in his ridiculously expensive bed, and sees for the first time summer sunshine lighting up gleaming white walls, a light so bright it’s almost painful, and plants bathing in the sunlight, flowers unfurling their petals in the joy of summer, their leaves lit up in a hundred shades of green, the air heavy with the scent of greenery and growing things, and he can almost hear the birds singing their praises and the warmth of an earth newly formed under his scales, and it’s the closest to home he’s felt in over a millennia, in this little Garden all of his own

That moment when ghirahim realizes that hylians don’t live a very long life and one day link will be gone and he’ll be alone again

Yoongi Scenario: All to Himself.

Request: Hi!!! Can I please get a fun fluffy Yoongi scenario where you play around with the maknae line a lot cause you’re about their age and Yoongi doesn’t seem to care but is actually low-key jealous and you kind of tease him about it? Thank you and I love your blog~~

Genre: Fluff / Comedy.


You arrived at the dorm early in the afternoon, Yoongi had told you he was free for the rest of the day after midday so you didn’t waste time and went there as early as you could. For today you had planned to make something different and being that you would be alone with him and the maknae line you thought you could include them as well, so for today you were going to make pizza from scratch, you knew how much the boys loved pizza but how sometimes they weren’t allowed to indulge on the tasty food. So today you were going to treat them and make a healthy but delicious pizza. Not that you were a professional cook or anything, but for Yoongi you would try your best.

Yoongi was waiting for you at the elevator, he had a sleepy face, like he had just woken up and you were sure he had just taken a nap, he was wearing black jeans and a big dark green hoodie. You smiled at him and he offered you a tiny smile as well.

-Babe- you said greeting him, going in for a hug as soon as the elevator’s doors closed. He hugged you back, taking in your scent.

-How are you? Sorry about the mess you’re about to see, I live with kids after all-

You giggled. -I’m the same age as some of them, that makes me a kid?- you asked teasingly.

Yoongi saw your playful eyes and smirked. -No, but you sure are a mischievous little girl- he said in a rather low tone that made you blush.

He stole you a kiss, quick and sudden but the touch made you want to steal one back; he then opened the door, three faces appearing immediately before you.

-Y/N!- they chanted. Jimin and Taehyung more enthusiastically than Jungkook, but they were all smiling brightly so you returned the gesture.

-Hello boys!- 

-Oh, Y/N you’re blushing, was our hyung disrespecting you?- Taehyung asked earning a smack from Yoongi and laughs from the other two, you just blushed more.

-Yah, watch it-

-Come Y/N- Jimin said grabbing your arm to start walking towards the kitchen.

Taehyung nodded grabbing your other arm -Yoongi hyung told us we are making pizza today and we want to help-

You turned your head to give Yoongi a small smile, but he shook his head like saying everything was fine, but you knew that sweet boyfriend of yours, how his lips tightened a little and how he let out the most subtle sigh. He always tried to look cool and smooth, but you knew better.

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can you believe alex danvers is a lesbian? like a year ago it was merely wishful thinking that she’s not straight but now it’s real and true and beautiful

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are you forgetting that they lived together for 4+ years???????

Nano must have forgot to close the front door. For a second there, you thought you could’ve smelled rain…

My dad’s an electrician and some days he just sits outside and riffles and organizes through his boxes of wires and junk he swears still have some use in them. He doesn’t pay attention to anything those days; I like to think Lalna would be like that too. Doesn’t notice anything, not even when possible demi/actual gods are in his house keeping a watchful eye…

Here’s how I want Sarah Wright on NCISLA: some sort of BBQ thing backyard at Sam’s house and he invites his SEAL buddy who uses a cane, played by David Olsen. SEAL buddy brings his wife, played by Sarah. There’s a super brief but hilarious interaction when Kensi and Deeks come up. Just a fun cameo like when the moms were on. Team super other in-laws!

This would make up for a lot of s5 for me. :)