Anonymous said: Hello! Oh gosh, did you read the upd8 yet? What did you think about it and would you ever consider doing the draw of Dave hugging Dirk because I am not over it i am crying holy shIT! ;3;;; Anonymous said: could you draw the upd8 where the striders r hugging? bc i love your arts so much
Super late to the party but I just had to doodle a little something for it. This must have been one of my favourite upd8s this year ahhh ;o;
headcanon: anakin skywalker is constantly around kylo ren, sending him messages along the lines of WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING STOP THIS RIGHT THE FUCK NOW but all kylo ren hears is what he wants to hear so anakin bitchslaps him and screas, “Stop KILLING PEOPLE YOU FUCKING WASTE OF SKIN, for FUCK’S SAKE.”
and all kylo ren hears is “kill people…fuck….” and he just shrugs like same granddaddy, same
I want to be a hoe. I want to go out and have fun with my friends. Dance on a few guys. Kiss whomever, whenever, wherever. Get take out for date night. Have squad gatherings in a modern art museum. Dye my hair a funky color. Get a few piercings. Reinvent my image. Let my ass get fatter and my skin clearer. Buy cute well fitting bras and panties. Invest in nice sheets. Build sand castles. Go on a ghost tour. Wave at tourist. Collect men’s athletic wear from my lovers. Read one book a week. Sing in the shower. And most importantly love myself.
I really want to buy land n build a nice house out in the country and grow all my favorite foods and make music 4 the rest of my days. Like to be hidden in nature with all my instruments n home grown food and maybe a lil family of my own or maybe a bunch of my friends i cant imagine life any more peaceful.
And he had
it all planned out, Harry did. Everything ― what he’d say, what he’d do, how
he’d do it; it was all here, all there, in his mind and in his heart, and he
kept track of it. Every word, every sentence, every apology; wanted to go in
prepared, wanted to go in strong and come out stronger. Weak, twisted and torn
and warped in two, but still strong. But seeing him now, seeing Niall now, and
noticing a change and realizing it’s him, it’s Harry, it’s his fault, it’s his
doing, and all the words and actions turn into water in his hands, dribbling
away till there’s nothing left behind but the wet remains of his shattered
heart and Niall’s horrified soul.
for @fairynarrytale; without her, this fic wouldn’t be what it is now, which is 15k worth of heartbreak for my actual first entry into our self-proclaimed narry angst war.
the boy LOOKS like a male model too, w his cheekbones and eyelashes and height and everything, i mean look at him. if trevor said he was a model it would be NO surprise
trevor honest to god has. the weirdest face. because objectively it’s a nice face? like, good build on that one, god. and candid shots of him are a+, exemplify his good face, make him look like he just walked outta a shoot with his pearly whites and combed over hair.
that’s candid pretty boy collins, the non-evil twin
this is staged photo trevvy, wanted for murder in fifty states, has not felt an emotion since he was six years old, tried on no less than three occasions to kill pretty boy collins with his bare hands
Cassandra was surprisingly on-board for the mabari. The Inquisitor never imagined her being much of a dog person, but she congratulates the Inquisitor for having a mabari puppy imprint on them. When the dog gets big enough, she spars with the dog and has recruits practice fighting with it. The seeker sometimes reads to the dog when no one is in earshot, and the mabari happily lies beside her when she does, listening calmly. Cassandra can’t help but smile whenever the dog visits her, asking for so much as a pat on the head.
Blackwall was one of the most excited to see the mabari, grinning widely whenever he sees the dog. He spoils the dog, and build a nice doghouse for them. He takes no offense when the dog would rather sleep anywhere but inside the dog house, chuckling whenever he sees the dog lying on their back, legs up, lips flopping back. He slips the dog numerous treats, and when the truth of his identity comes out, there is no anger or dismay from the mabari. The dog just sees him looking down, and puts his head in Blackwall’s lap with a sympathetic wag of the tail, an invitation for pets. Rainier sighs and smiles, stroking the dog’s head– he still has at least one true friend.
Iron Bull spoils the shit out of the dog, babying the hound. It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see Bull slipping the mabari scraps from his plate or rough-housing with him in the training yard. Sometimes when he sits in the tavern, the dog will climb into his lap. Bull’s lap barely large enough to hold him, but neither the warrior nor the dog minds. Bull just laughs and coos at the dog. “This is a good boy! This is a tamassran’s angel!” he croons lovingly. The dog thanks him with a slobbery kiss. Whenever the dog sits in his lap, it looks something like this:
Sera was excited; all Fereldens love dogs, and Sera is no exception. She likes to feed the dog things it probably shouldn’t eat, and will happily talk to the dog, sometimes using the dog as a co-conspirator for pranks. One evening after she and the dog manage to put buckets over several doors, the dog helping by carrying a bucket, Josephine visits and demands to know who did it. She points to the dog, and the dog lifts a paw, pointing to her. They both get in trouble, of course; they’re partners in crime, and Sera wouldn’t have it any other way.
Varric was distinctly reminded of Hawke’s dog, and manages to get the mabari to learn how to play Diamondback with him. Sometimes when they play a game, he calmly discusses things with the dog. “Now, do you think I should send the Merchant’s Guild a letter back, or use it to make a paper-mache boat?” The dog looks between Varric and the letter from the Guild, picks it off the table, and begins tearing it up with gusto and glee. Varric laughs, grinning. “That’s a great idea! Why didn’t I think of that sooner?” He doesn’t even mind the scraps of paper the dog leaves behind from his plaything.
Cole loves the dog; “He only wants to love and be loved.” he remarks. The dog checks on him now and then in his corner of the attic of the tavern, just to make sure he’s still there. “Panting, smiling, Master said I was a good boy, Master said they love me! He is happy, now.” he croons after the Inquisitor praises the mabari. The dog licks Cole’s face, and Cole laughs brightly. “He kissed me! I love you, too.” he praises, and the dog wags his tail in response. Sometimes, when the Veil or the world is too hard, too heavy, too sad, and Cole begins to panic, the mabari will find him and stay by him, licking him and cuddling with him until he begins to calm down. “He’s scared, why is he scared? Whimpering, wondering, he doesn’t need to be scared, not while I’m here. Thank you…”
Dorian is amused by the dog at best, but doesn’t have any strong feelings about the mabari at first. On occasion, when Dorian is in the library, the dog wanders up the stairs and lays by his chair, apparently having found a good spot for a nap. Dorian briefly considered shooing the dog away, but the mabari behaves and keeps quiet, so the mage shrugged and allowed him to keep him company. The altus feels quietly honored, pride bubbling in his chest, to be so chosen as a friend. Slowly, the dog grows on him, and he reaches down to pet it now and then, much to the mabari’s delight. The dog memorizes Dorian’s behavior, and one day when Dorian gets up earlier than normal from his chair, the mabari whines and hits him with a paw– he’s not allowed to go anywhere so early, he’s supposed to sit with him for a predetermined length of time. Dorian can’t help but laugh, and he sits back down, stroking the dog’s head.
Solas admires the dog for their intelligence, but doesn’t comment on the pup. The dog is wary of him at first, and Solas doesn’t approach him, nor does he try to touch him. Eventually the dog investigates him, sniffing at his hands and at his desk, licking his fingers cautiously. Solas doesn’t look up from whatever he’s doing, but does scratch the back of the hound’s ears nonchalantly, trying to act like he isn’t thrilled the dog finally is interested in saying hello to him. On occasion, when no one is listening, Solas will discuss his thoughts with the dog, who seems to listen respectfully.
Vivienne doesn’t care much for the dog at first; her only remark is that she hopes the Inquisitor bathes the hound enough, lest Skyhold start smelling like Ferelden. The dog leaves her be, and there is little interaction between them. At least, until Vivienne is visiting Val Royeaux with the Inquisitor, who stops in a pet shop to look at new collars. The Inquisitor is almost about to pick out a relatively plain one when Vivienne shakes her head. “Darling, if you intend to put anything on your dog, it must be classier than that strap of leather. Here, look at this one; it’s far more suited for a pet of your station…” Later on, Vivienne puts on a shiny, embroidered collar she had managed to rope the Inquisitor into buying, and the dog pants happily. Later on, when Vivienne is mourning the loss of Bastien, the dog finds her and silently lies down by her feet, and she does not object.
Josephine doesn’t have much experience with dogs, but she starts having the Inquisitor greet Ferelden dignitaries with their dog at their side. Every time, the Fereldens’ eyes light up and talk with the Inquisitor at length about their prized mabari hound, calling him “The Herald’s Mabari.” A few of them even teared up, and Josephine grew on the dog, considering the mabari to be an excellent ambassador. Every time the dog behaves patiently while their master is talking to some nobles, Josephine rewards the dog with mabari crunch. The dog starts showing up whenever any dignitaries come from anywhere, and while Josephine frets initially, most non-Ferelden nobles either didn’t care or were amused by the dog. After they go, the dog looks to her, expecting their treat, and Josephine sighs and gives them the treat. The dog sometimes cuddles against her, snuggling, and the ambassador giggles and strokes the mabari’s head.
Cullen is, by far, the most thrilled a mabari hound imprinted on the Inquisitor. He visits the Inquisitor shortly after the dog arrives, with an armful of dog toys, treats, and other goodies. He spars and plays with the dog whenever he has free time, allowing the dog to lick his face; he’s not even slightly disgusted in the least by the slobber. He frequently makes use of the dog in helping train his soldiers, and the mabari loves it just as much when a poor recruit gets knocked down. “There’s a shield in your hand, block with it!” Cullen snapped. “If this mabari were your enemy, you’d be dead!” When Cullen eventually gets a mabari of his own, he actually schedules playdates for his dog and the Inquisitor’s dog. When Cullen suffers from lyrium withdrawal, the dog visits him immediately, and tries to climb onto his lap. It doesn’t make the pain go away, but it does make the Commander smile; he could endure.
Leliana is fondly reminded of the Hero of Ferelden’s mabari, and dotes accordingly. Sometimes agents are caught off-guard to see the spymaster, perhaps the most frightening woman in all of Skyhold, cuddling and kissing the head of the dog, smiling brightly. Sometimes, if the dog seems bored, she has him run messages for her, which he does with remarkable speed; she always rewards him with mabari crunch for a job well-done. When he wants a treat, he sometimes comes to her and whines for work. “Hmm. I think I have a message you can run…” she’ll say playfully, and hand the message in a container to the dog, who runs off to work. Josephine sometimes teases Leliana about how much she spoils the dog, to which Leliana only has to say: “He is a noble creature, deserving of all the spoils he earns.”
Darcy and Tony, her bio-dad had slowly build a nice father-daughter relationship for the past 20 years. After the Shieldra dump files affair, they both learned the existence of their filiation (just like the whole world did). Even with their crazy Stark gene pool making them unpredictable and slightly prone to volatile explosions near their general direction, they succeeded in not-dying. Of course, Tony vetoed any Avengers sniffing around the fruit of his loins but couldn’t very well stop her from eloping with Captain America when she decided to. Tony disappeared one day and didn’t come back after weeks of searching, Darcy decided to take charge without telling anyone - Steve could be annoying with his ‘Darcy please don’t die or touch those grenades!’. She lead her own investigation, found the organisation who did it, infiltrated them (she had some black widow’s gadgets with her and hoped she won’t get killed for stealing them) and after kicking some collective asses, found her dad (and blew shit up). Tony was really proud, annoyed, worried but proud.