not angsty right now

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He gotta give him that air you know

“What’cha gonna do this time, Conejita?”

whelp, so it’s revealed that Sombra is actually 30?? ? ?? There goes all my head canons.. TT

Doesn’t change the fact that their character dynamics go well together though. Even with the origin story revealed, doesn’t young Sombra remind you of D.va? Like, they are so similar. I’d imagine Sombra would intentionally taunt D.va on the battlefield ‘cause D.va reminds her of her younger self and she hates that. 

Also, first time trying out the pencil brush in photoshop lol. I still haven’t found a setting which i’m totally comfortable with :/

everyone’s like: can coliver be happy again? and: connor is so out of character he’s such an asshole! and i’m just like .. this is the connor i’ve wanted to see since he and oliver broke up. he couldn’t be more in character right now? also i live for angsty coliver like gimme more OF “YOU ARE MY LIFE” AND CONNOR BEGGING OLIVER TO TURN HIM IN BC HE HAS ABSOLUTELY NO GRIP ON HIS EMOTIONS RN

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tfw you’re on the fast track to hell and you want to expedite the process even further and so you decide you’re gonna fancast your favorite webcomic’s French-Canadian hockey captain/love interest with just, y’know, some guy, just any old guy you could find on the internet, like the current Prime Minister of Canada alskdjf;lklalsdkf

I was so happy with these doodles that I decided to put some colour on them in PS before uploading <3 Hi Endeavour/Morse/Lewis fandom, I’ve come to stay!

calli’s fic picks - 11/16/16

It’s been a hard week for all of us. Not as many fic updates, which is a shame, because if we need fic at any time we need it now. I have been writing up a storm on my NaNoWriMo project, the sequel to “ready for the fall”. I’m almost halfway through the whole thing, which is exciting. And writing has helped provide me an escape. Reading too. So here’s what I read this last week that made things a little bit brighter: 

City of Fallen Heroes by @adiwriting - I’ve been reading this one from the start and it’s an amazing fic, set in the future but with plenty of angst. Like… heaping platefuls of angst. It makes the angst we’re looking at in canon right now look like child’s play. Now, as angsty as it is and as much as I don’t want this future for Olicity, I can’t deny this story is amazing. This latest chapter that she posted had me feeling that ache in my throat. You know the one I’m talking about? Where you feel the emotional pain the character is feeling? Just amazing. Give it a read. But have a glass of wine ready. 

The Strong Do Not Always End Up On Top by GodsFool - This is a really interesting story that mixes a lot of different tropey elements into one fic: Bratva, Soulmates, Alpha/Omega… My only complaint would be that I need more updates. I like watching Oliver be pushed to the limit by Felicity. Keep an eye out for a great cameo from Nyssa, in a role I haven’t seen her play in other fics before. 

Say Nothing of My Fable by @geneeste - this is an alternate canon look at season 5, where Oliver and Felicity are married. How would the canon we know on the show be changed by them being together and married? They’re not without their issues, and Oliver isn’t perfect (and neither is Felicity). As her tags promise, it’s escapism. Which we desperately need. 

A Bunny For Prue by @realityisoverrated-fic - It’s no secret how much I love her Infinite Love series. It’s domestic Smoaking Billionaires/Future Fic/Fluffy Family Feels/Productive Angst at it’s best. I promise just about anyone can find a box ticked for them here. And this fic was comfort… which we need (as I’ve established). Their child is sick. They rush to action. In Felicity’s case, quite literally. Give it a read and feel the comfort. 

The Husbands Of Felicity Smoak by always_a_queen - This alternate season 3 fic isn’t for everyone… you have to be able to tolerate Felicity being married to Oliver and then marrying Tommy after she believes Oliver died at the hands of Ra’s al Ghul. But there’s reward here if you’re okay with it. It’s a good story with brilliant character moments. And things are just about ready to hit the fan, which is always fun for the reader!

Please Excuse This Little Bit of Weakness by @theshipsfirstmate - I love to escape into AUs when things are hard in canon but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good to get your hands dirty in canon too. This is season 5 compliant and takes place after 5x06. There’s some great UST here, which is really what I’m all about at this point in canon, I don’t know about you guys. 

Beginnings by @academyofshipping - Now, we all pretty much know that Quentin isn’t Prometheus. But what if he was? I imagine his flaming “So it begins” sign would have looked a bit more like this. This is a great crack-y look at s5 canon with some fantastic Olicity interaction thrown in. 

Quiet by blahblahwahwah - Listen, I’ve always thought there weren’t nearly enough fics about how the date in 3x01 could have gone had the restaurant not been blown up. So this fic is exactly what I need. 

No Good Deed by SmoakMonster - This is a really fascinating take on the whole Soulmate trope. Oliver’s touch causes death. Felicity’s touch causes healing. Might they be perfect for each other? 

Just a Small Town Girl by Emilyymay_x - Oliver is sent to a small town to rehabilitate himself after his parents get fed up with his partying ways. Guess who lives in this charming small town? Felicity Smoak. I foresee good things from this AU. It already feels like a cup of warm cocoa and a blanket by the fire. 

I think that’s enough to keep you all busy for a few days, right? I hope you find some comfort in these fics. Hang in there, fam. Tomorrow will shine all the brighter for having been through the storm. 

Drama Between Us - Phan Fiction, Chapter 1

Title: Drama Between Us

Paring: Phan (Dan and Phil)

TW: None :)

Plot: Dan and Phil have always competed with each other, ever since middle school, for the lead male role in plays. When their director decides to make the play old-fashioned, with the whole cast male, Dan is Juliet, Phil is Romeo. They are far from pleased. 

Word count: 1684 

Chapter: 1

Genre: High school, angst

Credit to Kaitlyn (krazy4fandoms) for this prompt.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy it! Sorry it’s angsty right now, it’ll get fluffy soon! Please don’t steal/repost, but likes and reblogs are appreciated!) 

~~Dan’s P.O.V~~

I was feeling great as I walked out of the auditorium and toward the drama room of the high school. I just auditioned for Romeo for my last play, and I was a shoe in. I’ve had half of the lead male roles since middle school. I felt good about my audition.

“Did you hear?” PJ pulled me aside in the hallway.

“Hear what?” I asked.

“Phil Lester auditioned to be Romeo too,” PJ whispered. Of course he was. I grit my teeth. I nodded and walked into the drama room. Phil Lester has also had half of the lead male roles, we’ve been competing for them since middle school. I would do everything in my power to make sure that Phil Lester did not get the part of Romeo. I signed up for it the day it was announced. I’d already talked to Mr. Halroy, our drama director, about being male role, and he was all for it! Phil Lester is about to be taken down, once and for all. It was our senior year, last play for both of us, and I would have the final win.

“Come, come,” Mr. Halroy ushered all of the drama club kids into his room. “Auditions are complete!” Some people in the club clapped. I crossed my arms over my torso and glared at Phil. He glared back. “I’ve just finished meeting with council and we have everyone’s parts. Ready? Listen for your part.” Maddie, the student director stepped in, holding a list in her hands.

“Romeo is Phil Lester,” she started. My heart dropped in my chest. I felt tears brim my eyes, and I began walking out of the room. “Benvolio is Ryan Danka. Mercutio is Zach Jennbel. Juliet is Dan Howell…” I stopped listening once my name was called. Juliet? A female part? Hell no. I stormed into Mr. Halroy’s office, and so did Phil. I shoved him on my way in.

“Halroy, in case you didn’t know, I have a penis!” I yelled. “There is no way in Hell I’m playing the role of Juliet.”

“And I will not be Romeo if he is Juliet,” Phil added, both of our arms were crossed.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I glared at him.

“Boys, break it up,” Mr. Halroy sighed and rubbed the area between his eyes. “The play was originally acted out with only boy actors. We’re doing it like it was then. There are no ifs, than, or buts about it. Stop being so childish. You’re 17 and 18 years old. It’s time to grow the fuck up. Now get out of my office,” he flicked his wrists, motioning for us to leave. We both walked out.

“I hate you,” I muttered to Lester.

“The feeling is mutual,” he muttered back. I walked out of the drama room, not bothering to stay for the rest of the meeting and walked home.

“How was school?” My mother asked. I walked upstairs to my room ignoring her.

I sighed into my pillow and fell asleep.

~

After the final bell rang, I walked back into the drama room. “Here, Dan,” I heard someone’s voice. I turned and saw Maddie. “You didn’t get a copy of the play yesterday. Your lines are highlighted, like usual,” she handed me a binder containing the play. “I know you and Phil don’t get along, but you know you’re going to have to rehearse outside of school together. If not for the sake of the play, then do it for the sake of my sanity, please.”

“Why would you make us the leads? Especially in this play. You know we can’t stand each other,” I muttered.

“Just try it.” I nodded begrudgingly and sat in a chair, reading over the lines. I can’t believe I’m the female lead, I rolled my eyes.

“Howell,” I looked up and saw Phil standing in front of me. “Want to rehearse for the play tonight?”

“Well you’re sure as hell not coming to my house,” I muttered.

“Damn, you can come to mine then,” his voice was defensive.

“Fine.”

“Fine,” he said as he walked away. I sent a text to my mom knowing play rehearsal would run a bit longer today. After we’d rehearsed in class and read from the scripts, Phil and I waited until everyone left, sitting on opposite sides of the room. He stood up. “Are you coming?” He spat.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, princess,” I muttered, following him out of the building.

“Ah, but you’re Juliet, so between us, you’re more of a princess than me, your highness,” Phil walked over to a car and set his stuff in the back. I followed his actions and sat in the passenger seat when he sat in the front.

“Fuck off, asshole,” I held my middle finger up to him. He smirked. He pulled into a rich neighborhood and up to an expensive looking, well kept house. Of course he would have money. I rolled my eyes and followed Phil as we took our bags and walked into his house.

“Phil, who’s your friend?” She asked. I had to stop myself from snorting when she called me Phil’s friend.

“That’s Dan. We’re rehearsing for a play,” Phil replied as he walked up the stairs, I stayed a few steps behind him, but followed him nonetheless. Phil went into a room, which I assumed was his. There were Muse posters and Pokemon stuffed animals scattered about the room, as well as a lion stuffed animal sitting on his bed. The floors were decently clean, only a few stray clothes littered them. “We should start from Scene II, Capulet’s Orchard,” Phil muttered, looking at his copy in front of him. I pulled mine out of my bag, and stood there not knowing where to sit. There was only his bed, so I opted for the floor, since he was sitting on the bed.

“Kay,” I replied, turning a few pages to find where he was talking about. Phil talked first in this part, and I read along in my copy.

“…Oh, I wear a glove on that hand, that I might touch that cheek!” Phil finished his line.

“Ay, don’t fucking touch me,” I replied.

“Seriously, Howell? Be serious for once in your life,” he rolled his eyes.

“Aye, me,” I read the line. Phil and I continued to go back and forth reading our lines for a while, until someone knocked on his door.

“Come in,” Phil said, more loud than necessary.

“Dinner’s ready,” Phil’s mom opened the door. “Are you staying for dinner, Dan?” She asked. I stood up and put my play into my bag.

“No, thank you, ma’am. I should be getting home,” I followed her down the stairs. Phil was behind us.

“Bye, Dan,” Phil walked me to the door.

“Later, Lester,” I muttered. I tightened my hoodie around myself and pulled my hood up; it was cold.

“Wait, Howell,” Phil said as he opened the door. “Do you need a ride home?” I turned around to face him.

“No.” I continued to walk.

“Are you sure?” He asked. I didn’t reply, just continued walking. I heard him mutter ‘whatever’ and then his door close. My house was a good couple miles away, at least seven. I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked out of his neighborhood and away from town, toward my house. It was nearly dark outside, and every tree freaked me out. I vowed never to watch The Blair Witch Project again.

Once I made it home, I noticed my mother was asleep on the couch. I grabbed a bag of chips from the cupboard and walked up to my room. I recited a few parts, took a shower, and then fell back asleep.

The classes seemed to last forever, and a week had gone by since I’d been to Phil’s house. I was surprised at how much we had in common. Same anime, I saw a few CD’s sitting out of the same one I’m watching. Same favorite band it seemed, Muse. Same taste in games like Pokemon. It freaked me out a bit. We haven’t talked since I last went to his house, unless we were rehearsing for the play during drama.

The final bell rang, and I went back into the drama room. I sat down in a chair I usually sat in, and watched PJ sit next to me. “Haven’t seen you and Phil yelling at each other like you used to,” he observed. I shrugged. “Did something happen when you were at his house?”

“No,” I replied. “We haven’t even been near each other.”

“Ready?” Mr. Halroy stood in the center of the room. “We need our Romeo and Juliet. This is Act I, Scene V.” Phil and I began rehearsing the lines, still using our scripts.

“Saint’s don’t move, though grant prayers,” I read.

“Then move not, while I take my prayer’s effect,” Phil read. We both took a double take looking at our scripts.

“I’m not kissing him,” I muttered, looking to Mr. Halroy.

“Ditto,” Phil replied, rolling his eyes. I crossed my arms. Halroy rubbed the area between his eyes.

“Do the stage kiss then,” Maddie stepped in. “Phil, put your hands on both sides of Dan’s face, placing your thumb over his lips. Therefore, you’ll both be kissing Phil’s thumb, rather than each other.”

I scoffed. “Just do it, boys,” Mr. Halroy stepped in. Phil put his hands on both sides of my face, using his left thumb to cover my lips. His blue eyes met my brown eyes, before he leaned in and we both had our lips touching his thumb. For a second, I didn’t mind him touching me. After he pulled away, I stepped back and shook my head.

“This isn’t a good idea, Mr. Halroy,” I said as I walked out of the classroom. I wasn’t sure if it was because Phil and I can’t work together, or because I was afraid of actually liking Phil. But either way, I needed to clear my head.

(A/N: So, Romeo and Juliet is considered public domain and therefore not illegal, but I did change a few words just in case. But they’re still really close. I hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me feedback! Please don’t steal!)

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anonymous asked:

are u taking prompts for guardian angel?? if you are here is mine: oliver and danica playing at the park ps: i didnt know u were gonna write more im so happy!!!

olicity || ao3 || gen || fluff || 4538  || more fics

summary: Oliver finds a half asleep Felicity in an elevator with a newborn (anonymous prompt)
word count: 607
a/n: tbh i wasn’t going to write anymore, but…. i do have so many angsty things going right now that a nice fluff break is good for both the writer and the reader.  So, I’m happy to take prompts for this verse and I’m glad you’re enjoying it (: 

p.s - i’ve been feeling really iffy on oliver’s voice lately so if this sucks i apologize


[Part One] [bonus #1]

Danica squeezed Oliver’s forefinger tightly as they crossed the street. He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face.

“We’re almost there,” he assured her.

She looked up at him and nodded, but still kept a tight hold on him. Which he was glad for. The last thing he wanted was for her to go bolting across the street by herself. He’d seen kids do it before; he always wondered how their parents didn’t have a heart attack right there. Maybe he was just overprotective, but could anyone really blame him? This little three year old and her mother had waltzed into his life unexpectedly and they quickly became the most important people in his life.

They reached the sidewalk, but Danica stopped. She raised her arms up to him.

“Use your words, sweetie,” he said softly.

“Carry me?”

“Are you getting tired?” he asked as he scooped her up.

“No,” she mumbled, burying her face in his neck.

He chuckled, rubbing her back, “You’re just a daddy’s girl.”

She nodded and kissed his cheek.

Oliver carried her the rest of the way to the park. It was a quiet morning in the middle of the week, so there weren’t very many people there. That was just fine with him.

He carefully set her down, “Where to first?”

She looked around with those big blue, curious eyes. “Slide!” she said excitedly.

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Some things are better gone (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: I’m kinda stalking your blog rn dont mind me bUT YOU ARE AN AMAZING WRITER OH SHIT. Is it okay if you do me a drabble at some point, if so could it be 14,15,21,35 and 44? Love your work so much and i hope its not too much to ask for!!

A/N: This is very angsty as I was(and am) in a pretty bad mood while I was writing this and I needed a way to let it out.

Drabble 14: I do not like you

Drabble 15: I love him 

Drabble 21: Are you jealous?

Drabble 35: You hurt me

Drabble 44: I’m sorry

List of drabbles: http://imaginingspiderman.tumblr.com/drabbles


‘’Please, let me explain’’ Peter tells you as he enters the living room, seeing you laughing at a movie on the TV.
You quickly turn around to look at him and furrow your brows, an angry expression on your face.
‘’Leave me alone’’ you hiss at him, feeling the rage burning inside you, turning back around to return your attention to the TV.
He tries to sit next to you, but you get up, turning off the TV and walking to your room at the Stark Tower, the happy mood you had, instantly gone.
‘’Oh, come on, don’t be mad’’ he says, following you.
‘’Leave me alone’’ you repeat, not even turning around to look at him. He ignores you and just keeps walking behind you, trying to catch up to you. He walks into your room a second after you and closes the door behind him, turning around to look at you. ‘’I didn’t tell you you could come in.’’
‘’Why are you so mad at me?’’ he says furrowing his eyebrows.
‘’Are you serious?’’ you say, finally turning to look at him. ‘’You hurt me. You slept with her out of nothing but spite because of the fight we had. You didn’t even have the guts to tell me until a month after. And you wonder why I’m mad?’’ you shout.
‘’I told you I was sorry! And don’t go playing the victim. A month later you already had a new boyfriend, as if nothing had happened between us’’ he says, getting closer to you.
‘’Are you jealous?’’ you ask, a harsh laugh leaving your mouth. ‘’You know what? I love him. He has done nothing to me but love me, not like you.’’
‘’Don’t act as if you didn’t love me anymore. We dated for years, [Y/N]. You can’t just forget about that.’’
‘’Oh, watch me, because I can and I will. I don’t love you anymore. I do not even like you. I just feel disgusted when I look at you, so leave my room before I have to kick you out myself.’’
‘’Please, [Y/N]. I’m sorry’’ he says, a begging look in his eyes.
‘’I said leave. And do it now’’ you tell him, turning around and not letting out a breath until you hear the door close.
Some things are better gone.

Would anyone read either of these fics if I made them?:

1. Dancing - Hips Don’t Lie AU where she impresses Amelie with her dancing skills and things go from there. ((I’ve actually already have the full chapter summarized and ready to be elaborated so if you’re interested…))

2. Model AU - I have three ideas for this one.

Sorta* 3. ((I have one more *but I gotta ask the artist if I can use the event that happens in their piece. So its an idk right now. Also it’s a bit dark and angsty but hopefully i’ll be nice and make a happy ending. No abuse between Widow and Tracer no worries. Just flashes of when Amelie was brainwashed and such.))