Here ya go for those wanting some fluff after this last episode AND A CERTAIN FEW PEOPLE added angst afterwards. These are mostly fluffy. I was going to make this list longer, but I think we need anything we can get right now. Sorry they are a bit messy.
Cat zoning out and noticing how fast Kara is typing and thinking about other things that can be done with fast fingers
An alien device turns Kara into a puppy because of reasons. Cat goes over to Kara’s apartment to ask exactly why she has called in sick for a week straight, Hank shapeshifted to replicate her voice, when she never gets sick. What she was not expecting was to find Kara’s sister opening the door and for a small puppy to come rushing out and running circles around her.
Kara one day having to quickly change back into her work clothes and she is regretting having worn those tight pants but she can hear Cat calling her so she rushes getting her clothes on over her suit. Cat noticing the weird crease under Kara’s pants where Kara didn’t get the skirt on her suit evened out just right but Cat not being able to comment because she can’t just come out and say she was staring at her ass.
Cat and Kara are just doing a regular business run, and it’s just the two of them walking back to the car or something, and some idiot comes up and tries to rob Cat and Kara just fucking DEMOLISHES him, then readjusts her glasses is like “ok, ready to go Miss Grant?”
Kara rescues a cat. She ends up keeping it. Fast-forward to Cat having to go over to Kara’s apartment for some reason and asks Kara what the cat’s name is. Kara has to sheepishly reply “Grant.”
Kara modeled a bit in college to help pay for tuition. Cat ends up finding one of the photos, something like this, and demands for all the photos from Kara to “see if she has any potential”
Catco hosting some kind of charity for animal adoption and Cat not being able to handle this new image of Kara surrounded by puppies. And Kara cannot for the life of her figure out why Cat’s heart is racing. “Miss Grant, are you afraid of dogs? You seem tense.”
This didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted it, but I’ll take it.
So this is Patchwork!Sans, I just call him Patch. I saw him on Comyet’s blog and wanted to draw him, because I must draw ALL the sanses. Though I only saw a sketch, so I just kinda came up with the colors. (I apologize in advance if the creator HAS made a color scheme for him and I missed it.)
Everything you wanted to know about Goliath, the Bull Who Thinks he’s a Dog
Goliath the calf achieved internet fame when one of his humans posted pictures of him acting like a dog–eating dog food, sitting on a couch, and even thinking that a Great Dane is his mother. I visited Goliath and interviewed Christine Hubbs to get the background about the cute black-and-white, four-month-old Holstein. Christine works at her husband’s dental office, where they are three-and-a-half days a week, “and the rest of the time [they]’re cowboys.”
Strange Biology: How did you get Goliath?
Christine Hubbs: What they do on the milk farms where we got him, when they have a boy, they just send them right to slaughter, because they don’t need the boys, they only want the girls. So he was super sick when we got him, because they didn’t take care of him. They thought they were just going to kill him. He was so sick and dehydrated, and we had to have my vet come over twice and he almost died, and we were crying. And finally he perked up, and then Leo, the dog, took to mothering him, even though he’s a boy. He would lick him, and nudge him, and finally he was big enough to play and they would play all day long.
Tell me about the picture with Goliath on the couch.
Yosh! Since you want a one shot, how about NaLu (as the pairing) and a New Year's Kiss? ^^
Summary=He’ll show her that even in a snowy day, magic van be found. [Nalu Fluff AU]
A really fluffy Nalu one-shot that didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted, but I hope you still like and enjoy it :3
Kiss Me At A Fireworks Show
Lucy cursed. Lately, she’d been doing that way more than a lady, or any person in general, should. But she couldn’t help it, as her boots buried into the icy snow and made her all the slower as she walked. Her friends were waiting for her at the entrance of the festival, and she was around twenty minutes late, all because of the snow.
To say the least, she wasn’t saying goodbye to this year with a happy grin.
Her phone started to vibrate in her pocket yet again. She already knew it was Natsu -he’d called her around fifteen times so far, urging her to hurry up because he was freezing and starving. And she had enough. Besides, she was only a few meters away.
She kept walking, relaxing when she saw the lights of the shining festival and she heard the pullulate of an endless maze of people. And right there, she saw her group of friends waiting for her. At least, they didn’t look mad.
Gray was trying to ignore an excited Juvia, though his efforts were meaningless when he was wearing the scarf she gave him for Christmas. Gajeel was making fun of Levy’s height, as always. Jellal was holding Erza’s hand and they were acting like a lovesick couple.
My gay sons. Not exactly happy with how Fushimi turned out but at this point, it can’t be fixed. He was really hard to paint since he wears a lot of blue and so he blends in with the blue bg. I wanted the colors to match their clan but ahhhhh… Fushimi was difficult
Oh man. I'd definitely love something fluffy and adorable for Iwaizumi and Kuroo. Maybe like a cute date or something. Ugh, I just want to read about my baes. Thanks!
Ah well of course! Fluff is pretty much my ultimate weakness. You said dates and maybe these aren’t exactly dates but I hope you enjoy? Ugh morning fluff gets me every time
Iwaizumi took a slow, long sip of his coffee, peering at his s/o over the rim of the mug. This waking up to them every morning was still sort of surreal to him, but here they were, hands drawn back into the sleeves of his stolen sweatshirt (”It’s just so comfy! You’ve got ten more just like it anyway.”) and clutching their own mug, watching the cream billow and cloud through the coffee.
He wondered for probably the thousandth time if they even knew how adorable they were. He felt the smile ease across his face, and before he could stop himself he reached out to tuck an unruly strand of hair behind their ear.
They looked up with a start at the sudden touch, but soon a sleepy smile had replaced the slight frown that had puckered their brow. “Hi.” They murmured, reaching up to catch his hand before he could draw it back. They curled their fingers around his and he gave their hand a squeeze.
“Hi.” He returned with a hint of laughter coloring his tone. “Finally waking up, hm?” He’d learned by now that they were usually in a half-trance until they’d had at least half of their coffee or a warm shower. They only nodded in response, lifting the mug to their lips to take another sip. Suddenly and for no apparent reason, he was feeling incredibly lucky.
“It’s crazy.” He mused, making them look up again with a questioning frown. “You know, seven months ago I was trying to figure out how to say hello to you.” Their soft chuckle broke through, and he paused to take in the sound. “But now you’re having breakfast in my sweatshirt and I’m sitting across the table from you.”
“Hajime…” As it turned out, they were at a loss for words, but the soft look that had overtaken their face was response enough. “I love you, you know that?” They reached for his hand again and gave it a squeeze.
“Well, I love you, so I guess we’re even.” He leaned across the table to press a quick kiss to their lips, and they tasted like mornings and coffee and unadulterated happiness.
Kuroo’s s/o flipped a few pages further ahead in their book, heaving a sigh as the words began to swim before their eyes. Could assigned reading be any more dry? They glanced up at their boyfriend, but he was so engrossed in calculus that he didn’t even realize they were watching him. The only sound in the room was the scratching of his pencil on the page.
“I’m bored.” They finally broke the silence. “I can’t read this anymore.” They dropped the book to the couch beside them and he sat up a little straighter from his sprawled position on the floor, arching his back until it cracked with a pop.
“You’ve got to, babe. See, this is why you shouldn’t have waited so long to start.” He picked up the book and settled down beside them, holding it out for them to take.
They huffed out another sigh and leaned against him, trying to make their tone as piteous as possible. “Maybe you could read it to me?” They widened their eyes pleadingly, pushing the book back in his direction. “Maybe it’ll be more interesting in your voice.”
He held the book up and eyed the cover. “I doubt anyone’s voice could make The Scarlet Letter any less of a drag. I had to read it last year, remember?”
“You could try.” They insisted. “Please?” He knew as well as they did that it didn’t take much more than a pout of their lips for him to relent, and a triumphant grin spread across their face when he opened the book with a sigh.
“Where’d you let off?” They flipped to the right page and jabbed silently at the spot, and after a soft humph he started to read. Soon their position against his shoulder became more and more uncomfortable, and they shifted until finally their head was resting in their lap. “What are you doing?” He paused in his reading long enough to ask, lifting the book so he could frown down at them.
“Getting comfy.” They hummed up at him. “You can keep going.” He rolled his eyes, but soon picked up where he’d left off. They let their eyes slide closed, the warmth of his body and the low rumble of his voice quickly making them drowsy. It wasn’t long before they’d begun to drift off.
“Okay, I think that’s enough. You’ve just got two chapters to read tomorrow.” When they didn’t respond, he looked down at them, stifling a sigh when he found them fast asleep. “Of course.” He whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair off their forehead. “How dare you fall asleep when I’m reading to you?” He demanded softly. A soft snore was his answer. He leaned down, carefully pressing a kiss to their forehead.
“You’re lucky you’re so adorable.”
I walked into the master bedroom and stopped in the doorway when I saw Justin walking back and forth, emptying every drawers that contained his belongings and shoved them in his suitcase. I gently caressed my small baby bump with my right hand hand, trying to remain calm.
“Justin?” I whispered. Justin turned around to face me and looked at me with a look of heartache and sandess. Without saying a word he went back to packing his stuff. “W-What are you doing?” I stuttered my words, I didn’t want to believe it but in my heart I knew exactly what he was doing.
“I can’t do this anymore (Your Name)”.
Two months, that’s how long it’s been since I found out I was pregnant. It happened after one night of intimacy in New York while Justin and I were on vacation in Paris. Of course it wasn’t planned, we’re still too young to even think about starting a family, but it happened and we had made the decision that we were gonna get through it together and be the best parents that we could be, or so I thought.
“What do you mean?” I slowly walked towards him and put my palm on his back. I could hear Justin sigh deeply as he turned back around to face me. “This isn’t going to work out” he breathed. Still caressing my stomach gently, my left hand dangled at my side. “What’s not going to work out?” I could feel my eyes beginning to burn from the tears that were soon to fall.
“This. Us. Our relationship” the tone in his voice was so cold and sharp. “Justin we can work this out, what about our baby?” My voice grew angry but deep down I was being torn apart.
“(Your Name) we’re twenty-one, we’re too young for children, I have my career, I don’t have time to take care of a kid” he turned around and zipped up his suitcase and carried it over his shoulder. “Goodbye (Your Name)” he walked past me, gently brushing off my shoulder. He didn’t kiss my goodbye, he didn’t tell me he loved me, nothing.
I followed behind him down the staircase. Just as he was about the walk out the front door I screamed. “Did you ever even love me? Did the last four years mean anything to you” I felt my chest tighten as the tears streamed down my face. Justin turned around to face me.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t love you anymore” he admitted with no remorse, no sympathy, no guilt and walked out the door, leaving me completely shattered. I wanted to scream and shout but no words were coming out.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t love you anymore”
I tried so hard to comprehend what just happened. The love of my life for more than four years just walked out on not only me but our unborn baby. I now had to face the reality that I was going to be a single parent and have to take care of this child all on my own.
I suddenly felt my legs becoming weak and the room began spinning. It almost became like I was lost in some sort of trance Pressing my back against the wall I slid down onto the floor, hiding my face in my hands and began sobbing uncontrollably.
“How could he do this” I screamed, though there was no one else in the house, I screamed over and over again.
My eyes opened wide at the feeling of someone shaking my shoulder. My cheeks were stained in tears and I was breathing heavily. I quickly realized I was back in the bedroom that Justin and I once shared. The room was dark, the only light visible was the light shining from the moon though the large window.
Third Person Point of View.
“Baby?” (Your Name) heard a familiar voice behind her but she didn’t budge, she was still in shock and frightened. She suddenly felt someone hovering over her, she saw an arm completely covered in tattoos wrap around she, the hand rested flat on the mattress. Once she began to calm down she turned her body slightly to the left and looked up and saw Justin’s face looking down on her. He had a look of complete worry on his face.
“What is it baby?” he whispered, gently brushing away the loose strands of hair the fell in front of her face. Justin noticed fresh tears streaming down her face and quickly became concerned. “Don’t cry baby girl, I’m here, talk to me”.
“I-I had a nightmare” (Your Name) stuttered, realizing that everything that had just happened wasn’t real, Justin didn’t leave her, he was laying beside her, he never walked out on her and the baby, it was nothing more than a bad dream. She grabbed Justin’s hand that was pressed down on top of the white bed sheets and held it tightly in hers, making sure that he was real and wouldn’t suddenly disappear again.
“Shh baby whatever it was it wasn’t real, it was just a bad dream” Justin said calmly. She turned her body so she was now laying on her back. Justin was laying on his side, holding himself up on his elbow. “You left me, you didn’t want our baby and you didn’t love me anymore, it was so real” (Your Name) whimpered while wiping away the tears with the back of her hand.
Justin’s Point of View.
My heart broke once I knew the reason for (Your Name)’s tears. She had a dream about me walking out on her and our baby, I would never in a million years do that to her, I’m not that kind of guy.
I know (Your Name) and I are still young but it takes two to make a baby and I’m never going to give up on her, on us. The day she told me I was going to be a father, I’ll admit I was terrified, but there isn’t another woman in this world that I would rather have carry my child. I love (Your Name) and this baby with all my entire heart and soul and will do absolutely anything for them.
“I would never leave you darling, or our baby, never in a million years. I love you with everything in me. I made a promise to you that we were going to get through this together and be the best parents we can. This little one is going to have all the love waiting for them right here, I promise”. I told her, resting my hand on her stomach, feeling our unborn child.
(Your Name) quietly whimpered as her arm reached around my neck and pulling me down and hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around her and held her like my life depended on it. I gently rocked her side to side as she began to relax in my arms.
Sliding my right arm under her neck as she laid her head back down on the pillow, I wrapped my left arm around her from behind, my hand gently caressing her tiny bump, I couldn’t help but smile to myself, in a few months we’ll finally have our baby. The thought of becoming a dad melts my heart every time I think about it.
“Go back to sleep princess, and try not to stress, it’s not healthy for you or the baby, I’m right here okay? and I’m not going anywhere” I whispered before gently pecking the back of her neck. “I love you” (Your Name), her voice was so little I could tell that she was exhausted.
She rested her hand on top of mine that was still on her stomach. I closed my eyes and began to fall asleep with a big smile on my face, I had everything I could ever want laying right next to me, I had my beautiful girlfriend who was carrying our precious little angel, there’s no way I’m ever going to let go.
Hope you enjoyed ♡♡ Thank you so much for reading, xoxo.
I still can’t believe I went into TFA, came out with feelings about the new characters, which turned into feelings about the OT/legacy characters, but then somehow wound up being in PT hell. Wtf, how did that even happen?
(I know exactly how it happened: You can meta all you want about Ben Solo and I will nod along, but we don’t really have that much to work with yet that’s actually canon, but we do have a ton on Anakin and just what happened to him, so between the chemistry I see with Obi-Wan and Padme as well as some really stellar tie-in canon, then adding in all the fanart that’s either hilarious or heartbreaking and, well, I am.)
(It’s a little facepalm inducing at how fast I went from shipping only Anakin/Padme to shipping Obi-Wan/Anakin and Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padme with the FIERY INTENSITY OF THE SUN, though. orz)
One more picture of one of the walnut desks before it is installed this week! Then I will flood you with even more pictures because I love how this desk turned out and now I want one for myself! The built-in filing cabinet drawers are exactly what I need to whip my office into shape. #atx #austin#texas #shopsmall (at Austin, Texas)
Skip to year and a half later. I’d been done with birds for a while as a subject. But I was just starting to date someone who enjoyed my art and expressed appreciation for the birds paintings in particular. It turned out her favorite bird was the chickadee. And so I made this for her.
After so long, I didn’t want to just pick up the same tools for the same thing exactly. So this is made on a scrap cedar shingle and features woodburning as the “inked” lines along the edges of the objects. This is not a new technique for me, but one I haven’t used in a while. So bringing it back for this purpose was fun, I also wanted to know how the cedar wood would smell while making the marks. And it was very nice.
The wood surface was scuffed in a highly visible way that I appreciated. If you can paint on cedar wood shingles. I recommend it.
You may note that I did not presume to depict a couple; I do learn from some of my mistakes.
“My gardening secrets? Well, let’s just say I use only the best fertilizer.”
Creepy gardener Woodland Uni. The fertilizer is dead bodies. This didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted it, but it was the best I could do. mmmm look at that glitchy gown. At least the character concept is there.
BB8 cake my friend and I made veeeeeery last minute for a friend’s birthday. Didn’t turn out exactly how we wanted, but it’s totally adorable and I think we did well for the crazy time crunch we were on!
I've got a question!: I'm about to have my first date with an SD in a few days. I would like to know exactly how to discuss allowances and the terms of the arrangement in a way that would not be considered illegal in case he turns out to be a cop. He's already asked me over text how much I would need to "be happy and comfortable" and he said he "loves to spoil and pamper" but I want to take as many precautions as I can just in case. So how do you go about having these conversations with an SD?
This sort of depends on where you live…. Your experiences… And your personality I suppose. You can never be too careful but it’s not worth being so vague as to not get the allowance you deserve.
You could perhaps use lines like “the past men I’ve seen tended to spoil me with around $XXXX to help with my expenses and lifestyle as well as bringing me gifts every now and then.”
Perhaps someone with more experienced can help on this topic more.