now you take it


└ Sakumoto in the house in a fortnight~~

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And it’s obvious this bonus has to be included cos… Bussan bullying Bambi…

The Fisher’s Lure - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Bleeding Credits

Feeling came back to Reyes’ body slowly, like dew condensing on his skin. He tried to clear his throat, but his muscles had other ideas; all he managed was a quiet groan. The sound was broken and breathy, like running water over coals. His lips felt puffy and his eyes were dry. He rolled over onto his side, stretching limbs that screamed in protest and a spine that could have been moulded from plaster. His arm no longer hurt, though. That was nice.

“Ugh. What did your doctor give me?”

There was no response. He twisted his neck to look over his shoulder, but Sara was nowhere to be found. He was alone on the bed in his cramped mountainside apartment, though the darkness made it hard to tell; twisted up in the dusty sheets like he planned on being mummified. Someone must have dragged him up here - and now that he thought about it, there was no way it could have been Sara. It would have been too risky.

Whoever it was had left him in full armour - a relief, if Nakmor Drack was who he had to thank for his transportation. The leather creaked as Reyes pushed himself up onto his elbows, fumbling around for the light switch. The slatted blinds covering the window opposite the bed let a few horizontal strips of neon light leak in, but the room was otherwise dark. He’d only stayed in this place a handful of times since he acquired it, and he wasn’t thrilled by the idea of stumbling into the furniture. When the clicking fluorescents filled the room with their anaemic light, Reyes was reminded why he rarely returned. He hauled himself upright, though his head spun a little, feet stinging as he crossed the cold floor.

He found his boots by the entrance to the other room. His shoulder muscles burned when he bent to pull them on. The events of the day were slowly trickling back, and he could have mapped his heart rate with the progress of his sluggish thoughts. Attack, capture, resistance. Sara. Sara. Sara. He remembered falling asleep on her shoulder.

There were only two rooms in this place, and the second was as silent as the first. It wasn’t as dark, though, because someone had raised the hanging end of the blinds in here. The resulting beam of pink-purple-blue sliced the space almost in half. There was a woman sitting on the couch, illuminated from the neck down. She was staring out through the half-bared window, mesmerized by the play of lights below.

She turned around when she heard Reyes enter, and he caught a glimpse of an asari scalp crest. “Good morning,” Lexi said pleasantly. “Or maybe I should say good evening. How are you feeling?”

Reyes smiled at her, though his face still felt like it was made of plasticine. “Like a new man,” he said - and it wasn’t entirely a lie.

Liressa and Agatus were dead, along with the human outlaw he’d put down outside the safe house. By now, he knew better than to trust appearances, because neither appearances nor luck had done him any favours lately - but he suspected the danger was over.

No. He knew it was over, even if he still planned to confirm. Reyes was safe. Sara was safe. They would still need to be discreet, but they didn’t need to fear. They could leave this break-neck pace in the past and work everything else out slowly. Even the thought made him feel a little strange, like his thoughts were coded in an alien language. Slowly.

Lexi smiled. Reyes couldn’t make out her eyes, but her expression seemed a little strained. “And your forearm? Is there any pain?”


“Sara -” She paused as if reconsidering her words. “The Pathfinder mentioned you were wounded a few days earlier. She asked me to check your progress before I leave.”

Reyes shrugged. He found it a little strange that she was using Sara’s title, but perhaps she liked to maintain a professional distance. There was no harm in it. He turned his back on her while he peeled away enough leather to give her access to the wound on his upper arm - or what used to be the wound, at any rate. It didn’t hurt anymore, but he could feel the hardened medi-gel clinging to his skin.

“Where’s Sara?” he asked as he shucked his jacket.

“On the Tempest,” Lexi replied. Why did she sound so careful?

“Is she okay?” His bicep finally bared, Reyes turned around and held it out an angle the doctor could work with - but she looked like she wanted to jump out the window.

“Yes, of course. She’s taking the opportunity to rest.”

She used her omni-tool to slice through the old bandage, then held the tool to his arm while some silent frequency jostled the layer of gel. Reyes might have squirmed away - it tickled - but something about the way she spoke made him nervous. She wasn’t telling him everything.

She manipulated the muscle, digging her fingers into his flesh. “Any pain?” Reyes shook his head. “Good. You can wash the remaining gel off the next time you shower.” She gestured to the bandage that covered him from the elbow down. “This should stay wrapped for another three days, but make sure you change the bandage every night. I’ve left some gauze in your room. Once you’re ready, you can destabilize the gel with the frequency I’ve transferred to your omni-tool.”

Reyes worked his arm up, down and around, testing his range of movement. It should have been satisfying - but it wasn’t. “There’s something wrong, isn’t there?”

Lexi was quite clearly holding back a sigh. “I’m not the right person to talk to,” she said quickly. Apparently satisfied that Reyes was in good health, she hurried over to the door, snatching up her bag from the rickety table as she went. “I’m going back to the Tempest.”

“And I should give you a call if it gets worse, right?”

“No.” She paused in the doorway, stripes of neon framing her in a flickering cage of light. “I suspect we’re leaving soon.”

Then she was gone - and the light was branded on the inside of Reyes’ eyelids.

Reyes was confused. Leaving his jacket and chest guard on the floor, he stumbled into the bedroom and heaved open the crate he’d stashed in the corner. It stirred up a cloud of dust - and maybe a bit of mould. He covered his mouth with his forearm, coughing helplessly as he fumbled through the contents.

I suspect we’re leaving soon. What the hell did that mean?

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Anonymous said : “you should draw eto! If you feel like it. I LOVE your art and i would frame it on my wall if I could. I hope you have a nice day! :)

Eto with short hair for you ! ! (And wah thank you..♡!!!)


He gotta give him that air you know


10-Heart Pop-Art Eligibles

So here it is, all in one place. Thank you all, it’s been fun!

If you’d like, check out the previous 10-Heart Pop-Art posts or some of my other personal work.


HOLY MOLY 4000 FOLLOWERS!?!?! I’m amazed! I’m astounded!! I’m shocked!!! I’m crying, I’m so happy right now! Thank you so much for all the continuous support! I’m going to be taking a little break from tumblr for awhile for spring break to finish a lot of project I have rn, but as soon as I’m done I’ll come back and post all the goodies I’ve been working on! Thank you so much again babes! Please enjoy some Big brother Percy


This is probably one of the best Klance MV’s I’ve seen yet, and I’ve seen plenty. Like kudos to Marcia for making this wonderful piece of artwork. I hope it’s ok that I post this here @m-arci-a  

I just want to look at it everyday and cry.


Than any boy you’ll ever meet 

Sweetie you had me

  • someone on tungle.hell: don't use queer it's a slur!
  • queer theorists, activists, and academics: well, i guess it's official. pack up your bags, folks. some kids on social media decided that all of our years of hard work reclaiming queer for ourselves didn't actually happen, so now we gotta give it back to the Straights

Imagine you just started your shift at Talc Opal and a giant yellow woman reaches her hand through the drive-thru window and grabs fifty Cool Ranch® Doritos® Locos Tacos


Thank you all for the support! I am sorry for filling everyone’s dashboards with my replies. I wanted all to have their answers and thanks! 

And don’t worry, Hanzo will deal with Jesse.


#in which Kara likes to use her secret weapon now and poor Mon-El couldn’t stand a chance


remember the white dress i wore all through that film? george came up to me the first day of filming, took one look at the dress and said: “you can’t wear a bra under that dress.”

“ok, i’ll bite,” i said. “why?” and he said: “because… there’s no underwear in space.”

he said it with such conviction. like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties anywhere.

he explained. “you go into space and you become weightless. then your body expands but your bra doesn’t, so you get strangled by your own underwear.”

i think that this would make for a fantastic obituary. i tell my younger friends that no matter how i go, i want it reported that i drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

rest in peace, carrie fisher (october 21st, 1956 - december 27th, 2016)