oh my god look i made a thing

LISTEN UP

THIS. THIS IS FUCKING EMBARRASSING. I AM LITERALLY SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED SOMEONE IN THIS FANDOM WOULD GO AND DO THIS TO AN ARTIST. 

THEIR NAME IS JAKI, AND JUST CAUSE YOU CAN’T FUCKING SPELL RIGHT DOESN’T MEAN YOU ATTACK THEM. Oh my god, I cannot believe I am having to make a post like this right now.

Not only have YOU made yourself look like an asshole for saying their art is mediocre (which it isn’t. I went and looked, since this was one of tumblr’s ‘in orbit’ posts mobile does, and it’s rally fucking good.), you made this fandom look like a bunch of shit bags like yourself!! You messaged them a few times before asking how to blacklist things, and then do this??? What kind of dirt-bag are you? Because of you, there are people who are starting to say we are all like this, because that’s how people work when someone like you does something ASSHOLE-ISH for a whole fandom. 

I am appalled. Disgusted. EMBARRASSED by your actions. I am embarrassed that you thought it’d be okay to do this and then paint the rest of us like that because you are being a dick about someone’s ART STYLE.

If you did this, and you’re reading and following me: Hit that fucking unfollow button. I don’t want you near or around my content. Even better, if you did this, message me off anon so I can block you my damn self. This is rude and inexplicably angering.

So, “also fuck you” anon :) ! 

I have left out the person’s url so that all of you don’t go flooding said person (cause it would happen lbr), and or don’t go to try and defend this anon for doing this (though I don’t see that happening at all, the world is a surprise + the last discourse I never thought would happen in kkc).

drastic-schmastic  asked:

I love how you capture moments of captivating expressions in your art. I don't think any of your art is "generic", as they each tell a story of their own kind. Thank you for sharing your work with us. Getting to look at your art on my dash made my day :)

oh my god im????/ this is one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said about my art im cryin???? thank you so much ohmy GOD i’m tearin up

anonymous asked:

The upsetting thing about the whole 'I was gritting my teeth because his bitch of a kid was loud' scene with Wrath made me sad though because he has his own kid and appears to be a loving father towards him. It's kinda sad when you think, oh god, what happens when Selim finds out his dad is a homunculus. I mean he wants to work under his father as a state alchemist and this kid is like a nine year old so he has no clue what's going on. :(

yeah, i’m not looking forward to that at aaaaallllllllll

The Most Beautiful Man In The World, Who Lives In My Building And Only Ever Sees Me When I Look Disgusting

The Most Beautiful Man In The World lives in my building. i don’t know his name. we met on a bus, when i smiled WAY too brightly at him for strangers because, honest to god, my whole heart lit up in a way that made me think, “oh, i must know that guy!!” no. i didn’t. he’s just The Most Beautiful Man In The World.

what does The Most Beautiful Man In The World look like? i will tell you:

  • like the way the sun spills over water at dusk
  • like the way food smells when you’re hungry
  • like the sound angels make when they’re doing folk covers of pop songs on their heavenly harps
  • and also kind of like the guy who played Chad in “high school musical,” if the guy who played Chad in “high school musical” was the most beautiful man in the world.

i tell you this not only to brag that i live in the same apartment complex as The Most Beautiful Man In The World but also because i want to know WHY, if there even IS A GOD, every single time i run into The Most Beautiful Man In The World i look like a LITERAL DUMPSTER TROLL that has just CRAWLED OUT OF ITS GARBAGE HOUSE in search of FREE WIFI AND A SLURPEE. i want to know why i can never just BE COOL with The Most Beautiful Man In The World when we ride the elevator together, which is!!!! kind of often!!!!!

DID YOU GUYS KNOW that sometimes i look nice?? sometimes i actually look like a FUNCTIONING ADULT!!! sometimes i would go so far as to say i am an ATTRACTIVE INDIVIDUAL!!!!! 

you know who DOESN’T know any of that???

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN IN THE WORLD, WHO LIVES IN MY BUILDING!!!

here’s a quick rundown of the last few times i ran into The Most Beautiful Man In The World:

  • i was wearing a maxi dress i had very cleverly biked home in, without a helmet* (*don’t try that at home, kids), in the VERY HOT AFTERNOON SUN, so i was a GROSS SWEAT MONSTER but without any OBVIOUS INDICATOR that there was a normal reason for it, and i couldn’t stand to look at him so i just glared at my phone while he probably wondered, alarmed, whether i was fleeing the scene of a crime
  • i was wearing a white shirt that i had not SECONDS before spilled salsa ALL OVER in a big red stain right down the front like a KINDERGARTNER
  • i was carrying two armfuls of ENORMOUS bags of popcorn with a three musketeers bar literally in my mouth and he overheard me say through my stuffed candy cheeks to my doorman, “oh, no, i’m not having a party, this is literally all for me”
  • i dropped my backpack while opening my mail and said to it, defeatedly, “why? why did you do that when i explicitly told you not to? do you like being on the floor?” 
  • i fell into and then off of the elevator

why??? why does this happen??? what vengeful god has orchestrated it so the ONLY TIMES i ever run into The Most Beautiful Man In The World are when i could easily be mistaken for a child’s doll that has been put through the wash by accident, or a dollar bill that has been stained by years of being in people’s sweaty palms, or a mop with eyes???

whatever. everything costs money and everyone you love disappoints you. Mop Eyes out.

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BBC Sherlock Instagram AU. AU in that any of them are any good at Instagram.

Things I Learned From Shadowhunters o2.o7:

o1. i’m getting significant voldemort vibes from valentine.
o2. FATTY TUNA IS DEGRADING
o3. Simon is the cutest thing in the world and he needs to be protected at all costs. (Preferably by Raphael?)
o4. OH GOD PLEASE JOIN THEM. I AM SO OKAY WITH ALEC WALKING IN ON JACE HAVING SEX.
o5. Alec being too embarrassed to look at Jace is such quality content. Bless you, Shadowhunters.
o6. DID CLIZZY JUST BREAK UP.
o7. I am so turned on by Magnus holy shit.
o8. MY FRIEND JEM IT’S FINE I’M FINE.
09. Luke just looking at his sister as she bleeds out on the floor made me laugh so hard. Am I a bad person?
1o. 23 minutes in and still no Raphael. Why am I watching this show again?
11. WILL YOU BE MY OBI WAN?
12. I question Clary’s life choices frequently.
13. I take it back, that was smart, Clary.
14. DAZZLE ME.
15. Simon’s mind is so blown oh my God, I need more scenes with Simon and Jace.
16. Alec: I don’t overthink things. Also Alec: Overthinks overthinking.
17. okay but the way alec is cluching magnus’ shirt right now excuse me i’m dying
18. that pout though.
19. JACE THREATENING MAGNUS. THIS IS GOOD SHIT.
2o. OH GOD GET OFF THE ROOF ALEC THIS IS NOT GOOD SHIT.

Jane the Virgin  {Sentence Starters}

  • “You need to toughen up.”
  • “Here. Have some concealer.”
  • “Oh, god. I must look like a mess right now.”
  • “It’s the first thing, actually, that’s truly mine.”
  • “I do feel better knowing you’ve suffered a little.”
  • “How dare you pretend you don’t know my name!”
  • “You have absolutely no idea the lengths I’ll go to.”
  • “This isn’t about guilt. It’s because you’re too soft.”
  • “I made it, and now you’re trying to take it all away.”
  • “Who the hell goes to prison and comes out softer?”
  • “I’m not even comfortable having this conversation.”
  • “See, I don’t even know how to talk to you anymore.”
  • “I thought I could. Or maybe that I should. But I can’t.”
  • “Something is definitely wrong. God, this is frustrating.”
  • “This is what the kids are wearing. I need to stay relevant.”
  • “Not a physical boner. An emotional one. An ‘emoner’ if you will.”
  • “I just want to stay up here with you. I don’t want to go back down.”
  • “Life is full of tough moments, you have to fight for what you want.”
  • “You’re always so sure you’re right. Well you’re not. Not about this.”
  • “Don’t worry, I believe in you almost as much as I believe in myself!”
  • “It will always feel different. You’ll always feel different, but you will be okay.”
  • “I don’t like to use the term ‘triple threat’, because it suggests that I’m limited to only three skills.”
  • “I have this feeling in my chest. It feels kind of warm, but also it wants to explode or something.”
  • “Free publicity is not worth being named one of Buzzfeed’s ‘Ten Most Notorious Reality Show Villains’.”

nicky-brian-blake  asked:

22) Johnlock. Break me.

things you said after it was over


“Is… is… are you-”

“Sherlock. It’s okay.”

“It’s… is it?”

“Sherlock, look at me.”

“You-John-”

“Steady breaths. Good. You okay?”

“You- you could have died.”

“Haven’t. Didn’t.”

“How- how can you just-John-”

“Because, we’ve made it. Sherlock, can’t y- don’t you… we’re here and we’re living and it’s going to be fine. Really. More than fine.”

“Y-yes?”

“Yes.”

“You’re here.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m here.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my-”

“Sherlock?”

“For God’s sake, stop just standing there and kiss me.


Doing johnlock (& now hoopkins too <3) prompts from this lovely list even though I’ve got loads of other prompts to fill lmao sorry but these are so lovely for more inspiration <3

Numbers filled (johnlock): 6; 31; 12; 11; 60; 8; 51; 34; 54; 60x2; 3; 14; 42; 60x3; 22

Numbers filled (hoopkins): 14; 25; 41; 9

OMG OMG OMG

I

AM

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EMOTIONAL!!!!

AMY AND TY HAD A BABY GIRL!!!  LIKE, I WANTED THEM TO HAVE A BABY GIRL, BUT I COULD HAVE SWORN IT WAS GOING TO BE A BOY, BUT IT WAS A GIRL, AND AHHHHHH THIS IS THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN ON ONE OF MY SHOWS IN A LOOOONG TIME!!!  ONE OF MY OTPS FINALLY HAD A BABY!!!!!  LOOK AT THEM!!!!  LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE BABY GIRL!!!!  I’M CRYING SO HARD RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD!!! 10 SEASONS AND IT ALL LEAD TO THIS!!!!! SOMEONE HOLD ME PLEASE!!!!

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you were doing a surgery with Mark Sloan and Jackson Avery, of course the rest of the surgeons were going to watch because of ‘educational reasons’ (they were really there to watch you because you were amazing)

“i hear Sloan and Avery made a bet on who can get Y/N on a date first.” Karev stated, looking down at the OR.

everyone began to laugh except Arizona, “do you think Y/N will go for it?” she asked, “i mean, they’re both… pretty determined when they set their minds to things.”

this time, everyone stopped laughing. Karev was the first to speak, “oh my god. you’re right. i need to go ask her out before they do.”

“Pff you?” Christina laughed, “im pretty sure Y/N has a thing for Cardio.”

*****
i dunno, everyone loves you! <3

Their Children

AKA: 5 Times Phil Coulson was Their Dad and 1 Time Melinda was Their Mom

Funny story: This entire fic actually stemmed off of a tweet Clark posted a few weeks ago. Someone had compared a photo of him to a photo of a $10 bill and he responded “What’s your name son?” in classic dad trying to be cool fashion. Thus this fic was born. I hope you guys enjoy cause I had a lot of fun writing this!

What’s Your Name, Son?

“Oh my God.” Phil can hear Daisy snickering from the common room, Elena is seated next to her. The speedster is leaning on her shoulder looking at something she had pulled up on her phone now giggling into her leader’s jacket. He takes a moment reminiscing in the sound of their bubbling laughter. It’s infectious really. Laughter was such a rare thing on base and to hear it so uninhibited made his heart swell a bit. Especially from Daisy, whose wide smiles were replaced with half sarcastic smirks. He spies May sipping a beer across from them. Elena seizes the laptop turning it towards May and he swears for half a second it looked like she was about to choke on her beer.

“Anybody wish to let me in on the joke?” He asks stepping into the room. As if almost automatic Melinda holds up the beer that had been settled by her side. She had grabbed it for him. He accepts the beer standing behind her.

“Hablando del diablo.” Elena laughs.

“You know I speak Spanish right?” Phil asks.

“Yes but it’s fun to watch Daisy try to figure out what I’m saying.” Elena jokes shoving Daisy with her elbow.

“I know what diablo means!” Daisy scoffs in protest.

“Only because you wanted your Twitter bio to be ‘Donald es el diablo naranja.’” This time it’s his turn to choke on his beer.

“Coulson thinks it’s funny!”

“I never said it wasn’t funny.” Elena teases.

“Well what were you two joking about?” He asks again.

“Oh!” Daisy turns her laptop showing it to him. On the laptop was a photo of him next to a photo of a ten dollar bill. “Maria sent me those two photos and I have to say the likeness is uncanny.” Daisy snickers.

Phil let’s out a small laugh. He has to say there is a certain resemblance. He can’t help himself, he has to make the joke. “What’ your name, son?” He says in a sing-song tone.

“What?” Daisy’s smile fades from her face as she stares at him.

“You know, the musical Hamilton. All about-”

“I know what Hamilton is Coulson.” Daisy interrupts. “The lyrics are ‘What’s your name, man’ not ‘What’s your name son’”

“No, I’m pretty sure I’m right.” He denies. His gratification in himself only lasts a few seconds before Elena has already pulled up the song playing the section of it. He let’s out a laugh shrugging slightly. “Oops.”

Melinda gets up suddenly leaving the room. He watches her go trying not to be sad at the change. Suddenly Daisy’s laptop makes a noise.

“Huh that’s weird.”

“Who is it from?” Elena asks.

“Says it’s anonymous.” Daisy’s back straightens ready to hack if necessary. Suddenly her face crumples as boisterous laughter escapes her throat. Elena looks over next joining in on the noise. He can’t help his curiosity walking to the back of the couch.

The photo was kind of blurry but it was obviously of his, his glasses perched on his nose. His pants were rolled up to his knees, wearing some graphic tee with bright red shoes. Sure enough it was a photo Melinda had snapped of him on a skateboard.

“May!” He shouts running after her.

The Bearer of Bad Jokes

‘Hey DC I was thinking-”

“I thought I smelled something burning.” Daisy freezes, a glare that scarily similar to May’s shadowing over her face. That’s when Phil had begun.

For months Phil began to terrorize the base with what Daisy referred to as “dad jokes”. He’d take the opportunity to snarkily reply whenever he got the chance. It had become his personal mission to get everyone on the base at least once.

“Fitz,” He calls over the scientist one day with a grim look on his face. They were surveying a cemetery for signs of an inhuman that frequented there visiting her family. “Do you know why I’m not allowed to be buried here?”

Alarm flashes over Fitz’s face. First concern, then mild curiosity, then slight fear. “No sir, why’s that?”

“Because I’m not dead yet.” Yet another one down. He’d fallen for it flawlessly.

Elena is next, cornered in a church after a mission. “Do you know how they make the holy water?” Phil asks suddenly.

“Sir it’s water.”

“They boil the hell out of it.” It was definitely worth getting shot with an ICER by Melinda for that one.

Mack was simply fixing up Melinda’s motorcycle one day when Phil advanced. “I had a dream that I was a muffler last night, you know.”

“Sir?” Mack looked startled and a little freaked out by the odd statement from the normally serious man.

“I woke up exhausted.”

The next came Jemma who sat back after eating a meal that he’d specially prepared for the team as a birthday celebration for Daisy. She sits back suddenly a hand on her stomach.

“I’m full.” She announces with a laugh. Everyone seems to freeze at once recognizing the sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

“No you’re Jemma. I’m full.” Everyone proceeded to groan and leave the room, the remaining two only being him and Melinda. His soft laughter is the only thing filling the silence. “Come on that was a good one.”

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

His Girls

Yet another undercover mission, Phil sighs to himself as he settles onto the park bench. It was an easy one today, just a stake out. Observe a suspected Inhuman and make deductions of whether or not they could be a potential danger to themselves and others. Even if they figured they were a danger, extraction wasn’t their mission today. Today they were to relax and would it really hurt anybody if they caught a ride or two?

Melinda sits across from him with her sunglasses covering her eyes from him. He knows she’s staring at the family just over his shoulder. The mother turned out to be an Inhuman after being caught on security tape with a random burst of powers. She hadn’t hurt anyone or caused chaos. Just a mere startling. It’s not clear if she’s even aware that she’s exhibited signs of her powers.

He takes a moment to observe Melinda. She’s wearing a flowery dress that barely brushes past her knees. Her hair is tied up into a ponytail and her makeup is light. She’s absolutely breathtaking.

Suddenly she tenses, it’s all in her frame. That’s the look she gets when she’s ready to fight. Phil spares a glance over his shoulder, the woman is leaning over a baby carrier cooing at the small human inside. Not even a sign of the sparks echoing from her fingers. He turns back to Melinda who continues to stare straight past him. His eyes fall on Daisy and Jemma this time. The two girls stand in line waiting for ice cream. They were all posing as a family on vacation, both girls were wearing blue jean shorts and loose fitting tanks. He could tell by their composure both girls were incredibly uncomfortable.

Finally he finds the victims of May’s death glare. There are two guys, one has arm wrapped around Jemma. God bless her, she’s smiling politely and doing her best to maintain cover. He can see the twitch of Daisy’s fingers. If they don’t leave soon Daisy will make them. Phil reaches over placing a hand on Melinda’s as a sign of “I’ll be right back.”

“… You can ditch them. It wouldn’t hurt anything. It looks like you could use someone who can show you a good time.” The taller one is leaning into Daisy now. He’s invading her space. “I think I could show you a good time, what do you say sweetheart?”

Phil clears his throat catching the attention of the four. Jemma’s eyes reveal her entirely. She’s unsure of what to do or say. “Dad?” She chokes out.

“This is the old man?” The one with his arm around Jemma scoffs. “Get out of here pops.” Phil offers his best fake grin. He reared back punching the man in the nose. He immediately releases Jemma and she scrambles over to Melinda. Daisy stomps on the other’s foot twisting his arm as soon as Jemma is out of reach.

“You’re lucky it was me and not my wife.” Phil growls at the boy. He’s holding his nose as it bleeds profusely. “If you come near my girls again I will be sure to let her handle you next time.” He nods to Daisy and she pushes his friend to the ground.

“Thanks Dad.” Daisy smiles nudging him playfully on the arm. His heart swells a bit in his chest. He knows it’s for their cover but it’s something she’s said low enough that only he can hear. He leans in placing a soft kiss on the side of her head.

“Anything for my girls.” He’s pretty sure he could get used to the sound of that.

His girls.

Friendly Competition

Phil purses his lips watching the two of them talking rather animatedly from just outside. Mace had been bonding with the agents much more since the whole LMD thing blew over. It seemed his new favorite buddy was Fitz. He nearly jumps when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

Stop being so jealous. You’re practically transparent.

Phil looked around but he was the only one in sight anywhere. Very funny Mel. Where are you?

He waits a beat before the phone buzzes again. Madrid. Got a lead on where Vijay could have disappeared to. Since the LMD thing we set monitors in the zephyr. Your face is as red as the bricks.

He feels his face flush even darker now. Of course Melinda can see right through him even when she’s hours away.

Go in there. Against his instinct he steps into the common room. He can almost feel May’s told-you-so smirk from here. God he really is transparent.

“Agent Coulson, good to see you.” He’s not sure why but Mace’s smarmy grin still burns a fire in his stomach. “I was just discussing with Agent Fitz some improvements that can be made to his lab.”

“Jemma and I’s lab actually… sir.” Fitz corrects offering a kind smile.

“Yes of course.”

“On the bus Fitzsimmons had their own private lab. They work most efficiently when together.” Coulson suggested. Out of the corner of his eye he swears he can see Fitz light up at the idea. “Keeping the separate isn’t beneficial to the team.”

“I think you of all people will understand, Phil, that there are plenty of good agents that work well within SHIELD. It simply isn’t efficient to have a small team of expert agents. We need to spread our assets as much as possible and equalize our training.”

“Yes but Fitzsimmons are an exception. They work exceptionally well alone but their difference together is incredible. If one can’t solve a problem they will find a way to talk the other through it.”

“Yes well-”

“Hello Fitz.” Phil hears Jemma greet.

“They’re doing it again.” He hears the young scientist mutter under his breath.

“Oh dear, another dad battle?”

“Another dad battle.”

“I will look into your suggestion Coulson. We’ll have a test trial and see if your statement holds true. If so, I will work on making a private sector for agents Fitz and Simmons personally.” Mace stands with an amicable smile, “Now if you excuse me.”

Phil watches him go with a sort of pride in his chest. He feels his phone buzz yet again.

Round: Phil. Victory dinner when we get back?

He smiles to himself shooting back a quick text. You bring the whiskey, I’ll order Thai?

Sounds like a deal to me.

Something Borrowed

Phil entered the office only to find Jemma and Fitz waiting for him. The sight was a tad unnerving.

“Why do I feel like I’ve been called to the principal’s office?” He jokes.

“Sir, as you know Fitz proposed about a month ago…” Jemma drones off.

“Yes and congratulations.” He smiles.

“Well originally we had planned on eloping to Ireland so that we can get the family together. I mean of course we still are but it’s a little inconvenient for an entire team of spies to all travel to Ireland for a wedding, and that places our family in harm and-”

“What Fitz is trying to say is we’re going to hold two weddings. One for our family in Ireland. One for our family here.” Jemma squeezes her fiancee’s hand as a sign of support.

“Yes. That’s right.”

“And you called me here because?” Coulson asks. “I’m not really one for wedding planning. Though I do make a mean cake.”

“Well, I proposed this to Fitz the other day. I was wondering for our wedding here… Would you walk me down the aisle?” Jemma asks biting her lower lip.

For a few seconds he swears his heart stops again. He would know after all, he’s experienced it before. He’d always wanted kids but never got the opportunity to have them. There were moments when he regretted not being able to teach his boy how to play baseball, teach his little girl how to dance, walk his daughter down the aisle… Now that he’s here it sort of dawns on him that he’s had this all along. Sure he missed out on their childhood but he’s just as much their father as the legal one.

“Well?” Fitz asks hopefully.

“I’d be honored to walk you down the aisle.” Jemma cheers throwing her arms around his neck. In the small sentimental moment, he swears he can hear her small voice against his shoulder.

“I love you Dad.”

A Mother’s Love

Elena was about a fraction away from pacing footsteps into the cement, that much Melinda could tell. Her hands were wringing together at super speed while she stayed pacing just slow enough for Melinda to be able to clearly tell the young woman’s outline. Something was obviously bothering her but she had no idea why she was here. The woman had obviously been waiting for her. It was 5 in the morning, just in time for her Tai Chi and Daisy was out of the country fetching a new inhuman.

“Elena?” The girl stops suddenly almost startled. The bags under her eyes are significant and Melinda almost wonders how long she’d been pacing in here. “What’s wrong?”

She hesitates and for a second Melinda is positive she’s about to run away. She opens her mouth and let’s out a small whisper, “I’m pregnant.”

Melinda freezes for contemplating how to move forwards with this new information. She places her water a towel on the bench and moves back towards her. “How far along are you?”

“About six weeks.” Elena breathes.

“Does anyone else know?”

“Just you and Simmons. She wants to do an ultrasound tomorrow to check on the baby.” Elena frowns.

“And Mack?” The look on her face is enough to give away her true motives behind this visit. “So that’s why you’re here.”

“He told me about what happened to Hope.” Her eyes fall to the ground. “I know you and Coulson know.”

“Records.” Melinda nods, “We’re required to know.”

“I don’t know how to tell him. He already lost one child and now-” Elena sucks in a breath her hands falling on her stomach protectively.

“You’re worried he’ll not want this child.”

“No.” Elena almost looks offended. “Just… What if something horrible happens?”

Melinda purses her lips at the thought. “Something terrible always happens. I swear to you we will do everything in our power to protect both of you.”

“What if they’re…”

“Inhuman?” Melinda asks. “Then we teach them as you and Daisy learned. This is a gift. Not a curse. So many people used their powers for bad over fear of themselves.” She states calmly. “He or she will have nothing to be afraid of.”

“And Hope?”

“He has to let the girl go.” Melinda smiles sadly. “Have faith in him.”

Quicker than she can react, Elena has her wrapped in a crushing hug. Hesitantly Melinda hugs the girl back. “Thank you May.”

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“Hey.” Phil snakes his arms around her waist from behind, kissing the back of her neck. “Have I ever told you how good you look in my shirts?” He purrs nipping lightly at the juncture of her neck. She was clad in nothing more than his shirt when she’d heard a small knock on the door in the middle of the night. “Why did you leave bed?” He buries his nose in her neck possessively.

Melinda had asked the same question herself when she’d come out. Her gun lays dormant on the table beside the door, in replacement she clutches a photo in her hand. The photo is blurry but she can trace the outline of the small baby.

Faith. The name was written in familiar handwriting on the back. It had been a few months since she’d talked to Elena about her situation. Now not only did she have a photo, but a name as well.

“Apparently we’re grandparents.” Melinda smiles showing him the photo.

“Faith?” Phil laughs lightly. “Mack has always been a sentimental man.”

Four and a half months later, Melinda sheds a tear for the first time in years as Faith Mira Mackenzie grips the tip of her finger in her tiny little fist.

so. they made a new german discworld essentials edition, with a new covers (which is good because the old ones are real bad)

and they are these manga-like ‘build a picture’ style, which i like

but. oh my god. look at that vimes


this isn’t samuel ‘worked the night-shift for 30 years, runs on coffee and spit, has probably not slept more than 3hours any given day’ vimes

this is the guy who played vimes in a murder-mystery play, ‘inspired by real events’. hammy acting, horrible script, ‘Clues’ everywhere, heroic fightscenes, big speaches. Vimes threatened to shut the whole thing down for slander.  Sybil probably got an autograph

windows 7 destruction starters

“ it’s magic ___ , it’s magic “
“ dude i couldn’t even carry that much money in my pockets “
“ oh my god, oh my sweet jesus “
“ i’m going to poop inside out “
“ it’s literally- oh
“ and advertisements, why “
“ i refuse to have your mustaches “
“ look at this infinite wall of things “
“ let’s close this down “
“ already did this nice ass koala “
“ look at this massive mouse “
“ ohh, oh man “
“ what is the worst offender “
“ it’s good for you! “
“ okey “
“ this doesnt look fishy at all “
“ mmm yes, get in me “
“ time to go to the internet, and see how we can fix this “
“ these are made up reviews, to make idiots think they’re safe”
“ that’s like getting an atomic bomb, and putting a sticker on it that says ‘steve didn’t get killed by this’ “
“ this thing has a voice? “
“ radical- no this isn’t the 80′s anymore “
“ my. pony. “
“ what is this beast on my floor “
“ what in the fuck is this “
“ they all wanna send me shoes”
“ bad ass mafia toolbars “
“ oh-oh. this looks fan-tastic “
“ my friends are gonna think i’m the raddest kid in the world. in. the. world. “

First Time Watching the Gay Pilot

So I finally got around to watching the Sherlock Pilot for the first time last night (on the eve of their anniversary, hngg)! 

It fucked with me so bad that I had to make a list of the actual irl commentary I made:

-Wow this is probably the greatest title sequence ive ever seen

-Bby lestrade my boy

-Mike Stamford the real mvp

-Why the fuck are they at a fancy restaurant

-This music tho

-Damn he’s young

-This is so gay

-Wow

-Mrs Hudson owns a fuckin bakery?

-Wow what a gay flat

-Hudders ships it in every universe

-Such gay ambiance

-There’s 5 suicides now?

-Could they have made this more gay

-“oh god yes” sounds gayer every time I hear it

-cab rides are a blessing

-who is this Donovan

-why is Sherlock wearing the biohazard suit thing

-such a young, smol, softe bean

-john Watson please stop looking at sherl like that in public

-wow that’s the gayest thing ive ever seen

-I DIDN’T REALIZE THAT THAT WAS THE ACTUAL MUSIC THEY USED

-You bet your ass john Watson is wired

-He’s wearing jeans?!!?!

-No John I promise Sherlock isn’t the killer

-HE’S WEARING FUCKING JEANS THOUGH?!?!

-HIS HAIR

-HIS JEANS

-You bet your ass there’s a fire in the fireplace

-Straight men who just met don’t walk within 3 centimeters of each other dear god

-Haha gay

-Angelo the real mvp

-GAYY

-You know I really never thought things could be any gayer but here we are

-“I wasn’t asking you out” my ass

-John Watson stop sounding so dejected, Sherlock holmes fucking loves you

-I DIDN’T REALIZE IT WAS WINE IN ALL THE SCREENCAPS

-Oh this shit is good

-SAVE HIM

-How the fuck did jeff hope haul sherl’s ass up 2 flights of stairs

-O no is this gonna be sexual again like with magnussen

-O shit please don’t rape him

-HIS BUTT

-His gay eyes

-His gay hair

-Wow I love the princess bride

-Please stop licking your teeth

-HE HAS FRECKLES

-“good ole doctor Watson” In fucking deed

-do not dry swallow that shit

-john fucking Watson to the rescue

-oh dear god he has his blood on him

-“dreadful business. Dreadful.” I’LL TELL YOU WHATS FUCKING DREADFUL. TFP. THAT’S WHAT.

-John watson’s gay eyes

-“I’ll sleep fine tonight” hmm what’s this weird lump doing in my throat

-“and only a fool argues with his doctor” im sorry, is this gay or is this gay?

-john Hamish Watson did you just purse your lips

-martin freeman and benedict cumberbatch shouldn’t be allowed to smile at the same time while standing so close to each other

-gay

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“Oh my god,” Sky roared, “is that your prom?!”

“Why the hell do you have that out?” Zander groaned.

“Oh c'mon,” Tillie giggled, admiring the picture, “we look so cute!”

“I could use a lot of words to describe that picture, cute isn’t one of them!”

“I dunno, Til,” Sky laughed, “that frosted eyeshadow is pretty stylish!”

“I know right?” Tillie grinned, “check out that dress too. I was going for a Marilyn Monroe-inspired look!”

“You look more like her trashy cousin!” Zander snickered.

“Well, good thing I went to prom with a Marilyn Manson wannabe then!”

“Ouch, point made!”

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— So, how come they call you Ripper?
— Wouldn’t you like to know.

Considering how goddamn oblivious Simon is to literally everything, I feel like he would be really gullible too? And Baz knows this and teases him all the time by doing the ‘oh my god what’s that on the ceiling?’ thing. So eventually, Simon catches on that he’s being made a total idiot out of, so stops looking. Baz stops asking. Months go by and then all of a sudden they’re dating and Simon has no idea how they ever got to this point. Baz is still annoying (but now Simon finds it kind of cute even if he won’t admit it) but they aren’t enemies anymore and everything has changed. One day all of a sudden Baz starts trying to catch Simon out again, but Simon has learnt from years of practice to train his eyes to stay on the ground. This goes on constantly for about a week, until inevitably Simon forgets and looks up, but turns out that there is something written on the ceiling. It’s a sentence, undeniably in Baz’s handwriting, and it’s only four words long.