anonymous asked:

May I just say, your contribution for the upd8 flash was flawless and it made me squeal as soon as I saw it! Thank you for making all those characters reunite through your art, I was so emotional because of it! <3

Anon:all of your art in the upd8 was incredible!




Anon:Your art was so beautiful in the upd8!!! I saw it and was like “gesp!!!” I think majority of your followers are able to tell your art style from others very easily. It’s aMAYZing. Awesome job on the upd8, so happy you were the one to draw all the kids :DD.

Anon:Homestuck omg I just cried

omg I’m glad you guys liked them I was SO CONCERNED

(and that’s one of my fav songs from Hs too so hhh))

Anon:How dare you draw such heart-wrenching art for that upd8?

someone had to do it :^)


When I was 15 I thought I was in love
I wrapped myself around a man who was made of needles and found comfort in the pain that it brought
Motel rooms scare me now, but back then they made me think of home
I used to read my poetry out loud to him and he would never ask me what it meant (and I thought: if this isn’t love, then what is?)
He took me on road trips to heaven, only making quick gas station stops to pick up cigarettes and scratch offs
He always made sure my pupils were small. Always made sure my wings were on tight so I could fly.
Oh god…
I’m full of so many things that I’m dying to spit out but wouldn’t dare. 
So, I’ll just leave it at this:
One night I watched as the stars burned out and the moon broke into a million little pieces and I cried because I couldn’t stop it…
I couldn’t stop it


“I wanted to run directly to the boys but the guy who really saved my night was Petr so I had to go to him. Then I said, “thank you, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God” and he said “we did it” and I said “yeah, we did it”. And then, black out. The players jumping on us and it was a great moment, great feeling. - Didier Drogba 

“When I saw Neuer going left and the ball rolling on the other side, that was the moment when I don’t know what happened. It had never happened to me in my life that we’ve won so many things since I joined the club. When Didier scored, last 35 seconds, I didn’t even know what to do and it was just amazing. - Petr Cech

DWBN Challenge. (Faeries)

Idea from Cassandra Clare’s Clockwork Angel, the part where Tessa woke up after she fainted. (Kind of changed the character to Alec) I literally copied directly from Cassie of what Charlotte said to Tessa in the book. 

What if 2 characters from different Shadowhunter Chronicles series met OR always knew each other?  (Magnus from TID, Alec from TMI)

Okay this is way way way over 150 words, so I will stop it right here for now. If I got more ideas, I may continue in the future. 



Countless of foreign voices made Alec felt lost and insecure, further drowning in this pit of darkness that he struggled to get out of.

But somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought he heard one voice, one voice that sounded recognizable but strange at the same time.

“The demon blood from Abaddon is very poisonous,”

Yes, this voice. Alec felt like there was something different about it, but he wasn’t sure. Was it the faint trace of accent? There was something quaint and ancient in between the words, something that made him feel like it wasn’t from the same century as he was…

“You got to give him—”

Alec felt a sudden agony twisting at his veins, and he writhed violently as he choked against his breath. He gripped something smooth in his fist, knuckles whitened all the way as he fought toward discomfort, his pale lids tightened immensely as well. Alec bit down hard on his lower lip to force down a scream, blood flowed out his reddened lips, dripping across his chin.

Gasps and screams out of panic exploded inside the infirmary.

I… Couldn’t breathe!

“Calm down… Breathe slowly… You’re gonna be alright…” That familiar voice once again brushed against Alec’s ears. He also felt a soft hand gently caressed his cheek, then his messy black bangs that fanned in front of his lashes, stroking them sideway on his forehead. And he felt safe. Really really safe.


Alec began to ease his shutted eyelids under the faint touch, crinkles by the corner of his eyes loosened up, his rapid breath from moment ago became steadier now.

There. Unblemished fingertips landed onto his closed fist, uncurling his fingers one by one to free the tension.

“Breathe… One breath by one breath… You are safe…”

Alec exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding back, finally feeling that peace had returned. Instinctively, he intertwined his scarred fingers with those delicate ones, unwilling to let go.

Calmness eventually claimed him, those erratic heartbeats and breathings moments ago disappeared soundlessly, and he fluttered open his ocean blue eyes.

Those blue eyes… Magnus drew in a breath.

“Mr. Lightwood.” Alec heard an unfamiliar woman’s voice softly addressing him, he was still groggy from sleep, drooped eyelids scanned across the crowd in front of him.

The small woman had thick brown hair knotted at the nape of her neck, wearing a… Victorian dress? What…?

Now those muzzy feelings left his brain immediately, all his senses became alert to the surroundings, and he was suddenly aware of numerous pair of eyes focusing on him. Alec sat up from the bed abruptly, nervously clutching the bed sheet and the warm hand in both palms.

Seeing a pair of recognizable eyes in a sea of odd faces dulled the ache in Alec’s stomach, and he breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Magnus.” Alec whispered lowly under his breath, just low enough for himself and the warlock to hear. Instantly, Alec threw his arms around the warlock, melting into his embrace.

“Not that I’m not fairly attractive, but I rarely encounter such pretty stranger throwing their arms around me. I would be very interested in knowing how you know my name, little Nephilim.” Magnus snickered, caught at an utter surprise.

Firmly but tenderly, the warlock removed Alec’s arms away from his neck.

“Wait, you don’t recognise me?” A flash of hurt shone before Alec’s eyes, confusion written all on his face.

“Oh my, darling.” Magnus chuckled, shaking his head.


“Mr. Lightwood.” The tiny woman spoke again, stepping forward this time, her dark brown eyes shone with confidence. “I am Charlotte Branwell, head of the London Institute, and this beside me is Warlock Bane.” Charlotte gestured Magnus next to her.

Alec frowned, not able to process what was happening all in this moment, his black hair soaked because of the sweat.

“We found you unconscious on the Narrow Street, and it is our vocation to bring you here in this institute to heal for injuries, until your conditions are well.”

“I don’t- I don’t remember much.” Alec shook his head, willing for the headache to go away.

“Perhaps- Perhaps you would like to explain those photographs of yours, Mr. Lightwood.” Despite Charlotte’s small frame, she seemed fierce and confident, her tone a little demanding and gentle at the same time.

“My photographs?”

“Yes, your photographs with Mr. Bane, inside your unusual… device,“ Charlotte paused. “Rather intimate, I would say.”

“You looked at them?” Those were private! Alec flushed, uncomfortable at having so many strangers violating his privacy.

Izzy was right about adding a passcode lock for his phone.

“We had to examine this uncanny device,” Charlotte flipped the black phone in her small palm, the edges of it glistened under the moonlight. “I apologise for that. It is not often for us to bring in a Shadowhunter dressed in bizarre attire, we had to ensure that you are not a grave danger to us.”

Charlotte extended her skinny arm, showing the photo that appeared on the black phone. Magnus was hugging Alec by his waist, kissing him on his flustered cheek with a mischievous wink, both of them smiling wholeheartedly. It was taken by Isabelle in the park during autumn, Alec remembered vividly, a blush deep on his cheek.

“Interesting.” A boy with black hair and blue eyes smirked, peeking at the photo. “Being in peculiar relationship with Downworlder is indeed running in the Lightwoods.”

“Who are you again?” Alec snapped his head up, irritation digging in his stomach.

“Ah, allow me to introduce myself. William.” Will stretched his long arm out, seemingly wanted to shake Alec’s hand with a funny grin on his face. “Will Herondale.”

“Will Herondale.” Alec’s eyes widened, whispering the name under this breath. His memories suddenly fitted like pieces of puzzles back in places. How many times had Magnus brushed away this person whenever Alec mentioned his name?

oooh I saw ur request and was like yeh i should do something cool for penny but then my inspiration was viciously murdered so yeah I just decided to do chapter 2 of that one au u mentioned to me about the revenge thing!! hooray for me being lazy and uncreative


girl almighty

aka act my age part 2

part 1


“I just…I wanna lick him.”

“Nasty. That’s so nasty, Juvia, god.”

Juvia flipped her hair and made a ‘la-di-da’ expression. “Not in a weird way, like, I just wanna lick his face. You know?”

“I can’t even describe all the levels of not knowing I’m going through right now.” Erza answered. She peered through the peepy hole in her magazine and sighed.

“Oh, shut up. You don’t have any room to talk, Miss I’m-gonna-spy-on-a-bunch-of-hot-guys-for-research.” Juvia huffed.

Erza blanched and set her magazine down with a smack. “Well it’s not like you’ve got any better ideas!”

“I do have a better idea.” Juvia said haughtily.

“Let’s hear it then.” Erza pressed.

“Well…there’s a party at his dorm later tonight, right?” Juvia began. By now Erza had lost her focus and stopped spying.

“So…?” Erza failed to see her conclusion.

“Duh. You hide a mouse trap somewhere in his house – so then when he least expects it – blammo! His hand gets decapitated!” Juvia smacked her hand on the table loudly to prove her point.

“A mouse trap?” Erza asked disappointedly. “That’s it?”


“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Erza didn’t even conceal her groan. “Natsu, go away.”

Natsu sat down with a pout. Gray sat next to him.

“Don’t you lovely ladies want some company?” He asked while batting his eyelashes seductively.

“How can I say ‘no’ in a way you’ll understand?” Erza wondered.

“Not a chance, come on, what were you guys just talking about? Boobs? Periods?” Natsu inquired.

“Everything you just said was mildly offensive. I’m impressed.” Juvia admitted, even though her gaze was fixed on Gray.

“We were talking about revenge, if you really must know.” Erza informed tightly.

“Revenge? Any particular reasons?” Gray asked, interest piqued.

“If she told you, she’d have to kill you.” Juvia joked. Well, who knows. Maybe she wasn’t joking.

“Of course – standard revenge procedure, we get it,” Natsu nodded like he wasn’t going to pry any further. “Are you guys going to Jellal’s dorm tonight to study?”

Erza scoffed. Like any studying was actually going to occur.

“We sure are! We love to…study…” Juvia trailed off awkwardly, probably losing her train of thought to Gray’s hair, or face, or whatever she was attracted to.

“Awesome. Bring hot friends.” Natsu said pointedly. “I’m counting on you guys.”

“For what? Pussy? We’re not a delivery service, do it yourself.” Erza sniffed.

“Yeah, if you’re that horny, why don’t you just use each other?” Juvia asked before letting out a happy laugh. She probably wasn’t even joking.

“Gross. Gray’s an STD circus, I don’t want any of that biz.” Natsu informed. Gray punched his shoulder blade.

“Yeah? Well Natsu can’t even put a tampon in, I doubt he could take me anyways.”

“You wanna fight?”

“Right here. Right now. Let’s go.”

“Wait, are they doing it, or fighting?” Juvia asked lowly as the two boys stared at each other heatedly.

“I can confidently say both?” Erza responded. There was enough passion in their gazes to say they were far past being straight.

“Cool it, we’re not supposed to talk about fight club, you idiots.” Juvia decided to intervene.

“Yeah Gray, rule number one.” Natsu reminded. Gray kicked his shin.

“Hey, totally unrelated question,” Erza began begrudgingly, hardly able to believe she had sunk to this level of immaturity. “You guys wouldn’t know where I can buy mouse traps, would you?”




“-and then I was like, why even bother dating Edward, if that sexy piece of werewolf was right there in front of you? I totally don’t get this emo bitch Bella, hell, why won’t werewolf hot guys chase me? “

Erza stopped short, lamenting not taking a migraine pill and massaging her temple. “I’m gonna be honest here – I stopped listening a long, long time ago.”

“Aw, you missed my impromptu Twilight review.”


“-accident, probably.” Juvia interrupted with a cute little blink. “Right Erza?”

Erza stopped in front of Jellal’s dorm, digging her hand in her purse gently. “I got the mouse trap, what do I do now?”

Juvia slapped her arm. “What do you mean, ‘what do I do now’? You hide it in his cereal cabinet, and then when he goes for a little cap’n crunch he gets his hand chopped off!” Juvia ended her charade with a karate chop.

“That…I don’t think that’s how mouse traps work-“

“-course it is! Haven’t you ever seen Tom and Jerry, Erz? Honestly, what would you do without my boundless knowledge?” Juvia asked rhetorically. Naturally, Erza didn’t give her the pleasure of ending on a good note.

“In a better place, probably.” She answered her question before looking down at her outfit. “Ok, I look hot, right? Hot enough to destroy Jellal where he stands?”

Juvia looked at her sideways, tightening her lips and sighing. Then she reached forward and tugged her crop top down a little bit.

“Christ Erza, why do you cover them up so much? They’re there, use them.” Juvia gestured to Erza’s boobs disappointedly. “And you look so good in black, you’re making me look like a sad petunia.”

Erza scrunched up her face. “Are petunias blue?”

“Shut up.” Juvia seethed. She pushed a small red strand out of Erza’s face and nodded at her work. “Perfect. If Jellal doesn’t explode from jealousy, or whatever you had planned, I’ll be absolutely damned.”

“I don’t want him to explode – I just want him to hate himself for being an asshole to me and missing out on all this.” Erza corrected, gesturing to her well-endowed body proudly.

“Ah. Self-hatred. And after that, we can steal his identity and buy a lifetime supply of cat food!” Juvia plotted deviously.

Erza looked at her blankly. “We went over this. We’re not stealing his identity.”

Juvia pouted. “Can it be plan B?”

“We’re going inside now.” Erza said, knocking on the door crisply.

“Ooh, pull up your shorts a bit – let him see that ass – hey, Jellal!” Juvia halted her sentence midway through with an awkward smile.

“Hey – wow, you guys look…”

Erza smiled. Amazing? Gorgeous? Fantastic? Ha, suck it Jellal, you motherfucking-

“-dressed up.” He finished lamely.

Erza felt her spirit droop. That was anticlimactic.

“Yeah, Erza was just on a hot date, so…yeah.” Juvia said, snapping her fingers like she was a sassy twelve year old.

“Wow. Sorry to interrupt, I guess.” He concluded. “Do you guys want to come in, or…?”

“Step aside, pretty boy!” Juvia yelled, pushing her palm to Jellal’s cheek and quite literally forcing him to step aside.

Erza scooted around Jellal. He looked rather awestruck at Juvia’s forwardness, but shut the door after them anyways.

“Looks like the party’s arrived, come sit by me, flower child!” Cana wailed from the futon, referring to Juvia’s short flowery skirt.

“Wow, you guys look great!” Mira admired aloud. All of their fellow speech kids were cramped up in Jellal’s living room, doing a lot to do with nothing and nothing to do with studying.

“Thanks,” Erza responded, making the decision to sit next to her.

“Wow Erza, wow. I thought I told you to bring hot friends. I’m not seeing any hot friends.” Natsu deadpanned.

“Ouch Natsu, that hurts.” Juvia whined, kicking him in the head from her spot on the couch next to Cana and Gray. Erza was sure she was losing her mind being that close to him, but she seemed to be hiding it quite well.

“You don’t count, blue.” Gray added in, most likely for brownie points.

“I’m honored to be the exception to Natsu’s wannabe booty call.” Juvia said to Gray, one hand poised over her heart.

“Did you guys finish yesterday’s homework?” Jellal asked conversationally, entering with a bucket full of pretzels. Literally, a metal bucket. Maybe he was out of bowls.

“No way,” Cana answered for the group. “I’m waiting till midnight tonight to finish that shit.”

Erza said nothing. The truth was she had finished the homework. She was a fan of getting a good night’s sleep – as far as that extended when you share a room with Juvia.

“Writing intros sucks, I never know how to write an attention-getter, or whatever their called.” Gray said.

“How bout this – you shout the word boobs. Then you’ll have everyone’s attention.” Juvia offered with a shrug.

“You have a nice dorm, Jellal. Who’s your roommate?” Mirajane asked. His dorm was remarkably clean, almost like he was there alone.

“Ah, his name is Laxus. He’s pretty cool, but he doesn’t come here much. He’s kind of a party animal, actually.” Jellal informed.

“Is he hot?” Juvia asked crudely. Cana high-fived her and waited eagerly for Jellal’ answer.

“I…don’t know how to answer that.” Jellal admitted.

“Do you have any cereal?” Erza interrupted, not really listening to the conversation at hand.

“Uh…yeah?” Jellal asked, raising his eyebrows in suspicion.

Erza gave him a sharp look.

“Do you…want some?” He asked cautiously.

She nodded, her face a mixture of ‘obviously’ and ‘please don’t think I’m weird’.

Jellal stood up from his sitting position to go to the kitchen to fetch her some cereal. Erza, unwilling to bail on her shitty revenge plot, quickly stood up to follow him.

“So, cereal, huh?” Jellal asked as soon as the rest of the group began their own conversations. They were alone now.

“Y-yeah. Juvia eats all of mine, so…” Erza covered up. Jellal looked mildly skeptical, but not to the point where he’d refuse to give her cereal.

“Alright.” He accepted her excuse. “By the way, you uh…”

She awaited his words with bated breath. For some reason, he always put her on edge despite his up-front friendly behavior.

“You look nice, is all.” He said, looking down in the slightest like even he was embarrassed by the declaration.

The second he looked away, Erza broke into a full-fledged smile. Finally – that idiot was falling right into her trap!

“You ok?” He asked, his hand buried in the cereal cabinet with a concerned look across his face. Right. She was making a Jared Leto face.

“Yeah, oh yeah. Just remembering this…this thing, Juvia told me yesterday.” She excused casually, looking at anything but Jellal.

“We have Lucky Charms,” Jellal told he, retrieving the colorful box from the pantry.

“Awesome,” Erza let out, forgetting how delicious sugary cereal was. Even though the cereal was merely a stepping stone to her intricate revenge, it couldn’t hurt to get spoiled a little in the process.

They both headed back to the living room while Erza waited for the best moment to plant the mouse trap in the cereal cabinet. She just needed a distraction…

As if she had been telepathically summoned, Juvia stepped up to bat with the most ideal distraction there was.

“Does anybody have a tampon?” She asked, particularly loudly.

“I think I got some,” Cana said, digging through her purse experimentally.

Erza continued eating the cereal slowly. It was amazing, just as she had suspected. Stupid spoiled Jellal, probably had oodles of good food spilling out of the pantry that he refused to share with the rest of them.

“Yo, Erza! Throw me some cereal!” Natsu requested, holding his hands up pitcher style.

“Eat a dick,” she hissed protectively, wrapping her arms around the cereal and almost letting out a dragon roar.

“I have more cereal, if you guys want some,” Jellal offered kindly. There was an uproar of positive feedback and he went back into the kitchen to get more, foiling her mouse trap plan.

“So guys, FMK, Gosling, Seacrest, Reynolds.” Cana said. It took Erza a brief second to realize she was referring to three different Ryans.

“Ew, kill Seacrest.” Juvia said with a wrinkled nose.

“Marry Reynolds,” Mira pitched in helpfully.

“FUCK GOSLING.” Natsu said, freakishly loud. It made Erza question his sexuality on a whole different level.

“I mean, or yeah, whatever.” Natsu added in. Gray was practically puking his guts out from laughing so hard at Natsu’s confession.

“Ok, we have Froot Loops and Honey Comb.” Jellal presented the remaining cereal boxes and they were greedily snatched up by the rest o the group. Erza was slightly intrigued by his generosity, normal kids would be fighting like rabid hyenas for delicacies such as these yet Jellal seemed to be feeling rather charitable today. Interesting.

Unfortunately, Jellal took note of her bewildered expression and decided to take a seat next to her. Of course.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked, obviously referring to her dumbstruck expression.

“You sure like sharing,” she mumbled, shoving a dry marshmallow into her mouth ungracefully.

“I guess so,” he shrugged it off like it was no big deal.

“Why?” She pried annoyingly. He sure didn’t like to share in primary school, she could first-hand vouch for that.

“Misery loves company.” He said mysteriously before smiling slyly like he knew something she didn’t.

She felt hatred course through her veins immediately. How dare that smarmy idiot look her in the eye like he knew more than she did?

She crunched her cereal rather loudly and plunged one of her hands inside her purse. It was go time.

“I’m gonna go put this back,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t crack as she made slight eye contact with Juvia. She grabbed the mouse trap from inside her purse and scurried back into the kitchen.

She shoved the box back into the cabinet, and then slowly set the mouse trap and put it in front of the cereal box. There. Now she’d get her revenge. Sort of.

It was then that Erza realized exactly how many flaws her plan had. Who was dumb enough to not see a mouse trap in front of a cereal box? What if his roommate is the one who gets trapped? What if-

“Erza?” Jellal asked, peeking his head into the kitchen.

“A-ha…sorry!” She called, yanking her hand out of the cereal cabinet and placing it on her hip awkwardly. “Be right there!”

Oh well. She’d just have to hope for the best.




The next day at speech class, both Juvia and Erza were pleasantly surprised.

“You saw it, right?” Juvia asked excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Of course I did,” Erza responded. There was a band-aid on Jellal’s pinky finger. Their plan had worked. Sort of.

“I told you the mouse trap thing would work!” She boasted.

“Keep it down! It’ll be embarrassing if he finds out it was us!” Erza barked, still wary on the idea that she had actually stuck a mouse trap in someone’s cereal cabinet. It didn’t get much lower than this.

“Oh whatever! Next time, we should steal all of his toilet paper, than put it back the next day, and keep doing that for like, ever, and then he’ll think he’s going insane-“

“What’s the story, morning glory?” Natsu interrupted Juvia’s brilliant insight with a yawn, smacking his stuff down on the table.

“Shut up, we’re watching.” Juvia said, pointing Natsu’s head to Jellal who was talking to Gray.

“What? What are we watching? Do you still hate Jellal, or whatever?” Natsu asked boredly.

Yes, now shut up and watch.” Erza grabbed his mouth and closed it.

“Hey guys,” Jellal greeted before taking his seat behind Erza.

“That was…anticlimactic…” Juvia whispered.

“Well, what were you expecting?” Natsu whispered back.

“Perhaps a moan of pain?” Erza put in.

“Yeah, that would’ve been good.” Juvia said. “I should probably get back to my seat – I’ll catch you after, Erz.”

“Ok.” Erza grumbled, barely interested. She couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe she just wasn’t cut out for revenge.

“Hey Erza, can I talk to you for a sec?” Jellal asked suddenly, breaking the tension with ease.

“Somebody’s in trouble~~” Natsu sang softly. Erza punched his shoulder and begrudgingly stood up to follow Jellal.

“So,” Jellal began, once they were out of earshot. “I have a question for you.”

“Uh…fire away.” Erza said, wondering what he could possibly ask of her.

“Did you, uh…” he scratched the back of his head anxiously, “leave a mouse trap in my cereal cabinet?”

Erza stared blankly at him. She hoped her expression didn’t seem guilty, because on the inside, her conscience was in flames. How the hell did he know it was her? Well…besides the fact that she was the only one that went in the kitchen…hm…she really didn’t think this through, did she?

“W-why would you think that?” She laughed, sharing his awkward neck scratching trait and smiling creepily.

“Well, it seems kinda dumb, but…” he paused for a second to evaluate her expression. “I found your receipt.”

No way, she cursed herself, I put it in my pocket…god damn it! Fuck girl pants and their pocket-lessness!!


“So, I figured it would make you feel better if I was hurt.” He added, holding up his bandaged pinky finger. Her eyes narrowed. What did he mean by that?

“I…uh…” she continued to fumble around her words like a dumbass.

His face fell at her lack of response.

“So, I guess what I’m trying to say is – why?”

Her mouth opened and shut like a dying goldfish.

“I…saw…a rat? In your dorm…thought I could…take care of it…”

Jellal shook his head, like he was disappointed in her.

“In that case,” he said, peeling off the tiny band-aid with ease, revealing a fully healthy pinky.

Bastard! He had pretended to get mouse-trapped! What a twist….

He watched her remorseful expression and laughed. “That’s what I thought.”

“I…don’t think I-“

“Erza, if you’re trying to do some petty revenge scheme for all the shit I threw at you in primary school, then have at it.” He said, surprising her by holding his arms in the air like he was surrendering. “…but I expected more than this from you, Erza.”

At this point Erza was fairly sure she looked like the entire audience during the Empire Strikes Back, only this time, it wasn’t her father who was trying to recruit her to the dark side.

“You…want me to…”

He smiled briefly, looking impressively sexy and Erza cursed every god out there for making her mortal enemy as attractive as sin.

“Impress me.” He said, before walking back to his table like nothing had happened.

Erza stared at the whiteboard, at a complete loss for words. Huh. So this is what it felt like to be check-mated. And if there was one thing she hated, it was losing. And chess in general. And Jellal, and his stupid, smug ass.

He may have won that turn, but it was her move next – and she’d be damned if she didn’t win this game.

The Rabbit and The Moon: An Akatsuki no Yona fanfic

So this is a combination prompt fic for both cynicwithatwist and goldenwooly. Cynic wanted Shin-ah learning how to read from Kija, while Wooly wanted a bit of Papa Ao goodness in canon, so, here we go! Please enjoy this new level of feelings because God knows I cried. 

References made to my fic ITSCD, though not necessary to read before this. And let’s just assume this takes place after chapter 108 though nothing spoiler-y happens in it. 

Also for more enjoyment, this is what I was listening to while writing and it fits the story so there you go. 


Symbols were scrawled across the page in strange patterns and combinations, and Shin-ah was taken aback. Was this what books looked like inside? How odd. Shin-ah could immediately pick up some patterns, like puzzle pieces strewn together haphazardly on parchment, but Shin-ah didn’t know how they connected or what they stood for. The fact that meaning could be divulged from this was certainly a wondrous feat, Shin-ah thought thoroughly impressed.  Yun and the others truly were amazing to know how to do such things, Shin-ah thought as he turned through the pages oh so carefully. Some were filled with those symbols, others pictures. As he continued to flip through he suddenly stopped on a page.

Keep reading

So there was a Back to the Future marathon on today (yay!) but it made me think of a question (boo!) that I’m not sure I can answer myself. Universe and Tumblrsphere, I call upon you for advice.

Okay, so like, when Marty McFly comes back from 1955, like, how and why don’t his parents recognize him? Like, his mom should be all, “Oh my god, it’s that cute guy I almost made out with!” except like, ew because that’s her son. I mean, did they magically just forget what this kid looked like? Wormholes in the timeline. I don’t get it.

oh my god… terezi…. shes so beautiful… i love her so much…

god her relationship w/ her other selves is so much…. she feels guilty about benefiting from the sacrifice gameover!terezi made but even more than that. she feels inadequate in the face of her other selves that have “done more” but at the same time blames some innate ‘terezi-ness’ for any mistakes they may have made… 

shes so harsh on herself, treating herself like bad things that any terezi may have done reflect directly on her yet any good things are the product of circumstances


anonymous asked:

oh my god that alexlazio7 guy is actually terrifying. He reminds me of the guy who shot up UCLA like idek why I looked at that that is horrifying.

he made a video saying how he would shoot up his local hospital, he threatened to bomb his high school, and he talks about his “plan to eradicate feminism in five years” plus how women are with inferior men but he’s totes nothing like the UCSB shooter, guys

anonymous asked:

Harry's American accent made me so unstable. I don't know why but it was such a goddamn TURN ON "oh my god. OH MY GOD"

lol ;) 

anonymous asked:

I saw a post once that said "our generation will produce so many more gay kids" like oh my God this is really sickening?? Not only are you saying being gay is a choice but also implying that they're going to force their kid to be gay. I don't know if the person who made the post intended it to come off this way, but it did. Sad part is, I know so many of tumblr folks who probably will pressure their kids into being anything but straight just for the label. It's sad.

I think I need to see the post, I didn’t get that out of that at all..



Oh my god, please watch this short film. It’s about dragons, and it’s so good I literally wept big fat tears

Not only that it was made all using free open source animation software and it’s just so amazing?????

anonymous asked:

@Kyle clearly you're not going to see your error no matter how I phrase it to you. you should run for an office of some sort; politicians are excellent at hiding lowkey homophobia behind bs arguments :)

Oh my god. You fucking – ugh… you don’t even care about the argument anymore! That smile says so much. You don’t care about facts, you just want to “win.” You got this weird implication that you saw in your head that made you morally above me and now you won’t fucking let it go. Like, seriously, you don’t even care about what my intentions are. 
- Kyle


Shawshank Hustle!! On Friday we left Michigan and headed to Ohio!!
Friday night my friends joined me for a ghost hunt at the Reformatory. I’ll post on that later :)

It was a very late night. I got 0 sleep, I think my friends slept for maybe 2 hours?!?

We got up and made it to the shuttle that took us back to the Ohio State Reformatory for the race. We had plenty of time to catch up with friends that came down to the race. Due to busing issues the start time got pushed back to 9am. It was HOT and humid.

I got to meet lizzielulu114! She is just as awesome in person! I feel very blessed to have met her. I hope we can run another race together. She smoked me with her time 😅

HILLS! Oh my God. Hills, heat, and no sleep…I wanted to die! It was mentally and physically challenging. The last mile I did a lot of walking. I could not push through the struggle.

I crossed the finish line with 2 of my friends. Despite the tiredness and conditions, I will do this race again next year.

Mark your calendars!!! June 11, 2016

We made it back to our hotel with just a few minutes to spare. Hotel checkout was noon, we got back at 11:45. We all rinsed off, and we’re out on time.

The 3 hour drive home was difficult. All of us were exhausted. 45 miles from home I asked my friend Julie to take over driving. I had nothing left in me.

I slept 12 hours once I got home.

Best. Sleep. Ever.



Screenshots from Deadpool END! :D

I loved this game and I loved watching Jack play this game! Such a fun playthrough to watch! I’ll admit I never really watched or read anything Deadpool related before this and I’m kicking myself for missing out on such a cool comic book character up until this point. This game was amazing and was so funny it was so my style of humor just random breaking the fourth wall kind of humor and the game was funny the whole way through! Also watching Jack play this made me realize how similar Jack and I’s humor is or just how similar we are in general its weird. Like when Jack was talking about at the end about how weird he was because he talks to himself out loud and says things in cool voices when he’s not recording videos and oh my god I do the exact same thing! Seriously I talk to myself a lot and when I’m alone in my room I’ll quote stuff and sing to myself too. So apparently I’m as weird as Jack!….I have no idea if this is a good thing or a bad thing. xD But yes I’m talking to much now! I love this game and I’m probably going to definitely it too. I had so much fun watching Jack play this game you guys have no idea! :D