omg that might be my favorite


In which Kate is literally us, and Emily actually resorts to the “hey, what’s that over there?” diversion tactic [and I’m cackling in the distance]

Whelp…I can’t believe I did, it started out with just a thought, a lot of patience (as drawing a guy wearing a dress without any privacy was really difficult) and a sketch but here’s the results. This took alot longer since I’m still learning how to draw sitting poses and frills…omg, frills and dresses are like one of my drawing weaknesses XP, must practice more!

Anyway, fanart for the wonderful LotF Jalph fic: “Of Barbie Boys and Gargantuan Pricks”. Will try and upload link once I figure out the coding…ugh. (Guys, can you let me know how to link it??? Getting super frustrated, ahaha)

 Featuring crossdressing!Ralph and the loveable bastard Jack, haha. It was fun and I will try and draw more fanart for my favorite Jalph fics (though I might stick to sketches for awhile since this took almost forever…my drawing hand’s still getting phantom pains from those…frills)

Edited: Added Jack’s freckles since I seem to always forget to add it XP;

I am so sorry this took so long, it grew feelings. How dare it. I might make this into a series, something like “Conversations Jack needed so he could be Okay”. It’s SFW, takes place the beginning of winter break of Bitty’s junior year, after they’re out to the team. Enjoy! @theimpossibleathlete

What makes the whole thing even funnier is that he and Shitty had been getting chirped in the group chat all day for being “old men”. The texts of “are you sure you’re going to be able to stay up that late” and “isn’t that past your bedtime” had been flowing in steadily since Jack had let them know that he’d be picking Shitty up from the train station in Samwell at nine before heading to the Haus the day before Shitty’s birthday.

To be fair, they were both yawning by the time they were walking up to the front door. Jack was looking forward to crawling into bed with Bitty and letting him talk him to sleep in person rather than on the phone. Being out to the team did have its advantages.

Jack had carefully avoided asking Shitty where he was planning on sleeping.

“I am so fucking ready to -” Shitty began as they crossed the threshold, but stopped when he saw the scene before them. “Huh,” he finally said, out of words.

“Finals must have been rough,” Jack observed.

“Are they even alive?” Shitty asked.

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Hugging Astro from behind

Masterlist: x


It was thirty minutes before one of Astro’s biggest stages. I mean, of course they have performed before, but never for an audience of 30,000+ people. Jinwoo’s nerves were clearly getting the best of him as he was pacing around, muttering his rap in Clap Clap. You being the great girlfriend you are, decided to come up behind him and hug him!

“What was that for?! And, can I have another one?!”

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anonymous asked:

omg but cassian offhandedly says something about how he's the furthest thing from a hero possible and bodhi is just like. cassian. are you kidding me.


See, this makes me want to do one of those like 5 times blah blah fics you know? Like 5 times Cassian called Bodhi a hero and one time Bodhi called cassian a hero… I might do this actually. *adds to the list of stuff to write*

Also, Bodhi not thinking he’s a hero cuz, “I’m just a cargo pilot” but cassian being like, “NO. STOP YOU ARE A HERO BODHI.” Is like my favorite thing.

But, ugh the switch up of cassian thinking that he isn’t a hero. I love. Like, he doesn’t think he’s a hero because of the “dirty/horrible” things that he’s done in the name of the rebellion.

But Bodhi’s like, “you call me a hero - someone that willing chose to work for the Empire - yet you don’t think of yourself as a hero - someone who has been fighting for freedom his entire life?”

“You are a hero, Bodhi.”

“If I’m a hero, then so are you.”

Ugh. This is really shitty :/ I’m sorry anon…

Production Draft of QAF 5x11 - The most precious thing in the world

anonymous asked:

i don't know if Charlotte is a mainstream anime but i think it's pretty new, kind of heavy, kind of sad. very similar to Angel Beats (my favorite) if you've seen that. uuh... Akagami no Shirayuki-hime, it's.. romance-y, i think it has two seasons. umm... Tokyo Mew Mew??? it's a magical girl anime, a little older but i feel like it's not exactly popular. guilty crown has a lot of action if you're interested, but i think that one might be a little more well-known than others. i hope i helped <3

bRoooo  tokyo mew mew was mY CHILDHOOD ; _:: i miss watching and reading it omg

but yes thank u fofr the other recs !! =)



You know I almost feel bad for Neji and Tenten! The looks on their faces!

My favorite comments include: 

“I like how Gai just shows up in the middle of it, and just automatically knows whats going down.“



“I’ve been watching this since the day it came out omg i need mental help“

Another shout-out: @nejicanspin​, @shock777​, @tappingfingernails​, @sausage-fist​, @sunsetnojutsu​, @awkwards-no-jutsu​, @theneon-panda​, @ten-all-over​, @deepfriedpotatobits​, @rockleelovers​, @rockleefan122​, @samlovesmaitogai​, @teacher-monica​, @rockcandyboy​, @morganknightos​, @fruitysmellz​

Just a little something else I hope makes you smile for a moment or two.

anonymous asked:

Can you please do a shout out for my other favorite blog (@ ask-college-yoongi) they might close it down because of lack of ask and I really like that blog

omg everybody go follow @ask-college-yoongi like if you’re a bts stan or just enjoy quality content please go check them out!! they really deserve to have more support than they’re currently getting, so please do!!

Don’t Dream It’s Over

Request/Summary: Can you write a Steve x Reader imagine based on the songs “Somewhere Only We Know” by Keane and “Don’t Dream It’s Over” by Dream House? I LOVE your work! ( @stantasticstan )

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: angst, sadness

A/N: These are my favorite songs omg. I decided to only surround this fic with Somewhere Only We Know so I won’t confuse you guys with the lyrics so yep. // I didn’t cry while writing this?? what are u talking about??????

(italics = flashbacks)

“We’ve been asked whether "Somewhere Only We Know” is about a specific place, and Tim has been saying that, for him, or us as individuals, it might be about a geographical space, or a feeling; it can mean something individual to each person, and they can interpret it to a memory of theirs… It’s perhaps more of a theme rather than a specific message… Feelings that may be universal, without necessarily being totally specific to us, or a place, or a time…”

-Richard Hughes, drummer for Keane.

Rain fell from the gloomy skies of Brooklyn. The droplets of water trickled down the rough material of Steve’s jacket as he walked through the streets of this quiet night in the city. He pushed his hands in his pockets, playing with the pencil he brought. His breath freezing as he let out air through his mouth and nose.

He needed to breathe. He needed to think. He needed to clear his mind and get out for once, which is what he decided to do. He had a particular destination he had to go to.

Steve felt lonely for the first time in months. Yes, he was lonely for 70 years since the 40s but you were the one who use to give him life. Gave him a reason to live rather than to just protect the country he loved, but you were long gone.

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

September 10, 2015.

Steve and the others sat in the common room of the tower. His teammates sat in front of the television as he paced back and forth in front of the set.

“I’m sure she’s alright, Steve.” Natasha assured. The others nodded, but Steve shook his head. He knew they were lying and he knew that they didn’t know what happened to you.

“Nat, if she was alright, she’d be here, with us, right now in this very room. But she’s not.” Steve spoke harshly. Shutting his mouth, he watched as the news turned on.

“New York citizen, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has been missing for what has been a week since today. Police have now gathered a search party for the missing girl and will need the help of earth’s mightiest heroes, the Avengers.”

Steve froze in his spot. His breathing stopped and his heart felt like it lost its beats within seconds. Trembling, he turned to the others who had the same expressions on their faces. He clenched his jaw as he began to feel tears built up in his eyes.

“Where could she have gone?” Tony asked as he shook his head in disbelief.

No one knew where you were. Everything was fine until two weeks ago. The tower was filled with laughter and praise until you vanished. It was like your soul disappeared from everyone else’s. You didn’t argue with anyone, no one ever predicted that there might have been a fight with you and Steve, causing you to leave, but that wasn’t the case.

Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin


Steve shook his head, continuing to walk on the empty pathway of Greenwood. He often blamed your disappearance on himself since there was no one else to blame. Maybe it was hydra who took you, maybe it was one of his many enemies he had made throughout the years. - No. That wouldn’t be possible. They would’ve said something. A message. Wouldn’t they?

The rain soon turned into light drizzles on Steve’s jacket, sighing in relief as he took his hood off. He stood outside of the desired place he was about to enter, admiring the beautiful brown gates, as the view sent a light shiver down his spine.

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

October  14, 2015

“The body of one (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has been found in upstate New York, under an english oak tree near the Avengers tower. No wombs on the body of any sort, but doctors have concluded the woman’s death as unsolved.”

Steve heard the news when he was in the kitchen, trying to ignore the sound while sitting at the table, but once he heard your name, he shattered. Clasping his hand over his mouth, he dropped to the floor and slid down the glass wall in tears. 

His hearing was muffled. Ringing filled his ears as Natasha rushed to his side, pulling him in a warm embrace. He clung to her as Sam came in, kneeling to his height to try and talk him through his panic.

“I’m sorry, Steve.” was all he got from Sam before he was helped to his room.


Building up the courage, he walked through the brown gates, walking to the right dirt path. He looked up at his surroundings. Pale, stone, marble and concrete.

He never thought he’d be here again. It was the last place he’d be, quite frankly, but he knew he had to do something before he left.

Walking up the pathways and through the trees, he fumbled with the left over paper he had in his pocket. After his long walk, he finally reached his destination. Sitting down on the bench, he took a seat and smiled. He couldn’t help it.

Steve looked to his side. “It’s nice to see you again, doll.” He chuckled. Draping his arm over the bench, he sighed out. “I never thought I’d be here again, if I’m being honest. I was afraid you wouldn’t want to see me again.”

Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

“Things are going well at the tower. Not the same, but it’s getting there.” Steve nodded. “We have two new recruits, though. Peter and Scott. They’re pretty cool. You’d love them - maybe you should stop by and visit us sometime. Tower is pretty quiet without you, hun.”

He could feel your smile and could practically see it. He smiled when he visioned it again, then his expression soon subsided. Clearing his throat, he looked forward again. “I miss you, you know? I just wish you’d talk to me more. We’re all trying to push through, even though sometimes we wanna quit, you know?”

Silence took up the moment between the two of you as the winds blew through the trees. “Remember that time when my bug crashed in the middle of the street and you had to help me push it back and get it to work?” He asked as he smiled at the memory. “I walked by almost the exact same car yesterday, it was even the same shade of blue. It reminded me of when you got mad at me for ruining your dress with the oil but still insisted on keeping the car because you wanted something to remember me by.” He laughed.

That story was true. You felt your lips tug in a smile, and so did he.

“Well, I actually fixed the car not too long ago. Not too shabby anymore, you think?” He said. “It did break down at the airport though when I went with Sam and Buck.”

Steve took his pencil out of his pocket, twisting it in his fingers. “I never finished that drawing of you when we first met, even though I promised I would the next day, but you know. You remember that story.” He said.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just waiting.” He decided he was running out of things to say and thought that you’d want a moment of peace of quiet. Nodding, he stood from his seat, but still faced you. Drumming his pencil on the bark of the tree, he ran his fingers along the rough edges.

And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go
Somewhere only we know?

“Steve?” A voice called from behind him. He tilted his head just enough to see the person who spoke but never met their eyes. He stood with his hands in his pockets again, then felt a warm hand on his shoulder and chest. “Hey baby.”

“Hi.” he said, tilting his head so it rested on the persons blonde hair. “Sorry, I’m..I’m just finishing up.” He nodded.

“Alright. No rush.” The person smiled as they stepped away.

Steve bent down to your level. Pulling out the paper he had in his pocket, he unfolded the brown paper and stuck it in between your flowers. “I actually finished the drawing. Thought I’d finish that story.” He said. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to them and then pressed his fingers onto the bold letters of your cold name. “Goodbye, doll.“

He finally stood again, sighing. Walking to the person who was waiting for him, he gave them an assured smile. Holding his arm out, she linked their arms together and began to walk away.

And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?

You watched the two of them walk away. He didn’t know that you’d respond to everything he would say, since he couldn’t hear you through the separate ends of your worlds. With every step he took, you would take them with him and he wouldn’t notice. You’d sit with him when he had your daily talks and even followed him to the tower sometimes.

This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go
Somewhere only we know

But he wouldn’t know because you were gone.

omg i might have found a studio apartment that i can move into as soon as next month. and it’s a block away from my favorite bar 

Thank you, everyone, for making comments on my posts!  It’s really gratifying and motivating.  This chapter of the Sandtrap Flats Trailer Tales is coming to an end soon.  Hold on!  It’s going to get grim!!


This is going to get so messy. D: 

I just downloaded some more blood and gore:)


I was going to say that Ewan might want to loose some meat around the belly … but then I thought about Winter’s favorite pasttime and it suddenly sounded to much like a death-threat.

Ewan will get his!!  Don’t you worry:)


omg their story is wrecking me. …thanks! :))))

Thank you for your lovely comment!  Sorry for wrecking you:)



Noooooo Ros 😭


Oh fuuuuuuuucckkkk!


Pick up the phone, kid

She’s being such a knuckle head! …but I can’t say that I haven’t been there myself.