one of my childhood inspirations

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This hurts. I wanted to be a voice actress when I was in middle/high school and June Foray was one of my inspirations. These characters from my childhood that I have here are only a couple of samples that she did in her long long career and my childhood was amazing because of her voices and the memories she has given me and a hundreds of other kids. RIP, beautiful lady. There will be no one like you at all. ❤️

Alex Hirsch's words at the "Animation Game Changers" panel, CTN Expo 2016
  • <p> <b>Hirsch:</b> [...] I mean, it's so amazing to be at this panel right now, cause it's like: "Oh, let's interview the giants [Butch Hartman, Craig McCracken, Lauren Faust], and now let's interview the ants standing on their shoulders [himself and Rebecca Sugar]". Like, the reason I knew at school that making a show was something you could do was because when I was in high school I was watching shows like Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Lab, Fairly Odd Parents, Invader Zim, whatever-- name it... and all of these were people who, you know, not that long ago had also been students, who then pitched something and who made it. So they had cut with a machette, you know, the path through the jungle, and it was there.<p/><b></b> And the weird thing to me when I was at college was that nobody-- most of the people I was friends with, they didn't care. I was like "guys, there's a path, through this dark jungle, to running your own show!" and they were like [funny voice] "yeah, but I wanna design a prop for Pixar."<p/><b></b> [laughter]<p/><b></b> And like, they didn't think of it as something cool, as if...<p/><b>Tony Bancroft:</b> 'cuz it was easier, is that why?<p/><b>Hirsch:</b> I mean, it still-- there's a bit of that persp-- I think people think that Feature[ film]s are prestigious and that TV is, I mean, you know. Just look at... Moana's got the main room and it's, like-- you guys could be there, listening to some guy say like: "Uhh yeah, here's an anecdote about the Rock. I met him. He's nice." WHO CARES?! [motions towards Butch Hartman, Craig McCracken and Lauren Faust] These people shaped Animation History!<p/></p>
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So worth not doing my homework (sorry mom), losing all feeling in my booty, and waiting three hours in the freezing cold. Not only is Cole basically my childhood, but he’s one of my favourite photographers. I get so inspired by him. Plus, he’s so nice wow !!!! 💓
And then meeting Lili was like the cherry on top !!!! x

The Falcon and the Wolf Masterlist

 

Summary:  This is an AU where you and Dean have been separated by a terrible curse for over two years.  You’re banding together with some old friends and old enemies to bring down the person responsible in hopes of removing the curse. 

Pairing: Knight!Dean x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, canon typical angst, canon typical violence, canon typical injuries

A/N:  This is partly inspired by one of my favorite childhood movies Ladyhawke, though I’m taking it in a different direction.

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Part Five

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Logan Howlett x Reader

A/N: So I was listening to some of my old favorite songs form my childhood, and one in particular inspired me to write another Logan fic because I love him so much. Anyways, this was inspired by Blake Shelton's “Austin”, and I hope you like it~

Summary: After the reader and Logan get in their first big fight, the reader goes back to her home town. After stopping all contact with Logan for months, the reader decides she needs Logan in her life and finally calls him. 

Warnings: Language

Also, written with female pronouns but please don’t take offense! That’s just the way I naturally write, but I am open to writing with any desired pronouns, so just lemme know! 

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Rainy days reminded you of Logan. They reminded you of the way he used to wrap you up in his leather jacket, and how he would lift you over puddles. They reminded you of the way he would tuck your wet hair behind your ears, and the way his warm hands felt against your cold ones. Rainy days reminded you of Logan sitting next to you by the window, drinking coffee and listening to the rain as it hit the streets. Rainy days were peaceful days you got to spend with someone you loved, at least they used to be. 

Now, as you sat on a lone bench at the park down the street from your house, all rainy days reminded you of was how much you missed him. The loud booming sound of thunder erupted all around you, telling you it was time to go home. You reluctantly stood from the bench, the smell of rain filling your nostrils as you began to walk from the park, glancing towards your house, but walking in the other direction instead.

The rain droplets hitting your face were reminders, reminders of how bad you had messed up. You left without a word, not saying where you were going, or if you had intentions of ever coming back, and it took you months to figure out how badly you missed your home. How badly you missed Logan. 

You walked down the street quickly, passing familiar homes and shops along the way. Everyone inside probably thought you were insane trudging through the rain, soaking wet. You didn’t care. The straight singular street quickly led you to the old, beaten up phone booth that still barely stood. You quickly stepped inside, slamming the door shut and reaching for the phone. You now realized how bad your hands were shaking, you couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, or your bundled up emotions. 

For some reason using a phone other than your own gave you closure, maybe it was because the thought was less intimidating. Regardless, you put in the needed amount of money and slowly dialed Logan’s number, you still had it memorized. As the phone rang, your could hear your heartbeat. You didn’t know what you would say if he picked up. All you knew was that you were doing the right thing. After a couple more rings Logan’s voice erupted from the other end of the phone, but it wasn’t what you were expecting. 

“When do I say it?” his voice sounded, quickly followed by one none other than your own. 

“Now,” your voice came out in a laugh.

“Oh uh, this is Logan I’m busy right now, leave a message,” his voice vibrated through your ear. 

“Good job,” you said, but the words weren’t coming out of your mouth.

A beep sounded from the other end of the phone and without really thinking, you mumbled some words.

“Call me back when you can,” you said, leaving your phone number afterwards before slamming the phone onto where it belonged. 

You sank to the ground slowly, not caring about the cobwebs sitting all around you. You had forgotten about setting up Logan’s voicemail, and now the thought of how happy you were was devastating. Before you knew it, your cheeks were wet, and not only because of the rain. You practically sprinted back to your house, wishing the rain was enough to wash away all of your emotions. You thought that coming back to your home town was a good idea, but now all of your memories were just haunting you. 

As you reached your small rented house you fumbled your key into the lock before charging inside and slamming the door behind you. You were happy you at least rented a house instead of staying with your parents, but now you wanted nothing more than too leave. You shed off your soaking wet jacket, along with your shoes and flopped onto your couch, burying your face in a pillow. You wanted Logan to wrap you in his arms and tell you everything would be okay, but that couldn’t happen anymore. 

You didn’t know how long you laid there, could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours, but what you do know is that the only thing that moved you from that position was the ringing of your phone. Your stomach dropped and you stood up, walking over to your phone quickly. You couldn’t think of anyone that could be calling you, except for Logan. Before letting yourself not go through with it, you answered your phone. 

“Hello,” your voice said tentatively. 

“(Y/N)?” a voice you missed so much came from the other end.

You ran your free, shaky hand through your hair.

“Logan I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have left, I messed up, I messed up big time,” you began your ramble. “I miss you. I never stopped loving you Logan, never. I was just blind and it took me until now to realize it.”

“(Y/N)?” Logan questioned again, interrupting your rant. 

“I…yeah?” 

“Calm down before you say anything else. I haven’t heard your voice in forever, and hearing it like this isn’t what I expected,” Logan said, his voice giving you reassurance.

You did as he said, letting out a deep breath before returning your attention to your phone.

“I’m sorry,” You said simply.

“(Y/N) you left without giving me a way to find you, and as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since I realized you were gone. I miss you (Y/N),” Logan said, his voice full of raw emotion. 

“I thought that what I was doing was for the better… I just want to come home,” you mumbled into the phone. 

“The house isn’t like it was before you left you know.”

“I’m not talking about the house Logan. You’re my home,” You said.

You could hear Logan gulp on the other line, he didn’t say anything for a moment. It was as though he was trying to contain his emotions threatening to rush out all at once. 

“When’s the next flight you can catch?” he finally managed.


The last couple hours of your life had been the most hectic thing you had ever lived through. In mere hours you packed everything you needed, contacted your land lord, and bought a plane ticket. You still had some stuff to figure out, but you would deal with it later, right now you only had one thing on your mind. 

You sat in your seat anxiously, the plane ride didn’t give you anxiety, landing did. Months of emotion bubbled in your gut, ready to explode, but excitement kept them at bay. It was probably minutes, but it only felt like seconds until your plane was on the ground and you were grabbing your bags. Two suitcases, that was all you needed. You hurried as quickly as you could outside of the airport. Logan said he would pick you up when your plane landed. 

Sure enough, as you exited the airport you saw an old pick-up truck that you knew all too well, only it was missing a driver. You quickly scanned the crowd of people in front of your face before spotting him. As soon as you laid your eyes on Logan everyone else in the crowd disappeared. His familiar flannel with the rolled up sleeves made your heart clench, and you dropped your bags at your sides. It took a moment, but Logan finally laid his eyes on you. His eyes widening, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a smile as you pushed through people towards him. Logan had the same idea, moving through the crowd as swiftly as he could manage, it was as though the two of you were in a trance. 

Once there was no one in between you two and the space was growing smaller, Logan opened his arms and you barreled into them. 

“Hey Sweetheart,” Logan said as he wrapped his strong arms around your bodice. 

You balled your fists in his shirt and buried your face into his chest, letting the tears swelling in your eyes fall onto his shirt. Logan’s grip tightened on you as he noticed the shaking in your body. He missed you like hell. Logan placed a kiss on your forehead, and slowly you pulled away from him. 

“We should probably grab your bags,” Logan said, smiling down at you.

You nodded, thankful for the silent conversation that passed between the two of you. I messed up, but we’ll talk about that later. Logan slid his hand into yours, and the two of you walked towards your things. There was a million things you could’ve said, but you felt that silence was more appropriate. As you reached your things, that you had rudely abandoned, Logan grabbed one bag and you grabbed the other, still holding onto each other. 

Logan helped you put your things into the bed of the pick-up, and you noticed the clouds beginning to form in the sky. With a shrug you filed into the truck next to Logan, sitting in the middle so that you could lay your head on his shoulder as he drove. 

“You alright?” Logan asked you as he pulled out of the airport parking lot.

“I’m better than I have been for months,” you said, clasping your hands in your lap.

Logan laughed beside you, and you raised your eyebrow, sitting up to give him a weird look.

“What?” you asked.

Logan looked into your eyes before returning his gaze to the road, “Nothing, I just forgot how damn cute you are.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder again. Your drive was fairly long, but time felt like it flew by as you talked to Logan. The two of you quickly pulled into your small home’s driveway. Logan stepping out of the truck and opening your door for you, offering his hand to help you down, which you took gratefully. As the two of you grabbed your bags out of the bed, you felt a rain droplet hit your nose, followed by three more hitting your shoulders. 

Logan handed you one of your bags, taking the other, and quickly leading you to the front door. Logan unlocked it quickly, opening the door for you and following you in afterwards. When Logan said the house wasn’t like it was before you left he wasn’t lying. Almost everything was rearranged and certain pieces of furniture were missing. You turned your attention from the room to Logan.

“I uh, didn’t have anyone to impress since you were gone,” Logan gestured to the room, “It’s easier to clean this way.”

You laughed, “I don’t mind.”

The smell of your home put you at ease, and with Logan you walked towards your bedroom, which was in the exact same condition it was before you left, only Logan’s side of the bed was ruffled.

“I couldn’t bring myself to change anything in here,” Logan muttered behind you, placing your suitcase on the bed. 

You didn’t say anything, you just laid your suitcase down and walked over to Logan, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I missed you,” you said. 

Logan grinned at you, putting his hands on your waist and lowering his head to place a kiss on your lips. 

“You took the words right out of my mouth Princess,” he said, pulling apart from you, but grabbing your hand. 

The rain outside had become more audible, and as Logan led you to the large window beside your bed, the sound sent chills down your spine. The two of you sat next to the window just like you used to. Logan pulled you to his chest, and you leaned into him comfortably. Once again, the two of you listened to the rain hit the streets.

Logan ran his fingers through your hair, “Welcome home.”

Happy 25th anniversary to my longest-running obsession and one of my biggest creative inspirations since childhood. The entire cast of this series is fantastic, but if I absolutely had to pick, these are probably my favourite characters. (Though I guess I’ve had a lot of time to think about this.) I’ve drawn them all but never all together, so here they are!

The Falcon and the Wolf Part 2

Summary:  This is an AU where you and Dean have been separated by a terrible curse for over two years.  You’re banding together with some old friends and old enemies to bring down the person responsible in hopes of removing the curse.  If you missed Part 1 get caught up HERE.

Characters: AU!Dean x Reader, AU!Sam, AU!Crowley, AU!Gadreel, AU!John, AU!Charlie, AU!Abbadon, AU!Cas, AU!Metatron (mentioned), AU!Rowena (mentioned), AU!Kevin (mentioned), AU!Cain (mentioned), AU!Arthur (mentioned), AU!Jess (mentioned)

Word Count: 3592

Warnings: blink-and-you-miss-it smut (I don’t know either guys), canon typical angstishness?

A/N:  This is partly inspired by one of my favorite childhood movies Ladyhawke, though I’m taking it in a different direction.  This will be a multi-part series.  This is my first AU series, so feedback is very much appreciated!

Thanks to the fabulous beta @wheresthekillswitch, you are so wonderful! I don’t know what I’d do without you!

Thank you to the amazing @arryn-nyxx for the BEAUTIFUL aesthetic you created!  You capture a feeling with color, light and pictures that I can rarely find with words.

My tags are open so send me a message or an ask if you’d like to be added to the list!

Crowley moves out from the back of the cave.  His black scales make him hard to see but his eyes give him away.  Glowing green, they watch you as you move closer.

“We’ve been looking for you.“

“Well, you’ve found me,” he says turning to go deeper into the cave.

“Wait, we need your help.”

“My help?” he whips around, his huge face mere inches from yours.  “Why should I help you?  Like you helped me when I needed it?”

“I’m sorry, we should have…” you say backing away.

Crowley laughs flapping his huge black wings.  The wolf growls at your side, his hackles rising, as he steps in front of you.

“Shut up dog.  I’m just teasing.  Besides, it’s not so bad being a dragon.”

“Really?”

“Of course, it’s bad!” he roars and the smell of dead meat fills the cave.  “It’s awful!  Why do you think I’m holed up here?”

“That’s why we’re here,” Sam says stepping up next to you.  “We have a plan to get you back to your old self.”

“And just what is this plan?”

“First, we need some information from you,” you say.

“Darling, information doesn’t come cheap.”

Rolling your eyes, you raise your crossbow and squeeze as a bolt zips out, hitting Crowley in his front leg.

“Ow! Hey, that hurt!”

“I’m so sorry princess,” you say lowering your arm.

“Y/N!” Sam gives you a look.

“What?” you shrug.

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The Falcon and the Wolf Part 3

Summary:  This is an AU where you and Dean have been separated by a terrible curse for over two years.  You’re banding together with some old friends and old enemies to bring down the person responsible in hopes of removing the curse.  This is part three in a multi-part series.

If you missed Part 1 get caught up HERE.

If you missed Part 2 get caught up HERE.

Characters: AU!Dean x Reader, AU!Sam, AU!Cas, AU!Gadreel, AU!Arthur, AU!Cain, AU!John, AU!Crowley (mentioned), AU!Jess (mentioned), AU!Abbadon (mentioned), AU!Rowena, AU!Kevin, AU!Metatron (mentioned)

Word Count: 3495

Warnings: SMUT (unprotected sex, wrap it up people), canon typical angst, canon typical violence, death of an animal

A/N:  This is partly inspired by one of my favorite childhood movies Ladyhawke, though I’m taking it in a different direction.  This will be a multi-part series.  This is my first AU series, so feedback is very much appreciated!

Thanks to the fabulous beta @wheresthekillswitch, you are so wonderful! I don’t know what I’d do without you!

Thank you to the amazing @arryn-nyxx for the BEAUTIFUL aesthetic you created!  You capture a feeling with color, light and pictures that I can rarely find with words.

My tags are open so send me a message or an ask if you’d like to be added to the list!

Italics are flashbacks.

Castiel and Gadreel follow you on horseback riding north to find Sir Arthur Ketch.  Castiel’s freedom fighters are heading back to the compound with Sam and Dean.  Truthfully you could have made the journey on your own, but you’re reluctant to visit him alone.  No one has seen or heard from him in the years since the curse took hold.  Recently, word made it back that he was seen near a monastery far east of the Winchester stronghold.  As you soar through the sky your thoughts drift to your times with Arthur Ketch, or Ketch as you always called him.

Stinging pain hits your skin the moment the wooden sword makes contact with your leg.

“Sloppy, Y/N.  You can do better.”

Blowing your hair out of your face you stand with your sword ready again.

“Come at me, love.”

“Gladly,” you say darting toward him, swinging your sword.

Ketch twists out of the way, anticipating his move, you quickly sweep at his legs though he manages to jump away.  You bring your sword over your head; he meets it with his own, leaning into you.

“Getting better, love,” he says looking into your eyes.

“Just wait,” you say pushing away from him.

You circle each other feinting moves, trying to get a read on each other.

“Don’t hesitate, Y/N.  Move.  Action is best.”

You launch towards him again, successfully bluffing him, he goes left and you catch him across his side.

“Very good,” he rubs his side, a smirk playing on his lips.  “Again.”

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If April were a Sailor Scout…hope you like! I’m re-watching one of my favorite childhood series and was inspired.

Doll maker by dolldivine.


This is super cute, I love it! That’s exactly what I would look like in the Sailor Moon universe!

The Falcon and the Wolf Part 7

Summary:  The battle is raging and the enemy is advancing.  Will the curse be broken?

If you need to get caught up, check out the Series Masterlist HERE.                                                 

Characters: AU!Dean x Reader, AU!Sam, AU!Cas, AU!Gadreel, AU!Benny, AU!Meg, AU!John, AU!Crowley, AU!Jess, AU!Rowena

Word Count: 2625

Warnings: SMUT (unprotected sex), canon typical angst and violence

A/N:  This is partly inspired by one of my favorite childhood movies Ladyhawke, though I’m taking it in a different direction.  This is the final part of the multi-part series.

Thank you to my wonderful friend @pinknerdpanda for betaing this for me!  You are fantastic Manda!!


You grind your teeth.  “I did it,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. 

What?”  Lucifer drops Ketch’s body.

You wince as you watch it crumple on the ground. You steel yourself, spinning your sword up in front of you.  “I did it.  I killed your bitch,” you say, smiling. 

“Then you will die bloody,” Lucifer says, ripping Ketch’s sword from his dead hands and stalking towards you.


Like a snake in the grass, Lucifer moves across the battlefield towards you.  Dean, Sam, Jess, Benny, Meg and Rowena are at your side while Crowley swishes his tail behind you; he’s growing increasingly agitated the closer Lucifer gets.

“I need to get to Charlie and Kevin,” Rowena says.  “Lucifer has been siphoning my power.  I need to reverse it so I can break the curses.  Will you help me, Fergus?”

“What?”  He breaks his gaze from Lucifer, coming back to himself as he looks down at Rowena.

“Will you help me?”

“Of course, Mother.”

“You need to keep him occupied,” she says, looking to the rest of you.

“He wants me,” you say to her.  “I’ve got this,” you continue, flipping up your sword.

Rowena grips your sword muttering a spell as Lucifer continues toward you.  The dead rise and follow him and your heart breaks again as you watch Ketch and Cain join the hoard.

“What the hell?” Dean asks and everyone turns, following his gaze.

“That ain’t good,” Benny says.

“You need to hurry,” Sam says to Rowena.  To Dean, he says, “I’m going to check on Dad, then I’ll be back.”

“Go,” Dean growls.

“I’ll take you,” Crowley says.

Releasing your sword Rowena climbs onto Crowley’s back, followed by Sam, then they lift into the sky and fly away; a small part of you wishes you could do the same.

Dean pulls you to him, his kiss rough and urgent, it’s almost enough to make you forget what’s coming.  With his forehead pressed to yours he says, “Keep him busy; don’t let him get too close.”  Then he, Benny and Jess spread out, readying themselves to take on the army of dead building behind Lucifer.

“Looks like everyone’s leaving you,” Lucifer calls, creeping ever closer to you.

“Oh, honey, I’m sticking around; I want to play too,” Meg says, coming to your side.

You spot Castiel across the battlefield with Gadreel.  They’re running, positioning themselves to take on the army from the opposite side.  Keep him busy, you think to yourself.

“Then let’s dance,” he says, stopping a hundred feet away.

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One of my favourite movies from my childhood that I felt inspired to do a pic of! Had a lot of fun with the background once I got in the groove. For those of you who don’t know me or haven’t noticed, I don’t do backgrounds… I’m working on improving that! =^-^=

This will also be available for purchase in my Redbubble shop here: http://www.redbubble.com/people/cpearson/shop

anonymous asked:

Your Atem is amazing!! And it is awesome to finally see some prideshipping cosplay!! They are nowhere near popular enough!! And your wig is one of the most beautiful ones I've ever seen!! How /did/ you manage to make it? Cosplay has been one of my biggest dreams for a while and I've decidedto finally start, and I'd really love to cosplay atem one day, not right of the bat of course... he's been one of my biggest inspirations since childhood and he keeps coming back again and again!

Thanks so much! 💕 It was one of my big goals to finally find fellow Prideshippers (as they were really rare here in Austria/Germany until a while ago) so I’m happy DSoD finally helped me succeed ^__^

For the wig I followed Malinda’s tutorial. By now, the amazing @yaboymegan made another tutorial over here :3

I have a few work in progress photos in the WIP tag if anyone’s curious ^~^