otp: please don't make me like you

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right now @gryffindored is on a plane somewhere over the pacific heading in the wrong direction. my heart is sore and sad and small and sorry. she has changed my world in a way i don’t have words for, and never will – for none are big enough. i can’t believe that this time yesterday i had her hand in mine and now she is far far away and getting further every minute. time with ashley is magic,, these two weeks have been perfect,, the world is always brighter with her in it. my beautiful girl. please come home. your room is waiting, my heart is waiting, our lives are waiting to begin. together. i am in love with you.

anonymous asked:

I've been following for for so long, and yes, all your legacies have broken me to pieces, and I've loved them all. But I will never love a couple like I loved Caleb, and Melody. The heart ache that I feel for them is so real. Every time I saw Caleb without Melody I got extremely emotional. They are definitely my OTP of your legacies, and I honestly don't think that will change (But maybe it will because you're so good at what you do) Please keep up the good work!!

oh my god, I don’t even know what to say, this just makes me so happy that you love them like I love them. omg. thank you so so much ❤️!!

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Watch the Queen of Hearts, folks. She’s the money card.

“Who is that?” Mabel asked once she’d caught up and they’d ducked into a cafeteria.
      “Sam Lloyd.” Evie nearly spat the name. She told them about her encounter with him at Pennsylvania Station, about how he’d kissed her and picked her pocket.
      Theta sipped her coffee, leaving a perfect red Cupid’s bow mark on the white ceramic cup. “He looks like he could make off with more than just your twenty dollars, if you catch my drift. You better keep an eye on that one, Evil.”
      “I don’t have enough eyes to keep on that one,” Evie grumbled.

I’ve been wanting to draw a ‘creepy’ picture of myself and Crona for a long time… and also tbh I’m REALLY drawn to the creepy faces that Crona makes <3
(I swear I’m not actually licking my arm)

(Crona is agender and my headcanon is that he goes by he/him and she/her, please respect his gender identity and use those pronouns for him when referring to my art)
please do not like or reblog if you are kin with Crona or anything related , thank you for helping me keep my anxiety at a minimum  ^u^ /)

Double Date (by Marc Ellerby, from the 11th Doctor Titan Comics #9) featuring the Ponds and 11/River
  • Rory: *out at dinner with Amy* Isn't it nice to get out of that TARDIS for one night? Leave all the timey-wimey hoo-ha behind and have a bit of alone time just the two of...
  • The Doctor: *walks in with River* HELLO PONDS!
  • Rory: *splurts drink*
  • The Doctor: *leaning over* What are you both doing here?
  • Amy: We're on a date.
  • The Doctor: What a coincidence--so are we! Scooch up, we'll join you.
  • River: Ummmmm.
  • The Doctor: Oh, it can be a double date! This will be fun!
  • River: Spoilers: it won't be.
  • Waiter: *to River* Miss, shall I take your coat?
  • River: *whispers* Oh, nooo. I'm not appropriately dressed for a night out with the parents.
  • The Doctor: Like you're ever appropriately dressed.
  • River: I've never heard you complain, Sweetie.
  • *laughing*
  • Rory: *looks mortified*
  • Rory: *to waiter* Excuse me, can I get another glass of wine please?
  • Amy: Best make it a bottle.
  • Rory: Two bottles.
  • The Doctor: *wraps arm around Rory* Ahh, come on Dad, lighten up, this will be great! You don't mind me calling you "Dad", do you?
  • Rory: *looks even more mortified*
  • Rory: *to waiter* I think we better make it three bottles.
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Samifer AU(-ish) where Sam finds Lucifer and brings him back to the bunker and Dean is less than happy. Sam’s determined to convince his brother that Lucifer can behave, and Lucifer that humans aren’t so bad, but Dean is ignoring them both and Lucifer won’t stop insulting the human race. However, despite Sam’s worries, both may be slowly coming round to the idea of at least trying to get along.

FREE OT3 OR MORE.
  • Why shipping only 2 people together when you could ship 3 or more people together at the same time ?
  • Well, ofc, you can do whatever the fuck you want (except for the "I hate your ship and your OTP so I make post about them for telling everyone how they suck together" thing)
  • But, please, stop bashing me or someone else for liking polyamorous ships.
  • (Because they're so fucking good and important to me btw.)
  • Just stop the hate, peace and chill dudes.
  • Just a little reminder too : YOUR SHIP IS VALID.
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Person:</b> You're otp is offensive, please don't make fan content please, I don't appreciate it<p/><b>Me:</b> well excuse you let me tell you a thing or two.<p/><b>Me:</b> *clears throat* if you don't ship my ships, if you don't Like my content, then you know what you can do to stop seeing it?<p/><b>Person:</b> what?<p/><b>Me:</b> you can stay the h*ll away from my blog you intrusive little sh*t<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
When my OTP decides to do their own thing, mental plot outline be damned.
  • Me: *glares at characters*
  • Me: I know you want to do the thing, but don't do the thing.
  • Characters: Please? S'il vous plait?
  • Me: No. Stop. I know you're my OTP, but--
  • Characters: Pleease?
  • Me: Oh come on guys. The library is like THE most predictable place to start making out.
  • OTP: WE DON'T GIVE A FLYING FRENCH BAGUETTE. YOU'LL LISTEN TO WHAT WE WANT AND YOU'LL LIKE (AND WRITE) IT!
  • Me:
  • Me: Okay, you win.
  • Me: *under breath* Again.

Many of my followers are EreR* fans and I really wonder why you follow me then, but it doesn’t matter, thanks for liking my art and supporting me, but I was asked by some of you if I ever could draw EreR*.

To cut it short: NO!

My heart belongs to EruRi and most important to Erwin. Thus, please don’t ask me anymore to draw your OTP. I’m flattered when you ask me because you like my art that much, but nothing will make me draw my NOTP, but you’re welcome to my blog if you also enjoy EruRi.

Thank you for your understanding.

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It makes no difference where I turn. I can’t get over you and the flame still burns. 

bat bat bat bat bat bat bat

simple picture with my OC as her theme animal if she could actually fully transform, which she still cannot, but HEY she looks adorable anyway (especially hanging off Crona’s arm like that)

there will be a video tutorial/speedpaint of this coming soon too!

(Crona is agender and my headcanon is that he goes by he/him and she/her, please respect his gender identity and use those pronouns for him when referring to my art)
please do not like or reblog if you are kin with Crona or anything related , thank you for helping me keep my anxiety at a minimum  ^u^ /)

"Aren't you somethin' to admire?
'Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror
And I can't help but notice
You reflect in this heart of mine
If you ever feel alone and
The glare makes me hard to find
Just know that I'm always
Parallel on the other side"

I'd like to dedicate this to a very sweet and supportive friend, merryx3108
Vampire Pizza Delievery Service
  • Simon: Rafa, what if we started a vampire pizza delivery service?
  • Raphael: Simon, shut the fuck up.
  • Simon: Okay but listen, it would make so much money.
  • Raphael: I'm going to set you out in the sun if you don't let me SLEEP.
  • Simon: Do it, I dare you. I'll make a little blanket fort in front of the hotel until you let me back in.
  • Raphael: I guess you'll just have to live in a blanket fort forever then.
  • Simon: You'd let me back in after a few days.
  • Raphael: That sounds like a test.
  • Simon: Rafa, please don't kick me out of the hotel, we've already gone through this. I'll be good I swear. But don't ask if blood starts going missing and you smell pizza all the time.
  • Raphael: Oh no no Simon, you already wanted to make the bet, get your blankets and get out.
  • (Raphael totally let Simon in after like a week.)

I count you
by hues of blue
and jumpers too large

I count you
by scribbled lyrics
and beats per verse

I count you
by cups of coffee
and haphazardly written drafts

I count you
by saxophone pieces
and doors slamming shut at night

I count you
by splitting headaches
and glasses of water by my bedside

I count you
by popcorn bowls
and empty cartons of milk

I count us
by stolen glances
and words unsaid
and in nights spent beneath someone else’s embrace

I count and count too much
because there is too much of us
hidden in empty spaces
that hollow out our hearts

—  Counting is like searching but with quantity || m.s.t