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Volume warning because I couldn’t not do something for the stick part sorry

Also it’s missing the verse about the net and banana peels cause I couldn’t make it sound nice :’D

Made with the help of this sheet music

And I’m sure you know about it already, but here’s a link to Stefan Karl’s gofundme just in case c:

TianShan Shopping (Scene 6)

*at the grocery store*

Mo Guan Shan: We need to buy bananas as well

He Tian: *grabs Mo and tries to put him in the shopping cart*

Mo Guan Shan: *struggling* What the fuck are you doing?!?!!

He Tian: Oh sorry, I though you were a banana

Mo Guan Shan: …

He Tian: Because I find you a-peeling ;)

Mo Guan Shan: … just go and get the damn bananas, He Tian.



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THIS TEA JUST SENT ME ON A FREAKING NOSTALGIA TRIP TO MY CHILDHOOD

I HAD A BOOK THAT WAS A CHRISTMAS BOOK, AND YOU WOULD FLIP THROUGH THE PAGES AND SMELL THE DIFFERENT SCRATCH AND SNIFF STICKERS

AND THE PEPPERMINT SMELL WAS EXACTLY LIKE THIS TEA, EXACTLY. (THERE ARE DIFFERENT PEPPERMINT SMELLS, BELIEVE ME) I USED TO SMELL IT TO CALM ME DOWN, IT WAS MY FAVORITE PAGE IN THE WHOLE BOOK AND I STILL HAVE IT, EVEN IF YOU CAN BARELY SMELL THE STICKERS.

AAAHHHH

TT^TT

THANK YOU @coconutfanatic

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Steed’s Shifting Worlds: Emma Peel vs Tara King in “Hour That Never Was” and “Get-Away”
Two episodes—”The Hour That Never Was” from Season 4 and “Get-Away” from Season 6—feature Steed reminiscing about his past in the presence of his partner, and introducing he…

Well, the one good thing about Tara King and Season 6 is that they seem to offer really good fodder for blogging.

So I made another blog. Involving Tara. And Season 6.

anonymous asked:

What do you use to leave fine white lines or marks on your works? Wax? Masking fluid? Or just white paint? Your paintings are absolutely stunning, you make me want to pick up my watercolors again

Little white details from my work are often white ink. Big chunks of white are most likely just unpainted areas, aka negative. 

I rarely use masking fluid (unless it’s REALLY NECESSARY). I had a very traumatic experience back in my high school art class, where I peeled the masking fluid off my finished, final art work, and it ripped a whole chunk of paint and paper off… :’(

southpawed, of river
birch bark peeled
up      in torn flesh sap
seeping,               see

sore eyes of the disenchanted
of those who no longer love 

taking, under, under
-taking, take her

the bright signature of burning

concept: everybody gathered at magnus’s loft for movie night, pillows and blankets spread all over the floor, the tv screen illuminating the whole room, each of them lying on top of someone else, fighting over blankets, eating clementines and occasionally throwing a peel at someone’s head, the air smelling sweet of winter and warmth and love. after he sets up the movie, magnus tries to navigate through the mess of tangled legs, stepping on a few and earning half-hearted yells of protest, in his quest to reach the empty spot next to alec. when he does, he curls up under the blanket, resting his head on alec’s chest, his excuse being that there was no pillow left for him; neither believed it, and neither cared. he breathes in the scent of fresh laundry, of comfort, of home, and tries his hardest not to drift off when the movie is only 15 minutes in. but the distant, muffled chatter of everyone around, the steady rise and fall of alec’s chest and the gentle, rhythmical thread of alec’s fingers through his hair do little to help in that regard, lulling him to sleep almost instantly, soft lips pressed to the crown of his head being the last thing he feels.

anonymous asked:

Yoosung with bathroom?

Bathroom

How does the character prepare in the morning?

 Peels himself out of bed and hops in the shower. When he gets out he brushes his teeth and takes time to style his hair. He tries to make breakfast every morning but sometimes he sleeps in and leaves hungry.

Do they sing in the shower?

Yes. Badly lolol. Usually pop songs and he’ll dance a little bit, too.

What kind of hair product/make-up do they use?

Hair spray! Without it his hair would kinda fall flat.

How clean is this character?

He’s pretty clean. If gaming doesn’t get in the way. Sometimes he stays up too late raging and doesn’t have time for a shower in the morning.

Does the character have thousands of shampoo/shower gel bottles by the shower, or do they use only the bare essentials?

Nope. He doesn’t have the money for all of that. He just buys the basic cheapie stuff from the store, he’s not very particular about it.

I think once taakos comfortable with cooking again, kravitz would wanna see him in action… and maybe kravitz would offer to help out by doing the prep work so taako can focus on the more important stuff… Which would probably be too close to the dynamic of sizzle it up with taako, so instead taako would do the peeling and dicing and mincing for kravitz to try and cook something (probably badly since i’m gunna guess its been a Really Long Time since he’s had to work with food) but it would be really endearing and i’m getting emotional

serenity-fails  asked:

CURVEBALL: Josephine/Marjolaine

once upon a time I asked my TL for prompts to dash off when I needed to keep my creative dick hard, here is one. (This was not remotely a curveball, for the record, this is the exact kind of thing I like)

It was said, by people who were lying, and who had immediately had cause to regret their lies, that Marjolaine was out of the Game, that she had been glad to retire to the countryside and play the noble widow, hosting parties and stag hunts, keeping well out of politics. There was a house party on, now. Leliana had come as Lady Dorothée, a cover she’d spent years establishing (while rejecting its namesake’s job offers), and after a display of hauteur to peel the paint from the wall, no one had questioned her belonging.

Marjolaine had found herself some new little birds, the very minor agents, disposable, since Leliana last saw her. She had always had any number of lackeys, wandering minstrels with garottes disguised as spare lutestrings, nobles who bankrolled her operations, all of whom had been half or more in love with her, but Leliana had always been the most important of them all. Handpicked, molded in her own image—was there any higher honor? To be trained up by the greatest bard in an age? To sit at the left hand of power?

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