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David Tennant on The Last Leg (27 January 2017)

“It’s all gonna be okay. Trust me. I’m the Doctor. But, it’s up to us to make it okay. It’s time to be positively rebellious and rebelliously positive. As long as we stand up for what we believe in, don’t give in to anger or violence, look out for the little guy, keep an eye on the big guys, refuse to keep our mouth shut, and just generally try not to be dicks, every little thing is gonna be alright.”

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Being an hero isn’t half as glamorous as they make it sound, really

lizardcool17  asked:

Prompt: Mickey accidentally summons an incubus named Emil and now he won't go away. (Sorry I couldn't help myself)

Oh my gosh, yes!
So, I had this idea that Mickey and the incubus meet every night and, even though he’s not the real Emil, Mickey pretends he is and cries after. The real Emil starts noticing that Mickey is upset and his concern only hurts him and it was going to be all drawn out and angsty…
But then I wrote this instead. ENJOY!! ♥

Michele was drawn from a peaceful sleep by delicious heat making its way up his spine. He shivered, his body free of clothing and covers and completely exposed to the cool air of his hotel room. He thought at first that Sara had stolen the blankets - as she often did - but then he remembered that they were not sharing a room this time.

He would have pondered the sudden chill more, but all thought fled from his mind when he felt something warm and wet on his inner thigh. The caress traveled up to his hipbone, where something - or someone - bit him.

Michele yelped and sat up, now fully awake. He kicked at whatever had been between his legs and grabbed for the sheet, pulling it up to his chin.

“W-Who’s there?” he asked, blindly reaching for the light. He knocked over the phone and a box of tissues before finally hitting the switch. The room was flooded with golden light from the bedside lamp. And there, at the end of his bed, rubbing his ribs with a pained look on his face was none other than, “Emil?”

“Yes?” the other man looked up, his familiar deep blue eyes glinting in the light. But wait, something was wrong. Michele blinked several times before rubbing at his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

Emil had wings. Albeit tiny wings, but wings none the less. They were black and resembled those of a bat. And, sprouting from his dark sandy locks were two curved horns.

“Emil, what?”

“Emil, huh?” He smiled, no, grinned deviously. “So, that’s the form I’ve taken.” He crept closer, crawling on his hands and knees. Then he reached forward and plucked the sheets from Michele’s fingers, drawing them back and tossing them out of the way before once again kneeling before him.

“What’s going on?” Michele drew his brows down in confusion and yelped when Emil placed a hand on each of his knees, forcefully spreading his legs apart. “EMIL!” he shouted, scandalized. “What are you doing?!”

“What does it look like?” The other quirked a brow. “I’m eating.”

“E-E-E-” Michele stammered, unable to finish the word. 

“Now, be a good little boy and go back to sleep,” Emil purred, kissing the inside of Michele’s knee. “Or,” he looked up, eyes impossibly dark, “Stay up and enjoy it.”

Heat pooled in Michele’s stomach and between his legs as his heart did a little flip. But even though Emil looked amazingly sexy as he dotted a trail of searing kisses up Michele’s thigh, that didn’t mean Michele would forgive him for sneaking into the room and violating him.

“Emil, get a hold of yourself!” Michele growled, palming the other’s forehead and shoving him off. “What’s gotten into you?”

The other man huffed, his small black wings fanning out and a tail Michele hadn’t noticed before flicking from side to side in impatience.

“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

“Easy? Emil what-”

“I’m not Emil.” He rolled his eyes. “I’d rather skip the explanation, but I’m curious.” He chewed on his lower lip - Emil’s lower lip? - and frowned. “We incubi have the ability to take on the form of the one you most desire. So, I’m wondering why you’re fighting me on-”

“The what?” Michele’s eyes were wide, his mouth agape.

“The one you most desire,” he repeated. “Your Emil.”

“Whoa, wait!” Michele held his hands up, his face burning. “Emil’s not my-”

“But clearly he is.” The fake Emil gave a little shrug. “Otherwise, I would have taken another form.”

Michele’s head was spinning. What was going on? He didn’t have feelings for Emil. Right? No, of course not! That was ridiculous. Even if the other skater had matured quite a bit - but no, no, no. And, wait, what was that about incubi?

“Anyway,” the fake Emil continued, “I’m starving, so if you wouldn’t mind-”

Just then, the electronic lock beeped and the hotel room door swung open.

“I wish you would have come with us, Mickey. The club was-” Emil froze, staring at them, his key card slipping from his fingers and hitting the carpet with a soft plop that seemed to echo in the small room.

Michele panicked. How could he have forgotten that he and Emil were sharing a room? And, more importantly, how was he supposed to explain why he was naked on the bed with another Emil between his legs?

“Um…” he began.

“Mickey.” Emil took a staggering step forward, the door closing behind him with a click. He glanced between them. “Why are there two of you?”

The incubus gave a toothy grin before winking at Michele. “Looks like I won’t be going home hungry after all.”

Thanks for this prompt!! ♥

Pssst: Being trans, or gay or bi, or a lesbian, or black, or a woman, or disabled, or a minor, or whatever are all perfectly wonderful things in and of themselves, but they don’t make you incapable of being an asshole

anonymous asked:

is it wrong to have a wallet chain? is this the next 'can't tie your shirt on your hips' kinda thing?

um first of all everyone can tie their shirts around their waists i really don’t understand why everyone made fun of him for this:

it’s super fucking hot and i wish he had kept it like that for the whole day but alas~

the thing with the wallet chain is that jensen tends to wear some incredibly… hipster dad clothes. in his downtime he dresses like a 90s grunge store thrift shopper rock star and it drives me absolutely wild for some reason. this post is me. 

most obvious example of this heart-stopping aesthetic is of course the wallet chain:

and even worse is the pharrell hat (plus a bonus wallet chain??):

the denim jacket is also a nice touch. put jensen in more worn denim jackets 2k17.

other honorable mentions: the hideous mustard pants and jensen’s collection of bracelets.

he hasn’t really experimented with shoes much yet, but i would KILL to see him in this pair that misha has:

they definitely fit his style. these plus the above denim jacket? that’s it goodbye i am down for the count, mi amigo.

anyway my ultimate wish is for ^ those shoes + pharrell hat + wallet chain + beard onstage at a panel. i have been mercilessly kinkshamed for this (aHEM MCK AYL A) but i refuse to give up hope.

(so no, the wallet chain is not a bad thing at all.)

Ah! I love your boi so much?!
I had to submit because I don’t usually like to post any art on my blog. (For obvious reasons) but I had to draw him! I hope it’s not to bad, have a great day!

////hhhhholy fuck man I love this so much?? Like I just!!!! Aaa!!! You art style is so good?? Its like chunky and blocky but in a good way and its just so nice to look at and I love the little flowers and?? You did such a good job coloring?? Thank you so much!!!!! I love it!!!!

Here it is!!! The big project I was working on the past few months! I couldn’t post it in time for the Sonic’s 23rd Anniversary for obvious school reasons…
Also it’s not quite…fully finished yet, I have to wait for my friend (http://thejegsu.tumblr.com/ )’s part to be complete :> In the meanwhile,I hope you enjoy this <3

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I got myself a little toy at the bookstore this afternoon.  (Coin shown for scale.)