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Vol’jin had been stabbed after he had rushed to Prince Anduin’s aid - a Felguard would have killed the boy had he not. While he was preoccupied, and the others were engaged in chaotic combat, another Felguard struck him through the abdomen. It was only a matter of time before he collapsed, but not after dispatching of both.

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One night, Junkrat was screwing around and broke his robotic arm. I like to think he is ashamed of his missing arm and feels like a disgusting thing because of it but Roadhog won’t let him think that.
Also, I just wanted to make some sad Junkrat ;u;

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I can honestly say that RWBY is the first fandom I’ve been in where I ship all the ships. Like any pairing could become cannon and I’d be fine with it.

“ White chocolate or Dark chocolate? Take your pick.”

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I haven’t done any Mystic Messenger fanart before and I just had to after playing the Valentines Day DLC.

anonymous asked:

What do you do when you feel disconnected from those around you or when you're feeling burnt out? What advice would you give to combat loneliness?

I write. I play music loudly. I put extra lotion on my face and hands, and I sing softly under my breath. I make myself dinner, usually something I haven’t had in a while. I try not to look at the news. I wear a sheer or lacy bra under a soft soft sweatshirt that has a hole in the right cuff. I take a long hot shower. I clean my stove. I call my mother. I put on make up and dance with my cat in my arms across the room. 

I grab a book and I go out and sit at the end of the bar and I order a double rye whiskey with almost no ice. I read and sip. I casually glance about. 

I play the music even louder and I take off my socks and I flex my feet. I revel in how many different places my feet have taken me. I might feel sad about the people who’s feel may have brushed mine. Whether it was my college best friend and I on the couch in my apartment sipping hot tea and laughing uproariously as our feet rested next to each other. Or maybe the first time my ex and I made love in the morning on the couch in his apartment and our feet kept brushing. Or the times my feet brushed against a friends as we stood close, or under a table in a crowded bar. 

I go through the packed and disorganized drawers in my house and find a matchbook from my favorite bar in Manhattan and I try and remember how I used the only two matches that are missing. I think about sharing drinks with friends at that bar and how nice it was to be familiar with Nolita and it’s streets and gems. 

I burn sage and incense. I don’t say a word for hours. I practice my signature and lament at the fact that Katharine never looks good compared to my rushed and crazed last name in pen. I water my plants and I rearrange all the furniture in my apartment. 

I text everyone who makes my soul sing, and never worry about them getting back to me. Just letting them know that they’re on my mind. 

Be kind to yourself. Excessively. Be sweet and gentle. Take time for yourself and do almost nothing. It helps. Then, take the time to be ruthlessly productive. Tackle your closet. Or a project you’ve set aside. Don’t stay still too long, but don’t rush. Just ride it out while staying aware. 

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anyways here are my versions of joey and henry that i started a while ago but due to school wasnt able to get done :v

Behold French!Graves

Or, that one AU in which Grindelwald erased Graves’ memories and dumped him in Europe, leaving him alone to rebuild his life from scratch. Everyone believes him dead. Newt and Credence run into him in France by accident. 


They’d been staying in Paris for a couple of days, trying to find the wizard Newt was searching for. Another supposed expert when it came to magical beasts. Newt absolutely wanted to talk with him about the Beast of the Gévaudan, and other legendary creatures he’d heard originated from France.

There were staying at a Hotel in separate rooms, a cheap but nice place to be with everything they needed. America was far behind, now. It had been two years since the debacle with the Obscurus in New York, and a year and 9 months since Newt Scamander found Credence residing in his suitcase, occupying the freezing landscape in his Obscurus form.

He’d taken Credence with him, refusing to tell anyone about his discovery, and offered to teach Credence magic. With Newt at his side, Credence had grown. He’d learned to raise his head higher when he talked, had learned to be more confident when he expressed his opinions, had learned to say what he liked and disliked and most of all, he’d learned to control the dark force within him and now managed to do actual magic. Sure, there was still a lot to accomplish yet, but Credence was a far cry from what he’d been a few years ago. He’d let his hair grow as well, getting rid once and for all of the horrible haircut Mary Lou gave him. It was still short but it curled around a bit, giving his face a gentleness he thought didn’t resemble him.

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Renaming band members
  • Rush:
  • Slappa Da Bass
  • Ayn Drum
  • This Mother Fucker
  • Yes:
  • Innocence
  • Bass of the Ocean Variety
  • Steeb 1
  • Bacon Curry Boi
  • No
  • No's Replacement
  • Okaye
  • Spleen Queen
  • King Crimson:
  • Cappuccino w Anger
  • Bass 2 Loud
  • No but Happy
  • ???????the fuck u doin??
  • Violin(ce)
  • Sassy Cat Food
  • Hippy Man who only worked on the first album
  • ELP:
  • FUCK ING THEM SYNTH
  • In and around the Lake
  • Master Ninja Theme Song
  • Pink Floyd:
  • Octopiegui
  • Satan's evil cousin
  • Guitar Jesus
  • Cat son
  • Cars and pies and memes
  • Genesis:
  • Angry Princess
  • Weed man
  • Fursona activated
  • Angry pop
  • No the Revenge
  • Who knows???