rush name

The amazing @egoiplier-shenanigans has inspired me, through their own amazing writing, to write this. I really hope you like this. Thank you so much for reading!~


The Author stared at his newest protagonist through the monitors. She was average-looking, like most of his subjects. She had fought back when he had first approached her, which hadn’t surprised him. She was stronger than she looked and agile as expected. She’d fit nicely into his next story.

Pen poised over his notebook, The Author began.

Keep reading

7

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;

Backgrounds are hard

3

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.

A friend of mine is taking an astronomy class, and she was telling me about some of the impressively large telescopes that exist throughout the world. These are the sorts of things that cost hundreds-of-millions, sometimes billions of dollars, and see into the deepest, farthest, most distant recesses of space, beyond anything even conceivable in human imagination.

And of course, for projects that take many years, hundreds of people, and billions of dollars, that broaden the entire realm of human understanding, the telescopes need names. And no one tops astronomers at naming.

Ask yourself, what should one call a very large telescope? Something cool? Something unique? Something meaningful. Well ask no more, as astronomers have solved that problem. Allow me to introduce you to the 

Brilliant. Beautiful. Send it to the presses Jim. But wait! What about a telescope that’s even larger! Worry not Jim, as we’ve got that covered:

Of course. Exceptional. Elegant. But wait! What if there’s one even larg–

TL:DR Someone……please help the astronomers. 

its about that tiiiiiiiiime ! i just reached my follower goal ! sorry for the gif but my gorls served looks 

previous urls were minzys, yerins, nayeons, jihos, and smth else i dont remember 

this wont be in alphabetical order cause im too lazy 

im always looking for new mutuals so if youre reading this and im not following you hmu !

👅 = we’re friends and ily 

👀 = why dont you talk to me buddo

Keep reading

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

—-

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.