seriously i am serious

anonymous asked:

This is really random so feel free to not answer this but do you have any good anime recommendations?

Sorry, there are no good animes

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Besides everything that I have going on the side, I want to raise some awareness about a specific person. 
I am not usually one for drama but when it concerns friends and mutuals I have VERY STRONG FEELINGS on art theft and reposting! Especially when I can help it!!

There was a post floating around here:
https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard/blog/magearchivist/158820265052

I instantly recognized this as Simika’s wonderful artwork and I was irritated to see it on here. Just because you put a tiny source link does not mean it is okay to repost without permission! Unless permission is explicitly given you should. not. do. it.

So I messaged this person, you can see the conversation I had with them. They seemed…… ok? Very formal, but all that did was sugar-coat their really selfish intentions. I ended up speaking with Simika about this, as you can see from the screenshot below, as they are one of my mutuals…. I got clear instructions to ask them to take it down. So I sent the screenshot. This very “formal and polite” person who “takes art theft very seriously” blocked me shortly afterwards. They did not take the post down.

… What to do? I’m furious. I cannot report artwork that isn’t my own and Simika does not know English. If maybe you can send them an ask asking them to take down the artwork… I do not suggest attacking, that is never acceptable, but there is a lesson here as well….. Just because you source does not make it okay to repost….. Especially when the artist says so.

(sigh
it is such a problem, I am frustrated and unsure what to do at this point.

anonymous asked:

can the mun draw themselves as a pony

The Songs of Distant Earth

Guess who just watched every episode of Voltron in three days for the first time??? Title is blatantly borrowed from a sci-fi book that I LOVE by Arthur C. Clarke. (Pls read it if you like serious sci-fi.) P.S. The two songs mentioned here are “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” by Israel “IZ” Kamakawiwo-ole, and “White Rabbit” by Jefferson Airplane, if you want to listen to them as you read. Which I would strongly advise, lol. 

Spoiler alert if you haven’t caught up yet.

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Keith is staring at nothing when the knock comes at the door. For a minute he stays right where he is: arms strewn idly at his sides, boots discarded at the foot of the bed, day clothes only half-exchanged for nightwear before he gave up and laid down a couple hundred tics ago. A couple more pass.

Slowly.

The knocker knocks again, no more or less insistently.

On the other side of the door, Lance is frowning. None of them are doing very well without Shiro. It’s been a full Terran month now since his disappearance, and the ship is slowly falling prey to the most dreaded of all fates: a return to normalcy. No one wants normalcy. They want their leader back. Their friend. Without his leadership each new partially drawn-up plan feels hollow and pointless. Without Shiro, Voltron is nothing more than a chicken running around with its head cut off. Ha, ha. Good one, Lance… Fighting the endless crushing void of depression with dark humor is a dubious coping mechanism, but hey, it’s all he’s got. It’s better than just waltzing straight into the void, y’know?

Speaking of which.

Lance gathers his resolve and knocks on the door in front of him for a third time. The alien metal is ice on his bare knuckles. None of them are doing well, but if you were to ask Lance, Keith is doing the worst.

He’s about to knock a fourth time when the door abruptly slides open. “H-hey buddy,” Lance says dumbly. He knows his grin must look like it’s scribbled on in crayon, but he can’t help grinning anyway. It’s all he knows. A childhood of lying through his teeth to younger siblings about the darker aspects of life, the universe, and everything (and a subsequent year in space lying through his helmet about the odds of survival to civilians midrescue) has trained him too thoroughly. Happy Face Mode is automatic.

“What?” Keith knows that everyone is probably concerned about his refusal to participate in anything beyond training and war meetings but he doesn’t really care. Most everyone has gathered that Keith wants to be alone. Most. Lance, however. Suffice it to say that Lance appearing in the middle of the night to try and goad Keith into god knows what is no new thing. The familiar cadence of this visit doesn’t make it any less annoying, though. “Alright,” he deadpans when a few more tics have passed without Lance moving or saying anything at all, “good talk,” and moves to close his door.

“Wait!” he blurts, and his arm is shoved through the door into Keith’s room, keeping him from touching the closing mechanism. “You weren’t sleeping, were you? No? Okay cool. I have something I wanna show you.”

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Bonus:


If you think Kylo doesn’t have a craft station where he makes adorable little cards for his favourite Space Ginger then boy do I have news for you.

And if you think that Hux doesnt give him shit for it, well. 


I dont think anyone misses the reference but if you did, please make your world a brighter place and watch this.

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Soooo I can’t be the only one who assumed Doc’s note was gonna be baby name suggestions, right?

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His Name [2]

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
Words: 8k
Genre: Angst, Multiple Personality!Au
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.
→ Inspired by the Korean Drama - Kill Me Heal Me
Warnings: Topics of mental health, mentions of death and medical disorders. 
Disclaimer: Although this piece of work required lots of in-depth research and was attempted to be as accurate as possible, at the end of the day, I am not a psychologist and this is fanfiction. Specific things may be altered or exaggerated for story-telling purposes. Please take all medical terminologies and procedures with a grain of salt.

Cr.

Evaluation Report #1
Patient: Jeon Jungkook
Diagnosis: Dissociative Identity Disorder
-Information insufficient to draw any conclusions or conclusive treatment plans.
-Patient is associated with at least five other identities.
-Patient most often switches under stressful environments - essential to build tolerance. 
-Further inquiry is required (cause, personalities, purpose, innermost conflict, etc). 
-Further investigation is required.


He scratches the back of his neck, showing signs of obvious reluctance. He sighs once before beginning again. “It feels like I’m sleeping. I get..blackouts and I become unconscious.” He swallows, eyes flickering up to yours as if you’ll think he’s absolutely insane. “I have no idea what they’re up to, what they’ve done or where they’ve been.”

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Friends with benefits

(A/N): I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 

Request: Could you do another LoganXReader fanfic where the reader has deep feelings for Logan but they have a friends with benefits relationship going on, and she’s scared to mess it up but after they get intimate he tells her he actually cares for her?

 Warnings: suggestive themes, swearing


Originally posted by myfrustrationissexual

  (Y/N) pants softly as Logan collapses beside them, panting himself. They so desperately wanted to reach out, curl up into Logan’s chest, tell him how much they loved him but they couldn’t- that was against the rules. (Y/N) loved Logan more than anything or anyone else in the world but there was one slight setback; they were only friends with benefits, sex with no strings attached.

   At the beginning of the whole FWB thing they had established a set of rules that they had to follow so that neither of them got attached, guess those worked out well considering how much (Y/N) loved Logan. There wasn’t a day that went by where (Y/N) so desperately wanted to tell Logan how they felt about him but then again they didn’t want to mess up the whole FWB thing they had going on. (Y/N) was stuck at a crossroads, at a very painful, awkward crossroads, They were in love with their best friend who they were also having the best sex of their life with. 

  “Hey bub,” Logan’s knuckles gently brush along their browbone, making them smile just the tiniest bit. Logan smiles at them as he brushes some of their sweaty hair from their face, his touch so soft and so adoring (Y/N) nearly broke down then and there and proclaimed their love for Logan. “What'cha thinkin’ about?”

   "Nothing much,“ (Y/N) lies through their teeth, hoping that their fake smile was enough to convince Logan. 

  "You’re lying,” Logan notes as he squints his eyes scrutinizingly. “And not very well either,” even despite the situation (Y/N) smiles softly, a small chuckle falling from their lips at Logan’s words.

   "I’m trying my best,“ 

  "Well try harder,” Logan muses, a small albeit cool smirk to his lips. “What’s botherin’ you? Is it the sex? Is it not good enough for ya anymore?” There was no malice behind his words, if anything just a soft kind of amusement; he damn well knew it wasn’t the sex, the sex was great. 

  “No, it’s not that….well- actually,” (Y/N) stops themself, biting down on their lip so hard they nearly drew blood. “Never mind, forget I said anything," 

  "Oh come on,” Logan chuckles softly. “You gotta tell me now,”

  “No,” (Y/N) shakes their head, sighing as they do. “Plus, I probably need to get going, I think we’re pushing the ‘only stay ten minutes afterwards’ rule,” (Y/N) grumbles less than happily as they clamber out of bed, already searching for their clothes. 

  They had taken all but one step when suddenly there’s a calloused hand clasped around their wrist, tugging them backwards slightly. 

  “About that rule, I think we should get rid of it,” (Y/N) raises their eyebrows as they look at Logan, trying to gauge whether or not he was serious. 

  “Logan-" 

  "I know we set it up for a reason (Y/N) but I’m so sick of you leaving a minute after we finish, it just- I don’t like it," 

  "We can’t Logan, you already know this-" 

  "Goddammit (Y/N),” Logan growls in annoyance as he runs a hand down his face. “I’m trying to tell you I fucking like you, okay?” (Y/N) looks at him, eyes wide, lips parted in surprise. Did he- was he really being serious? Did Logan howlett really have feelings for (Y/N)? 

  “Are you bullshitting me?" 

  "No.” Logan shakes his head. “I’m not,”

  “You’re being dead serious?”

  “Yes (Y/N),” Logan looks at them seriously, “I am being dead serious,” (Y/N) lightly quivers on the spot, the shock of Logan’s words finally settling in. He liked them back, Logan Howlett really did care for (Y/N). 

  Wordlessly (Y/N) slidback into bed, much to Logan’s delight. The warm man wrapped his arms around (Y/N), pulling them to his chest as he buried his face in their hair. 

  This was completely new territory, Logan and (Y/N) had never discussed what would happen if one of them fell in love, it was out of the question and yet here they were, so close that (Y/N) could feel Logan’s heartbeat against their chest. 

  “Isn’t this breaking the rules?” (Y/N) whispers tiredly as they nuzzle into Logan’s chest, smiling just the tiniest bit. 

  “Fuck the rules,” Logan smiles as he presses a soft kiss to the top of (Y/N)’s head, letting his lips linger for a moment before he pulls back, settling his cheek against their head. “If I want to sleep with you I’m going to, if I wake up and decide to kiss you and tell you that I love you I’m going to do just that," 

  "Hmm, sounds heavenly,” Logan smiles as he gently rubs circles into (Y/N)’s back, making them shiver and press even closer to him. With a little smirk Logan let his eyes close, his exhaustion finally getting the better of him. 

  “Yeah,” Logan whispers through a yawn. “Yeah, it does,”

friendship goals

inspired by my friendship with @botanistlester 

summary: if dan and phil were platonic best friends who shared everything, this is how they’d talk to each other

words: 879

“Phil… I just, I really like him, you know? But he’s like, three years older than me, and I’m pretty sure he’s had like ten boyfriends by now, and I’m – I’m,” Dan whispered over the phone, hiding his eyes with his hand even though he knew Phil couldn’t seem him.

His best friend sat quiet on the other end of the line save for his breathing, which was as calming and shallow as always. Dan tried to focus on that, rather than the panic constricting his heart.

“But you like him,” Phil stated calmly.

Dan nodded his head before realizing Phil couldn’t see that, and then managed a meek little, “Yes.”

“Then I don’t see what the problem is?”

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The Hottie Next Door

Characters : Chris Evans x Reader

Summary : Chris moves in next door. Only thing is, he isn’t alone. *based off my out of bounds series*

Warning : Language?

Word Count : 2,521 

A/N : So i thought it’d be fun to rewrite my very first series!!! I hope you all enjoy!! 

Sounds of loud laughter coming from outside of your window, woke you from dead sleep. Almost startling you.

You huffed as you turned to your side, to glance at the clock on your night stand.

“7:30?!” You groaned to yourself, growing annoyed.

Today is Saturday. The only day you ever get to sleep in. But alas, your neighbors decided otherwise.

You tore herself out of bed, knowing damn well you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.

“I can’t wait to move out.” You sighed.

Your phone lit up with a sound of an alert. A notification popping up from your best friend, Riley.

Good morning sleeping beauty! The boys and I are going to get some coffee, want to join?

Though, You would much rather stay in bed and chill, coffee did sound perfect right about now. Especially after the rude awakening you had.

I’m down. Starbucks, downtown?

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anonymous asked:

Can you draw Maul and Ezra from Rebels please? :D

Ezra is like… 95% sure that’s not how you open the Holocron.  97%.