she was always my favorite!!

I’m back at the same summer job that I had last year (receptionist at a camping resort). And just as last year I cannot bring all my ponies with me even if I wanted to. But I had to bring some with me at least and choose these three: Fizzy, since she is my favorite, and Strawberry Surprise and Scrumptious since they always make me think of summer. I am going to try and take a lot of photos of them.

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Sara Lance taking over typical heterosexual endings (1x08/2x12)

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  • Five year old me: "Mommy, Wonder Woman is my favorite. Because she is a girl and her costume makes sense and she has a lasso."
  • Mom then: "That's right! And she can twirl to change her clothes. Very useful."
  • Me today: "DIANA IS MY PRECIOUS ANGEL BABY AND I WILL FIGHT FOR HER TO BE HAPPY OKAY."
  • Mom today: *applause and cheering as Diana runs out into battle*
J, The Amethyst with the single rose curl

Daww look at all of these cute Quartz sisters together reunited :)

Wait a sec…that Ame on the right. I think she’s called 8XJ, but lets call her J for short.

DAT CURL

DAT BEAUTIFUL LONELY ROSE CURL

DID THE SHOW JUST REPRESENT MY HAIR? A SINGLE ROSE CURL?
(In rare occasions I have two on each side)
ALL FOLKS WITH A SINGLE ROSE CURL UNITE WITH ME AND CELEBRATE THIS WONDERFUL EVENT WE JUST WITNESSED!

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We won’t be silent. We will speak out. And we will persist.

anonymous asked:

I love your drawing of Alexstrasza! She's my favorite character but I always have trouble drawing her. Do you by chance have any tips?

thank you!! this is how I generally draw her:

I stick rather close to her official design, I just give her bigger horns, more hair fluff and a………..proper armor. so just start with a normal belf base and then add details!

Not so hypothetically, but actually, a date

aka, what could have happened if Chase’s minions had been so kind as to hold off on their kidnapping spree an extra 24 hours

for my friends on twitter who told me I should write this and know I can’t say no to them :) 

psa: this is unbeta-ed and it’s past my bedtime, so read at your own risk of grammatical errors lol


Felicity opened her refrigerator in search of the leftover takeout she could’ve sworn was still in there somewhere. To her dismay, all she was greeted with was mostly empty shelves. She was not a big grocery shopping person to begin with, and with everything they had been dealing with over the past couple of weeks, she couldn’t remember the last time she pushed a cart through those fluorescent lit aisles.

“How did Oliver manage to be the Green Arrow and keep our refrigerator stocked,” she muttered to herself as she checked a container of yogurt to discover it had expired months ago.

Her eyes caught the box from Oliver’s party the night before and she slid it out, remembering that there had been a few leftover slices of cake. They were on summer break after all, so cake was an acceptable dinner… right?

She was debating eating it straight from the box versus preserving some of her dignity and getting a plate when she remembered that she didn’t have to spend her evening sitting at her counter eating cake alone.

Setting the box down and reaching for her phone, she hit her first number on speed dial and waited while it rang. Which wasn’t a long wait since he picked up before the first ring had finished.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes… Am I only allowed to call when I’m in danger?” she teased.

There was a pause. “Well, no I just—“

“Do you want to come over tonight?” She needed to get the words out before he gave her enough time to talk herself out of it. She could practically see his eyebrow rise in that way it did when she said something that could have multiple interpretations and she hastily added, “There’s just leftover birthday cake and I was about to eat it but I realized that you should probably get dibs on it since it was for your birthday.” And also, I just really want to see you. “I promise this isn’t a ruse. But if you’re busy I understand and—”

“No,” he interrupted her. “No I’m not busy. I’m just finishing up at City Hall and then I can be right over.”

The corners of her mouth flicked up in a small smile at the eagerness he was trying so hard and yet failing to hide in his voice.

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The Mark

Characters:  MOC!Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean has the Mark. The reader can tell he’s holding back during sex and urges him to just let go.

Word Count:  1277

Warnings: Language and Smut.  Really, it’s just porn.  

A/N:  My headcanon is that Dean is a very giving lover. For him, sex isn’t just about getting off, but about human connection and mutual pleasure. I’ve been thinking a lot about (and discussing with @torn-and-frayed ) what MOC!Dean is like. Here’s what I came up with.

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. 

Originally posted by lost-shoe

The Mark

Fucking hell, she feels good. She’s spread out beneath me, her legs wide, her feet hooked around my ankles. I’ve only got the tip of my dick in her, but fuck me. She’s so wet and warm and tight. I’m trying my hardest to hold back, I’m feeling so desperate to be inside of her, deep and hard. I take a shallow breath and close my eyes, just trying to focus on the feel of her wrapped around the head of my shaft.

I feel her hand cover the Mark on my forearm, it feels soothing somehow. The Mark is constantly tugging at me, digging into me, but her touch relieves some of the irritation. I open my eyes and focus on hers. It grounds me somehow, staring into those beautiful eyes.

“Dean,” she says softly. “It’s okay, let go. I know you’re holding back, just let go.”

I swallow hard because Jesus Christ, I just want to let go. The Mark has changed me in so many ways. It scares me but makes me feel so alive all at once. Sex has always been about giving for me. I mean, getting it is good. It’s really fucking good. To be honest, this life is a lonely life, there hasn’t been much warmth or human connection, so when I’m with a woman, I want to make it last. It’s about her as much as it is about me. The Mark makes me volatile, it freaks me out. A lot. I don’t want to scare her. I’m a goddamn ticking time bomb, I feel like I’m going to explode at any moment.

“I…can’t…” I trail off. Jesus, I’m inside of her, and we are having this discussion. The Mark is screaming, roaring in my blood. I want to take her, I want to do it hard and fast. I want it so bad.

Her eyes soften. “Dean, I trust you.”  

Jesus Christ, that does me in. I give in to my urges and sink as deep into her as I can, right to the fucking base of my cock. She gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head. The look of pure pleasure on her face sends me over the edge. I take her breast in my hand and palm it roughly, pressing against the taut nipple, she bucks her hips up and moans in response. Fuck, that’s hot. Leaning in, I kiss her, shoving my tongue into her mouth. I’m not gentle and she doesn’t want me to be, her tongue fighting with mine as I pound into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air. When I pull my lips from hers, she’s breathing so fucking heavy, her eyes lidded. Her breasts jiggle every time I slam into her, and damn, it’s sexy. I’m overcome with a sudden desire to taste her. I pull out and she makes a high pitched, keening sound. Damn, I should’ve done this sooner.

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sleepyhead

this was an anonymous request, hope you like it love!

Word Count: 1000+

Rating: PG

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you scrolled through your Instagram. 

“What’s funny?” Joe asked, looking down at you. You were on your back on the couch, your head on his lap, his fingers running through your hair. You passed your phone to him, showing him Caspar’s Instagram post with Maddie. 

“They’re so cute,” you said, reaching up to toy with the strings of Joe’s hoodie. 

“We’re cuter,” Joe smiled at you.

“I know,” was all you said, but Joe knew you well enough to read what you didn’t say. He took your hand, kissing the back of it gently. 

The two of you were a very open couple when it came to each other, but not when it came to the rest of the world. Joe wasn’t really one to share his personal life, and that included you. You understood it, of course. After seeing all the hate on Maddie’s profile, or any girl who could possibly have any connection with any of the boys for that matter, you didn’t have to question why Joe wanted to keep your relationship a secret. 

That didn’t mean it didn’t suck though. From no PDA in the vlogs to no social media posts, it was hard to keep up with sometimes. Joe was Joe, but Joe was also thatcherjoe, and not being a part of that side of his life was almost like missing a big part of him. Sometimes, you just wanted to post a cute picture of your boyfriend. All the thoughts made you feel selfish, so you never brought them up, but Joe saw right through you anyways.

“I wish we didn’t have to hide either,” he murmured to you. “I’d show you off to the whole world if I could.”

“You can you know. I’m sure I’ll develop a tough skin,” you replied.

“You shouldn’t have to.” His voice was sharp, and you tread carefully.

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Bokayjunkie’s Yearbook Meme
        ◆ anonymous asked: Gilmore Girls + 12 (Most Changed)