sleep is needed though

I asked @thatsthat24 who would most likely wear Heelys, and he says it would be Patton. I drew the aftermath of him trying on Heelys and falling a numerous amount. I started drawing at 1:35 am or something and know it’s 2:57 in the morning. I am tired and I’m going to maybe sleep an question why I was drawing at almost three in the morning.

I genuinely thought that one channel out of the six that normally air german football matches would show the pokal final but it turns out none of them will show it live for me 😢

Cats of different sizes

I’ve been a bit busy these past few days but, here are some … Animagi sketches? Panther for Graves because of Colin, of course :’)
Art blog: questionartbox


giles/jenny + touching

He was great. We shared many great moments. Our physical connection was never in question. He kissed me within an hour of meeting me and I let him. I thought that it could be a great story that we tell other people one day, not knowing that maybe moving too fast doomed us from the start. Our emotional connection, on the other hand, is something that I always questioned. The only time he allowed me a glimpse into his heart is at three in the morning, when we would talk all night, not needing sleep, only each other, even though he has to be up at eight for work. I feel him smiling against my face. His heart beating against my chest. His thumbs caressing my fingers. His hand rubbing my bare back. These are the little moments that I will keep close to me. These are the moments before everything good about us slipped away.

He was charming and confident and he created an environment where I felt safe to grow. He taught me many things about life and I will always care for him in that sense. And although my relationship with him was exhilarating, there was a dark and twisted side that was always lurking.He was able to flash a smile at me and charmed me into changing my morals for him. To the point where I slid down the door, holding onto my chest, the part where the heart is, and questioned if I am still me. He was able to use his confidence to make me feel small and less than him, to the point where I made excuses to my friends for the ways he treated me. He used my need to feel alive to suck the innocence and what little naivety I had left.

And the more nights we spent together, the colder I felt. The more he withdraw, the more I needed his warmth. It was a sick relationship based on my fear of spending my nights alone and his fear of commitment and missing out on everything life has to offer did not make things easier. 

Of course it hurts to see things changed. Of course it hurts to remember all of the tender moments we had. And of course, my heart breaks every time I compare the beginning to now. I will never understand how someone wakes up one day and decides that they don’t care anymore. He used to pull me closer to him during the middle of the night to kiss my forehead. Now all he does is cowered me into the corner and throw words at me, that he claims he does not mean the next day. And I hate myself for never having the strength to leave him in that moment. So I lay down in the same bed next to him, facing the opposite direction, leaving inches between us. And I hate myself for still wanting his arms around me.

—  He trapped me in the environment he created and it took me a while to find my way out of the maze. And sometimes, I wonder if I am really out.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Any words of encouragement for a burnt-out med student who failed the anatomy exam and is retaking it in a few days, but is SO exhausted after a month of studying that even looking into the textbook is painful? I love your blog and the way it approaches knowledge and science and I thought, hell, maybe you have something, because at this point I really don't have anything, not even hope, hah.


“Why do we even try? When the barriers are so high and the odds are so low—why don’t we just pack it in and go home? It would be so much easier. It’s because in the end, there’s no glory in easy. No one remembers easy. They remember the blood, and the bones, and the long agonizing fight to the top. And that, that is how you become legendary.” 

  • Me, turning on every light in my room: Ah yes I love scary stories
  • Me, closing every blind and curtain so nothing can see in: Horror is one of my favorite genres
  • Me, pouring a ring of salt around myself: It's just so psychologically intriguing to see what scares people!!
  • Me, dabbing holy water behind my ears: Haha no I don't get scared it's fiction lol
  • Uno: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3 AM to look at the stars.
  • Honey: If anyone and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Draco Malfoy does not sleep well.  

It’s not that he tries and fails, but he seems to avoid going to bed.
-Sometimes he wanders around the small library that has been slowly filling up a room in his new home. There’s not a single book he isn’t allowed to touch. 
-Sometimes he sits in the kitchen drinking tea with a house-elf who doesn’t belong to anyone.  There’s not a single teacup he’s not allowed to use. Draco won’t be scolded for talking to a house-elf. He’s not sure if he’ll ever get used to that.
-Sometimes Draco wanders through the house late at night in various stages of undress.  No one is going to tell him he’s being indecent. How is he ever going to get used to that?
-Sometimes he just fights sleep because he feels like he may miss something if he dares to close his eyes.  He feels content, safe, and even…happy.  He doesn’t want to miss a second of that.  

Draco always goes to bed eventually, knowing he’s going to get less sleep than he needs.  By this time of night, though, Harry is usually snoring and talking in his sleep.  It’s ok, Draco thinks, wrapping an arm around Harry, It was so easy to get used to.

Sing Characters Getting Scared

Buster: When surprised, as seen in the movie, will release a little ‘yip’ and slightly show it in his face. But when really frightened/threatened, will scream and cling on to the nearest person/thing near him. Sometimes, due to natural instincts, he’ll even climb said person or thing.

Eddie: Due to Buster always popping out of nowhere often, Eddie is usually good with surprises. But, when he is frightened he’ll give a quick jump and usually will calm down quickly once the threat is over.

Miss Crawly: Just don’t even try. Please. This gentle, precious lizard can’t take anymore surprises/scares. PROTECT THE LIZARD.

Rosita: As a mother of 25 kids, Rosita has pretty much nerves of steel from all the attempts her kiddos have tried to scare her. It has to be a pretty serious situation or something completely unexpected for her to be scared.

Gunther: Pretty loud and proud with his fear, just like his personality. Will scream out loud, no matter how small the scare. Can be a little bit overly dramatic with it, but hey. Its the way Gunther is, and he is proud of it.

Mike: Oh, Mike. Ever since his run in with bears, he does not deal well with surprises. When scared, he will hide behind the nearest object or know who the strongest person in the room is and hide behind them. Of course, he still tries to play it off suavely, but rarely succeeds with anyone. The only time he shows off his real courage is when someone he truly cares about (like a gf) is threatened.

Ash: Ash tries to keep her emotions inside, but fear is one of the things that is challenging for her to keep hidden. Mainly, because when frightened her quills will spike up and will sometimes shoot out if threatened enough. Which isn’t entirely that bad considering projectile quills help take care of any dangerous threats. 

Johnny: Is probably the most silent of the group with fear, especially when on the run from police constantly post-heists. Mainly shows it in his eyes and no doubt he screams internally. Though, when surprised suddenly, and loudly, has been known to jump and fall off chairs, couches, etc.

Meena: Definitely, without a doubt, gets scared the easiest. Due to her shy personality, she’ll openly scream. Whether its from a small ‘boo’ or a real fright, 100% scream of fear. She’ll also hide behind her ears and crouch into a slight ball, which results in whoever surprised her feel guilty and apologize immediately.

Whom The Gods Favor (1/?)

I am in under the wire but proud to add this little offering for the Monster Hunter + Soulmate day of Fantasy Pretzel Week. I haven’t a clue if I will ever get more than this little bit down but @barpurplewrites encouraged me to go ahead and just write up what I could and I am glad she did because this was really fun and I really hope I get the chance to share the rest of the story with you guys. 

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Despite the wind and rain lashing the Irish countryside the small pub was warm, awash with light, laughter, and the smell of hearty food, it was quaint, too quaint, and as Emma Swan stood on the threshold she felt a warning run up her spine–not everyone here was human. She evaluated the room with the practiced ease of years dealing with the preternatural but there were no obvious signs of what she was up against, no dark spots, no color shifts, no shimmers indicating magic, no malicious, hungry eyes, staring back. A few patrons gave her a passing glance or a nod but none seemed to be overly interested in the soaking blonde in a red leather jacket and jeans. If she had been younger she might have ignored the warning but she had learned to trust her favor, had scars both physical and emotional to remind her that while the Gods were fickle their favors could always be relied upon, and so she kept her guard up–an easy task since she rarely let it down.

She strode to the bar and slid onto the stool. A short, bearded man approached her with a dour expression. Emma ordered a hot chocolate which earned her a huff. So much for the friendliness of the Irish. Not that Emma wanted to make friends, she was here on a job and once it was finished she would move on to the next one and the next. It was a good life, rewarding in its way as she used the favors the Gods had bestowed to help humans with their problems or with the more vile preternatural elements in the worlds. She wasn’t strictly a Hunter but had been known to kill or trap a monster when needed. She hoped, for Belle French’s sake, that there would be no creatures this time around.

When Belle had contacted her about her missing child Emma had wanted to refuse. When babies were taken they were rarely recoverable–eaten, used in spells, transformed, taken to another world, whatever it was the kid wasn’t coming back– and she told Belle to just accept her son was gone. But the woman was stubborn, full of a fire that Emma couldn’t help but admire, and not afraid to play dirty.  

“Don’t you wish your parents had tried to find you?” Belle had asked.

“How did you–?”

“I do my research. You were weeks old when they found you on the steps of the temple. You grew up in and out of foster homes, never knowing who your parents were or why you were left.”

“My parents abandoned me because I was Blessed,” Emma said darkly.

“Or you were stolen by a god and then blessed and your parents are still looking for you.” Belle shot back.

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