so glad to use my tag again

I THOUGHT I WAS BUSTED

HOLY SHIT so I was shopping with my mom the other day. Like actually spending $$ shopping but I went into the dressing room and concealed some stuff under my clothes and after we checked out and started to leave THE TOWERS BEEPED AND MY MOM TURNS AROUND AND GOES BACK IN THE STORE (she doesn’t know I lift) AND IM DYING LIKE I WANT TO LEAVE but I go back up to the registers again with her so they can check our stuff and they’re looking and nothing has hard tags on it so I’m freaking out so bad and my vision started to get all weird and blurry (dramatic I know) BUT FINALLY THE LAST THING THEY CHECKED HAD A HARD TAG so they removed it and even gave us a $5 coupon for the “inconvenience” like jokes on your bitch. I already take whatever I want I don’t need $5 off but I’m glad my mom can use it

Russian Lessons

olicity || ao3 || teen || fluff & humor || 610 || more fics

summary: prompt: oliver tries to teach the new recruits Russian (thank you, @somewhatinvisible)
a/n: i don’t even know what i wrote it’s so silly but i hope you like it


Oliver let out the longest sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know the older a person is the harder it is to learn a foreign language,” Felicity said from her desk, “Unless of course you’re submerged in the culture.”

“That’s helpful,” he muttered.

She chuckled.

He was just trying to teach Rene, Curtis, and Rory some Russian. It would be helpful in the future, he was sure of it. At least maybe they would have some language skills the next time they travelled. If they travelled to Russia again.

“Alright, let’s try this again,” he said looking to the three men.

None of them looked like they wanted to be there.

“I don’t think this is going anywhere,” Rory said.

Curtis nodded in agreement.

Rene scoffed, “Yeah and this ain’t worth the big belly you bribed us with.”

“Don’t you want to be prepared?” Oliver asked, trying not to sound frustrated and irritated.

“Of course we do,” Curtis said, “But Russian? We’d be better off learning something like Spanish.”

“Don’t even look at me,” Rene muttered, glaring daggers at Curtis.

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the noose

Recall the deeds as if they’re all
someone else’s atrocious stories.
Now, you stand reborn before us all—
so glad to see you well, but—

Once Dean gets the car fixed up again they take off, Bobby waving but seeming glad enough to see them go. Sam’s still not entirely sure how it went down between Bobby and—what even to call it. Himself? His other half? He knows what Dean would say, but Dean’s got a very particular point of view on the whole thing. Sam knows the bare facts, some of the highlights (also known as some of his lowest points—and he raised the devil, he knows from low points), but the details remain a mystery.

“How’s that motel outside Peoria sound? The one with the clown motif?” Dean says, clearly trying to tamp down a grin.

“You’re a terrible person,” Sam says, slouching back in his seat, and Dean’s smile blooms wide, unshadowed. He checks the rearview and changes lanes, doesn’t look over at Sam, but that’s all right. Sam’s doing more than his share of watching Dean. He doesn’t think Dean minds.

Dean doesn’t want him thinking about it. He gets why, though he’s not going to give in. When Dean came back from hell—Sam wishes, more than anything, that Dean couldn’t remember a thing. Even now, there are shadows behind Dean’s eyes when he wakes up, some mornings. Some things that won’t ever go away. He knows that not being able to remember his own stretch downstairs is a blessing—but that’s not all he’s been made to forget, and there’s a difference.

They do stop outside Peoria, at an utterly unbranded forgettable family-run place, with clean beds and not a clown to be seen. Sam trawls the internet for news of the weird while Dean goes out and grabs them dinner, and then they eat surprisingly decent tacos on their separate queen beds, watching VH1 reruns of I Love the ‘70s, arguing over the top of it about whether Bo Derek was hotter in 10 or Tarzan, and Dean's—happy. “You’re like a child,” he says, when Sam says he never thought Linda Carter was hot, either, “who wanders into a—an argument over great asses, and wants to know—”

Sam chucks a balled-up taco wrapper at his face, and Dean shuts up, grinning at the TV.

He wakes up breathing hard, panic surging tight in his chest. The room’s dark. “What—” Dean’s saying from the other bed, sleep-drunk, mumbling, “Sammy, you—what, you okay?”

He can’t answer. He breathes open-mouthed against the pillow, bitter-bile at the back of his tongue when he forces himself to swallow. There’s a creak of springs from the other mattress as Dean moves and Sam passes a hand over his face, holds onto the weird flicker of memory, already slipping away. Fucking some anonymous blonde girl, hard, her hips so little and flinching under his hands—and he’d killed something, or someone? He was burning off energy. His stomach roils, now, and he sits up, shoving the blanket down to his hips and breathing in through his nose, out through his mouth. The room’s still dark, though now that his eyes are open he can see the motel sign’s neon striping through the blinds, little blinking shutters of dim blue that cut through the dark. Dean staggers up out of his bed and crosses the step between them, sinks down to sit on the edge of Sam’s, and Sam can’t see his face, it’s too dark for that, but he can see the outline of him, his weight sunk onto one arm, his bare pale thigh hitched up onto the mattress.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask, and after a few seconds Sam says, “Did I hurt you,” not whispering but not loud, either. Dean sucks in a breath, but before he can respond Sam says, “Not—not the vampire thing. I know that. I mean—“

“I know what you mean,” Dean says, and he sounds a lot more awake. “The answer’s no, Sam. No.”

Sam’s glad, for once, that he can’t see his face. He thinks that’s the truth, or maybe it’s more right to say that it’s what Dean thinks is the truth. He can usually tell when Dean’s hiding something. It’s not making him feel better, though. He closes his eyes, settles into the darker dark behind them, scrapes a hand through his hair.

Seems like everything he finds out, about that empty year, is just another shovelful of dirt, a pit dug deeper. Dean doesn’t want him looking back, doesn’t want him thinking about it, even, but. On their way to the thing with the dragons in Portland, Dean pulled him close by a gas station’s bathroom and kissed him, desperate and sweet, grasping hands in his hair, and Sam had fallen into it gladly, though it felt like just a day or two since the last time, for him. And then, after, Sam found out what he’d been. They haven’t touched, not really. Not since then.

“Sammy,” Dean says, sounding helpless, “please tell me you’re not pickin’ at the damn thing.”

“Not on purpose,” Sam says. He reaches out a hand toward where he knows Dean is and meets warm cotton t-shirt, and lets his hand slide until he’s got the back of Dean’s neck under his hand, buzz-soft hair under his fingers. Dean’s still, under him, but after a moment a hand comes up to wrap lightly around Sam’s forearm, just holding. Just his skin can be enough. Sam feels drunk on the possession of it, sometimes. All through that last case, that vengeful spirit with the awful mannequins, Dean ignored call after call and Sam knew, he knew, but he didn’t say anything. He can’t feel bad about that, though he wishes that he did. He’s not sure that counts for anything.

“I’m sorry,” he says, after a minute. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever say it enough.

“You got nothing to be sorry for,” Dean says, and he sounds like he means it. Of course he does.

Sam tries to say—he tries, but his breath’s coming shaky, all of a sudden, and out of nowhere everything’s pulled tight and hot behind his eyes, his chest locked up. “Dean—” he manages, but there’s a shiver right through it, and Dean comes closer finally, finally he crawls up awkward onto the bed and shuffles in, and it’s still pitch-dark but it doesn’t matter because Sam can smell him, the sleepy warmth and whiskey of him, can press his face in against his soft cotton-covered chest. He gets his hands at the back of Dean’s thighs and tugs, and Dean lets out a startled grunt but doesn’t fight and then Sam’s got a lapful of brother, hugged in close, heavy and solid and real. Dean’s hands land on his shoulders, one slipping up into the hair at the back of his head, fingers carding through, and—this is unfamiliar, finally, but it feels so good Sam doesn’t want it to stop. He leans his forehead against Dean’s collarbone and breathes.

“Why didn’t you take Lisa’s call,” he says. Maybe it’s cruel, but he needs to hear it.

Dean’s fingers go still, in his hair. The silences stretches long enough that he doesn’t think he’s going to get an answer. “You’re such a chick,” Dean says, finally. Not as jokey as it could be. Sam feels him take a deep breath. “It was never—”

He cuts off. His fingers twine in Sam’s hair, and Sam pulls back, opens his eyes, and in the so-dim flashing light he can nearly see Dean’s face. Dean’s watching him. It’s no kind of answer—except, yeah. Sam knows. That cracked-open absence in the chest is impossible to fill. “Here now,” he offers, trying to smile, and Dean puts a palm to the side of his face, tucks his hair behind his ear, holds him in place and looks at him. Sometime soon, Sam’s going to put him on his back in the sunlight, is going to look his fill. He’s going to make a promise, with his whole body, do what he can to make up for—whatever he’s sure he did. For now, he lets Dean look at him, absently petting the low muscles of his back.

“Yeah,” Dean says, finally, long after Sam forgot what he said. There’s a queer note tucked into Dean’s voice. He leans in close and rests his temple against Sam’s, an arm slinging around Sam’s shoulders, not quite a hug. “Yeah, you are.”

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Ok, I’m yelling about this on twitter for pretty much weeks now and I realised that sooner or later I’m going to do that here too, so:

- ever since I saw that villain from newest ‘One Piece movie Gold’, Gild Tesoro, on first sketches/drawings that we were shown by Oda, I was immediately like - …so..this is pretty much how a Dofladile offspring would look like…-

Because, seriously:

The glasses - the rings, flashy colors - Croc-like hair, pink-green color scheme, etc. It screams DoflaCroc fusion. Or as I like to say - Dofladile offspring. (…….)

- Then the trailer got released and it convinced me even further in all this. Examples:

Like fathers, like son. (….)

- Then, minus Crocodile-like hair and ascot, just how much this is Doflamingo:

just for example.

- Then, this face:

so Crocodile:

And so on. I mean, at this point I’m pretty much telling the obvious but whatever - to somewhat sum it up - he’s Doflamingo-like eccentric, while having expressions like Crocodile. While also having parts of the clothing-styles, or whatever kind of stlyes, of both of them. And that’s just for now, who knows what more movie can give us. (I’m so eager to see it, I can’t believe)

- And also, shipping-googles or anything shippy aside, I’m so glad Oda decided to make a villain that will be such an obvious combination of these two. I’m just so glad and I’m having so much feels and again I’m. so. glad.

[titanic theme music plays]

kidxnothing  asked:

i think i've been a superbat trash since i had use of memory but only found out this year, then i got bored, then, then batjoker came, never, never thought of it, but they're so gay, and now, i love superbatjokes and LOVE your polyamorous draws nkajdnfskjds internet needs more of them!

THANK YOU THANK YOU, I’m so happy people are warming up to SuperBatJokes~ I’m also happy people are using the tag aaaa~ I LOVE both SuperBat and BatJokes, so I put them together;;; THANK YOU AGAIN, I’m glad you love my polyamorous ship~~ I’ll definitely try to draw more of them!!

{Commissions}

lapiccolina  asked:

Thank you for sharing your con experience! I hope Iain goes to more - and more panels with him and Elizabeth. They're just delightful. But most of all, I'm really glad you got to share your art with them! The science one is just brilliant! And you got all the hugs. Lucky! Thank you again! Also best tag = #and then literally WillSmith jpged at us to Liz. LOL. The fact that he wanted to show Liz all the Jemmas is the most adorable thing ever. And the monkeys!

I hope Iain does more cons too. He did seem genuinely happy to be there, which made me really glad. Both of them are just wonderful, and I’m so glad I got to meet them (Liz, again).

No seriously that’s pretty much what Iain did! That may be my favorite part out of everything that happened: that he got THAT excited over our costumes and wanted to share it with Liz, lol (and she got excited too!). What a true marshmallow.

(Video exists of that, btw, but it’s not mine to post. I’m just happy to have a record of it happening!)

since that comic’s going around again i thought i’d share my thoughts on gascoigne’s breathing!

viola would help him anchor himself by breathing deeply with him like in the comic. someone in the tags pointed out that that’s how you calm someone down from a panic attack and i’m so glad someone noticed because that’s what i was basing it on!
and @bloodrock-lobster also headcanons that gascoigne used breathing to calm henryk down during hunts. when the insight-based horrors were too much for henryk to bear he would sit beside gascoigne and listen to him breathe to center himself.
so when you see gasc on the night that bloodborne takes place, he’s not only fighting the beasthood’s physical toll on his body, but he’s trying to KEEP IT BACK by doing what viola would do with him, and doing what helped his best friend for so long.

inuykago  asked:

Wow hi can I just say tysm for the follow back I love ur gifs and overall content the inukag kissing gif is literally sucking out my soul bc I love them sm & you're just great thanks again <3

You are so sweet! I’m glad you like my gifs. I’ve made a lot of inukag ones since I started my blog. Check out my archive if you get a chance. My gifs are tagged mygif or mygifs (no spaces). 

Your blog is terrific and I’m happy you joined us. Welcome to the fandom!

anonymous asked:

As a polyamorous trans dude who has a lot of similarities with lance personality wise it makes me so happy to see amazing artist like you draw him. it helps me feel better a lot of times and i dont know how many times ive scrolled through the tags on a bad day just to smile again.

I have a lot of similarities with Lance too! That’s why I always use him for my self projecting lol.

Anyway,, I’m glad to know it makes you feel better! Making people feel happy with my art is one of my main goals! c:

melp1219  asked:

I'm so happy I found your blog again! I found it a year ago while I was looking through tumblr tags for a class project (which I used some of your art in with credit!) but I forgot to follow you. I just wanted to tell you that I think you're super talented and I really love your work!

Omg that’s really nice to say, haha. I’m glad you found it, too! And thank you for thinking of me for your project! (I get pretty pumped every time I find out someone used my art for that).

anonymous asked:

helooo, could you hint me to good Sam/Jack fic? i finished reading "the dreams we left behind" which i saw you shared a couple of days ago on here and i kinda figured you're the right person to ask for more? thxxxx

I bet you thought you were asking me a simple question with a simple answer, right Anon? Ha! I am generally incapable of brief answers. If a normal person would write three paragraphs, I will probably write three pages. That’s why this ask took me so long to answer. I’ve been working on this post on and off for weeks!

So…I might be able to point you in the direction of a few good Sam/Jack fics. ;-) Check my Stargate fic rec tag, for starters…

And now, FINALLY, here is a superlong list of my favorite Sam/Jack authors and stories, in no particular order. Note that for every one of these authors, I recommend pretty much anything they’ve written; the stories I mention here are my favorites.

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anonymous asked:

I just wanna say that even though we've only interacted like once (if that) your presence on my dash is always super comforting to me, no matter what you're posting. Also, your "shh sooty" tag is like visual ASMR.

This message made my morning anon!  Like, I don’t even know what to say?  I’m so glad I can be that for someone and I didn’t think people particularly noticed my ‘shh sooty’ tag, it’s just me yodeling into the abyss.

As to us only interacting once.  If you want you can talk to me anytime.  Like by the messaging system or by post or whatever.  I love talking to people.

Anyway I hope you have a lovely weekend, and thanks again.  You’re a precious star!

Originally posted by idolos-frases

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JCW - Healer Fanmeeting in Beijing [2015.04.30]

anonymous asked:

When you accidentally click on antis/ex larries blogs and see their tag for "elounor" and it says "so glad I can use this tag again in 2017" "my kids" "my parents" Jesus Christ!! 😷

Yikes.

You should Totally go see and/or meet Dan and Phil

My video about meeting Dan and Phil got a lot of hits and comments and that makes me very happy because I really wanted to share the joy I felt with as many people as possible.

I’ve seen some posts about people being worried about meeting Dan and Phil because they don’t want to go from the 2D world to the 3D world; or because they are nervous.  I know I’ve read @phantheraglama have some very thought-provoking conversations about this with different anons, and it got me to thinking.

I’m here to tell you–speaking as someone with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Social Phobia Disorder–that they are so genuinely happy to see you and they are calm and they guide you so smoothly through the process that you just feel like you are floating.  They are NOT awkward and they don’t make you feel awkward or put any pressure on you.  They even prompt you if you–like me–just stand there for a few seconds and forget to say anything.  They are pros at this and hey, they are our Dan and our Phil!  We know them!  You know them!  They are friendly, gentle people!  Pooh Bear and Angel Bean are nothing to be scared of.  I promise you this! 

And don’t worry about the time alloted, either.  It isn’t much, but it is enough.  And no, you won’t get to say everything you ever wanted, but you will make an amazing memory. 

Also, it did feel a little weird to go from the 2D world to the 3D world, but it also felt like a blessing to do so.  I didn’t meet Amazing Phil and Danisnotonfire, I met Mr. Phil Lester and Mr. Dan Howell, two very talented and kind young men who were grateful to me for being a fan. 

So, in short, if you are debating whether to go or not, Please Do Go!  Even if you aren’t part of the meet and greet, GO!  The show is beyond amazing.  There is something in it for every type of fan (no spoilers) and you will be glad you did. 

#spon (lol)


In other news, I am totally exhausted and emotionally spent–though it was worth it!   I am going to turn in early tonight.  I hope all of you wonderful people are happy, healthy and hopeful.  And if you aren’t, my askbox is always open!


Goodnight, my angels!

PS:  Here is my pic again, just because I can’t stop looking at it!

I just LOVE my Zumba ladies.

Last night they almost made me cry, coming up one after another to give me hugs and tell me how much they’d missed me the last two weeks. They’re genuinely concerned about me. They are SO SWEET!!!! I told them that I would be doing Level One most of class and one of them said “We don’t care if you sit on a chair at the front and just tell us what to do, we’re so glad you’re here!”

Originally posted by roodoodbruh

I felt decent during most of the class. It was way better than Saturday!! But then again…it was only 45 minutes. ;) Tonight in my hour long class, my friend Rachel is going to do a few songs in the middle to give me a break.  I’m pretty sad that I missed two weeks of workouts and now that I’m back fromlazytolively is on vacay! Whoever planned this did a terrible job. ;)

(P.S. I was tagged in like four different things yesterday!!! :D I’ll try to do them all today.)

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2015 has been another amazing year with the love of my life.
I feel like I grow and learn and discover new things about life every single day that I’m lucky enough to spend with you.
I’ve never known such complete understanding, openness, and love before you.
I’m so glad that we met and get to run around this crazy planet together. I love you more than anything in the world.

Transparent Shuuen gifs : Full set

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU CRAZY KIDS !! I can’t believe you’ve been dying for 3 years now thanks Suzumu

Woooh, I can’t believe I finished them all !  ヽ( ´∇`)ノ  I think they turned out okay, though some of them…well I don’t like them at all, haha ;w;(I’ll probably redo these later). I think messed up with their height too, I’m so sorry

(They’re free to use ! You don’t need to credit, but it’d really nice if you did !  ( ᴖ◡ᴖ)  )