so i made a little thing idk

anonymous asked:

am i the only one who thought shane and the others who don't believe in ghosts were genuinely rude and mean in that debatable vid? it actually made me really uncomfortable to watch

ok so honestly i hadn’t watched the vid before you sent this, But i just watched it & idk i didn’t really think they were that rude. i mean…. they Were having a debate and things can get a little heated during a debate. i also feel like shane’s always like that to ryan when he’s trying to shut ryan’s theories down…. only my opinion though

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Benverly: baisemane

hello anon-friend! @teamtozier​ also asked for this exact prompt so this is for both of you! baisemain is a kiss on the hand and there are two of them here, technically, ty kids ♡ 

It takes Bev a little while to catch up to Ben. He’s been runaway heart-struck since she first talked to him, open pages of feelings, and even though she knows that, has known that always, it still takes a little while for her to settle into her feelings. She’s sixteen and she’s sitting at his desk listening to him talk about a book he’s found on buildings, about tumble-down architecture and about the way the straight lines of buildings fit together and about how he’s been dreaming up places of his own recently, beautiful places in concrete and white light. Far more than popsicle stick towers. And he’s gesturing wildly with his hands, expansive and excited, something he doesn’t often do because he’s sometimes uncomfortable in his body, doesn’t like to make himself seem bigger than he is, but he’s comfortable enough with her, and he’s tripping over his tongue and his cheeks are flushed and happy and Bev is thinking that she’d like to kiss him maybe. His cheeks, his hands, his mouth.

“Benjamin Hanscom,” she says, and he stutters to a stop, eyes wide. “Ben, Haystack, darling, do you wanna go on a date with me sometime?”

Their first date is to a New Kids on the Block concert, of course, and it’s perfect. Bev finds it so easy, to fall into him, to tuck herself up against his side. A background of sugar pop. Like it might not have been easy when they were younger because they were both so caught up in being lonely. And at the end of the night, she takes his hand and kisses it, and he blushes, and when he’s finished blushing he leans forward and kisses her cheek, and she blushes too of course, and he spins her on her toes against the night air.

They hang out together in Ben’s room, most of the time, and they listen to music. Bright pop and sharp synths, everything about forever young love, songs Ben’s cut from the radio (the sort of songs that Richie would roll his eyes at because he likes stuff like the angsty whining Violent Femmes and Depeche Mode with empty aching lyrics). Ben gives her the tapes when they’re finished, painstakingly made, labelled with her name and the day of the week or the month or what they mean to him. Beverly’s Wednesday songs, songs for May mornings, Friday (I’m in love). She keeps them in a painted box under her bed and she opens them even when she isn’t listening to anything, just to follow the hinges of the tape cases with a finger, just to look at the way the ink from his pen pools at the joints of the the letters.

Sometimes she thinks he’s too sweet for her. Sometimes she cups his face in her hands, curves her palms around the roundness of his cheeks, and she says:

“Benjamin Hanscom, how’d you get so sweet?” And he blushes, every single time, even though they’ve been a couple for forever now, and he turns his face a little so he can kiss her palm.

“Must be something to do with you,” he mumbles, mouth tickling at her skin.

“Must be everything to do with you,” she retorts, and he touches one of the red curls of her hair and then kisses her, gently, and then takes her by the wrist and pulls her into dancing. Sugar pop, bright synths, and their bodies moving together, earnestly and unabashedly in love.

Bitty’s Southern

Bitty is a southern boy and as a southern girl let me tell you there are things he does that make the rest of SMH go “Ummm….what?” 

  • He says stuff that makes literal ZERO sense to the rest of the team. Mostly southern phrases etc. LIKE, “That boy is about of useless as tits on a bull.” or  if it’s raining but the sun is out Bits just says, “Devil must be beatin’ his wife.”  Everyone is confused as shit.
  • “Oh my goodness I want Chick-fil-a. BUT IT’S SUNDAY.”
  • Holster going,” Hey Bits can you hand me a coke?” and Bitty responding with, “Sure, which kind do you want? We’ve got sprite, mtn dew, dr. pepper…” BC in the south every soda is a coke.
  • “Y’all know what I miss the most about Georgia? Cheerwine. And Duke’s Mayo. You northerners keep using that hellman’s stuff or miracle whip and let me tell you. IT. IS .NOT. MAYONNAISE.”
  • “IT’S SO HOT! Summer is the WORST” “Ransom, It’s like, 70 degrees. It gets up to like 115+ in Georgia. And it’s not even humid! You hush your mouth.”
  • The first time Bitty goes to Stop & Shop with one of the guys from SMH he tells them to grab a buggy on their way in and said member stares at him for a second, “What’s a buggy?” “Oh for goodness sake. A shopping cart! We need a shopping cart!”
  • Bitty’s drunk at a kegster when he suddenly shouts, “WHO WANTS TO PLAY CORNHOLE?!” 
  • It’s New Years so of course Bitty’s making black eyed peas, collards, cornbread, ham, and a pineapple upside down cake. “It’s for luck.”
  • Bitty will be checking Facebook and be like, “Oh bless his heart.” Chowder notices him fretting over the phone so he asks what’s up “Oh it’s just one of my friend from high school’s dad.” and Chowder, being the precious person that he is, responds with, “Oh no. What happened? Is he ok?” Bitty just shakes his head, “He’s done went and fell out of the deer stand. Again. Broke his arm and bruised his pride. You think he would’ve learned his lesson after the same thing happened last huntin’ season”
  • Jack’s all dressed up in a suit or something, he has a meeting with the Falcs, “What are you all gussied up for?”
  • “Look at what all I got up at the outlet mall!!”
  • Rans/Holster/Bitty share a bathroom so I reckon this has happened at least once: “Neither of y’all go in the bathroom! I’m fixin’ to shower”  to which Holster responds, “What was that Bits? What are you fixing?” Bitty hollers from his room, arm full of clothes, “I’m fixin’ to shower!” Ransom chimes in, “I didn’t know the shower was broken!” At this point Bitty is getting frustrated,“Oh for the love of Pete! You Yankees.” He speaks slowly and pronounces each word carefully, “I am going to go take a shower so please do not go and hog the bathroom.”
  • “So I was talking to Momma and APPARENTLY Mrs. Jones, the one that lives down the road, was rude as all get out.” “Really? What’d she do?” Bitty just throws his hands up, “Momma and Coach were drivin’ back to the house and Mrs. Jones was driving in the opposite direction so of course Momma waves at her. AND SHE DIDN’T WAVE BACK.”
  • I know for a FACT that at some point Bits makes a pitcher of sweet tea, puts it in the fridge, and the boys/Lardo finds it. “What’s this?” “Oh, it’s just some tea. You want some?” So Bitty pours them a glass and approximately 2 seconds later “WHAT IS THIS? IT’S LIKE SYRUP! Bits this isn’t tea! It’s diabetes in a cup!”
  • “Just rub some bacon grease on it.”
  • “Don’t you dare pour that coffee out! I can use it for gravy!”
  • “You know what food I miss? Fried pickles. No, wait, HUSHPUPPIES. I’d kill for some right now.”

lesbians of the cosmos, in love……..

I think that one of the things I really truly love about Victuuri is that they’re one of those ships you can imagine doing those weird little relationship things? Like some ships are so Serious and you can’t imagine them doing anything but IDK Solving Crime. And there’s nothing wrong with that! But Victuuri is a ship made to be imagined with an air of domesticity. For example:

Yuuri tries a new kind of protein bar, takes a bite and makes the universal expression for what did I just put in my mouth.

“This is gross,” Yuuri mumbles around his mouthful, and holds it out to Viktor. “Taste it.”

Viktor, unthinkingly, leans over and takes a bite. 

“Erg, why did I just do that,” Viktor says, chewing laboriously.

Yuuri grimaces at the protein bar as he chews and then swallows, glances at Viktor and says, “Do you want the rest of it?”

“…Yeah, I’ll take it.”

And also:

Driving around Saint Petersburg, Yuuri resting his head on his hand and looking out the window. He sees a street name that tickles him a little. “Lanskoe. Lanksoo. Lakeshoe. Canoe.”

“Lanskoooooe,” Viktor says from next to him.

“Lakeshoe,” Yuuri says, still mindlessly staring out the window. “Say it with me. Lakeshoe. Shoes for lakes. Lakeshoe.”




Except for the heart-shaped hole where the hope runs out


OK i thought about it and…

i don’t think it was bad that shiro took back the black lion 

it definitely felt like a step backward for keith as a leader, but by the end of the season it seems like he’s gained confidence with the BoM, and it shows in how he takes initiative when he can’t get in contact with voltron, and how he organizes support and leads the rebels toward the battle cruiser (our impulsive guy!! going in with a plan and backup!! we’ll briefly look past his dumbass stunt at the end lol) 

it sucks that we couldn’t see more of his development firsthand, but overall i think shiro’s return to black wasn’t a stifling of keith’s development, but an opening for him to grow outside of where the role of leadership was being forced on him !! idk whether keith will go back to black or not, but it definitely feels like he’s grown a little more into the qualities which made him worthy of the black lion in the first place.

what i love about fun home is how accurate it captures the little things about being gay. like when alison is trying to go to the gay union and backs out and asks about german club?? and how she hesitates when saying the word dyke and calling herself a lesbian. and of course her letter coming out to her family where she keeps saying “its kinda a big deal” and “not really a big deal”? perfect. also when shes telling joan about how she found out shes a lesbian, and the awkward stumbling and hearing her realization i love it. of course theres key of rings and changing my major but theres so many more little details and i love it so much!! like it all just captures so many feelings of being a lesbian that are so accurate??

when things go bump in the night

summary: in which you have a late night run in with a seemingly vicious vampire, only to find out he’s not as intimidating as you first made him out to be.

characters: shin hoseok x female!reader

genre: vampire au, suggestive shit

warnings: very faint mentions of blood, choking, suggestive shit

author’s note: this is my first paranormal au scenario!!! if i’m being honest, i love love love reading these…. so expect more in the future, maybe?? idk, depending on how this one goes, I guess,,,

Originally posted by the-xclan

You step out of the little bakery and into the frigid fall air, immediately grabbing your bare arms while simultaneously cursing at yourself for not thinking to bring any sort of protection from the bone-chilling, autumn nights. You cautiously survey the area; taking in your surroundings before turning back toward the door. You manage to lock it, despite your trembling hands, and turn around, making your way down the sidewalk. You take an exceptionally deep breath before exhaling, examining the visible puff of air in front of you, not looking forward to the mile long hike back to your house.

The minuscule town you called home was already vacant during the day time, but at night it was like that of a ghost town; not a soul in sight. Hardly anything in sight for that matter, due to the thick pool of fog that resides throughout the barren streets. It was like something straight out of a horror movie. That in itself was just one of the many, many reasons you hated being out at that time of night.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @blackstormbsvp!!!

I just had to draw you something as a little gift, because seriously, you are an awesome human being, super kind, super encouraging, and so much fun to talk to. 

Well the intention was that Ichigo was making you a cake. But then Grimmjow showed up to sex things up a little bit. Was the cake ever finished? I have no idea. If not maybe it was for the best, I’m not sure I’d want to eat a cake made by those two - it’d probably violate a lot of sanitary kitchen rules.

Ugh no, sorry. No cake. But I still hope you like this <3 Have a lovely day!

anoptimisticdevil  asked:

for your last spiderman drawing, i was wondering how you got that beautiful lighting? it looks so warm and soft, i adore it! just, do you have any tips to achieve that Look? idk pointers. sorry if this has been asked before! :) i adore your art!! its so good!!!

thank you i’m glad you like it!

Lighting is still pretty hard for me and i’m not super good at it still but I made a reeeally quick reference to help explain my process when it comes to lighting. I hope it helps a little! This is definitely not professional advice, but just things i think about when i colour.

The base colours are the diffuse colours of the materials (aka the “true colour”, what we see when the subject is placed under pure white light).

When it comes to lighting, I think about ambient light as well as the colour and sharpness of my lightsource(s). I recommend experimenting with swatches to make sure these colours harmonize. Some colour theory comes in handy here. Also if it helps, use lower opacity brushes to make sure that the integrity of your base colours are not completely lost (however careful not to abuse this!).

Another tip is to play with the levels and hue/saturation until you feel satisfied with what you have. But most importantly!!!! observe the world around you and use photographs for reference! I need to do a lot more of this lol

I hope this wasn’t completely useless! Thanks for the question!

that frustrating thing where you make yourself vulnerable to someone by trying to actually talk through a point of contention and it ends with them drawing a bunch of nasty conclusions about you and making you feel shitty

it shouldn’t matter what strangers think about me, but it can’t help but feel like an attack on my identity and sense of self when someone decides “we disagree because you are Bad”

I’m currently in the middle of a very hectic exam week at uni with my majors trying to outdo each other in terms of difficulty. While I will get to the requests in my inbox after this week, I made a quick little thing to sate my mind for the time being. 

WHAT IF Billy had his own title ??? It could revolve around him being the Sorcerer Supreme-in-Training where we see his adventures in the multiverse, the full extent of his powers, and his struggle with the great responsibility that comes with such great power. IDK man ( also this was heavily inspired by the Scarlet Witch title !!! AHHH I LOVE ITS ART SO MUCH  )

DONE! Yay! :‘DD I made my fursona/Oc a little while ago, but I didnt finish the normal pic yey XD BUT! I saw @blogthegreatrouge post about vg!spring and the gang, and So! I made Vg!Mimi (or mamabird cuz I call Mimi mamabird too cuz idk what to do with my life :D) So there ya go! *squeal*


VgMimi is an Owl Kitty Assassin! Cuz Shanking people as an Owlcat thing is awesome(idk lel, thought it was cool, and yes, there are feathers and normal fur mixed together, gonna have to deal with it lol


Vg((not sure what it stands for, I’m guessing video game lol))Mimi- Belongs to mwah(me, sorry I’m really excited)

VgSpring(and pretty much the whole idea)- @blogthegreatrouge

P.S; Don’t worry @nekophy I’m almost done with goth’s birthday drawing, and sorry it took so long ;3; lots of stuffs happenin, I’ll finish it tomorrow ;w;

So I discovered this meme on instagram and IT LOOKS SO COOL that I did it too. The game consist in making a drawing and then repeat the drawing trying to mimic the art style of some of the artists you admire! (I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS THING)

 So here it is, hope you all like it, I made it with all my heart :3 Im sorry for ruining your styles guys hahaha 

 1- that’s my lil Nico di Angelo. 

 2- @indigonite‘s Nico, I tried my best here, but BRO so hard to color like Bruna. Maybe I made him a lil too red ;u;

3- @saberghatz‘s Nico. Idk why but it looks more like saber’s last year’s art, cause her Nico changed a little, but I love both her Nicos, so :v 

4- @tamaytka‘s Nico. Im sorry that I ruined the way you draw eyes, I really LOVE your eyes, but I COULD NOT make justice to them. 

5- @leegarbettart  Lee Garbett never drew Nico but he is my favorite artist in comic books, he draws Loki in Agent of Asgard, and I love his art so much!

6- @onihimeart also never drew Nico, but her art style is so complicated that I could not even make it look alike ;u; Sorry friend! 

Getting to Know NCT: Shows and More!


Okay so this is not smut I know. 
But someone requested this and I can´t just let a poor soul wander around N City all lost and confused. 

Anon requested: Hello so this is random but I’m slowly getting into the nct fandom and was wondering if you could recommend any shows/interviews they’ve done id like to get to know the members better❤️ thanks! have a nice day :’)

???Author???: karma and yu

???A/n???: I always want to introduce new people to NCT so this was great!!! thank you so much!! Please, anyone, tell me if there is a mistake or if I need to add something. We really hope this helps you out! Also, we love random asks and stuff like that please dont be afraid to send things non smut related we like to engage with our followers!! 

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Bucky x Reader

Summary: The risk I took was calculated but man, am I bad at math.

Warnings: angst…like to the max, character death, risking your life, all that fun stuff

Word Count: 1.3k (this is deadass the shortest thing i’ve ever written and it’s still over 1k lmao why am i like this)

Author’s Note: hi hello! guess who’s back and as angsty as ever! this is something that again was floating in my inspo tag and i can’t find the post rn but it is there so when it’s not midnight i’ll go digging through and tag it. ya’ll probably recognize the quote because it’s been through tumblr i don’t even know how many times? but i literally banged this out in like two hours so ??? idk???? anyways, feedback is always welcome (please do i love hearing what all of you have to say) and can i just say thank you so much for all of your lovely responses to Will You Stay? like, they were so beautiful they made my entire life like????? i love all of you so fucking much ???? i can’t even describe it????? anyways enough of my endless question marks, hope you enjoy!!!!

Originally posted by sxy-seabass

The first time, isn’t the last time.

The first time you risk your life it’s for a puppy. Small, golden, scrappy little thing. It’s caught in the middle of the road, yelping every time a car whips by. It’s flat on the ground, trying to make itself small as possible but at the same time sticking out against the pitch black tar. You sigh and drop your coffee into the trash before you run out in the middle of traffic and scoop the dog up before crossing to the other side.

“You’re an idiot,” he grumbles as he stares at the trembling mass of fur. You pout and say you’re sorry before you offer him the reason you nearly got flattened by an eighteen wheeler. He pretends to be angry until about five minutes later when the puppy is licking at his face.

He isn’t angry anymore, especially two weeks later when the puppy has become a permanent fixture in your home.

The second time, isn’t the last time.

The second time you risk your life is on vacation in the Bahamas. A little girl gets caught in the rip tide. Her arms flail as she cries for help but is drowned by the waves. Everyone watches but no one acts. You glance at the life guards who glance at the waves apprehensively before you roll your eyes and dive in. It takes you a while but luckily you’re a strong swimmer and within minutes she’s in your arms and safely on shore.

“You’re crazy,” he mutters as he rubs your back while you cough up salt water but his eyes shine with an emotion more powerful than you have ever seen. It only seems to grow when the little girl runs up to you and hugs you, thanking you for saving her life.

The third time, isn’t the last time.

The third time you risk your life is on a mission in Johannesburg. HYDRA had hit a biotech company and managed to steal information to a bomb that could level a small country. They climb into a helicopter and are about to get away and against Steve’s orders you jump and hang onto the runner of the helicopter. You hang on for dear life until you touch down. Your arms ache but you fight until you can’t feel anything anymore. But you have the files.

It takes them two days to find you. When they do they find you collapsed in an alleyway, dehydrated and living off of scraps from the nearby flea market.

“You’re so stupid,” he shakes his head. He’s angry but he holds your head up as you drink and brushes your hair until you fall asleep on his chest.

The fourth time, isn’t the last time.

The fourth time you risk your life is in the middle of a blizzard. It’s two in the morning and the wind is howling but when your phone rings you answer within seconds. The line is silent except for the sound of heavy breathing. He doesn’t say anything but you already know as you tie on boots and don your heaviest coat.

It takes you an hour to get to him. But you do. You’re pretty sure your car isn’t even parked properly and you’re not sure if you’re on the road or on the sidewalk but it doesn’t matter. By the time you get to him he’s already half way gone. You sit with him until he comes back to you. You sit with him until his eyes are clear and his breathing is normal. You sit with him until he’s yours again.

“You’re a moron,” he growls once his eyes look outside at the storm raging. You wonder if it was worth it but you smile anyway because you don’t care.

The fifth time, isn’t the last time.

The fifth time you risk your life it’s after two months of being locked in a basement. You have bruises on top of bruises, you bleed from different places every day and you can’t remember the last time you’ve had a proper meal. They pull you out every day and tie you to a chair. They spit in your face, they hit, they bite, they scratch, they punch, they shock, they twist, they break. You beg, you scream, you cry. But you don’t give them what they want. They want him but you can’t give them that. He’s everything to you and meaningless to them.

One day you’re bleeding so bad everything is tainted red and you can’t feel part of your face and can’t hear out of one ear. When you feel hands on you, you immediately start to tense and fight but relax when you hear his voice.

“It’s just me, it’s just me идиот,” he soothes you softly as his metal hand trembles while breaking your bonds. You fall into him and can’t find it in you to cry or make a sound. And you wonder if maybe this time, maybe this time it was worth it.

The first time, is your last time.

You risk your life for him and you don’t even think. You see him in danger, you see everyone in danger. But when you see him, when you hear the metal whir breaking through the clamor around you, you don’t think. You hear nothing else. You look at the five midnight black barrels of the machine guns facing him, glinting harshly and you just go. You think you can make it. If you just take that extra step, lose that extra second, you can make it. You two can make it out, together.

But you were always bad at math.

For the second you push him down you know you miscalculated. You don’t hear the shots but you feel them, ripping and tearing through flesh and bone. You feel the blood seep into the concrete floor. But you don’t hear the strangled sob from behind you and you don’t hear the hoarse shot. You don’t hear the bodies drop around you; you don’t hear the knife splitting through Kevlar and skin.

Yet you feel his hands on your face, your chest, your stomach. You feel him fumbling for a solution. He’s whispering fast in Russian, his skin flushed a shade of pink you’ve never seen before. It’s beautiful, really.

“You…you, you stupid, crazy, idiotic, moron,” he shouts with tears in his eyes. His bottom lip trembles and you reach to soothe it. Blood smears against the soft bristles that surround his mouth but neither of you really notice. “How could you do this? How…why, why would you ever you–”

“You’re alive,” your voice is hoarse and choked and filling with something you’re not sure of. It doesn’t even sound like you but he looks at you as if you were the only thing he heard. You think he says something else but the look on his face means he understands exactly what you’re saying.

He’s breathing heavy now. You can feel it in gentle puffs against your face. He’s shaking his head as he stares at you. He keeps shaking his head until his hair forms a dark curtain around his shimmering eyes. “No,” he whispers. “Not without you, not…please–”

You shake your head in response. “You’re alive,” you whisper as darkness begins to creep into your vision. “You’re alive.”

The weight of what you’re saying seems to settle onto his skin and into his bones because he’s looking at you with disbelief and wonder and fear and an ancient sadness that you feel deep in your chest. He presses his lips to your face and a wetness leaks onto your skin and seems to slide right off. “Not without you. я люблю тебя. Not without you.”

You clutch his hand and feel the black begin to spot his face, turning him gray. “You’re alive,” you say finally before your head drops into his metal palm.

Your first time, is your last time.

But God is it worth it.




я люблю тебя

I love you


Despite the world reminding her every day of her life that she’s undeserving of being given anything by it, that she was unworthy of what little she’d managed to take from it - despite all of that, she never believed a word of it.

The Women of Black Sails in 4x08