so many sob

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i drew this like two months ago and i post it on my twitter but i didn’t wanted to post it here yet because i wanted to design hunk!,sadly my tablet broke so i don’t think i’ll doing it for the moment.
this are the design for my vampire hunters au! (is a klance au).

if you want to know more about this au, i wrote here  and here a little of the role of each character.

also i drew some klance nsfw-ish about this

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  « It simply isn’t an adventure worth telling if there aren’t any dragons »  - J.R.R. Tolkien

Welcome to Night Vale doodle that I REGRET


MY POOR HA N D


Edit- Why are y'all still reblogging this haha…

anonymous asked:

okay but the worst thing about obi-wan having ewan's singing voice is... how would he know? The jedi don't seem likely to engage in frivolous things like lullabies or singing - maybe the republic itself doesn't do music! I mean, their idea of opera is giant space bubbles! So obes has never sung before in his life until he's off to tattoonie with fussy baby luke and a woman on a ship starts singing a lullaby to quiet him and obes picks it up and BAM ewan voice, while the lady sits back like daamn

OH MY GOD OK, I have a LOT of feelings about Obi-Wan and Baby Luke on that initial trip to Tatooine. Like…how long did it take? Did they have to take the equivalent of Space Bus transportation so as not to arouse suspicion? How the hell did Obi-Wan hold it together?

This combined with the above is killing me. Poor Broken Obi-Wan and teeny newborn Luke. They are all the other has right now, and Obi-Wan knows next to nothing about newborns (even if he has met tiny kids at the Temple before, they’re not day-old babies which are a WHOLE different world.) 

And Luke is SUPER hungry and he hasn’t been sleeping and he’s really, really, fussy. And Obi-Wan is exhausted and traumatized, and worried all this crying is going to attract attention. And then Obi-Wan notices some mother on the Space Bus sing-songily calming her baby and he’s like…well, maybe I can try that. I’ve heard people singing before on various planets. He knows some traditional Mandalorian songs, maybe. 

And so he tries it. And he sounds like Obi-Wan McGregor. And Baby Luke is like 😲 followed by 😴. 

Luke always likes hearing people sing after that. He’s not entirely sure why, but it’s always been soothing. 

im crying just thinking about all the times alec and magnus have woken up together though. like imagine the sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtains drowning them both in a soft yellow glow and alec squints at first at the sudden brightness of the room but then his eyes adjust and he turns his head slightly to see magnus pouting a bit and trying to bury himself further under the duvet in hopes to block the light out. and alec just laughs slightly under his breath and moves closer catching hold of magnus’ hand which was resting between them and magnus let’s out a content sigh and looks up at alec with a soft smile and sleepy eyes and alec can feel his heart flutter and he smiles back whispering a raspy “morning” to which magnus replies by lazily kissing him, a quiet “good morning” murmured against alec’s lips and they both just lay there for a while, wrapped up in each other’s arms until magnus tells his boyfriend who’s drifting off to sleep again that he needs to get up and instantly feels himself being pulled closer, just about managing to catch the “five more minutes” alec mumbled against magnus’ neck as he plants soft kisses there and of course five minutes turns into ten but neither of them care when they’re both so wrapped up in the warm little paradise they’ve created together to even notice the world outside of them

A man enters an office supply store. He was a mere mortal seconds before, but as he passes through the door he becomes a customer. His superior gaze drifts across his domain and settles on the cashier. 

“Do you sell stamps?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say,” However-”

“I want one.”

However, we sell them only in sets of ten.”

“But I want one.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, but I can’t sell you a single stamp.”

“Can’t you just…” He (skillfully) mimicks the act of ripping apart paper. 

Clearly, I have never thought of this. My simple mind grapples with the idea. I realize I am dealing with a genius, and yet, I regretfully inform him, “Sorry. They come on stickersheets, and anyways, the barcode–”

“Well that’s just rubbish,” he informs me. He is right. I realize this now. His genius ignites a spark within me. 

“You are right,” I tell him as I take fifteen sheets of stamps into my hands and begin to tear them apart. I type 0,019 stamps and press a non-existent key on the register. I hold out a quarter of a stamp to the customer (with a smile), but he shakes his head (without a smile). I rip apart all the stamps I can find, desperate to please him, for he has gifted this humble store with his presence. From the pieces, I begin to assemble a perfect, custom-made stamp. It is worth exactly 66,66€. I single-handedly reprogramme not only my cash desk, but the entire system. It can now scan any stamp in (or out of) existence. It is raining stamps. I am smiling.

Two hours later, it is done. Beaming, and covered in the torn remains of hundreds of unfortunate stamps, I hold the perfect stamp out to The Customer. He accepts it. I rejoice. It might just be my high fever and blurry gaze, but I think the right corner of his mouth moved upwards for exactly half a second. I am blessed. 

He licks the stamp and slaps it onto a letter. He wants to lend a pen. I lend him a pen. When he is done, he holds the letter out to me expectantly. He does not say a word, my silent angel, but I can tell what he wants. Thus is our connection. There is nothing, I assure you, nothing I would have rather done than to accept his letter, on my knees, with tears of gratitude streaming down my cheeks… But alas: 

“I want to send the letter,” my dear customer finally says, after the silence has stretched into infinity and back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir,” I say with a polite smile, brushing stamps off my shoulders, “We don’t accept mail. We only sell stamps.” 

After all, you can’t make exceptions to a well-established rule in the workplace. 

The customer doesn’t bat an eyelash. “That’s okay,” he says with a disarming smile. “I wouldn’t ask the impossible of you.” 

As he turns to walk away, a single tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it off with a stamp that wears his majestic face, hand-stitched by me. 

I don’t tell him there’s a mailbox around the corner.

(That’s not my job.) 

“Jean Meowljan had never loved anything. For twenty-five years he had been alone in the world. He had never been a father, husband, lover, or furriend…the tender emotions of his youth, if he had any, had been lost in oblivion.

When he saw Clawsette and rescued her, he felt his heart move again. Everything within him, all feeling and affection, was roused and poured onto this kitten.”

Classicat #11: Jean Meowljan and Clawsette (with her doll Catherine), from Les Meowserables by Victor Mewgo

In the book there’s a scene where Meowljan and Clawsette are making their way towards Pawris on foot when Clawsette gets tired. She doesn’t complain, but Meowljan notices anyway. So he carries her the rest of the way (she weighs nothing to him because of his Convict Strength) while she sleeps on his shoulder.

nope we’re not done with shukita self-indulgence LOL

here’s some incoming angst AHAHA end me

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@the-flame-and-hawks-eye a day late ahhhh ;A; Congrats on the two year anniversary of Hellbound, Shay!!! I pretty much get heart palpitations every time I see an update, mostly fearing for what torture for the characters you had thought up and hoping the chapter will never end sadasfSADAFASFSA!!!! The angst and cliffhangers you come up with hurts so much but ILOVEIT!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING SUCH AN AMAZING FIC SHAY!!! <333 

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Could you please give us your two cents about how this 2CT is gonna go down with regards to Lizzy? Bc before when I thought there was only one Ciel I was 100% on board the ship. Now that it's confirmed there are two... I just, I mean, I know Lizzy is going to be with O!Ciel, but like R!Ciel is just so freaking alluring, like??? She's always been in love with the R!, but she never knew she was giving that love to O! And asdfdjslsjc I just I don't know what to think anymore!!

Hi anon! Thank you so much for your question, I have so much to say I don’t even know where to begin haha :D 

This is going to get pretty long, but basically I feel that we may see:

- o!Ciel having to acknowledge once and for all that he treasures Lizzy, and that everything he’s done for her has been because of his own feelings and not because of playing the part of the dutiful fiancé.


- Lizzy making a conscious, informed choice and choosing to remain by o!Ciel’s side. Thus showing o!Ciel that if he just trusts, if he just gives people a chance—people can love him for whom he is, rather than just compare him to his brother and find him paling in comparison.  


R!Ciel will just be a catalyst and an agent during all of this, because he’s there to force their hands and make them face each other and their pasts. What remains to be seen is if he’ll actually care for Lizzy the way he used to in the past, or if she’ll just be a chess-piece for him. Whatever it is he does, he is surely going to be pretty manipulative and sly lol 

Since this arc has already brought to the table that o!Ciel is frightened of being happy, I think this is when he’ll have to take out his claws, be selfish—in an entirely different way—put his foot down and say: no. These people care about me, and I want them in my life even if I’m going to make them suffer. You can’t have them.  

At the same time, it should also be the arc where o!Ciel comes to appreciate himself more. Not his identity as head of the Phantomhive house or as a stand-in for his stronger, more capable brother. But as whom he actually is, because he has people who love him dearly and care for him and will be ready to remind him of how much he’s worth in their eyes and why.

I think that’s going to be one of the keys from here on out, because otherwise Yana wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. However, that’s all assuming Yana will give us a break and let o!Ciel reach a nice development threshold before pulling the rug underneath his feet again for whatever it is she has planned next lol It all depends on how dark she wants the manga to be and on how close (or far) we’re to the end. 

Now for all the otp ramblings! lol 

I have made a couple of posts about Lizzy and 2CT HEREHERE, HERE and HERE and those are probably more organized than this one is going to be. But since I can’t seem to shut up about this, here we go!

Keep reading

Bitemarks contains 11 songs that describe touken’s journey from chapter 122 to chapter 131—it begins with sorrowful songs that slowly turn into hopeful&romantic themes as their relationship changes throughout the chapters (I’ll let you guess which song is for ch125 winkwink..) enjoy!! 🐰 🐐

Dynasty by MIIA.
Private Parts by Halestorm.
I Know You by Skylar Grey.
The War by SYML.
In Your Room by Halestorm.
Pieces by Red.
Hunger by Ross Copperman.
Kiss Me Slowly by Parachute.
The Beauty & The Tragedy by Trading Yesterday.
Stormy by Hedley.
Free Like You Make Me by Cary Brothers.