something i'm listening to

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We’ll eat you up, we love you so! 

I had these illustrations just sitting in my sketchbook for weeks and I’m very glad to finally have them colored. (I can still feel my wrists aching just by looking at these aaugh).

These were done purely for fun, and along with feeling like doing a crossover that I have not seen done yet. Drawing these were super fun to do and I hope you enjoy haha <3

some doodle-y warmups of @cat-pun‘s Ophelia (drawn with minimal reference forgive me)

I think Yuuri knows how to play the piano!

“Hm? Is that a piano?”

Yuuri looks up from where he’s sorting out his laundry, a sock in one hand and a shirt in another. He puts the sock to one side and begins folding the shirt, Victor’s shirt that he keeps forgetting to give back. “Oh, that? I got that keyboard a long time ago—before I went to Detroit, even.”

Victor tilts his head from where he sits on the bed, feet stretched out before him. Blinks and looks at Yuuri. “Do you still play?”

“Sometimes.”

“Play for me?”

Smiling, Yuuri sets aside one of Victor’s scarves and stands. “Any requests?”

“Your song,” the Russian says decisively after a heartbeat of thinking. “Yuri on Ice.”

“Hmm. I never learned it,” Japan’s top figure skater admits. He shakes his head and pulls out the keyboard from where it sits propped against his closet. “But I can try.”

“You can do that?” Victor asks. The words, You’re that good at playing? go unsaid.

Yuuri shrugs, plugs the keyboard into the wall and turns the machine on. “Sure,” he answers, fingers running over scales like water pouring from a fountain. The sound is crisp and clear, and Victor finds himself pleasantly surprised. He wonders why.

“I’ve skated to this song so many times it’s practically engraved in my head,” the brunet continues, moving into arpeggios and rhythmic exercises. The keyboard moves slightly as Yuuri presses into the keys, the device pushing into the yielding mattress. “Just give me a second to warm up.”

As Yuuri’s fingers drift over the keys, Victor swings his feet back and forth. “How did you start playing?”

Yuuri’s fingers don’t stop, unheeding of or perhaps disregarding the conversation. Yuuri turns to look at the older man and hums. “I saw a video of someone playing the piano and decided to learn.”

“Did you take lessons?”

“For a time, yes.”

“How old were you when you started?”

Yuuri huffs a laugh from his nose and tests out various chords. “Is this an interrogation now?”

“Well, I never knew you could play. Is it so wrong to want to learn more about your boyfriend?”

“Mm.” Yuuri pauses, looking down at his hands. “I started when I was relatively young. Six, I think?”

“That is young.”

“Well, I stopped being so serious about it when I began taking ballet lessons. And then skating took up most of my time after that.”

“But you still play?”

“I still play.”

Yuuri begins then, starting with the sixteenth note triplets, and Victor closes his mouth and just listens. It’s lovely—reminds him of when he first listened to it, half asleep and with Yuuri excitedly leaning over his lap. Reminds him of his former student, of his lover before they became lovers.

“You’re very good at this.”

Closing his eyes and letting himself visualize the music inside his head, Yuuri leans back and feels his lips quirk into a half-smile. “I’m not the type to let a skill atrophy without practice.”

“That’s not you, no,” Victor agrees.

And they both listen, then, to the music pouring out of the cheap keyboard roused from its sleep. He times his breathing to the swelling of the melody, to the rise and fall of the notes, to the cadence of the moment. Victor leans against Yuuri’s shoulder and Yuuri leans back, the two of them content to relive their memories through the passage of sound.

It’s a peaceful moment filled with peaceful feelings. Victor tells himself to ask Yuuri to play more music for him from now on.

You know what this whole thing reminds me of? 

In the animated series Gravity Falls, there was this show-long question of who the author of the show’s journals was. At one point, this picture of the character Old Man McGucket was leaked, leading people to believe that he was the author.

When it was revealed that he WASN’T the author, it turned out it was all a part of some insane plan by the show’s creator, Alex Hirsch. 

And I’m sorry, this is exactly what’s happening to us, just on a much bigger, grander scale. It’s happening.

Our dads are having fun. 

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sorry, forgot to introduce myself. call me jesus. (x)

a mix for everyone who feels unsteady, overwhelmed, and scared. for those who are running out of hope and strength. this is for you. it’s gonna be alright. filled with happy, hopeful songs, throwbacks, and just some fun bops that will put a smile on your face.

i made this last night while scrolling through facebook and seeing all of the heartbreak and fear in my friend’s posts as a result of the election. i truly believe that music can help people, even just for a bit. so i made this 83 song playlist to make my friends smile and i hope it helps y’all too. <3 

Cards on the Table (Taron Egerton)

Originally posted by senxrfoggy

Summary: They dealt the cards in their hands when it came to their relationship, but there was always one that they kept hidden in their sleeves.

Author’s Note: I don’t normally write imagines for real actors, but my thirst levels are off the chart and I couldn’t help myself when I got this idea. I wrote it mainly for myself so I just want to publish it here for fun. Enjoy!


Their relationship always seemed a bit simple once they laid their cards out on the table.

Being cast as one of the main bodyguards for the villain in the new Kingsman movie meant spending quite a bit of time with the main cast. Even more so when her role involved seducing Taron Egerton’s Eggsy Unwin in the script. They got along quickly, and it didn’t take her long to know that she was attracted to him.

Who wouldn’t be? He was very cute and sweet and made her laugh. She had almost let it develop into a crush. Almost.

After a long day of shooting on the set, Taron, herself, and a few of the cast went out to a nearby bar for drinks. A few rounds in, the conversation had turned in the direction of relationships and types. She had no type, she said. If she was attracted to a guy, she was attracted to him; it didn’t matter what his hair color, eye color, or race was. Simple.

Taron’s was simple as well. “I like older women,” he answered. That was his card, and that was when she knew she didn’t stand a chance; she was two years younger than him. One of their co-stars said that people always end up dating beyond their types. She (almost) wanted to believe that was true and keep that glimmer of hope, but her thoughts quickly shut it down. Why wouldn’t it work between Taron and an older, more mature woman?

She was most definitely not that.

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Please don't repost my art

I really didn’t want to start the year by saying this but I had to say it sooner or later. I’m not okay with it anymore and dealing with it is really stressing me out. please, please don’t repost my things.

I’m really glad that you like it and want to share it or put it on your account or whatever reason you have, but please don’t repost it, even if you give credit. Don’t crop it and put a filter on it and put it on Instagram, YouTube, anywhere for that matter. I hate saying no to people but I’ve been ignored so many times when I try to speak with reposters and it really hurts to know that people care so little for my feelings on this matter.

I’m okay with dubs and translations but please ask me first.

signs as songs I found in my old files

aries: cascade- bad boy
taurus: rihanna- umbrella
gemini: o-zone- numa numa
cancer: scatman john- I’m a scatman
leo: every single linkin park song I found…. 
virgo: haddaway- what is love
libra: blue 65 - blue (da ba dee)
scorpio: kesha- tik tok
sagittarius: britney spears- toxic
capricorn: avril lavigne- girlfriend
aquarius: beyonce- halo
pisces: little boots- remedy

I have my issues with bioware, which I feel like is putting it maybe too lightly, but dragon age has gotten me through some of my most suffocating depressive episodes.