somewhere in the back

that last post really is me like i went to macdonald in the dead of the night once and parked in the DARKEST most empty corner of the parking lot and i was just chilling in the dark with all my visors down for privacy listening to music and eating my burger and some loud motherfucker parks RIGHT next to me when the Whole lot was free and i just stared him down as i backed out of my spot and reparked somewhere else like… what is your PROBLEM

Sorry To My Unknown Lover

Eva wondered how she got in this situation, with her crazy hair from being basically bed ridden for a week, with her old girl squad huddled around her, whispering their own encouraging thoughts. She wondered how she got into a place to have them all so concerned, with Noora’s sad eyes, Vilde’s worried smile, Chris B.’s nervous laughter and Sana’s motherly arms wrapped around her. In reality, the answer was quite simple: Jonas Noah Vasquez.

Three years, two weeks, and four days ago Eva had made the worst possible mistake of her life: she said yes to Jonas Noah Vasquez for the second time in her life. Perhaps it was because the boy she’d finally decided to give a chance had gone off and did his usual thing. The words once a fuckboy always a fuckboy had whispered throughout her brain that day, and then somewhere along the lines she had found herself falling back into Jonas’ arms. Somehow she found herself locking herself into this cycle once again.

It wasn’t that Eva hadn’t been happy for Chris. She had been. She was. She was glad he could finally be happy, and apparently he was happy when he was doing typical fuckboy things - like hooking up with someone who was not the girl who invited him to a party. And he didn’t even need alcohol in his system to do it, there were no excuses to hide it.

But she did not blame Christoffer Schistad. Not now, and not then, because for a while things had been good between her and Jonas. Things had been running smooth, and she had been happy. Genuinely, purely, happy.

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Writing muse pops up to talk about my Brainstorm/Chromedome fusion!! Yay!!

Somewhere, in the back of or deep down in your processor, the pained shrieks of the mech in your grasp gave rise to small bubbles of regretful and guilty thoughts. Somehow those howling pleas wrung from his vocalized as your needles sunk ever deeper into his plating filled you with disgust and the urge to cease.

But you didn’t stop. You didn’t even hesitate.

Separate, you two were soft and kind, albeit very rough around the edges and a little frightening to witness at work, but you’d never hurt anyone. Never intentionally. But at the same time, between the two of you, the universe had not returned the affections of your easily-loving sparks, your once innocent and curious minds, and your gentle servos. Both of you had been so hurt.

Construction.
Manipulation.
War.
The Institute.
The killswitch.
The briefcase.
Your needles.
Perceptor.
Dominus.
Quark.
Rewind.

There was a friendship born out of that mutual struggle, a harmony that was forged strong through comfort and held firm despite your insufferable attributes.

And now you’re together. Processors joined. Thoughts intertwined. Now you can actually feel each other’s pain, your furies combining, intertwining, overwhelming. But it’s mutual, and that’s what makes you dangerous. Pain is pain is pain is pain, all giving rise to rage but it’s the solidarity and the understanding of another that can make the rage to seem justifiable.

Maybe that’s why you don’t stop, your needles pushing in up to the hilt, the tips of your digits meeting his plating as he screamed his apologies too little too late. It was because his screams were being deafened by the voices going back and forth in your mind.

“It’s okay.”
“I’ve got you.”
“I’ve got you.”
“He won’t hurt you.”
“I won’t let him.”
“I’m going to stop it.”
“I’m going to make it stop.”
“We’re going to be okay.”

The words are like an embrace, you welcome it because it’s warm like the tears always flowing freely from your optics and not the mech now silent and gray in your hold. It’s where you’re not a weapon or a tool or a storyteller’s favorite tragedy story.

Here, together, you are safe, and nothing ever has to hurt you again.

I dreamt of my momma and I kept taking out my phone in my dream and making videos of her just talking to others in the dream, doing her hair, walking somewhere, simple candids so when she went back to heaven I’d still have her presence and I was sad to wake up. It would be cool if those videos and photos were really on my phone

!!! What’s this? lol jk it’s just a small teaser I did recently (oh nooo flashback train tracks!). I’ve been getting messages about the Zen Feels Train again despite it being in the FAQ already askjdhsakd does no one read FAQs anymore ;;-;;

So anyway, I was thinking of updating on April  (bruh work messed up my schedule I forgot there was a major sale during April-May season) and I was thinking of updating per page whenever I finish one && upload it somewhere like tapastic (?) or something similar so I don’t clutter up your dashes. I will still upload sets on tumblr like before but for those who want to view pages as they are completed, the off-tumblr option (tapastic,webtoon,etc idk yet) is always there (…?) what sites would you guys suggest?

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2015. & 2017.  

Just speechless ❤❤❤❤❤

dear evan hansen sky high au

the wonderful @galaticpanda and I spent the past few days brainstorming this

inspired by this les mis fic where les amis were all at Sky High

Evan: 

  • has the power to make plants grow anywhere
  • of course, his favorite type of plant to grow is trees
  • has a ton of little flowers and flowerpots growing in his room
  • gets too nervous going up to show his power so he ends up getting picked to be sidekick
  • doesn’t want to use it to harm people
  • let him grow his trees in peace
  • grows little bonsai trees and stuff when he gets anxious to calm himself down
  • when he goes full on panic attack things start to grow on him uncontrollably
  • always has twigs and leaves and petals in his hair. The other four are always pulling them out but he is never plant-free for long
  • connor thinks he looks adorable
  • leaves little flowers for people when he can tell they’re hurting
  • largely linked to his feelings/emotions
  • spends the night at connor’s or something and they wake up to a little rainforest 

Connor:

  • power: invisibility
  • when he and zoe were younger, they’d play hide and seek and he’d always play little cute tricks on her by disappearing so she can’t find him
  • goes into his room and turns invisible when he wants to be alone
  • or when he doesn’t want people to see him at school
  • mainly uses it to avoid social situations
  • gets picked as hero because his power is useful, but he hates having that much pressure on him so he doesn’t try very hard
  • also turns invisible when he’s embarrassed, so when he starts liking evan he disappears whenever evan looks at him
  • evan thinks it’s because connor doesn’t like him, but later on he realizes that it’s actually because he does
  • of course when evan realizes this he makes a little bouquet of flowers for connor and there’s blushing all around (connor turned invisible for a solid hour)
  • when he doesn’t want to talk to his parents he uses his invisibility to make them think he left his house

Jared: 

  • technopath/computer genius
  • everyone expected it because of how good he was with computers
  • initially chosen as hero, but moved to sidekick after 2 days
  • he got demoted because he reprogrammed the school intercoms to say nothing but the word “kinky” on repeat for an entire day
  • the professors couldn’t do anything about it. the only thing they could do was make him a sidekick as a punishment
  • jared doesn’t really care. sometimes he makes the teachers’ computers flash obscenities to make evan laugh
  • they first find out about his power after connor throws the printer at the teacher and jared just walks over there and fixes it like it’s nothing
  • he’d fixed all of his robot toys at home so that they could move on their own and do other awesome things
  • still loves video games
  • his and evan’s personalities/powers clash, but in a good way

Zoe:  

  • everyone thinks it has to do with music bc she can just play any instrument that she picks up
  • she just goes with it. doesn’t say much when they make fun of it or anything 
  • one day the murphys are camping and realize that no one knows how to start a fire so she just casually uses her powers to make one
  • she’s actually a pyro and they all freak out a bit
  • cue all the “zoe is hot” jokes
  • evan kinda realizes that this must mean that she’s actually just musically talented on her own
  • she gets picked to be a hero and she loves learning to use her powers
  • she’s the only person connor won’t mess with because he knows how much power she has
  • she and connor often refer to themselves as supergirl and the invisible boy

Alana:

  • superintelligence/telepathy
  • this one’s no surprise to her or her family
  • she was obviously intelligent from a young age 
  • chosen as a hero, for obvious reasons
  • she knows the answers to questions before they’re even asked, so everyone originally assumes she can see into the future
  • in reality, her telepathy allows her to read minds so she already knows what they’re gonna ask
  • however, she also hears all the snide comments everyone makes/thinks about her
  • she has trouble filtering what’s said and what’s thought so she thinks of a lot of people as friends
  • she forgets who actually confides in her
  • she knows more about some people than they know about themselves
  • that’s why she said that she was friends with connor
  • she can hear his dark cloud of negative thoughts from classrooms away
  • she also knows about evan and his insecurities
  • when someone is having a particularly bad day she’ll sorta sneak positive thoughts into their heads like how evan leaves flowers for people

if keith is from texas and lance and hunk are both from countries that are for the most part sunny, that means that they’ve all never seen snow before……………… wrow

So there’s this long list of prompts, and I love all of them, so I’m going to do a bunch of them completely unprompted.

Number One: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”


“I can’t believe this is your dirty secret.”

Boyd raised his eyebrows, adjusting his belt. “What did you think it was?”

“I don’t know, scrapbooking? Ballroom dance? Secret piccolo prodigy?” Stiles tried to shimmy the massive wedgie out of his buttcrack, but it just slipped in further. God damn it. He was wearing way too many layers to go after it, at least two of them chainmail.

“Piccolo?” Boyd’s tone itself wasn’t threatening, but picking up a broadsword and sheathing it on his belt certainly was. It was much bigger than Stiles’ sword, that was for sure.

“Come on, dude. Do you really not see the irony of a literal werewolf LARPing? And not as a werewolf? You wouldn’t even need prosthetics!”

“It’s not roleplaying if you’re just being yourself.”

“Okay, but why roleplay when you’re already a badass? Let’s face it, if anyone here should be roleplaying, it’s the pack human who doesn’t have superpowers.”

“They aren’t superpowers!” Derek’s usual reflex response came from behind the curtain, and then he added, “Are you sure you didn’t give me Kira’s outfit?”

Boyd rolled his eyes like they were the ones being unreasonable here. “Yes, I’m still sure. Come out.”

Stiles couldn’t actually hear it, but it was like a sixth sense by now; he knew Derek sighed before yanking back the crookedly hanging sheet that served as a dressing room in a corner of their massive canvas pack tent.

“So, the skirt is supposed to be this short.”

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Now matter how hard I try, I just can’t get the cold open out of my head. Twelve doesn’t deserve to regenerate alone, screaming in the snow. I can’t help but to notice how much of a contrast it is to Eleven’s regeneration. 

Eleven was with Clara, in the comfort of the TARDIS with his clean-cut and tidy appearance. 

Twelve is alone, out in the harsh cold with torn up clothes and broken appearance.

I just really hope that this isn’t what his regeneration will be like. Cold, broken, alone.