squints how do i

I spent more time on his hat than his face tbh and didn’t put a lot of effort in his clothes but here is the thing

I need them to post more selfies so I can draw more 😬😬😬

data (about his child): “i am incapable of giving her love”

also data: *literally names his child “beloved”*

Your name and username.

Where you’re from.

Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Salmon, Caramel, New Orleans, Water, Pecan, Both, Meme, Celtic, Tumblr.

What’s your favorite food?

What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?

What do you call gym shoes?

What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

Choose a book and read a passage from it.

Do you speak a second language?

Do you think you have an accent?

What’s your favorite band/artist?

What’s your favourite pizza place? Favourite pizza topping?

Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?

End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.

i was tagged by @ndbrt6

& i tag @0daireble and @emerald-in-blue-hell if u want to & any of my followers who want to do this 

Sick x Day


A kiss on the forehead - erases misery.

I kiss your forehead.

—       Maria Tsvetaeva, “A kiss on the Forehead” (via thelovejournals)

For @sketchxhunter ^-^ I hope you have a wonderful birthday bc you are a wonderful person and you deserve it! I hope you like this!

This is on ao3!

Word count: 1765

Aged up au

His cell vibrates and Killua snatches it before it can make a sound.

“Hello?” Killua mumbles into the phone.


He pauses, a gentle smile spreading across his face. “Alluka. It’s good to hear your voice.”

She giggles and Killua’s chest swells at the simple sound. She says happily, “You too! I haven’t heard from you in a while, so I was worried. How are you doing?”

“Well, I’m fine.” He squints in the dim light. There’s a tea pot on the stove filled with water. It’s not boiling yet, but it should get there soon.

“Why did you say it like that?”

He runs his free hand through his bangs. “Gon’s sick.”

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“Will you walk into my parlour?” Said the Spider to the Fly. 

Destiel drabble because Misha got Snapchat...

Cas just wants to make Dean laugh, so he spends an entire afternoon looking at the snapchat app he downloaded. He has seen on the Internet that you can add silly illustrations and decorations to your “snaps”. Instead, he just ends up sending Dean a three second video of himself squinting at the screen saying “Is this- how do I work this?”

Dean responds back via text that he has no idea, that he’d much rather see Cas in person anyway. So Cas zaps himself to Dean’s motel room. He expects Dean to want to watch a movie, chat about something trivial, before they go to bed and get lost in each other.

But Dean pulls him down to the bed and grabs his phone. They spend the next hour taking pictures of themselves with flower crowns, with distorted faces, with puppy ears. They laugh until their stomachs hurt at the horror of the face swap incident.

For a night, they forget about the evil that always seems to be one step ahead of them. All they care about is watching bubbles explode over their faces as they kiss.

Dean decides that technology isn’t so bad.


All those Gather Your Party horns Hawke just blows it and companions come running… right?