still alot to do but

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…you know what it feels like to get booped off an edge. You just…let it happen and die a little inside is all.

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Oh boy. I finished this thing in a day, but I procrastinated posting it for another three days after realizing a lot of errors in the format of the comic rip but im lazy af so i never even fixed them ahh. As for the other comic I was working on: every new chapter released reveals another logical flaw in the comic. I think I’ll wait till the companion fic starts to really fix up that comic orz :’( 

This is for chapter 12 in the fic Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by @kazliin

I jumped on board the mermaid au but i made it shance kek 

This au has lance being an alien mermaid(man??) who was taken from his home and put into an exotic creatures exhibit (so basically a zoo) >>

So for the time being Voltron is formed (allura pilots the blue lion for the time being, but blue is constantly telling her she wants “her pilot” whatever that means) and during a mission to free the aliens and creatures in the zoo Shiro comes across Lance’s display, and lance is all like “ Heeeeey look at this nice piece of meat i like this…whatever this is” and shiro’s like “Hot damn this dude is cute shit”

so shiro pushes the gay thoughts aside and comes in like “Im a paladin of voltron here to save you!! …..how do i get you out….” 

lets just say it ends up with shiro busting the glass open and getting completely soaked ^^’ 

Anyways Lance is just like “My hero~ Please get me out of here now “


Sooo yea By then all the aliens are free’d and shiro comes back to the castle-ship with lance still in his arms cause of course he’s gonna make the MERMAID FUCKING WALK and then introduces him to everyone and whoops blue screams at allura like “THATS MY PILOT GIMMIE GIMMIE GIMMIE”

and thats as far as i got >< I still have alot of shit i wanna do for this au ^ 3^ feel free to send me idea kek i love drawing mermaid lance and like im just super gay for shance anyway lelelelel

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Street Fighters doing Jojo poses, In Sprite Form!


Click on it for the real size. At first I only did Ryu, Dan, and Ken, but then I decided Chun Li should be in there…then decided Part 3 and 5 should be represented as well, THEN figured Rose and Guile should be in there because they owe their existence to Jojo. Then finally I decided to add a Dio rep. Since Gill and Urien may or may not have been inspired by the Pillar Men, I chose Gill instead of Bison.


The Background was also inspired by an existing Jojo Wallpaper I saw once. Even though I was working with existing assets, this still took awhile to do. Still had to customize ALOT of stuff. Also I found out that Alex is 195cm, just like the Joestar Men! Dang


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I’ll see you somewhere, I’ll see you sometime darling..
—  The Smiths~ I won’t share you

Some MHA manga redraws, because I’ve been binge reading it and I really really love the style!! It’s really good. With obvious Todoroki bias coz I see those parallels my boy good job on the friend thing I’m so proud

Also Aizawa’s trolling smiles crack me up every time help

Dylan Strome imagine

Think about an overgrown child taking care of small children.

The collective term for ‘nieces and nephews’ is nibling. I think that’s adorable.

For: @starrygirl2014 sorry it took so long

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Originally posted by dallas41chicago88

“No! Absolutely not!”

Your older siblings had asked you to babysit for the weekend since they and their spouses wanted to go to a special couples retreat. Apparently they got it cheaper since they booked a double package which left you to take care of them. Your boyfriend Dylan on the other hand did not approve.

“I don’t even know how to take care of a goldfish, why would you trust me with a toddler?”

You just sighed. How hard could it be to take care of five small children and one giant child?

Surprisingly the baby was the easiest to take care of. Your sister in law gave you one of those things that you use to strap babies to your chest, which helped you keep an eye on your tiny nephew. Your other niblings were still running around the house with exception of your brother’s youngest daughter who was currently napping on the couch. Dylan sat next to her watching an old Coyotes game with the sound low. You were trying to make something healthy for dinner with your nephew strapped to your back so he didn’t get in the way when you heard a loud crash followed by Dylan calling your name. You turned the heat off and walked to the living room as fast as you could, expecting the worst. The first thing you did was look at Dylan who just looked at you helplessly and pointed at the three older kids that were fighting in the corner of the living room. A vase had fallen off a cabinet and at least one of them was crying. They saw you and immediately ran over, tugging at your clothes and you had a hard time preventing the baby from crying as well.

“Auntie Y/N, Sean pushed me in the backyard and now my knee hurts!”

“I did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too, i saw it! And he took away my toy truck!”

On your back the baby had begun to cry too and your niece on the couch clung to Dylan, close to tears herself. How did your siblings manage?!

You tried your best to separate the fighting brothers and then took your niece Millie to the bathroom to take care of her scraped knee. Dylan was supposed to watch the boys so after you put a band aid on Millie’s knee while simultaneously trying to calm down little Tommy on your arms you made your way back downstairs. The living room was awfully quiet and for a second you thought that they all miraculously fell asleep but then you saw the boys sitting on the sofa. They had their heads together whispering and you feared the worst.

“What’s going on?”

They looked in your direction before turning back around.

“Uncle Dylan is showing us pictures of his brothers. Did you know that they fight alot but still love each other very much?”

“Oh really, do they?”

“Yeah. But when they fight they always make up just like Sean and me. Because brothers stick together.”

You looked over at Dylan and smiled. After all the talking about having no idea how to take care of kids you thought he’d be doing worse but the kids actually loved him.

After dinner you put Tommy down to sleep and went downstairs to join the rest of your family. The kids and Dylan were piled up on the couch, all eyes glued to the tv screen as Dylan tried to explain the basics of hockey to them. You actually had to fight your nieces for a place next to Dylan who threw his arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“Having fun?”

He leaned closer and touched his forehead to yours.

“Tons.”

He answered before giving you a peck on the lips.

“Ew!”

“Gross!”

You pulled away and laughed.

“Okay you little monsters, it’s bedtime.”

You ushered them all to go brush their teeth and get ready for bed. Ten minutes later you wanted to tuck the small ones into bed but they objected.

“I want uncle Dylan to put me into bed.”

“Me too!”

“Me three!”

He just looked at you helplessly but you smiled. He could do this.

“Just read them a story and make sure they’re asleep.”

The children dragged Dylan into their room and you went and got ready for bed. You brother and his wife are letting you use their bed while Dylan was supposed to stay in their guest bedroom but you stayed with Dylan anyway. You went to check on the boys and saw that they were fast asleep before walking over to the girls’ room. Dylan was reading their favorite book to them. One of them was already asleep but Millie was still wide awake. He read to her for a little while you stood in the doorway watching. It was adorable and even if you wouldn’t admit it it made you think about how Dylan would read to your own children one day.

“Auntie Y/N, can you come here?”

You walked into the room and over to her bed.

“Yeah. What’s up buttercup?”

She turned to Dylan and gave him a toothy smile.

“You can go.”

He looked at you confused but stood up and walked out of the door.

“He’s nice. You can keep him.”

“What?”

“Dylan. I like him even if he can’t do the voices right.”

She pointed to the book on the bedside table.

“He is pretty great, isn’t he?”

“Can I be flower girl at your wedding?”

It was meant to be an innocent question but it shocked you anyway.

“Nobody’s getting married just yet pumpkin. Maybe in a few years and only if uncle Dylan wants to but not now. Go to sleep, okay?”

You hurried to turn off the lights and get out of the room. You and Dylan haven’t even been dating for a year and your niece was already talking about marriage.

Later that night you were just about to fall asleep when Dylan, who had until then laid in the bed with his back turned towards you, turned around and brought his arm around your waist, pulling your back flush against his front.

“I want to.”

You were just about to tell him no, not with the children in the house, when he continued.

“Get married I mean. I heard you talking with Millie and you said you’d marry me if I wanted to and I do want to. Just not now. Sometime in the future.”

He found your hand in the dark and intervened it with his.

“Dylan…”

You whispered. You had no idea he felt that way.

“I know it’s a scary thing to think about and it’s even weirder to talk about it but it’s true. Seeing you with your nieces and nephews, hanging out with them… I just can’t help but imagine coming home to a bunch of tiny Stromers one day. Obviously not right now or even in the near future, I would have to find a relatively stable place in the NHL first and you’re going to finish your degree and we aren’t even living together and I know we’ve never talked about it but I really hope it doesn’t scare you off. I never felt this way before, never even thought about a future like that before today but now… I love you.”

You turned around and put your forehead against his. It was dark in the room but you could feel Dylan’s anxious gaze and hoped he felt your encouraging smile in return.

“I love you, too. That sounds like a lovely future for us.”

INTProcrastinate
  • <p> <b>ENFJ:</b> Dude,you've got alot of work to do and yet you're STILL on your phone..<p/><b>INTP:</b> *still on the phone*well, you know what they say,out of sight out of mind.<p/><b>ENFJ:</b> Yeah,but I've got a funny feeling you're planning on finishing a month's worth of assignment overnight.<p/><b>INTP:</b> Now that you mention it,I think that's what I was planning on doing.But I don't like plans,so I think I'll make some time and squeeze the whole damn assignment in the morning.<p/><b>ENFJ:</b> *chuckles*That's actually the first good joke you've said all day..<p/><b>INTP:</b> ......<p/><b>ENFJ:</b> ...you're fucking serious.<p/></p>

Inktober Day #21: Big

Inspired by this lovely art, as I totally agree with it and I love the idea of Mob hitting a growth spurt and growing quite a bit taller than Reigen someday :’) He’s mostly still a string bean (like my brother) but he does have some lean muscle now, so his time in the Body Improvement Club paid off! Reigen is proud…a proud dad indeed.

Ritsu is still the taller brother though, and he’s got the sleep deprived college freshman look down pat (gotta keep those stellar grades up), which is frankly terrifying to everyone BUT Mob X’’D 

It just hit me over the head how close to ending my last semester of school is???? Oh boy….

IM MEXICAN AND I LOVE DIRTY LAUNDRY

just thought I’d let you know.

No, I’m not “¼” mexican, im not “½” mexican, I am a full blood, tanned skinned, long haired, bachata dancing, carne asada eating, chili y limon loving mexican. And I really love Dirty Laundry.

While some can not relate to the type of lifestyle that is portrayed in the story, I find it very funny and enjoyable.

I love “la chancla” jokes and what not because they ARE funny, or at least to be personally.

In mexican culture, a child is given a slap on the wrist or a spanking for acting up or showing bad behavior, and that is noRmaL. Do alot of mexicans do it now? No. But it still happens, and once it is done, our parents show us tender love and care and us children know that we will get punishment where punishment is do.

When Rosa runs around frantically, making everyone clean the house, that is once again a big stereotype that I have witnessed first hand with my own mother.

The gasolina part where everyone was singing in the car? That was spot on. I actually started dying a lil bit because I flip shit too when I hear daddy yankee.

The story does a wonderful portrayal of a mexican/american family and I get very confused when I see other mexicans become so offended by the writing.

The mother is a strong passionate women who keeps her family happy and together. The father is a quiet, and sometimes harsh man yet still loves his family with all his heart. The grandmother is honest, sometimes too honest, and has alot of spunk. The sisters are teasing, the brothers are playful, and they are all one big family that sticks through anything.

And family is one of the biggest morals to a mexican. Probably the most important.

Our culture thrives on family, friends, and love and support. We love dancing and we love food and we like things to be clean. We like to be honest, we like to laugh, and we like being as open as we can be to each other. That’s exactly what Dirty Laundry has done.

So please, keep this story going. It’s rare too see writers get so in depth into my culture and i’m loving it.

Owl City’s music is so relaxing and uplifting and I’m forever grateful for it