keepthewindowsopen  asked:

Hello! I hope you're having a lovely day, I just wanted to say that you're incredible. I've always loved your art regarding the batfam, but I've genuinely spent the last 2 hours looking at your original characters and I'm rather obsessed. You're just so phenomenally talented and thank you for sharing your gift with us all. So! I've got a semi weird question for you! How do your OC eat? Are any of them good cooks? Vegetarian? Any information is welcome! Thank you for existing!

Thanks so much!! And I’m super glad you asked that about my OCs because I hadn’t even really thought about it heh. I would say almost all of them hate to cook. Or, in Kai’s case, they’re really bad at it. Len is the only one who can make a proper meal! Sal will eat junk food all day if you don’t stop him. Kai’s a carnivore. He and Evelia are the ones with the highest alcohol tolerance. And Rylen likes anything! Though he does love veggies and seafood.


I love this guy. A lot of fun to build too! Parts from like 7 different kits, so see if you can name them. But I built him just for fun. Wolves were getting stagnant a little and I needed to pump myself up before I really dig in on the vlka. So many Grey Slayers. I’ll probably end up doing a few more ‘Eaters too, their 30k scheme makes me feel all warm inside.

As far as who he is… I do not know. But I do know he’s a renegade of a traitorous Legion.

C&C welcome, thanks for looking!!

fatimaville  asked:

Band members teaching their s/o how to dance. Thanks dear

(you’re welcome!)

2D: Teaching him proves a struggle considering he has absolutely no coordination. His limbs seems to flail everywhere and he has no sense of rhythm. He enjoys it though and he never fails to make you smile

Murdoc: His only move is the pelvic thrust and trying to teach him anything else is a struggle. You eventually persuade him to try the tango and he somewhat likes it, even if he is constantly stepping on your toes

Noodle: She takes to dancing like a duck takes to water. She’s a natural and its a sure fire way to destress her. She likes spending time with you and being able to test out new dance styles

Russel: He used to dance a bit in the past but he’s a bit rusty now. His favourite dance styles are break dance and contemporary, he likes ballet but he likes watching it more than actually doing it 

anonymous asked:

I don't personally have adhd but my best friend does and your blog and a few others have helped me actually understand it and I really appreciate it thank you

You’re welcome. If you have any questions, let me know!!

anonymous asked:

hi!! first of all i love your blog! secondly, im new to the phandom and was wondering if you had any blog recs. :)

thank u!!! welcome to hell!!! (actually nah we r p neat.. but still hell)

here r some of my fav mutuals (even tho all my mutuals r my favs tbh ??), i will probably miss like ten ppl as usual lol:
@phansterdam (emily first bc im a binch and forgot her in my ff, sorry boo) @aforeverhome @roseyboys @bloomingphil @birdphil @eucalyptusdan @doinganap @danopoly @dangelical @glomplester @furryphil @nasahowell @sharkdan @hobbithair @theylikeboys @boncasphan @determinedphil @moonbeamphil @flosculushowell @phtl @phursonas @sorcererphil @avengphil @phandum @masochistphil @hazyphil @heckdan @cloverphan @daintyhowell @daintilydan @monetphil @pugjumper @starrylester @starlesshowell @dimplydan @2009tweets @starlightlester @dantithesis @fringegaps @fringepov @thisguydan @dan-kendonuts @artistphil @artsyphil @warmestdan @bumbledan @colorlester @phasteledits @dogdnp @leftfringe @paradisedan @phjlstr @phanz @danisthirsty @tulipphilip @astronautdan @orchidan @starmadephan @flowerphilled @sugardanny @validdan @galaxydnp @rosemarydan @huphilpuffs @heartdnp @philester @phanwhom gosh that was so LONG but i just am DRENCHED IN LOVE for MY WONDERFUL MUTUALS

some ppl who r not my mutuals but uh… i love their blogs.. a Lot:
@cringe-attacks @ratinof @bondange @glowinghowell @amazingphilz @pseudophan @cafephan @forgetfullittleguy @amazingphil @danielhowell

(btw i only tagged dnp blogs i still would give u my heart if we r non dnp mutuals :((((()

hope u enjoy these anon !!!

midoriyaizukyou  asked:

Hi Perce, I'm new in the Les Mis fandom (I'm just reading the god damned bible that is that book, I'm almost in page 900) and I saw your "Les Amis as children's book writers/publishers." post, and I noticed that you tagged it as "amis" so I was wondering why the term "Les Amis"? I know it means "the friends" but it's like, a way of talking about all the characters or something else or?? idk. Thank you!

Hi!! And welcome to this fandom <3 

While I didn’t make that specific post, I only reblogged it (it was written by @silencefellagain), I tag everything I reblog based on the characters that are involved in the post. I’m not sure if you would have gotten to the “Group Who Almost Became Historic” chapter, but the group we meet there is called “Les Amis de l’ABC”, and when I refer to them in a post or something I usually just refer to that group as les amis/the amis. So, instead of bothering to tag each of those characters individually, I just group them under “amis”.

If you’re still not sure, the amis are ~officially~ Enjolras, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Joly, Bossuet, Jehan, Bahorel, Feuilly, and Grantaire. Often in fandom we’ll add Marius, Cosette, Eponine, and Musichetta (a very minor character in the book) into the same group. I hope that cleared it up!!

anonymous asked:

Thank you so much for sharing the identity crisis blog. And the jobs a submissive has along with age is true for me. I love helping people and trying to get their needs taken care of, so it is nice to let go of any control once I am with my dom. I have always been a tomboy so a lot of the things I like aren't pink and stuffies. I felt that I wasnt your typical little. I am actually more of a tween little who loves to play with nerf/water guns and video games and watch superhero shows. Thank you!

You are most welcome. I’m happy that my efforts could be a guide for you in finding where you fit in.

Hopefully it has and does for others as well.

Never stop learning.

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any fics along the lines of The First Batch Always Flops?? Like anything that starts with one of them dating/having sex with someonelse but that doesn't work and the other kind of picks up the pieces of that mess and finally they end up together? Long or short fics would be welcomed. Thanks!!

First off, for those who are interested in this fic:

The First Batch Always Flops by tinylilremus

Word Count: 2706 / Rating: Teens and Up

Summary: Merlin is used to occasionally walking into the kitchen to meet the sad an embarrassed eyes of the last person to go through Gwaine’s bed. What he’s not used to is finding them irresistibly good-looking and suddenly having the strange urge to make them pancakes to make up for Gwaine’s carelessness. Arthur seems to be a special case.

Second, I could not for the life of me think of a fic where M or A were in a relationship with someone else and then they get together in the end that wasn’t horribly sad with whooping amounts of angst. So…here’s some angsty fics I guess (please note the triggers/tags on each fic):

Merlin with someone else:

Leftovers by Polomonkey

Word Count: 6,060 / Rating: Explicit

Summary: Merlin’s boyfriend Cenred likes to bring men home from clubs and watch them have sex with Merlin. Merlin doesn’t particularly enjoy it but he does it to please his boyfriend. Then one night Cenred brings home Arthur, and everything changes.

Hurricane Drunk by Thursday_Next

Word Count: 2,468 / Rating: Mature

Summary: Gwaine drinks. Mostly because, well, he’s a bit of an alcoholic, but also because of Merlin and his stupid best friend Arthur and their obvious love for each other above everyone else. Above Merlin’s love for Gwaine.

Knocking on Your Door by DeanIsSaved

Word Count: 3,494 / Rating: Mature

Summary: Based off of this tumblr post by user ladiieschoice: ok but a ‘your apartment is next to/above mine and i can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hussed tones and it won’t let me sleep so i bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops and one day turns to one week and then months and i haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, i’ve been knocking for ten minutes’ au

Arthur with someone else:

The Whole World is Waking Up by Polomonkey

Word Count: 13,076 / Rating: Explicit

Summary: After Arthur’s father disowns him, Mordred is kind enough to take him in. But his kindness comes at a price and Arthur’s not sure how long he can keep paying it. Especially since he’s starting to fall for Mordred’s assistant Merlin…

entry point by helloearthlings

Word Count: 10,306 / Rating: N/A

Summary:  It took Merlin longer than usual to deduce that Arthur was seeing someone.

Okay jk, I did some searching and I found ONE fic where Arthur is in a relationship with Sophia before he gets with Merlin and it doesn’t have angst- It’s actually The Funniest Fic I’ve ever read. So there’s a contrast for ya.

Coffeeshop Muffins by skellerbvvt

Word Count: 15,154 / Rating: Mature

Summary: Wherein Arthur And Merlin Are Dating, Save For the Part Where They Aren’t. Also The Girl Version Of Bromance Is Fresbians. But That Isn’t Applicable As Morgana And Gwen Are Actually Sleeping Together.

Okay but every time I see positive gifs/photos/posts about Hayden at the Star Wars celebration I get so emotional because that man was torn to PIECES by the media (and he was never angry about it, he just focused on what he loved: how it made kids happy, and how much fun it was) and now he comes back, a decade later, probably a little nervous if not scared out of his mind (he looks a tad nervous in the pics of him first walking to the event) about how the people are going to react to seeing him again, and he gets a STANDING OVATION and a girl yelling “I love you Hayden” and I can barely imagine how WONDERFUL that must have felt to realize “hey, WE still love you, despite all the haters” and I’m just ugh THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WELCOMING HIM LIKE YOU DID I HOPE HE IS TREATED AS WELL AS HE WAS AT THE CELEBRATION FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE

furbyhater  asked:

Annabeth sleeping in on a Sunday morning (very rare for her but she's 3 months pregnant and always tired so she'll take the rest) and waking up to the faint sound of music coming from the kitchen. She goes to investigate and finds her beautiful husband Percy cooking pancakes with their beautiful 2 year old son in his arms, the two of them dancing as the radio plays something mellow. She stops to watch as their son periodically feeds his dad "booberries" and Percy peppers his son's face w kisses

(i want you to know that this killed me,,,im writing from beyond the grave)

their two year old, theodore, is wearing his favourite shark footie PJs which have blueberry stains around the sleeves and his collar. (it’s a laundry day anyway). he coos happily when he sees his mamma and is easily transferred to her hip when she leans in for a kiss from percy. (one of those easy we’re-gonna-do-this-for-the-rest-of-our-lives kisses which says hi, hello, good morning, and i love you all in one. it’s magic, really.) theodore feeds her a couple of booberries which she thanks him for before sitting him at the table. she makes coffee and percy serves them all pancakes and it’s just a really really great sunday morning.

paladins and memes?
  • lance has every “[verb] in spanish” photo saved to his phone
  • pidge has every kermit photo saved to hers
  • “if i don’t make it out of here i want you to lead voltron”
  • shiro: “lance won’t come out of his room” pidge:”i got this” [deep breath] “WHAT TEAM” lance: [sprinting from his room] “WILDCATS”
  • lance added a shortcut to pidge’s phone so that it autocorrects “fuck u” to “(ง •̀_•́)ง”
  • lance rickrolls people at every opportunity
    • coran actually seems to like the song
  • lance: “can i borrow your laptop” pidge: [clearly typing] “i don’t have a computer”
  • hunk is moon moon
  • shiro: [shows up 10 minutes late with the space equivalent of starbucks] “what’d i miss”
  • coran: [softly, but with a lot of feeling] “what the quiznak”
  • shiro’s eyeliner is a meme
  • keith: “when people get too chummy with me i like to call them by the wrong name to let them know i don’t really care about them” pidge: “that’s a genius move” keith: “thank you” pidge: “you’re welcome… lester” keith: [silent pride]
  • keith likes coconut water
    • lance is appalled, hunk is amused
  • allura’s proposed solution to everything is “take a nap”
    • a 10,000 year long nap
  • shiro: “i could sure use a hot steamy cup of mental stability”
Sick of Losing You

Plot: Harry and Y/N lost each other when he found someone else.

Warnings: None aside that it kinda broke my heart.

Playlist to the one shot:

Thanks to @interfectorems for being such a good friend, supporter and for requesting this. 
Songs that are mentioned but not on the playlist are “Out of the Woods” by Taylor Swift & “If You don’t Know” by 5Sos.

Pic of this beauty isn’t mine.

I watched from a far how he held on to her hand, his fingers grasping and squeezing hers gently while his eyes never left her pretty face. He watched her speak with such an intensity in his green eyes, as if he literally saw nothing other than her. His girlfriend. Not me.
I took a deep breath, swallowed the thick lump building in my throat and turned away from the sight.
Exactly three weeks ago, Harry and I had shared a kiss. Our first kiss, which had been exactly how I’d secretly always wished for it to be. Of course it had been. Every time you get to kiss the person you love is special and like fireworks painting colors into the sky.

He’d been talking and listening to me all night, similar to how he now was with her and had at some point reached out to hold my hand, just like he was holding hers in this moment.
When the time felt right, he’d leant in and had captured my lips with his. Needless to say, Harry was a phenomenal kisser. He knew when to press further, when to use how much tongue and was very attentive to how my body responded to his. Whenever I thought about it now, my cheeks tingled with the memory of his hands cupping them gently as he cradled my face to keep me close. He’d been so soft, so perfect. Harry had touched me with a tenderness, I thought it’d break my heart. I remembered wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling like they belonged there, like I was meant to hold him close.
Only that I wasn’t. The girl he was with now only proved how insignificant I was.

I couldn’t help peaking and looking over at him again. Harry’s lips. I knew exactly how they felt when pressed against my own, knew their taste and shape. Their warmth. Harry’s touch was impossible to forget.
I watched him kiss his girlfriend with a mesmerized stare, before moving away and into the kitchen, leaving the small gathering of our friends with a murmured excuse that I needed to get a refill of my drink, when in reality I couldn’t bear seeing the man I loved sharing affectionate kisses with someone else.
But not even the kitchen was a safe area for me. t had been this exact kitchen, the one in Harry’s house, where he’d pulled me aside and told me about her for the first time.

“It’s difficult” I think he said. “It’s my fault that this situation has become so messy.”

Was it silly that I could actually still remember every word he spoke to me? That I’d engraved every pause, every take in of breath he made, deeply into my head?

“Listen, Y/N… You’re important to me. I care about you. Need you, it’s just… There is someone. Someone who could be a chance for a relationship and I really want to give this a go. Give her a go, I mean. You can understand that, right?”

At first it’d felt like none of it was real. Because how could he be serious?
Harry. My best friend, Harry.
Only three days after our magical first kiss, three days full of us talking and flirting and texting constantly, he was telling me that he wanted someone else. Her name was Ira. And though he was seemingly behaving the same way with her he had been with me, we weren’t the same. In fact, she was everything I wasn’t. So when he told me he wanted her and not me, that he was picking her over of me, how come I’d been surprised?

I would never be his first choice, not when there were thousands of others he could choose from. And it was time for my brain to learn to not interpret every kind gesture, time to learn to stop overthinking every word. It was time for my head to accept, that there was no way Harry Styles could possibly want me.

So… I had been understanding. Kind even.
I’d lied and told him that yes, I agreed that our kiss had been a mistake. We shouldn’t have done any of that and instead thought of our friendship first, rather than our impulses. I’d kept a smile on my face throughout the entire talk and even finished the short chat by wishing him good luck with her. Another lie.

My fingers shook and so I set the empty glass of my drink down quickly, worried for a moment that I might otherwise spill the last few drops. I didn’t think much when I reached for the bottle of vodka on the counter. There was no getting through this night if I didn’t have something proper to drink. If only I remembered the recipe….

“Need help?”

My shoulders tensed. It couldn’t be him. Please… anyone, literally anyone, but him.

However when I turned around, Harry was there. He stood tall and beautiful, his short hair soft and wavy. Harry’s compelling eyes held my gaze with such a tender rawness in them, my knees weakened. All my body burned for was to wrap my arms around his shoulders and have him embrace me, have him tell me that everything would be okay again. I felt like I needed it, but knew that this was a wish I would be denied. Harry must have felt it, too. It was in the air around us. It had changed and… buzzed. As if being in each other’s presence made the world halt still for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Harry chuckled lowly when I didn’t say anything. How could he smile like everything was alright?

And what was it he was apologizing for? Abandoning our friendship? Ruining any hope I’d had to find a partner in him? Shattering my heart? Hardly.

“For scaring you,” Harry elaborated, a sudden hint of guilt in his eyes, almost as if he’d read my thoughts.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I muttered, bearing a false smile, “All good.”

It was hard to look at him. Especially his eyes. They burned a whole into my chest whenever my own orbs found them. They reminded me of the Harry he once was, the one I could always come to and rely on.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, his head nodding towards the bottle of vodka. His forehead furrowed in a worried expression and I quickly set the container back down.

“I wanted to make myself a drink, but the recipe slipped my mind. I’m not as much of an alcoholic as it must look like.”

“Good to know,” Harry chuckled, then, visibly thinking about it first, took a step forward. “I remember what you like in your favorite drink. Could make you one.”

From how close he was standing, it was easy to notice every detail of his skin. Every curve of his lips, every hair of his barely-there beard. My stomach turned.

“That’d be nice.”

Harry smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

We avoided any touching. I was leant against the counter, he stood with a safe distance between us and only came closer when he needed a different ingredient that happened to be near me. It was awkward and… weird. It didn’t feel like ‘us’. The friends we’d been once seemed to be two completely different people. I knew him and felt he was familiar, but there was a emotional distance between us I knew neither of us could overcome. And still, I was with him and even if we behaved like strangers, being with Harry was nice.

“I think that’s it,” Harry said, breaking the silence. His eyes were set on the pink-orange liquid in my glass, then they drifted to my face. A proud smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“You 'think’?” I challenged shyly.

I took the glass from him (cautious not to touch his fingers) and took a sip. It tasted great.

“M'not big of a show off,” Harry grinned, “S'it good?”

I nodded and stirred the colored liquid once more. “Thanks, Harry.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” His voice was soft and his gaze shy.

The air around us shifted once more. My eyes teared up. What had happened to us? Harry and I… we used to be the kind of friends who didn’t stopped talking to each other for hours. At first, we’d be loud. We’d laugh and giggle so much eventually both of our tummies hurt. That was when we’d change the subject and speak more quietly, until several hours later our conversations drifted to topics only we were allowed to hear. Then we’d be whispering and sitting closer together, always an eager sparkle in the other’s eyes as we both listened with interest about what was being said.

I quickly turned away and pretended to yawn. My eyes blinked rapidly and I willed them not to cry in front of him. Not because of embarrassment, but because I couldn’t do that to him. I’d given him my okay. I had no right to be mad at him for having found someone else. Harry remained standing close and with his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans.

“I think I should go,” I muttered.

I held my head low and took a deep breath before looking at him briefly. Harry’s eyes held concern and his fingers twitched, as if he longed to reach out for me.

“Y/N, love,” he began lowly, “Do you think we could talk for a bit? S'been a while since I got to see you. Hear your voice. I missed you.”

This time when my eyes met his green orbs, I didn’t look away, even though I could feel the tears forming and coming closer to spilling over. Harry’s whole expression changed. His cheeks paled and his forehead furrowed deeper.

“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, my weak voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head slowly, sorrow deeply set in his eyes. His feet stepped closer and his warm hands touched my flushed cheeks before I even had the chance to back away from him. The unexpected closeness caught me off guard and had more tears coming, this time because of how much I hated how uncommon this sort of care from him had become.

Harry embraced me. His head buried itself into my neck and both arms wrapped themselves around my waist so he could lift me up from my feet. “Please no, Y/N, Sweetheart. Don’t cry.”

I couldn’t help it. My heart, the final bit that had been whole still, broke in his caring hands and I was overcome and pulled under a wave of grief. That was what I was doing. I was grieving our friendship and the lost hope I’d had for a relationship with him. And he allowed it. He let me cry against his collarbones without any complaint and instead began to hum quietly, knowing how much his voice always soothed me. Pain shot through my chest. He probably did the same when she was upset.

“I can’t-” I cried, but got cut off by my lungs that burned with need for air.

Harry hushed me, his hold tightening, “Don’t, Y/N. It’s going to be alright.”

I shook my head and loosened the hold I’d taken around his neck. My hands momentarily brushed his soft hair, then I pulled away. Harry hesitated but allowed me to step out of his hold.

“I can’t take it anymore, Harry,” I confessed, my voice breaking halfway through the sentence. I reached up to brush my cheeks with the end of my sleeve and hiccuped. My head felt numb and I knew if I didn’t get out of this kitchen soon, he’d witness a break down I wasn’t comfortable with him seeing.

Harry’s hand reached for my arm. I didn’t fight it when he pulled me closer to him, but avoided his eyes when he leaned down to find my gaze.

“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice rough with emotion, “I promise you, it’ll be alright. M'not leaving, okay? M'not. We’ll figure this out.”

I wanted to scream but all I could was shake my head rapidly. “Figure this out how? What have we become, Harry?”

Another sob wrecked through my chest.

“I don’t know,” he confessed, “But we’re going to find each other again, okay? I promise. Let me say goodbye to the others and then we’ll go for a walk or something. We’ll talk. About everything and nothing at all… Just like we always used to, yeah?”

Used to. So long ago, it seemed.

“Okay,” I whispered, my burning eyes set on my feet. My skin shivered under his warmth and my lips hurt from how much I was bitting them.

I flinched when his mouth pressed a kiss to my head. The skin was left with a burning sensation. “Wait for me here, love.”

Harry’s quick feet carried him out of the kitchen and left me standing by the counter with my heart at the pit of my stomach. I stood up straight and brushed the few remaining tears from my cheeks. My skin tingled and I felt the hint of a smile on my lips, even though my body ached.
Looking back now, I wish I would have stayed put by the counter and had waited for him just like he’d asked me to. I wish I hadn’t been impatient and eager to reunite with Harry, because that eagerness drove me to exit the kitchen shortly after him and turn the corner, allowing me clear view into the living room.
There he stood. His arms around her thin form, his hands in her long hair and his lips kissing hers. All air was knocked right out of me. I could see how his hands gently moved against her neck, bringing her in closer and their bodies flush together. When their lips parted for a moment, I could see how he let his tongue run along his lower lip, as if he wanted to make sure he got all of her taste. And I could see him smile warmly at her, right before he leaned back in to connect their mouths once more. This sight… it burned.
I didn’t wait for him. Because I had been wrong before. My heart wasn’t truly broken until that moment, witnessing the man I loved with my everything, kissing a woman who wasn’t me. And if he wasn’t going to leave me, if he was just going to keep me close and allow my heart to shatter over and over again, then I supposed I would have to be the one to go first.
So that’s what I did. I walked back to the entryway, slid on my jacket, picked up my bag, and left the house. Left, to never come back to Harry Styles.

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