the first version came out better

Finally finished this after butchering it on the first try. digital painting is NOT my strong suit, so i’m just not gonna worry about trying that style for now ~ w ~;



Oh sweet beans what did I do to the colors and the face and the UGH D:

Book collage on Fangirl by rainbowrowell - TAKE 2!

So, I made a Fangirl book collage way back when I first read the book (and fell completely and madly in love with it) and I’ve been wanting to redo the design for quite a while now because I really hate it I feel like maybe I’ve got a bit better at doing them?

Changed up the colours to reflect the AMAZING Collector’s Editions that came out earlier this year. I like it a lot more than the original, hope you guys do too!


You can see the crappy old version of the Fangirl print HERE

Attachments book collage (I’ll also be redoing this one pretty soonish, because I also hate it I originally made it in a huge rush to get Rainbow to sign it)

Eleanor & Park book collage 

Landline book collage



You can see the whole collection of my book collages HERE

Does anyone else get a lot of feels about Cassian as a child throwing rocks and bottles at Republic tanks and soldiers? His father peacefully protested the Republic’s militarism and look what they did to him. Can you imagine that angry, hurt child flinging rocks because he had nothing else, maybe delivering messages and carrying supplies for the Separatists because he could hide better in the rubble and was less suspicious than a grownup or older kid?

In our world children have been shot for throwing rocks at occupying forces. Did Cassian watch kids, kids he knew from his neighborhood being killed? Did he run away and hide, too scared to even cry, still clutching his rock and wishing it were a blaster, or a bomb?

By the time he was seven the Clone Wars ended and the Republic was replaced by the Empire. His enmity simply transferred to the Empire, a logical if extreme continuation of what the Republic had become.

Yet even in the Rebellion it was the Senators who called the shots, the Senators who told him to get blood on his hands, grinding him down to be harder and sharper until he hardly felt like a person. Even the name was cruel; the Allience to Restore the Republic. To restore what? Repression and destruction, children dying in the streets? The Senators promised things would be different this time, but that’s what they promised the first time around.

Did he think about taking up arms against the Republic, too, giving them more than rocks and bottles if the Alliance won and the demands of the downtrodden were not met? Did he think to live that long?

Perhaps his victory lay in this small, hard fact: The Senators might have had his life, but his death was his own. It wasn’t some Senator or General who told him to go to Scarif, he went against direct orders for the conscience he found still beating in him, for the wisp of a hope that he could protect other children from the fires of annihilation.

So Cassian Jeron Andor went to Scarif a free man, though freedom demanded an unfairly high price. He had known that already, though, from the moment his father’s lifeless body came home. Freedom was a mean, demanding bitch and he reached out and grasped her with both hands. He died in that embrace; it was all the choice he had in a broken universe.

Everyone’s doing their own versions of the apprentice from @thearcanagame​ so here’s mine.

Her parents came from the Far East and she was born in Vesuvia. Her first instinct when surprised is to chuck something at it (Sorry Julian)
She also wants to punch Asra when he’s wearing a smug look so he better prepare his face.

[Side note: Try out the game. It’s free and it’s pretty promising.]

Story time!

You know that certain scene where the reunion happens? I fucking lost it in that scene because of a very grave error I made. An error that ruined what was supposed to be a shocking and somewhat heartfelt scene.

And all because I named my apprentice 


So now her name’s Elyon! W̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶I̶l̶y̶a̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶n̶i̶c̶k̶n̶a̶m̶e̶

Good golly, this piece took FOREVER to make, but it came out better than I expected.  :)

This is a gift for my friend, Jess (aka: @devilsroost).  I absolutely admire the fact that her version of Bendy can play violin because I’m a violin player myself.  And so, I decided to draw him and my character, Kitty Cat, playing a duet by the graveyard.  I honestly don’t know why Kitty would agree to play here of all places, but it kinda makes the scenario seem quite peaceful.

I imagine them playing this as their first duet:

Hope you like this, Jess!  Thanks for musically gifting this nasty little shit of yours, lol.

Bendy and the Ink Machine © theMeatly
Devil’s Roost Bendy © @devilsroost
Kitty Cat/Artwork © @jordanthecat11


I made a thing.  Not a great thing, but a thing.  This is two versions of a new bookcover I made for my fic, Never Ever Land.  I did it without any reference, hence all the very dodgy anatomy.  Please squint when viewing.  I like the first version better, but it’s harder to see what’s going on.  The second one is…just a bit boring.  Vegeta came out kind of Polynesian looking, and Bulma looks to me like a young Jodie Foster, but that’s just what happened as it fell from my stylus.

Always Love You

For @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog fluff writng challenge! I hope you love this as much as I do! It was a blast to write and I can’t wait to read everyone else’s stories! 

Dean Winchester and Wife!Reader

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Warnings: EXTREME FLUFF!!!!

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              I looked in the mirror one last time and still couldn’t believe I was marrying Dean. We had been through so much, cancelling every time the world decided to go into apocalypse mode. Today though was the day, Chuck had showed up himself to marry us. A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts to see Cas pop his head in smiling. “Are you ready y/n?” I gave him a smile and nodded. “More than anything Cas!” I hooked my arm through his as he led me to Dean, my soon to be husband.

              I could feel the emotions build up and the tears filling my eyes ready to be Mrs. Winchester. The music started as I rounded the corner my e/c meeting green. He just smiled with tears filling his eyes as well, I looked over to Mary to see tears in her eyes as well. Once I made it to Dean, the whole room disappeared and it was just me and Dean. We said our vows to each other promising to love each other through sickness and health.

              “I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss …” Dean grasped my face kissing me with every ounce of love and admiration. He smiled and held out his arm “Ready Mrs. Winchester?” I smiled. “Ready Mr. Winchester!” While they were setting up the table we got changed into our usual jeans and flannels. After many kisses, smiles and giggles we headed back out to our guests. Claire and Alex had your laptop volunteering to be the DJ’s for the night, while Jody and Donna volunteered to make the food. I was so blessed to have this family and that was more I could ever ask for.

              Once the food was put out Chuck blessed the food and dug in, the food was amazing as usual. After dinner, the toasts were next and I was worried and excited to hear what they had to say. Sam stood up first. “When we first met y/n it wasn’t the best first meeting. She ripped us a new one for stealing our hunt but let us help her. After we parted ways Dean just looked at me and told me he was in love. So, of course over the next few months we ran into her and decided to join forces and offered her a room here. She was the female version of Dean but both of them were too stubborn to admit it! So, Cas, mom and I came up with a plan to get them together. Once they figured things out I had never seen Dean so happy. She made our lives better and became the glue to keep us together. To Dean and Y/n!!”

              Everyone stood up saying the same things in turn making us tear up and laughing at the stories being told. The love and devotion we had for each other was evident but one thing that was said throughout the speeches was our love and devotion to each other. Dean was the one man that stole your heart and never broke it. We left for our honeymoon and spent the whole week in each other’s arms staying naked for most of the week. Once we went back home things started up again and it was hunt after hunt, dealing with the British Men of Letters.

              I could see he was stressed out, worried at the thought that I could be next on their list. I knew from the phone call from Sam that it had been nightmare. I went into our room and grabbed every blanket I could find along with his favorite bottle of whiskey. I went into the bathroom started a hot bath with Epsom salt knowing he would be hurting. I heard the bunker door open and raced out to see the boys coming down the stairs. Sam hugged me tightly and bid us goodnight, I turned to Dean and just grabbed his hand pulling him with me. He dropped his bag in our room and let me lead him the rest of the way.

              I slowly undressed him and got into the tub then him getting in next laying between my legs against my chest. “How did I get so lucky to land an angel like you?” I kissed the side of his head and held him tighter. “The whole point of love is to put someone else’s needs above your own.” At that moment, he turned and kissed me. I knew it would take a lot of work but I knew that Dean would do whatever he could to give her the life she deserved. “So, while you were gone I went to the doctor.” He turned to look at me. “What’s the prognosis?” “How would you feel if we had a little one on the way?”

              He looked at me then tears filling his eyes as he let it sink in my head that I was carrying our child. I could see the doubt on his face but I immediately nipped that in the bud. “You’ll be an amazing dad baby! I can see it in the way you raised Sam to be an amazing man!” We got out and went to our shared room curling up against each other snuggling into the blanket. This is the place where I belonged where I felt loved and accepted.

Remember Me - Chapter 6

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: After (Y/N) memory gets wiped by Hydra, Bucky and the others have to figure out how to get it back. Will they succeed or is it lost forever?
Warning: angst, memory loss, nightmare


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A Perfect Encounter - Part 3

Bucky Barnes x Reader AU!

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: sometimes, being at the wrong place at the right time means that your life can change.  

A/N: This is the thirst chapter of my prompt for @just-some-drabbles celebration!

Tags: @supersoldierslover @barnesandnoble13 @amrita31199 @jeleners143 @storiesbyvmkessel @memory-of-a-goldfish @sphnybrid @satans-knitting-club 

Originally posted by themarvelnerd

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Maggie Sawyer has lived through traumatic experiences all her life, she was outed, kicked out of her own home, she was told she doesn’t deserve to be happy, that she’s hard-headed, insensitive, obsessed with work, sociopathic. Despite all that, she came out stronger, she turned into a better person. She’s the human version of “be the person you needed when you were younger” and Alex brought out the best in her from the start, without even knowing it. Maggie met this girl and instantly grew fond of her, tried to protect her from bad experiences, lied about her own trauma not to scare her, because “i wanted it to be better for you.” Maggie was always the first in line to make sure Alex was happy, despite her knowing she didn’t deserve that happiness herself. It was with a “you deserve to have a real, full, happy life” and a “it’s called being happy, get used to it danvers” that Maggie made sure Alex knew exactly how much she deserved that happiness, because once again she only wanted the best for her. She didn’t want her to question it for even one second. And Alex knows, she knows how bad Maggie is damaged by her past, and she wants to show her that with her it’s different, with her is better, that those wounds can be healed, that she can be vulnerable with her, that she can trust her completely not to break her even more but to heal her instead. And Maggie is slowly letting her get past her walls, past the facade, and they make each other better, and they make each other whole, and they save each other daily.

  • me several months ago: Wow I just remembered I love The Lego Movie so much! How will they top th
  • LEGO: here's the Lego Batman Movie
  • me: WOW the visuals are even more stunning?? The fight choreography is so good I
  • LEGO: there's gonna be a Lego Ninjago Movie
  • me: HOLY SHIT!! I loved that show when it first came out! I still love it! I'm so excited f
  • LEGO: Gorge Gutierrez is directing the next Lego movie
  • LEGO like a month from now: [presumably releases more news that is Earth-shatteringly exciting for my specific interests]
  • me, at this rate: [just fucking bursts into flames]

Game Music Production Interview With Keiichi Okabe

An Interesting GameDJ interview with Keiichi Okabe (Composer of NieR and NieR Automata) about Music Production in Game Industry.

About Music Production Environment and Favorite Instrument

GameDJ: So tell me about how do you work on a composition? How is your working environment?
Okabe: My main workplace is at MONACA Studio. But the studio is used by the other staff as well, so usually I write songs in my laptop. To be honest I don’t really choose places if I want to write my music. Speed of memory and harddisk is important for music production, but as SSD came out, it became no problem to produce on laptop.
The Digital Audio Workstation (DAW) software I used is Logic. But I was using Vision on past.

GameDJ: What is your favorite synth you used so far?
Okabe: I’ve been using synth from various manufacturer. I’m in love with Roland’s D series. And it’s even better when SUPER JUPITER came out. When I was still in Namco I asked to the company like “Please buy this synth! Please buy this sound! I want this sound!” just to get my hand on SUPER JUPITER.

GameDJ: Do you build your music from a certain riffs at first?
Okabe: There will be changes depends on the project. In the case of NieR Automata, I made a mix of melody and chord at first. This work was a special project, which is I need to make various versions of a melody. It was a challenging task because I had to make a melody line that would fit any tone accompanied it (bitter smile).

About Stance as Professional Song Writer

GameDJ: What is your stance about music composer?
Okabe: I think of myself as a “professional song writer”. Composer as an Artist is a creative occupation “to express one self”, but as a professional I think it is important to respond clients’ request as great as possible.
However, what I do not want you to misunderstand is that it does not mean “to make requested things as it is”. It is more like “making music to enrich the game’s world view, becoming more imaginative”. So in order to respond to the request, our “style of creativity” is strongly used there.

GameDJ: Is Okabe-san’s composition ideas always stocked? We know that the number of works being handled in game music is enormous.
Okabe: Basically there is no stock of ideas. It just came out spontaneously. However, nowadays the compositions one person make in a project can be limited  since we work as team in MONACA. Sometimes listening to songs made by other people in the team is very helpful. There are many times that I am surprised thinking “this approach is interesting”, which often leads me to a new idea.

Can you become a composer even if you can’t play music?

GameDJ: Does Okabe-san write music notes or play performance using Sheet Music?
Okabe: Since I make songs while sequencing and mixing them, I’m not good at writing music notes. Embarrassingly, I’m not good at performing my songs as well. So it may be disappointing (bitter smile).

GameDJ: Not at all. Rather, I think I got an interesting reply.
Okabe: Well I think that the ability to write music and playing skills are important, but not an essential ability. Because this happens to my self (bitter smile). To be honest, I think that this will change depending on the way you work with music and your current position.
People who have learned piano or other instruments from a young age will be good at writing music and playing it. Because the piano reproduces the music completely and expresses the intention of the composer from there. In a sense, it is essential ability. And it is a plus that those who are good at it able to gain. On the other hand, it’s different for composers who do not mainly play musical instruments. We use every other possible way to shape the ideas that came into our mind to a music. 

GameDJ: So is it OK for the composer to not making a musical score for their songs? 
Okabe: That’s right. To last my opinion, I think the score is a communication tool. It depends on the composers to use it. In more extreme statement, those who can make songs and play it, if there are other mediums that helps you to memorize your songs, you do not need a score. 

In this era, you can make songs in various ways, such as working the MIDI and recording. But the easiest way to understand without making a lot of mistakes is using the music score. Therefore, writing and reading the scores is much better. But there is no reason to not be able to produce music because you can not make or play the score. It is a waste to give up for that reason. 

There’re may be a few people who think the music industry is so hard, but it’s unexpectedly not that hard if you try your best. So if you have some ideas to make music, just jump in and make it without fears.


Gen II shiny Charmander! When Gold & Silver were first announced for the virtual console, I was extremely excited both to play the games, and for all the shiny Pokemon to hunt! For better or worse, there are several shinies that have seriously changed over the years (mostly during the transition from the GSC era to RSE) and I’ve been hunting every day in the games both via Random Encounters and eggs since the day they came out. I actually got a good chuckle out of finding Pokérus before I found a shiny. I decided to start hunt Charmander as soon as I got to the point in my Gold Version to use the Time Capsule. Gen II shiny Charizard is something I’ve wanted since I was a kid, and I’m so excited to finally have one!

Okay I think I’ll finally post these :’D since I keep seeing new posts of them floating around!

“Whalewolf” concept art for the new Sharktopus movie coming out this July!

The very first version of this guy was actually more of a 50/50 hybrid with fins instead of rear legs but since they needed the character to have more land mobility, that was dropped in favor of legs (which really makes Whalewolf look like Akhlut, I’ve noticed lots of people pointing that out.) Maybe that initial sleek version might be posted sometime later as a bonus, hehe.

And yes I’m also aware that the Orca is not a “whale!” On this one the name kinda came first, I figured the “Killer whale” mixed better with the wolf aspect, it’s also a nod to the evolution of cetaceans, a thing a few people have also picked up it seems :D

There are other hints and reasons for why things were done the way they were here but I won’t spoil it all!


“Look at Me” – Rated G

Part of the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon by @thebookjumper whom I recently love and adore. This is my first submission. 

Week 2 Prompt: Eye Contact

Fluuuuuuff Alert!  

Summary: Shy version of Felicity is No-Island Oliver’s tutor over the summer in this college AU fic set in Boston. 

You may also read this at AO3


Felicity Smoak may have been a lot of things: a genius, a straight-A student, a surprisingly well-balanced daughter from a broken home and of an overly flirtatious cocktail waitress who wore dresses that some thought might be better suited for a different line of work. Felicity was a good girl, but for all of that goodness came something else, too. It could be spelled out in one simple word really: awkward.

It was the end of junior year at MIT, and Felicity was the ripe old age of eighteen. She‘d mastered the art of pretending she was comfortable in situations she wasn’t, but she had a feeling there was more to it than just having to pretend. She knew that she could learn to feel more at ease with people. And to Felicity what it all boiled down to was eye contact. She’d gotten good at making herself make eye contact in a general sense, but boy did she hate doing it when it came to three types of people: extremely self-assured popular kids, rich people, and really hot guys. Unfortunately for her, Oliver Queen was all three. And this year, Felicity had taken a summer job tutoring the 23-year-old Harvard super senior so she could stay in Boston and take extra classes to graduate early.

It was their fifth lesson, and instead of their usual spot in the library, Oliver suggested they meet at his favorite cafe. She expected a run-of-the-mill coffee shop but was surprised to walk into a space with amazing art work hanging on every wall dotted with warm lights filling the room from the ceiling. Hair pulled back in her typical long blonde ponytail, Felicity found far too gorgeous for his own good Oliver sipping from a big green mug at one of the back tables.

When he spotted her, he waved her over. Felicity, who was wearing the new yellow sundress she’d convinced herself she was buying because she needed new summer clothes, started toward him. She smoothed down the flared skirt. The new purchase had nothing to do with the fact that she’d only decided to go shopping after Oliver had asked her to meet her elsewhere for their tutoring session yesterday.

He wore a navy blue Henley and jeans. She would say it made him look particularly sexy, but pretty much anything he wore did that, so… “I hope you don’t mind meeting here,” Oliver said, standing up and holding her chair out her. The gesture made her breath catch. She realized that no one in her life had ever held out a chair for her before. It took her by surprise and made her blush. “I’m also sorry I ordered coffee before you got here. Long day. Would you like something? It’s on me, of course.” He sat down, hands folded on the table, his closed international economics text book on the surface beside him as if only a fixture.

Felicity blinked, blushing as her blue eyes slid up to his for the first time since she’d arrived. She tried not to overly blink and look away. She hated when she did that, but it was so damn hard not to when he was staring at her with that face of his. The damn smirk, the perfect stubbly jaw. Why was the world so damn cruel?


“Oh, um, no…it’s okay. You don’t have to. I mean I know it’s like nothing to you money-wise to pay for something like a simple meal, but…I really need to consider what I am about to say it before I say it sometimes. I didn’t mean to sound like I’d be ungrateful, but…”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he said, smiling softly. He was trying to kill her now. There was no way she could keep looking him in the eye and not melt into the chair as she slowly died of utter humiliation.

“I’ll have a chai tea and a tuna sandwich – wait, I shouldn’t get tuna. It’s…” She stopped herself from saying it would be too smelly. But it was her favorite. “I’ll have a bagel and homemade cream cheese instead.”

“You’re in for a treat,” said Oliver. “They make the bagels themselves here, too.”

Felicity looked up at him. “Really? I love when places do homemade things. It’s always so…homey.” She smiled. To her surprise, she held his eyes for more than half a second…and she’d survived. In fact, it sort of felt good. Oliver got up, placed their orders, paid, then set a number on their table: 6.

Felicity smiled. She felt good. Clear. She was hanging out with her client turned possible friend. All was well. “So,“ she started, "Do you want to eat first then study or…” Then Oliver had to ruin the whole damn she was nearly relaxed thing by suddenly reaching across the table and touching the sides of her glasses with his index fingers. He caressed the edges with them!  Felicity’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t moved. Forget looking away, now her eyes seemed glued to his. What the hell was he doing? Trying to kill her. That was the answer.

“Can you see up close without them?” he wondered quietly.

“Yes, it’s just far away that I can’t… I know they make me look like a geek.”

“I was thinking more like sexy but adorable librarian-in-training.”

“In training?” She cleared her throat; he still had not dropped his hands.

“Yeah, you’re only what? 19?” he asked, his soft voice doing something to her insides she really needed to get a hold of. Control, Felicity. You’re a big girl.

“Will be in August.”

“May I…?” He gave her glasses a tug but did not move them further until she nodded her consent. Felicity just went ahead and gave herself a break from his intensity and snapped her eyes shut as he pulled her glasses off. Fraaaaaaack! It did not work because her other senses picked up. God, he smelled almost better than he looked. And his fingers brushed the base of her eyelids when he gripped the hinges to keep her glasses from falling. That sent sizzles from the little patches of skin he’d touched and washed them over the rest of her body. She would not sigh. She would not at all.

“Frack, huh?”

Felicity’s face burned. “Oh no. Really? I said that? Of course, I did.” She looked down at the table, then cleared her throat. “We should study. I mean, I should wear my glasses, but I don’t have to.”

Before the conversation could get any worse, their food arrived. Oliver ordered himself a health muffin because of course he would. But never mind about that. Oh God was this good. Felicity bit into the warm cream-cheese adorned bagel and moaned. She looked up as she heard Oliver’s sharp intake of breath. If she didn’t know better she’d say she’d caught him biting his lower lip for a second. “So, um, I guess we can study after we eat.”

Oliver licked his lips, eyes locked on her mouth. “You look good in cream cheese.”

Awkward as always. She sighed and licked her lips several times, trying to clear away any excess globbiness. “Gone?” He just kept staring at her mouth. Her belly warmed, and her chest tingled.  “Oliver.”

Her voice seemed to snap him out of his haze. “Yeah?”

She looked at him with a short giggle. “I thought I lost you.”

His eyes locked on hers and a full-grin spread across his lips. “There you are.”


“I’ve just been wanting to see those eyes since the first night we met.”

Felicity frowned and tried really hard to not look away. “You’ve seen my eyes.”

“I’ve seen them, but this is… you know, contact.”

Felicity pressed her lips together and nodded.

“So, now that we’ve made contact,” he said, and for the first time Felicity noticed that Oliver seemed a bit nervous. “Would you…like to go out to dinner with me?”

Felicity looked around the café and gestured around. “This is kind of like dinner.”

“It’s a study date.”

“But it’s a date?”

“Well, no,” Oliver said, causing Felicity’s heart to drop. What had she been thinking? There was no way Oliver was interested in her. But he’d just asked her out to dinner…then denied being on a date with her.

“I just…It’s our tutoring time, and you’re still on the clock.”

Felicity reached over and pulled his text book to her. “Well, I was trying to get you to start studying. You’re the one with the bagels and the glasses and the lip-staring.” Oh, God. She really wanted to take that last one back, but she wouldn’t. He was clearly flirting. She held his gaze firm, strong.

Oliver sighed and dipped his head. Now he was avoiding eye contact. What was with them? “Oliver, we’re being really stupid.”

He laughed out loud. “You could never be stupid,” he stated firmly, then seemed to sober as he mulled over what he wanted to say next. “It’s why…I want to take you out. I want to get to know you outside of just studying, and I was scared…I mean not scared, but you know. Do you want to go with me?”

“Wow. I’m the one who’s supposed to talk in sentence fragments.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“No. I want to. I do.”

“Great,” Oliver said, standing up to go after placing a tip on the table. “By the way, I got an A on my econ quiz thanks to you. Classes are canceled for the next week. I just wanted to see you today, look you in the eye and ask you in person.”

“Oh, Oliver. That’s…so sweet.”

Oliver scratched the back of his neck bashfully. God, she should have been looking at him more directly before. She might have seen the adorable nervous puppy in the muscle-bound form of Oliver Queen much earlier. She loved it. “Can I pick you up at your place tonight at eight?”


Oliver grinned from ear to ear. Then before she knew what was happening, he leaned down and kissed her cheek. He stopped, still very close to study her eyes. She’d never noticed the different layers of blue in his. He reached out and cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking once, then twice. “See you tonight, Felicity.”  

Then he was gone. That was the afternoon Oliver Queen cured Felicity Smoak of her eye contact woes. That night, under the stars on a boat ride, he kissed her, and she couldn’t stop staring at him. She hoped he wouldn’t break her heart, but she trusted him – there was just something in his eyes. 

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anonymous asked:

could u write a scenario of hunk finding his s/o that he left behind on earth in a galra prison ship and just like, him comforting them and their first night safe in the castle with him?

The moment you were able to rest, to find a bit of peace and quiet, came after medical tests and an attempt at a meal. Quite frankly you were amazed you made it through without breaking down and screaming at everyone who kept staring (concerned, they were just concerned) at you. But you bit it back, feeling resolve thin and weaken and-

And Hunk was there, commanding the others out. You’ve heard a version of that tone of voice, the no nonsense, ‘you better listen to me right now because i know what’s what’ but. Whenever it was directed at you it always had a soft fondness to it. Not now, where the same kind of stress that filled your body quivered in his voice.

When the room was cleared he turned, kneeled next to you, and his soft brown eyes roamed across your face. You pressed your lips into a thin line and looked away, unable to hold his gaze.

“Hey, we can, uh.” He jerked a shoulder. “We can go to my room. It’ll be quieter.”

You cracked a smile. “Sure, why not?”

After who knows how long on that ship, a moment alone with your dearest sounded like heaven.

Hunk rose and held out a hand for you, which you took as you stood. He gave it a gentle squeeze before leading you out of the eating area, then through the large ship. 

He let you enter the room first, but was in immediately after, fiddling with the lights until they were bright enough to see but dim enough to not hurt your eyes. You sent him a small, appreciative smile, and rubbed absently at your wrists.

“There’s not much to do around here, not a lot of fun games. But, you probably don’t want games right now.”

You shook your head, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“I can’t believe this is real.” You murmured, watching as he followed suit.

He lifted his arm. “Can I hold you?”

You laugh, slightly, pressing forward into his side. His arm came down around you, barely applying any pressure. You bury your face into his shoulder, taking a deep breath in. He didn’t smell like he did on Earth, lacking the deodorants and soaps out in space. You didn’t smell the same either. Neither of you were the same.

The thought brought tears to your eyes, face crumpling as you sucked in a quiet, albeit shaky breath. You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re safe now. I promise, I’ll keep you safe.”


Charli XCX - Boys [SEVENTEEN Ver.] 

Hello all!! I’ve been seeing a few of the kpop versions of this music video floating around on twitter and it inspired me to create a rendition of my own! I spent a good few hours to edit this, my neck is about to break and this song is now stuck in my head too haha. This was supposed to be uploaded here on tumblr but it kept having errors so I uploaded it onto YouTube instead. Also, this is my first time making videos like these so please bear with the horrendous quality! But then again, it came out better than expected :p Hence, hats off to the people that edit their videos flawlessly!  I hope you’ll enjoy watching this little video I made today. This is probably my first and last time doing this because my holidays are ending in 2 weeks and please do let me know if you liked it or not!! Do reblog and like this video!!! I want this video to be viewed by many because seventeen deserves that attention ^^ I also want this lil video to somehow make your day/night a lil better!! Alas, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST LEADER IN THE WORLD THAT IS SCOUPS!!!!!! 소리질러!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

wait is the "bare" off-broadway preformance okay?? i just searched up "bare bootleg" and this came up so :/

there’s a couple bootlegs out there but yea! the first one i watched was the 2013 off-broadway (i recommend this one, i like jason’s character more in it). the other version i watched was the los angeles version (the video quality and set itself is better) both are really good!! u decide which you want to watch, there’s minor differences between them.