the one next to me

spn-samifer  asked:

Holy shit you draw AceLu and LawLu and MarcoSaboAce and AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH I love your art 😍😍😍

I sure do! (^‿  ^v) Thank youuu!!
Have an AceLu sketch! They’re going on an adventure together.

It would seem that 8 years ago me reeeeeally set present day me up for success….

dragonknight02  asked:

Hey, are you okay? There haven't post anything in almost a week. I know it's common on tumblr, but you made me pretty worried.

Oh no, I’m so sorry to worry you!! I’ve merely fallen sick again is all! I decided to go on a semi-hiatus while I’m outta commission but thought that making a post declaring it would’ve been a bit excessive (I make so many sick posts as is ^^’) I’m so sorry to have caused you any worry!!

Y'all realize you can dislike something/someone just cause it doesn’t vibe with you, right? Like doing 726382847282377 hours of research to make things look problematic and telling other people that they’re bad for liking it isn’t necessary at all

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Magnus Bane + tossing things around

hey. all concerts are good concerts but sign me the FUCK up for small venue concerts over big arena concerts any day

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a set for each inquisition companion ⤔ Dorian Pavus

“You let it keep hurting because you think hurting is who you are. Why would you do that?””

A Yuuri Katsuki #Relatable Anxiety Feel:

Viktor, as they’re loading the groceries into the trunk, says, “Oh, we forgot sour cream.”

“Oh well,” says Yuuri, who is already planning how to work around the absence of sour cream in their fridge for the next week.

“Let’s go back in and get it,” says Viktor, closing the trunk with a decisive bang. 

“Um…no, that’s okay,” Yuuri says. “We don’t–do we need sour cream? I don’t think we need sour cream.” Half of Viktor’s recipes require sour cream. It’s a Russian thing. Yuuri has a What I don’t know can’t hurt me policy with regards to how much sour cream the typical Russian consumes in a week.

“Yuuri,” Viktor laughs, taking Yuuri’s hand, “Come on. The store is right there–it’ll take two minutes. It’s not like we’re in a hurry.”

“We’ve left the store,” Yuuri says. “We have to live with the purchase we’ve made. At least until another shift. We can come back in a few hours?”

“But we’re here now,” Viktor says, utterly perplexed.

“But the same person who just checked us out will probably check us out again,” says Yuuri, “and the only thing we’ll have to buy is two family-sized cartons of sour cream. They’ll know that we were just in there. And that we forgot something. And that our family eats a ridiculous amount of sour cream. Viktor, they’ll want to ask us about it.”

“Okay,” Viktor says. “Would it be better if…I went in and got it myself?”

“No. We go to this store every week. They know we’re married. The next time I’m here they’ll ask me Why did your husband buy all that sour cream.”

Viktor, gently, laughs and says, “Darling, I really don’t think cashiers pay that much attention to what people buy.”

“I know,” Yuuri groans. “But what if they do?”

“It’ll be fine,” Viktor says, and starts towards the store. “I’ll buy something other than the sour cream. I’ll be back in two minutes.”

When Viktor settles into the car, passing the single shopping bag with two huge containers of sour cream and one singular pack of gum in it, Yuuri releases a mournful bleat and says with the gravity normally reserved for funerals, “We can never come back to this store”

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❝ one second of harmony, two counts of unity.
                 time to start this rodeo

bey pairs ☆ tatara & chinatsu

heyoo so after scrolling through the #tonyswiththomas tag, i felt v inspired to post my own, even tho it’s super late and the tonys are actually over!!! so this is “everything else” from “next to normal,” one of my favorite musicals and i feel like i should warn that there is some swearing??? so don’t be alarmed i guess anyway, i love to sing, i love musical theater, i love this show, and i’m really excited to share a lil bit of it with everyone!!! (yes, i’m singing in my garage; yes, my tongue is stained blue from many popsicles; yes, my hair is always this messy)