these two far out

prompt: trc/teen wolf crossover - stiles and derek at one of kavinsky’s substance parties, having the time of their lives under the glow of the neon lights. suggested by @yourlovelyalpha

(aka a perfect excuse for me to attempt blacklight coloring, it was fun, 10/10 would/will do again)

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i have many witty captions for this:

“noses are important”

“family portrait”

“not fit to scale”

and of course “how many people combined do you think they’ve seen die?”

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I get the chills when each player raises the cup #greatestsport

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I got more done on this massive Undertale piece I started 3 months ago! I was able to pick the project back up a week/two ago and I’m loving how it’s coming out so far! It’s funny how all the scenery shots are coming out completely different than my original sketch hahaha. 

I just need to paint Undyne, Alphys, Papyrus, and Blooky and then It’ll be ready for Part 3 of the speedpaint! :D

Come see Part 1 and Part 2 here! :D

Part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xGrb4QK7eE

Part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTHWSyc8X6s

Part 3: Coming soon!

Unpopular Drarry opinion

There is no way in the fires of hell that these two snarky sass-factory idiots would call each other “love” as a term of endearment. 

listen, we have to talk about this. two years ago, supernatural went so far out of their way for a no homo moment that they wasted 15 minutes of a FINALE in order to introduce a completely new and boring character simply to kill him off just so that dean wasn’t SOLELY upset about cas. 

last night, supernatural killed cas and then immediately “killed” mary and then the literal antichrist was born and yet dean was on his knees, incapacitated, totally lost, kneeling next to cas. the shot was framed to focus SOLELY on dean’s pain for his loss of cas. a lot happened all at once, but the thing that brought him to his knees was the death of his friend. 

setting aside all feelings about the potential that cas is permanently dead, i, for one, felt like that was an apology for the season 10 finale.  

I mean, same difference right?

That live concert yesterday was awesome. I really need to draw Zero at some point :’D

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  • Lance: lol Keith have you ever noticed how in any TV show or cartoon ever the blue and red characters always end up together? Haha isn't that crazy?
  • Keith, pining his ass off: h a h a it is crAZY isn't it? sUPER crazy hAHA. Its especially funny because I'm red...you're blue...
  • Lance, also pining his ass off: h a h a I knOW right?? crAZY. Like you...and me...hahahahhAHA
  • Pidge: This would be far less painful if you two just asked each other out already
Stripped - Part 1

Summary: Being a high powered publicist, the reader is hired to work with the destructive rock star Jensen Ackles. Her task is to revamp his difficult image from the ground up. Will the reader succeed? Or will she get sucked into his crazy life?

Pairing: rockstar!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,175

“Well, shit. I was expecting room service but fuck that noise. Wanna be my breakfast, sweet girl?” Jensen sucks in his bottom lip, practically radiating sin while his eyes drink you in. Who the hell answers the door like that? Jensen motherfucking Ackles.

“No thanks.” You smirk in amusement, taking in the rock star’s disheveled but still delicious appearance. This man will make or break your fucking world, you’re still torn which way you want it to go.

“Then how will I know if you’re a good girl or a bad girl?” 

“I have to say…you’re even more entertaining than I thought you’d be.” The giggle that slips past your lips erases Jensen’s arrogant smile, a pissed off scowl is now staring back at you.

“I’m too hung over for fucking games. Who the hell are you?” He abruptly snarls, chugging down the vodka hiding in his glass of orange juice.

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When Quiet Is Violent - Part 1

Masterlist  -  Part 2

Summary: You’re retired, living a quiet and secure life when your ex turns up on your doorstep with his best friend, seeking refuge. (bucky x reader, enhanced reader)

Prompt(s): Okay I know I already wrote Night Walks with these prompts but I really wasn’t happy with it, so here is attempt #2. @pandarosita request: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky?

93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
94. “I had a bad dream again.”
Plus anon request: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”

Warnings: light talk of injuries and treating them, nightmares, probably swearing, I think that’s it!

Word Count: 3210

Author’s Note: I started this in fucking January when my brother and I were belting Whitney and it got me thinking about how much I love The Bodyguard and how I’d kill for that lake house and this idea hit, except I’m not about that damsel in distress life so this is a lil different. And iiiiiiiiIIIIIiiiiii will always LOVE YOUUUUU

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

The morning after a snowstorm was always your favorite here. The already quiet forest around your cabin rendered utterly silent, tree branches heavy and yielding to the new snow. You loved the pale blue light and how the morning sun made every surface glitter with the day’s new ice crystals. You could practically feel the static electricity in the air, dancing across your skin snapping little sparks when you rubbed your hands over your arms for warmth. Past time to light a fire.

A quick glance at your phone told you they weren’t here. Not yet. You tried not to be annoyed, knowing that if he called you he must really need help and safety. Naturally a night owl, the 4:30am call was a harsh awakening but when you saw “Steve” on the caller ID everything shifted. It always did for him. He carried a sense of urgency everywhere he went and your history made it impossible to ignore.

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quintis wedding countdown:
day two - favourite s2 episode: 2.18 the fast & the nerdiest

I made one last monster bet. I’m gambling that a skinny, moderately good-looking pain-in-the-neck like me can land someone like you. It’s the biggest gamble of my life.

The Spark Next Door

Summary: There’s always been a spark between you and the guy next door; when life takes a rough turn, things between you accelerate. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 4450 (without lyrics)
Warnings: Trigger warning: Short assault scene; language, drinking. Mostly fluff-type stuff, despite the warnings.
Challenge: Kari’s Favorites Challenge with the trope of “Neighbors AU” and Bronwyn’s Double Birthday Challenge where my prompt was Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. (I can’t be the only one who thinks of certain green eyes when you hear that song!) @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @jpadjackles

Your name: submit What is this?

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Congratulations! The Egg hatched into a male Popplio!

[PREV] [FIRST]


At long last, the egg has hatched!! I want to thank @occasionalswablus for giving me the egg and inspiring me to take on this plot, and @dailypokedaycare for helping me out in planning and writing/drawing this lil plot as a collaboration! You two are amazing people, thank you SO much you two!! <3

Bonus panel:

I’m so frustrated with Picarto. It’s supposed to record your streams, but so far I only got two stupid clips 5-6 minutes long, out of like an hour and a half that I was working on this. ??¿?! Also it keeps bugging out on me and disconnecting constantly. 

Also one moment there were 4 people in chat and suddenly i was by myself like where did everybody go? XD Is it a glitch?

Anyway gonna call it a night. Thanks for joining me, I’ll keep working on this tomorrow. If any of you guys interested…

here’s my Picarto channel.

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thg meme | two deaths ► finnick odair

↳   “ Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks.
                                                                                  T h e n   i t ’ s  o v e r .