these were some of my favorites

Royals (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

So I was looking through my dashboard and i found this blog @imagine–loki and I saw one of their imagines (link below) and I fell in love with the Idea so for Valentine’s day I decided to do something nice.

  • Words:  1.607
  • Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
  • Warnings: Pure fluff
  • Author notes: (Y/N) is your name, Inspiration

From a very young age you were introduced by your mother to the world of being one of the queen’s maidens; your mother was one and she and your father raised you to become one too. You were one of the queen Frigga’s favorite girl and she always kept you very close to whatever need she had.
“(Y/N)?” She called. You walked quickly to her side, while she combed her hair in front of the boudoir “Should I wear flowers today?” She tried some dried flowers on her blond hair.
“My queen, but didn’t you wear flowers just yesterday? You politely asked.
"Indeed” She said with a sigh, still looking at her reflection on the mirror “Perhaps I shall wear them tomorrow” She left the flowers in the wooden table “Thank you (Y/N); kind and accurate as usual” She turned around to finally face you.
“Mother?” A male voice called from the door “Mother are you here?”
“Yes, darling” She welcomed the man.
You looked at the man and suddenly became all nervous. The man in question was Loki, Frigga’s son and subsequently, prince of Asgard. Since you were little you found him quite charming and perhaps it was because of his ability with tricks that he may have had play a trick on you, but something about him was so captivating that you couldn’t help to get all coy around him.
“M-my prince” You made a little reverence to him and he smiled at you “I will leave; my queen, I will be in my bedchamber if there’s anything else I can do for you” You smiled at the woman and you felt like she gave you a perceptively smile.
You walked through the palace trying to keep your mind off of Loki, but it was impossible; the gracefulness of his walk, the soft, yet deep voice he had, those emerald eyes in which you longed to get lost in, his slim figure that could be easily underestimated but-
“Lady (Y/N)” Thor’s voice called form very near to you. Actually, he was holding you from your arms as he looked at you with a preoccupied expression “Is everything alright?”
“Y-yes, my prince” You hurried to answer, trying to free yourself from his touch “I am deeply sorry; I was not looking at the way”
“I figured out a thing of the sort” He smiled “Is there anything that bothers you that I can be helpful with?”
“No, my prince” You slightly bowed your head “But I truly appreciate your concern”
“Were you heading to your dormitory?” You nodded nervously “May I walk with you? Do you remember when you and I used to give long walks?” He laughed.
The next days, you tried to keep as normal as you could whenever Loki was around Frigga; that wasn’t exactly the hard part, but her smiles and comments on how charming he was, and how much he needed a woman that was first approved by her. Also, the comments on you, not having a man to be your husband made you quite uncomfortable.
Queen Frigga usually left you alone passed lunch; she said it was completely fine for you to wander around one of the libraries in the palace. It was one of your favorite places to be; the quietness and smell of books was the only thing that could keep Loki away from your thoughts.
Unfortunately, you were not the only one getting lost in between the tall shelves. The God of Mischief was also there and he noticed your presence immediately; taking some steps closer to you, he reached out his hand to hold and kiss yours. Your cheeks became rosy and he smiled at your reaction.
His soft lips on your skin sent shivers down your spine and you trembled a little, thinking about how they would feel against yours instead. You felt your mouth slowly opening as his bright green eyes looked into yours. You hand was still in his and he caressed your palm making you smile at the tickling.
“Forgive me, my prince” You said bowing your head, not wanting to break the contact of your hands but reluctantly doing it anyway “I wasn’t aware that you were here”
“Oh, no” He said with that mischievous and playful grin you happened to like so very much “This is not a private place, you have as much right as I do of being here”
“No, lady (Y/N)” Your name sounded so different in his voice “Wait a second… is there a problem?”
“At all” You shook your head, but something in your expression must have had betrayed you as he gave you a concerned look, but decided not to ask further; for him, privacy was an essential thing in his life, and so he respected everyone’s.
“I don’t know if anyone has told you this but… You look certainly magnificent with that dress” He used another one of those playful smirks that had you head over heels.
“My prince…” You muttered, with your heart pounding fast inside your chest and your cheeks, red as they could be.
“And that blush on your cheeks give you such an innocent look. I don’t know how come no one has fallen to your feet” He said. You didn’t want anybody to do that; you wanted him to be as utterly in love with you as you were with him “I’m sure there will come the perfect man for you. I must leave now, lady (Y/N). As usual, it was a delight meeting you here” Now he bowed his head and kissed your hand again, sending jolts throughout your skin.
It was unbearable. He was unbearable.
You had to do something and it had to be done as hurriedly as it was possible, and the only person who could help you was Queen Frigga. Yes, you were finally going to confess your feelings about her son.
You asked some of the maidens where she could be and they said she was still in her bedroom. You knocked at the golden doors twice and presented yourself. Frigga welcomed you from her place at the boudoir and she was definitely not surprised to see you; it was like she patiently waited for you.
“Queen Frigga, may I have a word with you?” You asked, bowing your head in a respectful manner “It is important for me”
“Then it is important for me too” She stood up from her chair and walked to you “Do you want to have a walk through the gardens?”
“Only if it’s safe that we will be alone in there, my Queen” You replied nervously “For this is a very important matter”
You followed her to the balcony; and with a perfect view of the realm you started your speech.
“My queen, there is something that has been quite hard for me to bear in my chest. I have feelings for your son, Prince Loki. He is the man of my dreams not because he is a prince, but because I think I see more of him than any other woman will do. I know I am not the first option to marry, for I am nothing but a maiden, but my love for him has grown immeasurably throughout this years. I know you already know this because no one can fool you, and I never wanted to do such thing. It is evident by my face that I get very anxious whenever he is around”
While you looked at Frigga, she paid special attention to your words. No need to tell that she already knew it, but her heart felt warm at the kind words that came directly from yours. You were so absorbed only thinking about him that you didn’t notice that the object of your fascination was inside his mother’s bedchamber, listening to every word came out of your mouth.
“I know” Loki’s silky voice sounded from behind you two. Frigga smiled at you and sweetly caressed your shoulder as she left you and him alone “Lady (Y/N), I know”
“I’m sorry, my prince” You shakily said; bowing your head “I was speaking to your mother and you-”
“Stop” He said, walking closer to you and taking your hands in his “For a minute stop apologizing and just listen to my words” You nodded, trying hard not to apologize for the hundredth time “You are by far the most eye-catching woman I have ever met. You are not only gorgeous; your intelligence and kindness is beyond limits. It’s no wonder that a lot of men are in love with you; me among them” Your breath hitched as his body came closer; now your chests were almost pressed against the other “If you just give me the chance to prove that I’m the man you should be with, then I will make you the happiest woman in the entire vastness of the universe” His right hand left its place and roamed your arm all the way up to cup your face in it “Let me make you happy” You nodded nervously as you closed your eyes.
Hi landed his lips against yours; moving them sweetly, softly. He wasn’t untruthful about his words, and his hand that rested on your waist made enough of a proof for you. As the gentleman he was; he courted you only with the permission of yours and his parents. He loved you and to you, that was more than enough to live a happy life together. There was no need to fall in love in the process as you two were profoundly in love with the other.

aw man. I miss fics where stiles is possessed by a demon before the nogitsune became a thing in the show. like those were some of my favorite fics, but now they’re ALL nogitsune fics. like, I just want a couple more stories where Stiles was possessed by a demon since the host died as a baby and he’s just trying to get by but is secretly low key evil.

Femslash February: Day 13

RILAYA!!! In honor of femslash February, here are some fic recs for some of my favorite gal pals XD 

do you fall in love too easily?

Summary: "Tattoo Girl is back. Why were you holding a chopstick?“or: maya is a super hot tattoo artist attempting to casually seduce riley and riley’s super freaked out

Early Morning Epiphany

Summary:  Riley woke up one day and realized she was in love with her best friend.

gold (and every other color)

Summary: They’re stretched out on the grass under the setting sun with their jackets under their heads, and Maya finds herself looking at Riley despite how beautiful the sky is, just watching her watch the world.(or, Maya watches the light/Riley move during the day.)

I’m Gonna Marry That Girl Someday

Summary: Everybody knows that kids say the darnest things when they’re little. When Riley told her kindergarten teacher she was going to marry her best friend when she grew up, the teacher told her that was nice and didn’t think any more of it.But Riley was raised by Cory and Topanga Matthews, and that made all the difference. To her, it was just a fact of the universe. The sky was blue, rainbows were amazing, her mommy and daddy were going to be together forever, and she was going to marry Maya Hart.

Khalasaar has six wonderful fics and I would recommend each of them to you. I think that it’s simpler to just link to their page because I recommend each of their fics. 

love will have it’s sacrifices 

Summary:  She dies at seventeen and wakes up alive. — rilaya, maya-centric


Summary:  Maya has never shown her soulmark to anyone, and when she realizes who it’s meant to represent, she’s glad she’s kept it hidden. Riley’s mark has never been a secret, but every time Maya sees it, it hurts a little more. Soulmate AU

we howl to the moon

Summary: When Riley is the only person matching the description, centered perfectly in the crosshairs of her rifle, Maya starts to sob.or: riley’s a werewolf. maya’s a hunter. you can do the math.

yesterday when you were young

Summary: Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were.

shameless self recs

A Guide to Coming Out

Summary:  How Farkle, Lucas, Maya, Riley and Zay discovered that they weren’t straight. Plus one character who actually was straight.

Accidentally Wed

Summary:  The one where Maya and Riley get drunk married in Vegas.

Girl Meets Jealousy

Summary:  The one where what happens in Texas is Maya accidentally coming out to Lucas. He becomes her temporary beard.

World Meets Girlfriends

Summary: a rilaya drabble and oneshot collection

Some sketches of Lily. One is what she’d look like if she got a Lucky Bell, since Sprixies were introduced in the same game as the item, Super Mario 3D–And she’s fluffier with ‘petal’-like hems on her gloves and has tiger stripes! TIGER Lily, get it? 8′D Thanks Momi!

Then Lily in some casual clothes with her hair down in two tails, probably cheering on her favorite fighter at the Glitz Pit.

Right now I only have her in a tiara instead of a crown, so something of an upgrade…for the future???

I really love this child.

Tagged by @plz-dont-call-me-val (and now I get your username, love it, bless you)

1. Whats your real name?  just call me Zee cause I don’t want my name on here

2. Gender? Female

3. Were do you came from? my mom never gave me the talk

4. Whats your job?  Commercial pilot   

5. Your favorite colour?  Red

6. Your favorite character from the hobbit? not legolas 

7. Spoken languages?  English

8. Favorite food? breakfast foods

9. How old are you?  19

10. Why are you here on tumblr? (@plz-dont-call-me-val‘s answer to this was gold omfg) I originally came b/c Marvel, which I still freaking love very much so, but then I went through some favs and now here I am, stuck in hell

tagging my frens: @pocketwishes, @doffiepoldark, @poldarked-fangirl, @whaddup-bruh, @toastytoastie, @jennybaneni, @freddielucky, @viking-raider, @philipllombard, @fabmariax, @tuesdaeschild, @black-elleboro, @turnertastic, @jaydedangel69@avengerslove, @scallywagsandseamonsters, @killaidanturner, @durinsprinces@poldark-things, @audleystreet, if I forgot to tag any of my close frens on here, feel free to come punch me (I don’t mean that in a condescending way, I’m serious) 


So Ilyas bhaiya @yawnjuu tagged me in this thing so these are supposed to be my top 5 albums of all time. This was really hard for me because like I just listen to the same 3 songs on repeat for months until I get sick of them and move on to other songs but Strangeland by Keane is definitely an album I could say is an all time favorite. The first two, Albedo 0.39 by Vangelis and the Hamilton cast recording are just my current favorite albums, and Plans by Death Cab for Cutie and Weathervanes by Freelance Whales were albums I really loved throughout high school and idk I guess they’re kinda special but I don’t really listen to either much anymore.

Idk it’s really hard because currently my thing is just space music and Hamilton but anyway. I tag…everyone? Please just everyone do it. But also I’ll tag some people who come to mind (as in the first urls to show up when I type each letter of the alphabet): @cleopatras-cadence @dreamingofosaka @fofanna @fall0ffthegrid @hermionesnicket @khofnak @keanestrangers @kobeastbryant @lemonadeinspiration @onioncasablancas @pure-innocent-nun @peoplecallmepriceless @rangerdeon @valiantareth @weremethyst @yourunlikelyhero @zxcvcx @ziggyplayedsitar

Concerning the previous post.

Maybe I really haven’t made it clear before so I’m going to say this now. I made this gif account to gif my current favorite tv show. People started sending in gif requests and I was so excited to see how well received my gifs  were starting to become. I do my best to get requests done in a timely matter but life and most importantly work come first. This account was made for fun and for someone to come to me and says it’s not right that I haven’t gotten around to some requests in two weeks is hardly nice. Maybe it truly wasn’t their attention to come off that way but it certainly has to me. I work my butt off during the week, working a total of fifty hours and some times I come home and don’t want to do ANYTHING. 

To everyone else I’m sorry if this post has made you uncomfortable but I’m just too upset right now to not say anything. If you’ve been waiting a month for a request (which I know no one has) then by all means shoot me an ask. 

I will still be making the requests and will hope to get them done by today. 

squeebii asked:

I was happy I hadn't seen otherkin of my favorite show before, but I spoke too soon. I saw someone who thought they were not one, but two characters from Yu Yu Hakusho. I keep seeing a lot of "this character is trans" crap from the show too lately...

do they think kurama is trans now P:

you know what annoys me is that there are actual trans characters in canon that get ZERO attention i mean look at these ladies

The wifey @goldenlionprince tagged me; so here I am

1. Whats your real name?  my given name is Kathrin, but I hate it ;) Here I call myself RInchen or am called Rin

2. Gender?  female

3. Were do you came from?  born and grown up in Northern Bavaria, now living and loving in Vienna

4. Whats your job?  I work in a bookshop

5. Your favorite colour?  red and blue

6. Your favorite character from the hobbit?  Thorin (you wouldn’t have guessed)

7. Spoken languages?  German, English, some very rudimentary French and even more rudimentary Italian

8. Favorite food?  Piiiiiiiiiiizzaaaaaaaa, Noooooooooodles, Riiiiiiiiiiiice (oh, and I recently take a liking to Chia)

9. How old are you?  32, going straight on to 33

10. Why are you here on tumblr?  My inner voice told me to ;)

I tag @hildyj, @kurosmind, @radioproxy and @murdurin  - but only if they want to

Some of my favorite quotes about depression

The Bell Jar

“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.”

“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
I knew perfectly well the cars were making a noise, and the people in them and behind the lit windows of the buildings were making a noise, and the river was making a noise, but I couldn’t hear a thing.”

“It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.
It made me tired just to think of it.
I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.”

“I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”

“The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no further.”

“I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I’d never seen before in my life.”

“I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.”

“To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.”

“I was supposed to be having the time of my life”

“I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.”

“because wherever I sat – on the deck of a ship or at a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok – I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”

“The trouble about jumping was that if you didn’t pick the right number of storeys, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.”

“I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.”

“It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.”

“But I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure at all. How did I know that someday―at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere―the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn’t descend again?”

“I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.”

“Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.”

Prozac Nation

“That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end.”

“Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.”

“That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.”

“I’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who is in fact soon to be gone. When you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible.”

“I don’t want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.”

“I feel like a defective model, like I came off the assembly line flat-out fucked and my parents should have taken me back for repairs before the warranty ran out.”

“If you are chronically down, it is a lifelong fight to keep from sinking.”

“At heart, I have always been a coper, I’ve mostly been able to walk around with my wounds safely hidden, and I’ve always stored up my deep depressive episodes for the weeks off when there was time to have an abbreviated version of a complete breakdown. But in the end, I’d be able to get up and on with it, could always do what little must be done to scratch by.”

“I was so scared to give up depression, fearing that somehow the worst part of me was actually all of me.”

“Some catastrophic moments invite clarity, explode in split moments: You smash your hand through a windowpane and then there is blood and shattered glass stained with red all over the place; you fall out a window and break some bones and scrape some skin. Stitches and casts and bandages and antiseptic solve and salve the wounds. But depression is not a sudden disaster. It is more like a cancer: At first its tumorous mass is not even noticeable to the careful eye, and then one day – wham! – there is a huge, deadly seven-pound lump lodged in your brain or your stomach or your shoulder blade, and this thing that your own body has produced is actually trying to kill you. Depression is a lot like that: Slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program for total negativity will build into your system, making life feel more and more unbearable. But you won’t even notice it coming on, thinking that it is somehow normal, something about getting older, about turning eight or turning twelve or turning fifteen, and then one day you realize that your entire life is just awful, not worth living, a horror and a black blot on the white terrain of human existence. One morning you wake up afraid you are going to live.

In my case, I was not frightened in the least bit at the thought that I might live because I was certain, quite certain, that I was already dead. The actual dying part, the withering away of my physical body, was a mere formality. My spirit, my emotional being, whatever you want to call all that inner turmoil that has nothing to do with physical existence, were long gone, dead and gone, and only a mass of the most fucking god-awful excruciating pain like a pair of boiling hot tongs clamped tight around my spine and pressing on all my nerves was left in its wake.

That’s the thing I want to make clear about depression: It’s got nothing at all to do with life. In the course of life, there is sadness and pain and sorrow, all of which, in their right time and season, are normal – unpleasant, but normal. Depression is an altogether different zone because it involves a complete absence: absence of affect, absence of feeling, absence of response, absence of interest. The pain you feel in the course of a major clinical depression is an attempt on nature’s part (nature, after all, abhors a vacuum) to fill up the empty space. But for all intents and purposes, the deeply depressed are just the walking, waking dead.

And the scariest part is that if you ask anyone in the throes of depression how he got there, to pin down the turning point, he’ll never know. There is a classic moment in The Sun Also Rises when someone asks Mike Campbell how he went bankrupt, and all he can say in response is, ‘Gradually and then suddenly.’ When someone asks how I lost my mind, that is all I can say too.”

“Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. i’m always missing someone or someplace or something, i’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life has been one long longing.”

“Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent.”

“Insanity is knowing that what you’re doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can’t stop it.”

“Madness is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds. That word is too exciting, too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness, the dreariness, the dampness of depression…depression is pure dullness, tedium straight up. Depression is, especially these days, an overused term to be sure, but never one associated with anything wild, anything about dancing all night with a lampshade on your head and then going home and killing yourself…The word madness allows its users to celebrate the pain of its sufferers, to forget that underneath all the acting-out and quests for fabulousness and fine poetry, there is a person in huge amounts of dull, ugly agony…Remember that when you’re at the point at which you’re doing something as desperate and violent as sticking your head in an oven, it is only because the life that preceded this act felt even worse. Think about living in depression from moment to moment, and know it is not worth any of the great art that comes as its by-product.”

“I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn’t one I’ll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it’s worth it.”

“In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was right about that. I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.”

“Depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between dead and alive, and it’s the worst.”

“…occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.”

“I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can’t be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?”

“Sometimes, I get so consumed by depression that it is hard to believe that the whole world doesn’t stop and suffer with me.”

“Everything’s plastic, we’re all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.”

“So perhaps after years of walking around with these germinal feelings, these raw thoughts, these scattered moments of saying I wish I were dead, eventually I too, sooner or later, would succumb to the death urge. In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead.”

“Very early in my life it was already too late.”

“Why do anything — why wash my hair, why read Moby Dick, why fall in love, why sit through six hours of Nicholas Nickleby, why care about American intervention in Central America, why spend time trying to get into the right schools, why dance to the music when all of us are just slouching toward the same inevitable conclusion? The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longness of death.”

I was tagged by @damnitfili thank you, bro :)

1. Whats your real name?  full one is Angela but I prefer Lina

2. Gender?  female

3. Were do you came from?  born and bred in Vienna

4. Whats your job?  blogging 24/7

5. Your favorite colour?  blue and green

6. Your favorite character from the hobbit?  Fili, which is no surprise with my url

7. Spoken languages?  German, English (hopefully good enough so Liddie will understand me), some very bad and half forgotten French

8. Favorite food?  my love for pizza is strong

9. How old are you?  29 (for another month)

10. Why are you here on tumblr?  because fandom life is fun (most of the time)

I tag @loyalty-honour-a-willing-heart  @rillils  @littleravenkili  @nelioe 

Notice me sempai

Please, the requirements on my game “Notice me sempai” in nerd-sempai. They are different on yours. What do you think it happend?

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Hey there!

Oh that post was made by @shortbreadofdoom, so it was what they found Nerd Senpai liked!  

I also noticed that my items were different than the list.  And I noticed that some senpai would already have favorite items even at their first visit.  So I think it shows favorite items based on the inventory you’ve bought.  I’m only guessing about that though.

And those favorite items can change!  It took a while, but Gamer Senpai didn’t have the dog in his list until I had actually bought it and had it out for a while.  And then one day the dog was there instead of the chocolate cupcake.

@shortbreadofdoom might have some more info on that though and how the favorites work.  

I hope that helps though!  And thanks for asking ^_^  

Tig to the Tag

Tagged by @luximus
Let’s do dis

1. How long have you been drawing?
Since I was about 8 or 9… so like…. 12 to 13 years?
Holy shit!!

2. What kind of music do you listen to while you work?
Any MIXES like POGO (So much POGO)

3. Do you have OC’s of your own? If so, who’s your favorite and why?
Of course!
Eddie’s my favorite so far because not only that he’s fun to draw but some of his flaws are related toward me (some *cough*)

4. What’s an awesome thing you did over the summer of 2015?
Draw a lot… yeah, that was pretty awesome….

5. If you were to try a new thing, what would it be?
Constructing music myself, I guess…(?)

6. What do you use to draw?
Pretty….. pretty neat, huh?

7. So how’s life?

8. Cookies or Cake?
9. What fandoms do you belong to?
So many… let’s see…
Mystery Skulls Animated, Steven Universe, Jacksepticeye, Markiplier, DashieGames, Pokemon *cough*, Undertale, and I know there’s more but I can’t really think of any…

10. Favorite thing to draw?
Fan Art and Gift Art! ,’;)

11. Would you like a spot of tea?

My questions:

No (sorry)

tothesummerday asked:

5 and 12 :)

Yea! Thank you! 

#5: My favorite headcanon… I mean, I love all my children equally, obviously. :-D My favorite headcanon is probably the business about Hera and Cham. Here is part of it: As a child she was in some ways sheltered from the bad attitudes and the actual terror that Twi’leks are subjected to almost everywhere else, because Cham’s group did not put up with that kind of inequality. Nobody really had time to worry about her too much because the adults were busy fighting an actual war. Cham pushed her to be brave and help them with missions even as a young child, and she rose to the occasion because she admired her father and didn’t want to disappoint him. A large part of her early education was dictated by her father, and the philosophers he had her read emphasized our duty to each other above all else. Her workaholism, her near pathological need to put the greater good ahead of her own wellbeing, her confidence in her own skin, and her resourcefulness all go back to Cham. 

#12: What’s hard to write? Anything except two people talking. Or one person thinking. Anything else is difficult. Action scenes, with a lot of people doing things at the same time and a lot of pieces to keep in your head, are particularly difficult. And then how to make them realistic?! I don’t fight space battles; I don’t know! Also difficult: Characters I don’t identify with. Ezra. Chopper. What do their voices sound like? 

Gravity Falls: Stanford Analysis

So I’ve seen some theories about Stanford joining Bill or Stanford being the true villain, but here’s why I don’t think it would happen.

1) Stanford has already said he wouldn’t join Bill

2) Does no one remember (before Stanford was pushed into the portal) and he and Stanley were fighting. When he hurt Stanley he instantly stopped. He wanted to know if Stanley was okay.

I’m actually going to talk about this scene a lot because it’s my favorite. It shows that even though Stanford hadn’t seen his brother in ten years he still cared about him enough to make sure he was okay. Just look at his face:

He looks terrified. Like “Oh no! I just hurt my twin!” He wanted to make sure Stanley was okay, that was his new priority. If he was that worried about Stanley, even after the West Coast Tech incident, then why would he join Bill, or become evil all of a sudden. 

I don’t doubt that what happened on the other side of the portal changed Sanford, but he didn’t even once have the makings of a villain. Being on the other side of the portal wouldn’t change that.

Me and my gf had an early V-day date-dealio today so we went to the aquarium downtown and saw all the cute sharks and fish and birds and monkeys and animals cuz they have those there too but the matinee and jellyfish were our favorite and then we went to the hipster part of town and had some seriously good pizza and looked at the cool sights and shopped at vintage stores for a while then had some good sushi and then went back home and I gave her a Tubbs plush from Neko Atsume which she loved so yeah it was a good day!!! 

malik-said asked:

Do you hate Black people?

Hell no! I encourage anyone who hates black people to look at all the wonderful black people who have brought humanity various invaluable gifts throughout history. 

Even if you just look at musicians alone, the original blues players were basically all black and they changed music FOREVER. One of the best guitar players of all time was black, a man named Jimi Hendrix. One of my personal favorite bands, Thin Lizzy, was fronted by an Irish black man named Phil Lynott. The man was a god of rock and roll.

Black women? Oh my god. Some of the most gorgeous women in the fucking world. When various races mix, you create fucking goddesses like Rosario Dawson. People don’t much like it when white men are into black women though. It’s seen as a fetish. 

Anyways, sorry this got so ranty. I just really fucking don’t hate black people at all and it sucks that people jump to that conclusion. I’m not accusing you of doing that, just to be clear.