things go grey


I had the belated realisation that I never uploaded this to my art blog here.

I recently created storyboards for @eclecticinkling​‘s wonderful I Followed Fires. They were a lot of fun to create, and really not sure how I forgot to upload this here.

The storyboards are on my twitter in my blog description, but this is a somewhat animatic of the scene. 

i wish i could do things right and i wish i had motivation to get up


Men of honor.

Some old haunts of mine.

(paging users @pathopharmacology, @lorenz-attractor and @cloversoup y’all guess who’s still head over heels with these two, it’s been like 5 years omf)

anonymous asked:

The Street Rat AU is adorable. I'm curious about Xanatos though? Is this a good Xan or is he gonna fall? How does he fill about this little kid clinging to his master? I'd adore a fic about him basically being a big brother to tiny little Obi-Wan! (Also possibly kicking Bruck Chun's ass, cause dear god, he'd have an even easier time picking on Obi in this AU than in canon...)

To be honest, he was tired, he was thirsty as hell and he had no idea there were anyone but his master in the rooms when he padded to the kitchen in only his underwear to drink directly from the juice carton in the fridge, the cold making his bruised skin break out in goosebumps.

“Master Qui-Gon wouldn’t like that.” A soft voice in the dark said and Xanatos was not ashamed to admit he almost screamed.

As it was he dropped the juice and it spilled all over the floor as he whirled around and turned on the light with the Force, eyes wide in shock as his heart raced against his ribs. And then gave a breathless little laugh when he saw the five year old wincing in the light of the kitchen. “Obi-Wan, what in Force name are you doing here?” He breathed out.

The copper haired little street rat blinked at him, eyes wide before he fiddled with his soft sleep robe sleeve. “Mmmn…its safe here.”

“…Is Bruck teasing you again?” Xanatos sighed and sighed harder when Obi-Wan flinched as if struck. “Oh Obi-Wan, you’re suppose to tell the Creche master.” He moved to the boy and picked him up.

“But they don’t do anything…they put Bruck in a corner and then he’s nasty again when he comes out of it…calls me a sewer rat.” Obi-Wan whispered as he let Xanatos carry him. The five year old peeked at the spilled mess and then at Xanatos. “Don’t you have to wipe that up? Master Dolan makes us clean up our messes if we spill. He helps us clean it up.”

“I will but first I’m gonna bundle you up and put on my robe.” The raven set Obi-Wan down on the couch and pulled the throw blanket around the still skinny little boy. A year after Qui-Gon had found him and Obi-Wan still had trouble putting on the required weight the healers wanted him to.

It had been…difficult to share his master at first.

Until Obi-Wan had clambered into Xanatos lap and snuggled against him, looking at him with large hopeful green eyes as he held up a flimsi book and quietly asked for help to read. It had been hard to say no.

Even harder when Obi-Wan had curled against his chest, gnawing on his own sleeve when Xanatos read for him.

Obi-Wan occasionally exhibited childish behaviors suited more for children below his age but the creche master had explained that it was to be expected with Obi-Wan coming of the street, having safety to actually exhibit those kinds of behavior.

Xanatos went to his room and pulled on his night robe before moving back to the kitchen, smiling sheepishly when he saw Qui-Gon sitting on the couch with Obi-Wan. “Master, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Its alright Xanatos, you didn’t. I followed the Force.” Qui-Gon assured while slowly petting Obi-Wan’s fluffy hair as the redhead snuggled against his side, gnawing on his sleeve slowly. Everyone was already pretty sure that Obi-Wan was to be Qui-Gon’s next padawan once Xanatos was a knight and Obi-Wan himself was old enough.

But for now Obi-Wan was a tiny youngling who had once again escaped the creche in the middle of the night.

Xanatos let Qui-Gon deal with it as he cleaned up the juice carton and mopped the juice off the floor.

“Are you going to take Obi-Wan back to the creche?” He called out.

“Yes. You know you’re not suppose to leave the creche Obi-Wan, though how you keep getting into the rooms I have no idea, much less how you keep sneaking past the creche masters.” Qui-Gon smiled fondly down at the copper haired child.

Obi-Wan shrugged and let Qui-Gon pick him up, standing with him in his arms.

“Don’t worry to much Obi-Wan, I’ll come by tomorrow and I can take you and your friends to meditate, how about that?” Xanatos peeked out of the kitchen, grinning when Obi-Wan instantly lit up with a big smile, nodding eagerly.

The master Jedi chuckled softly at the exchange, happy to see how Obi-Wan’s light lit up Xanatos in turn.

Grey's Anatomy Season 13, Episode 20: In the Air Tonight
  • Nathan: You're so fearless about so many things! How the hell are you still scared?
  • Meredith: I'm not scared. I'm making a choice. I'm prioritizing my family, my sister.
  • Nathan: Look, don't. Don't, please. Don't pretend this is still about Pierce. It's not. You're scared.
  • Meredith: Of what?
  • Nathan: Of him. Of letting him go. At some point, you gotta let go.
  • Meredith: I don't really want to talk about this.
  • Nathan: Yeah, good. I don't want to talk. I don't wanna talk about it. I don't want to talk at all, okay? I just want to... I want to move forward. I want to live my life 'cause I'm still here. I've still got one, and so do you.

I cherish Solas romancers, because it’s like—imagine you get to go on a dating show. You’re sitting in the hot seat and—assuming you make a female Lavellan—you have six contestants you can choose from. Not three like on normal dating shows; you get six

Now, let’s say you ask these contestants your first question. Say, you ask them to describe their ideal date.

  • Contestant #1 talks about how they like pulling pranks, and afterwards, they’ll take you to a rooftop to eat cookies.
  • Contestant #2 is a hopeless romantic who wants to snuggle by the fire and have you spin them around in the air.
  • Contestant #3 has had a more troubled past, but they adore you—and anything you want to do, they are game for; they are submissive and ready to serve.
  • Contestant #4 is anything but submissive, they counter; their ideal date is all about danger: dragon-hunting and deadly sport. 
  • Contestant #5 seems the intellectual; they want to play chess with you, all the while marvelling that someone as amazing as you wants to spend time with them. 
  • Then there’s Contestant #6, who answers that they’ll tell you all about the boring dreams they had, insult your tattoos, touch your butt, and then dump you. That is their ideal date.

“That one,” the Solasmancer says. “I want that one.”

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the worst idea

pips69  asked:

Thank you for answering! And ooh split northern lords will be interesting to see in the next book~ Also in the books, Do you think Tywin ever considered it might be dangerous for Cersei to marry & have children with a different man? What if she did and the child was born with dark hair? Wouldn't that make the people even more likely to see her children as bastards considering so many in Robert's family have dark hair/blue eyes? You'd think he'd want to marry her to a blond man, just in case.

I don’t think it works that way? Sure, the Baratheons have Super Dominant Fantasy Genes. But not all dark-haired people in Westeros have the Baratheons’ Super Genes. For example, Jeyne Marbrand is shown to have dark hair in official artwork, but all of her children were Lannister blond. And there’s an awful lot of blond Hills running around Terros too. And Rohanne Webber was a redhead, but it seems her children were all blond. So the Lannisters must have some Strong Fantasy Genes as well.

So if Cersei had a child by, say, dark-haired Willas Tyrell, it might be blond or it might be dark-haired. If it’s blond, then the Lannisters can hold it up as “proof” that Cersei’s children are all legitimate. If the new baby is a brunette, then it just becomes the child Tyrion theorized about, the “odd man out” of Lannister phenotypes. After the birth of a brunette child, people might simply conclude that Cersei’s kids have a 75% chance of coming out blond, 25% chance of other hair colors. 

Hair color alone wasn’t enough to prove Cersei’s adultery; there were other factors that led Ned (and Jon Arryn, and others) to discover her treasons

But all this talk about Lannister phenotypes is moot, because the horse has already left the barn. When Tywin says, “You will marry and you will breed. Every child you birth makes Stannis more a liar,” he’s delusional. Almost everyone in Westeros suspects that Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen are bastards. I think Tywin is the only man on Terros who won’t admit this to himself, like, I am firmly in the camp that Tywin has willed himself into believing that his grandchildren are legit, and he absolutely refuses to even see all the evidence to the contrary. But Tywin has blinders on about a lot of things, and there’s nothing Cersei can do to change public opinion at this point. I mean, they’re literally screaming about the Lannisters’ illegitimate claim from Dorne to the Wall. 

So, Tywin’s marriage plan is illogical, but I don’t think it’s illogical because of the potential for dark-haired children. It’s illogical because it places an impossible burden on Cersei; it’s impossible to convince everyone that Stannis is a liar at this point, regardless of the hair color of Cersei’s fourth child. 

At best, we might euphemistically describe Tywin’s plans for Cersei as wishful thinking on his part as he plots to get Cersei out of the way (because Tywin is a misogynist), but this “you will breed” idea of his is like using a teacup to bail water on the Titanic. “No matter what we do, House Lannister will founder. It’s a mathematical certainty.” 

Letting go is the easy part. It’s the moving on that’s painful. So sometimes we fight it, trying to keep things the same. Things can’t stay the same though. At some point you just have to let go, move on. Because no matter how painful it is, it’s the only we we grow.
—  Greys Anatomy
Who greyhounds aren't for

People who want a high energy dog they can take on long runs/jogs (especially on really warm days).

People who want a dog that excels in certain competitive activities, e.g. agility, obedience, schutzhund.

People who want a personal protection dog.

People who want a highly biddable dog who knows and performs numerous complex tricks.

People who want a reliable off leash dog.

People who need to feel “dominant,” “respected,” and intend to use positive punishment methods to teach.


Here are some better pictures of this fuzzy poster I finished coloring. Naturally, when there’s a giant astrological poster with no colors, it should turn into Homestuck.

She teaches the littlest poet many things, speaking freely with him in a language so old that some of the newer ghosts don’t understand it. He answers back and she corrects his accent, and calms him like a mother would (like his mother would. Like hers didn’t, not always) when the heights of Ravenclaw Tower turned the boy’s guts to liquid. She fixes the flowers in his hair, and notes his cheeky smile when, one afternoon, he wears haphazard carnations, wilted and skewed as if plucked by hamlike hands more familiar with fistfights than flowers. 

“Have you picked for yourself a scullery boy,” she chides softly, “and does he understand a word that comes out of your smart little mouth?” Jehan pinks. 

(Someone sneezes, and misses the passcode-beat. All afternoon Grantaire complains because Bahorel’s side of the room smells like vinegar.) (Hogwarts AU)

The Grey Lady’s favourite. (same)

anonymous asked:

Danny Phantom for the asks?

(thanks for the fandom asks)

  • the first character i ever fell in love with: Danny :’)
  • a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: I haven’t actually come to dislike anyone I used to like? I normally kinda reserve judgement on characters until I finish a show and nothing’s changed my mind since then
  • a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: ditto above
  • my ultimate favorite character™: hnnnng this is hard… I really love Danny and Tucker and Jazz and Valerie
  • prettiest character: Jazz and Valerie
  • my most hated character: ??
  • my OTP: I don’t really ship anything in the show, but I can roll with DannyxSam, DannyxValerie, and TuckerxJazz
  • my NOTP: Pompous Pep. Also Pitch Pearl
  • favorite episode: I think My Brother’s Keeper, but there are some really great ones so it’s hard to choose!
  • saddest death: Danny, may he rest in peace
  • favorite season: I think season 2, although a bunch of my favorite episodes are in season 1
  • least favorite season: 3, surprising absolutely no one
  • character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: Not that I hate him, but I am not really a fan of Wes, or at least how inundated the phandom is with him
  • my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Vlad
  • my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Danny
  • my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: none
  • my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: all of the ones I listed up top? idk man my answers to romantic questions are never very interesting haha