things i need to finish someday


Tv Show Meme: [2/5] otps → jim and pam (the office)

“Four years ago, I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl who had a boyfriend. And I had to do the hardest thing I ever had to do, which was just to wait. Don’t get me wrong—I flirted with her. Pam, I can now admit in front of friends and family that I do know how to make a photocopy. I didn’t need your help that many times.”

Leaked concept art of Efi Odaele’s Ancharo drone.

This is Overwatch shitpost #2 for anyone who’s counting. I guess this is just a thing I’m gonna do whenever Blizzard introduces a new character…

(This was also a lot funnier in my head)


Prompt/Idea: Dipper using his wings to play peek-a-boo with a baby.

Thomas, Elisha, and Agatha are @flying-guinea-pig and @ii-thiscat-ii’s Ocs, respectively.

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It was mostly desperation, really.

But Agatha was only six months old, and the baby sitter had canceled on them at the last minute, and if Thomas didn’t go to this meeting today they were going to be short handed, something one really didn’t want when dealing with demons, and Elisha had to go to this meeting with the bank or risk not getting the loan, so…

“Seriously, I can handle this,” Tyrone repeated for the third time as Thomas and Elisha continued to fuss. “”I’ve watched Mizar’s kids hundreds of times, over more than one lifetime. I’ve raised kids, more than once. We’ll be fine.”

Elisha pointed her finger at Tyrone, so close his eyes crossed trying to focus on it. “That being said, if I come back and anything’s happened to my baby, I’ll find a way to exorcise you. I will do it.”

“Duly noted,” Tyrone agreed.

Elisha glared at him for a few more seconds before kissing her baby and walking backwards toward the door. She paused in the doorway, pointing at her eyes and back at Tyrone, before finally leaving.

Thomas closed the door after them, and Elisha kept tossing glances back over her shoulder.

“Okay, I know you trust Tyrone, but how are you so calm? We just left our baby with a demon for a babysitter,” Elisha said once they were in the safety of the Car.

“One, I was careful about wording the deal. Two, no matter what else he’s done, Alcor’s been recorded as never voluntarily harming a child or allowing one to come to harm. And three,” Thomas added, digging out his phone and waving it lightly at the driving Elisha, “nanny cam app. I can check in from wherever I want and save the video for later.”

The grin Elisha shared with her husband was both relieved and evil.

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| Desde el abismo | — “Final fantasy VII FANFIC COVER”

A 30-minutes-draw of Cloud that I did for my (really, reaaaally old) clerith fanfic: “Desde el abismo”

It´s a supernatural / romance thing & I still like the main idea, but it only has one episode since… september of 2012 (lmaoo) and I need to finish other fics first! But I’ll finish it someday, that’s for sure, he he~😃

I get asked a lot about my eating so here it is. Let’s talk eating.

I spent years obsessing over numbers. Tracking every bite. Eating only foods that I perceived as healthy. Saying no to going out to eat because I didn’t know the nutritional value of my food. I was trying so hard to healthy that I failed to realize how unhealthy my behaviours had become. My efforts to ‘eat right’ had turned very wrong.

I used to envy people who could eat whatever they wanted and not worry about a thing. I wanted to eat freely. No restrictions. No numbers. Just simply eat. That’s when I found intuitive eating. If you were to tell me 2 years ago that I would be doing that today I would have said that you were crazy. Well, I guess it wasn’t to crazy after all. Intuitively eating saved my life. I was exhausted of food consuming my mind 247. I promised myself I would do what ever it would take to make peace with my mind and body and so that’s exactly what I did.

No, it doesn’t work for everybody but I was willing to give it a shot. Breaking a habit is never easy and this was no exception but I slowly learned to listen and trust my body. I would stop half way through a meal and ask myself if I was still hungry. I turned off the tv to eat. I would ask myself after my dinner if I was still hungry. I stopped eating only foods with nutrition labels because it was easier to find the macros. I started to eat for both my health but also my happiness. Intuitive eating has made me aware of my body and feelings. Eating when you’re hungry. Stopping when you’re full. Having no labels for foods. Eating what you want. Eating when you want. I was afraid that this would lead me into overeating or eating uncontrollably but I was wrong. Once you accept the fact that no foods are off limits, you aren’t tempted to eat uncontrollably because you know that these foods are always available to you. I don’t have intense cravings where I can’t control myself. If I want a cinnamon bun, I will have a cinnamon bun. I don’t feel the need to inhale it. I can now enjoy it. Somedays I eat the whole thing and others I don’t. It’s nice to not feel obligated to eat everything just because you tracked it and you ‘might as well eat it’. It’s also nice to know that if I don’t finish my food and I want some more later, I can have some.

I honestly feel the best I have ever felt both mentally and physically. I no longer eat for the sake of eating. When I used to track calories I would eat everything I had measured out regardless if I was full or not. I would never go for seconds even if I was still hungry. I didn’t even know what true fullness or hunger was. It was all a number game. Instead of craving foods I wish I could eat, I eat them. I eat them when I’m hungry and I stop when I’m full. Somedays my body wants pizza and other days it wants a salad. It’s nice to be able to listen to my body. Life is way to short to be planning your meals on your calorie app or missing out on a piece of cake because you don’t know the macros. Intuitive eating truly saved my life. My relationship with food is nowhere close to perfect but I’m proud of my decisions. The day I stopped counting calories was the day I truly started to live my life how I should have been living a long time ago.

Imagine Living Like A King Someday

prompt: Phil is a boarding school student, and he has pretty much everything. His dad owns the school, he’s pretty popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – he’s the King. Dan is a cleaner/phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Some students are assholes to Dan, including Phil at first.



It feels like I’ve spent ages on this chapter. You have no idea (No Idea) how many lil paragraphs and scenes I’ve written and cut out and I just????? This feels really bitty for some reason idk I hope it’s still okay. I feel like it’s a bit of a ‘calm before the storm’ chapter but i hope u still like it!! it’s a Lot longer than usual hopefully that’ll make up for things <33


warnings: mentions of blood, violence



Phil freezes, the hum of a conversation creeping into his earshot. He’d managed to stumble downstairs with a stack of dirty mugs from his room (he’d decided to give Dan a break from the washing up), but as soon as he’d heard voices coming from the kitchen door, he’d stopped, listening.

He recognises one of the voices – it’s definitely Noah; he can identify that laugh from about three miles away.

The problem is, he recognises the other one too.

“Don’t use that image!”

“What’s wrong with it?”

Look at her. She’s- like, what even is that position? Why’s her leg up there?”

“Why not?”

“She’s a stock model, not Simone Biles.”

“Stock models are known for being- like, weird, aren’t they?”

“Are you calling a multiple Olympic gold-medallist weird?”

“No, you twat. I’m saying the stock models are weird.”


“No- don’t put it there! How offputting is it gonna be; having some weird suited lady doing the splits in the corner of the screen?”

“Fine. We’ll use this one. Is that better?”

“She still looks a bit…”

“For god’s sake, this is clip art, not a fucking Vogue photoshoot.”

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Excuse me, guys, but now I have so many things to do. An urgent need to finish art for the zine, also one commission and blueprints for school. I wanted to relax a bit so I’ve made a few head doodles. Maybe someday I will do a family tree for Starmane.

On the first picture are mother and two Aovin’s elder sisters, of which Renillis is a stepsister. On the second - Sinna’s children. On the third: children of Aovin and Talris, and on the fourth - of Aovin and Jen.
Note: Ophelia, Renillis, Shalrian, Thelisa and Saren are no longer alive.

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Hey guys! I know I’m not as active as I would like. I’m a little busy finishing some things and school spends most of my time, so, sorry. 

Also I realized the blog almost reached more than 100 followers! Thank you so much really! It means a lot to me, I never imagined this blog could grow so fast :__ Ahh-!! Thank you again! I wish I can draw more *sigh* ((don’t worry anon, I will answer your question…..someday….I promise….)) I have some ideas in mind and >:333c

Oh, for celebrate:

hey if you’re feeling down just look at the clock, you’ve made it either half way through monday (the hardest day of the week!!) or it’s finished, depending where you’re so much stronger than you think. everything you did today was an accomplishment, even the smallest thing, like getting out of bed! i know you’ve got a long week ahead of you but someday the weeks won’t all blur together into one, every day will start to look and feel different in the smallest of ways. so keep going for that. keep going cause you’ll be living the life you’ve always wanted. be happy, smile, little one. you’re ok!! ily!


So this VR thing…it’s the future of entertainment. :D

I drew a dragon in Tilt Brush while trying out David’s Vive, and you can’t tell from these images, but this drawing was almost as big as me. I had to almost stand on my toes to finish the horns.

I need my own VR headset someday, because I can see myself losing hours to programs like this, learning how to draw and sculpt in 3D, in 1:1 ratios. So awesome!

The First Things That Come To Mind (a poem)

The First Things That Come To Mind

Words rise in the coffeepot
with beginnings and endings
but much work to do
in between those extremes
so where will we go today?
take your pen
while I close my eyes
and start writing down
the first things
that come to mind
are our feet wet?
is your hair long or short?
is it the past you’re weaving
or some place in the future
we can dream
of finding ourselves someday?
just place me somewhere
among your beautiful words
I don’t need to be perfect
just wanted
so I will keep my eyes closed
until you finish
I promise
and you can read back to me
everything you just wrote.

anonymous asked:

RootxShaw prompt- It's Root's birthday, and Shaw's present to her is absolutely perfect.

Root was used to being alone. The last of her family died off with her mother over a decade ago. People were generally uninteresting to her and she could never be bothered with fake niceties to keep them around as companions.

She moved a lot which wasn’t conducive to forming close relationships and she traveled too much to ever really even meet the neighbors at her constantly changing apartments.

So when another birthday rolled around, there was no one to surprise her with a present or even really know that there was a birthday that was had. But it was okay because the Machine had told her that there were no foreseeable numbers in the next two days so Root decided to treat herself on her birthday.

The day of, Root slept in. The only furniture in her bedroom was a bed, sitting haphazard and crooked in the middle of the room. The light from the old windows laid across the blankets, warming her. It was one of the most pleasant ways Root could think of to wake up.

She laid in bed to let her body gradually rise out of sleep. Then she slowly got out of bed, stretching every muscle that she had. She lazily put her hair up in a messy bun as she walked to the kitchen. She leaned on her kitchen counter as the tea brewed. She was going to have to leave her apartment to have breakfast, but she wasn’t ready to leave the quiet safety of her apartment yet.

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Day 14

“Why’d you bring me with you?” Carl said, breaking the silence between himself and Michonne as they finished checking over the supplies they had brought with them before slowly making their way towards the building that made up Hilltop’s main hall. The woman had been silent for most of their ride, and Carl did not bother to speak either. Nonetheless he was curious as to why she had chosen him to accompany her to see Maggie above anyone else, even his dad. He hadn’t even asked her, much less spoken more than a handful of times to her in the last few days, and yet this morning when she appeared at his bedroom door and asked if he would like to go he all but jumped out of bed, if only to get away from Alexandria and his father’s worried and watchful gaze.

“I thought you would like to help with the prep,” Michonne replied while shutting the car door,  her face turned away from him.


“But,” she paused, turning to face him directly, “that’s not the only reason I brought you here.” She leaned against the door with her arms crossed and her face straight and Carl’s eyes widened in quick realization.

“No, not you too,” he whined and rolled his head to the side, his shoulders slumped forward, “I already talked to my dad and I know what I did was stupid okay? I don’t need another lecture.” He knew that Michonne would possibly mention his stupid stunt of running away to kill Negan himself, but he had hoped that she wouldn’t make him sit and listen to the same things his dad already told him.

“I know that you talked to him and I know that you know that you were wrong, but I also know that you didn’t tell him everything you should have.” Carl stubbornly turned away at her words, crossing his arms across his chest as she continued. “I also know that he didn’t get through to you like he wanted to.”

“What, and you will?” He said, his head sharply turning up to glare at her. She responded with a look of her own, one that told him not to push his luck with that attitude.

“Sorry.” He muttered out once he realized that she would not deal with his attitude in the same way his father would. He then closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh before looking back up at her, the anger gone from his face. “What do you want from me?”

“The truth.” She gestured towards small case shaded by the overgrown trees a few feet from the car, and spoke again once they had sat down on it. “What’s going on? This isn’t just about being helpless.”

Carl clenched his fists against the edge of his seat, facing down with eyebrows clenched as he struggled with what to say. After a short moment, he lifted his head towards her, his eyes filled with rage as he took a deep breath. “You really wanna know? Fine. I’m angry Michonne, just so angry. With everything that’s happened with my eye, Denise, and then Negan and-” he paused and Michonne swore that for a split second she could his eyes widen in fear before he closed them tight as if blocking away a horrible memory.

“I’m just so angry and I can feel it all bubbling around inside me but I just don’t know what to do with it. At first it scared the crap out of me but now, I’m starting to see why I need to be. It’s the only way to survive right now and it’s the only thing I know how to act on.” His eyes opened again as he looked back up at her, and his voice slightly cracked as he continued, “To be honest, I’m starting to like the feeling. It makes it easier to deal with it all.”


“Don’t try and tell me the way I feel isn’t right. I know it isn’t, but I can’t help how I feel.”

Michonne chewed on her lip, thinking carefully about what to say next. A part of her was surprised that he had actually revealed what he had to her, and the last thing she wanted was to scare him back into silence. “I wasn’t going to say that. It makes sense for you to feel this way, for anyone to feel this way. I would be more worried if you didn’t.”

What she said seemed to help as Carl relaxed slightly, slumping his shoulders and leaning his forearms against his thighs, his hands limply hanging in the middle. “I can’t tell my dad any of this though. He has so much on him, he can’t take anymore. I don’t want him to take anymore. I need to be strong for him.”

“Is that why you won’t talk to him, why you ran off?”

Carl shook his head, staring off towards the woods. “For so long I had felt so lost, with nothing but five million thoughts running through me. But when I decided to hide away in the truck, everything just felt so clear.”

“That’s because you were acting on those emotions in you, they gave you an answer, a way to go.” Michonne gently placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to face her again. “That doesn’t mean that it’s the right one though.”

Carl remained silent, his face reflecting his uncertainty. In that moment Michonne wished that she could just embrace all of his pain, his anger, and his sorrow. It was moments like these that reminded her that no matter how strong Carl could be in the most desperate of times, he was still just a kid. A kid who could have a mixture of a million emotions swirling inside of them and no idea how to deal with them, and the world they lived in only made that more apparent. She wished that she had realized sooner just how badly everything had been affecting the boy who had grown to be a son to her sooner so that he wouldn’t have had to suffer for so long without help.

“I need you to promise me something Carl.”


Keeping her hand on his shoulder, she cupped his chin with her other hand and turned his head so that he looked directly into her eyes before speaking. “Promise me that whenever you feel like the feelings inside of you are getting to be too much, that when you feel lost and don’t know what to do or how to release everything that’s pent up inside of you, that you’ll come to me. We all feel this way, especially in times like these, and you don’t need to fight this alone. Don’t let those thoughts cause you to do reckless things just because you feel like you don’t know where to turn.”

“And in return, I won’t tell your dad about anything that goes on between us.” She finished, letting go of his chin as his gaze stayed locked to her.


Michonne’s hand that still rested on his shoulder moved to wrap him around the shoulders, pulling him closer to her. “I think that you should tell him someday, but I know why you want to protect him.” She shook her head, turning away from him to look out into the distance and said, “I do too.”

Carl softly nodded his head, a small yet sad smile on his face as he turned and hugged her. “Thank you Michonne.”

“Anytime,” Michonne responded, rubbing his back comfortingly before pulling away. “Ready to go?”

Carl nodded his head, and as he and Michonne stood and began walking towards Hilltop’s main building, he swore that his steps felt lighter. Almost as if a great weight had been lifted off his chest.


next up is @2violetflower15 with Day 15!


You filled me up with love, showered me with kisses and attention, promised me forever and ever. It was all lies though, wasn’t it? You were using me, I know, I think I even knew at the time but I was a little too wrapped up in you to admit it, a little too in love to care.

I loved you… I know you loved me too, in your own way. You weren’t over her though and that was the problem. In bed you would toss and turn, I woke up once to find you screaming her name, fucking hell it was insane. I wanted to comfort you, be there for you but it was hard, so damn hard. I needed you and I wanted you and I loved you and I was there, I was always there for you but your heart was miles away, it was still wrapped up in her.

It was strange. Loving you, being with you and all the while knowing you would never love me as much as you love her, or even as much as I loved you. It’s such a shame that we had to end but I came to my senses, we were never going to last. I was your rebound and you were my everything. Maybe in another life or maybe if I had met you first, maybe if you’d gotten closure with her before we met, we could have been something so damn perfect.

It’s okay though, alright? I promise you. It’s okay. I don’t hate you. I love you. I understand. It hurts though, it really hurts. I sent you right back into her arms because I loved you, I love you, and you love her, you need her, all that matters to me is that you’re happy. You’re happy now, I know it, I know it.

—  I broke my own heart when I let you go but it’s what you needed so I don’t regret a thing

Wow Five Night at Freddy’s has come such a long way in the year and I’ve loved every second of it. It is sad it is coming to an end but all great things need to come to the finish someday. Scott has given me a challenge trying to keep the cute theme through my thumbnails but I think I pulled it off. I’m going to miss crying like a baby at night because of the nightmares..

      solliciiti’s 1 year anniversary bias list + stream !!!!

Wow, I have never held a rp long for more than 6 months before, but I’m glad the one to make it this long is Wirt. I know I’m not the most active of person, I had a hiatus back in the winter, and gosh do I owe a lot of replies, but Wirt’s the one muse I always know I can return to. He’s always been my most stable muse, I’m always coming up with new hcs for him (even if I haven’t written them down yet), and I’ve honestly never felt so welcome & involved as in this fandom. It doesn’t even feel like its been a year, but Wirt’s become a permanent fixture for me & I’m happy to call the fandom home. Anyway, stream information will be posted later.

For now, here’s the bias list !!!!

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