I really didn’t intend that last post to be my, uh, last post? I got so sick that I ended up in the hospital for a bit, and I wasn’t really in any state to make another post for a while. i’m not 100% better, sorry to say. They still don’t know what’s causing all the problems, but hey, I can move around again so that’s good.
But, yeh, hi. I’ll be around a bit. Mostly trying to catch up on things and try not to freak out about lack of funds. But I’ll have some doodles up, maybe?
I hope you guys are doing okay, and sorry for being absent for so long.
This May I was privileged to visit England, Wales, and Scotland. As a David Tennant and Broadchurch fan, I made sure to visit West Bay as well. I took along some pocket friends to recreate some iconic scenes from Broadchurch. This is my first (and probably only) adventure in perspective photography so please be kind.
Let me introduce Traffic Cone (aka Ellie Miller) & Hedgehog (aka Alec Hardy).
Here they are reminiscing at Hardy’s little blue hut.
Checking out the view from Hardy’s big white house on the hill.
Checking out the scene of the crime at the Briar Cliff Hut
Angsting on the beach together on this stormy day.
Last but not least, Traffic Cone and Hedgehog doing their iconic scene on the pier benches with the background cliffs.
Here we go. This will be the very first time I have shared anything I have written. Thank you to my amazing hubs for reading, editing, and only smirking a tiny bit. (I couldn’t have handled any outright laughter…fragile ego and everything). I promise I was working on this fic before Andromeda came out. What can I say…movie night is just a great idea. Thank you to @vorchagirl for a brief, “Just keep working on it.”
Kaidan Alenko x Commander Shepard - Pre-Romance - ME:1
Sitting comfortably on a sofa, drink in hand, Kaidan pondered exactly how he came to be in this moment. Ashley lay to one side of him, hogging the couch, with her feet tucked under his thigh, fast asleep. Shepard was pressed against his side gripping the long empty popcorn bowl against her chest. The day started off the same way most did since joining the Normandy Crew. A mission briefing, gear check, suit up, ship out, hit the ground running. He took pride in the fact that Tavrien Shepard trusted him to watch her six, he was on the ground team nearly every time. Being a skilled medic, tech specialist, and decent with biotics certainly made him an asset. Garrus had, on more than one occasion, jokingly referred to him as “Commander’s pet.” Shepard would take a moment to stare Garrus down, but Kaidan noticed pink tinge her freckled cheeks. He knew it was fanciful, the great Commander Shepard, military brat, savior of Elysium would never blush for the likes of him. He was simply another marine in the midst of many.
Title: Bumps and Bruises Character: Steve Harrington A/n: I love this fluffy haired man and i think he deserves a lot more than the fandom gives him credit for. (yes he was an ass at first but he had fantastic development) so enjoy some fluff for the fluff boi.
You were sitting up in your bedroom, surrounded by an open box and a couple things of wires tangled nearby while you held an open instruction booklet in your hands. Your dad had surprised you with a new record player since he accidentally broke the other one when he insisted he didn’t need a handyman to fix the crack in your ceiling.
Let’s just say it didn’t end well for him or the old player.
Trouble was, you were on your own for the day and you had no idea how to set it up.
You were just about to plug in the red wire when you heard the doorbell go off.
“Mom probably forgot her wallet again.” You mumbled as you pushed yourself off the ground before heading down the stairs.
You opened your door instead to see Steve Harrington standing there with a large Coke can pressed against his one eye. His hair was all over the place and you could see the cuts on his lip and nose.
“You look awful.” You said, helping inside.
“Well you look wonderful,” He said with a smile before he grimaced in pain. “Thought I’d stop by and say hello.”
You watched him collapse onto your living room sofa. “Here, let me see it.” You told him, moving to stand in front of him.
You went to take the can but Steve moved away. “Steve Harrington, let me see.”
“No, you’re just gonna make it worse, or freak out and yell at me. He complained, shuffling around the couch as you tried to keep him still.
"Make it worse? Don’t be such a baby and give me the can.”
Steve pulled the can down and gave you a deadpanned expression. “Happy?”
Your eyes went wide at the side of the huge cut on his cheek, he had blood all over his face and some messy brusies on his hands.
You gently took the can from him and set it aside. “I’m no medical professional, but I don’t think a lukewarm Coke can is gonna solve your problem.”
You gave him a light tap on the shoulder and gestured for him to stand up. “Come on, I have a first aid kit in the bathroom upstairs,” You told him as you helped him stand. “Besides my mom just to the carpet washed so if you get blood on she’ll kill me so.”
“Here, we have to clean you off first,” You told him, turning the bathroom lights on while you had him sit on the edge of the bathtub. “It’ll get infected if you let it go.”
Steve just hummed, only lightly flinched when the rag would graze over the cuts too harshly, to which you would apologize and try to be more gentle.
“Keep this there, I’m gonna see if we have any antibiotic stuff,” You pressed a cold cloth to his cut and placed his hand over it. “Maybe you could explain to me what happened?”
“It’s nothing.” He said, his voice quiet.
“I mean jesus, Steve. You have a huge cut on your face along with a good other number of injuries. That’s not nothing.” You told him while you placed neosporin on clean rag.
“I was just being an asshole and got punched by a kid, it started this big thing and here we are.” He told you, keeping his eyes on his hands.
“Ah, so you deserved it then?” You said with a smile, lightly bopping the end of his nose with your finger.
That caused Steve to laugh a little as he nodded. “Yeah, I did.”
“Hold still now, this is gonna sting.” You warned him, slowly placing the rag over his cut.
Steve let out a low his as he jerked away from your hand. “Holy fuck that hurts.”
“Well I told you,” You said with a small tone of amusement in your voice at his reaction. “Stop moving so much, it won’t hurt as badly then.”
“Whatever you say, Hawkeye.” He said while you placed the rag on the cut again.
“There,” You said, removing the rag and placing a large band-aid on the cut. “That’s probably the worst of it.”
You cleaned the rest of his cuts and used the last of your band-aids on him. When you were done he looked slightly less worse than before, but he did look a little funny.
“I think you have a pretty good survival rate,” You told him with a smile as you put your things away in the kit. “I’d keep an eye on them though.”
“Hold up,” Steve said as you were about to leave the bathroom. “Aren’t you going to kiss them better?”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Really? You want me to kiss it better?”
Steve gave you a dramatic nod like a child would.
You stepped in front of him, placing a kiss over the bandage on his cheek and nose, giving him individual kisses on the cuts on his knuckles. “Better now?”
“You forgot one.” He said cheekily, pointing to the cut on his bottom lip.
You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “This was your plan all along wasn’t it?”
Steve titled his head and pretended to think for a minute. “Maybe.”
“You’re such a brat.” You told him before you left a small peck on his lips.
When you pulled back Steve’s eyes were still shut then they slowly opened again. “That was a pretty lame kiss, I’ve seen you do better.”
“How would you even-?” You cut yourself off as you shook your head. “You know what don’t answer that, maybe once it heals you’ll get a proper one.”
“Promise?” Steve asked with big, puppy dog eyes as he held out his pinky.
You laughed before you wrapped your pinky around his. “Just asked me nicely.”
i struggle with putting my thoughts into words so bear with me here lmao
so you know how in passpartout theres those little notifications that pop up in the corner about “breaking news” that’s supposed to inspire you so you’ll draw those those events and more people will like your art?
kinda makes me think about how yesterday Anti obviously made it clear he’s back. Hes made a cryptic text post, hes in jacks descriptions on tumblr and twitter, and i guess u could consider the pic of him w gauges on ig as anti-esque since those are basically his fashion statement
then today jack posted the video of him “wanting to do some sort of event” to “bring everybody together to focus on a thing” and we’ll post our fanart in a tag. seems innocent enough, right?
well, we just saw Anti come back and now the community is extremely hyped for his return so what a better way to show our excitement for the glitch than draw him for the fanart “event”
it all seems a bit too suspicious to be a coincidence in my opinion but who knows? maybe “jack” just wanted us to post some nice fanart so the community can have something to “rally behind”
……or maybe anti wants us to draw him so we can give him the attention he thrives off of
Based on the recent spoilers… this wasn’t going to be this detailed, it started as three sentences but then just…grew. It’s not quite a fic, but almost trying to be.
A trauma patient makes Bernie reconsider her priorities and what she really wants out of life. Work has always been everything to her; it’s always been more important than friendships, family, her marriage and, in some ways, even her children. But she’s never missed anyone like she misses Serena. Of course she missed her kids and even Marcus when she was on tour. But she’s never felt this gaping emptiness inside her, this all-consuming ache to be near someone else. It’s the first time in Bernie’s life that even work can’t provide enough of a distraction.
And so, as she gets home that night, she calls Serena.