It all started when we blew up the time pigs, the Time Masters, now history’s all screwed up, and it’s up to us to unscrew it up. Half the time, we screw things up even worse. So don’t call us heroes, we’re something else. We’re legends.
FINALLY, six months after I was commissioned, this thing is done.
I’m truly sorry to my donation winner, Cindy. Lord knows you never asked to put up with my procrastinating ass.
But I’m truly happy with how this turned out! And I hope you, Cindy, and the rest of y'all are too!
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Never had Castiel been checked out with such scrutiny.
The man walked around him, eyes slowly dragging over his body, just on this side of appreciative. They were green and critical under contemplative eyebrows, pushed together to form a crease in the middle that Castiel kind of wanted to poke. The man’s arms were crossed over his chest, his thumb playing with his lower lip as he circled.
Castiel just stood, arms loose at his sides, posture normal which was to say terrible. He watched the man watching him.
“Well,” the man said, facing Castiel but also kind of facing the large camera he’d brought with him. “The suit is awful but we can work with it. Are you sure I can’t talk you out of the trench coat?”
Castiel shook his head, his mouth grim.
The man sighed. “Well, I’ll figure something out.”
He then explained to Castiel some of what he was going to be doing. Usually the exposition would take place among the five men who hosted, but Castiel understood this was a special case. The usual five men to do the job was now one.
“Hi, and welcome to
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy
: celebrity edition. Where instead of the Fab Five, who are all experts in their fields, you have me, Dean Winchester, a bisexual hockey player who is slightly above average at these things.”
Castiel was, in this scenario, ‘the straight guy.’ He supposed that description fit simply by process of elimination. He knew he wasn’t gay because he did not wish to have sex with men. He didn’t particularly want to have sex with women but he liked them well enough: enjoyed the softness of their lips when they’d kissed him and liked their smell and general company.
So yes, Castiel could be the straight guy.
Although Dean Winchester’s shoulders looked very nice…
“Today’s victim is Castiel Novak: world renowned entymologist specializing in honey bees. His latest research publication is receiving all kinds of awards so he’s going to have a little celebration tonight. That’s where I’m here to help.”
“Okay, Cas, it may only be me, but I’ve still got some hired guns to help me move shit – er – junk around your apartment.” Dean turned to a woman wearing headphones. “Do I have to say that again?”
She smiled and rolled her eyes. “If you would, please.”
Dean sighed and repeated himself, this time leaving out the swear word.
This was all far too much production for Castiel. He preferred quiet libraries or the gentle hum of apiaries to the clapboards and shouted instructions of a television set.
“A necessary evil
“his agent had called it. “
How do you expect to get more funding, Castiel, if no one cares about your research?”
Castiel had thought this quite unfair and demonstratively untrue. Plenty of people cared about his research! Students and… kindergarten teachers…
Castiel supposed those groups didn’t pay very much. He may have seen Meg’s point.
He didn’t know why that meant he had to be involved with a reality show, though. He glowered at the camera.
Dean smiled at him, unaffected. “I have given the crew my instructions so now I can whisk you away for a fun makeover montage.”
[ 11th July 2017 ]
Me: is constantly complaining about being hungry and tired
Also me: sleeps late and has a horrible eating schedule
ANYWAY! Here’s my current favourite spread! Surprisingly it didn’t take super long for me to do and I like how well the colours go together!! All thanks to @smoinerd for the suggestions heheh 💓
Hope everyone has been well and that you’re taking care of yourself! Press on ✨
In the dim light of a dorm kitchen, Harry Styles meets a boy who flips his life upside down. Three years later, he’s a senior in college, ready to take on the world with the love of his life by his side. And then Louis Tomlinson admits he doesn’t know what he wants to do after college after all, and Harry’s world flips again, this time not so pleasantly. He can’t imagine his life without Louis, but he’s starting to worry he might have to.
A college AU featuring lots of domestic sappiness, waffles, tattoos, late nights and early mornings, and above all, Louis and Harry against the world.
I don’t want to come off rude but bear with me. If you don’t ship Tomdaya, you shouldn’t be in the Tomdaya tag or post about Tomdaya. No Tomdaya shipper is interested in what you think or feel about us romantically shipping Tom and Z. If you believe they aren’t together, then you don’t believe they are together. If I and many other Tomdaya shippers believe they are together, then we are going to keep believing they are together. Before People magazine and others made articles about Tom and Z, we were all shipping them quietly, getting to know one another, sharing receipt posts and gifs and just having fun. We would comment on their suspicious behavior and just laugh at funny things Tom and Z did individually and together.
Everyone here was nice and respectful to each other, and after Tomdaya got exposed a bunch of anti Tomdaya shippers came into the tag and that’s quite upsetting. Yes, they denied to be dating but we’re not gonna stop shipping them because of that. None of us (as far as I know) is forcing them to be together. But that doesn’t give you guys the right to come here and fight with the shippers on anon and cry about how you’re not racist or talk about how Tom and Z got secret relationships and etc. We honestly would just rather y’all packed your bags and gone to focus on your ship.
I don’t remember a time where a tomdaya shipper asked for the opinion of an anti. Because we are shipping for fun and are rooting for Tomdaya, whether you guys like it or not. So now I’m just asking nicely because I’m seeing many tomdaya shippers having to deal with rude and disrespectful anons, that if you don’t ship Tomdaya (friendship or relationship) to leave our tag alone. These days on tumblr you can never like anything without people coming here and ruining it.
Go write your posts that are anti Tomdaya in another tag or on your own ships tags. Leave us here shipping tomdaya in peace. I don’t want to have to scroll past the antis to get to actual shippers posts. It’s getting annoying.
• the crescent moon and stars were so pretty as they peaked through the clouds last night and I also caught a few flashes of lightning in the distance while seshing before bed
• my boss paid me for an afternoon when he literally was just talking, offering me advice for the future regarding my back and what I can do (here and on my own)
• my seedlings sprouted while I was away for the weekend
• my bedroom was beginning to feel cluttered but it’s back to being cozy
• I candied lilacs and harvested some herbs and flowers for tea
• the peppermint I collected finished drying so I used my mortar and pestle and refilled my tea jar
• I’ve been having very encouraging but thought provoking tarot readings
• I’m almost done both of my journals and have started a new herbal one • I feel like I’m in a period of growth and have been learning a lot recently
@arabian-batboy said: Can you write something where Bruce comes across Jason in an alley after his resurrection but before Talia took him in & since he couldn’t talk at that time (& because he’s supposed to be dead) Bruce thinks it’s just a hallucination and just leaves him?
It had been a long time since Bruce was afraid of ghosts, mostly because they never left him alone. If this one seemed more real than usual, hey, it had been a rough day.
Always was, this time of year.
April 27th. Bruce liked to think he was getting better— maybe some year he wouldn’t find himself lurking in Crime Alley on today, the anniversary of Jason’s death— but he wasn’t there yet.
It made sense. How was he supposed to forget Jason? That was what it would take, Bruce knew, to leave the guilt behind. Every time Jason crossed his mind, it all came crashing back: the grief and shame and pain in his chest.
Flashbacks, sometimes. Hallucinations.
He wasn’t particularly surprised to see his dead son lying on the cobblestones. It was bound to happen today.
Bruce took a deep breath. It was time for another hell ride through his own subconsciousness. What would it be this time?
Older, he thought— this Jason looked older, the age he would be if he had lived. That was normal; Bruce spent a lot of time imagining Jason alive and growing up. This Jason looked like he had been on the street for a long time, and Bruce could explain that too; they’d met on this spot when Jason was young and homeless. Of course he was remembering that day.
Bruce blinked away the image of Jason, small and defiant, sprinting towards the mouth of the alley with his tire iron. Who hit the Batman with a tire iron? Jason did. Jason was…
Well, Jason was dead. Jason had been extraordinary— brave, bright, explosive, kind— but he was gone, and the illusion on the pavement was just that: an illusion. A memory. Bruce’s mind playing tricks.
The punishment he deserved. He could feel it beginning like it always did, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his fingertips, his chest, rooting him to the stone underneath him until he couldn’t run— not that he should run. He hadn’t saved Jason. The least he could do was feel it.
Ok so you probably get this ALL the time, but when is your next Harry Potter thread coming out and what is it about. (This blog is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen btw)
(( OOC: So… I’ve kinda sucked lately and haven’t done anything. I have several HUGE projects in the works, but zero motivation to finish them rn. *weeps* I’ve also been working A LOT, and spending more time like…. leaving my house. lol.
I guess this blog has been on a bit of a hiatus lately, hasn’t it?
WELL ANYWAY… I just finished making some gifs for an awesome marauder’s era series that Jess wrote and organized, so there’s that… and I’ll probably be throwing together some shorter threads in the near future… but as far as big series go, I just need to get motivated and work on the one I’ve been writing for the past, like… three months. *sobs*
However I’ve also been spending some time writing some fan-fiction lately (which I haven’t done in ages, it’s been fun to write again) so I may post some of the chapters I’ve been working on soon, if I can get far enough along to feel comfortable with it.
*shrugs* Basically… I dunno wtf I’m doing rn. I’m all over the place. ))
As usual people are leaving hateful comments and fighting on Seungri’s latest instagram post. So if you’re missing Seungri, or idk bored or something, maybe go leave a nice comment, or even just some hearts, to show support and drown out the haters
I’m a good artist. I know I am. Not that best, still learning and growing, but I’m at least comfortable admitting that all my hard work over the years has paid off. But that doesn’t stop me from doubting my talents and coming up with excuse after excuse for not applying for college (: