this is the first one i've ever made


WELL! The amazingly talented @outlandishchridhe saw a quilt pattern and decided to make me a wee giftie. She made me pick out a few different options of sets of colors, and wouldn’t even tell me what she picked! Rude, right!? (I LOVE YOU ISH!)

Anyway, she teased me endlessly about what it looked like and all sorts of torture. But. IT’S CATS!!! AND ISN’T IT PRETTY!?

I put it on my bed and Wes was the first one to jump up there. And he laid down just like that. (I think he was posing for you @widchadidcha) Ish even made me record a video of myself opening the box so she could get my super squeaky voice. I’m so blown away that she would take the time and make me something so beautiful. I’m glad we’re friends, Ish! My life would be much duller without you in it!!


DGHDA AU |(x)<<| rewind: six years earlier and the stability to prove it

(aka the au where Dirk and Todd meet six years earlier at one of Mexican Funeral’s shows and they kind of take up with each other)


[ beat you up and beat you down ! ]

– one day they’ll say the throne was made for me.

[ a guzma fanmix with a rock-influenced sound ]


( content warnings: cursing and mentions of violence throughout, alcohol mentions in track 8 )

{1. come on, come on - jet | {2. little cream soda - the white stripes | {3. uncontainable - set it off | {4. breaking the model - new medicine | {5. throne - bring me the horizon | {6. underdog - you me at six | {7. the young & the hopeless - good charlotte | {8. forever stuck in our youth - set it off | {9. i need the world - down with webster | {10. breathe, desperately - from indian lakes

i was thinking about how many times jinbe has saved luffy’s life and then i was thinking about how ace made a point to thank shanks for saving luffy’s life and that train of thought led me to think about what a laundry list of things there are that sabo has to thank jinbe for loll

jinbe has literally befriended and helped like all of the people sabo cares about most (he’s bros with hack too!!) i’m sure sabo’d really love to meet him and express his gratitude

High and Low

Moira was attracted to Angela and that was a fact. The problem was in approaching Angela. Moira knew she was strange, the person others avoided, the person always left in the corner of the room alone at conferences and galas, the person no one ever wanted to sit beside. Once upon a time she had made an effort to be sociable, once upon a time maybe she had actually cared. But not anymore, no, now she knew and reveled in her solitary lifestyle. If people weren’t interested in her then she wasn’t interested in them. They simply didn’t understand her.

But Angela, Angela was different somehow. Angela had a light in her eyes, a light that the darkness inside of Moira craved. She was kind to Moira, or at least she didn’t go out of her way to avoid her like the others. Moira didn’t know the difference. They’d had a few disagreements over ethics, but what are a few ethical disagreements between colleagues? Angela was just misguided, she allowed ethics to get in the way of her work in a way that Moira didn’t. Moira though that maybe she could ignore that in a relationship.

But she was getting ahead of herself.

She had another problem when it came to approaching Angela. During late nights in her office she would wonder if it was possible for Angela to even be attracted to her. She knew Angela didn’t have a boyfriend, but that meant nothing. She didn’t relish in the contemplation of the potential humiliation; Moira had kept her homosexuality a secret at work to avoid the judgements, but she saw how people looked at her with her short hair and dedication to dress shirts and ties, and she knew what they thought. Moira told herself it didn’t matter, but sometimes it did. She hoped that Angela would let her down gently and be kind to her, as many in the past had not been.

The shadows deepened in the lab indicating that it was getting late. Moira decided that now was the time; she’d certainly taken long enough. She shrugged off her lab coat and adjusted her tie, checking her reflection in a particularly large beaker. She took a deep breath and told herself, I am perfectly loveable. Feeling the butterflies in her stomach, Moira reached for her lab rabbit to comfort herself but the animal shrunk away from her grasp in terror. Fuck, she thought, that’s not a good sign. She made a mental note to ask the head of the science department for a more cooperative lab animal.

Moira nervously walked down the hall of the empty science department; at this time of day most people had gone home leaving only the most dedicated to their research to stay into the night. She knew exactly where Angela would be; in the medical wing researching her nanotechnology.

Angela was staying late again, her nanite research taking precedence over her life. Sometimes she craved human contact during these lonely hours, but she knew how important her research was and its application in saving human lives. During the day she could talk to her other colleagues, but the only other person there at this time of night was well, Moira. Truth be told, she found the older doctor quite attractive, but her studies took up much of her time and anyway, she knew the dangers of working relationships as she called them. Angela sighed, she had looked up to the older scientist when she had first joined Overwatch, but her faith had swiftly unravelled as she became more aware of Moira’s lack of regard for protocol and ethics. “We must all make sacrifices in the name of science!” she would say, but Angela wasn’t sure there was anything that could be considered progress when it came at a disregard for others. Moira hadn’t crossed the line, not yet; Overwatch wouldn’t put up with such behaviour. But there had been some unsubstantiated rumours that Moira was toying with the building blocks of life…

Angela could hear footsteps coming down the hallway and started in surprise. The only person it could be was Moira but she rarely went to Angela’s office except to peek at her research in the daytime.

Angela’s door was open, but at any rate a long, slender hand reached in and knocked on it as a tall woman appeared in the doorway, her red hair shining in the darkness of the evening.

Politeness? Angela thought, from Moira? Must be a full moon.

“Come in”, she said, and the handsome woman slinked into her office.

“Hello Dr. O’Deorain, how can I help you?” Angela thought she detected a slight blush on Moira’s normally stoic pale face, but she shook her head, imagining things, she thought.

“Good evening Dr. Ziegler”, Moira spoke, “I’ve come to see how your evening is going.”

Moira having a regard for others? Angela quickly peeked out the window. Not a full moon, weird.

“It’s going well, was there something I could help you with Dr. O’Deorain?”

“Ah, no, nothing in particular… how’s your research going?”

“It’s going quite well, I’ve developed several new applications for my nano-machines that I hope to test out on the field soon”.

“What kind of applications?”

“Oh, you know, the healing kind”.

“Ah of course”.

The simple banter, unusual for Moira, annoyed the good doctor, who was expecting some sort of trick to be afoot.

“Well Dr. O’Deorain, if there’s nothing you need I must really get back to my research”. She turned her back on the geneticist and frowned at the work in front of her.

“Ah, well, see you later then, Ange- Dr. Ziegler”, Moira stuttered, patting Angela on the back.

She turned, startled by the contact, and caught a glimpse of Moira’s red face as she ran out of Angela’s office and back down the hallway. What the hell? She thought as she checked her back to make sure she wasn’t turning into a frog or something but noticed nothing wrong. This peaked Angela’s interest, Moira was acting out of character. Well she’s finally snapped, thought Angela, gone completely off the deep-end.

Then Angela remembered that Moira had been blushing. She’d called her Angela. She had been acting informal. She thought she’d better go check on her to make sure nothing was wrong.

Moira rushed down the hallway back to her office. God I’m such an idiot, “Smooth move” she whispered sarcastically to herself as she closed the door and settled behind her desk. It had been her chance to tell Angela how she’d felt and she’d blown it.