this is the post where i went too far

Hey, remember that one time when I said I would stop doodling an unimportant regular enemy characters? …Yeah, me neigher.

read more for the illustrated definition of “spending way too much time on something

(an extremely wild AU where Michael has a 4-second-moment of genuine sense of guilt and other assorted human emotions the night before the N-Y heist. yeah yeah I know, how far fetched, I’m crazy like that.)

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anonymous asked:

hi zayan, I was on insta and someone posted that phil having his straightener and mirror in dans room are just lil details and phannies are too obsessive and its not significant. I’m beginning to doubt me shipping phan haha I just look like an idiot who reaches too far at this point :(( (btw, do you read amaaf I’m dying)

listen phantis are the one reaching you’re not and here are “big things”
dan visiting phil’s fam three times this year and once around christmas. he legit went to the bahamas to spend phil’s family vacation with him where phil’s brother took his girlfriend. you don’t take your bro to that kind of an intimate family thing, however close you are
dan and phil legit still living together in their 30s and late 20s. literally every other “bros” who were living together for one reason or another has gotten another place for themselves and are living their own lives because at that age being “bros” and living together is just plain weird. especially from a family man like phil. they literally just moved again, together, to their third home. they’re rich enough to get great individual places and it’s not actually gonna be a feat to live in separate places and still have a joint channel. they aren’t daily vloggers.

i could be listing so much more shit but here’s the thing. if someone won’t even consider the fact that two men can be in a relationship or that they can be queer that’s quite frankly homophobic. something dan said when he was at the lowest point of his life isn’t something to be taken as “proof” over so much he’s said and so much that’s happening when he’s at the happiest point of his life.
and last, but not least, ig can suck my ass and i fucking hate the ig phandom with every fibre of my being

anonymous asked:

i know this isnt a reason to tag them but i went through their blog and they had a post that was like "stevens an insensitive he showed lars a pic of sadie' cause he thought it would show shes okay????/ this is a fucking 14 year old we're talking about jesus fucking christ

He wanted to show him Sadie is ok?
Jfc guys reachin too far its like they never where teenagers
But ok w/e tbh I don’t give a fuck about what they say or what they post as long as they don’t annoy me personally.
I don’t wanna stress myself

This is the only doodle I had sitting around before RL happened, and since it won’t be finished any time soon  I’ll  just post it now! A scene from the RP with my fiancee I really loved, after she had debunked one too many theories and couldn’t figure out why that was making her partner in crime feel progressively worse. Peridot has a real talent for being completely and unintentionally sweet when she’s just stating cold hard facts, lmao

As far as the RP goes, this is where she went from “yay cool little green space rock partner that can handle the truths” to “oh no there went my dokis gdi”.

Now it’s her turn

anonymous asked:

I don’t think anyone has touched on this yet. We’ve all been focused on her actions during GG that we haven’t realized her actions since have been odd too. Normally when you’re engaged you want to celebrate everything in your life. You’re generally overly happy and giddy about it all. Sure she went on a binge where she tweeted a bunch how her fans were the greatest but she’s overwhelmingly far from how she normally acts when she’s obviously happy/in a good mood. She hasn’t posted about (part1/2)

(Part2/2) OL in a while. She posted the thanks for all the WCC donations in when the total raises was announced but she wasn’t nearly as giddy as she normally is. She’s done minimal SM posts which maybe it’s just me but I find it odd. Happily engaged, the biggest WCC donation raised to date, GG nominations, news of OL S5&6 likely & she’s mostly MIA. She has a lot to celebrate & normally when she’s excited she shows it. It’s not just Tony/engagement saga that seems off. She seems off. Right?

Dont’ look behind the curtain. Times Up. Me Too. Recycling? ur doin it rong. People in my industry have been abused and harassed and here is a fund to support justice. I support them. (Outlander? nevah heard of it)

1000 followers... what?

This blog has only been running for a couple of months! I very much appreciate it though! I hope all the new fans brought in by the anime are having a really good time with it. Its as cute and fun as it is macabre and heartbreaking. I think I’ll use the tag #amb manga spoilers from now on, to prevent any major spoilers for anime-only fans.

I remember when AMB was kinda obscure as far as manga went, and people on my main blog were constantly asking me where the hot skeleton dude was from. Glad it’s finally getting some recognition :’)

As for this blog, this is my first time managing more than one blog, so apologies if posts are a little sparse here and there. I’ve been really busy with school and and work, but tomorrow is my last final of the semester, so after that I’ll have more time to make gifs, as well as manga colorings and maybe some art too! I drew Elias once like, a year ago, and I’m really itching to redo it now that I’ve improved a bit.

TLDR: Thanks for following, hopefully more activity and stuff coming soon, when I stop being busy/lazy <3

7 Days of Halloween

Originally posted by lematworks

I love Halloween so I thought it’d be fun to write a Halloween themed story for  the week leading up to it! I will be (hopefully) posting one Halloween story a day plus an imagine/one shot/request/something.

Here’s the lineup I got so far….

Tuesday-Big brother Dean takes Sam & Y/N (in their motel homemade costumes) trick or treating.

Wednesday-Sam watches Casper the Friendly Ghost with his older sister.

Thursday-Dean & Sam get costumes so they can take Dean’s daughter trick or treating.

Friday-AU where Sam & Dean pickup their little sister from a Halloween party gone too far.

Saturday-Dean picks up the Halloween traditions that Sam used to do with their little sister before he went to Stanford, with a little help from Sam.

Sunday-Sam has to explain to his little sister that monsters are real after a close call.

Monday-Team Free Will & the youngest Winchester celebrate Halloween in the bunker.


Thanks to rotodisk, I remembered I never really uploaded OC’s for Ever After High and talked about them

The gal in red is Jaqueline “Jackie” or “Jaq” Knave, daughter of the Knave of Hearts. There is a story behind her eyepatch. Makes kazeknight feel feels.

I had the thought that when Jaq and Lizzie were kids, and Lizzie was just learning about her “adoration” with scissors, she was running to show Jaq. The scissors on the way went into little Jaq’s eye, and that’s where the eyepatch comes in.

The gal in green is Marcella Lion, daughter of the Cowardly Lion. I posted her once before, but didn’t really say too much about her. So far she has the most work done on her. She has her Rebel card and I started a webisode edit with her in it, def need to really re-work that. That style is somehow harder to do????

Marcella is most definitely a rebel. She started as a royal, a rather fraidy kitten when she was young, but realized that if she didn’t want to keep being treated differently, she had to start standing up for herself. now she’s a bold whackadoodle :P

But yea. Ever After High OC’s. I had a fox girl too but she is meh? Maybe I’ll work on her. I also have a drawing of the daughter of the caterpillar!! Holy shit someone stop me please :| I have too many drawings. Next post might be Monster High ghouls I’ve done.

Request #9: Daryl Imagine (Smut)

Anonymous request: May I get an imagine where I’m Carl’s older sister like 18 and I start to date Daryl and he is really cute and protective. The one day Rick finds out and gets super mad. Thank u

I’m not really proud of this imagine but it’s the best I could come up with. Also, I’m super, super sorry for the long delay. I was meant to post this last yesterday but I was feeling ill…

It’s not what it looks like 

In many ways, Alexandria could be defined as heaven. You didn’t have to constantly worry about being bitten in your sleep or whether there would be anything to eat the following day. The big problem was that everybody knew everybody and it was pretty much impossible to come and go unnoticed.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Carl called me over from the couch where he was reading some comics, making me stop in my tracks. “Where are you going sis?”

“It’s my nightshift to guard the walls,” I replied a little too quickly, having thought about my excuse in advance.

“Oka- Wait! Isn’t it Daryl’s turn tonight?” Carl was eyeing me suspiciously, leaning over the back of the sofa, his comics entirely forgotten.

“I think I know better than you when my shifts are, don’t you agree?” Not daring to wait for his reply, I quickly exited the house and hid in the shadows while walking towards the guard post.

Checking once again that nobody had seen me, I started climbing up the ladder to the platform where Daryl was already keeping watch.

“Yer late, (Y/N),” Daryl mumbled without even turning around. Instead of getting distraught by his cold demeanor, I went tiptoes and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Carl’s been getting suspicious,” I explained as I sat down on the wall’s rim, not too far away from him. “I guess when you don’t have to fight for survival every single day, you have time to snoop in other people’s businesses.”

“If yer dad finds out, he’ll kill me,” Daryl wearied and his knuckles turned white as his grip on the sniper tightened. Smiling at his reaction, I stood up and made my way over to him, taking the weapon away from his hands before he could say anything.

“If my dad finds out,” I whispered as I pressed my chest against Daryl’s torso, tilting my head up to look at him while my hands found their way to his back pockets. “You’re dead, I’m dead and whoever tells him about it is probably dead too.” I joked as Daryl tipped his head down to have a better look at me and no matter how many times we had been like this, his blue eyes still made my legs weak.

“And ye think that’s funny, don’t ye?” He smirked ever so lightly and I nodded, barely able to hide my smile. Without wasting another second, Daryl leaned down, capturing my lips with his as his hands roamed over my body, holding me tighter.

Still proud at having been able to lighten the mood, I gave his ass a teasing squeeze before sliding my cold hands under the back of his shirt. I could feel the scars on his back as he shivered every time I traced them with the tip of my fingers.

His lips left mine, tracing their way down my jawline until they reached the spot between my neck and my collarbone, nibbling on the sensitive skin and making me moan in pleasure.

Not wanting to waste another minute of our precious time, my hands left his back and went to his shirt instead, proceeding to undo every and each button. I felt him groan against my neck, his stubble scratching my skin when my fingers went further south.

“Yer sure (Y/N)?” He breathed, slowly pulling away from me to have a full view of my blushed self. Admittedly, this probably wasn’t the best of places but it did have the advantage that nobody would see us.

“Mmm,” I purred, looking straight into his eyes as my hands went to grab the hem of my t-shirt. Before I could even start pulling it upwards, Daryl did the job for me, sliding the garment off me and throwing it somewhere behind me, outside the walls.

Our hands were all over each other, removing the remaining pieces of clothing that separated us in a blur. His lips found mine again in a passionate kiss and while the night might have been chilly, my skin felt as if on fire when I laid down on my back. Daryl’s body quickly covered mine and I could feel every single part of him pressing against me as we continued kissing.

Way too turned on to worry about further preliminaries, I took his engorged member in my hand, stroking it slowly and enjoying the guttural sounds coming from Daryl’s throat before guiding him to my core.

“Daryl!” A manly voice called out and we both froze in our spot. “Daryl, are you there?”

Our eyes were locked in each other for a moment, both of us not knowing what to do. Daryl regained his wit before I did and we quickly disentangled from each other as I rolled over to the darkest part of the platform, trying to grab my clothes in the process.

“Yeah Rick, what d’ya need?” Daryl responded, doing his best to remain in the shadows as he put on his jeans.

“Do you know where (Y/N) is? Carl told me she went out to take the night shift but I checked and it’s not her turn tonight,” dad explained and I didn’t even have to look at him in order to know that he was pissed at me.

Daryl turned my way, silently asking me what to do but I just shook my head in panic as I tried finding my panties in the heap of clothes.

“I, she-” Daryl stuttered, trying to come up with a good lie and failing. “(Y/N) came by earlier, told her she had the shifts wrong and she went back home,” he ranted, still fumbling with his fly.

This probably was the dumbest story he could have come up with considering that there was no way I would be able to get to my house before dad did but I didn’t have time to point it out to Daryl as Rick spoke again.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” Dad asked confused and Daryl went rigid, almost like a deer caught in the headlights. “Oh, oh,” Rick chuckled after a minute of silence, “that definitely explains the sounds,” he went on, clearly amused. “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it, and um, have fun!”

Daryl didn’t reply, frozen in place at us having come this close to being caught. I heard the footsteps growing fainter and finally dared getting back up on my feet.

“Out of all the things you could have come up with, that was your best shot?” I teased, smirking as I eyed Daryl up and down while trying to fasten my bra. The walkers didn’t scare him, neither did the cannibals and the wolves but my dad certainly did and I found that way more amusing than I probably should.

“Yeah, well ye try thinkin’ with no blood in yer brain,” he retorted, returning my smirk.

I quickly placed a kiss on his lips before starting to climb down the ladder as fast as I could. I used the short cut Enid had shown me weeks ago, running until my ribcage hurt. Luckily for me, dad seemed to have taken the long way around because I managed to get home just before him.

Closing the front door behind myself, I tried not to make any noise as I walked upstairs.

“(Y/N)?” Dad shouted behind me the very same moment the lights went on.

“Yes, dad, I’m here,” I replied weakly, halfway up to the first floor when he stopped next to the stairs.

“Where were you?” He asked angrily and I didn’t even dare imagine how he would react if he found me with Daryl.

Breathing deeply to remain calm, I turned around, putting on the most innocent smile I could master. “Thought it was my shift so I went out. Daryl told me it wasn’t the case so I went back home.”

He was silent for a moment, relaxing as he realized that my story matched Daryl’s and I breathed out in relief. While Alexandria was relatively secure, dad still worried a lot about my safety and he didn’t like me being out at night, hell, he didn’t even like when I took shifts.

“Wait! Where’s your t-shirt?” He asked suspiciously just as I was trying to climb up the final stairs.

“Well, you see,” I babbled and felt my cheeks grow pink. “I was getting ready to take a shower,” I replied, a fake smile on my lips as I faced my dad.

“At midnight?” He stated, cocking his head and giving me his “I don’t buy your bullshit” look.

“I was kind of sweaty.”


“I told you this wasn’t a good idea!” Glenn screamed the moment we stepped out of the car inside the walls.

“Oh come on! This is nothing,” I countered, holding my bloody arm with my right hand.

Tara and I had gone over some maps of the area in the morning and had found a gas station that looked promising. Glenn had decided to join us in our run and we managed to fill the entire trunk of the car with useful stuff.

“Nothing?” Glenn spoke out incredulously. “Your father will kill me if he finds out you got hurt under my watch!”

“And if he doesn’t, Daryl will,” Tara laughed as she came up behind us, placing an arm around my shoulder. I gave her a pointed look, silently telling her to shut up but she only smiled more. “Let’s get you to Denise, she will stitch you up.”

“What happened?” The doctor asked once she saw me covered in blood.

“Cut myself with my own knife,” I explained, sitting down on the cot. Denise nodded before walking away to gather the necessary material.

“You can’t believe how much I regret you having found out about Daryl and me,” I angrily whispered at Tara who was leaning against the door.

“Trust me, my eyes regret it too,” she said, sticking out her tongue at me.


I was slowly brushing the knots out of my hair in front of the full body mirror, getting ready for bed. I might have gotten hurt in the process but I was proud of having accomplished a very successful run. Rick saw red when he noticed my injury but after I told him how much we managed to bring, and more importantly, after Michonne told him to suck it up, he calmed down a bit. I was just glad that Daryl hadn’t been there when we got back or else he would have thrown a fit.

As if on cue, I heard a small knock on my window and through the reflection on the mirror, I saw Daryl’s figure standing outside.

“Is this a High School Musical remake?” I joked after having unlatched the window. This was the first time Daryl had done this and even though it was cliché, having your boyfriend climb up the house and enter your bedroom through the window still had a certain appeal.

“Show me,” Daryl ordered as soon as his feet touched the floor. He didn’t look pleased, in fact he looked even angrier than Rick had.

“It’s nothing,” I whispered in order not to be overheard by Carl whose room was right next to mine. Obviously not buying it, Daryl seized me by my waist and pulled me closer to him before taking my arm in his hands.

“Denise told me ye got twelve stitches,” he whispered, not being able to see the wound because of the bandage. “Why did ye even go on a run?!” He groaned, his blue eyes cold as they pierced through mine.

“Because I wanted to be useful,” I explained, keeping my voice low even though Daryl wasn’t doing any effort in that department. “And don’t even start because you don’t have the right to tell me what and what not to do,” I quickly added when he was about to start lecturing me.

“So I’m supposed ta sit back and let ye get killed?!” Daryl fumed but still tried to keep his voice down this time.

“No,” I replied weakly, understanding where this was coming from. Slowly, I pushed him backwards until he was sitting down on my bed and I took a seat on his lap. “But I would be happy if you congratulated me on my success,” I whispered before kissing his cheek.

“I can’t loose ya.” I wasn’t sure if I had heard it right considering Daryl’s voice was merely a whisper. Silently, he took my wrists in his large hand before looking up at me. “I can’t live without ya.”

His confession took me by surprise and I was rendered speechless for a while, barely even able to hold his gaze. “Daryl, are you telling me what I think you are?”

“I love ya, (Y/N),” he murmured, looking straight into my eyes. Never in a thousand years would I have thought I’d get to hear Daryl say those words.

My body reacted before my brain even had a chance to and in less than a second, I was straddling him, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Daryl quickly responded to my actions, his hands tearing my nightshirt apart, buttons flying everywhere across the room.

There were no words needed as we undressed each other in the moonlit room, smiling each time our eyes met. When Daryl noticed me struggling to stay on top with my wounded arm, he gently flipped us around before placing a soft kiss on the bandage.

I probably managed to kiss every inch of his chest before his shirt had even entirely come off. He smoothly pulled me away and proceeded to take my right nipple between his teeth, making me squirm underneath him as I tried to remain relatively quiet.

We took our time, enjoying each other’s bodies before I felt him enter me. The bed squeaked each time he thrust in me and every time he did, it brought me closer to my release.

“I love you too, Daryl,” I smiled, teary eyed when my orgasm hit me. I don’t know if it were my words or the way my heat pulsated around his member but he reached his peak at that moment, burying his face on my neck to muffle the sounds.

We fell asleep soon after, still naked as he held me close to him, my head resting against his cheek.


I woke up in panic when I heard noise coming from downstairs. It sounded like something had fallen, quickly followed by multiple curse words.

Daryl and I got up at once. I frantically searched for something to wear, quickly settling with his shirt as he put on his boxers. He silently implored for me to stay but I was already out of the door, gun in hand before he could stop me.

“What the hell?!” I shouted, gun raised once I was downstairs. The beautiful lamp next to the couch had been knocked over and glass shards littered the floor.

“Don’t tell dad,” Carl asked me when I noticed him closing the front door behind himself, hiding Enid from sight.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Daryl’s worried voice came from behind just as I felt his protective hand on my shoulder.

“What the hell is going on?” Dad screamed, running downstairs quickly followed by Michonne.

“Carl went to the kitchen for a snack and knocked over the lamp in the process,” I quickly blurted out, trying to dissipate the tension as the five of us stood in the middle on the room, holding various weapons.

“Yeah,” Carl quickly agreed, nodding his head more than was natural.

“Okay,” Michonne accepted, nodding slowly as she set her katana on the stairs. “Let us clean that up before anyone gets hurt.”

“Wait,” dad countered and my face fell, knowing what was to come. “What is Daryl doing here? And why are you wearing his shirt, (Y/N)?”

“Dad, look, I can explain,” I tried softly, walking towards him carefully. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Really, (Y/N)?” Rick scoffed without looking at me. Instead, he raised his gun again and pointed it at Daryl, making me stop at once. “The way I see it, it is exactly what it looks like.”

“Look man, I can explain,” Daryl pleaded, raising his hands in defeat.

“Oh, you do?” Rick exclaimed, cocking his head. “So my daughter is wearing your shirt, you’re in boxers and there’s an explanation,” dad joked, sarcasm heavy in his voice. His blue eyed stare was colder than ever and suddenly, I felt like a child again.

Panicking, I rushed in front of Daryl, putting myself between him and the gun. “Okay dad, relax please. I’m nineteen years old so you don’t exactly have a-”

“I can’t believe it, (Y/N)! You lied to me, you were the one on the platform with Daryl,” Rick realized, an angry rictus poisoning his face. When he didn’t lower his gun, Daryl tried to shove me behind himself but I stood my ground.

“Stop!” Michonne yelled, coming out from the kitchen, looking pissed. “Lower your gun, Rick,” she ordered but dad didn’t budge. “Rick!” She yelled once again and he finally complied. “(Y/N), Daryl, go get dressed. We need to discuss this calmly,” she added, pointedly looking at my dad.

 Let me know what you think of it :)


seisans replied to your post: Elise and I watched Devilman and we’re……

what are you confused about

Well we pretty much understood what went down! But it’s been a while since we watched something where the world literally actually ended, so we’re kinda hooked on… why it happened. 

Like in NGE, beneath all the robots fighting angels it was about the characters’ inability to communicate with each other and the author’s inability to understand people, and it looks at what it means to love each other and be flawed despite that in an almost scientific way? 

So maybe we’re looking too far into it but we both feel like there should be something underneath all the demon fighting. All we got was sorta, “Satan took advantage of human fear and mob mentality, one person tried to stop him but only in like episode ten, and then EVERYBODY died and no one got to learn a lesson. Because like, God and demons and stuff. The rapture!” 

I suppose Ryo learned what it meant to truly love something and experience sorrow through losing it, but he wasn’t as central a character as I thought he would be, so I feel like I can’t give the final moral lesson to him. The show talked a bit about his inability to feel empathy but no one… really treated it as a flaw or called him out on it until like episode 7, so it didn’t feel like it really needed to get “solved.” 

Akira also didn’t change very much! He stayed super Pure of Heart and Shonen™ until the last person he loved died and THEN he snapped and did some murders and then fought Satan, but his naivety was the best thing about him! It wasn’t treated as a flaw either so I don’t think “Akira finally hates humans” is a good thesis either. 

What was it about, man? Was the moral just another “humans are impulsive creatures and love isn’t stronger than guns” edgy story? I wanna KNOW


Captionless version here.

Long post ahead. I wanna talk a bit about pre-war America. There’s already a great post where @yahargul points out some events that happened pre-war, showing an America that’s like, the same as the one post-war just with fancier shrubbery. It was great seeing other people noticing too and how shitty it is that Bethesda didn’t show us any of that.

It made sense in the previous games, but here we have a family who lived right at the moment the bombs went off and as far as it goes ingame they fell because some dude planted his butt on the wrong console.
So how come that in an age of American soldiers marching into small suburbs the Sole Survivor’s family is planning for Halloween? People everywhere else are being gunned down for wanting food, but they have a domestic robot preparing their breakfast? Fusion powered cars were few and inbetween, but everyone in Sanctuary has the latest models. 

My theory is that both Nate and Nora, and by extension all of Sanctuary’s residents, did some sensitive work for the government. Not important enough to get relocated to the Enclave, but enough to cash some benefits.
With Nate it’s fairly obvious, duh soldier. But that alone wouldn’t be enough to get yourself and your family a space in a Vault. Only 123 were ever built. Spaces in the Vaults were highly coveted and here we have a door-to-door salesman practically forcing it on your family. 
Either Nate pulled some serious (black ops?) shit, or it was Nora whose ‘family service’ got them the privilege of Vault space. The legal system was trash, people didn’t get trials, they were thrown into concentration camps or gunned down on the streets. What would you need a lawyer for, unless there’s still things the government would like to hide?

  • Like, for example, their use of Psycho on American soldiers. A soldier high on Psycho would rip the spine out of a person’s neck and not care. He could step on a mine and crawl forward on the stumps of his legs, not feeling the pain. The Army already had to content with a lot of deserters after deploying their soldiers in American cities. They’d threaten to make it all public. 
  • Then there was the New Plague that was developed by the government, killing people within days.Two-hundred thousand died. Early in 2077 research related to it was leaked and people started suspecting the government was at fault. 
  • And, lastly Vault-Tec was funded by the government but there were still some independent contractors. Like RobCo industries, at its head Mr House who supplied to us the PipBoy, the Protectron and other gadgets. And Mr House wasn’t a patriot, he was a capitalist. If a better opportunity presented itself, he’d take it.

So between drugging soldiers, keeping food reserves from the population, actively killing it with a bio-weapon and relying on contractors to finance their own decadence, the US needed to hold it all together. They did that with the help of lawyers like Nora.
On the sliding scale of morality I think her job took her right into the deep end. PTSD would be a problem for her as well as for Nate who in all likelihood shot someone he knew by name because they wanted food for their children. 

Nate, Nora and all the residents of Sanctuary live in luxury, while the rest of America quickly succumbs to total chaos. They are far removed from the realities of American life in 2077 and I think it’s because both worked to support the government.

So I made up an AU. it’s a bit longer than my usual post though. XD

An AU set in medieval fantasy where the Grace siblings were orphaned at a young age after their abusive mother died and without a father, both were sent to the orphanage. 

After being admitted into the orphanage they suffered constant bullying from other older kids. Especially with Thalia’s rebellious nature and refusal to bow down to others. As well as her desire to protect her younger brother Jason. Then suddenly one day the bullying went too far and Jason got injured (thus lip scar, nope nope nothing to do with staplers at all. LOL) . In her rage Thalia lost control and  released a devastating storm upon the orphange.  It took a lot of people to hold her down and after that the people imprisoned her, out of fear of her powers. Little Jason came to visit her regularly always crying everytime he saw her.. Even though beaten and bruised she would always put on a smile for him. 

Then not long after, men in armor came. They came and took both the Grace siblings. It turns out they were the bastard children of King Zeus  of House Stormborn. One of the Great houses of the kingdom. They were taken in and trained to join their father’s army. Turns out both were very talented. As the years passed, the siblings rose through the ranks quickly. Earning the respect and fear of those around them. 

Jason grew into a disciplined and diplomatic man, yet was also an excellent swordsman. Always prefering the diplomatic ways first. His sister Thalia was a different story,  a force to be reckoned with. Hot-headed and unpredicatble she usually prefers to use force. And power is something she is not lacking in. 

That is why when King Zeus sends his son Jason to reason with you… be sure you grab this opprunity to think things through. For when Jason comes to visit… Thalia is not too far off.

And as they say… There is always a calm, before the storm.

It could be possible that I won’t be posting any art here until January so have some (non canon)holiday fluff to end this year. This was a doodle that went too far because I have lost the control of my life.

No matter where you are, and how festive or mundane your holiday season may be, I hope you get to spend it with someone you care and love. 

scarimor replied to your post: I love* the way the media are ascribing shitty…

I really liked where it went. but some of the inter cutting between different strands of the plot put the pace a bit off.

There were moments in it I enjoyed, but I thought the decision to put the rebels in a slow-motion chase was a terrible one, the character work was weak (or non-existent in Finn’s case), the Dickensian orphans were just embarrassing, and the dialogue was generally extremely clunky. Also, it made the universe seem the size of a handkerchief and was so limited in its settings - far too many scenes on space ships or in bases - that it felt weirdly like a TV episode.

There were some visually stunning sequences, though - the white/red stuff on Crait was terrific - and the Porgs were as adorable as intended.

Honestly though, I’m glad some people enjoyed it. I desperately wanted to like it too.

maplestreet83  asked:

6, 18, 42! And Happy New Year!🎆 😊

Thank you Kaisa!! Happy New Year to you, too!! 🎉

6. If you traveled, where did you go?

I didn’t travel far, but I did go to Philadelphia a few times this year! I went to see The Liberty Bell and I went to a few museums. I would post some pictures but my phone had an unfortunate accident in the toilet a few days ago, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

18. What was one nice thing you did for someone else?

I’ve been babysitting my friend’s kids for a few months now, while she goes out and looks for work!

42. What are you most proud of accomplishing?

I’m really proud to be writing again. Maybe it had to do with the depression^tm but like, I hadn’t written anything in YEARS until this year. And I am super appreciative of everyone who has encouraged me to keep writing.

"Looking Too Closely", a post season eleven Japril narrative fanfiction

Set following the season eleven finale, April reflects on her and Jackson’s relationship and how far they’ve come to be where they are now. Contains mild angst.

This was originally set out to be a tragedy, but the writing took a turn and things just kind of took off from there. I went with it, and ended up here. So basically, it’s a narrative on their relationship from the get-go, and tackles the way I think April is currently feeling right now. So, please let me know if you enjoyed this, and hopefully it’s in-character and great. :)

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A Guide to Jack Zimmermann in Dates

So I have see a ton of posts about what Jack’s exact timeline is like in regards to everything that went down in 2009, and @idrilka and I have spent far too long hammering this timeline out not to share at least the basics with you all.

May 22nd 2009 - The Memorial Cup final (the actual final in 2009 took place on the 24th but in order to fit in those perfect 34 days mentioned in the Parse III extras, and the 22nd is POSSIBLE, they would have just had to have been really good, and well we know they where)

June 25th/26th (around midnight?) 2009 - Jack Zimmermann ODs 

June 26th 2009 - Kent Parson goes 1st over all to the Los Vegas Aces at the 2009 draft in Montreal

August/September 2011 - Jack Zimmermann starts at Samwell

July/August/September 2012 - Kent Parson visits Samwell (potentially) with the Stanley Cup

Essentially I hope this helps someone somewhere write terrible angst or just you know normal angst ?