this isn't shipping lol

*WTTM is leaked*

Some antis: lmao this is all fanservice, otayuri won’t ever be canon!

Me: remembers the weeks of victuuri butt shots, naked stretching, cuddling, and apparent “fanservice” all leading to a canon engagement.


Originally posted by fromthemotionpicture

just imagine sakura, working under tsunade

-focusing on her jutsu and healing, learning and improving

-not thinking about sasuke as much, but not showing other boys attention

-really looking up to tsunade, because she’s strong and smart and sooo pretty??

-sakura walking down the streets of konoha and looking, really looking, and noticing how many pretty girls there are???

-one day, talking with ino, thinking “man, she’s got such nice hair and she always wears such nice clothes” and is she?? but nah, its just gals bein pals

-slowly realizing that her feelings towards tsunade are not simple adoration. she got a crush

-sakura looking at girls and seeing them in a new light; she doesn’t just think they’re objectively cute, she really likes them and wants to hold hands and do cute stuff

-she hangs out with ino, collecting some herbs for the hospital, and when they stop to rest, sitting in a flower field, sakura has her first kiss

VLD staff: We’re keeping Keith’s ethnicity to ourselves until later

Some People: Omfg remember when Keith told Shiro “you're like a brother to me” they're gonna be brothers! They’re both Japanese clearly!


anonymous asked:

I'm sad you finished the Bokuroo week, you draw them so rarely now and I just miss my boys so much

anon please don’t try to guilt trip me into drawing more bokuro that’s kinda very rude I realize no one really reads tags so I’m gonna just say it here again - as I mentioned before, this period is really damn busy for me because for whatever reason all my fandoms and ships have decided to hold their ship weeks all together in the span of 20 days and I’m a sucker for this kind of events which means I wanna participate in everything and end up being unable to put actual effort in everything else for a while

THAT SAID how productive I am with a specific ship depends a lot on how much they’re appearing in the main story (currently in the bokuros’ case it’s a very pretty round zero), how responsive/respectful the fandom is when I do post about them (the bokuro fandom is amazing!!! Everyone around it that still keeps on trying to make it about other ships and turn my art into something it’s not supposed to be, not so much) and how much content for said ship I can consume through the fandom/how easily accessible it is (there’s very little content for bokuro in general and try and look for stuff in the tags it’s all about other ships/ot3s or ot4s/unrequited or past-relationship/tagged-but-only-as-brotp)

I really, really, really love that ship a whole damn lot still, trust me, but when I have so little inspiration coming from anything that could give it to me and at the same time I got other ships making me super creative, I’m naturally bound to produce less for it. I’m not abandoning it, I’m just asking you to be patient when my creativity doesn’t happen to be focused on them for a while


thanks to @yalenayardeen for this prompt generator - i had so much fun with this

“Hey have you seen that thing I’ve been look — ohhhhh my god you’re naked.” 

Helion turned around, eyes sparkling, a grin already spreading across his face. “Like what you see?”

Nesta was decidedly not seeing, her eyes already pinned to the row of yellow flowers in glass pots blooming on his dresser. “I am so sorry! I came in for that top you borrowed; I didn’t mean —”

In her peripheral vision, she could see him not getting dressed. Which, fine, he was comfortable like this. Even in front of her. But she wasn’t that comfortable with it.

“It’s alright to look, baby, I know you’ve never seen anyone as impressive as me.”

Nesta scoffed. She wanted to tell him she thought Cassian was pretty impressive, but there would be a 100% chance of that getting back to Cassian. So she didn’t. Instead, she walked over to his dresser and tilted his flowers toward her with two fingers.

“I’d be careful over there,” Helion said, a smile evident in his voice.

She rolled her eyes. “Like flowers are more dangerous than you.”

“Those are,” he said.

She dipped her nose toward the flowers. “I don’t know; they aren’t trying to show me their cocks.”

“What do they smell like?” Helion was behind her, invisible even in the corners of her eyes, but she could still hear him smiling. The man never seemed to stop. 

“Flowers,” she said sarcastically. But also…what was that other scent? She inhaled again, deeply, to try and pin down what it was.

“I wouldn’t breathe in too much of that,” he said. She turned around, all ready to tell him where he could shove his suggestions for her wellbeing, but stopped short when she saw him. It was like the rest of the room was spinning around him and he was the only stable object. And, was he glowing?

“Look at that face,” Helion said, eyes laughing now. “Now do you like what you see?”

She gaped, unabashedly looking him up and down before resting her gaze on his abs. “Are you fucking serious?”

“I know, I know. They’re impressive.”

Nesta walked toward him and put both hands on the muscles over his stomach. Then she hit him lightly with one hand. His skin didn’t so much as shake in response. “Fuck.”

He tilted her face up to his. “I can’t believe you like my abs better than my dick.”

“Who likes dicks?” She asked. But his question made her look down.

“You, apparently. I certainly do.”

Without being exactly sure what she was doing, she knelt down in front of him and looked at him closer. He was half hard for her, and the thought made her ache between her legs.

“Oookay,” Helion said. “This has been fun, but it’s time for you to go.”

“No,” she whispered. She reached a hand up toward his cock, but he pulled her up by her arms so that she was standing.

“It’s the flowers,” he said.

“I don’t care,” she said, attempting to go in for a kiss.

He blocked her with his hand and started steering her toward his door. “You will when you aren’t high anymore.”

“Please,” she said, “I want you.”

“You want Cassian.”

Her eyes widened at him calling her out on her secret. “He doesn’t want me. I want you instead. You’re hotter.”

“You didn’t think that a minute ago,” he said, clearly trying not to smile. 

“Please,” she said, pulling his hands toward her chest, tipping her face up toward his.

He gave her one final push out his door and began to close it on her. “Go find Cassian, baby. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to take care of you.”


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If someone ships Jashi they do not support pedophilia
If someone ships Jashi they do not support incest
If Jashi is canon, that does not make Samurai Jack a trash show
If Jashi is not canon, that does not make Samurai Jack a trash show
At THIS MOMENT (1:58 am on April 27) none of us know anything for sure. Whether she’s actually Jack’s daughter, whether she’s much younger than him or not really because he didn’t age, etc.
Damn people.