this looks horrible i give up

5

Governor? What governor?

You really fucked me up, you know that? I constantly type messages and go to press send, and then remember you don’t actually care. I constantly looked down your street everytime I drive by in case I see the tiniest bit of you, even though I know you wouldn’t do the same. I constantly look at photos of us and remind myself of memories, and I know that you wouldn’t dare to even think of them. I constantly remember every detail about you from your blue eyes to your horrible laugh, and you don’t even give me a second thought. That’s the difference between me and you, that was always the difference between me and you. I treasured every possible moment I could because I thought it was forever, you didn’t because you thought of me as an object that would pass time.
—  I’m tired of feeling this way
Hamilton As Things My Girlfriend Has Said
  • Alexander : "You know, come to think of it, coffee is the most pleasurable thing."
  • *I give her an odd look*
  • "Well I love you but coffee helps me stay up till horrible hours to finish my work."
  • --
  • John : "You look hot today. No homo." *Finger guns*
  • "Babe we're dating."
  • --
  • Hercules : "See all my clothes are 100% made by me and my hands. I poured my blood sweat and tears into this - "
  • "It says made in China."
  • "Maybe I made it in China?!"
  • --
  • Lafayette : "Some days when I'm mad at you I want to only speak in another language bug the problem is I only know English and not even very well."
  • --
  • Aaron : "Normally I'm a calm individual but see, Abigail makes me want to drop kick her into a well filled with sharks."
  • "Is...is she not your best friend?"
  • "She is."
  • --
  • Angelica : "See whenever people doubt me I laugh because I'm better than every person in the world and they're just jealous of my feminism strength."
  • --
  • Eliza : "Sometimes I wonder what would happen if you cheated on me."
  • "Well I never would."
  • "No I know. But if you did I'd probably burn everything you love and go Carrie Underwood on you."
  • --
  • Peggy : "How is it my mom forgot to invite me to my own birthday party?!"
  • --
  • Thomas : "See macaroni and cheese is a gift from God. Like he loves it too. Cause who wouldn't?"
  • "Aren't you an atheist?"
  • "A GIFT FROM GOD AJ!"
  • --
  • James : "I swear I've been sick my whole life. Death is trying so hard to get me but they will fail! *coughs for a good five minutes* Fuck off death..."
  • --
  • George : "Why do I have to adopt all the worst fuckers?"
  • "You don't have to - "
  • "No I love them and they are my fucker children."
  • --
  • Maria : "I'm a sexy son a bitch who needs to learn how to make better life choices..."
you are the only goddamn thing that gives me peace, the only thing that keeps me still when all I wanna do is fall and shatter, sometimes I feel as if the universe’s crushing weight is too much to handle, that no matter where I look, where I go, that weight will forever stay with me, but you make me feel different, you know that feeling you get when you listen to your favorite song? you fill me up with that feeling, that feeling of sunlight or some poetic shit, sometimes I think about how horrible life is and how ugly the world is then I look at you and I see the way the sunlight hits your eyes and I hear the sound of your laugh and I can’t help but let all my thoughts fade into nothingness, you are beautiful and terrifying and you are so full of everything and everyone and I don’t know how to explain it, you talk about things with so much passion and you dance to songs so freely as if your soul is the one in control of your body, you smile at strangers and their heart melts and I could see it in their eyes, you spit the truth like poison and you stand in bravery while others cower in fear, you leave pieces of yourself wherever you go, in everyone you meet, you stumble upon people, talk about the world and movies and songs and you captive them and you hold them hostage with your eyes and brain and heart, you posses them and they feel you in everything they do, you are beyond my understanding, beyond anyone’s understanding, you make me wish I could have all the time in the world just so I would spend more of it loving the moments I get to share with you, you are deeply under my skin, deeply rooted somewhere in my heart or soul whatever those are, you are the only thing that makes me fall in love with life a little more each day, you are my home.
—  atelophobiaxx // Nada Toghoj
Underrated 4E-Original D&D Monsters!

While Dungeons and Dragons 4th Edition had many flaws when it came to integrating narrative and gameplay; on some pretty fundamental levels; one advantage of the system was that the simplified monster-creation allowed for a dickton of really interesting brand-new monsters to appear in a small space.

Sadly, due to both a lack of art for many of them and a fundamentally fluff-lite narrative approach for most of its run, almost nobody remembers them.

And that’s what we’re here to talk about today, with the name, a brief description, and the book they come from! So, in no particular order:

Banderhobbs- A horrible vore-frog that lives in the plane of Shadows. They take people away to work in their horrible shadow-mines until they turn into more Banderhobbs! [Monster Manual 3, tho they did come back in 5e’s Volo’s Guide]

Dreambreath Dracoliches- Dragon liches who root their immortality in the plane of Dreams and generally look like something that should be painted on the side of a van [Draconomicon: Chromatics]

Star Spawn- Horrible eldritch monster-avatars of the Stars, summoned by a giant planet that got fucked up by spending too long in the Cthulhu-dimension passing in front of them. They have stats so you can fight the giant planet. [Monster Manuals 2 & 3]

Filth Hags- A type of hag who always comes accompanied by a son she made out of poop. Yes I know they just give it as nonspecific “filth,” but we all know it’s poop [The Book of Vile Darkness. Yes there was a 4e version.]

Accipitridae- A centipede-thing made of grave-dirt and bone, part of a series of undead monsters created from grave-detritus known as Dethritus. There is also the Offalian who is a snake-thing made out of guts. [Open Grave]

Voracia- A giant starfish that eats fairies. Made as one of the edition’s Abominations; giant living weapons designed to fight in the war between the Gods and the jotun-like elemental Primordials. [The Plane Above]

Astral Renders- Another abomination, this giant silver/gold blob monster that doesn’t just eat flesh, but also the barriers between dimensions. To teleport.  [The Plane Above]

Bonewretch Skeletons- Literal dead-baby skeletons [Open Grave]

Orium Dragons- Metallic dragons obsessed with ancient civilizations, their history and lore, and with an obsession with bringing said ancient civilizations back. They breathe acid which turns into snake-vapor monsters. Which then stay around to keep attacking you. [Draconomicon: Metallic Dragons]

Apocalypse Spells- The remnants of apocalyptically deadly/powerful spells that have gained sentience, like shards of the chains of a trapped god or colorless fire from a massive war-ending spell [Monster Manual 3]

Larval Snipers/Larval Assassins/Larval Warmasters- Variants on the basic worm-that-walks monster including snipers made of wasps, assassins made of centipedes, and warlords made of beetles [Open Grave]

Chillfire Destroyers- 4e had this thing where they condensed the Elemental Planes into one big Elemental Chaos, and one of the byproducts of that was that all the elementals (at least at first) were combinations of elements. The Chillfire Destroyer; which is literally an elemental made of ice with fire inside; was one of the cooler; more iconic (In my eyes at least) manifestations of the idea. [Monster Manual 2]

Dragonscale Sloughs- Piles of dead skin and shed scales from dragons that’ve come to undead life. The dragon doesn’t even have to be dead for it to happen, as it mentions they tend to form naturally in the lairs of elder dragons [Open Grave]

Consumptive Swarm- A “demon” that’s actually a swarm of Slaad/chaos-frog larvae mutated into demons by the energy from shard of evil that formed The Abyss (Basically Chaotic Evil Hell). There’s also versions for Efreet and Djinn and a weird thing called a Writhing Crag supposedly made from Ropers and Xorn with a great design and the ability to embed you in stone. [The Plane Below]

Unrisen- People who came back very, very wrong after a Raise Dead spell. You know Pet Sematery? It’s basically Pet Sematery. [Open Grave]

Swarmtongue Worms- While the old gold-coin-mimicking Hoard Scarab came back, they also added another parasite for draconic hordes, grotesque stomachlike wormy-tongued parasites the size of a dwarf. They come in multi-headed versions called Swarmtongue Hydras and are implied to be either relatives of Carrion Crawlers or the result of what happens when the parasites feeding on a dead dragon’s body get bathed in energy from the Cthulhu dimension [Draconomicon: Chromatic]

Dragonclaw Swarms- An “advanced” version of the Crawling Claw enemy that is literally hundreds of severed dragon feet coming to attack you. D&D is silly sometimes [Open Grave]

Quom- Bald-headed two-faced people who were pretty chill until their goddess got exploded by the God/Primordial war. Now they’re searching for all the shards of their Goddess, which is a problem given how many of those have wormed their way into magic weapons or sometimes even people. [The PlaneAbove]

Flesh Cults- One of the coolest new ideas that got only one entry, they’re basically a cult not dedicated to immortality like most undead cults but rather to ˆephemerality, being in the here and the now and that everything ends eventually, with their rituals giving themselves regeneration that makes too much flesh, with it being described as a “perpetual cascade of flesh and organs,” which they then use as weapons and reanimate as temporary quickly-decaying undead servants. Because waste not want not I suppose [Open Grave]

Oubliviae- A new demon lord who looks bland at first, basically a pretty lady with an HR Geiger-armor-body, but her backstory is fascinating. Basically she is the lord of the end of all civilizations; with her layer made from a platonic “perfect” city that she ruined to turn into a reflection of the ruins of every civilization there ever was or will be; and she’s implied to come directly from the Shard of Evil at the heart of the Abyss rather than just being mutated Primordials/other creatures like the rest of the Demon Lords [Demonomicon]

Solkara- One of the few Primordials statted up that isn’t an Elder Elemental Evil with a new coat of paint, she’s suitably honked-up looking; given she’s a humanoid eel-monster with amongst other things three arms attached to two torsos connected at the shoulder and hips, which have two necks that connect to a singular four-eyestalked head. She’s stuck in an iceberg and really, really wants out. [The Plane Below]

This probably isn’t near all of them, so if I missed some, please tell me!

Man I ‘d love to see @bogleech do an article on some of these…

anonymous asked:

Hello!! Can I ask for a friend zoned MC feeling unrequited love to the RFA + V & Unknown which ends in a "I like you god damn it" confession?? And they like you back?? Thank youuuu (: I love your blog btw

Author’s note: sorry this is so rushed I have to post Saeran/V’s separate bc this is so long || So some of these aren’t as much confessions as they are cute, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM NONETHELESS ♥

Yoosung

  • “To the left, MC!!!! NO, YOUR OTHER LEFT!”
  • You smashed the buttons of your controller down, hoping something good would happen
  • I have no idea what I’m doing.
  • “Uhh, Yoosung?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • “I think I just died.”
  • “WHAT?”
  • You set your controller down and glanced over at your best friend
  • His eyes were glued to the screen, tongue sticking slightly out just like it always does when he’s focused on something
  • The light from the monitor flashed white and Yoosung jerked forward, causing your knees to collide
  • You felt your face heat up at the skin on skin connection
  • “A-Ah, Yoosung?”
  • “Not now, MC, I think I can win this!!”
  • Yoosung leaned over in front of you, trying to get a better angle of the screen
  • You got a whiff of Yoosung’s shampoo and your heart skipped a beat 
  • I don’t know how he smells this good after playing video games all day.
  • You involuntarily reached out and ran your fingers through his hair
  • “…So soft.”
  • For a second you though you felt Yoosung leaning into your touch
  • But that’s probably my imagination…
  • The screen flashed again and Yoosung turned around to look at you
  • He was still leaning over on your side, your faces now inches apart
  • “I won!”
  • Yoosung gave you a close eyed smile
  • That damn smile.
  • When you didn’t respond to him, Yoosung frowned
  • “What’s wrong, MC?”
  • “…”
  • Screw it.
  • You summoned every ounce of strength you had and closed the gap between his lips and yours
  • Before Yoosung could react, you pulled away
  • “U-Uhhh,” you looked at Yoosung’s bright red face, “Congrats on the win?”
  • Do it!! Tell him how you feel!
  • “Yoosung, I-“
  • “M-Me too.”

Zen

  • It was just another average friend date with Zen
  • You, him, a small bistro, hundreds of fans all begging to get a picture with him
  • Just a normal day
  • “Zen, over here!!!”
  • “Sorry about the flash, I just HAVE to make sure it’s a good picture.”
  • “Are you stupid??? ALL of Zen’s pictures are good!”
  • You turned to look at your friend, who was soaking up as much of the limelight as possible
  • This dork…
  • He stood up and tapped on his glass with a fork
  • “Ladies, ladies, you can all get a picture with your Zenny, just be patient!”
  • “Since when are you theirs?” you mumbled, crossing your arms
  • Zen glanced back at you
  • Crap, did he hear me?
  • You gave him a big smile and a thumbs up
  • That ought to throw him off his tracks.
  • Zen turned back to the sea of fans
  • “I’ll be outside in ten minutes, so if everyone could make a line outside, that would be perfect!”
  • In the blink of an eye the restaurant was empty again, a flood of screaming girls and guys retreating outside to wait for their prince
  • A sigh of relief escaped your lips as Zen sat down
  • “Are you mad at me?”
  • You looked down at your food and began messing with it
  • “Don’t play with your food, MC.”
  • “Okay, mom.”
  • He sighed, “If you aren’t going to answer my question I’ll just go outside right now.”
  • Zen put his hands on the table and started to push himself up
  • “W-Wait.”
  • You grabbed his arm and pulled him back down
  • “I’m not mad at you,” you sighed, “I’m just mad that we never get to spend time together like we used to.”
  • Zen put his hand on top of yours and leaned in toward you
  • “What do you mean? I see you all the time up at work!!”
  • You stared at his hand
  • He’s touching me.
  • He’s holding my hand.
  • ZEN is holDING MY FREAKING-
  • “MC???”
  • You awkwardly coughed and pulled your hand away
  • “Y-Yeah, uh no… what were we talking about?”
  • Zen leaned back in his chair
  • “Never mind… let’s just eat.”
  • He lifted up his glass of water to his lips
  • Those lips…
  • “I love you.”
  • “WHAT?”
  • “DAMNIT ZEN!”
  • You pushed away from the table and stood up
  • “You spit all over my shirt,” you gestured down to the wet material that clung to your chest, “my WHITE shirt!!’
  • “W-Well you said that you… you love me.”
  • “Ah… that.”
  • And all of sudden, the floor became veryyyyy interesting
  • I wish I had the power of invisibility…
  • “MC, look at me.”
  • While you were contemplating superpowers, Zen had taken the time to walk over and stand in front of you
  • “Nah, I think I’m good,” you continued looking down, “the floor happens to be my favorite shade of… brown.”
  • A soft and warm hand tilted your chin up, and your eyes met his scarlet ones
  • “I love you too.”
  • You slowly leaned in-
  • “ZENNY, WE’RE WAITING~”
  • Offff course.
  • Zen stepped back and glanced at the girl peeking through the front door
  • There was the click of a camera and a squeal, and she was gone again
  • Zen scratched the back of his head
  • “Sorry, I guess it’s-whoa whoa WHOA, what are you doing????
  • You flung your wet shirt over the back of the chair and shivered
  • “Man, this place is kinda cold,” you looked up and smirked, “then again, I am wearing just a bra.”
  • You heard a very inhumane noise come from the back of Zen’s throat
  • “The fans can wait.”
  • Zen grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest, his lips crashing against yours
  • The beast was NOT contained that night

Jaehee

  • On your way out of the RFA building you glanced at your watch
  • Damn… it’s already 11pm? I stayed waaaaayyyy too late.
  • When you walked past the break room you heard the familiar sound of the copy machine clunking turning on
  • “…damn Jumin and his damn reports-“
  • I wonder if that’s…
  • “-with his damn cat and the damn cat wine.”
  • Yup, that’s Jaehee.
  • You peeked in the room and watched as she stuffed a stack of papers into the copy tray
  • She wiped her hands on her skirt and sat in the chair next to the whirring machine
  • “You should go talk to her.”
  • “WhAT THE-“
  • Seven put a hand over your mouth and pulled you away from the door
  • Jaehee glanced up and sighed
  • “Anyone there?”
  • Seven removed his hand and you lowered your voice to a whisper
  • “What the hell do you want?”
  • He glanced at the breakroom and then back to you, giving you his famous ‘I have an idea that could go horribly wrong or perfectly right’ look
  • “Good luck,” was all he said before grabbing you and harshly shoving you in the breakroom
  • “WAIT-”
  • But it was too late
  • In a flash the redhead was gone, and you were alone with Jaehee
  • She looked up and smiled
  • “MC? I didn’t know you were here so late! It’s nice to have some company.”
  • You stared at her, unsure of what to say
  • S-So cute…
  • “U-Uhh, yeah…”
  • Jaehee stood up and stretched, letting out a tiny yawn
  • “How much longer does Jumin have you here?”
  • She picked up the warm copies from the tray and leaned up against the machine
  • “I just have to run this back to his office and I’m done! At least, until he inevitably calls me at midnight asking for more cat food…”
  • You walked with her to Jumin’s office, continuing to listen to her rant about his late night antics
  • When the two of you finally got there, she plopped the papers in a box outside the door
  • “H-Hey, Jaehee?”
  • She glanced over at you
  • “Hmm?”
  • “You wanna go grab some late night coffee? Since, you know, Jumin should be calling you in about,” you checked your watch, “30 minutes.”
  • “Sure!! That’s exactly the pick me up I need, a nice little friend date!”
  • Hold up.
  • “…Friend date?”
  • “Yeah, I was thinking-”
  • “I like you. A lot.”
  • Jaehee stopped and turned to you
  • “A-As a friend?”
  • You stepped closer, “More than a friend.”
  • Her eyes widened and a deep blush spread across her cheeks
  • “Oh…”
  • “Oh?”
  • You felt your heart break in two
  • She doesn’t feel the same… dammit, this is why you never fall in love with a straight girl.
  • Tiny hands wrapped around your own, causing you to look back up
  • Jaehee had a soft smile spread across her lips
  • “Me too… a-about the not friend thing.”
  • Her gripped tightened, “Not that I don’t consider you a friend! I’m just, well, what I’m trying to say, or rather, what want to say-”
  • “Would you two KISS ALREADY???”
  • Both of your heads snapped in the direction of the voice
  • “Seven, whyyyyy are you still here?”
  • “Still?”
  • “Yeah, he was here earlier when-”
  • “-When I set you guys up!”
  • As you and Seven began arguing, Jaehee looked between the two of you and sighed
  • She interlocked fingers with you and pulled you away
  • “Sorry, Luciel, but we have a date to get to.”
  • You stuck your tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes
  • “Whatever… have fun you two love birdddssss!!”
  • You looked over at Jaehee and smiled
  • Oh, we will.

Jumin

  • Dammit, he closed the blinds.
  • You rolled your chair closer and angled your head in an attempt to see into Jumin’s office again
  • “Peeping tom much?
  • “Shut it.”
  • Zen sighed and leaned up against your desk
  • “I still don’t understand what you see in him.”
  • You rolled your eyes and looked over at Zen
  • “You promised you’d be supportive-
  • “-And I am,” he held up his hands in surrender, “I just think you could do better.”
  • “What? Like date you?”
  • “Well, not that much better.”
  • Zen smirked and you playfully hit him in the stomach
  • Within the next second the two of you burst out laughing
  • “Wow,” you wiped a tear from your eye, “I don’t even know why that was so funny.”
  • “Me neith-”
  • “MC,” Jumin’s voice boomed, “Can I see you in my office?”
  • Zen raised his eyebrows and pushed himself off your desk
  • “Good luck,” he glanced back, “with him, you’ll need it.”
  • You rolled your eyes and stood up, cringing when your knees made a loud pop
  • Could my body, like, not embarrass me? No? Alllllllrighty.
  • You walked into the room and Jumin closed the door behind him
  • “So, what’s up?”
  • Jumin turned around and sighed
  • “I believe some… congratulations are in order.”
  • Huh?
  • “Did I get a raise?”
  • Jumin chuckled, taking one big step toward you
  • “No, I’m talking about you and Zen.”
  • …Huh?
  • “I’m a little lost… what do you mean-”
  • “Your relationship. Are you not romantically involved with each other?”
  • “Huh?”
  • Said that one out loud this time…
  • You mentally kicked yourself, “Zen and I are just friends.”
  • “Just friends?”
  • “Purely platonic.”
  • Jumin scratched his chin, completely lost in thought
  • You took a deep breath
  • Here goes everything nothing.
  • “…I actually have my eye on someone else.”
  • Jumin snapped back into reality
  • “Who? If that, well, if it isn’t too much to ask.”
  • Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrap-
  • “Is it really not Zen?”
  • Oh my god.
  • “You know,” you grabbed his tie, “you’re pretty clueless for a CEO.”
  • In one gentle tug, your lips connected with his
  • After a few seconds, Jumin pulled away
  • “So, it’s me then?”
  • You shook your head and grinned
  • “Of course, you-“
  • Jumin’s lips crashed on to yours again,his hands cupping your face
  • And let’s just say you were now very thankful for the closed blinds

Seven

  • “Wrench.”
  • “WRENCH!”
  • “Screwdriver.”
  • “SCREWDRIVER!!”
  • You grabbed the two tools from Seven’s hand
  • “You know, you don’t have to repeat everything I say.”
  • “Repeat everything I-OUCH! MC, why’d you kick meeee?”
  • Seven hugged his shin and hopped up and down
  • I’m surprised he has this much energy at 2 in the morning….
  • You looked back up at Seven, who had miraculously gotten over his bruised shin and was chugging a can of Dr. Pepper
  • …Who am I kidding, he never sleeps anyways.
  • It had been about an hour since Seven called you asking for help fixing his chair
  • You had gone to the furniture store IKEA anyone??? with him earlier that day and actually took the time to READ the damn manual
  • Anddddd, done!”
  • You clapped your hands together and smiled
  • “Wanna test it out?”
  • Seven gave you a mischievous grin
  • “Don’t mind if I do!”
  • Before you knew it, Seven grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, causing both of you to fall back into the chair
  • It creaked under the combined weight of you and Seven, but surprisingly remained stable
  • “Hey, you really did fix it!!”
  • Seven began spouting off nonsense about how crappy it was earlier, but you were too busy thinking about the fact that you were sitting
  • In his lap
  • INCHES away from his face
  • He’s so warm…
  • “-Plus, it kept making weird noises! I’m so glad you came over tonight.”
  • “Mmhmm.”
  • “Uh, earth to MC?? Agent 707 calling, can you read me??”
  • You shook you head, zoning back in
  • Seven sighed, relaxing back into the chair
  • “Thank God Seven you’re okay… I can’t have my best friend dying on me… literally,” Seven chuckled at his own joke
  • I love that little laugh.
  • “Dammit…”
  • Seven looked back at you
  • “What’s on your mind, MC?”
  • “You.”
  • DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
  • “W-What?”
  • Here we go.
  • “Seven, I like you.”
  • “You mean,” Seven furrowed his brows, “You like me, or you like-like me?”
  • You rolled your eyes, how old is he again??
  • “You’re so ridiculous.”
  • Seven looked at you patiently
  • “I like-like you.”
  • You felt lips lightly press on the back of your neck
  • “Well that’s not fair,” Seven tightened his grip on your waist, “because I love-love you.”
Let Me Show You Why

Thank you @joeynihil for letting me use the Cody gif :D

Summery: Brett goes out of his way to make you blush or shy but he goes too far.

Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut


“Brett’s coming?” You asked when your friend finished listing off the people she’d invited.

“It’s a party to celebrate the team winning all their games so far… why wouldn’t I invite Brett?” She asked, glancing at you in the mirror as she put her makeup on, frowning when she looked over the jeans and t-shirt you were wearing.

“Well… because he’s kind of a jerk.” You mumbled, playing with your fingers as you scuffed your feet on the foot of her bed.

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Many years before that, one of the boys came down with the pox. Maester Luwin said if he made it through the night, he’d live. But it would be a very long night. So I sat with him all through the darkness. Listened to his ragged little breaths. His coughing, his whimpering.

Which boy?

Jon Snow. When my husband brought that baby home from the war, I couldn’t bear to look at him. I didn’t want to see those brown strangers eyes staring up at me. So I prayed to the Gods, take him away. Make him die. He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I’d condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death all because I was jealous of his mother. A woman he didn’t even know. So I prayed to all seven Gods, let the boy live. Let him live and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name, to call him Stark and be done with it, to make him one of us. And he lived. And I couldn’t keep my promise. And everything that’s happened since then, all this horror that’s come to my family, it’s all because I couldn’t love a motherless child.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could u write a fic where Lance is asthmatic and catches a cold that's been passed through the team? They got over it quickly, but it hits Lance really hard. Everyone thinks he's exaggerating for sympathy so they ignore him. Lance tries to take care of himself but it turns into a bad chest infection. When he shows up to a meeting all feverish and wheezy and coughing nonstop, the team finally realize something's wrong

(wOW I love this prompt?? Like this was lower down on my to do list but I brought it up because of s3 and the hype and also I couldn’t wait to write it..this is so good thanks anon!! sorry if this is medically inaccurate!!)

Lance’s space adventures taught him many things, but one of the many things he had definitely learnt was that he didn’t know a lot of things. The universe was far more vast, diverse and complicated than he could ever had fathomed, and at times Lance questioned everything he once knew.

One thing he still knew for sure, is that he was extremely adaptable.

If Lance was part of the X Men (which in his opinion, was just as cool as flying a robotic lion), he was definitely Darwin. He adjusted pretty well to the Garrison, despite being many miles away from the family he loved very deeply. Things were constantly tossed and yanked away from him, and he bounced back pretty quick.

It wasn’t easy, definitely, but Lance worked hard and put a 100% in everything he did. Of course he still felt he wasn’t good enough, and that he could work into being more, but he could be slightly assured that what he had done was all he could have in that moment in time. It was one of the only things he prided himself in and held dear to his identity.

Lance constantly had a flaming passion, this fiery desire burning in his heart to be a hero and to do good for others. He wanted to look out for the little guy, inspired by his young nephews and nieces to be the guy that people wanted to look up to. Hope that people would turn to in the darkest of times. He had promised his family he would always be protecting them from harm, and he vowed to himself to do all in his power to do so.

But of course, he had to work through trials and tribulations. Life was not easy, and not everything he wanted could necessarily be what he got, but he’d try.

One of the obstacles he faced in his journey was asthma.

He’d had it for as long as he could remember, and it was a irritating when it interrupted his daily life, but since he’d always had it it was pretty normal for him. Sure, it weakened his immune system, made illnesses hit him a little harder than the average, make him carry around inhalers everywhere and be a little more careful and cautious than everyone else, but Lance would not let it get in the way of his dreams and not let it hold him back from doing what he wanted.

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WHAT A HORRIBLE NIGHT TO HAVE A CURSE

Print & vinyl stickers (stickers are transparent!) for Fan Expo Toronto at table A37! This is the first in a long time, where I’ve become so heavily invested in a series SO darn fast!! you can see a PROGRESS of this drawing HERE

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CONFESSION:  

I honestly hated how text choices were worded in Inquisition. They give you a “summarized” version that doesn’t sound so bad, and when you click it your Inquisitor says something COMPLETELY different that sounds so harsh and horrible. It got so bad I got anxiety whenever a text option popped up, and I had to look up all the responses to each choice just so that I knew FOR SURE what would happen            

No luck

We were in the Underdark in the snerfneblin city and our party was preparing for a possible fight with the wererats, so we wanted to get our weapons silvered. My tiefling bard used to have a good bit of change before she got roaring drunk and a fellow party member stole from her. So she had only 50 or so gold when the party decided to visit the town’s smith. My bard is pretty skilled in persuasion, so I wanted to see if I could get my rapier silvered for free (with some seduction thrown in for extra flavor, of course. My bard figured the snerfneblin smith was lonely).

Me: *bats eyes* Can I get my rapier silvered for…free, kind sir?
DM: Roll for persuasion.
Me: *rolls a 19*
DM: Fail. “Sorry, I have to charge.”
Me, OOC: Damn it… Alright, I’m going to seduce him!
DM: Alright. Roll for persuasion again and what do you tell him?
Me: *rolls a 20* So, are you married?
DM: Yes.
Me: …happily married?
DM: Yes!
Me: Does she think so?
DM: Yes, we’re both very happy.
(I figure my persuasion/seduction attempt has failed horribly, but my bard isn’t a quitter, so I continue to try to seduce the snerfneblin, but to no avail. Alas, I don’t give up!)
Other player, in character: You’re going to have to be a bit more forward than that.
Me: Fine, fine… *Looks the smith dead-on* “I will…snerf…your…neblin, if you know what I mean.
DM: No, just…no.

The party thought it was funny, anyway, even if I didn’t get a silver sword in the end.

Sister-In-Law

Based on this:

Person A: [gets on one knee] (Person C), will you do me the honor of being my sister-in-law?

Person B: Did you just propose to (Person C)… for me?

———-

You, Steve, and Bucky are all sitting on the couch in Avengers Tower watching Moana. Bucky hadn’t seen it, and you had refused to let him leave the common room until he watched it, and Steve had joined you two soon after. Thor was out with Loki, who had been controlled by the Chitauri during the invasion of New York. Loki had apologized and decided to become a part of the Avengers in order to make up for the destruction that he caused. He had also accepted Thor as his brother again, accepting the fact that even though they were not blood related, they were still family.

“Y/N!!” Loki practically sang your name as he skipped into the room.

You heard the elevator ding as it opened and Thor walked into the living room. He walked behind the couch and leaned down, gently kissing your forehead.

“Hello, My Darling”

You grin and reach up, running your fingers through Thor’s hair, playing with the long blond locks. You loved Thor’s hair, how soft it was. Thor was always trying to push it out of his face, so you learned how to braid.

“How was your day?”

Thor gave you a blinding smile, “It was most pleasant! I enjoy Midgardian culture”

Loki was still dancing around the room, making Steve chuckle and Bucky give a small amused smile. He reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling at you until you finally stood up. “Now, you are not allowed to unleash your anger on me for doing this!”

You cock your head to the side, “What do you mean? I don’t want to be pulled into another one of your tricks”

“Give me a moment and you’ll find out”

Loki grinned and dropped down on one knee, taking your left hand in his.

You flinch back slightly when you see Thor stiffen out of the corner of your eye, “Loki, you know that Thor and I …” He just holds up his hand and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a beautiful ring.

“Lady Y/N of Midgard, will you do me the honor of becoming my sister-in-law?”

Everyone in the room froze at his word, and there was a choking sound from the vents letting you know that Clint was there too. Thor was looking at Loki with shock and confusion, “Did you just ask for Y/N’s hand in marriage … for me?”

Loki grinned triumphantly, “Indeed! I even acquired the ring Thor intended to use”

Loki holds up the ring even higher, and Thor stiffens again. “How did you find that? I have kept it well hidden in my room”

Loki wiggles his fingers, letting green mist swirl around his fingers, “Magic, dear brother. Did you really think you could keep anything from a trickster? Honestly you are a horrible liar”

Thor signed and looked at you, “I had planned to propose next week; however, it appears that my plans were unsatisfactory to Loki” Thor glares down at Loki, who doesn’t look the slightest bit apologetic.

You burst into laughter, doubling over, tears streaming down your face. Once you gain control of your laughter you look up at Thor, “Well, do you want my answer now? Or do you want to wait until next week?”

Thor gives you a soft smile, “I do believe that this situation is more memorable than anything I had planned. I am eager to hear your answer, however if you wish to wait …”

You smile, looking up at your boyfriend, but holding your hand out to Loki, “Then yes, I would love to be your sister-in-law, Loki”

Steve and Clint start cheering when Loki slides the ring onto your finger. Thor leans down and kisses you softly, pulling back to look at the ring perched on your finger, lifting it up and placing a kiss on your hand.

“I love you” he whispers

You smile, “I love you too, My Prince.” You glance oven to where Steve and Clint and clapping Loki on the back, congratulating him on his plan. Bucky is calmly siting on the couch still, amusing himself with the show that everyone is putting on. “And for some reason I love our crazy ass family”

I’m hungover enough to out and say it without really giving a fuck: Eleanor’s not even pretty, she’s just a skinny girl with long hair.

Add to that she’s willingly involved herself in this shitshow for a second time, all of the horrible things she’s said about Harry during the first go round and about Louis after their ‘break up’ and the fact that Louis always looks fucking miserable and dead in the eyes around her, she can go CHOKE.

I’m actively vengeful enough to say that I hope all of her “social media influencer” agreements get cancelled, her pointless blog gets deleted and in order to support herself, she has to spend the rest of her life working as a change room attendant for the Primark on Oxford Street, having to be polite to hoardes of customers and hanging up other people’s discarded fast-fashion and 5 or 6 times a day having to deal with teenagers asking her if she’s that bitch who deliberately tried to use Louis Tomlinson’s closet to make money.

Fuck off plain Jane, no one wants you here.

Good Princess

A/N: Oops I wrote a thing. Go easy on me, I’ve never written Lucifer but the second I got this ask I got flooded with ideas.

Pairing: Casifer x Reader

Warnings: Fingering, language, daddy!kink, smut, voyeurism if you count Cas seeing what’s happening from the inside, a um, a rough blowjob, hair pulling, light choking

Word Count: 1.3k

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Everybody out!” you shouted as you marched into your father’s, throne room, lair, dungeon – whatever he was calling it these days. The demons surrounding Lucifer jumping and scattering. You loved that affect you had on them.

“Y/N, how very nice to finally meet you.” Lucifer said as you walked up to him as he lounged in your father’s throne.

He was wearing Castiel. Which in all honestly, fit him like a glove. You looked to the side to see your father, Crowley on all fours, trapped in a hell hound’s cage, bound like a dog.

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anonymous asked:

Hey. I am sorry to bother you, because this is a bit stupid, but may I ask for your advice? The thing is that I had horrible art block and now i have no idea what to do, because when i try to draw my drawings look very bad and when I see them I just want to give up and it gives me a bit of anxiety. Though I continue to draw I don't really seem to improve. Is there anything I can do to end this? (I am self tough in drawing, so maybe going to art school will help?). Thank you anyway.

Art school can, so can different tutorials on the internet! There’s so much helpful stuff you can learn over them! For example, if you’re bad at drawing hands, you can find a tutorial that shows how to draw them in an easier way and a simplified form!

And it’s not stupid at all. We all know how horrible art blocks can be. Usually, when I’m art blocked, I WANT to draw, but I can’t, I get all frustrated because I want to draw things fast and great, but it doesn’t happen like this. SO, I guess my first advice is to not rush it when you try drawing while you’re artblocked. Take it slow, you don’t draw for stats. You don’t have to always feel that urge to draw.

Ideas wise, sometimes it’s good to start with random shapes or even faces, sometimes the idea comes in a process and you’re like BOOM omygod I can draw again.

As for not getting better… I think you do. Everyone does, some people faster, some slower, but none the less. You might not see it yet because you still see many mistakes, which is good! Doesn’t feel like it, but it’s good because your eye can see more mistakes than your current skill can fix, for now. I think it’s worse when you draw and don’t see these mistakes. Seeing them means you crave to fix them, to get better, to keep on. While not seeing you just. draw. thinking hey, it’s great! I don’t have to do anything else.

This craving to get better and frustration with your current level of skill is completely normal and can take you WAYS. I can say from experience, I remember how frustrated I have always been, because I couldn’t do that, and this, and I just wanted to be as great as those artists I admired and I wanted to reach them. I think my obsession took me a long way.

So take your frustration and let it drive you forward! It’s okay if you’re over artblock now, it’s not going to take forever. You’ll overcome it as you overcame many of other artblocks that seemed so horrible at that time. It’s a cycle, having an artblock usually means your mind is filtering new information, lets your body adapt to something new you’ve learn. Once it’s over, you’ll get even better! 

Don’t stop, but don’t beat yourself up if you have to take a pause. It’s normal to take your time to re-charge! 

Dating Reggie Mantle would include ...

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Identity theft. You have a thing for wearing Reggie’s clothes and he had a thing in seeing you in them. You are pretty sure it was basically identity theft at some point. Something inside him just swells up in pride when he sees you drowning in his clothes because it was some sort of mark or evidence that you were his and he was yours. Veronica may have joked once or twice that you really need to go shopping or else people will already start to mistake you for your boyfriend but you knew deep down that even if you had a closet full of designer clothes you would still chose to wear his beat down grey fluffy sweater every goddamn time.

               -Sweaters. Two words: (1) Sweater (2) paws. Reggie is weak when it comes to you wearing his sweaters that are three times bigger than you. You just look adorable in his big fluffy sweaters that you could wear it every day of the week and hear no complaints from him at all.

               -Wearing his iconic letterman jacket. Let’s be honest here dating a jock would not be complete without you wearing his letterman jacket but when it comes to Reggie it’s more of a protection, to be honest. He usually lends you his jacket that he loves oh so much when you are watching his game from a place where he can’t always keep an eye on you and other boys that might be getting any ideas. The jacket is sort of a big red flag to them to let them know that yes, you are dating the team captain and yes he will beat the shit out of them if they even breath in your direction. Or also when you wear something that was too revealing in his eyes. He would never really tell you directly because he knew how much you hate it when he tries to control you and what you wear so he decides to be sneaky and just let you borrow his jacket even though he feels naked without it because he knows you can never say no to wearing his jacket that was just swimming in his scent.

               -Stealing his snapbacks. If not his jacket, you would always steal his snapback every time you come over because  that boy had a lot of them and it would always give you an excuse to come over and ‘give it back’.

PDA. You weren’t big on PDA but Reggie would find just about any excuse to kiss you or hold you in any possible way. Ever since you had been dating you sat on his lap more times than on a chair that you actually start to feel uncomfortable if you are just sitting next to him, too accustomed in sitting on his lap, with his arms around your waist while feeling the occasional kisses on your neck. You could just be talking or reading a book and Reggie would already be poking his head near your field of vision to ask for a kiss that he always manage to deepen no matter where you are. (Let’s just say the varsity team’s locker room was not the best place for a make out session god bless Archie’s poor soul).

               -Forehead kisses. Like most people you were smaller than Reggie’s six footer frame and he just loves it (and teasing you about it). It was always the perfect position for him to lean down and give your forehead a peck every now and then that never fails to make you blush.

               -Hugs. Reggie is a teddy bear, he will never admit it but he is. When you’re tired of the world or just don’t want to interact with other people (since Reggie always manage to bring a crowd around him being Mr. Popular and all) you would just turn your back on the world and just hug him. He would jokingly wrap his jacket around you and zip it up, successfully hiding your upper body from anyone’s view which makes you whine in protest but he knows you secretly loved it because you just feel so safe in his arms. Any jokes thrown Reggie’s way were ignored at sight.

Protection 24/7. Reggie is anxious when it comes to you because he knows how your mind works and how easily you get distracted so when you’re apart or far from each other he always had to make sure that you are in his field of vision or with someone he trusts to eradicate any and every harm that may come in your way.

Supporting him in his games. You don’t miss any of Reggie’s games because you know how much it means to him to have you there. You had the same spot in front that Reggie always manages to reserve because that was where he could easily see you and give him the adrenaline  to actually get through with the games. And from there he can also hear your cheers and screams every time he does something amazing or even just him doing anything at all. (“HOLY SHIT THAT’S MY BABY!” “Shut the fuck up, (Y/N).” “LOOK KEV DID YOU SEE THAT?! THAT’S THE MVP RIGHT THERE! “ ”… he literally just ran past you.”)

Jealousy. You were both the jealous type, you were just better at hiding it through glares and sitting at his lap and pouting at him until he kisses you in front of the said threat (you weren’t fooling anybody though). Reggie however would simply just stand behind you or grab you by the waist and glare at the threat or even kiss you in the middle of a conversation just to prove his point and teach the other person to learn his damn place because Reggie did not spend the whole sophomore year chasing after you just to have some loser try to steal you goddamnit (it was just a freshman asking for directions).

Mind-blowing Sex.

               -Making out everywhere. And you meant that literally. (“I don’t wanna sit anywhere where you and Mantle had some action, (Y/N).” “Feel free to go out, V.”)

               -Rough Sex. You and Reggie are big on making love but would you be lying if you say you don’t LIVE FOR THE ROUGH SEX. It usually happens when something pissed Reggie off or when one of you gets jealous (which is most of the time) but Reggie would always have you just where he want you to be every time: gripping the sheets and screaming his name.

               -Marks everywhere. You name it: hickeys, scratches, or bruises and you both have it. Reggie have no shame whatsoever in removing his shirt just to expose the long deep marks all over his back or purposely wearing v-necks for people to see the cute little hickeys you have showered all over his neck. You however would do everything in your power to hide the HUGE hickey on one side of your neck (and more all over your body especially around your chest) where Reggie discovered was your soft spot and trying not to wince from the bruise that formed on each side of your hips, forming into a familiar pair of hands, every time someone accidentally touches or brushes over it. Reggie would just be a smirking mess all day. (“Damn Reg, did you get mauled or something?” “Uh-huh, my baby’s amazing, wanna see?” “REGGIE!” )

               -Overstimulation. Your boyfriend was an athlete which means his stamina was out of this world and there would be nothing wrong with it if he just didn’t expect you, YOU OF ALL PEOPLE, to have the same inhuman abilities as him. He could go for hours, making sure to make you cum at least twice every time you two have sex (even if you were in a hurry because you’re in the JANITOR’S CLOSET JESUS FUCK REGGIE). You would be begging him to stop but he knows you and your limitations so he can always estimate if you can or cannot give him another orgasm. It has become a game for Reggie, to see how much he can push you to the edge over and over again until you pass out from exhaustion.

               -Eating out. Reggie is obsessed in eating you out. You don’t know why but he would find any excuse to get in your pants and just eat you out and goddamn was he good at his job. Anytime, any day he would just give you that look and drag you in the nearest empty room as soon as possible (classroom, janitor’s closet, the kitchen, the living room while you were watching tv, anywhere) and just do his work with his mouth in your core, always putting two fingers in your mouth to keep you from screaming because God knows he gets in the mood in the most inappropriate places possible.

               -Aftercare. As much as Reggie loved fucking you he loved aftercare more. Before you, he never really cared much about aftercare but you are just so fucking pliant and soft after you have sex that he can’t help but want to take care of you and make sure you are in maximum comfort for you to have a good night’s rest, you probably earned it at that point.

Cuddling. As aforementioned, Reggie was a teddy bear. That’s why it was no question when you would just find yourself wrapped around each other as you lay in bed. You could either be on top of him, head comfortable on his chest and his arms on your waist or he could be burying his face deep in your chest (“you’re boobs are comfortable, babe”) as he snored away his problems and slept peacefully knowing he, too, was always safe in your arms.

Staring. Reggie doesn’t notice it but he was always staring at you. Archie could be talking to him about the new play for the game only to look up and realize Reggie probably hasn’t heard a damn thing because he was too busy staring at you from the bleachers, laughing with Veronica and wearing his jacket. (“Goodamnit Reggie, WAKE UP!! You’re girlfriend won’t run away if you stop looking at her.” “…” “You’re not even—y’know what. I give up.”). You however would just glance at him from time to time (*all the time bcos let’s be honest here you’re boyfriend is a snack) to check up on him before minding your own business for the next eight seconds.

Being afraid of your relationship.

               -For you, Reggie was a risk that much was true. You were the first girl he genuinely liked (loved) so all you heard about him were horrible rumours and stereotypes about how much of an asshole he can be. That was the reason why it took you so long to even consider to give him a chance and even when you were already in a relationship you were always just waiting for the day that he would suddenly get tired of you and replace you with some drop dead gorgeous, perfectly manicured, not a hair out of place River Vixen that could relate to him more than you could ever dream of.

               -For him, you were it. You were the one; he has found the one person who has accepted him for everything that he is. He found the one who he can never see a future without and that scares the shit out of him. He can’t believe he found something as perfect, fragile, and beautiful as you so early in his life when he is still a teenage hormonal mess. He was a teenager who found the love of his life in a hell called high school and he was going to need to fuck up a lot of times to become better. He, however, doesn’t want to fuck up when it comes to you but now he has no other choice because you were already there. He is so afraid of doing something so fucking stupid that he might actually lose you because losing you would just kill him. And the fact that someone already has a hold on him like that makes Reggie want to cower back into his shell.

Deciding to dive head first anyway.

               -Reggie proved you wrong every time, again and again that’s why you decided to stop being a wimp and just trust in him, after all he had done nothing to gain your disbelief. It was a leap of faith but if you do crash on the ground, bleeding and broken it would’ve been worth it anyway because if you had to choose someone to break your heart, it would be Reggie. (Reggie would never let that happen, anyway. Not on his watch)

               -You proved Reggie right every time again and again and that’s why Reggie decided to become a better man for himself so that he will be someone worthy of you. It would be a tough road to take and he will meet a lot of obstacles but you were someone who has made Reggie’s walls crash and crumble, the only one who has seen the real him and did not run away. You saw him for who he is: his mistakes, his imperfections, and his weaknesses and you still stayed (God only knows why). And if you could love a mess like that, then how bad can he be?

You didn’t realize it but the whole world did, you were endgame. Reggie was reckless, rough, and bold and you were careful, fragile, and calculated and that’s why you were just so fucking perfect for each other. You hold Reggie down to Earth while Reggie shows you the beauty in flying up in the sky. You take care of him and fix him up every time he goes crashing down and he makes sure that no harm would ever touch a single strand of your hair. He makes you feel protected but at the same time makes you feel strong and for Reggie who always had to have his guard and facade up you just show him the beauty in being soft and loved and open, slowly breaking down his mask to show him that you can love and accept the real him. You were each other’s happy ending and that’s why no one, not even the gods themselves, had the heart to break you two apart.


Guess who got fucking bored? Anyway i’m sorry if it is quite long for a headcannon I always forget to control myself lmao I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT AND LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD WRITE A SMALL IMAGINE FOCUSING ON ANY OF THESE HEADCANNONS 

Slime Boyfriend

Since I got some asks for a slime or goo monster and I promised to do some SFW works, I give you this! I had so much fun with these characters and I will come back to them again for sure. Maybe the next time you see them will be an NSFW story.


You’ve been working with a new partner at the precinct, which usually wouldn’t be an issue at all, but they were a by-the-book, no-nonsense caricature. Going out on patrol and duty was an exasperating experience. You used to love your job, you had a great partner before, but this new guy came through the door and your chief excitedly passed you off onto him.

   Officer Sebastian, as he insisted you call him, was tall, always looking down at you as if you were beneath him. Sure, you were shorter than most of the others in the precinct, but none of them looked down on you. He seemed miffed to be partnered with a human anyway. You were quite sure what he looked like because he always had to wear a form containment suit in order to keep his shape and work normally. All you should see of him was his one giant eye behind the glass dome for his head.

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anonymous asked:

Wow how do you pick color schemes for your art? They're so amazing

It’s a lot of trial and error and practice but I’ll give some tips!

remember, these are guidelines. I’ve broken all of these on purpose at some point or another. it’s important to just have a good reason and to be aware of it!

  • look up color theory, there’s lots of tutorials and explanations

edit!! I’ll also tack on what @thorsens recommended! 

I would suggest for people to check out Josef Albers “Interaction of Color”. It gives a good understanding of how colors work in relation to each other which is very helpful in general. - Thor

  • I go for two contrasting *enough* colors (they don’t have to be exact opposites, but I try to give at least one color of change difference, so like red and yellow can work, but not red and orange or red and purple.)

pink and blue aren’t nessiciarly complete opposites, but there’s not a lot of purple in the piece. There’s enough contrast between the greenish-blue and the bright pink and magenta.

colors close to each other still work, but observe how it changes the mood of the piece!

the peach and yellow and purple work together, but create a softer, calmer tone. This is partially because the colors aren’t as bright, but also because they’re near in both value and color. It make the piece feel cohesive, which was important in this piece as I was highlighting how they interacted and found meaning to the place they were in!

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