this picture is long overdue


Monster AU: Zombie Apocalypse

“Sometimes I wonder…what’s the point? We saw what happens to the dead, Lassie. It happened to Buzz, to Woody… and now I haven’t heard from my dad in over a week. There are no movies here anymore, or date nights, or eating jerk chicken at the Psych office after catching bad guys… So how do you do it? How can you keep from losing yourself in this much crazy stuff?”

“Everyone needs something they can hold onto, Shawn. O’Hara has family photos, for Guster it’s his calendars and books… I’m just choosing to hold onto the few people I have left.”

why you should check out setsuna graffiti (and help get the rest of the manga translated please)

I’ve been waiting for so long, but nobody’s picking up to translate it and I miss this manga so much so I’m here to signal boost it because it needs the love.

  • This manga was made by the same artist who did No.6!! So the art is so beautiful i actually cried reading the first few chapters (that were translated. /sob/)
  •  The main character, Kou, is a dorky high school boy who has a fear of fire because of a traumatic event that happened to him when he was little like god damn my poor son. Loves fireworks though, that’s what this manga is about.
  • There’s a white haired anime boy who’s super mysterious and teases the main and listens to music. His name is ginga. the main character is super interested in him (but he says it’s fireworks). where he works they make firework shows. (he’s like a master that’s how he stole kou’s heart.)
  • Listen Ginga hasn’t forgotten about Kou since they meet when they were kids and he was mad Kou didn’t remember him (adorably mad).
  • characters dealing with trauma and reacting in realistic ways amazing. 
  • there is not one boring character. think someone is gonna be unimportant??? think again!!! 
  • the dynamic between kou and ginga is very amazing and you’re probably gonna ship them like it or not.
  • fireworks! what’s not to love???

also if you don’t believe me look at this; 

(also i don’t know why the title is setsuna graffiti don’t ask) please help get this translated its great and it would mean a lot.


this scene was left untranslated and i was highly upset. still am.

The Contest-Part 21

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

A/N: The song the reader sings during karaoke is A Thousand Years by Christina Perri.  It’s one of my Favorites.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

“Great, there goes my chance to break it to Nikki gently that Mindy’s here!” I said to Jared.  

“This can’t be good,”  Jensen said quietly.  “I’m gonna go get Misha.”

Jared and I found Nikki standing by the bar, her hands on her hips, glaring at her sister.  “I asked you what you’re doing here, Mindy.  I know there is NO way Y/N invited you!”

“Would you lower your voice, please?” Mindy demanded.  “I’m representing the family.  And I’ve told you before, I go by Melinda now.”

Nikki snorted derisively.  “Whatever, MINDY.  Why are you REALLY here? You’ve never given a shit about me my entire life!  You couldn’t be bothered to come meet Misha when he visited Philly, and you expect me to believe you flew to Vancouver out of the kindness of your heart? Bullshit!”

Mindy rolled her eyes at her younger sister.  “Still holding on to that crap from when we were younger, huh Nik?  Are you ever gonna let that stuff go?  We were dumb kids.  It’s ancient history.  Let it go…. Move on already.”  She tossed back the rest of her drink and signaled the bartender for another.

Nikki got right in Mindy’s face.  “You’re not fooling me for a second with this “the past is the past” crap.  Your just looking to meet someone famous.  Your still as mean and as petty and as shallow as you were in high school.”

“You’d better grab Nikki before she loses it and decks Mindy! Where the hell is Jensen with Misha?” Jared said worriedly.

I patted his arm.  “Don’t worry Babe, I’m on it!  Mindy doesn’t scare me anymore.  Can you go find Emily and bring her here, please?”

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I’ve heard sorting characters in a series into Harry Potter houses can bring discord, chaos, opinions, conflict, controversy, divide


As a disclaimer, the accuracy of this is probably not as accurate as it could be; I’ve only watched the first and last two Harry Potters, so I really don’t quite understand it and my sortings and assumptions and inferences are solely based on what I’ve read online about it (and doing Pottermore myself) (apparently I’m Hufflepuff)

AS YOU CAN SEE in the picture above, I have:

  • Gryfindor: Azusa
  • Hufflepuff: Yui and Mugi
  • Ravenclaw: Mio
  • Slytherin: Ritsu

I’m sure already someone somewhere is like “WHAT NO SHE BELONGS IN THIS” and “WHAT IS KIM ON THIS IS SO OFF”

These are the basic understandings of the houses that I have, so keep that in mind as we proceed:

  • Gryfindor values bravery
  • Ravenclaw values knowledge
  • Hufflepuff values harmony and hard work
  • Slytherin are dicks (ambition/achievement through cunning actions)

So let’s take this apart as per my brain enjoy friends:

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Goodbye, Regular Show!

This show is one that I’ve been watching since, well, basically the very beginning! Interestingly, though, I don’t think I’ve ever dedicated fanart to it, so here’s my long overdue picture of Mordecai and Rigby (who are incredibly fun to draw I should add; I should do it more) !

The show’s been with me for a long, long time now, and I’m really sad to see it go. However, I am happy that it got the chance to give itself a proper, climactic finale. While the ending may have been bittersweet, I definitely think it was a good note to go out on.

I’m going to miss these guys. I’ll never forget you, Regular Show!


Mod: I was long overdue to make a Rarity and Spike picture so why not throw in even more love and draw my favorite video game pairing as well? Spike is dressed as Dante from Devil May Cry 4, and Rarity is dressed as Bayonetta from Bayonetta 2. ^^

Question: @photonthehedgehog360

Two Can Play at This Game ~A Joshifer Drabble~


The small, meek voice sounds from behind my cracked bedroom door. I’ve currently got the TV on with a basketball game blaring, so it’s a miracle I even heard my son in the first place.

“Come on in, buddy!” I reply back, my eyes not straying away from the television for the time being.

I hear the door creek open before the little guy stumbles in, but it’s the flash of red that fully seizes my attention.

Why the hell is my son in a Louisville T-Shirt.

I stare at him for a moment, looking him up and down before wrinkling my nose up in mock disgust.

“Luke, what has your mother done to you?”

He simply shrugs, padding up closer to the bed that I’m situated on.

“Mommy put it on me and said to go to you. So I did,” he replies in his high pitched, toddler voice.

I roll my eyes, unable to keep the crooked smile off my face now. I expected that Jen would drag our son into “war” early on in his life, as this is only his third taste of March Madness season. But having him side with UL? Hell no.

“I see. She wants a fight, huh?”

Luke blinks at me, a confused face playing his features, and I let out another laugh, patting the bed to urge him closer.

“C'mere little man. I’ve got something for you too,” I say with a grin, before rolling off the bed and strolling towards the closet.

My hands rummage around for a moment, before I quickly complete my search, pulling out a shirt similar to the one my son has on.

Except, it’s not red and Louisville themed; it’s one hundred percent Wildcat.

Unable to stop smiling, I walk back to Luke and hold up the shirt.

“This is better for you, buddy”

And to my relief, he smiles a toothy toddler grin, his little body wiggling in excitement.

“I like blue better!” he shrieks, and I let out a laugh in return, slipping the shirt over his head to cover the red.

“That’s what I like to hear,” I chuckle, before hoisting him up into my arms and carrying him over to the bed, plopping us both down on the mattress.

I lay back, allowing Luke to crawl into my lap as we settle down to watch the game, knowing it’ll only be a matter of time before Jen discovers us. I know we won’t be safe from her wrath much longer.

And sure enough, the voice that I love so much sounds from the hallway.

“Luke? Where’d you go, baby?”

Luke himself nestles deeper into arms, hiding his face away from view.

“Uh oh,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against my shirt, and I grin sheepishly. Uh oh is right.

I hear the soft footsteps of my wife outside our bedroom, before she pokes her head in, her gaze locking immediately on what I know spells trouble for me.

“Joshua Ryan,” she warns, her sapphire eyes narrowing as she steps fully into view, “What’s this supposed to be?”

She gestures to our son before crossing her arms, and a chuckle escapes my lips.

“A little counter attack. What’s it look like?” I tease back, smiling wider as she cocks an eyebrow at my response.

I watch her chew her lip, and I know she’s trying to bite back the use of any expletives around our son.

“Unacceptable. That’s what it looks like.”

“Well Jen, it’s not my fault he likes blue.”

Her face contorts to one of disbelief, but she is stunned into silence when Luke nods meekly in my arms, confirming my words.

“We could always try for another so you can have your wish, Jen,” I chuckle with a wink in her direction.

“Josh!” she gasps, but as usual, she is unable to keep serious and falls victim to my apparent contagious laughter.

Our laughter fills the room, and I pat the bed, inviting her to join Luke and I.

She lays beside me, resting her head on my shoulder with a disgusted snort.

“Ugh. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stand being beside you both.”

Luke is completely oblivious to the entire exchange, still snuggled up beneath one of my arms, but I let out another chuckle at Jen’s words.

“Well unfortunately for you, you’re kind of stuck with us.”

“Guess I’ll have to live with it for now,” she replies with a dramatic, exasperated sigh, and I press a gentle kiss to her hair.

I know that this is just the calm before the storm; Jen is probably scheming up some master plan as we lay here together as a family. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up the next morning to find Luke’s bedroom decked out in UL merchandise. It’s a definite possibility, and I know I’ll have to have a quick comeback ready.

We heard a rumor the other day that made us laugh. Someone said that Margaret Herrick was just a secretary who happened to stumble into a cushy job at the Academy in 1943. Nothing could be further from the truth. As so often happens with women who have established successful careers, Mrs. Herrick is rarely given full credit for how she built her career or for her many accomplishments.

Margaret Herrick remains among the lesser-known of cinema’s earliest champions, despite her recognizing the need for a film study collection in Los Angeles and single-handedly laying the foundation for the Academy’s research library, one of the world’s most important collections documenting the history, art, sciences and industry of motion pictures. Although thousands of scholars, writers, students and film buffs have conducted research at the library named in her honor, Mrs. Herrick’s name is virtually unknown outside of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. Contemporaries such as Iris Barry of the Museum of Modern Art and Henri Langlois of the Cinémathèque Française have deservedly earned recognition for their contributions to the study and preservation of film. Mrs. Herrick belongs in their company.

The Academy was founded in 1927 and almost from its inception it included some form of a library.

During those early years when the Academy occupied offices in the Roosevelt Hotel, seen above, the library functioned more as a reception area where members could read periodicals and other publications. One of the earliest known photographs shows a beautifully appointed room, without a book in sight.

That all changed in the early 1930s when Academy employee Donald Gledhill brought his wife Margaret, the head librarian of the Yakima Public Library, to Los Angeles, where she began to work at the Academy in an unofficial capacity. Gledhill became the Academy’s executive secretary in 1934, and his wife’s status there was formalized in 1936, when she became its librarian on a “dollar-a-year basis.” She set to work establishing a more formal library, seeking out and buying books and creating the library’s clipping files, which are still maintained today.

By 1943, Margaret had earned the trust and confidence of the Academy’s Board of Governors, who promoted her to replace her husband, who was leaving to join the army as a captain in the Signal Corps. Daily Variety’s headline on January 20, 1943 read: “Academy Gets Femme Boss as Gledhill Joins Army.”

The couple divorced in 1944 and Margaret was retained by the board in place of Donald even after he returned to Los Angeles ready to resume his career. A brief marriage to Philip Herrick in the late 1940s changed Margaret’s surname from Gledhill to Herrick, and she was known as “Mrs. Herrick” for the majority of her long career with the Academy.

As executive director of the Academy, Mrs. Herrick facilitated the 1947 donation of the William Selig papers, the library’s first major archival acquisition.

That gift, along with the others that followed, established the library as a primary research center for the study of motion pictures. In addition, Mrs. Herrick negotiated the Academy’s first television contract in 1953, which gave the organization its first taste of financial independence. No longer reliant upon the studios to cover the expense of the Awards, the Academy could instead focus on education, programming and related activities. Even today, the good works that the Academy performs are funded with revenue generated from the telecast, an annual extravaganza that is viewed each year by several hundred million people worldwide.

Margaret Herrick’s legacy within the Academy looms large, but it is equally impressive within the context of Hollywood history that she held the highest office of a major film industry organization for almost three decades. In photographs, she’s usually the only woman in the room, dressed elegantly and smiling broadly as she is flanked by two or more men.

September 27 marks the 113th anniversary of Margaret Herrick’s birth. To celebrate, we share newsreel footage of her that was recently unearthed by archivists at the Academy Film Archive.

Mrs. Herrick embarked on several extensive international trips between 1963 and 1968, visiting national film academies, festivals, studios, universities and film schools. This newsreel footage was shot in the Philippines during a global outreach tour she took on behalf of the Academy in 1966 that spanned 11 countries. Her travels abroad were in part a response to international interest in the Academy’s Foreign Language Film Award, which had been a competitive category for 10 years at the time of her visit.

In the newsreel, Herrick arrives at a cocktail party held in her honor by Filipino filmmaker Luis Nepomuceno and his wife in late August 1966. During the evening, she meets Filipino film industry professionals, reporters and advertising executives, has dinner and watches a performance of traditional Filipino dancing. Nepomuceno, who produced the newsreel for his production company FAME, Inc., would later direct Because of a Flower (Dahil Sa Isang Bulaklak), the Philippines’ official entry for Best Foreign Language Film in the 40th Oscars in 1967.

The faded 35mm color composite print, which was rediscovered late last year, was digitally scanned and color corrected by the Archive earlier this year.

More than 70 years after Mrs. Herrick’s tenure as the Academy’s executive director began, her influence is particularly evident in the areas of education, preservation and international outreach. She was also involved in our earliest museum plans. The idea of a museum was casually introduced as early as 1929, with more serious proposals being entertained as late as 1956, at which point the discussion ended until more recently. Having served the Academy in various capacities for nearly 40 years, and with direct knowledge of the many iterations that were explored over the years, Mrs. Herrick would most likely view our current plans for the Academy Museum of Motion Pictures as being long overdue and a satisfying turn of events.

She led an interesting life, and if you love film and film history and believe in their preservation, you should know the legacy of Margaret Herrick.

anonymous asked:

please draw wash. please. doing anyhting. maybe with a cat. maybe in a cute outfit. whatever you want. please

i was long overdue for another wash with cat picture

but imagine self conscious!michael. like, you’d come home after a super great day and you’d be extremely happy and when you walk through the door and not see him on the couch playing video games you’d get nervous . not only because 1.) his car was in the driveway and 2.) he’d usually have the pizza guy come about the same time you arrived. so once you set your stuff down, you raced upstairs to your bedroom because you saw the light flicker on in there. once you got up there you saw Mike, standing up looking into a mirror with his shirt up just slightly above his tummy. you walked next to him as he didn’t even seemed to be startled by your presence. he just looked in the mirror at his stomach. “babe, do you think I’m tubby” now that’s what caught you off guard. you leaned your head against his shoulder and kissed his shoulder blade lightly. “what’re you talking about?” you were confused as to why mikey would be complaining though, he never had before. “like am I more tubby then the rest of my band?” he asked, looking at you through the mirror. “and where would this be coming from?” you asked, seeing his hand move slightly back, seemingly reaching for his back pocket where his phone was placed. you grabbed his phone before he could and opened it seeing all of his Twitter mention. of course seeing the occasional ’@michael5sos love you’ and some profanities but you saw he had favorited one specific one. ’@ihatemikey : @michael5sos, seriously lose some of that weight you gained. guessing touring does make you fatter’ and he just looks at you with his bottom lip pouted out, so you put your hands around his waist pulling him so your head lays on his chest. “mikey, you are far from tubby. you are not overweight. i can’t believe you would even think that you are. just because some people say you are doesn’t make it true does it?” you asked, sliding your hands down to capture his. “but I feel it, I see it. Luke doesn’t have much of a tummy as I do.” he whimpered, his head falling onto your shoulder. “I would love you no matter what you look like Michael” you smiled, holding his squishy cheeks in your hands. “would you leave me if i was tubbier than now?” the more questions he prodded the more you wanted to scream to the world how beautiful he was, and how you loved him so deeply. “I wouldn’t leave you if you hated puppies” you kissed his, oddly pink, lips so softly, so delicately as if he was a marble statue freshly made. “and your tummy is adorable” you smile at his green eyes, letting your lips fall to his again. and oh wow I’m sad

; it’s self conscious!michael blurb night so send me in requests ;

and a ps, I’m starting a YouTube channel so who would subscribe??