this took much longer than expected

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You know, we could be happy out here. Think you might stand out in that suit. Well, I was thinking jean shorts & flip flops. I want to builld a life with you Elijah, with Hope. I want us to be happy. So we do that. Together. In jean shorts.

An Update

Hey everyone. Gonna throw in some real talk here.

For the last few months I had lost health insurance that had kept me medicated and stable over the years. Due to having to switch insurance in California, it took a lot longer than expected to get approved, get an appointment, and finally get said medication.

During this lapse, my life kinda fell apart. I lost the urge to do anything. I stopped talking to a lot of my close friends. Drawing or anything productive seemed completely out of my reach. I didn’t take care of myself well, and was procrastinating on commissions and obligations with friends.

It has been some of the worst months of my life, but I tried to hide it from my friends and followers to keep this blog from becoming too much of a personal one. For that, I apologize.

But, things have finally turned around today. I just started medicating again, and I feel better than I had felt since before I left. I feel motivated again. I could finally draw something without thinking it was a pointless endeavor. It was a bit emotional I guess. 

But to summarize: After months of struggling, I feel like myself again. And that means I finally can work on things I had put off for months on end. 

‘The End’ is back in development. Commissions are going to get done. And comics will be made. To everyone who has been patient with these long lapses in updates, and to friends who have been encouraging me to keep going, thank you.

I’ll see you all very soon.

Slowly but Surely

Request: Hi! I love your writing so much, i wanted to request a newt x reader, in which newt and the reader are best friends, and newt thinks he has a crush on tina so reader helps him impress her bc he’s a shy baby, but in the process they realise that they actually had feelings for each other all along and they fall harder? Happy ending? Xx

Word Count: 2,861

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


“Well, that was disappointing.”

You and Newt stare down at the broken vase. Glass and water mix over the wooden floor and someone shouts from downstairs.

“I’ll get the broom.”

Newt steps back and you can already see the questions pestering him and thinning his confidence.

“I’m sure she’d say yes, Newt. You just have to ask.”

“I know, I know.” There’s the pacing you expected, complete with one finger pressed against his lips whenever he stops speaking. “I just need to find the right time.”

You toss the dust pan onto the ground, where it lands with a crunch on some vagrant piece of glass. “There’s never going to be a ‘right time.’”

Newt rolls his eyes at the quote gestures you make around his words. “I don’t want it to come from nowhere.”

“What if it comes from your heart?” You tease.

He scowls. “Funny. Here I thought I asked for love advice, not bad jokes.”

The glass scratches the ground on its way into the pan. “It’s a dual package. The jokes come free of charge.”

“What if I ask her on a roof? At sunset?”

“A bit cliché, don’t you think?”

“Well I don’t hear you coming up with any ideas.”

You sigh. Snappy Newt is not your favorite Newt to deal with. “Tina likes you, Newt. I promise. You could ask her out in a dumpster as a phoenix bursts into ashes around you both and she’d still say yes.”

“What about with a picnic? Women like those.”

You sweep the final pieces of glass into the dust pan. “If you really want help, you need to calm down. I’ll come up with something.”

Newt runs a hand over his face. “I’m going to check on the occamies.”

“No worries, I’ll just finish mopping up this mess myself.”

He turns back to you and shakes his head. “Let me help.”

The two of you finish drying off the floor as best you can. Sitting across from one another, you look at the final piece of the mess: the dropped lily, pure petals drooping under the water they soaked up during the clean-up. Newt leans over and grabs it before falling back against the wall. He holds it up in front of him, spinning it in his hands, ignoring the water dripping onto his hands.

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When you speak I hear silence, every word a defiance. I can hear, oh I can hear. Think I’ll go where it suits me, moving out to the country with everyone, oh everyone, stop breathing start leaving, before we all become one…

(click title for song) This took me much longer than I expected but who cares- I am still so excited about this! yesterday I had this sudden idea of an OW/Transistor crossover OvO*  I have dozens of variations of this particular song but this specific one, when you hear the dude talk, is my fav one. It gives me chills everytime n creates such a beautiful n intimate atmosphere.

n then it hit me- What if the fall of their Switzerland HQ didn’t led to Gabe becoming Reaper but to be somehow absorbed into Jacks rilfe like the sword dude in Transistor? N maybe Jack’s nickname could be “Blue” in this AU? n Talon n other shifty organisations are after them because they were both suppossed to die n maybe they realize what happened to Gabe n they really want that rifle for experimental reasons. n so Jack aka Blue n rifle!Gabe are partially on the run n partially on a vigilante trip through the world to get revenge n maybe find a way to get Gabe a body? or I dunno.  too many possibilities, too many ideas :’‘‘‘D

either way, this is my contribution to this (imo) really intruiging crossover~

So! I don’t know if this had been already a discussion, but anyway: If Bill wouldn’t have manipulated Ford (like in the “better” dimension), Ford wouldn’t have to get help from Stan, so Stan would have probably gotten into trouble with Rico’s gang….(also John Laurens was at the age of 27 when he died, that could have also probably been the same age Stan would have died). You also may have noticed that I cut a part from the song. It’s because it firstly doesn’t fit with their story and secondly….I wouldn’t have known what to draw there.

The OC, Adeline Marks, belongs to the famous @hntrgurl13

I’m sorry for my english and my few mistakes in the vid, but it’s almost 2 am and I’m tired.

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Calls from a Killer

32-year-old Dorothy Jane Scott lived in Stanton, California, with her aunt and 4-year-old son, Shanti. On the morning of 28 May, 1980, she dropped her son at her parents home before departing to her place of employment in Anaheim, California. As she proceeded with her duties for that day, a coworker, Conrad Bostron, started to complain about a crippling pain. Being the kind and compassionate woman she was, Dorothy offered to take him to the hospital. As it transpired, Conrad had been bitten by a spider. When it was time for him to leave the hospital, Dorothy said she would go to the car park out the back and drive it to the front of the hospital so that Conrad didn’t have to walk too far.

As he stood outside, Dorothy seemed to be taking much longer than expected. Then, out of nowhere, he saw Dorothy’s car speed out of the car park and turn around the corner, speeding away from him. When she didn’t come back, Conrad alerted the police. Dread immediately washed over. For several months, Dorothy had been receiving alarming phone calls from an unknown caller. In these calls, the anonymous man would tell Dorothy that he was watching her. He was able to describe where she was and what she was doing in great detail. A terrified Dorothy even took karate lessons in an attempt to protect herself if this stalker was ever to attack. In these disturbing phone calls, he often threatened that he would kill Dorothy - in fact, he once told her he would abduct her and dismember her.

In the early hours of the following morning, Dorothy’s discarded and burnt out car was discovered approximately 10 miles from the hospital but there was no sign of Dorothy. Over the forthcoming years, Dorothy’s mother would receive taunting phone calls on a Wednesday in which the voice at the other end of the line would tell her that he still had Dorothy or tell her that he had murdered Dorothy. Eventually the calls stopped, at least until August 1984, when Dorothy’s remains were found. She was found on Santa Ann Canyon Road. Decomposition made a cause of death impossible. The calls soon started once again but police said they were untraceable. “Is Dorothy home?” the taunting voice often asked before hanging up.

Investigators would announce that they believed the man who had incessantly harassed Dorothy and then her mother was the killer. However, he has never been identified.

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Naruto Week 2017 | Day 2 ▻ Favorite Quote

↳  “There will be a time when all shinobi will stand with one another, side by           side… their hearts as one, regardless of their affiliation. That is my dream         for the future! Let us make this day the first baby step towards realizing           that dream! Please, please, please, please, please! Everyone!!! Your               feelings of pain…helplessness….despair…let those feelings galvanize us!!       Show me the realization of my true dream!!!”

               -  Hashirama Senju

Always Pt. 3: Lie (M)

Trailer | Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

It appears the tables have turned…

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Genre: Killer!Jungkook, Angst, Smut

Word Count: 5,690

Content/Warnings: Smut, Violence, Death, not nearly as gory as part 1 though.

Summary: 

You would die for him, kill for him, and everything in between.

He was as much a part of you as yourself. 

You didn’t want anyone else. 

It was always Jungkook.


You woke up with his strong arms around you, feeling safe and secure. Jungkook always had the ability to make you feel that way. His body and his warmth was like home. A tough shelter from the unrelenting storm outside. It had always felt this way, ever since you were teenagers. And you were glad you still felt this way, even after all you had been through together. 

You pressed yourself closer to him, feeling his morning hardness poking into your back. He groaned and gripped you tighter, moving his hips to rub himself against you. You giggled at his neediness and turned your body around to face him. You were startled by what you saw.

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anonymous asked:

I recently found out that Juggead was supposed to be deaf/hard of hearing in Riverdale. Please please please do something with that

Awesome, that would’ve been so interesting.
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He was the outcast, the loner, the kid from the wrong side of the tracks, and to top it all off? He was the only deaf individual in all of Riverdale. He was affectionately labeled the moody deaf boy from the south side, an accurate description of his miserable life.

He had no friends, no one took the time to get to know him and why should they? He couldn’t hear, he was a mess, didn’t have the money for those expensive hearing aids the doctors were always talking about. All in all he didn’t have much going for him. He used to be best friends with Archie Andrews, captain of the football team and resident lady killer, but that was all before Jughead had started losing his hearing. Archie couldn’t handle the stress, he didn’t have enough patience, no one did, not even his own mother, she had walked out on him and his father as soon as they told her the prices for the hearing aids, she knew they wouldn’t be able to afford it and she felt like a failure, the guilt drove her away, well at least that’s what his father said.

So that’s what brought him to his current situation, alone at his lunch table buried in a book as students shuffled past to find their friends. It was nothing new, same routine for the past three years, nothing ever changed. Well that was until today.

He felt her sit before he even had the chance to look up, Betty Cooper, All American girl next door, perfect in Every way, the most beautiful girl in school, and she was currently sitting across from him, her gorgeous smile temporarily blinding him. This was the weirdest situation he had ever been in, perhaps he was dreaming.

“Hi, can I sit here” she signed effortlessly, smiling at him the entire time. Wait how did she…

“It’s okay if I can’t, I was just wondering” she signed again, her smile dimming slightly as she moved to stand, Jughead shook his head quickly

“You can stay.” Jughead said aloud, his voice hoarse from not being used all day. Teachers assumed he couldn’t speak so they never called on him, in actuality he could speak perfectly fine, he was 14 when he went deaf, he learned to speak well before that. Who was he to question his teachers choices?

Betty lowered herself slowly, almost cautiously now. “What are you reading?” She signed, her eyes curious as she tried to peek at the book. Jughead lifted the old novel, showing her the cover “in cold blood” it read

“Oh” Betty said aloud before finishing her sentence in sign language “I love that book! It’s so good!”

Jughead nodded suprised at her literary knowledge but also at her almost flawless sign language. He could read lips fairly well but sign language was much easier for him to understand and he had never met anyone other than doctors and therapists, who spoke in sign language it was amazing to him.

“How do you know sign language?” He finally asked, raising a brow as she blushed slightly

“I’ve been learning it for about two years” Betty signed “I’m actually pretty good” she boasted.

Jughead nodded “why? Why did you learn?” He questioned.

This time Betty spoke, her eyes downcast
“When I found out… about what had happened, I wanted to learn. I wanted to do something to help and this was all I could think of.” She looked back into his eyes and smiled slightly before signing “it took much longer than I expected”

Jughead laughed
“It’s tricky, why did you wanna learn this… for me?”

Betty nodded quickly
“I know what it’s like to have no one to talk too, I know what it’s like to have the only voices you hear be the ones in your brain, no one should have to go through that alone.” She mouthed.

Jughead felt his chest ache as his mouth went dry, that was exactly how he felt, how could she relate so realistically to him? He shook his head of his thoughts looked back at the blonde who was smiling shyly
“Well… Thankyou.”

Betty smiled brighter this time

“Of course, actually I was thinking, the bijou is holding a silent movie double feature tonight and I don’t know anyone who would appreciate that more than you! I think it would be awesome if you could come with me, that is if you want too” she signed it quickly and effortlessly, she really must have practiced quite a bit, when she saw him smiling she reached over the table and grabbed his hand hesitantly. Looking down in surprise he flexed his fingers and wrapped them around her own

“Okay” he whispered.

Five years later after the success of his novel, & the New York Times dubbing him one of the greatest up and coming young authors to hit the books, he found himself, fingers wrapped around that same hand in the tiny doctors office in Riverdale.

“Okay Mr.Jones, are you ready for me to turn them on?” The doctor asked smiling excitedly. He felt his blonde fiancé practically bouncing in her seat behind him as she leaned her curious eyes over the desk

“Okay” he whispered, smiling.

And when the world got too loud, he just held onto Betty Coopers hand and it all seemed to quiet. just the right amount.

Camping ft pocket!jungkook

Originally posted by theseoks

Genre: fluff, pocket!jungkook

Words: 920

This of course took way too long to do, I’m sorry, Btw, should I write a part two??

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