this turned out like crap


Coffee Luck Part 02 of ? (start here) - MakoHaru Barista!Makoto AU

WHO ON EARTH COULD THAT BE? IT’S OK HARU. I’m pretty sure people draw their crushes too. Finally, something will happen in Part 03. 8D Sorry I’m a bit slow with this one, art stamina is a bit too low. Nonetheless hopefully this was an okay continuation! Thanks for reading this nonsense. OTL

on a lonely night,

was a blinding light.

a hundred leaders would be borne of you.

it’s been a while since i last drew kagepro, i miss my daughter aND NOW SHE FINALLY GETS A BOOK I AM SO HAPPY

plus jin coming up with a new song while writing her pov can’t just be a coincidence, maybe she’ll get an actual song now??? with a pv?!??

“Heaven is a place on earth with you…”


anonymous asked:

stories i wish you would write - sam has died and is in heaven, gabe isn't there because the dufus thinks sam would be with jess, cue someone (Cas?) finding gabe and telling him what's what, leading to gabe in sam's heaven. `where ever jess's heaven is i'm sure she's happy with the me i was then but i'm different now and i want you gabe`.

I somehow kept missing this in my inbox and I am so sorry but can I just say that WOOOOOW YOU ARE KILLING ME THIS IS EQUAL PARTS BEAUTIFUL AND HEARTWRENCHING DEAR GOD H E L P.

Can you imagine the sorrow that overwhelms Gabriel once Sam takes his final breath, watching helplessly as his soul lifts from his body and rises to Heaven, all while knowing he can do nothing but just let it happen? 

Gabriel’s Grace feels physically flayed and in shreds the moment he realizes that he can never be in Sam’s Heaven because Sam loved - loves - Jessica Moore, and Jesus of course Sam would want to be with her in his Heaven. What place did Gabriel have, what right did he possess, to intrude on Sam’s happiness? Even if it didn’t include him?

Gabriel slowly fades away, broken, eyes blood-shot and wet, before Sam could fully settle into his Heaven. He doesn’t want to watch that. Sam was in Heaven. Sam was home, and he was going to be with Jessica soon. He loves Sam, but he has no desire to see Sam love someone else.

Sam and Dean share a Heaven, but maintain their own slice within. Kind of like roommates sharing a humongous house. Dean’s Heaven had Castiel, the seraph refusing to leave Dean even in death. 

Sam is happy for them. He is. But even with this, laughing and conversing with Dean and Castiel over a beer, exchanging witty banter with Bobby as the older hunter taught him how to fix up his truck, his parents checking in every so often, throwing a tennis ball in the lake for Bones to chase… 

Something is missing. Someone is missing.

Gabriel is missing.

Sam tries not to let it bother him, because Gabriel had made it clear on Earth that returning to Heaven was something the archangel would not do. Sam tries not to hurt over the fact that not even he was enough reason for Gabriel to return, not even to pay Sam a visit. Sam tries not to think that maybe he wasn’t as important to Gabriel as Gabriel was to him, that Gabriel didn’t love him as much…

Hiding your feelings is harder to do in Heaven than it was on Earth; everyone could see your soul, see how it lit up with happiness, see how it darkened with sadness. Hiding your feelings from an angel was impossible. Castiel sees the dark thoughts roaming in Sam’s mind, sees how his Heaven was not complete.

He lets Dean know where he’s doing before he takes off in search of Gabriel. He knows better than to assume that Gabriel would be in Heaven, so he searches the Earth. It takes a surprisingly short time; Castiel finds Gabriel kneeling before Sam’s gravestone, his head bowed and his eyes closed.

It takes a while, but Castiel finally manages to get through to Gabriel. The archangel steels himself and finally, finally flies back into Heaven. He’s greeted with so many voices, so many angels rejoicing and shocked over his presence in Heaven, but the only one that matters is that choked, cracked voice of Sam’s that rushes out in a disbelieving breath before Sam crashed into him, his arms tight and warm around Gabriel. 

And all Gabriel can do is hug him back and try to talk through his tears, saying over and over again just how sorry he is, but he couldn’t bear seeing Sam in Heaven with Jessica and fuck he was so selfish and wants Sam all to himself, but Sam deserves to have his Heaven and if Gabriel isn’t a part of that then - 

This is when Sam cuts in with a mumbled ‘moron’ against Gabriel’s lips, and he smiles into the gentle kiss he’s giving Gabriel, mouthing the rest of the words that say that wherever Jessica is in Heaven, she is with the Sam from her memories. The Sam Winchester that Jessica remembers isn’t who he is now. 

Right now, Sam kisses Gabriel harder, murmuring how he wants and needs and loves Gabriel, and he knows now that he wants Gabriel for the eternity he spends in Heaven. 

Gabriel had long since disassociated the terms ‘Heaven’ and ‘home.’ But here, kissing Sam, he’s never felt them more connected.

What do you wish I would write?


Request: “ Can you do Cassian and Reader in a modern coffee shop AU?”

Cassian Andor and Reader, Modern Coffee Shop edition!

“I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while,I never knew, it was you”- Landon Pigg


draw the squad ft. the revolutionary crew

;; now i’m thinking of the scene from Tenacious D where they run into THE DEVIL and I’m just imagining Silver with a guitar and Rara singing and somehow they’ve freed Donatella/Dementia out of Rarity and Rara’s like


And Dona’s like “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! The demon code prevents me from declining a Diva-Off challenge!”

And the scene plays out but of course Dona owns them because

“I’m the devil, I love metal! Check these notes. They’re fucking epic!” and she breaks glass with her singing.

And Silver is like: “Rara. There’s just no way: She diva’s too hard for she is not a mortal mare.”




Sorry, I’m one of these close-to-end-rush artists (in other words, I start a project and about half way through think “oh fuck it” and it turns out crap at the end… Just like my handwriting through the school year…)

So yeah, the end is crap…

– Jess



anonymous asked:

Even though it's more thanks to the fanon side, but Kl@nce certainly reminds me of this person who would make me feel like absolute shit and bully the crap out of me, and turned out they liked me and had the audacity to ask me out... and of course I was all hell no, why would anyone want to be with someone who made you feel like shit? Fanon Kl@nce literally screams that, and it's painful to see because why would you want a ship founded off one side feeling absolutely miserable?

The way a lot of people interpret fanon kl@nce is shitty and it’s ruined the ship tbh. Kl@nce has genuine potential to be a brilliant ship because it is a ship that has incredibly complex relationship dynamics and within which a lot would need to change with is a bounty for fanfiction and art but the way a lot of people in fanon interpret it has just turned it into this semi-abusive mess half of the time where Lance acts incredibly ooc and is a constant arse to Keith and Keith is just submissive as fuck and pines after him even when he’s being a dick it’s just gross and ruins their characters and the ship


I was tagged a couple times last week for SDS but I was feelin’ like crap and didn’t want to photograph myself so I didn’t do it. Tried today but it turns out Duck is feelin’ like crap and didn’t want herself photographed. YOU CAN’T WIN. (I mean you can because I’m cheating and including a photo of us ONE YEAR AGO TODAY to prove there were better times. As you’ll see we are always within an arms reach of each other and usually on this very couch.)

(Thank you for the tags! @envy45-weightloss @amee-isonfire @runsonfat ya gorgeous humans, you!)

chocobroz  asked:

"Sorry" and Promptio! :))))))))


I’m so, so glad you sent me this one?? Because wow, I really needed to address The Train Scene… (I have a funny feeling that may have been what you had in mind, here)

This is, um, a Gladio-style apology: it does not actually contain the word “sorry.” I think it still works, though…

“Prompto? Gladio still seems a bit on edge. I think perhaps we should delay our journey to Tenebrae and rest here. Preferably with him and Noctis in separate rooms.”
“Phew! Glad you brought it up!”
“Do you have a preference regarding which of us sleeps where?”
“Are you kidding? You have to stick with Noct, especially right now. If he has more of those nightmares…”
“I’ve no doubt he will.”
“Yeah. And… I think you might be freaking the big guy out a little. I’ll room with him.”
“Are you certain? I know he can be… overbearing.”
“It’s fine, really. I know he’s just scared. I’ll try to calm him down.”
“If anyone has a chance, I believe it’s you.”

“Hey,” Prompto says brightly, “nice to have a break from traveling and everything, right?”

Gladio scoffs. He searches his pocket for their motel key like it’s hiding on purpose and needs to be brought into line. “A break? Is that what you call missing the train?”

It totally is. Prompto and Ignis held the group up on purpose. “I guess not.”

Prompto bounces on the balls of his feet while Gladio opens the door to what’s got to be the worst motel room in Cartanica. There’s no telling what color the wallpaper was originally. The beds look like they belong in a museum. The air smells like dust and wet wood. Nobody even tried to put up boring paintings of lighthouses or anything: it wouldn’t have mattered, that’s how bad this room is.

Gladio flicks the light switch. Nothing happens. “Perfect,” he says through gritted teeth.

This whole ‘getting Gladio to chill out’ thing is looking harder by the minute.

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