Shitty borrows Jack’s computer sometimes, that’s nothing new. What’s new is the untitled folder just sitting on his desktop. It can’t be porn. He set up Jack’s porn folder himself. So, he knows it isn’t porn. But who keeps an untitled folder on their desktop?
Jack. Jack Zimmermann keeps an untitled folder on his desktop. An untitled folder filled with pictures and iMessage screenshots of conversations with Bitty. The pictures are mostly of Bitty, though some group shots of SMH and some others are thrown in as well. He has pictures of Bitty baking in the Haus, of Bitty walking across campus completely oblivious to the camera pointed at him, of Bitty doubled over laughing on Jack’s couch. Very rarely does Bitty seem to be aware that he’s being photographed, and yet the lighting is perfect, a calm sort of happiness seems to be radiating off of him. None of them are dated, none of them are titled. Each photo holds a memory of a person in love.
For the first time, Shitty realizes this is exactly how Jack sees Bitty all the time. Like he’s the most precious thing in existence
>is respected in my field
>sets aside extraordinary amounts of money
>won’t answer any questions concerning my plans for it
>privately assembles a group of prestigious animators from all across the world
>invites them to a business meeting on my 5 million dollar yacht
>sits down to a world class meal by a famed sushi chef, surrounded by my new team
>“I realize you don’t know why I’ve assembled you here, but it’s really quite simple.”
>The paneled wall behind me lowers to reveal a flatscreen television.
>With the click of a button, an image of Alpha Dave and Rose appears behind me.
>“Are you aware of who these characters are?” I ask. “If not, I’ve provided the necessary materials in the folder before you.”
>The animators look through the folder. It’s just the 5 canon pictures of Alpha Dave and Rose.
>When they glance back up I look all of them deep in the eyes.
>Click another button.
>“I Want It All,” as performed by Sharpay and Ryan from High School Musical 3, begins to echo across the boardroom.
>No one moves.
>“You’re beginning to realize why you’re here, then,” I start, slowly.
>“I’ve secured the rights to this song from Disney by no small measure.”
>I narrow my eyes.
>“Your task: to animate the rise and fall of Alpha Universe Dave Strider and Rose Lalonde, and subsequently the Alpha Universe as a whole, to the beat of it.”
>“To a song from High School Musical 3?” a foolish, mocking animator asks. He will soon be thrown to the sharks.
>“Yes,” I say. “To ‘I Want It All’ from High School Musical 3.”
Once upon a time I actually thought these were real screenshots, and I had missed something in the final episode of DM. These were edited by someone some years ago, back when Yugioh fans roleplayed on Myspace, and used obnoxious font styles in MSN chat windows. Thought I’d share, because they’ve just been sitting in my folder, and they actually look pretty convincing.
Author’s Note: Found this sitting in a folder and decided to share since I haven’t had time lately to write. Been working on a project for my writing class that’s taking all my creativity. Maybe I’ll share some pictures here of how that’s going(:
Cookies if you can guess what episode this is set in hehehe.
i know there’s a million ariana gif hunts out there but i made a lot of these gifs a while ago & since i’m no longer using them, i thought it’d be worthwhile to update & release them. otherwise they’d just be sitting in my folder going to waste !! so, by clicking here, you’ll be redirected to 250 gif icons of ariana grande. all of the gifs located in this hunt were made from scratch by yours truly, so please like and/or reblog if you find them useful. please don’t redistribute, repost or include any of the following gifs in another gif hunt. enjoy !!
I’ve always wanted to show my design for Prof. Sycamore’s daughter, and this picture has been sitting in my folders for a while, so here she is! She’s a respectful, well-behaved girl who aspires to be a proper lady one day. She’s interested in her father’s work in archeology and loves to go out looking for artifacts with him, although she likes thinking of puzzles for him to solve even more. Very curious, she’ll never let any question go unanswered if she can help it. Upbeat and cheerful, but is trying to work on keeping her cool more.
I’ve been just aimlessly doodling this week, trying to get the energy to finish more busts like I finally managed today. A lot of it is unfinished, but here’s a few sketches of one of my earliest OCs revamped a wee bit. She’s not in an FR incarnation here, but I liked how she came out compared to the heap of other things I have sitting in my folder, so witness her cute ears and mountain of hair.
So someone a… pretty long time ago, asked for some jealous Tav, and this has been sitting on my ‘unfinished’ folder for ages, so have this as a sneak peek while I gather the inspo to finish it
“So, uh, wanna hang out today?”
Gamzee turned around to stare at you, smiled softly, and shrugged.
“Aw sorry man… but this here clown’s already got places to be on this wicked day.”
And… that was it, really.
Aradia arches an eyebrow, expectantly. You’re aware you have to answer, but you’re momentarily distracted by the movement of that perfectly even, wonderfully shaped arch. It looks sculpted on her face, not a single hair out of place, a true masterpiece. It almost belongs on a museum. How does she even do that, every day, with such precision. That’s something that escapes you. Most of the days you can’t even find two socks that match.
“So, he had plans,” she urges, and your eyes get back to hers.
Silence falls again.
You squirm in your seat, avoiding her gaze and looking intently at the triple-chocolate cupcake that lays in front of you.
“Iunno. Just… He doesn’t, usually. Have plans, I mean. And, if he does, he cancels them, so I guess it just, struck me off, as odd.”
Aradia seems completely unimpressed by that answer.
(She’s completely unimpressed by most of your answers, actually, which you guess is a by-product of 15 years of friendship, and by now she has the look completely mastered.)
The Autumn-y Volleygays
( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ This has just been sitting in my art folder for like 3 months now and I don’t even like it that much anymore (uni is really maturing my style super fast holy crapoly) but I haven’t had much time to draw stuff for tumblr so… here, it’s transparent
Here’s the thing, my schedule’s a mess and I barely have time to sit and draw, and when I do I am in a rut and my hand farts and I can’t draw anything. so you know what that means for me? COPY TIME
I have a folder of inspirational artworks, cool styles, amazing color techniques, and tutorials, and whenever I’m deep in an art rut I pop open the folder and just follow tutorials or copy artworks, study them, and apply what I learned. that I like how this artist does their shading and want to learn from that? open the canvas and study it and copy it and see what I learned. That I love the way this other artist does noses (my love and bane)? same, open canvas and fill it with noses noses noses. Cool tutorials about backgrounds and colors help pass the time. and all in all it just gives my brain a break about trying to CREATE AND SHOW something and relax, park it in neutral with some music in the background, and go with the flow
Today was the day of my best friends wedding and seeing all these happy couples is killing me and all I can think about is you and how we could have never had this. And then my (Insert relations here) asked about you and I had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures I took of you to feel okay again. And I kind of still have your phone number memorized even though I haven’t called you since we split and somehow I remembered it even though I’ve been drowning in champagne and hey, I know you’re probably pissed and I’ll delete your number right after this but please will you just let me pretend I didn’t fuck up everything for just a little bit?
AU made by me via grabbing like, three different ones and smooshing them together. I have since lost the list that I got them from.
Adoribull Modern AU. Warnings: Angst, Dorian refers to himself as an alcoholic and spends much of the fic drinking to excessive and possibly dangerous levels.
Weddings in Tevinter are a long, drawn out affair that are far too expensive for their own good and involve more relatives than anyone wants to deal with for more than an hour, let alone several. Dorian is surrounded by people he hasn’t talked to in years. Great aunts and uncles, and third cousins twice removed. The entire family tree, stuffed into a room that has a chandelier that seems to be made out of diamonds hanging from the ceiling.
The only blessing that Dorian has for the entire thing is that it is, at least, not his wedding. It’s Felix’s, which of course means that Dorian is the best man and thus unable to just slip out at the earliest opportunity.
He’s dealing with this fact by drowning himself in alcohol. The best champagne Alexius could buy. Dorian can barely taste the flavour as he downs glasses with a rather reckless abandon.
Rating: K Prompt/Summary: The reader accompanies Reid to that Korean film festival. Trigger Warning: Don’t think there’s anything. However, I have almost zero knowledge of Korean culture. Whatever is in here is the product of internet investigation, which isn’t always reliable. I do not mean to insult anyone and if there is something that is incorrect or glaringly wrong please message me and I will remove it/change it if there are suggestions. Word count: About 1500 Multishot: No
A/N: I’ve been so busy and dealing with writer’s block. So, I decided to post this. It was just sitting in my folder and I wanted to give everyone something to tied them over while I’m working on some of the requests and Courtly Love part 4. Hope you guys like it!
So I’m sitting here with a folder full of porn references and I’m like - I have no idea how this trashcan would act in a sexual situation. Would he be aggressive? Disgustingly romantic? Hilariously suave? Scared and cautious beyond reason? or a combination of all of the above? I seriously don’t know. I guess I personally think a funny combo of cautious and hilariously romantic fit him best. But idk. I spent the last hour trying to draw serious porn of this guy and it just wasn’t happening.
So for now, until I get this porn thing right, enjoy my hilariously romantic Eddie who would obviously put rose petals all over the bed.
(excerpt: phil meets two hundred and forty eight versions of himself by the time he’s twenty-three, and they never leave, trailing after him with phantom smiles and paper-thin skins that hold their stories inside.)
notes: a 2012 christmastime fic. because apparently i’ve started an unhappy christmas fics tradition, and this has been sitting in my folders for too long.
a quirky, strange, angsty little thing that started as me toying with realistic sci-fi and turned into some kind of elaborate metaphor for 2012!phil. warning that this fic mentions/deals with the vday vid, because i figured, you know. if i go mia might as well look taboos in the eye. also read on ao3.
In one world, Phil’s uncle takes him hunting as a
child. This Phil becomes a vet, and he sits at the foot of the bed with running
red hands and leaves marks on the duvet, blood and guilt and apathy. He isn’t
fond of houseplants, and his cold eyes are unchanging as he glances over Phil’s
shoulder at pictures of cats online.
Phil never does last his vet internship. In the end,
he packs his things and goes back home, to his room and his bed and the red
marks on the duvet. The Phil of the universe where he lasts through the
internship still sits at the foot of the bed, judges. His judgement leaves dents
in the cushions, but Phil bleaches the duvet white and no longer cares.