up chucking

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HERE’S A PAINTING I FINISHED AT LIKE 4AM

meg’s photoshoot with rob was one of the single most visually inspiring things i’d ever seen so i was REALLY intimidated to take on a single one of them. i told myself i wouldn’t pour a ton of time into this, and then immediately threw that thought in the trash

so here is His Holiness being a little judgy

Y’know, I really enjoy the concept of Clark Kent.

Like, minus the whole superman aspect.

because, like, okay I can buy that maybe he can disguise himself well enough to hide the fact that he’s superman, but i doubt any amount of slouching and glasses wearing can truly disguise that he’s a very tall EXTREMELY muscular man with a jawline that can cut glass.

So basically this newspaper office has this guy who looks like a weightlifter/supermodel just hanging around but he wears glasses and acts like a huge nerd and everyone just goes with it???

Like “Oh yeah, that’s Clark. No no he works here. Oh no don’t bother being intimidated by him, talk to him for five minutes and he’ll devolve into a lecture on proper tractor maintenance. We like Clark.”

 I wonder if the ladies in the office ever drag him with them to bars so they don’t have to worry about creeps trying to harass them like “back off creeps our friend here is 6′4″ and grew up chucking hay bales” 
And then it’s funny because (as far as they know) Clark is like, the meekest lil nerd around. (He don’t look it though!!!!)

It’s just incredible to me that Clark Kent can pull off being a quiet harmless dork while still looking like, well, superman. 

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Oh boy. I finished this thing in a day, but I procrastinated posting it for another three days after realizing a lot of errors in the format of the comic rip but im lazy af so i never even fixed them ahh. As for the other comic I was working on: every new chapter released reveals another logical flaw in the comic. I think I’ll wait till the companion fic starts to really fix up that comic orz :’( 

This is for chapter 12 in the fic Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by @kazliin

Minho teaches Newt pick up lines
  • Minho: Go Newt! With these, there's no way Y/N won't notice your feelings!
  • Newt: Okay..
  • 1st try.
  • Y/N: Newt, you're injured! what happened?
  • Newt: I kinda fell for you.
  • Jeff: Now I know why all the slicers are injured.
  • 2nd Try.
  • Y/N: Sometimes I wonder about my parents, like what did my dad do for a living?
  • Newt: He was probably a priest.
  • Y/N: ....Why?
  • Newt: Coz you're a blessing.
  • Gally: In a very good disguise.
  • Y/N: I hope there's some good in you too Gally.
  • 3rd Try.
  • Y/N: Ugh I HATE helping the slicers! their job is sickening and it get's me all dirty.
  • Newt: You won't be complaining when I get you all dirty.
  • Y/N: You mean at the gardens?
  • Newt: *sigh* Yes at the gardens.
  • 4rth try.
  • Y/N: The builders are making a new shack apparently.
  • Newt: That's nice the two of us should try building something new too.
  • Y/N: Oh? Like What?
  • Alby: A nice big lock for your door Y/N.
  • Newt: .....
  • 5th Try
  • Y/N: I'm thirsty.
  • Newt: Well good thing my body is 75% water.
  • Y/N: Yea well mine is too but that ain't enough.
  • 6th try
  • Y/N: Heyyy! The creators sent up clothes!
  • Newt: Yep, managed to grab myself a new sweat shirt.
  • Y/N *touches what Newt's wearing* : Nice! What material is it?
  • Newt: Boyfriend Material
  • Frypan: Really? pretty sure it's nylon.
  • 7th try.
  • Y/N: I wish I could have some ice cream, I can barely remember that sweet sticky thing trickling down my throat.
  • Newt: Get down on your knees and I'll give you some sweet sticky thing down your throat
  • Y/N: What?
  • Newt: ..You know, there are these berries..which have a sweet juice..
  • (later on)
  • Y/N: Newt? Are you alright, you've been acting really strangely lately.
  • Newt: It's nothing, I think Thomas has finally got to my nerves.
  • Thomas: Hey why does everyone just put the blame on me?
  • Gally: Because when you're pinned as the source of trouble its completely believable.
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chuck + the importance of blair/his love for blair.

“I’ll always love you.”

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probably no new comic tonight! unfortunately, as i  was finishing this pieces, my tablet stopped working, so i gotta spend the rest of the night fixing that probably oop

ANYWAY a fun piece i wanted to do to celebrate finishing The Swaingels! i’d wanted to paint this since i started doing the final pages, but i told myself NO not until i’m caught up

SO YAY LOOK I’M CAUGHT UP I DID THIS

Jughead was so furious on the lead up to punching Chuck, yes because Chuck was badmouthing his girl, but also because he was so ashamed of all the things he said to her about being perfect as he sat listening to someone explain that there is indeed a darkness in Betty Cooper. After so long of having people judge him for the way he looks, he’s done exactly the same thing and it kills him

Originally posted by riverrdxle

anonymous asked:

John realises how selflessly Sherlock takes care of Rosie, and it helps him realise that Sherlock is actually a person truly and completely capable of loving. Much more than any other person he has ever known.

John and Rosie have been living back at Baker Street for two months when Rosie starts crying in the middle of the day.  John is up to his elbows in soapy water at the sink, trying to clean all the dishes from the mess that was lunch, and Sherlock has been sitting at his microscope for the past hour, hardly moving, working on some experiment or another.  John knows better than to attempt to ask him to help with the dishes when he’s so engrossed.  

Rosie just sits in the middle of the sitting room, screaming.

John curses and, in his haste, he accidentally drops one of the sippy cups, successfully spilling water all over the floor.  He sighs and leans down to pick it up, chucking it back in the sink and throwing a towel down over the spill.  He’ll have to clean it up later, after he calms Rosie down.  It isn’t until he’s almost got his hands completely dry, however, that he realizes Rosie has stopped yelling.

He looks over and almost drops the towel.  Sherlock is standing by the window, Rosie curled up in his arms.  He’s got his lips pressed against her head, and he’s murmuring quiet words that John can’t hear.  Rosie hiccups and takes deep, shuddering breaths, her fists curled into Sherlock’s robe.  After a few minutes, she lays her head down on his shoulder.

John doesn’t know how long he stands there staring at them, and he can’t quite pinpoint why the image of them together like that is making his chest hurt.  He’s seen them play together in the past couple of months; he’s seen Sherlock play Rosie the violin; he’s seen Sherlock read to her.  John’s eyes slide back to the microscope at the table where Sherlock’s abandoned slides and samples sit. 

It wasn’t that he thought Sherlock was selfish enough to ignore a screaming baby in favour of his experiments.  But…Sherlock had been known to tune out almost everything when he was working.  He’d even tuned out the fire alarm once when Mrs. Hudson had accidentally set her stove on fire.  John had had to drag him out of the flat.

But somehow, at the first sign of Rosie’s distress, Sherlock had been pulled from his work.  And now, as John watches, he thinks about all of the other times Sherlock has done something like that in the past few months, smaller things that John hadn’t quite taken note of at the time.  Ignoring texts from Lestrade; coming home with new nappies when John hadn’t even realized they were almost out; emerging from his mind palace when Rosie climbed up onto the sofa with him.  Little things that seemed so small and yet weren’t.

John swallows hard, setting the rag aside, and that’s when Sherlock looks up at him, just the ghost of a smile gracing his features.  John smiles back, and his throat feels tight because Sherlock is happy like this.  He’s content with John’s child in his arms, rocking her until she’s calm, abandoning his own wants for hers.

Rosie falls asleep in Sherlock’s arms, and he takes her upstairs to put her into her crib.  When he comes back down John has made up his mind, and he’s never seen Sherlock look so shocked as when John kisses him right then and there.