what are yall even doing

Totally legit facts about Gil™

* Only sleeps for like 4 hours a day

* Exists on a diet of coffee, sandwiches and whatever the future version of skittles is

* Loves vodka whilst he’s robbing everyone blind at poker

* Vodka doesn’t love him - if, and when, he’s hungover, he has to stay in bed all day and eat whilst he watches cheesy crime/detective shows (preferably whilst spooning with Ryder) 

* Him and Jill may or may not have “”””accidentally”””” conned a senior alliance officer out of ~500 credits one time at a casino on the Citadel (they were then told ‘politely’ to never come back)

* Amazingly his hair just does that - probably something to do with him working by the mass effect core all day

*  Gil spends like 20 minutes trying to shave his chin juuuuuuust right

* Never cleans up after himself when he tinkers with stuff on the ship - whenever Ryder needs to find him they just follow the trail of discarded wrenches, oil spills and sandwich crumbs (for the hungry engineer on the go) 

(was thinking about these the other night just deciding to post it now because 1) it’s a break from doing my report and 2) I’m all about that Gil Brodie)  


still trying to break in this t-t-t-tablet so here are some morioh sketches!

Yall remember *NSYNC?

Remember how they (along with the backstreet boys) were the most popular boybands worldwide during the late 90s and into the millennium?

Remember the member Lance Bass?

Remember how he dated Danielle Fishel and they were “so in love”?

Remember how after they broke up, he exclusively dated women?

Remember all the rumors he had about him not being straight?

Remember when TMZ and Perez Hilton started following him around?

Remember when shortly after all this he came out as gay 4 years after *NSYNC disbanded?

Remember the reasons he gave as to why he didn’t come out a lot sooner than he did?

Do you think people told his speculators back then that they were delusional just like they tell Kaisoo shippers that now?

I bet they did, but in the end:

I rest my case.


I’ve been waiting to post this draft for a while hahah but I’ve been rebooting my Redbubble store for the past month and there’s new art stuff and I’m excited.

So, apparently, some ToppKlass decided to not vote for Sanggyun on Produce 101 because they don’t like the show. Now let me tell you why that’s fucked up.(and this post is only for those who call themselves “supportive fans” “real fans” and “ToppDogg stans”, not casual listeners who don’t stan ToppDogg, I’m not mad at you guys)

First of all, I’m pretty sure that 90% of this fandom is still not okay with the fact that Sanggyun is participating. When it was announced he was gonna be on the show, I didn’t see a single ToppKlass who was happy about it. But guess what? We still support him by voting for him.

Because it doesn’t matter if we like the show or not. Boycotting Produce 101 isn’t gonna do anything (especially if only international fans do it and Korean fans keep watching the show). The show is still gonna air, the boys are still gonna work their butt off without having proper meals and sleeping only 3 hours per night.

And that’s the thing: the boys are going to suffer during Produce 101. So, as fans, the least you could do is to vote for your boys, to show them they aren’t doing this for nothing. That they aren’t gonna be exhausted, malnourished and overworked for nothing. That all of their effort will be rewarded.

And you, ToppKlass, you who always complain that ToppDogg is “soooo underrated (insert sad face emoji)” and that people constantly “let them flop (insert angry face emoji)”… How are you helping? Instead of complaining all the time, could you actually do something to help the boys out? Because Sanggyun going on Produce 101 has a big chance of getting more Korean fans into ToppDogg, which means they might actually become popular. And it won’t even cost you anything.

I’m not asking you to create 10 accounts and to vote 50 times a day. Just voting once a day would be great. You don’t even have to watch the show! Just be an actual supportive fan and vote for Sanggyun.

these people who police what people write fic about and declare everything even remotely ““dark”” as “problematic”… what do yall write about? if you even write anything at all and don’t just sit around complaining? like when you take out character conflict, morally grey characters, villains with dimensions past “evil villain”, Bad Things™ happening, high risks, canon-typical nasty shit, and any sex that isn’t missionary with the lights off, what do you have left? what do you write about? what do you read? and how do you deal with being so boring?

it kind of amuses me that every time I see a victuuri angel/demon au it’s always ‘innocent angel yuuri’ and 'seductive demon victor’ bc yall are forgetting that the gpf is an actual thing that happened. I mean, sure, your little innocent angel yuuri katsudon katsuki got drunk off his ass, stripped, pole danced, seduced the figure skating legend, and then left him for months to die of blue balls bc he forgot all about it in the morning like some inconsequential fling he has dozens of

like, come on now 

Vulnerability - a Kikyo x Silva drabble

Word count: 583
Summary: A brief look into Silva and Kikyo’s relationship. Mature themes, nothing explicit.

Silva has heard somewhere before the the appeal of a naked woman lies in her vulnerability. When a woman sheds her layers, when she sheds her artifice and her cosmetics, she becomes softer, gentler, and somehow more beautiful for it. Silva has known women who, behind the privacy of bedroom doors, become this. They are all bare defenseless curves, shy looks from under eyelashes, blushing cheeks. Vulnerable and soft and everything that men want.

Or, at least, everything that certain men want.

His wife is a different sort. His wife is like no woman Silva has ever known before her, which is why he has chosen to never know another woman after her.

Kikyo stands before him, pale and bare. Although she stands tall, with shoulders squared and back and straight, Silva still stands taller still - his own head and shoulders above hers. She is thin – dainty in comparison to himself, and some might mistake her for delicate. If he were to wrap both hands around her waist, the tips of his fingers would touch.

He could break her, if he wanted. He could break her with his bare hands.

(Or, he might could, if she were another woman. Silva does not want another woman.)

Yet, for all his stature and all his strength, for all that she is tiny and bare and defenseless, Silva thinks that Kikyo could not be further from being vulnerable in this moment.

Exposing herself to him like this, she seems somehow more powerful – as if by having shed her clothes she exposes to him the full force of all she is capable of. Dark eyes glimmer at him with confidence, with knowing. He wants her, and she knows this. She knows that he knows just how much control she wields over him.

And, oh, he wants her.

Her long, black hair is loose. It hangs past her full hips, flows down over her shoulders and partially hides her breasts from his view. He reaches to take a lock between his fingers and move it aside, but his motion is stopped when Kikyo slaps his hand in reprimand.

“Now, now,” she coos, her tone soft and indulging. “You know it’s my turn to be in charge for the night, dear,” she tells him. As she speaks, she lifts an arm towards his face, her fingers combing into the locks that hang beside his jaw in a moment of tenderness he knows will be short-lived.

Then, her eyes go dark, go hard. He feels her aura expand and knows she is letting him feel it to remind him to obey. Claws extend from her fingers as she pulls her hand from his hair and re-positions so he can feel five sharp pinpricks at his throat. “Kneel,” she commands, her voice dropping into a low tone that vibrates through him and goes directly to his groin.

Silva obeys. He drops to his knees, then sinks further still to sit on his heels after her fingers shift to wrap around his neck and press him down.

“Good Silva,” she praises in her softer tone again, lifting one leg and bracing her foot atop his bare thigh. “If you keep being so compliant, you may yet earn yourself a reward.”

Silva grins at the possibility. He brings a hand up to let his fingers curl delicately around the back of her calf. “Yes ma'am,” he answers, then drops a kiss to her knee. “How may I please my mistress tonight?”

anonymous asked:

Oh man the anti otayuri blog seriously gave me a shock tho like what the heck take a chill pill get out and pet a dog or something

apparently spamming disgusting and triggering pictures in a tag is better than shipping two fictional teenagers who wouldve thought


hashtag throwback to edgy spoonboy