what was i going for with this


giorno “glamour” giovanna 

For being someone who’s always sleeping or talking about sleeping or wishing he were asleep Aizawa sure likes being up late at night, doesn’t he

who would have thought I’d have found yet another reason for finding this man relatable

Just read @discworldtour ’s amazing fanfiction about Rincewind being the male witch and I’m in love with the idea!

The Maiden, the Mother, the Male and…the other one

P.S. More fanart in October, when I’ll come back


the goal was to see how Soft™ i could make a drawing look

~send me a character + a color palette!~

redsector-a  asked:

prompt: "In my defense, it seemed like a good idea last night"

Clint dragged a hand down his face groggily, muttering, “In my defense, it seemed like a good idea last night.”

The warm body next to him twisted around, the sound of vertebrae realigning with faint pops following in the wake of the movement. A leg slid over and between Clint’s own, and it was rather hard to miss the morning wood rubbing insistently against his hip.

“Pretty sure it still seems like a good idea this morning,” Bucky mumbled, his sleep-roughened voice hitting a deliciously low tone.

Clint glanced down at where their bodies were pressed close together, no obvious seam where one ended and the other began. “Yeah,” he agreed breathlessly. “Yeah, definitely still sounds good to me.”

anonymous asked:

Zero never responded to Matts wya tweet wassup w that

lmaoo i wan’t you to sincerely know that i fell asleep while on twitter and midway into Zero’s response. now because of me he’s in trouble.


Augustus’ Point of View

Augustus attended the classes he had that day with fair spirits, but left them feeling as though his brain had been wrung like a rag and then made to sprint a half-mile track. So many projects he had due in these last couple weeks of the semester and he’d barely made a dent in any of them. Of course, he only had himself to blame, but this understanding was about as comforting as having a thorn lodged in your foot. He sighed, running a hand roughly through his hair and then slipping his hands into his pockets to shield them from the chilly air.

Autumn was rapidly giving way, a fact he suspected Gemma would be pleased to see. She had always enjoyed the cold. How many mornings of the first snowfall would Gemma excitedly wake Augustus up and drag him out into the front yard? During how many frigid evenings would Gemma insist on sitting out back by the pond, enthusiastically chatting as the icy night air nipped at their faces? And when would he get the chance to see her so carefree again? He frowned, decidedly unsure, but also finding his mind returning not for the first time to the conversation they’d had over breakfast: “He lets you get close and then he walks away. That’s what he does.”

Why would she say that? Since when did doing something once become indicative of some sort of troubling pattern? And then there were Isaac’s words, sincere and steadying: “Why would I do that when I never wanted to leave you in the first place?”

Gus’ heart clenched, which brought about another disconcerting statement his sister had made: “And to be frank I’m not certain that you ever completely recovered from that.”

He kicked a small pebble out of his path, finding the words as irksome as they’d been when he’d first heard them. Never completely recovered?


me: gets really mad that I can’t draw something even though I’ve never actually studied it in my entire life

pt 2: spends hours trying to draw something while aggressively refusing to just look at a picture of the thing on google

AO3 vs ff.net

Okay, so I have issues with how each on sets out there stuff. Like, I don’t like how fanfiction.net doesn’t really allow for spacing? So sometimes what comes out as longer chapters on ff.net are actually two shorter chapters on AO3. I dislike the larger font on AO3 and that you can’t read it as a ½ sized layout like ff.net, but then I dislike ff.net’s inability to justify text or as said above, the lack of line spaces that can be slapped in.

Not to be unsympathetic, but if your lab safety technique is that piss-poor you only have yourself to blame if you die a horrible death.