what's so good about

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#princely

Baby’s breath

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she’s a handsome woman // panic! at the disco

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dancing lessons

dedicated to my favorite person, rena, for making me love these two

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
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  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*
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Grif is struggling but so is Locus.

Just help him out, dude.

@telekinetic-pony had this wonderful idea and I couldn’t help but to draw it.

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9 Days of Sense8: Day 3 - Riley Blue

#RileyAppreciationDay

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time to dance // panic! at the disco

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infodumping about the ocean

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니가 알던 내가 아냐 (I’M NOT THE PERSON YOU USED TO KNOW)

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anonymous asked:

can you draw some Sonny n Graffiti Pete Valentine's Day love !! I wanna surprise my girlfriend she loves them more than me

getting pete to accept that sonny actually likes him is a full time job

ouma is already a problem, but I’ll never get over little kiibo;; hang in there saihara! 

the best cure for being miserable is the misery of someone you hate. or puppies.

heith week day 6: colors
strange nature, to feel your tether… we could coexist - x

the fic i wrote (rated mature) 

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Someone on twitter tonight very kindly informed me that, waaaaay back once upon a time in 2011, @linmanuel posted his dream cast for a West Wing musical on his now-defunct blog. And since the internet never forgets, I share it with you all now.

I support everything about this casting (Patti LuPone as Marion Coatsworth-Hayes! Audra McDonald as Nancy McNally!) and wish to see it become reality as soon as humanly possible.

First Bloom

Kara & Lena


Lena fills Kara’s office with flowers again the next time Kara saves her (it’s becoming a habit, honestly, in one way or another).

Kara, in an effort to establish that “that’s what friends are for!” and that Lena doesn’t have to do anything special for her, fills Lena’s office with flowers in return.

Lena refuses to accept this, and fills Kara’s office with more flowers.

A gesture that Kara then matches.

Lena, who is too grateful (competitive) to let Kara win this, but who also realizes that Kara is not actually rich, begins sending single flowers instead. 

But, of course, these are not just ordinary roses or lilies. Unlike the “pretty rare” flowers she’d sent the first time -the plumerias Kara had said were beautiful- and the pretty but ordinary flowers she’d sent following that, Lena sends a single, exceedingly rare flower to Kara’s apartment.

To Lena’s surprise, Kara sends a different but also very rare flower to Lena’s apartment with the note “You may be rich, but I have connections. ;)” attached.

(Jess, who is wary of Lena’s connection to this reporter but is also very allergic to most flowers is just thankful that they aren’t coming to the office any more…)

They play this game for a while, trying to one-up each other in rarity.

Eventually, after growing tired of strange and expensive flowers, Lena opts for a simple sunflower with the note, 

Not rare, but it’s color reminded me of you. Like the sunflower, you are familiar and just a touch strange, all at once. But it also reminded me of myself. Because I, too, follow the sun and am made taller in it’s light.

Lena leaves the fact that Kara is the sun in this metaphor unsaid.

The next week, when Kara would typically have a flower waiting on Lena’s doorstep, there isn’t one. Lena goes through a range of emotions, from fearing that she was too forward with her affection for Kara to wondering if Kara is alright. But when she opens the door to her apartment, she sees it, sitting on the living room table. 

Glowing.

Lena walks over to the white, shining flower with it’s few, simple, curved petals and it’s red stem, and picks up Kara’s note.

It’s not from this planet (if you couldn’t tell) and I’m not sure how to write the name but it means ‘The Shining Dark’. It grows in the freezing blackness of the planet Klumithea. Most of these flowers don’t glow due to the harsh conditions of the planet. All of them are survivors for enduring, but this one… this one is special.

It reminded me of you.

I hope you like it, because it will probably stay alive longer than we will.”

The next time Kara is expecting a flower on her doorstep, she finds Lena there instead, empty handed.

“Lena! No flower today?”

“No. Your last one was hard to beat.”

Kara laughs.

“I’m glad you liked it. It’s actually really interesting, though, how it grows. The-”

“-I have something else, though. Something you might actually like more?”

“Oh. Well. I’ve been trying to tell you, Lena, that’s not necessary. That’s what friends are f-”

But Lena kisses her.

She kisses her deeply and quickly, enough to electrify both of their consciousnesses, but then pulls apart from Kara just as quickly.

Kara’s face is flushed.

“Lena, that’s-” she stops herself, suddenly. Licks her lips.

Kara kisses her back, just as deeply. In seconds, they’re both out of breath.

When Kara pulls back, eyes locked with Lena’s and mind fried from electrocution, she continues her thought, 

“That’s… not what friends are for.”

Lena laughs, “No. It’s really not.”

“Well,” Kara starts, letting go of her. She slumps against the wall and tilts her head at to look at Lena, whose heart is still racing.

Kara sighs, finally, and says,

“I guess you win, then.”