Stop the presses! Jonathan Crane is wearing a hood! (And I thought things couldn’t get any better than last week’s issue) I’ll admit that I don’t really care for the overarching story of this comic, but I really love the artwork, especially the Fear Toxin effects and hallucinations. The distorted font they used for Scarecrow’s speech bubbles is a nice touch too.
This issue perfectly illustrates how Jonathan can assert control over a situation, using his fear toxin to turn everyone against themselves. Don’t want to pay the hired rogue for his hard work? That’s alright he’ll get his money one way or another. (gotta afford those books somehow) Although I gotta say, the most terrifying part of all of this was the mayor’s creepy bdsm nightmare.
Pinning keith angst Lance writes love letters and put it in what he thinks is his crushes locker but it's Keith's locker. Lance finds out and tells keith that they weren't met for him. Keith, who is crushing on him hard now is very sad 😏 gotta love the angst
“What’s this?” Keith pulled an envelope out of his locker, his fingers ghosting over the baby blue paper.
“It looks like a lover letter,” Pidge wiggled their eyebrows as they attempted to snatch the envelope from Keith’s hand.
“Stop that!” Keith pushed the younger person off them, “you gremlin.”
Pidge laughed, stepping away from Keith, giving the raven boy some space to open the letter, being careful not to rip it.
Your eyes shine like the stars at night, your hair wrapping my eyes in the night sky. You’re everything I want, please keep the stars alive. ~Blue <3
Keith felt his face turn red as he scanned the letter with his eyes over and over again, the words digging into his mind. What?
“What does it say?!” Pidge climbed up Keith’s back and he gripped the piece of paper tighter in his hands.
“Who wrote this?!” Anger slightly consumed his voice and Pidge jumped away from the pale boy.
“Wh-what does it say? Is it something bad?!” They tighten their hands into fists as the idea of their friend getting bullied.
Keith shook his head, “no, no, it’s nothing bad, just a love letter?” He wasn’t really sure what it was since he had never gotten one before but he was sure they were like this.
Pidge blinked a few times, scanning the letter when Keith turned it towards them. “It’s actually a love letter…I was just joking about that,” they gave a nervous laugh and stepped away from their friend, “I guess someone has a crush on youuuuu”
Keith folded the letter and placed it securely in his backpack, “I’m sure it was just a fluke or something. Let’s just get going before we’re late for class.”
Pidge nodded, shutting their locker and quickly changing the subject to mothman.
Yet Keith soon learned that the first letter wasn’t a fluke, more appeared everyday. Every time Keith opened his locker a new letter would be there, the baby blue paper looking out of place among Keith’s red’s and black items.
Keith would never let it show or tell Pidge but he looked forward to the letter everyday, it was nice to feel wanted for once. Moving from school to school had made it very difficult for Keith to feel wanted or have people ask him out.
“Aren’t you curious who’s writing you these?” Pidge adjusted their glasses and Keith pulled another letter out of his locker.
Keith shrugged, “kinda? I just want to know why really. I mean I’m not to look at and if it’s a girl they won’t have a chance with me anyways.”
Pidge nodded, grabbing their backpack, “what if it’s that Lance kid? You know captain of swim team? And our class president?”
Keith hid his face from his friend, feeling his skin heat up at that name. Lance. He was the first boy Keith had checked out at this school, there was simply something different about him that drew him to Keith but they had only spoken a few times.
“I highly doubt it, plus isn’t he like straight?” Keith placed the letter in his bag, mentally clearing time in his schedule to read it later.
Pidge shrugged, “I think he’s bi? Not sure but I’ve heard rumors, plus he’s always around that Hunk guy.”
This went on for almost a month before Keith learned who was actually putting the letters in his locker. He had just turn the corner to where the lockers were, slightly rushing to grab his book, he had forgotten it before going to class. Crap, why did I forget it?! He quickly scanned the small numbers on every locker, his eyes reading the numbers before he bumped into someone. “Oh sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
“It’s no problem man, sorry I got in your way.”
Keith’s eyes went wide as he quickly turned his head towards the voice, the voice that he had memorized the selective times he had the pleasure of hearing it. Lance! “No, it’s cool, no need for apologies.” Keith laughed nervously and reached for the dial on his locker.
Lance cleared his throat, “so are you grabbing something for someone?”
He sounded nervous and Keith shook his head slightly, “no this is my locker,” he chuckled slightly, glancing at the tanner boy, whose eyes were wide as the moon. “You okay?”
Lance opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking like a fish out of water, “wait wait wait wait this is your locker?!”
Keith nodded slightly, he didn’t know what to say, why would Lance care if it was his locker or not?
Lance groaned, dragging his hand down his face, “shit, this isn’t good. You’re telling me that this isn’t Nyma’s locker?”
Keith nodded, “Nyma’s locker is 245, I’m 254.” He swung the metal door open, hiding a smile as he saw the familiar blue paper sitting on his books.
“Then I gotta apologize…for the letters that you have been receiving.” Lance avoided Keith’s eyes and Keith felt his face go red.
Lance has been writing those letters?! Does he like me???? Keith raised his eyebrows, “ why are you apologizing?”
Lance stared at the ground, “they weren’t for you, they were for Nyma.”
Keith’s face fell as he looked at the unopened letter, “ oh okay, I suppose that makes sense.” Keith grabbed the letter, ignoring how his hand shook as he handed it to Lance, “go get her man.”
Lance stared at the letter, his hand hesitantly coming up to grab the blue paper. “Thanks man, um do you have the other ones?”
Keith shook his head, shutting his locker, his book long forgotten. “Sorry, I kinda threw them away,” lie, “I thought they were a bit cheesy for my taste.” Keith adjusted his backpack and gave the tanner boy a smile. “I wish you luck.”
Lance smiled, sending Keith a friendly salute before running to the right locker.
Keith slowly made his way towards the nearest restroom, the tears failing before he could lock himself in the stall. He gripped at his hair, tugging at the thick strands, just once, just once why couldn’t I have had someone? He thought about how happy Lance would be with Nyma and he wiped his eyes, new tears replacing the old ones quickly. Pull it together Keith, it’s a dumb boy who probably didn’t even remember your name. Keith grabbed some toilet paper and blew his nose, fuck class. He closed his eyes, letting his heart slowly fall apart. Least he still had the others letters, he could still pretend.
I headcanon that Nyma dyes her hair all the time lol
Caitlin: (comes out of nowhere and dares to address the Queen Boss Lady) Must be nice having Barry back …
Me: OK, since when are you and the Queen girlfriends? Why are you asking about her man? Why did you miss the morning meeting? Was it because of one of your new gang banger friends? Did you fill out the paperwork to get renewed security clearance like I asked you? Why did you fail the retinal scan, like, three times, bitch? Your outfit confuses me. Go back to whatever hole you just up and appeared from, OK?
My sister, Rhaelle looks at me and gives a smile and I wonder what it is. I had been too preoccupied with my embroidery that afternoon. We had broken fast together earlier in the day and after a walk of fresh air in the palace gardens, we decided to work on embroidering our mother’s new dress.
“What is it?” I ask her.
Rhaelle smiles surreptitiously again and now I really want to know what secrets she has about me.
“Tell me…” I urge her. Rhaelle only keeps quiet and it annoys me when she does it.
I roll my eyes and decides that I will be better off in my own company. I go to the Throne Room and see that it is empty except for the palace guards. I walk past my mother’s chambers and she seems to be quite engrossed in conversation with some of her ladies in waiting.
I walk to Father’s solar and he is by his desk. He smiles as I approach and I smile back at him. He’s nearing five and forty and his hair has a few strands of gray but he still looks quite fetching, handsome even. I go up to him and bend to kiss his cheek.
“And how has your day been Sweetling?” He asks me.
“I’m doing an embroidery for Mama’s new dress.” I tell him as I sit on the chair.
“I’m sure it must be lovely…” He smiles. He thinks everything Rhaelle and I do is lovely. He is much tougher on my brothers and have high expectations of them.
“Dragons and flowers…” I sigh and Father looks at me.
“You don’t seem too pleased.” He remarks. My dearest father knows me and my moods too well.
“Rhaelle is keeping secrets again.” I tell him.
It may sound strange but my father, His Grace, Jon, First of his Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms is the one person in the world I can talk to about anything. Ever since I was a little girl. I would run to the Throne Room even while he was holding court. Not caring for proper protocol, I would jump and sit on his lap and whisper in his ear. Telling Father things I have just seen or heard. Things I wanted to share with him. And he would turn his attentions to me.
“She does that. Your sister means no harm Lyanna…” He says to me, the Northern timbre in his voice when he says my name always makes me smile. Mama loves it too. One of the many things she loves about him.
I see the thick pile of papers on his desk and I grow curious.
“What is this about Father?”
“Some documents Lord Tyrion wants me to put my seal on,” Father replies.
“It’s quite a lot.” I comment and Father nods.
“Aye. Many things for the King to read. Important matters of state…” He then looks at me closely and smiles.
“I want to show you something,” Father says and I listen as my eyes watch him closely.
“Usually, the ones at the bottom are the ones the Hand doesn’t want me to pay much attention to.” Father then takes the pile of papers and and flips it on the desk so that the bottom ones are on top instead.
“So I do this and read them first. It is important that I give every issue my undivided attention.” I smile at Father as he sorts through the papers. He gives a chuckle.
“Now why don’t you help me read and sort them and we can seal the papers together?” He suggests and I nod in agreement. This is far more interesting than embroidery or listening to handmaidens’ gossips.
“Your Mama used to help me with the seals and sorting the papers when I first sat on the Throne,” Father says.
“Then why did she stop?” I ask him as I scanned through some petition asking for reduced rent by farmers in the Riverlands.
“She was pregnant with you by then,” Father says with a smile and shakes his head.
“You were quite a difficult baby when she was carrying you. She got tired too easily and needed to rest in bed more.”
I snort softly when he says that and roll my eyes. Of course I would be more difficult than my brothers, I am a girl. We are more complicated by nature. I pour the wax on the document and stamp my father’s, the King’s royal seal on it. A circular emblem with the three headed dragon and his name on it. I wonder if one day I would have a royal seal like his too.
hey i'm not trying to bug you but do you have an approximate idea about when your next saiki translation is coming? if you tell me itll be in like 3 months thats totally fine i just dont wanna raise and crush my hope and hype every day when i check. actually in general could you put like a "this date or later" for the next thing on your masterpost page if thats not too much trouble?
ahhhh sorry I’ve been taking so long on this next translation! I just started a new full time job and I’m still trying to figure out how to balance all the scanlation stuff while having waaaay less free time than before, haha
I’ll add an “estimated date of next post” section to the masterlist, but just a heads up: the dates might not be super accurate (at least not until I figure out how to work around this new schedule…)
In any case- my translation posts are probably going to slow down by a lot… Sorry to everyone who’s waiting patiently for their translation requests. I’m still going to try to get to all of them- it’ll just be… very slow… At the very least I promise I won’t slack on the full translations for PSI Scans! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑
Blinking away the tears that formed in my eyes, I continued to take down the photos scattered across my wall. Every single one was another stab at my heart, seeing our happy faces smiling at me. The final words I had spoken to him ringing through my head.
Placing yet another photo into the box on my bed, I take a breath and turn back to the wall, scanning the photos for any more that contained the two of us, reminders of him.
Plucking one more from the wall, I study it, trying to see if this was before or after the change, seeing if we still loved each other in this photo.
“We both seem happy…” I mumble to myself, before placing it on top of the small pile that had grown in the box. “Why did it change…” My eyes scan the various items I had also placed in the box, ignoring the stabbing sensation as each item brings back a certain memory.
“I did. But I don’t any more.”
His words still hit me as hard as they did the first time, the echo feeling as real as if he was right in front of me. The tears finally spilled over and onto my cheeks, the memories of our final night flooding into my mind.
“I….I found someone else. I’m sorry, Y/N.”
“Someone else?” I couldn’t believe I was hearing this, we loved each other.
“Yeah,” He took a breath, running his hand through his hair. “Uhm, we met when I was on tour. We ended up talking and just hit it off. I didn’t plan it.” He wouldn’t even meet my eyes, I apparently didn’t deserve that.
“Have you,” I clear my throat, trying to get my voice under control. “Have you been seeing her behind my back?” Part of me wanted him to say yes, so I could scream at him, get angry and hit him. But then another part of me, that part wanted him to say no, because I still wanted him to be the same man I fell in love with.
“We’ve been hanging out. And…fuck.” He stops, shifting on his feet in front of me. “We’ve kissed a couple times, but nothing more. I wouldn’t..I wanted to…Y/N, I’m sorry.”
“You’re SORRY, Joe? You just told me you found someone else, and all you can say is you’re SORRY?” I wasn’t even that mad, I kind of felt like this was coming for a while. We just hadn’t been, us, recently. But I didn’t think he was with someone else.
“I thought you loved me.” Is all I can get out, just wanting to curl up in bed and go to sleep, pretend this is just a dream.
“I did. But I don’t any more.”
With those words, I turn and walk out. That was the last time we saw each other.
“Y/N?” I turn and look at the doorway, seeing Caspar standing there. “You ready to go?”
“Honestly?” I ask, looking around the bedroom Joe and I had shared for the past few years. “I don’t think so. But it’s time.” I put the lid on the box, and go to lift it up, but something stops me. “Caspar…”
I don’t have to say anything else, he walks into the room and grabs it for me, holding it under one arm, he puts his other over my shoulder.
“Come on, I think we need some pizza.”
Caspar directs me out of the bedroom, and we walk the familiar path through the apartment towards the front door. Our footsteps echo through the room, all the happy memories are swirling through my head, mixing in with the sad ones, the angry ones, the boring ones. But I keep putting one foot in front of the other, heading for the front door.
Once outside, I stop, taking a deep breath.
“I’ll be in the car.” I hear Caspar say, before he leaves me alone in front of the door.
I turn and face it, holding the key in my hand. I still remember the first time I unlocked the door, and now I’m locking the door, for the last time. Once I hear the all to familiar click, I slowly pull the key out, looking at it. More tears fall down my cheeks as I open the mail slot, and hold the key at the opening. With one last, shaky breath, I drop it in, hearing the clink as it hits the floor on the other side.
Turning around, I walk down the steps, away from the past few years of my life.
“I thought you loved me.”
The words already seem faint as I walk towards the car. I know it will take a while before they fade completely, but for now, its good enough.
Chekov Imagine For Anton Yelchin May he rest in peace
You and the rest of the enterprise crew were in your 2nd year of the 5 year mission and honestly you felt so exhausted. But on the bright side you had your boyfriend Pavel with you. You and Pavel had been dating for 1 year today and you honestly couldn’t be happier with him. You were in yours and Pavels shared quarters because you didn’t feel good at all. You felt sick and dizzy and you didn’t know if it was a cold,flu or just a stomach ache. Begrudgingly you got up to go see Dr. Mccoy. Walking into the Med bay your vision started to go blurry and white. “Hey Y/n Are you alright kid?” You heard Bones say but before you could respond you collapsed onto the ground . “Y/n!” was all you heard before you blacked out. You heard mixed voices around you but all you saw was darkness the voices sounded like the captains,Uhuras,sulus and the rest of the crew. One of those voices was yelling and sounded really worried it was Pavels of course. After your vision started to come back you opened your eyes and sat up “Y/n ! Are you alright?” “Ya pavel I’m fine now.” “Gosh I was so worried about you.” He said hugging you tightly . “You gave us quite a scare kid.” You looked up and saw Bones scanning you with a tricorder. “Why exactly did I collapse in the first place?” “You have a really bad flu.” “Some of the signs are dizziness pale skin and etc.” “I think you should take the rest of the day off.” “Mr Chekhov you stay with her in case you need to contact bones.” “Aye Captain.” When you both got to your shared quarters you got into bed with Pavel and you also remembered that Bones said your sickness wasn’t contagious which was kinda weird. “I love you Y/n” “I love you to Pavel”
I wanted to upload my most recent coloured drawing, which was from sometime May-June. This was a prize for the child who read the most pages during a reading contest at the local elementary school during Easter, I offered to draw a Disney character of their choice. :3 Tbh I am surprised nobody has requested a princess yet, this is like the 4th time doing this. The original contained a greeting to the winner, thus why I did not sign my online name on this when I scanned.
Drawn on Daler~Rowney drawing paper. Drawn with Derwent * Inktense colour pencils, lineart drawn with Pigma Micron 05. Judy Hopps belongs to Disney.
My Photo Op request. “Steal my dog.” This was not a stretch given that he pointed at the dog the moment I came through the curtain. I took it to get signed and it slid down to him, earning laughter and an exclaimed “Yessssss!!! I’m so glad this photo exists in the world.” End of game? Once again Lucky the Pizza Dog steals the show… (A better version to follow when I can scan it.) Why yes I did have it signed to Clint. Shhhhhhh.