why there are lines there i have no idea


A very late sasusaku valentines dj because why not (˵ ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o˵)~  ❤ 

I’ve been getting into a headcannon recently of AU’s where Sasuke has a crush on Sakura and she doesn’t know (or does she). This is kind of a small reference to the college AU I made a while back. 

Anyway making this short dj was really fun! It was interesting exploring tones and painfully doing the line art for each panel because I’m so used to painting… I’d love to practice and draw more comics in the future bc I have a lot of ideas. It just (breathes) takes a long time to draw it all (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡ 


Everyone wants to give a writer the perfect notebook. Over the years I’ve acquired stacks: One is leather, a rope of Rapunzel’s hair braids its spine. Another, tree-friendly, its pages reincarnated from diaries of poets who now sit in cubicles. One is small and black like a funeral dress, its pages lined like the hands of a widow. There’s even a furry blue one that looks like a shag rug or a monster that would hide under it— and I wonder why? For every blown out candle, every Mazel Tov, every turn of the tassel, you gift-wrap what a writer dreads most: blank pages. It’s never a notebook we need. If we have a story to tell, an idea carbonating past the brim of us, we will write it on our arms, thighs, any bare meadow of skin. In the absence of pens, we will repeat our lines deliriously like the telephone number of a parting stranger until we become the craziest one on the subway. If you really love a writer, [make love to her] her on a coffee table. Find a gravestone of someone who shares her name and take her to it. When her door is plastered with an eviction notice, do not offer your home. Say I Love You, then call her the wrong name. If you really love a writer, bury her in all your awful and watch as she scrawls her way out.
—  Megan Falley, “If You Really Love a Writer”
Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning.
No one ever said elves are nice.
Elves are bad.

Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

This is why I love Pratchett. Not only are his ideas amazing, but he’s really a stunning writer. Sometimes science fiction/fantasy is lacking in just plain writing skills, but they work because of the crazy ideas and events. But Pratchett can deliver these lines that all lead up to one conclusion - elves are bad - and the effect is just huge. This quote has haunted me for years, and it really is all because of the writing. 



Sorry for the lack of quite literally anything; I’ve just moved into my first house (yay) and the internet was postponed for a month because of bad line connections.

I’m in love with this dress so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so badly other than oooooh pretty but absolutely everyone who has seen it has said they want one too!

I’ll be having another photoshoot soon, so if anyone had ideas of what I should wear please let me know. Also, don’t be afraid to ask me any questions! I haven’t had many over the last months and I do miss talking with you all :)

Again, sorry for the lack of content. We’ll be back to normal soon enough!

- Jessica Blaise x x

Hey psssht hey hey guess in what fan-fucking-tastic fandom I got myself in for 3 months in already pls dont kill meh

uhm… … …the last time I was in RPF hell was eons ago (KPop lol) and I have no idea how I got from one place to another this time around…

BUT I digress! There’s this one YuzuVier fanfiction that I’ve been reading since the first day it was published on Ao3 and I adore it so much aaaaHHH WHY IS DRAWING RL PPL SO MUCH AGONY it’s always the same tredding the thin line of ‘does this look okay’ and ‘omg cringe’
An Incomplete List of the Things Shaw loves about Root

- when Root tries to wink, but she always fails to keep one eye open. she seems to have no idea that she is doing something wrong, nor know why Reese and Harold chuckle when she attemps to wink at them
- when she uses really bad—like, nauseatingly bad—pick-up lines. and that whenever she uses them her face breaks into a wide, idiotic grin that sometimes makes Shaw grin too even if she tries not to
- when she calls her “sweetie” in her ~overt-come on~ voice
- when she lets Shaw eat off of her plate without protest. and that she doesn’t take anything from Shaw’s plate, even though that would be fair
- when she uses two guns at once
- when she talks to Bear in a silly voice while scratching his belly
- when she shuffles half-asleep across the kitchen in her bunny slippers for coffee in the morning after a late night of coding or saving the world
- that she always has her nails painted black because she is just that Extra™
- when she tries to act all cynical about the world but she is somehow still a hopeless, dumb romantic
- that she rides a motorcycle
- when she complains about being cold just so she has an excuse to curl up next to Actual Space Heater Shaw, even when the room is really warm and she can’t possibly be cold
- when her Texan accent bleeds through and she calls Shaw “darlin’”
- when she tries to sing along with the songs on the radio but she is really bad with remembering the lyrics and she sings half the words wrong. neither Shaw nor The Machine have the heart to correct her
- that she always lets Shaw drive
- when she falls asleep on the couch with her glasses half off her nose and her computer still balanced on her lap and she’s snoring lightly and it’s just really precious—even Shaw can admit that
- that when Shaw is upset, she doesn’t try to pry at what’s wrong when she doesn’t want her to and it’s enough to just be together
- when they encounter a dangerous situation and she grins in a way that terrifies anyone who isn’t Shaw and says “ready to have some fun?”
- when she gets annoyed with a man and her wide, innocent eyes become deadly (and the man’s eyes become terrified)
- when she uses combat moves she picked up from Shaw
- when they are lounging in bed or on the couch or somewhere and she runs her fingers across Shaw’s back, giving her chills
- when she yawns and looks like a tired puppy
- that regardless of how abnormal or broken she sometimes thinks she is, Root never fails to make her feel perfect

“is this turkey even big enough for all of us”


“why cant we just cook the turkey in the oven" 

“‘one fine day’ is over we have technology”

“we don’t even have utensils to eat with”

“staring at it won’t make it cook any faster”

“dibs on the drumstick”

“o em GEE. we’re by the SEA. cooking a turKEY." 

"guys lets say what we’re thankful for. i’m thankful for all you guys for being the best members ever”

“im thankful for everyone for graciously leaving me 1 line in our songs”

“you’re the reason why the sea is salty”

“that’s because i drink your tears”

“lol Thank U, new song idea”

“just leave the producing to me, please”

"we are roasting the turkey, not each other”

alois-vanity (You issued me a challenge for bad pickup lines and I broke the ask box with how many I sent. Prepare for this list bish cause I am the master.)

1) Are your legs tired? Cause you’ve been running through my mind all day.

2) Your father must be a thief because he seems to have stolen the stars and put them in your eyes.

3) Would you like to have breakfast tomorrow? Should I nudge you or call you?

4) *checks your shirt tag* Just as I thought! ‘Made in Heaven’

5) Nice to meet you. My name is (name) and you are….gorgeous!

6) Just looking at you makes me think I should call the police and the firemen cause you are just too hot. Hot damn!

7) I’m new in town and I was wondering if I could get directions to your place ;)

8) That dress looks great on you…as a matter of fact so would I ;) (so smooth)

9) Are you religious? Cause I’m the answer to all your prayers.

10) Are you okay? Cause Heaven is a long fall from here.

11) Was it love at first sight, or should I walk by again?

12) Am I dead, Angel? Cause this must be heaven.

13) Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?

14) Why don’t you sit on my lap and we’ll get things straight between us (WHICH IS FUNNY CAUSE WE ARE BOTH HELLA QUEER)

15) (at the dinner table) *picks up bread* Wanna roll?

16) That’s a really nice smile you’ve got, shame that’s not all you are wearing.

17) Think you can dance in those shoes?

18) Ok, you can stand next to me as long as you don’t talk about the heat.

19) Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you’ve got a pretty sweet ass!

20) I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.

21) If I were a stop light, I’d turn red every time you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.

22) Do you have a Band-Aid? Cause I just scrapped my knee falling for you.

23) Do you know what my shirt is made of? Girlfriend material.

24) If you were a vegetable you would be a cute-cumber.

25) If you were a fruit you would be a fine-apple.

26) Did you invent the airplane? Cause you seem Wright for me.

27) Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes.

28) I don’t have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?

29) I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on ;)

30) Are you my appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I should take you out.

31) You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?

32) Your lips look cold. Want me to warm them with mine?

33) Your lips look lonely. Want mine to keep them company?

34) Can I take your picture to prove to all my friends that angels do exist?

35) Was your dad a boxer? Cause you’re a knockout!

36) If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d have a galaxy in my hand.

37) You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line.

38) You look familiar. Do we have a class together? I swear we have chemistry.

39) My doctor says I’m lacking Vitamin U.

40) Are you a banana? Cause I find you a-peeling.

41) Do you work at Starbucks? Cause I like you a latte!

42) I though happiness started with an H. Why does mine start with U?

and my hand is cramping up so i’m done.

One more little op story to tell and it’s about this gem of an photo. So I got this idea with my brothers help from the fact that Dean never gets to use the rocket launcher on the show since Sam won’t let him. I figured why not have Jensen at least use a nerf gun. That’s how this picture came about. While in line everyone asked about what I would be doing and I explained, so many were excited for the pose. I even asked Clif to be in the photo to. So anyway I get up there and right off the bat Jensen apologizes for holding things up because he and Jared were talking to Clif. I was like that’s alright, and then got to explaining the pose. For which Jensen was like YES FINALLY, had everyone cheering behind me. The reason Clif is there he’s protecting me from Jared who’s trying to stop me from giving Jensen the bullets to the gun. Everything finished so quickly, but the guys were so sweet it was awesome.

And there are lectures about the Rat Tax and how the whole system works, and how the rats have a town of their own under the human town, and get free use of the library, and even sometimes send their young rats to the school. And everyone says: How perfect, how well organized, how amazing!

And then most of them go back to their own towns and set their traps and put down there poisons, because some minds you couldn’t change with a hatchet. But a few see the world as a different place.

—  “The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents” Terry Pratchett

Why do I do this to myself????? 

Tbh I have no idea what is really going on here.. so my story writing peeps, come grant a story to this comic! I feel like along the lines of-

“Hawkmoth had managed to akumatize not one person this time, but past victims once again. Ladybug was fighting Sunburst (lady Volpina is holding down) on the roof of the Radio building alone, unable to take much more from their fight. Chat Noir and Volpina had been searching for Ladybug, as well as keeping a lookout for QueenBee, who had gone off on her own without saying why. Just before Ladybug was defeated, Sunburst was stopped by Chat Noir and Volpina who just arrived to protect their friend. However, Evillustrator had also followed the CatBoy and Fox Girl, who is looking to get Ladybug’s earrings as well. (Don’t know why). 

 SunBurst is defeated, but before Ladybug could de-akumatize her, Evillustrator nervously pulls from the smoke, and demands her earrings. He lifts his arm to begin a drawing attack, but Queen Bee flies through the smoke at him and stops immediatley-”

Continue the story kids.

(P.S. - @mishtidrago asks “may you draw Evillustrator/Bee?”)


(click picture for description) 

I have no idea what to draw so I just go ahead with what first popped into my mind…. why are they all food related???

Also, hot pot for @rukazaya-senpai


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  • [Damian has been in the house for almost two weeks. Tim is still suspicious. Bruce just wants his family to get along for five minutes]
  • Bruce(In the doorway of Tim’s room): Why are you being like this, Tim? How can you feel so threatened by a little boy? Do you really think our family is so fragile that it’ll break apart over a new member?
  • Tim(Pausing in the midst of typing an essay): No, it’s not that. You have no idea if he’s telling the truth. Why are you so willing to just let him in? Have you forgotten how many people want you dead? The kid was sent here by Talia al Ghul, for God’s sake- I can just tell that he’s hiding something, and if you end up dead I’d blame myself for not doing something about it.
  • Bruce: Tim, at some point this crosses the line from ‘cautious’ into 'paranoia’.
  • [Tim snorts and resumes typing, shaking his head. Bruce ignores him.]
  • Bruce: I checked his luggage myself. He didn’t have any weapons with him.
  • Tim(Rolling his eyes): As if we don’t have weapons around the house. Besides, he’s too normal to be your son. There would have to be something messed up about him.
  • Bruce(Sarcastically): Ouch.
  • Tim(Finally looking up from his computer): You know it’s true! Be honest with yourself- what did you think your kid would be like?
  • [Bruce takes a moment to consider this and is suddenly very tired.]
  • Bruce(Sighing): …He would have two heads.
  • Tim(Disapprovingly): Don’t try to be funny. This is serious. He would have at least three.

I think my real frustration with the Rory/Logan arc was that I so easily could’ve believed it. It would’ve only taken a line or two of dialogue. 

I liked what Dan and Matt said about Rory being Logan’s salvation and I think that lines up with what we saw in the series. And it’s very easy for me to believe that after the proposal Logan went back to the “dynastic plan” because in his mind, his reason not to just rejected him. 

What I have trouble with is the idea that once “his salvation” came back into his life he wasn’t going to fight for it anymore. This is why I needed an exchange about the proposal, maybe confirmation that Rory was the one who sought their “Vegas” arrangement–something to clearly indicate why Logan was holding back, why he was still going along with the “dynastic plan”. If Rory told to him that she still wouldn’t commit to him, that she didn’t want him, I would understand why he wouldn’t fight to be with her. 

I just…needed to see it/needed to be told. Because with what we got I’m very unclear about why it was happening the way it was. 


The Wolf Folk came into town that Saturday. All the children at the orphanage lined up along the wire fence to watch them roll in, craning against the sagging wire mesh to catch a glimpse of furry ears or sharp fangs. The bright caravans looked like technicolour train carriages , bouncing over the rocky terrain and winding down the mountain road in a long, serpentine parade. The Sister’s at the orphanage warned them not to get to close. They said the Wolf Folk ate little children like them.

They certainly were unlike anyone Levi had ever seen, but he saw no fur nor fangs. All he saw were beautiful brown people, smiling and laughing in their gaudy entertainer’s garb, bells on their ankles and sashes in their hair. Levi watched one caravan full of children rattle by, brown skinned kids no older than himself staring back at him with wide eyes and gap-toothed grins. They looked happy and bright. He wondered what they’d done to earn the distrustful and wary looks the townsfolk sent their way, and he wondered how they didn’t seem to mind it.

On Wednesday, Levi went down to the stream that ran behind the orphanage. He took his homemade catapult and a bruised apple.

Down by the stream he fished out a few smooth, small stones from the riverbed. He placed his apple on the log that ran across the rushing water and practice a few shots. He knocked the apple in on the fourth try.

“You’re very good at that.”

Levi startled and looked up from his perch. Across the river was a boy he’d never seen before crouched by the river back with his elbows on his knees. He wasn’t from the orphanage, and he didn’t look like he was from town. His skin was brown and he wore patched and faded clothes that, despite their obvious wear and tear, still looked brighter than anything people in town wore.  When he smiled, and he never seemed to stop, a snaggletooth bit into his lower lip. He had the greenest eyes Levi had ever seen.

“You’re one of them folk.” Levi couldn’t bring himself to say ‘wolf’. He wasn’t sure if they called themselves that, or if it was the sort of thing murmured behind hands out of earshot.

“Yes.” The boy looked over his shoulder back the way he must have come. Over the grassy hill rose a column of grey smoke from a nearby campfire. Levi knew the Wolf Folk had set up their camp in the fields neighboring the orphanage grounds, but he hadn’t thought they’d wander. “Can I have a shot?” The boy eyed Levi’s catapult hungrily, grubby fingers twitching on the hem of his cut-off trousers.

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