why though like seriously

Why are they calling Keith a jerk though?? Like seriously, first of all, he’s probably been abandoned and left behind by people tons of times since he’s an orphan?? He didn’t exactly have the same childhood luxury the other paladins did. Shiro was probably his brother/only friend he ever had, until even that was cruelly taken from him in the Kerberos mission, and the Garrison just brushed it aside as pilot error? 

And to top it all off, finally, once Keith gets Shiro back for a short period of time, he loses him again?

SO YEA, no WONDER he feels angry that nobody cares enough that Shiro is gone, the last time he lost Shiro he was pretty much told that it wasn’t anything to be upset about. Imo, Keith has every right to react how he did.


An afternoon date~

and a bonus

It just continues to floor me that Seto Kaiba’s obsession with Atem is not only enabled by Mokuba, but all of Kaiba Corp’s employees. Even the town of Domino has been unwillingly subjected to Seto’s very vocal desire to see Atem again. Like damn boy, just broadcast your love life everywhere why don’t you?

Since the Ryder twins were born and raised on the Citadel, I am now picturing the two of them trolling C-Sec officers with slingshots and wads of paper… because they are two bored little kids and it’s funny to watch their targets look around in frustrated bewilderment as they try to spot their “attackers.” Bonus points if you get the wad of paper stuck in a turian officer’s fringe.

C-Sec Officer Garrus Vakarian does not approve.

I mean, same difference right?

That live concert yesterday was awesome. I really need to draw Zero at some point :’D

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The “Why I love Kieran” ramble

Seriously though, I feel like I need to get this off my chest.

I see so much Kieran hate everywhere I go and I just completely don’t understand it? 

It’s true, he made a bad choice telling Gwyn about what Mark was saying and it all ended awfully. But can we look at this situation from Kieran’s point of view?

Kieran was alone. Until he met Mark. Mark was the first one for him. Kieran thought that Mark loved him the same way he loved Mark. He was sure that Mark would come back to him, because why not? For Kieran a family means nothing else than pain, rejection and loneliness. He does not understand the feelings Mark has for his family. He does not understand humans and their relations, guess why, BECAUSE HE’S NOT HUMAN. He never lived in a normal family like Mark did, he never had anyone other than Mark showing him feelings of affection.

How would you feel if you saw the only person that ever loved you moving away from you in a way that you have no power over?

Kieran trusted Mark, he trusted him because he loved him, he trusted him because he thought Mark was telling him the truth always, and that his feelings were truth too.

But when he saw him with Cristina he grew anxious. Because he knew that Mark can lie, he is not a faerie. And Kieran has no idea how to deal with lies because he never lived in a world where other are lying.

Kieran was the one that let Mark be who he really felt he is. He was the one who let Mark say and believe that he’s a Shadowhunter. He’s the one who made Mark remember who he is, the whole time he spent with the Wild Hunt.

Kieran gave Mark his heart, the only thing he had, and this fuc… and Mark just threw it away the moment he didn’t need Kieran anymore.

Because that’s basically what he did, used Kieran when he felt alone, and when Kieran was the only one who cared about him, and abandoned him the moment he could go back to his family, his normal life.

And you can think that’s normal, you would do the same thing, but not Kieran

He lost everything he had, the only person who gave him love just abandoned him. He was abandoned AGAIN. And he didn’t want that to happen. So he did what he did.

But that’s not the end. He understood. He understood fully well that he did a bad thing. And he tried to make things better, he tried to help Mark and his family, because he knew already how much family meant for Mark. 

Do you guys even realize, that it’s 99% official, that Kieran killed Iarlath. He killed another Faerie, because this Faerie hurt Mark, his one and only love, hurt him and his family. And Kieran could not forgive that. So he killed him knowing the consequences. 

And the most heartbreaking thing for me was the moment, when Mark told him he’s staying with his family. And Kieran just left. He left to be killed. And he knew that.

But he left, because he didn’t want to bother Mark who didn’t love him.

He left because there was no life for him without Mark.

And I just can’t stand it when I see people hating on Kieran, because he was not in the wrong.

He was just a Faerie boy, who was used and thrown away when he wanted to find happiness.

And that just breaks my heart.

Upon Oswald’s return, arriving home and finding Ed in the mansion.

Oswald: (outraged) “How dare you!”

Ed: (turns around to shockingly see Oswald alive before his very eyes) “Oswald…?!”

Oswald: “I can’t believe you did that!”

Ed: “Oswald, I-”

Oswald: “Do you have any idea how much this hurts?!”

Ed: “I-I’m sorry, I-”

Oswald: “You took something beautiful and ruined it!”

Ed: “I know what I did seems a bit extreme, but-”

Oswald: (lowers his voice, sadness washing over him) “I’m going to need time to heal…”

Ed: “I understand, Oswald.” (cautiously tries to reach out and pull Oswald into a hug) The truth is that I’m so relieved to see you alive and-”

Oswald: (flails and swats Edward’s hands away from him, shouting once more) “It was such an exquisite painting!”

Ed: “…?”

Oswald: “I can’t talk to you right now, Ed, I’ll be in my bedroom…” (gently sobs as he walks out of the room)

Ed: “……..” (turns to look at the framed portrait of him and Oswald, now dominated by the green question-mark painted overtop the Penguin’s regal figure) 


(shouts up to Oswald ascending the staircase) 

“So it’s all good that I shot you, right?!”


This is what happens when you make jokes


the most beautiful 3-syllable-poem ‘beijing you like’ by cutie top hyung~

the redbirds must have their due. oh you, wicked children who come close to the banks of the river, do you not know what waits for you? do you not hear them coming, wading, reaching out with blood red hands to tear you asunder, to eat you whole? is this not the fate that awaits you for your terrible deeds? the redbirds must eat. they must eat. they must feed.


A couple of years ago, I had a dream about a pretty frightening scenario concerning a race of strange creatures with origami birds for heads called Redbirds, who lived in the water and snatched any children who wandered by to eat them alive. My brain comes up with some pretty cool (but scarily weird) concepts, what can I say!

 I could imagine these origami killers (see what I did there) as a sort of grand antagonist in a short story - perhaps a mother needs to find a way to kill them for good before they set their sights on any other child who comes too close to the water…

Blueberry Pie

Street racers!AU

warnings: drugs, pills, strong language, death is strong, more talking than what I usually write, very long for show, girl’s savage, neck bites, alcohol.

You slammed your fist on the wheel as you glanced on the gas meter—it was empty. You grabbed your backpack and pulled out a button-down shirt to rip off a solid button. You placed the button in your mouth to prevent your throat from drying. You threw all the other unnecessary things away to lighten your luggage. Kicking the door open, and dragging yourself out under the sun. You glanced at the deserted road every minute for a vehicle to appear, desperate to live and get out the desert.

You kept walking beside the road until you get to finally see the city, but your legs stopped wholly. You were standing there still in your place, tears streaming down your face and a voice screaming and shouting inside your head. You dropped to the ground while your eyes were open, but everything seemed so distant.

You watched as a car passed, a weak smile on your lips; although, you believed they only passed by without noticing you. You heard it stop, your senses died down, yet your eyes were still open. You saw a pair of shoes halt in front of you before the person lowered himself to look at you.

You managed to say, “I can’t move.”

You felt the man slide his arms under your body and lifted you up to his chest, you were gently seated on the passenger’s seat of his automobile. He lifted your chin up to him and parted your lips to fish out the button you were sucking on. He placed a plastic bottle between your lips before saying, “It’s just water.”

After you finished the whole bottle to his surprise, he questioned, “Where did you learn this?”

You answered weakly, “The Cube.”

He raised his brow before you added, “It’s a movie.”

“Got it,” he said. He looked back at you confused once again asking, “How the hell did you end up here?”

“My car was running out of fuel, so it stopped a few kilometres from here. It’s black, a Chevrolet brand, and the right side mirror’s missing. A gang was trailing behind me, so I rushed here.” It took you a minute to realize the situation, the man you were with had a small crown tattoo on his left wrist.

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