wonderful looks

anonymous asked:

Taemin got a new piercing?? Or has it always been there i just haven't noticed? Check out the new airport photos from 170331 his left helix got a toothpick-like earring ajkdabdksbd


that’s not a piercing that’s a public hazard (but yep, he’s had his helix pierced since 2016)

lesbianedgeworth  asked:

teenaged trucy in her young self/zak's color pallet?

This is what you asked for right?

Haha, anyway~

@pinksweatergettingbetter has a younger and older Trucy swapped with Zak which are really nice. 


That feel when u know u did good when u made a drawing with an inverted colour scheme, and inverting that brings back almost all the correct colours :’D

This was honestly super fun to do though. Colour scheme was so bizarre since it was like, all colours I rarely use, but it was great practice!
Also posting both versions ‘cause both are awesome in their own way lol

Also my friend says she looks like Elsa in the first one (would’ve been had I not made her skin darker lmao), but my mom says she seems more Space-themed. I get Elf vibes from it, myself, so I guess it’s open to interpretation :D

anonymous asked:

I take it you don't approve of Sarada's, how should I say, change of attire? (change of attire is probably the most... polite way to put it, me thinks.)

Apparently the heels were already in a promo image but it wasn’t quite so blatant so most people didn’t notice. This is such a “male gaze” shot, the implied running of the eyes all over her body. And the poses! The little hip tilt! The stare! The hand to the face, as if she’s about to, what… lick her thumb?!

I commented to @kujyou12​ back when they made a post about wondering about looking forward to Boruto:

Being hopeful for Boruto is like taking your paper cut covered hands to a lemon juice fountain and saying, “I hope this will be a good experience.


Now the only thing left to fear is how much further down the sexualizing route Studio Pierrot is going to go when they animate it, given what they did to Hinata:

Wondrous Welcome to National City

Originally posted by knightlley

Before the sirens even reach otherworldly ears, there’s a different woman than the city’s Blonde Bombshell taking down strangely a plethora of well-armed men in black before even the DEO can fire off a shot.

Dark-hair and olive-tanned skin is mostly a blur, with highlights of gold and muted blue and red as she moves effortlessly through the group. A golden shield and sword rest on her back, and a rope of some kind is hung from her hip. The impression is almost of Artemis come to life, for anyone who follows Grecian art or Greek mythology.

When the last bad guy is left panting and dazed on the ground, she stands up, whipping long dark hair from her face. Her jaw is set, brow furrowed, as she looks at the NCPD and/or DEO forces that have arrived.

Barely out of breath, she says, “I am Diana of Themyscira. Your world calls me Wonder Woman. I am looking for the one they call Supergirl.”

Originally posted by thefamemonxter


Running (Last Chapter)

Oliver felt like he was in a time warp, taking him back ten years.

Chase came into Oliver’s cell and dragged him outside into the mercenary compound. A metal loop was embedded in the ground and Chase fed Oliver’s chains through it. It was mid-day and the sun shone down on Oliver’s nearly naked body, giving a little warmth to the coldness he was feeling. Beside himself and Chase, the compound was empty. Oliver looked around, wondering where they were holding Felicity and Thea. Empty huts and the ruins of a watch tower was all he saw.

Then he caught movement to his right, and Malcolm Merlyn came strolling up to Oliver and Chase.

“Merlyn. Well, that explains how Thea got here.” Oliver glared at him, visualizing all the times he could have and should have put arrows into the man. “I should have taken your head off that night on the roof,” Oliver told him.

“Oliver,” Merlyn replied. “This really is like a homecoming for you, isn’t it?”

“If I get out of this,” Oliver coldly said to him. “You are going to die.”

Merlyn chuckled. “Oliver, you’ve been trying to kill me for five years now. You keep missing your target. Sad really. You’re supposed to be an expert and all.”

Oliver dismissed Malcolm, not having any more to say to him.

Chase let out his low, evil laugh. “It’s show time,” he told Oliver.

Slade and Talia suddenly came out of two different huts, both dwellings in line with Oliver’s. Felicity was being led by Talia. She was limping on her right foot as Talia dragged her past Oliver. Thea was pulled past him by Slade. They stopped about ten feet in front of Oliver and were forced down on their knees. Talia pulled her sword out and put the blade to the back of Felicity’s neck. Slade repeated the motion with Thea.

Lambs to the slaughter, Oliver thought. Except for when he had to watch his mother die, Oliver never felt as helpless as he did now.

“Oliver…” Felicity started to say.

Talia pushed on the back of Felicity’s head. “Do not speak,” she ordered.

Thea knelt of the ground and her whole focus was on Merlyn. She didn’t move or speak, just glared at her father with hatred as deep as her bloodlust had ever taken her.

Chase suddenly put his hand on Oliver’s bare shoulder. “You know,” he said. “Isn’t it interesting how some people never learn from their mistakes? Their whole lives they keep repeating the same history, over and over.”

Oliver tried to shake his hand off, but Chase tightened his grip.

“Oliver,” Chase went on. “You can’t deny that I’m right. It’s your mistakes that keep hurting people. It’s your decisions that push them down, putting them in pain.”

“Oliver,” Felicity spoke. “Don’t listen to him. He’s wrong, He’s…”

Talia hit the back of Felicity’s head with her sword handle. “Shut up, I said. Adrian is telling your man’s life truth.”

The force of the blow knocked Felicity forward, face planting her into the hard dirt of the compound. Then Talia jerked her back up into a kneeling position. Blood flowed down Felicity’s face from a cut on her cheek.

Oliver lurched forward, trying to reach Felicity, but his chains stopped him a couple feet short.

Chase continued. “The people who you think love you?” He nodded at Felicity and Thea. “They are victims. They really don’t know who you are…” Chase suddenly punched Oliver; a clean shot to the kidneys that brought paralyzing pain to him.

Both Felicity and Thea cried out, neither one caring about retaliation from their captors.

“Oliver,” Chase went on relentlessly. “My father died because of that killer in you. You weren’t interested in justice or second chances. I wonder if you got off watching him drown. Was the killer excited?”

Oliver shook off the pain from Chase’s punch. “Adrian,” he whispered in defiance. “Your father deserved to die. He was evil, like you are. He was poisoning people for profit. If I had to do it again, I…”

Chase spun Oliver around and unleashed vicious punches to his midsection and face. Oliver dropped to his knees, blood spurting from a broken nose, a smashed lip and an ugly cut that opened above his eye.

“Enough!” Talia shouted out. “Adrian, back off. I need Oliver conscious. I need him to be a witness.”

Felicity and Thea yearned to go to Oliver. They would risk the blades at their necks to reach him.

“Yeah, “Slade agreed. “Oliver’s pain can wait. It’s time for him to choose.”

Oliver spat blood on the ground and wiped some away from his eyes as well. “Slade” he breathed. “You can go the hell. I’m not playing your game.”

Talia responded. “Oliver, you don’t have a choice. If you refuse, the game is over and both these women lose their heads.” She paused and made sure she had everyone’s attention. “So these are the rules of our game. If Oliver remains stubborn and doesn’t choose, all three of you will die. I will, however, spare one of these girls if Oliver does decide to play. Simple. So, Oliver, what’s it going to be?”

“Felicity, Thea,” Oliver spoke as he ignored Talia. “Close your eyes. It’s alright. I’m not going to choose either of you. I love you both. I want you to know that. I want you to take it with you into the next life.”

Slade became furious. “I’m done,” he growled. “Game over.” He pulled his blade from the back of Thea’s neck and brought it around in a backswing.

Three things happened simultaneously.

First, an arrow came out of the trees surrounding the compound, sailed past Talia and Slade, and then planted itself in the links of Oliver’s chains. A red light blinked and then the arrow exploded, severing the chains and freeing Oliver.

Next, one of Curtis’s T-Spheres came out of the trees, hovered above Slade, and then it too exploded, taking Slade’s head with it.

Finally, Rene and Dinah came running into the compound, heading toward Talia and the kneeling Felicity. Talia brought her sword up, and then Rene crashed into Felicity, taking her to the ground and shielding her with his body. Dinah emitted a sonic cry, the strongest she ever attempted. It hit Talia, liquefying her internal organs and killing her instantly.

Oliver pulled his chains off and turned to face Chase.

John and Lyla came into the compound. John was carrying Oliver’s bow and quiver. “Oliver,” he yelled out. “Do you…”

“No John,” Oliver replied. “Keep everybody back. Chase is mine.”

John stood down, and the rest of the team went over to the stunned Malcolm Merlyn, forming a circle around him. Thea picked up Slade’s swore, advancing toward her father.

“Thea,” Oliver called out, and then Chase was on him. His arm attempted to circle Oliver’s neck. Oliver spun around and threw a head butt into Chase’s face, shattering both his cheeks. Chase stumbled back a few steps and Oliver followed up with a flying kick into his chest, knocking him to the ground. Oliver reached down and picked up his broken chains. He went over to the dazed Chase and wrapped them aroud the man’s neck, tightening his muscles and choking the life out of him.

“You’re right,” he said to Chase. “I am a killer. I kill because sometimes infections in this world need to be cut out.”

Chase started to frantically struggle out of the chain around his neck—then Oliver jerked it and snapped Chase’s neck. The man dropped to the ground, his brutal, evil life over.

Oliver heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and Felicity crashed into his arms.

“Oliver,” she said. “You were…you were…well, heroic is the only word that comes to mind.”

Oliver wiped away the blood from her face.  “You were pretty awesome to,” he told her. Then he softly and tenderly kissed her lips.

Suddenly, John and Lyla yelled out. “Thea, don’t…”

Oliver broke away from the kiss in time to see his sister run Slade’s sword through Merlyn’s chest. Malcolm dropped to his knees in front of her, as if he were pleading for forgiveness. Then he fell dead at her feet.

“Thea…” Oliver sighed. “You…why…” Then he stopped trying to figure out what he wanted to say. Instead, he nodded at her. “If anyone was going to kill him, it should have been you.”

Thea looked back at him, a small smile on her face. “Damn right,” she replied.

John came over to Oliver and reached out to shake his hand. “I figured you might need some help,”

“John, when did you become so accurate with a bow?”

John grinned at Oliver. “Well, you know, I’ve had five years to watch an expert. I guess some of it rubbed off on me.”

Felicity smiled at them and then turned to Oliver. “Hey,” she asked. What’s the date today?”

Oliver shook his head. “I have no idea. Sometime in May, I think. Why?”

“Isn’t your birthday this month?”

“It was last week,” Thea told her.

Oliver nodded. “Uh, yeah Speedy, you’re right.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Felicity said to him. “You’re going to get some cake when we get back home.” She acknowledged all of Team Arrow as well.

“All of you are.”

@hope-for-olicity @almondblossomme @louiseblue1 @tdgal1 @ruwithmeguys @swordandarrow @geemarie @ibelievenu @cruzrogue @dmichellewrites

Is that what you’re wearing?

“Please tell me that this is just one of your jokes?” Fred and George showed up to the yule ball in their finest matching baby blue suits.

“I thought you would like it, love.” Fred’s face fell a little from your sudden turn in opinion.

“Well, I don't hate it. It’s just a very. Strong look.” George couldn't last another second as he watched this little conversation go on.

“Go on Fred. She looks gorgeous and we look like a couple of clowns. Maybe we should do something about it.” You were a little confused by the whole situation before the twins flicked their wands transforming their blue robes to wonderful tux’s looking like two suave gentleman.

“Oh thank god!” Running into Fred’s arms you couldn't hide the smile from the good news.

“Oi, I thought we looked right smart.” George on the other hand wasn’t as relived as yourself. Giving a good slap to Fred’s chest you pulled him down by his tie to give him a quick peck.

“I wasn't getting kissed in that outfit. An I’m quite fond of kisses.” George rolled his eyes as he spotted his date coming down the stairs.“Did well?” Fred took a step back spinning so you can have a good look at the whole outfit.

“You look wonderful.” Fred smiled as he grabbed your hand giving you a quick spin.

“You look pretty alright yourself. Now when are you going to wave your wand and change?” Fred couldn't hold back the laugh as you continued to give him playful smacks on his chest and arms.

“You are such a little shit.” Fred pulling you close before giving you a longer kiss than the one from before.

“I think it’s not fair to the other girls that you look this beautiful.” Rolling your eyes you pulled him in for another kiss. Even when he was being a true git he was still the sweetest.

ayamabuki  asked:

You're absolutely wonderful, exquisite being. How can you and your art be so lovely. <3 If Ghost Lights ever gets a hard copy I would certainly buy it. For now I just concentrate on the coins. Hope you will have a wonderful day.

wha //// look at you being all lovely yourself thank you thank you tHANK YOU

the coin tipping helps me so much already and i’m baffled at how generous my readers are. i saw you left a bunch of very nice comments too, you’re amazing 💕 /holds your hands

Ni hindi nga siya nasaktan nung ginago ka niya. Kaya bakit ka magpapatuloy sa paghagulgol para sa taong ganun? 

Gising na, oras na para magpunas ng luha at ngumiti ulit. You look wonderful when you laugh. You look lovely when you smile. You look the best when you’re happy. So please, stop crying and start moving forward. q

Anyone ever wonder what Terror!Sans looked like? Well here you go! :) Im gettin better at doing these in under 2 hours XD It took me like 3 days to make the first digi art thing I had ever done and it came out horribly XD but I am proud of the things I have been making recently. ALSO! DONT YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN ABOUT THE EYES?! I HAVE THIS WAY OF DRAWING EYES FOR SKELES AND IDK WHY I ALWAYS DO IT!

anonymous asked:

you have no idea how much I fucking loved Tom in Murder in the First! 1 the whole bad boy persona, 2 the American accent and yeah n the bad boy thing lol

RIGHT??? This show deserves more love (and fanfics, where are the fanfics???) simply because tom was absolutely phenomenal it. HIS EYES look wonderful in every shot with that devilish glint in them (or even the desperation lol) and that sexy SMIRK and INTELLIGENCE and SUAVENESS (─‿‿─)♡ and while i absolutely adore Tom’s English accent, his American one in MITF was so legit that i actually wished i could hear it more often o(>ω<)o aaaand the whole bad boy thing, i feel you mate.


is probably one of THEE worst movies I’ve ever seen. I can’t even believe I wasted my time watching it. 😑I’m actually embarrassed.
I wonder if Sigourney Weaver looks back at that and feels embarrassed too.
Smh. It was terrible y'all. So terrible.
The plot, the acting, the music, the ending…all of it was just awful. lol

Unless you’re being forced by gun point to watch it…I’d advice not watching it. Do yourself a favor and save your precious time. ..me, on the other hand cannot get mine back. No one warned me. But I care enough about you guys to try and save you.

You’re welcome.

Now at your local comic shop and digitally.

You need to check this out. Firstly, it’s an honor to be included in the Director’s Cut program at DC Comics. A lot of years built up to the release of the first issue so it’s nice to be able to give you all a peek inside.
Lots of great stuff in here, and you really get a sense of how the comic is made and takes shape before it goes to color (which is amazingly handled by Tamra Bonvillain). Todd Klein’s awesome lettering is in this version, and you really get a wonderful and close look at @NickDerington’s art, which is a major treat alongside allowing you to examine Shelly Bond’s notes on an early draft of the first script. The notes are brilliant, and any writer could learn something from reading them. And you can see that script really come alive through Nick’s art. Readers of the comic will notice the script changed considerably, though some of the structure is in place in this version. Also, we’ve done our best to black-out any spoilers FBI style throughout the script.
Thank you to all the readers for your support. I feel like we are just getting started. Arc 2 is on the way!
Lots of love-G

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