“And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loved / Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above” Pompeii, Bastille
More dances from @wittyy-name and @wolfpainters fic Shut Up and Dance With Me! And right after their update, I’m so excited. I was finishing the colors for Anaconda!Keith while I was on the stream with them (which was a blast I’m so excited that I got the courage up to join them).
The videos for the dances are here, for Pompeii, and here, for Anaconda. Seriously, watch them they’re amazing!!! Pidge and Hunk are coming up next, along with Pidge and Lance dancing to Shakira! (I’m seriously having a blast can you tell?)
As promised bonus Keith dancing to Anaconda under the cut because I am nothing if not self indulgent:
Late Valentine’s Day drawing lol. I wanted this to look like something from a scrapbook. Maybe Shimizu and Yachi keep scrapbooks (i feel like Suga will be the provider of the stolen intimate KageHina pics lmaooo) or maybe even Natsu omg
I still can’t believe I was Straight™ for like fourteen years, I look back on it and just ??? How??? Child, did you never see a girl? And nonbinary folks are like legit ethereal deities, how did you survive not knowing you were pansexual how
Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 4- First Sleepover
I’m pretty late with this! For most of you it’s probably Day 5 already lol. But I really wanted to give this one a try. This is how I imagine things, and I guess it doesn’t really directly conflict with canon, despite the fact that this theme doesn’t have to be canon compliant. Idk, hope you guys enjoy it…gonna go do laundry now lol!
He Needs The Space
Molly peered over the edge of her bed, looking down into the sea green eyes that stared back at her.
“Honestly, it’s fine. I’d actually feel better if you just came up here,” she stated sincerely.
It wasn’t a lie. She did hate to think of him sleeping on the hard floor.
Sherlock had turned up at her door a couple hours before, dripping wet and looking like a stray dog in need of some loving care. Molly didn’t hesitate to invite him in. True, she’d only known him a couple of months, but Mike Stamford had known him longer. She’d heard nothing but good things. Well, perhaps not everything was good. But she’d heard enough to know he wasn’t a man to distrust or fear. And besides…she could just tell.
It was painful for her to think of him bouncing around from place to place since his move to the city some weeks before. Apparently there was no family or friends he cared to stay with. She hated to think of him in the streets or God knows where else. Molly couldn’t say for sure what had motivated him to descend on her flat that night, but she was awfully glad he did.
I almost forgot! Since I changed my icon, I wanted to upload the pic for the old one here. It’s really simplistic but I had a few people say they liked it a lot, and I figured like. Idk. I’m 99.9% sure I’m not gonna go back to it (yet?) so if you’re one of those people and you wanna use it, go crazy with it! As long as you credit me for it of course ^^