anonymous asked:

Your hiatus for I Need Somebody is killing me

DON’T DIE! Here, have an extended sneak peek:


“Oh, Anya! Hey! Sorry, did I wake you up when I dropped that frying pan?”

Anya frowns at her and answers calmly. “No, I was already awake. I get up early.”

“Right, how could I forget? You were always pushing for those 8.30 meetings for cell bio! Jasper and I hated you for that,” Clarke says with a light laugh. “Hey, where do you keep your salt and pepper?”

Anya does not answer and merely continues to frown, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms. “You are in my house. At 8 in the morning.”

“Um, yeah, I guess I am.”

Anya does not say anything further, and merely waits for Clarke to explain her presence.

“I’m… making omelettes,” Clarke says uncertainly.

“I can see that.”

“My omelettes need salt and pepper. Preferably some cayenne powder, too, if you have any.”


“Um… Would you like an omelette?”

“I’m not a fan of omelettes.”

“Well, you haven’t tried my omelettes yet,” Clarke responds, attempting to sound more confident than she currently feels.

“No, I have not.”

There is a pause in the conversation, and Clarke simply continues to open drawers and cupboards at random, searching for what she needs.

“Clarke, you are in my house,” Anya says again, more slowly this time.

“Yeah, you mentioned that already,” Clarke says.

anonymous asked:

I would like to use your art as an inspiration for my adv Higher art in school (basically I'll do a study of your drawings and imitate your style a bit) if that's alright! but I have to have a name for you? Do you have a website? (Asking because I don't know if I can use your Etsy but I'll ask my teacher)

Oooh that’s so cool, I’m flattered that you chose me for this! I have a website yeah, here you go 

natural-killer-cyborg replied to your post “(if you haven’t read all of devilman are are now wondering if ryo and…”

thanks CLAMP

petition for CLAMP to write an entire devilman spin-off

mega-moth replied to your post “mega-moth replied to your post “seraphknights liked your post “fight…”

Do you have a link to the Devilman Lady manga and, if possible, the complete Violence jack? I can only find one image from the end of it and only incomplete manga scans.

yeah, here you go. warning for nsfw link. and nsfw manga but you probably already know that. and violence jack isin’t completely scanned, unfortunately. the spanish scans on  batoto go a bit further than the english though.

37726 replied to your post “fight me you big meme”


IT WAS YOU???? i’m so bad at this

sakurazuka-subaru replied to your post “mega-moth replied to your post “seraphknights liked your post “fight…”

After Devilman Lady I DESERVE my gay hell spawn baby.

FOR REAL THOUGH please deliver the good stuff, go nagai. 

anonymous asked:

@ the 25th anniversary anon: If you're looking for a recording of the concert with Norm Lewis, Alfie Boe, etc. (and Nick Jonas), it's only available as DVD and BluRay, but not as a CD or mp3. I have no idea why, but I spent a lot of time searching for it because I actually like this cast, but yeah. No album.

I thought this was the case! Here you go anon!

  • Sherlock:*sulking in the lab*
  • Sherlock:*turns to Molly's empty desk; sighs*
  • New Pathologist:*entering* Well, if it isn't the sunshine of Bart's. Didn't expect to see you again *grins*
  • Sherlock:Mmm.
  • New Pathologist:*mock pouts* Why the frown?
  • Sherlock:Kindly remember you're no longer working in paediatrics.
  • New Pathologist:*laughs* Sorry, love, it's hard to stop. Anyway, here's the test thingy you wanted *waving the paper*
  • Sherlock:*snatches it; reading* Hmm.
  • New Pathologist:What?
  • Sherlock:Molly used to circle the anomalies, she'd also include a note at the bottom informing me of anything she might have found in her autopsy. Or if she'd needed to run more tests. She always finishes with a smiley face, too.
  • New Pathologist:*raises an eyebrow*
  • Sherlock:*frowns* I don't miss her *storms out*
  • *via Skype*
  • Molly:*smiles* How's my replacement?
  • Sherlock:Like a children's TV presenter on acid.
  • Molly:*giggles* For some that might be considered a good thing.
  • Sherlock:*smiles at her for quite a while; quickly clears his throat* Um, I miss...well, it's not the- the...Bart's is empty without-
  • Molly:*softly* I miss you, too. And, um, everyone else.
  • Sherlock:*hopeful* Come home?
  • Molly:*rolls her eyes* I've only got a week left.
  • Sherlock:*nods* Right, yes... *awkward* Listen, I was thinking...when you get back, we should-
  • *knocking at Molly's door*
  • Sherlock:*narrows his eyes* Are you...expecting someone?
  • Molly:*grinning* Oh, yeah, that's Ryan. He's taking me to dinner tonight *jumps to her feet, revealing a lovely dress*
  • Sherlock:...
  • Molly:*bites her lip* I'm sorry. We'll talk later, yeah?
  • Sherlock:Well, I-
  • Molly:*blows a kiss* Thanks, Sherlock, I'll see you later *closes her laptop*
  • Sherlock:...
  • Sherlock:*sighs* ...have dinner *closes his laptop*

my bones are bustling with stars
and my soul lies so far away from 
a scattered dream called home

my heart beats alone against
ribs made of candysticks and
magic tricks wrapped up in a bow

my eyes are starlight set in position
upon my face, they flicker and race
across the world to try and believe

my hands are soft and childlike
with the fragile flesh and bone they hold
together my spirit as it leaves

my limbs are soft and sure
constellations concealed and revealed
against the daylight of a blue sky

my hair is smoke, wisps of it
fall against my shoulders and suffocate
me. i cant breathe as the fumes flow by

my heart is music, rhythm, pulsing throughout
the waterfalls of my veins and keeping me alive
not keeping me sane

my soul is not real, you cant see it
cant feel it. made up of dust and hope and
once tarnished by life, ruined it shall remain.

Imagine a Remus who wasn’t dating Sirius, but had a crush on him and yet didn’t realize it yet. A Remus who had his turn with the map and was looking for his friends. A Remus who stumbled upon Sirius’ name whose footsteps were hiding out in a secret passage… With someone else who shouldn’t have known about it. A Remus who becomes short of breath and his heart beginning to feel crushed in his chest. A Remus who tries to think of a reasonable explanation as to why the two would be together like that on the map. A reason that didn’t involve kissing.
Imagine a Remus realizing his true feelings for his best friend in one of the worst ways he could imagine.