“No, you can’t. You asked if you can like him. No, you can’t. Eun Hee-shi, you can’t like Goo Jung Hee-shi. Goo Jung Hee-shi is my ex-husband, is and always will be children’s dad, and whereas we have filed the divorce papers, he’s still my friend and will continue to be so. He needs to be healthy and well. That’s why it’s a no.”
so i was lucky enough to snag one of @projectnelm’s commission slots for one of my OC’s. can i just say that i woke up to this and CRIED? (happy tears of course)
i cannot put into words how grateful i am for getting the chance to have one of my favorite artists do a piece for me of one of my characters. it’s such an awesome feeling to see one of my beloved characters plucked out of my imagination and depicted so perfectly.
I know I haven’t posted in a while and I really haven’t had the time tbh, but I had to post for my baby’s bday so HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAMON SALVATORE!!! YOU ARE PERFECTION BB DONT LET ANYONE TELL U OTHERWISE XXXX
okay but really can you imagine hannah getting the job as matron and her and neville working together?? and they sit next to each other when they eat breakfast and are all married couple and forget that basically all their students are sitting there and can see them flirting, and he gets so excited on her first day because he misses her during the school year and seeing her every few weekends just wasnt the same and actually having her at the school with him all the time is more than they could have asked for, and he like takes her around showing her things and she has to remind him that she went to school there too and he gets all bashful but ultimately he doesn’t even care at all. and he visits her all the time, like one of his kids hurt themselves pruning and he takes them to the hospital wing himself with this look on his face because he knows he doesnt need a reason to see his wife but sometimes he just likes going when he has the chance anyway. and hannah is really really good with the students doing their newts and their owls or just any exams because she remembers having flipped out doing her own and she just sits up there and lets them come talk to her when they get stressed or she takes them for walks like through the greenhouses to look at all the new plants until they calm down
and then they have their nights when the wing is empty, and for once neville doesnt need to mark any papers and they have their firewhiskey because she freaking ran a bar for an undisclosed number of years and g-damn she’s going to enjoy a good glass of it every now and then with her husband
and i just have a lot of emotions about how perfect they are
Erwin and Levi taking an afternoon nap after a long day of training, paperwork, etc., please :)
Thank you Anon and I hope you don’t mind if I dedicate this one to cherrymoyaya whose birthday was yesterday (I was not prepared щ(ಥ益ಥщ) but really wanted to write something for you).
BTW that anon who asked about fic preferences was me! So here is some Eruri fluff and porn, plus implied Jeaneren.
Happy birthday dear!! Thank you for your beautiful art, A++++ porn, and just general sweetness; you are a blessing to this fandom.
Words: ~2500; Rating: the last scene is porn, everything else is G :)
Erwin smiles. “I slept alright. A little cold, though—” you
know how it gets when you’re not there.
“Sir, there are extra blankets in the basement,” Petra
pipes up from across the table, eyes worried. “I’d be happy to grab them for
you; we can’t have you getting sick.”
“That’s alright. I’ll manage,” Erwin assures her, and
Levi scoffs quietly, off to the side.
“The writers and I went through a lot of permutations for the very ending moment of the story. And we went through the many months, probably we started talking about this a year or more in advance of us actually conceiving it and writing it. Do you actually see him expire, do you not? Do we go out in a Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid kind of a moment? Is it suicide by cop? Is it this is it that? What we finally landed upon was the basic question of ‘what does Walt want? Where is his head really at in this given moment?’ And we said to ourselves, wouldn’t it be kind of poignant in a weird kind of ‘only Breaking Bad can pull it off’ kind of a way, that as precious as it were, to spend his last moments on earth with his his meth lab. His lab that he designed and brought to fruition.” - Vince Gilligan
“The lab equipment became like a talisman. He’s touching, he’s remembering, he remembers his tutelage of Jesse…this moment gave him just enough adrenaline to last, to be alive for an extra couple minutes. And put one final touch on your existence before you go.” - Bryan Cranston
nextraordinaire submitted: here’s the smol!charle for you! i am the slowest there is this is a week late but–
*tries to lean against door jamb but slips and falls out of frame*
Later on, when the initial panic had died down to something more of a simmer, Hank would admit that there had been a ( – only theoretical, very remote, not likely at all, it really shouldn’t have gone so far, I don’t know why – ) risk of this happening.
The serum was meant for an entire body. So the formula had to be a strong one, even in small doses. It was also initially a two-stage deal – first regressing the effects of his ‘cure’, then returning his feet to a human shape. From the beginning it had been in two separate doses, but pretty early on, Hank had combined them into one due to a low-level fear of needles, and increased the concentration in the process.
Here was the thing though: Charles may have lost his legs at twenty-seven, but his telepathy had been with him from the very start. Too weak for him to really notice, he’d passed it off as as tinnitus until the white noise turned into actual voices.
The thing was also that Hank wasn’t aware of this fact.
But the most important part was probably that Charles hadn’t bothered telling him before he injected the serum into his arm.