you sir are a work of art

COWBOY BEBOP SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ❝ …Bang… ❞
  • ❝ This could be a trap. ❞
  • ❝ This is strictly business. ❞
  • ❝ Whatever happens, happens. ❞
  • ❝ Life is but a dream. ❞
  • ❝ You’re in a good mood today. ❞
  • ❝ Tell me what you’re doing here. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t try anything. ❞
  • ❝ Why don’t you shoot? ❞
  • ❝ Go on, pull the trigger. ❞
  • ❝ What’s wrong? Lose your nerve? ❞
  • ❝ You’re an original, aren’t you? ❞
  • ❝ Could you be a little quieter please? ❞
  • ❝ Great, a wannabe preacher with a gun… ❞
  • ❝ Guess you’ll have to chalk it up to bad luck. ❞
  • ❝ You’re gonna carry that weight. ❞
  • ❝ The one that’s insane is this world. ❞
  • ❝ Hey there, having a little trouble? ❞
  • ❝ Are you living in the real world? ❞ 
  • ❝ Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved. ❞
  • ❝ The more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❞
  • ❝ I’m just a humble bounty hunter, ma’am/sir. ❞
  • ❝ Pretending to be senile won’t get you out of this. ❞
  • ❝ I’m just watching a bad dream I never wake up from. ❞
  • ❝ Are you pleading for your life? ❞
  • ❝ You should see yourself right now. ❞
  • ❝ Do you have any idea what you look like? A ravenous beast. ❞
  • ❝ The same blood runs through both of us. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve bleed all that kind of blood away. ❞
  • ❝ Why are you still alive? ❞
  • ❝ Don’t give me that art of war crap. ❞
  • ❝ Time never stands still. ❞  
  • ❝ If you don’t work, you don’t eat. ❞
  • ❝ These Earthlings are weird. ❞ 
  • ❝ I’ll take care of this, you can go back. ❞
  • ❝ I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass. ❞
  • ❝ A star just fell from the sky. ❞
  • ❝ Cold climates don’t concern me. ❞
  • ❝ Your heart is colder than any planet. ❞
  • ❝ Remember, a snake cannot eat a dragon. ❞
  • ❝ We should’ve never taken such a risk. ❞
  • ❝ I’m fully aware of the danger. ❞
  • ❝ How long were you in there listening, [ name ]? ❞ 
  • ❝ And this time, I hope you have sweet dreams. ❞
  • ❝ I’ll meet you at the end of this world. ❞
  • ❝ Belonging is the very best thing there is. ❞
  • ❝ There is nothing more innocent and cruel than a child.❞
  • ❝ Man shouldn’t have to live on carbohydrates alone, complex or otherwise. ❞
  • ❝ I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for an eternity. ❞
  • ❝ Of the days that I have lived, only those I spent with you seemed real. ❞
  • ❝ My memory…finally came back…but nothing good came from it. ❞
  • ❝ There was no place for me to return to; this was the only place I could go. ❞
  • ❝ Why do you have to go? Where are you going?! ❞
  • ❝ What are you going to do, throw away your life like it was nothing?! ❞
  • ❝ What’s your price to keep this from leaking to the press? ❞
  • ❝ Either you give me the money or I put a bullet through your brain. ❞    
  • ❝ I’m not the type to be led around by a woman/man. ❞
  • ❝ You can’t tell the age of a woman by looking at her. ❞
  • ❝ You’re kidding yourself if you think every woman/man is like you. They’re not.❞
  • ❝ Why did you do all of this? For money? Some sort of revenge? Or perhaps just for fun?❞
  • ❝ Come on, hang in there, you hear me? ❞ 
  • ❝ When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. ❞
  • ❝ Tell me, if we had met earlier in life, would we have been friends? ❞
  • ❝ You know the first rule of combat? Shoot them before they shoot you. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not a criminal. Woah, that makes me sound more like a criminal, doesn’t it. ❞
  • ❝ You took all the money you stole from us and lost it in a gambling casino? ❞
  • ❝ This is real mystic and all, but uh, do you have anything to eat here? ❞
  • ❝ You know what they say, cowboy, easy come easy go. ❞ 
  • ❝ You told me once, to forget the past, cause it doesn’t matter, but you’re the one still tied to the past, [ name ]!  ❞
  • ❝ Don’t tell me things like that; you’ve never told me anything about yourself, so don’t tell me now! ❞
  • ❝ I felt like I was watching a dream I’d never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over. ❞
  • ❝ Do not fear death. Death is always at our side. When we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light, but if we do not show fear, it casts its eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity…  ❞
  • ❝ Men only think about their past right before death, as if they were searching frantically for proof they were alive. ❞
  • ❝ No one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. You move that line as you see fit for yourself. No one else can.  ❞
9

So, I bought a kind of a miniature dragon for my Dragonknight, and immediately ended up sketching like 3-4 pages worth of silly doodles about their interactions. So here: the adventures of Davius and Snek.

I can’t believe I actually took time to color and shade all these. o_o Ah well, good practice to ensure that my new system works properly.

“Who wants donutsssssss?” came a voice from the doorway.

In walked Chris, dressed in a dirty sweatshirt and a soaking wet red bandana. 

“Sorry I was late.  I biked here.  Trying to save the environment and stuff.”

Chris took a seat at the table and plopped down the donuts on top of the stack of spreadsheets.  Everyone at the table jumped at them.

“Um, Chris,” I motioned, “Our team is presenting now.  Do you have the graphs you were supposed to make?" 

I knew the answer before he even opened his mouth.  “No, sorry, I was getting the donuts.  And I biked here.  I’m trying to save the environment and stuff.”

I rolled my eyes.  Hank, the other man in our trio, went in for a donut. 

I tried to continue from where I left off.  “…and if you look at this chart you can see our eastern sector sales have fallen 12 percent…”

Chris raised his hand.  “Yes, Chris, what is it?”

"Is this going to take long?  I wanted to go try to see if I could break the vending machine in the break room.”

“What?!  Why would you even want to do that?”

“It’s a measure of strength.  Only a true man can break a vending machine.”

I tried to ignore him.  Everyone else in the room thought Chris was the best.  I could see it in their stupid donut-eating smiles.  Hank and I finished our presentation and then we all filed out of the boardroom.

I caught our boss, Mr. O’Leary, and asked if I could have a word.

“Sure, Charlie, what is it?”

“It’s about Chris.  He really didn’t pull his weight on this project, and sir, he never does.  I always have to pick up his slack.”

“What are you trying to say, Charlie?"  O’Leary glared.

I knew if any action would be taken I would have to be brutally honest.  “Sir, I don’t think he should be working here.”

"Sorry, son, but I like Chris,” said O’Leary assuredly. “Plus, he’s trying to save the environment and stuff.  Also, I want to see if he can break that vending machine.”

Memoirs of Dre-sha
Spikey Belmont and Sir the Sir (feat. that-cosplay-sans)
Memoirs of Dre-sha

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anonymous asked:

[1/?] Form vs. function - why not both? “Human Rosa, we’ve reviewed your designs for the new ship. We just have a few questions.” “Right. I’m sure you wanna know about the engine design — but I promise you the math checks out.” “No, we’ve checked the math; it’s very good. But Section 45GHJ1: why does some of it curve and taper? If it did not, you could get 20% more space for crew quarters and storage."

[2/?] “Aerodynamics?” “Aero— Human Rosa, this ship will not be entering or exiting any planetary atmospheres. It’s a space ship.” “Well, yeah, I guess if you wanna go for the Borg Cube vibe, sure.” “Borg Cube?” “Never mind. But this just looks better. Trust me, way more badass.” “Right. Thank you, Human Rosa. We will let you know our decision at a later date.”

[3/3] “At least this design didn’t have flames on it like Human Bobby’s did.” “Flames, sir? Physics notwithstanding, why flames?” “Not real ones. Apparently Human Bobby wanted to paint a representation of them on the hull. Said they would ‘look cool.’” “Cool, sir? Doesn’t that mean, in human temperature descriptors—" “Yes, I know. I’m as baffled as you are.”

This is really interesting because it’s pretty accurate–a lot of things we build have to balance form and function, because it we think it’s super ugly, we often don’t want to use it as much. If we have to, of course we can survive with only functional things. But given the chance, we want things that are visually/aesthetically pleasing in some way.

Humans like art, and we like to feel that our space is personalized in some way. I have my own office at work and have done very little decorating, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it actually looks less professional than my coworkers’ because there is little personalization and you don’t see much of my personality even though the space is fully functional.

Or look at book covers (which I do, a lot). Design trends change: when I was going through a ton of donations, I started playing a game called “what year was this published?” and I was often within about 5 years just based on the cover design. With fiction books especially, we often rely on the cover to attract us and communicate information. There are definite differences between the cover of a somewhat realistic story about two people falling in love, and the cover of a book about a half-dragon girl caught in political intrigue. Nonfiction books are even trickier–I see a lot of books that have very interesting descriptions but are have little to draw attention; gray-toned covers with stark white fonts look dry and unappealing.

Oh Sehun//Love Thy Neighbor

Originally posted by wooyoung

Summary: You move into a new apartment after your boyfriend leaves to go abroad, making your relationship long distance. You’re tired, stressed and missing him - and your next door neighbor isn’t making life any easier. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: neighbor!AU, slightly angsty
Word Count: 3,712

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Dreams do come true.

So I always told my dad “I’ll get a 9-5 desk job and do art on the side” whenever he tried to guilt me for getting an art degree and ask what I was gonna do for work when I graduated.
I got a graphic design job, loved it, but I had a lot of trouble keeping up with the system they had in place. Didn’t work for three months, threw my application everywhere, and eventually applied to be a car salesperson as a joke. I got a call back to schedule an interview and panicked, because I have literally zero sales experience.
When I got to the dealership I had forgotten who called me, which was bad, but the guy was super nice. He picks my resume up off his desk and says, “I see you have photography listed as a skill here. How in depth are you with that?”
Me: “I went to school for it, sir.”
Him: “Is that so? Because (nearby dealership) happens to be looking for a photographer, and I bet (GM) would like you. Let’s give him a call.”
Now I’m a vehicle photographer / webmaster for a car dealership.

TL;DR got an art degree, got a job, got hours cut to zero, didn’t work for months, applied to be a car salesperson as a joke, and they hired me as their photographer / webmaster.

I’m here to tell you that dreams do come true, and please list that seemingly unrelated skill on your resume because you don’t know who’s looking for it.

She has her ways.

ALPHYS
S-sir? Uhh… How’s it going in here?

GASTER
Hm? Ah. Hmph. Fine.

ALPHYS
Yeah? Making p-progress?

GASTER
Mm-hm.

ALPHYS
… Enough progress that you c-could take a break?

GASTER
Mm. Later.

ALPHYS
How about now?

GASTER
Now is not later.

ALPHYS
A-actually “later” came and went several hours ago, sir… It’s 4 in the afternoon now.

GASTER
And?

ALPHYS
You’ve been at work since 4 this morning, sir.

GASTER

GASTER
What’s your point?

ALPHYS
Nnnggh doctor, please! I’m under strict orders from the King to s-stop you if you overwork yourself! He’s w-worried you might-

GASTER
I am not overworking myself, I’m perfectly fine! Besides, 12 hours is nothing!

ALPHYS
SIGH…

ALPHYS
There’s coffee and d-donuts in the break room~

GASTER
!!

GASTER
… You foul temptress.

ALPHYS
Hehehe! I k-know your every weakness, sir.

GASTER
Impossible: I have none. 

2

“The Null Sector has been neutralized, operation complete, great work agent McCree.” 
_“So I’m clear to come home sir ?”
“Not until I finish with Morrison, but you done well kid, go back with the Overwatch Strike Team, we’re in this mess together after all.”
_“Got it, commander Reyes ! McCree out. ”

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  Live stream result ! 
  Uprising finally ended and I’m super happy that I got some of the event skin, included the Blackwatch McCree, so the guys deserve a breather after hear the good news. Thank you all Overwatch players that joined me and made the event much more fun !

“Kiss Me” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3,293

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Could you do one where you’re not super tomboy but you don’t usually wear “girly things” and to go undercover you have to wear a short black dress, basically what happens is a lot of tight spaces with you and dean and some accidental rubbing against each other here and there and it ends with some good smut where he basically just hikes up the skirt of your dress and you realize how convenient dresses can actually be 

Warnings: Smut, language, lots of sexual tension, unprotected sex


Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

“There’s no way in hell you’re going.” Dean shakes his head, not even considering the idea of you going on the case with them.

“Come on. You’ve been training me for months now, besides it’s not like we’ll be doing any actual fighting. It’s a goddamn dinner party. All we’ll be doing is socializing and stealing that dumb bracelet.” You argue.

You had been living with Sam and Dean for a few months now. They’ve been training you to be a hunter, but refuse to take you on any actual hunts yet. They keep saying that you just aren’t ready, despite kicking ass in training. Tonight they were supposed to be going to some fancy dinner party/auction at some fancy collector’s house, and you were desperate to go along.

“What if something goes wrong, huh? What are you going to do then?” Dean questions, obviously getting frustrated.

“Then I can be a helpful asset to the team! I know what I’m doing. I’m getting training from the best hunters in the country.” You beg.

“Dean, she has a good point. She’s going to have to start somewhere, and this is probably the best place to do that. The chances of anything going wrong are slim.” Sam defended you.

“What, both of you are going to gang up on me now?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine, you can go. But if you get hurt, I get to tell you that I told you so.”

“Ah!” You say in excitement. “Thank you!”

You’re not sure why Dean is so protective over you. You’re only a few years younger than Sam, not too big of a deal. You can take care of yourself. But ever since you moved in with them, Dean has been overly-protective of you, and honestly, it could be a bit much. You feel like he treats you like a little, helpless girl instead of the woman you are.

“But, those clothes are a no. You’re going to have to wear a dress.” Dean pointed to your outfit.

“I hate dresses. What’s wrong with my clothes?” You frown. You were wearing ripped skinny jeans and a flannel, nothing too fancy, but you wouldn’t consider it ugly. You like your clothing, even if it’s not the girliest.

“There’s nothing wrong with them,” Sam interjected, staring down Dean. “This event is just really fancy and we have to fit in.”

“I don’t even own a dress.” You realize. “Or heels. Or anything fancy, for that matter.”

“Guess you can’t go on the case then.” Dean sighed dramatically.

“You wish, Winchester.” You roll your eyes. “What time is the event?”

“Seven.”

“I’ll be back later.” You glance at the clock, seeing that it was almost one in the afternoon. You definitely had time to run to the mall and grab some stuff before tonight.

-

A few hours later, you returned to the bunker with a few shopping bags in each hand. It had been a successful trip- you managed to find a relatively cute but not expensive dress that had matching heels, and also some earrings.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you carry shopping bags in your life.” Dean commented as you walked past them to go to your room.

“There’s a first for everything, right?” You shoved a couple bags in his arms, making him help you bring them to your room.

“You know, I’m not trying to be mean. I just don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

“Dean.” You set the bags on your bed, turning around and looking at him in the eye. “You don’t have to act like my big brother. I’m okay. I can take care of myself.”

Dean looks at you, seeming like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I’ve got to start getting ready, so…” You trail off, implying that he needed to leave.

“It’s only four. It starts at seven.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Uh, trust me, girls take a long time to get ready. Now, get out.” You laugh, playfully shoving him out the door. He raises his hands in surrender, and closes the door behind him.

You are determined to look good tonight, to go all out. You rarely ever dressed up, hence why you didn’t have any nice clothing. This was probably the last time you’ll ever dress up as well, you hate dresses, so why not make the most of it?

You started out by taking a shower and making sure that you used your favorite body wash that left a good scent on you for hours. You normally only used it for when you were going on a date, but this is a special occasion.

You then blow-dryed your hair and curled it, which was a nice change from your usual ponytail you typically threw it in. Next you applied makeup, which was also a nice change from the bare face you normally sported. You have clear skin and decent eyelashes, so you didn’t think you needed makeup on a day to day basis. Tonight, you were rocking a smoky eye and red lip combo, thanks to the YouTube tutorials you had watched. You attempted to put on fake eyelashes, but they were a complete fail so you just went without them.

The last thing you did was put on your dress. You looked in the mirror and admired yourself once it was on. Man, is that dress sexy. It was a tight, bodycon style that stopped just below your butt, showing off all the right curves of your boy. Paired with the black heels, you looked good.

You were about to grab your purse when you hear a knocking on your door.

“Y/N? It’s almost seven, we’ve got to-“

You interrupt them by opening the door, revealing both Sam and Dean standing there. The reactions of both of their faces are priceless. Sam raised his eyebrows and glanced away, doing his signature nervous gulp. Dean, oh poor Dean, he didn’t know what had hit him. He couldn’t look away. He had never seen you look so… Good.

“You can take a picture if you want.” You tease, walking past them. They both cleared their throats and watched as you walked past them, not moving a muscle.

“You know, boys, we’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on it.” You say.

“Yeah yeah.” Dean mumbled, rushing to get to the impala.

The ride there was uncomfortable, to say the least. You couldn’t sit in the backseat since Dean hadn’t cleaned it, and you didn’t want to get anything on your dress. Sam was entirely too tall to sit back there, and there was no way in hell that Dean was letting either of you drive. So, that left you to be in your current predicament- squished between the both of them in the front seat.

Sam was polite enough to try and scoot over as far to the door as possible, which was nice. You had some room, but you were still basically attached to Dean on the hip. Your thighs were touching and your shoulders were bumping into each other, and no one said a word the entire ride there.

When you finally reached the house, you couldn’t be more happy to get out of that car. You stepped outside of the impala, enjoying the feeling of the warm summer air hitting your skin.

“How are we going to go about this?” You asked them, leaning against the impala. You couldn’t exactly go inside without a plan.

“The bracelet is inside one of the upstairs bedroom, inside the top drawer of one of the dressers. We’ll socialize for a little bit, whatever, and then I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom and go find the bracelet upstairs. You and Sam can keep watch downstairs.” Dean directed.

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” You say. You link arms with the both of them and walk inside the house, which was absolutely beautiful. You’re enchanted by architecture and all of the collections spread about the house. It was something out of a movie.

“Grab a glass of champagne. Fit in.” Dean whispered to you, not looking at you as he waved to a person across the room. You took a glass from the table behind you, taking a small sip as the person Dean waved to came over to the three of you.

“Hello! What brings you guests here today?” The man asks, all smiles. He must be the owner of the house.

“Just very interested in seeing what you have up for auction today, Sir. You have lovely collections.” You tell him, putting your charm on.

“Why, thank you!” He smiles.

“So, why don’t you tell me about some of these pieces? I’d love to know more.” You lie, hoping to keep the man’s interest long enough for Dean to sneak upstairs. It wasn’t exactly the plan, but it would work. You shoot Dean a look, and he gives you a thumbs up, and you can see him dash away upstairs.

“This piece of art work I got from Venice, isn’t it lovely?” He pointed to a painting.

“Yes, it certainly is.” You pretend to admire it.

He keeps on talking, and at some point you zone out. You look back over to where Sam was standing, hoping to see Dean standing there, but he wasn’t back yet. Odd.

You glance over to the other side of the room, and two men in bodyguard suits are talking, grabbing your attention. They keep glancing over to the stairs and over to Sam, and your heart drops. They must be suspicious.

“Excuse me, sir, but I am going to have to get back over to my friend. Thank you so much for telling me about the history of your painting.” You rushed. You didn’t wait for him to respond while you went over to Sam.

“Sam, those men are onto us. I have to go get Dean.” You say from a few feet away so the men don’t think you’re talking to him, so they think you’re just grabbing another glass of champagne.

“I’ll go.”

“No, they are already staring you down. You take one step and they will follow you up there. They haven’t noticed I’m with you yet. I have to go.” You turn around, taking a sip of the champagne.

“Be careful.” Sam whispered, not daring to look at you.

“I will.”

You walk upstairs, making sure the men don’t notice you. They’re still watching Sam, thankfully. When you get up to the top, you see Dean standing in the hallway, closing one of the doors to the rooms.

“Did you get it yet?” You asked, running over to him, which is difficult in heels.

“No, there are so many goddamn rooms in this house, I’ve still got like five more rooms to check.” He says. “Why are you up here?” He questions.

“People are onto us. You need to hurry.”

Just as you say that, you can hear people walking up the stairs. You grab Dean and pull him behind one of the columns, just to where you two were out of sight to anyone walking in the hallway. You admit, the two of you were in a compromising position. He was leaned up against the column and you were pressed up against him, your head against his chest.

He goes to say something, but you press you hand against his mouth and raise a finger to your lips, indicating that he needs to be quiet.

“I don’t see anybody up here. You’re just being paranoid, Seb.” You hear a man’s voice booming from down the hallway. The voices trail away as well as their footsteps, and you peek your head around the corner.

“We’re clear.” You whisper. Your bodies are still pressed together, and Dean looks down at you, you feeling his hot breath against your skin. His eyes are sparkling and his arms are wrapped your waist- you admit, he looked really good.

“We, uh, we need to find the bracelet.” You say nervously, pushing yourself away from him.

“Right. The bracelet.” He nods, following you back into the hallway.

“I haven’t checked this room yet.” Dean points to a door, and you follow him inside. Just like the rest of the house, the room is absolutely beautiful.

You walk over to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer. A shiny bracelet with a blue stone in the center of it was set on top of a pillow, almost begging to be taken.

“This it?” You hold it up to Dean.

“Yes, thank god.” Dean shoves it in his tuxedo pocket.

You footsteps approaching the room, along with the same man’s voice from earlier. Panic fills your chest and you freeze. How are you supposed to explain this if they walk in? You can’t exactly just be like, ‘Hey, yeah we were stealing your jewelry. Excuse us.’

“Dean, kiss me.” You say.

“Wh-“ He begins, but you cut him off by pressing your mouth to his. He kisses you back immediately, sneaking his arms around your waist and bringing you into the same position you were in at the column. The door to the room opens, and you and Dean pull apart.

“Oh, we’re terribly sorry-“ The man apologizes, blush filling his cheeks.

“Yeah, you should be.” Dean snaps, and the door closes. The two men outside start mumbling and then they walk away.

“That was-“ Dean looks at you, an expression you can’t quite read.

“Yeah, fuck, that was close. Good thing I was here to save the day.” You joke.

“Yeah. Close.” He breathes heavily.

“We should leave now. Before someone realizes its missing.” You start to walk out the door. Dean is silent as he follows you back downstairs. Sam has a relieved look on his face when he sees the two of you coming back unharmed.

“I thought you were both screwed when I saw them go upstairs.” Sam says, the three of you walking back to the impala.

“Yeah, we came close to getting caught. They opened the door while we were in the room grabbing it.” You slide into the car, back into your uncomfortable middle seat.

“How’d you manage to get out of that one?” Sam looks shocked. Dean grunts, and sits down to your left to start the car. His hand landing on your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Said we were looking for the bathroom.” You lie. You’re not sure why you just lied to Sam, but the feeling of Dean’s hand inching up your thigh was not a feeling you ever thought you’d get from Dean. Sure, he’s attractive, but you had never really thought of him that way before… Not until tonight.

The drive back to the bunker was ten times more uncomfortable than the drive there. Dean’s hand never left your thigh, but the minute it would get to the hem your dress, he would bring his hand back down to your knee, repeating the process. Your breath was hitching and you were sure that you were soaking through your underwear. If Sam noticed what was going on, he never said anything. He just kept his eyes focused on the window the entire time.

The minute you got to the bunker, Sam shot out of the car and went to his room, looking uncomfortable. Oh, he knew.

“Y/N, we have to talk…” Dean sets the keys down on the kitchen table.

“Look, it was just purely for business-“

“No, it wasn’t. You felt it, too. And I could tell how turned on you were in the car.” Dean walked up closer to you, pinning you up against the kitchen counter. “Remember earlier today when you told me that I think of you as a little sister?” He fiddled with the hem of your dress.

You nodded, unable to form any words.

“You couldn’t be any further from the truth.”

He smashed his lips against yours, his kiss full of lust and need. He lifts you onto the counter, not breaking the kiss as he lifts your dress up past your hips, revealing your black lace thong.

“This is pretty.” He says, and he brings his head down to your lower area. He takes your thong between his teeth, bringing the lacy material down your legs and onto the floor.

It was the most erotic thing you’d probably ever seen.

Dean starts planting kisses up your legs, starting from your calves and stopping right at your upper thigh.

“Dean, please, stop teasing.” You breathe out, desperate for more.

“Be patient, baby girl.” He mumbled against your skin, and finally his lips pressed to your clit. You moan, the feeling of his tongue on you radiating throughout your body. He enters a finger inside of you, making you moan even louder. You clamp your hand over your mouth, but Dean reached up and moved your hand.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He smirked, entering a second finger. With the rate he was going, you weren’t going to last very long.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m going to cum.” You’re a moaning mess, and he picks up his pace. You clench around his fingers, coming around him. Dean removes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, licking them clean.

“You taste so sweet.” He gets up, giving you a deep kiss. You’d never had a man kiss you after eating you out, but man, did it turn you on even more. Or maybe it was just Dean.

You brought your hand to his pants, palming his hard erection through the clothing. He groaned, and you started to fumble with his belt. Sliding it off, you pulled down his pants and his boxers in one motion, leaving his hard member in your hands.

“Damn, Dean.” You commented. He was perfect. He positioned himself with your entrance, and entered himself slowly.

“Fuck,” Dean hisses, throwing his head back in pleasure. He starts to move at a faster pace, the only sounds in the room being both of your moans and skin slapping together.

“I’m going to cum again,” You tell him, the pleasure you’re experiencing being more than any you ever had. The man knows what he’s doing.

“Cum, Y/N, cum on my cock.” Dean says, and this brings you to your second orgasm. The feeling of your walls clenching around him made Dean reach his orgasm as well, his warm spurts filling your insides.

“Holy fuck.” Dean breathes out, pulling out of you. He grabs a towel from the drawer beside you, wiping the two of you off.

“That was…” You trail off, unable to find words.

“You were great.” Dean tosses the towel across the room, it landing right in front of the laundry room. You hop off the kitchen counter, and Dean hands you your thong.

“Sam’s gonna be pissed you just used a nice towel.” You laugh. You slide your underwear back on, and you pull your dress back down your body.

“Worth it.” Dean smiles at you, kissing you once more.

“You know,” you pull away. “Dresses are way more convenient than I remember.”

was watching some animatics on youtube from the musical HAMILTON!“ I am hamilton trash xD 

szin made an awesome animatic to Aaron Burr, Sir - YOU can watch it here and you should. I thought her Lafayette looks pretty hot. (*///*) soooo… Drew him in her animatics version. (The t-shirt is from one of her older posts on her tumblr) Hope you like it @juuria Love your work plz keep it up! <3

Meant to Be - Part Eight: Silence

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Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays @iamindeedapotato @pipindaae @gad-jefferson @series-killerr @creepycute08 @viliantv @brienne-evenfall @sunshinerainbowunicorn @trickstrqueen @liv-livingafandomlife @gamzeenmakara @ham-for-ham @fruityfrootloops @canyoubemyfour @whimsicalfangirlthings @kakapo-the-owl-parrot @ssnips @iimnotyourson @theonethatscalledtay

Word Count: 2485

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @falling-open, @jamiltonhivemind, and @sovroski for drawing me tHE BEST ART PLEASE YOU ARE ALL AMAZING 

also @mymintispeeling for adding tags that literally make me laugh out loud (ex. #we’re reaching new tips of the yikesberg)

A/N: this is a lot… i feel like it’s badly organized aaah, but enjoy anyway <3


“You can’t be in here.”

“He was just trying to work on his art project.”

“School’s over, boys. Pack up your things and leave.”

“He can’t! He passed out.”

“That’s not my problem. We could have a lawsuit on our hands if the board found out one of you got hurt when the school’s supposed to be closed.”

“With all due respect, sir, that’s not my problem.”

John’s eyes cracked open slightly. His mouth felt dry. His head was pounding. He blinked twice to clear his vision, and tried to take in his surroundings. He was staring at a pair of loafer-clad feet. He was very close to the floor, but his head felt cushioned. He rolled his head to look up, and found himself staring at Aaron’s chin, set forward defiantly. He realized then that his head was nestled into the boy’s lap.

Aaron looked down when John shifted his head, and his eyes brightened. “John, you’re awake! Are you okay?”

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So I have a rose tattoo on my wrist and as an art student my work is charcoal and graphite and I do a lot of sketchy things. So my tattoo has no shading or color it’s just a contour of a rose and this customer asked if it was a prison tattoo!!?!?? A PRISON TATTOO??? 1. You’re insinuating I’ve been to PRISON and 2. This cost a ton of money I don’t know you who are you to comment on my body? 3. You know nothing about art sir and you’re also insinuating I had an amateur prisoner do it which is insulting the tattoo artist as well. Fuck. You.

anonymous asked:

tbh you (and others) need to stop making such amazing art bc i don't have enough devices to have everyone's stuff as backgrounds. tbh i'm just going to have to start printing things and putting them on my wall at this rate (lol jk, please keep up your amazing work!!)

print them all out anon. make a wallpaper. plaster it on everything u own. if you’re passionate about something u gotta commit sir 

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Tony: He has an amazing beautiful perfect robot body actually. A work of art made by the two greatest minds I’ve ever known. Jarvis designed his body and I got to build it and pick out his wardrobe.

Jarvis: I really wish you would let me wear a suit ,sir. And these shoes are a bit extreme.

Tony: That is a suit. It’s super classy.And besides I gave you Steve’s hair and my nose you’re attractive in everything now.

Jarvis: Sir I can assure you that’s the least of my complaints.

the-winged-wolf-bran-stark  asked:

So April 1st is Rachmaninoff's bday (talk about unlucky) meaning time to listen to his 4 Piano concertos! And hopefully you'll post a work of his for today. But here's a question: Instead of a top 5, what are your top 10 works from him? :P

Ironic because I wouldn’t consider him a “humorous” composer. But yes I definitely will post something by him today. And also, thanks for the challenge! My personal top 10 Rachmaninoff works…

10 - Liturgy of St. John Chrysostom: A beautiful choral work, though a bit slow at times. Very contemplative. The ending jubilation that it builds up to is my favorite moment.

9 - Suite no. 1 [Fantaisie-Tableaux] for two pianos: The idea behind this work makes me think of Debussy, only because it’s four musical pictures without a strong relation to each other. The opening Barcarolle is gorgeous, and the dramatic Easter is a great ending.

8 - Symphonic Dances: One of the few Rachmaninoff works I’ve heard live. May as well be his fourth symphony. The opening dance’s harsh harmonies and pronounced rhythms gets my heart going.

7 - Cello Sonata: A work I found in high school, and I fell in love immediately at the opening, with its cold drone that immediately rushes into a dramatic storm. And of course I’m a sucker for any piece of music that starts dark but has a happy ending.

6 - Piano Sonata no. 2: Like a concerto for solo piano. When I discovered this work, it was through Alexis Weissenberg rushed and electric 16 minute speed through, and it blew me away. And when I heard other pianists play it at a more conventional pace, I fell deeper in love. The longing middle movement is the highlight, and the ecstatic coda to the finale makes me feel like I’m at the top of a mountain.

5 - Isle of the Dead: A piece I fell in love with in high school. When I started getting into classical, I was slowly developing my patience for longer and longer works [back then, 8 minutes was long, and 20 was forever]. This was one of the works that helped me transition, and I was blown away by how effortlessly the music was woven as one continuous flow through sections that felt so organic. Also because I was a little bit emo in high school, I was obsessed with all things 19th century Gothic and death in general.

4 - Variations on a Theme by Chopin: Another piece I found in high school. Since I loved Chopin, and I loved Rachmaninoff, the idea that Rachy did a set of variations off of his music made me rush to get it on my first gen iPod pronto. It’s an underrated work, a bit long, but worth it because you can hear the diversity in Rachmaninoff’s musical thought. It’s got all his trademarks; double function form, the use of cannons, Orthodox “bell” like motifs, lovely melodies, devilish piano technique, etc.

3 - Symphony no. 2: I discovered this work browsing the classical section in the iTunes store, and I did a gamble that goes against common advice: I judged an album by its cover. The cover of a recording by Sir Simon Rattle and the Los Angeles Philharmonic on the Seraphim label had an art deco painting of a woman on the back of a pegasus in a cloudy sky. That drew me in. And the music is so much more fantastic than I’d figured. At that time, the longest symphony I’d heard of [an entire hour?? Crazy talk!] and I loved every second of it. Especially because the first movement was woven like Isle of the Dead, which I was used to and wanted more of.

2 - Piano Concerto no. 2: One of the first pieces that got me into classical. Back when I was slowly acquainting myself with piano music by Chopin, Liszt, and Beethoven, and also Bach’s organ music, I came across a scene from an anime “Nodame Cantabile” where they had animated the main character playing the first movement of the concerto. I was surprised to see any show dedicate so much time to the music itself, instead of fragmenting it for common audience patience. When I listened to it, I thought it was the most beautiful piano concerto I’d ever heard. I still think that.

1 - All Night Vigil: I’m going to say it: his most underrated work. Everyone knows Rachmaninoff for his piano music, his “pop” melodies, his colorful orchestration…but comparatively his greatest masterpiece is ignored. I mean, it isn’t a huge surprise. A cappella music is already a niche category, a niche within a niche from the public [a specific type of classical music that’s less recognizable/accessible], and add a false cultural barrier [being specifically Russian Orthodox a cappella music] to make it more obscure to the general public. But the music is so…I don’t know. I’m not religious, but I understand what people mean when they say they feel spiritual connections. Listening to this work, back in college when walking around campus at night under gentle snow, was the closest I’ve come to having a profound religious experience.

It’s a question that comes up quite a bit in my livestreams. There is no big secret behind it and I am by far not an expert when it comes to likenes, but I thought I’d write my process down for anybody who’s interested in how I go about drawing real people. Today’s victims are the Hat Films boys!

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DAY 3267

Jalsa, Mumbai                   Mar 8/9,  2017                  Wed/Thu 1:49am



So .. of the many that read the Blog you may have noticed that the time consumed from the previous DAY to this DAY has hardly been 17 mins !

Which is quite alarming .. because normally the Blog takes about 2 :37 hrs to compose and print ..

Any way ..



So we are back again and in the midst of another missive, which hopefully shall get registered in a jiffy .. before the guardians of the Blog .. the two truly committed guardians - Rochelle and our lady from SanFrisco, Renate, begin to wonder if I have missed pressing the dreaded button for posting the material .. and then there are the other vigilantes - Sachin and AG and Prashant and so many others that keep correcting details .. “you’ve got the date wrong sir” or “the DAY numbering is incorrect” .. thank you people thank you Ef , whatever would I do without you ..

The making of ad., films is a challenge .. what would require 3 hrs to convey on film takes that amount of time, to convey in 30 secs .. it is an art, and a difficult creative exercise .. the writing, the concept, its shooting its PR and marketing, all go down in that 1 shift of work in the studio .. days are important because the contract defines number of days required in a year .. etc ..

But it is great .. the time spent for those ad., shoots .. the amount of studious looking men and women .. the concentrated charts and time lines and different jobs for different assistants is fascinating .. the execution is mostly done by the AD’s .. and that bunch of experts that sit sombre faced in front of the monitors, minutely discussing the angle of a leaf in the distance in the frame with such dexterity, that you must get to marvel their desire on focus .. it is a joy to be in their company .. mostly for fun reasons .. but all work oriented ..!!

The makers and directors that have migrated from Ad., film making to Movie making is astonishing .. and progressive too .. and rewarding as well .. they bring with them a culture that blends quite convincingly with the content required for film .. their ideas and stories are somewhat different .. and they strive for novelty .. if a large number of recent years films have enjoyed a different story line and thought, it is largely due to the inputs that have been brought in by that special Ad., film maker .. so many come to mind ..

The film is on release .. SARKAR 3 .. and there is a deluge of posters and art work that gets carried on the social media platforms .. thank you so much .. there is a speciality on the minds that go into the understanding of SARKAR and I did give some impressions to journalists .. may be I should put it up on another Blog .. I will …. good night ..

Amitabh Bachchan