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romangodfrey:

keep your friends close, but your enemies closer

like really, very close

intimately close 

so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck

and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation? 

turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.

make out with your enemies.

your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out

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thegeekindenial:

More Supernatural kink icon requests. Sorry, it took me a while to get these done. Real life is catching up on me again.

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Teen Wolf Fic Help?

I’m writing a Harry Potter AU fic featuring Teen Wolf characters and I need some sorting hat suggestions for the B-List Wolf Pack Members: Erica, Boyd, and Issac.

Also, I have little knowledge of those characters since I missed several eps from the start of S2. Any advice for how to maintain their voices? Any helpful descriptors? Sassy, Angry, Bitchy, Helpful, Authoritative? I think Issac edges more on the gentle side, and Erica is sensual with notes of melancholy. No idea how to write Boyd. Assertive? Direct?

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fillermiller:


i imagined him finding a box of homeless kittens and taking them to the winchesters because the sign said so and he couldnt take them to heaven./and because they were meowing/ 

I didnt know what to draw for Kriszti’s birthday…so i drew her diabetes.HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISZTI THANK YOU FOR BEING BORN

I didn’t know I wanted Cas and kittens until just now.

Apparently, finding lost cats is a big subliminal turn-on for several fandoms out there.

2spookykarkat:

fillermiller:

i imagined him finding a box of homeless kittens and taking them to the winchesters because the sign said so and he couldnt take them to heaven.
/and because they were meowing/ 

I didnt know what to draw for Kriszti’s birthday…so i drew her diabetes.HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISZTI THANK YOU FOR BEING BORN

I didn’t know I wanted Cas and kittens until just now.

Apparently, finding lost cats is a big subliminal turn-on for several fandoms out there.

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pembroke:

i’ve been wanting to do reasonable to assume fanart for a while now, and the new part in the series coincided with me finishing my giant commissions so well that hey why not do some now

pembroke:

i’ve been wanting to do reasonable to assume fanart for a while now, and the new part in the series coincided with me finishing my giant commissions so well that hey why not do some now

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schellys-mysteryanon:

andlatitude:

College AU Sabriel

The only problem with dating someone as ridiculously tall as Sam Winchester is kissing him.  Don’t get me wrong, kissing Sam is a glorious thing everyone should try (except not because he’s mine) but he’s just so tall!  And I’m not exactly in the running for tallest man on earth.
It wasn’t so bad for a while, mostly because we were sitting down or lying down, if you catch my drift.  The height difference doesn’t really matter when I’m straddling his lap, you know?
But lately Sam’s taken to goodbye kisses between classes and it’s all cute when a girl has to stand on her tiptoes to kiss her boyfriend, but it’s not cute when it’s me.  I made it perfectly clear to Sam that I am not getting on my tiptoes, no matter how tantalizing his lips are.
This time it was late.  I don’t know what was going on through Sam’s gorgeous head when he decided to take his four hour chemistry lab in the late afternoon, bordering on evening.  He claimed it was the only time to work it into his schedule, but it seriously impeded on our time.
“Do you want me to come pick you up?” I ask, “We don’t want you getting mugged or something.”
“I think I can walk back to the apartment fine,” Sam says, “I’d be more worried about you.”
I punch him in the arm.  No one gets to make fun of my height.  Not even Sam.  He laughs and turns to face me, hands on my waist.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can,” he promises, “Don’t burn dinner.”
“I would never!” I pretend to look offended, placing my hands on his arms, squeezing because I’ve got a buff boyfriend and you don’t.
Sam laughs again, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I reply easily.
I almost want to laugh because of how far Sam has to lean down, but I lean my head up, feel that familiar crick in my neck, and feel his lips against mine.
“Good luck,” I say as he walks to the chem lab, “Don’t blow your gorgeous self up!  Unless you can magically make me at least five inches taller!”
“Just buy those platform boots we saw on eBay!” Sam shouts at me, blowing a kiss.
Not that I would ever admit it, but I already bought those boots.  Oh the kinky fantasies those create.  I smirk to myself, thrust my hands into my pockets and walk back to the apartment.
Sure, having a super tall boyfriend when you’re less than average can have its disadvantages.  But I wouldn’t trade Sam Winchester for the world.


Look at you two talented f*ckers! The combination of excellent sabriel art / fic is too much for me. I’ve kind of exploded a little. In my pants.  

schellys-mysteryanon:

andlatitude:

College AU Sabriel

The only problem with dating someone as ridiculously tall as Sam Winchester is kissing him.  Don’t get me wrong, kissing Sam is a glorious thing everyone should try (except not because he’s mine) but he’s just so tall!  And I’m not exactly in the running for tallest man on earth.

It wasn’t so bad for a while, mostly because we were sitting down or lying down, if you catch my drift.  The height difference doesn’t really matter when I’m straddling his lap, you know?

But lately Sam’s taken to goodbye kisses between classes and it’s all cute when a girl has to stand on her tiptoes to kiss her boyfriend, but it’s not cute when it’s me.  I made it perfectly clear to Sam that I am not getting on my tiptoes, no matter how tantalizing his lips are.

This time it was late.  I don’t know what was going on through Sam’s gorgeous head when he decided to take his four hour chemistry lab in the late afternoon, bordering on evening.  He claimed it was the only time to work it into his schedule, but it seriously impeded on our time.

“Do you want me to come pick you up?” I ask, “We don’t want you getting mugged or something.”

“I think I can walk back to the apartment fine,” Sam says, “I’d be more worried about you.”

I punch him in the arm.  No one gets to make fun of my height.  Not even Sam.  He laughs and turns to face me, hands on my waist.

“I’ll be home as soon as I can,” he promises, “Don’t burn dinner.”

“I would never!” I pretend to look offended, placing my hands on his arms, squeezing because I’ve got a buff boyfriend and you don’t.

Sam laughs again, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I reply easily.

I almost want to laugh because of how far Sam has to lean down, but I lean my head up, feel that familiar crick in my neck, and feel his lips against mine.

“Good luck,” I say as he walks to the chem lab, “Don’t blow your gorgeous self up!  Unless you can magically make me at least five inches taller!”

“Just buy those platform boots we saw on eBay!” Sam shouts at me, blowing a kiss.

Not that I would ever admit it, but I already bought those boots.  Oh the kinky fantasies those create.  I smirk to myself, thrust my hands into my pockets and walk back to the apartment.

Sure, having a super tall boyfriend when you’re less than average can have its disadvantages.  But I wouldn’t trade Sam Winchester for the world.

Look at you two talented f*ckers! The combination of excellent sabriel art / fic is too much for me. I’ve kind of exploded a little. In my pants.  

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wardolope:

minimalist because i’m on my laptop, not my desktop and have no availability to textures etc;

best practices in workplace relationships | blackeyedgirl

(the) curious incident of eduardo in the nighttime | jibrailis

fortune and mens eyes | novembersmith

here comes the sun | oflights

in grander schemes than this | hitlikehammers

M.A.D | antistar_e

never marry for money | hapakitsune

shelter | harriet_vane

sweet on you | moogle62

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aniorro:

You have me now.

Gifs inspired by awesome breakfast fic written by endwithahypen ;)

Hulkeye is my crackship of choice, thank you VERY much!

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"Fan fiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language."

The Boy Who Lived Forever | Time Magazine

This is probably the best, non-judgmental description of fan fiction I’ve ever heard of in main stream media. 

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I will forever reblog this. 

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