A High school student in Texas just trying to get by.
Fandoms/Favorite things in the world:
YAOI, YURI, The Grim Adventures of BILLY and MANDY, DCU, My Chemical Romance, Marvel, Supernatural, Adventure TIme, The Big Bang Theory, Glee, Paranormal Activity, Death Note, Naruto, Sailor Moon, PoT (Prince of Tennis), Inuyasha, Full Metal Alchemist, All of the Yu Gi Ohs, South Park, Harry Potter, Final Fantasy, Bakuman, Avatar the last Airbender, those shows you remember from your childhood but somehow forgot, ETC.
Hobbies:
Eating, Sleeping, Nerding out, Reading, Shipping, being a lesbian, Tumblring.
I follow back every time, unless your are:
A HUGE FUCKING BIGGOT WHO DOES ACCEPT OTHER PEOPLE.
Craig: TWEEK DAMMIT LET ME IN!
Tweek: ohgodmycoffeeistalkingtomeagain
I love doing crazy drawings like this where there’s random junk all over the place. Tweek’s room looks suspiciously similar to mine.Also, color scheme, what is that?
14th May 2012
Reblogged From pukingneoneels
Notes: 103
Can anyone guess the song?
IT’SATAYLORSWIFTSONGLOLOLOLOLOLOL
OTL I HAVE NO LIFEEEEEE
lovely.
(Source: prufrocking)
Wanted to draw dancing and Dick and Tim seemed like the way to go~
Uncover work~
“I can do this,” Tim told his reflection, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself. The stranger looking back at him from the surface of the bathroom mirror didn’t look very convinced—-or very much like him at all. When Dick had gleefully announced that they had to go clubbing as part of their cover, he hadn’t thought that it would be a bad thing. Better to be in civvies indoors than perched out in the rain and cold for hours, right? Logically, pretending to have a good time in a dance club should have been a piece of cake.
But then Dick had thrown tight-fitting clothes at him, and Tim had realized that he didn’t know the first thing about clubbing. He’d mutely followed Dick’s instructions, smoothing his hair back from his forehead with product and blotting out his more prominent scars with coverup. He was relying on his inner Robin to get him through the mission. Robin was much more talkative than Tim Drake, or any of the other people that he pretended to be.
But he hadn’t realized that he was in over his head until they made it to the club.
“This is a gay club,” Tim whisper-hissed, trying not to make eye contact with anyone that happened to be looking his way. He wished that the shirt that Dick had suggested wasn’t quite so tight. He usually wore loose clothing, and sort of hid behind his bangs. He felt coiffed and alien and distressingly visible.
Beside him, Dick just beamed.
“Why, so it is,” Dick agreed, smiling at the luridly bright crowd inside. His smirk was lit in rainbow fluorescents. “What gave it away?”
“The—-the, um—-” Tim’s face tingled with the heat of his embarrassment. “The bartender. His, uh. Non….traditional….rendition of the Robin uniform.”
Tim could only peer at the Robin knockoff from the corner of his eye, at a distance. He didn’t want to get any closer, because he was afraid he’d court a full mental collapse if he saw the full extent of the ‘liberties’ the bartender had taken with their old costume. It was warm in the club, but not warm enough to warrant his level of nakedness.
“He’s Cock Robin,” Dick said, with a completely straight face. “Says so on his nametag.”
“Which would explain his, uh…” He trailed off, sort of flapping his hand at the direction of the bar and looking pointedly away.
“The dildos in his utility belt.”
“Yeah,” Tim more squeaked than said. “Those.”
I can’t do this, Tim realized, his entire body locking up. There was a faint ringing in his ears, and the sweaty gyrations of the bodies on the floor looked almost grotesque and frightening. The fact that dancefloors triggered his fight or flight reflex said a lot about Tim’s standing relationship with close human contact.
If it’d been anyone but Dick taking him to a gay club, he would have been able to deal with it. The problem was, Dick was one of the very few people that he wanted to be in close contact with, and that meant that he absolutely could not engage. Not under such uncontrolled and unexpected circumstances. Not when there was a huge chance that he’d screw things up. Not when he needed this to go a certain way.
He’d spent a lot of time running mental dream scenarios just like this one. That was why he knew how easy it would be for him to ruin this slim, silly chance of getting Dick’s attention. He wasn’t prepared, and he didn’t trust himself to get it right on the fly.
“When in Rome,” Dick advised with a decidedly crooked grin. He either ignored or misread Tim’s apprehension, wrapping a hand around his wrist and dragging him into the sweaty, musky-sweet club floor.
When in Rome, grind as the Romans grind? Tim’s brain was buzzing and sputtering like a lightbulb in its strobing death throes. Everything had suddenly gotten very loud and very hectic and option paralysis had him rooted in place. He didn’t know what to do, so he froze up and did nothing at all.
“C’mon, Timmy,” Dick said, his tone low and gentle. He usually only trotted out that voice when he was trying to coax down kittens that had gotten stranded in trees. Dick’s smile shifted, softening. He curled his fingers in the back belt loops of Tim’s pants, tugging him closer. “It’s just you and me. If you don’t unlax, I’m going to start trotting out Dirty Dancing quotes. If I start 80s movies references, I may never stop. It’ll begin with putting baby in the corner and end in Tears for Fears. Do you really want to risk that?”
“No,” Tim said, letting Dick guide him in close. He dropped his chin, staring stubbornly at the black bat on Dick’s belt buckle. He stared at it, and nothing else, because he couldn’t glance up and look Dick in the eye. If he did, Dick would see that his face was on fire—-Tim could feel the heat of his embarrassment scald his cheeks and ears—-and the teasing would never end.
But he smelled like sweat and witch hazel, and when he Dick laughed, the sound soothed the sparking raw ends of some of Tim’s nerves. The warmth that pooled in his belly was worth the anxiety that came with sharing the spotlight with Dick Grayson: acrobat and exhibitionist.
“You can do this,” Dick promised, stroking the small of his back with one hand. “I’ve got you.”
And when he said it like that, Tim was inclined to believe him. He looped his arms around Dick’s neck and held on.
Omg I have the GOOFIEST smile on my face.
Why do you do this to me Quip?? Why huh?? It’s 5am and you’ve made me all giddy and giggly….I had to pause between the ‘l’ and the ‘y’ in giggle…so I could giggle again!
This was really just SO precious. You write such an adorable panicked Tim!
I love how from the first sentence, my attention and imagination is captured. I can just picture Tim’s face so clearly in the mirror and it makes me want ot reach for my pen.
He wished that the shirt that Dick had suggested wasn’t quite so tight. He usually wore loose clothing, and sort of hid behind his bangs. He felt coiffed and alien and distressingly visible.
‘Distressingly visible’ Your Tim is beyond precious. So adorable and insecure and he must seem like such prey to everyone. Clear that the slightest utterance will get a rise out of him.
Made even more obvious by how confident Dick is beside him
“The—-the, um—-” Tim’s face tingled with the heat of his embarrassment. “The bartender. His, uh. Non….traditional….rendition of the Robin uniform.”
Oh GOD, this had me snickering and it was just a downward spiral from there.
A HILARIOUS downward spiral.
He didn’t want to get any closer, because he was afraid he’d court a full mental collapse if he saw the full extent of the ‘liberties’ the bartender had taken with their old costume. It was warm in the club, but not warm enough to warrant his level of nakedness.
Omg, I just love the words you use, the descriptions. They just make it all the more hilarious and I CANNOT STRESS that this is the part, where having an overactive imagination become a nuisance.
Because omg. I am THINKING of all the liberties that could have been taken and it ranges from sexy to mildly disturbing
also
he was afraid he’d court a full mental collapse
Love that. Just love it.
“Which would explain his, uh…” He trailed off, sort of flapping his hand at the direction of the bar and looking pointedly away.
“The dildos in his utility belt.”
OMG…I AM DYING.
Tim, you are so precious.
The fact that dancefloors triggered his fight or flight reflex said a lot about Tim’s standing relationship with close human contact.
Love that line.
Yep, I’ll just quote the whoooole thing, because I really want to.
The problem was, Dick was one of the very few people that he wanted to be in close contact with, and that meant that he absolutely could not engage.
Awww, Tim bb, you are so cute D: I just imagine his mind is just repeating the word ‘abort’ over and over. And theres sirens and klaxons. All exacerbating his panic.
When in Rome, grind as the Romans grind? Tim’s brain was buzzing and sputtering like a lightbulb in its strobing death throes.
Okay the first part - i literally could not control my snort. Yes Tim, thats all the Romans did EVER.
And that analogy is so amazing XD love it.
“C’mon, Timmy,” Dick said, his tone low and gentle. He usually only trotted out that voice when he was trying to coax down kittens that had gotten stranded in trees. Dick’s smile shifted, softening. He curled his fingers in the back belt loops of Tim’s pants, tugging him closer. “It’s just you and me. If you don’t unlax, I’m going to start trotting out Dirty Dancing quotes. If I start 80s movies references, I may never stop. It’ll begin with putting baby in the corner and end in Tears for Fears. Do you really want to risk that?”
I really wanted to be selective…but nope. Can’t do it.
UGH. These babies. I just love how gentle Dick is with Tim. Probably not fully aware of why Tim is so dysfunctional right at this moment in time. But ready to deal with it.
I also really adore that he knows just how to put Tim at ease. Talking to him like they could be anywhere. Winning him over with humour. And then Tim trying for Dick. Because anythign Dick asks- Tim will try his best to do.
But he smelled like sweat and witch hazel, and when Dick laughed, the sound soothed the sparking raw ends of some of Tim’s nerves. The warmth that pooled in his belly was worth the anxiety that came with sharing the spotlight with Dick Grayson: acrobat and exhibitionist.
Ughhh love these lines so much. love the smell of witch hazel *___* Tim you just need to press closer and inhale. Do it for me - because I cant. Please?
God theyre so cute. I really can’t take it.
“You can do this,” Dick promised, stroking the small of his back with one hand. “I’ve got you.”
And when he said it like that, Tim was inclined to believe him. He looped his arms around Dick’s neck and held on.
OH GOD SO PERFECT.
They really art the most perfect. And you just wrote them so spectacularly and I want to BEG for more because you’ve made me greedy for them. But no, no Julie. Stop it.
Quipppp, you are seriously amazing. This was just so lovely. My cheeks are hot from laughing and smiling so much. Thank you so much fro taking the time to write thissssssss
Miserable Pema Meme.
http://memegenerator.net/Miserable-PemaSOMEONE GIVE THIS WOMAN A DAMN STATUE
Asami is curious about Korra.
i am so sorry selkkfk
I SHIP IT
muuuuch better.
YES!
love this
(Source: feministhollywood)
When people say these books are children’s books, as if to demean them, I balk. These books dealt with themes that adults do not fully understand or wish to. It dealt with racism, classism, sexism, homophobia, prejudice, and general ignorance. These books taught us that it doesn’t matter how you were raised, but that you get to choose to be kind, loyal, brave, and true. They taught us to be strong under the pressures of this world and to hold fast to what we know to be right. These books taught me so much, they changed me as a person. So just because they’re set against a fantastical backdrop with young protagonists does not mean that their value is any less real.
This.
First book: Starts with the double murder of a pair of twenty-one year olds who were much missed and leaving their baby son a war orphan. A child growing up in abusive conditions that would give Cinderella the horrors. Dealing with peers and teachers who are bullies. The fickleness of fame (from the darling of Gryffindor to the outcast.) The idea that there are things worth fighting and dying for, spoken by the child protagonist. Three children promptly acting on that willingness to sacrifice their lives, and two of them getting injured doing so.
Second book: The equivalent of racism with the pro-pureblood attitude. Plot driven by an eleven year old girl being groomed and then used by a charming, handsome older male. The imbalance of power and resultant abuse inherent in slavery. Fraud perpetuated by stealing something very intimate.
Third book: The equivalent of ableism with a decent, kind and competant adult being considered less than human because he has an illness that adversely affects his behaviour at certain times. A justice system that is the opposite of just. Promises of removing an abused child from the abusive environment can’t always be kept. The innocent suffer while the guilty thrive.
Fouth book: More fickleness of fame. The privileged mistreating and undermining the underprivileged because they can. A master punishing a slave for his own misjudgment, and the slave blaming herself. A sports tournament which involves mortal risk being cheered by spectators. A wonderful young man being murdered simply because he was in the way. A young boy being tortured, humilated and nearly murdered.
Fifth book: PTSD in the teenage protagonist. Severe depression in the protagonist’s godfather, triggered by inherited mental health issues and being forced to stay in a house where abuse occured. A bigoted tyrant who lives to crush everyone under her heel, torturing a teenager for telling the truth in the name of the government (and trying to suck his soul out too). The discovery that your idols can have feet of clay after all. An effort to save the life of someone dear and precious actually costing that very same life. The loss of a father-figure and the resultant guilt.
Sixth book: The idea that a soul can be broken beyond repair. Drugs with the potential for date rape are shown as having achieved exactly that in at least one case, resulting in a pregnancy. Well-meaning chauvinism trying to control the love life of a young woman. Internalised prejuidce resulting in refusing the one you love, not out of lack of love but out of fear of tainting them. The mortality of those that seem powerful and larger than life.
Seventh book: Bad situations can get worse, to the point where even the privileged end up suffering and afraid. More internalised prejudice andfearhysterical terror of tainting those you love. Self-sacrifice and the loss of loved ones, EVERYWHERE. Those who are bitter are often so with a reason. The necessity of defeating your inner demons, even though it’s never as cool as it sounds. Don’t underestimate those that are enslaved. Other people’s culture isn’t always like your own. Things often come full circle (war ending with the death of a dearly-loved pair of new parents and their orphaned baby son living with his dead mother’s blood relative instead of his young godfather). Even if ‘all is well’ the world is still imperfect, because it’s full of us brilliant imperfect humans.
So… still think that Harry Potter is a kid’s series with no depth?
(Source: fhloston-paradise)
Oh my God
Where is the AU where the Avengers are all on PBS children’s shows
Thor and Loki have a show about Settling Your Differences where Loki does bad stuff all the time and Thor helps him, although occasionally they have a Very Special Episode where it’s Thor who screws up
Natasha and Clint have a show about travelling the world so they’re always on location shooting stuff
Tony has a show about technology and Pepper is his producer
And obviously Steve would so some kind of amazing Mr. Rogers type of thing
THE END IT’S AMAZING
YESSSSSSSSS STEVE WOULD BE THE BEST AND MOST AWKWARD MR. ROGERS AND
OH
MY
GOD
STEVE ROGERS
YES HENCE THE ROGERS BIT
UGH HE WOULD BE SO ADORABLY FAILY AT A KIDS SHOW, ALL
“NEIGHBORS ARE GOOD. EXCEPT SOMETIMES THEY MIGHT BULLY YOU AND BEAT YOU UP IN DARK ALLEYS, SO YOU SHOULDN’T GIVE THEM A FREE PASS JUST BECAUSE THEY LIVE NEAR YOU, PROXIMITY DOESN’T NECESSARILY MEAN THEY’RE NICE PEOPLE—”
“TODAY WE’RE GOING TO VISIT MR. HITLER. HELLO, MR. HITLER. hello!”
“DON’T DO DRUGS. LIKE I DID. I MEAN. OH GOSH.”
THIS PLEASES ME.
(Source: scornandritz)
I ship that like fed ex.
genderbended creamsicle
headcanon-tiiiiime:
i imagine male!snowflake is a total hipster. more hipster than regular snowflake.
also i imagine that normal sunglasses have less trouble with being together with snowflake than male!sunglasses has since she’s known as a “slut” so people don’t really care that she’s suddenly lesbian and they don’t take it seriously, at least not at first. if it got out that male!sunglasses was dating a guy all of his friends would be disgusted. because they’re homophobic assholes.
now i shall shut up.
