#ayyyyyyye

[strigct-a2]

      𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋.                   𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍.                    𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 ;        call    it    what    you    like,    its    all    a    whole    bunch    of    bad    luck. ©

[myshinspiration]

yayy questions for me..... :}

so one of my friends on hangouts sended  me a ton of questions to answer and welp here i am 

1. Age?

2. Favourite Tv shows? 

3. Last song you listened to?

4. Apps you frequently use?

5. Favourite band

6. Favourite song?

7. Favourite movie?

8. Last movie you watched?

9. Otps?

10. Favourite artist?

11. Laptop or Phone?

12. Best friend online?

13. Pizza or Lasagna?

14. Disney or CN?

15. People who inspire you?

16. Canadian or American?

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1. 13

2. Ducktales, Star vs the forces of evil, Raven’s home, Camplake bottom

3. It’s all love By Anderson Paak

4. Wattpad, Youtube, Tumblr, Soundcloud, Snapchat, Hangouts 

5. One Direction (yes i still love them... change my mind)

6. U&I by tobu, Just Sing and perfect for me by Trolls World Tour

7. Trolls World Tour (i Highly recommend this movie) and Five Feet Apart

8. Trolls World Tour again lmao

9. Debbigail(Ducktales), Starco(SVTFOE), Broppy(Trolls), Mcgretch(CLB)

10. Tobu, Justin Timberlake, Anderson Paak

11. Both >:3

12. TheDepressedinc on wattpad (we talk literally all the time) and WASSUP47 on wattpad as well

13. PIZZA!!!!!!!!!!

14. DISNEYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!

15. @sophfandoms53 @cl-babydew @randomduckydoodles I LOVE YOU ALL

16. Canadian

welp that’s it im out

this is gym....

signing out

sorry if there are any spelling mistakes 

i was in a rush

[mimik-u]

Sauna (III)

Part I / Part II / AO3

Arms behind her back, stout heels clicking reliably against the burnished floor, Yellow Diamond relays her final instructions of the evening as she treads her way to her next destination.

“Pearl, I want you to assign a squadron of Bismuths to repair that hole, and if possible…” She frowns ever so slightly, the sharp line of her mouth thinning into nonexistence. “…Blue Diamond’s palanquin.”

The little Pearl jogs to keep in time with her massive wake.

“Yes, my Diamond! What are my orders should Blue Diamond’s palanquin prove to be unfixable?”

“Then they’re to make her a new one.” An obviously is implicit in the sudden curl of her lip, the haughty upturn of her aquiline nose.

“Excellent, my Diamond.” And an apology for being so careless is written all over Pearl’s lanky frame. She wrings her pale hands; she bites her thin lip. She’d prostrate herself if her Diamond would let her.

(Her Diamond won’t let her.)

“Additionally, I expect a full transcription of today’s proceedings in my inbox before this cycle is over,” Yellow says as they turn a corner, quickening her pace from a slow, purposeful stride to a brisk walk, quite uncaring that her Pearl is sprinting to keep up with her now. “You may use my personal code to access video feeds of the prisoner before her escape; I want every moment she dared to defile these halls available to me in your report.”

“Of course”—the Pearl huffs—“my Diamond!”

Her fluffy hair bobs wildly with each exaggerated motion of her body, her scissoring hands an awful approximation of a windmill.

“And, Pearl?” Yellow abruptly stops in front of a pair of intricate golden doors, her gloved hand reaching out to hover above the faintly glowing interface. Unable to slow her momentum, Pearl smacks into her Diamond’s right leg.

She falls backwards, dazed, and Yellow half-patiently waits until her wide eyes have focused before she continues.

“Sorry, my—“ She stops mid-sniveling apology, violently remembering that her Diamond can’t stand sniveling apologies. “Y-yes, my Diamond?”

“No gratuitous doodles on this one.”

“N-naturally, my Diamond.”

Yellow types in the code—still unchanged after thousands of years—and closes her harshly lined eyes as the doors slide open with a pneumatic hiss.

Clever to be a Pearl—that’s what her Diamond says anyway—Pearl understands this to be her dismissal—rises to her feet, bobs her nervous head, and turns to leave, but Yellow thinks of one last request. It comes to her suddenly, like a lightning strike.

“Pearl?” Steam wreathes around her towering form, envelops her in a welcome embrace. She hasn’t made a movement to enter the sauna yet, her tall hands clenched tightly by her sides, the lines of her knuckles sharply defined even through all the fog.

Pearl pirouettes once more, eyes her Diamond with that always curious blend of apprehension and adoration.

“Yes, your Lustrousness?”

“I would like a report on Blue Diamond... how she is...” She hesitates, catches herself. “... what she is doing. She is not to know that I’ve asked. Is that understood?”

“Yes, my Diamond!” Pearl bows, and Yellow Diamond nods once before vanishing into the haze.

The doors grind to a solemn shut behind her.

They say she relaxes in there.

Rumor has it that she comes out a new gem.

—

Palms pressed flat against the wall, Yellow Diamond steadies herself against the accusation that that perversive Zircon so pointedly leveled in their faces.

That Pink’s shattering was not perpetrated by Rose Quartz.

That one of them, a Diamond—a Diamond!—could have had something to do with it.

That she or Blue… or even White… could have ever lifted a sword against their youngest member, who once skipped around the palace with flowers in her hair, who sang for them on long nights when the stars were dim and their gems were hollow.

She had a lovely voice, high and clear, like the pitching of a bird.

She would perch on Yellow’s shoulder and hum.

How dare she?

How dare you? She should have growled. She should have shattered that nervous wreck on the spot.

Should have made an ornament out of her shards and let her pieces be a deterrent to anyone who dared to cross her.

But… a common gem like her could never know… could never experience… the bonds which coexist between members of the Diamond Authority.

So she zapped her, bubbled her, and will forget about her soon enough.

There are more pressing matters at hand, and press against her they do, thousands of invisible hands clambering across her armor, welling up the column of her throat—choking her. The steam swells around Yellow Diamond, too, builds into a crescendo, a cloud, a hissing wave, a storm… but does not quite crash down upon her person.

As though it is waiting.

Watching her every frenzied action.

Which is an absurd notion in and of itself because it’s steam, and it adheres to no hard and fast physical rules, but her mind is racing against the heat, and her gem pulses gold in the harsh outline of her chest.

“You don’t want to get to the bottom of this!” Blue seethed when it was all said and done, her gait dangerous and slow, that of a predator cornering its prey. “You want to wrap everything up—her, me, all that has ever happened to us—in a nice, shiny bow and go on with our eternal lives! You’re callous, Yellow. You’ve grown mean.”

Yellow laughed in spite of herself, and the sound was harsh even to her own ears—metallic, clanging, cold.

“You’re deluded—more so than you usually are—if you think I’m going to take a morality lesson from a gem who has neglected her entire court for thousands of years because she can’t even rouse herself to stand,” she snarled, stepping forward as Blue lurched back. This was their tango, horrible and vicious and loud. “You sincerely wanted to hear more of that Zircon’s drivel about how we could have shattered her?! Did you wish to invite even more guilt on your conscience because I sure as hell—” She stopped short, but the damage was already done, the admission already choked from her gritted teeth.

Guilt.

She was drowning in it.

(She damn well knew Pink wasn’t ready to have a colony.)

“Yellow,” Blue whispered, her tall features crumbling upon themselves, dark eyes pooling, oozing with the sympathy Yellow so detested in others, much less her equal, her companion.

It was sickening.

Unbearable.

Blue Diamond extended a long hand, a tender one—perhaps making to rest it upon her cheek, her gem, her shoulder—but Yellow caught her wrist before the touch could land.

“Don’t.” It was quiet.

It was not kind.

The other Diamond wrenched her hand away, stung, her refrain clear in her arctic eyes.

“You’re callous, Yellow. You’ve grown mean.”

In the sauna, Yellow Diamond rears her right hand back and slams it against the wall.

Her palm caves inwards, chips the quartz, and little golden shards fall to the bench below.

Embed themselves into her hand.

Shattered.

The room is.

Pink is.

Sometimes, she very well could be.

Steam pours down like night, pitching upon her head like a scourge.

[feyjungwoo]

How @squiishysoo and I party

[barrelofbullets-blog]

[fangedfirecracker]

ıllıllı { @wouldshoot | ℓιкε∂ ғσя α sтαятεя } ıllıllı

she needed a break. someone had suggested vegas as an offhanded comment and it wasn’t like jubilee was going to be spending an entire week there. more like a weekend, take in a show, shop. she didn’t gamble really. at least the hotel had a nice bar. still couldn’t get drunk, but the bloody mary was good. she was distracted from her thoughts, however when she sensed that she suddenly wasn’t the only predator in the room. craning her head, she turned in the direction of the young woman who walked in the room.

[boyfriendjk]

kalelube --> kaledad

[crowbound]

Sending it back! Kid meme for our boys!

IF THEY HAD A KID || @dalishflame || accepting

NAME: Caterina ‘Cat’ FalkGENDER: Female

GENERAL APPEARANCE: Caterina, at the age of 11, has curly brown hair cut in a mid-length bob & dark brown, almost black, eyes. Of Antivan & Rivaini descent she has an almost olive skin tone, standing at about 5′1″. An urchin of the streets she dresses in a boyish fashion, wearing clothes far bigger than necessary, & often going barefoot. She favors the traditional Antivan peasant dress of loose clothing, intricate detailing in muted colors, & a multitude of sashes of light, billowing fabric. She has a somewhat boyish build, not incredibly petite nor lean, with an obvious curve of the hips & shoulders.

PERSONALITY: Having lived an orphan on the streets for a majority of her life she is not acquainted with ‘proper’ manners or social formalities, favoring a wilder, more reckless demeanor reflecting her rugged childhood. She is incredibly feisty & stubborn, unafraid of a little scuffle or a battle of sharp words. She seemingly has aged beyond her years & has a smart mouth, though she knows when to be quiet & watchful. Capable of holding a grudge she is a scheming, mischievous young girl with an infinity for harsh situations & adventure; yet, she also values learning & exploring, having a basic mastery of several languages after her years on the streets. Cat is street smart & quick witted, she enjoys a good joke or challenge, & can be a little distrusting. However, she never leaves a debt unpaid & shows her care for the people who have managed to earn her trust & affections.

SPECIAL TALENTS: Cat has a way with thievery; stepping lightly, silently with fingers adept in the way of pickpocketing. She is incredibly smart & has no difficulties with solving riddles or puzzles, even under tense or timed circumstances. After years on the street she has mastered the art of climbing & hiding, & more than that has mastered several languages. She knows her way around a blade & can wield a dagger or knife proficiently.

WHO THEY LIKE BETTER: Atreion, since he’s the more direct of the two, & can match her stubbornness without breaking a sweat. She likes him because he’s incorrigible & efficient, he always says what he means, & he’s feisty just like her.WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE: Kaeyonari, because he is more like her, knowing her experiences & being of the same type. She sees herself in him, & thus follows his example knowing he has experienced what she has & understands her more than Atreion does. She also depends more on him for this reason, accepting him as a role model of sorts.

PERSONAL HEADCANON: Atreion & Kaey came to know Cat in Antiva, having stolen from them during a visit to Antiva City. Conscious of the presence of the House of Crows in the region Kaey pursued gaining her trust with Atreion’s support, & after a few weeks they managed to make an impression on the young thief, offering something better than a life on the streets. It wasn’t until an incident with a Crow “recruiter” that Cat decided to accept their offer, reluctantly joining their small family.

FACE CLAIM: Ivana Baquero (Bonus Older Ivana Baquero Cat)