If I started a series on here doing my version of the marauders and ships during that era how would you guys feel about that? Give me some feed back here guys.
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If I started a series on here doing my version of the marauders and ships during that era how would you guys feel about that? Give me some feed back here guys.
Sorta done like this post
if i get the chance to art/livesteam/speed paint (what? trying something new?), would people rather see:
My Super ‘Secret’ Project That At Least Three People Know About (Against All Odds)
A Trace And Color Of One Of @the-east-art‘s Pictures? (if so please say which)
A Request From The Crowd
On my way (pt. 1) S.M.
Hey guys this will get more intense as it goes on so enjoy ❤️❤️
[Warning:blood, ptsd, and smut (closer to the end of the series)]
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It was time to go home, snowing and you were ready to see your family after 4 incredibly long years.you had moved to New York after growing up in Pickering the only contact you got with your family was via phone call and face time so you were beyond exited for some face to face bonding time with your family
On the fozen over roads in Canada it was traditionally hard to drive but there you are trying to brave the snowy frozen over roads in a rental car that you got at the airport after you landed trying to surprise your family this Christmas
It was just as pretty as you remembers pine and evergreen trees covered in white snow lineing the icy backroads out see highways signs but They where covered in snow so you didn’t really have much of a choice not to care they all ranged in colors red, green, blue, yellow but it seemed they where all just restaurants and boarding signs so it really wasn’t of any interest to you, what you didn’t see was the intersection warning sign you also missed the stop sigh and the bright red and blue 18 wheeler tumbling down the hill from the right as you where speeding through as soon as you saw it you slammed on your breaks but like everywhere else there was ice so the breaks did absolutely nothing you slid through the intersection you could tell the 18 wheeler saw you too because you could see his distressed figure through the glass or the windshield the next thing you know your being thrown off course with heavy impact and then black taking over your sight
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You can hear blaring sirens in the distance and through a little crack in your eyelids you can see the bright Shimmer coming off the snow and your sideways your leg
Hurts like hell you know it’s going numb from blood loss or pressure squeezed off the blood flow from your leg you see some black snow boots you try to screen for help let them know your still in there but you can’t damn adrenaline stopping you from saying anything you here a familiar voice but don’t think anything from it because you didn’t recognize it just assuming it was just one of those voices and then you try to move and you can’t but you don’t know if something is physically restraining you or if your ina state of shock and since your eyes won’t open anymore you can’t be sure and the effort to move is draining the all the energy you have gathered making your sight once again drain from your eyes
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You wake up in a all to familiar setting just in a different role... the opposite role, the patient, a guy that you recognize comes in you can’t put your finger on it but he looks so gloomy and sad he comes next to you to check you vitals your eyes are barley open he pauses to look over at you and lays a hand on your thigh you feel a familiar feeling in your stomach one you haven’t felt in 4 years, and whispers barely audible in such a way it made him sound like he was trying To fight back tears “dammit, please get better...” he then continued checking your vitals your eyes slowly open more and more blinking trying to clear your vision and you remember those brown curls that where sitting on the top of his head, the only person with that soft and beautiful hair in this town was one you new all to well, one that came to your house almost everyday during your childhood, because he was your brothers best friend the one that you’ve had a crush on since you new that cooties went actually a thing one that made your eyes light up every time he was over and nobody told you one that would make your cheeks flush red every time you caught him staring at you one that would crush your heart each time he got a serious relationship. It was him and you couldn’t belive it then you look down he was no longer the 18 year old you remember he looked in his early 20 like yourself it felt wild to be looking at him again still 1 year older than you like it’s been your entire life it just felt differently your staring at him when he turns to look at you one last time he leaves the he catches you staring at him and his eye light up he sees you trying to put it together through your eyelids and then both your eyes go wide you never expected him to grow up and look so gorgeous I mean he has always been gorgeous but it all kinda hit you all at once like a ton of bricks his eyes go wide to and you would kill to know what was going on in his mind but it was much like what you where feeling he forgot what your crystal eyes looked like how he felt when your checks would flush red or when you would talk even though your throat was soar and your voice was scratched he still thought you sounded like an angel he totally zoned out focusing on the way you sounded and the way your lips moved and he lost himself in thoughts of what else your lips could do and what you would sound like for him not even hearing what you where saying until he shook the thoughts from him mind to question you he softly chuckles and asks “ sorry... what?”
You lightly laugh and ask “what’s the prognosis” he looks away and you try to smile and giggle a little to lighten the mood but as soon as you do your over welmed with a sharp shooting pain in your side and on your eyebrow and moan the moan sounding sextual... not the way you intended at all Shawn turns around to face you and he goes blank and you could have sworn his eyes darkened slightly for a little second but it sure as hell didn’t go unoticed by you he then shifted closer to you over welmed by worry when he saw the look of pain that had spread across your face knowing that you had clearly not expected it his eyebrows furrowed “oh...right well your leg is not broken pretty badly messed up... but not broken ...but...” you interrupt him “...but I have serveral broken ribs.” You state and he try’s to figure out how you know this and the it dawns in Home “RIGHT oh ya your a doctor too” he chuckles... wow his laugh you totally forgot about the laugh it was like angels and a symphony all came together and formed the perfect laugh making you wanna scream but you couldn’t unless you wanted to be in pain so Instead you squint your eyes and throw your head back mouth slightly agape and Shawn takes notice of how hot you look he then angrly runs his hand through his hair you take notice of it and it almost looks like he’s agervated like not by you but your actions he looks... sexually aggravated and he’s staring at you trying so hard not to climb up on you right then and there and kiss you and you couldn’t help but stare right back at him in awe wanting him to hurry the hell up and do it all ready but he doesn’t he pulls on his hair and pants trying to Discreetly hide his slightly harder member and adjust his doctors coat but you see it, you catch it quickly wishing you didn’t blush so easily as he slowly walks up to you trying to level his hips to the bed in attempts to use it as a shield so you don’t catch on even thought it’s to late and he knows it too you feel a long forgotten feeling in between you thighs and he holds each side of your face staring straight into your eyes you look frantically from eye to eye trying to find an answer to all your questions but his face was blank and focused on your eyes and his once an open book closed shut and you have no idea what he’s thinking no idea how he feels and he takes one hand away a embarrassing sigh/whimper escapes your mouth at the lose of contact he just gives you a satisfied smile and reaches into his pocket to grab his flashlight to check your eyes he gives you a nod knowing you know the drill and follow the flashlight he was a couple of seconds into checking your eyes when they go wide and you gasp Shawn immediately turns off his flashlight and rushes his hands to your face eyes opening up questioning your shock a rush of small questions flows from his mouth “what’s wrong, are you okay, do you need something?” With this you knew he cared and you can’t help but smile totally ignoring the pain in your left brow and he gives you the look of a confused puppy and your like “hun, I’m fine I’m ok but my parents and my brothers have to call them I-, where’s my phone?” His eyes light up at the way you called him hun but then remembered that was normal you addressed everyone as hun and then listening to your reassurance a flood of relief floods his face he lets you finish and smiles at you softly “hey it’s okay they are your emergency contact we already called them” and then you feel overcome with sleepyness and you feel your head falling back and there you are except the leg that was niece numb now feels like it had been stabbed all over and you still can’t move
I had to keep my sketch light sooo Tell me if I got anything wrong for the inside of the plane, This is just the contour (outline) of the drawlin’ thus far. The inside of the ‘frame’ (opening) is a beach. Take a wild guess what it’s based off of. I’m trash.
hi guys
should i make a side blog for supernatural or do you guys mind if i reblog supernatural on this blog?
i want to change jasmine's fc but idk to what. there aren't enough rp icons of victoria justice and idk... here's what i was thinking...feedback please
barbara palvin
lauren jauregui
kylie jenner
andrea russett
selena gomez
Competition Menu!
So im working on a menu for a competition that im in (for those of you who were here last year, its that one that I talked about nonstop) and since im the team leader this year its on me to make the menu. this is what I got so far
Appetizer
Wasabi butter poached pickerel on a bed of ginger steamed rice with a wilted arugula salad
Main ( this one im still working on quite a bit)
the meats i have to use are elk shank and ground bison(im so lost, any help with those two meats please inbox me if you have any experience cooking them) I know that they are both game-y and need fat added to them so im going to do a butternut squash puree with thyme and honey as my starch and for a sauce im going to make a gooseberry and elderflower compote
Dessert (most excited for)
a dark chocolate mousse inside a chocolate sphere sitting on a white chocolate cage. inside the cage im going to have a earl grey macaroon filled with something (idk yet) maybe a rosemary cream of some sort
Brutal Honesty Time
Does anyone like my muse, or wish to roleplay with him? I've started to wonder, because even though I'm new to RP on Tumblr and unsure what the norm is, every RP I've started died after the first response, and that just doesn't feel right....am I wrong?