#upset meme

[rainytumble]

When you've spent ages changing color/saturation/brightness and layer modes yet it still looks muddy and then you switch off the base layer to clean up something and realize leaving that layer empty fixes everything...

[ask-the-last-man-standing]

Mun: *having tremendous difficulty* Your socks smell!

Now, to Dunstan’s credit, he didn’t laugh, no matter how much he wanted to, “That’s… not much of an insult, honestly, because, yes, my socks do smell. One of them is coated with trench rot.”

[jack-snowflake-frost]

Olivia wasn't sure what had upset him, but nonetheless the child would stay by his side until he felt better. She got him a blanket and a pillow and put the blanket around his shoulders, she then sat beside him, keeping a soft smile on her face.

Numbness, that was all he could feel- or maybe, was all the he was at that time, since you couldn’t really feel numbness. No, he could only embrace the darkness consuming him. Or, so he thought…..

But the gentleness of the little stitched girl proved him wrong. When she put the blanket, a feeling of warmth coursed through his icy body. He felt something and it was enough to ground him. Looking down at her soft smile he felt tears form in his eyes until he could no longer actually see her, but he knew she was still the older boy worked up the faintest of smiles for her. Maybe he wasn’t okay   at the moment, but that little girl believed he would be okay, and it filled him with hope, enough hope to not give in to the darkness. “Thank you.” He whispered.

[hellsoverseer-00]

Hypothetical - Doc, Harkness, and Allen are all going to kill you. Which would you rather get you first? 'Hypothetically'

 "...Neither would make it 'easy' so it wouldn't fucking matter, but I suppose it would only be fair for my father to get first pickings...which he will."

[hellsoverseer-00]

Allen is now too standing behind you

"...Don't. Don't say that! You're lying." 

[rigamortician]

If Grian appeared to Anthea in the middle of the night she'd tell him to fuck off to the spare bedroom because she doesn't share her bed with anyone.

And he'd take that spare bed anyway because he doesn't share beds either.

[rigamortician]

A grumpy bundle of blankets answers the door, pinching the bridge of its nose. "Wha-ugh? Ah. S'you. Come on in, then." The blankets grasp his hand and pull him inside before pointing to the couch. "Don't say anything. Not yet." The blankets waddle off, muttering something about a spot of tea and what sounds vaguely like an invitation. "Sorry, mate. Can't do a thing until I'm awake."

It's okay. He doesn't really want to say anything. The weary artist climbs onto the couch and curls himself into the corner, where he hulks over the arm rest and watches the vaguely Una-shaped wad of blankets as they waddle off to the kitchen. He watches the best he can, silently. His features are grave and he seems a bit..off-colour, like he's lost saturation in an over-saturated world.

[thepiratehero-a]

Without saying a word, Emma approached Killian, her eyes unfocused at chest height and behind him. As soon as she reached him, she closed her eyes and stood on tip-toe to kiss him soundly.

Killian closed his eyes when she kissed him, his hand moving to her cheek as he kissed her back slowly, taking comfort in her presence and the feel of her lips against his.