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Thank you soooo much

I love it 💕

Hello^^ I just found your blog and wanted to ask for a ship with Marvel, DC and Supernatural. I'm a Gay TransMale, short and a chubby. I love reading (books/Mangas), watching movies, TV shows or animes. I enjoy drawing, mostly draw my feelings. I can be a bit reserved at the beginning but I try to be more open with my feelings and the things that I want. I can be very stubborn and I don't like when people command me to do things. I love cuddles but also need time for myself. Thank you very much

Hello^-^ I hope you like it! (A/N I am not doing DC anymore I am so sorry but I hope you like the other two!:3)

For Marvel I would ship you with Steve Rogers

he would be really curious about the things you liked 

because he doesn’t even know what half the stuff is

especially Mangas and Animes

he would find the art style very interesting though

and he would also really like your drawings

because he likes to draw himself he would be able to tell you very unique stuff that he picked up you do in your drawings

he would admire them a lot

you can also show him all the good movies and TV shows that there are

he would really appreciate it that you help him understand this century better

Steve also loves to cuddle and to simply gold you

he just loves the physical contact 

and he is a great cuddler

especially in winter it is very practical because Steve is a heater

and he loves to provide you with that whenever you crave it

but Steve could also get frustrated with you because of your stubbornness and you refusing to listen to his commands

it really doesn’t sit well with him

and he tells you that every so often

but he still loves you and doesn’t want to fight about it 

because at the end of the day it doesn’t really matter

And for Supernatural I would ship you with Castiel

Cas can be a total, innocent sweetheart with you 

you can teach him all about pop culture 

showing him your favourite animes and mangas

he would watch/ read them all for you

sometimes he can be a bit clueless

but you think it is rather adorable

he gets pretty into your interest because they differ so much from what he already knows

and it is very interesting to him

Cas isn’t really into cuddling at first

but once you try it he kinda gets the appeal of it

he loves cuddling you then

always making sure you are happy and secure

he will protect you from everything

he might not get everything considering your emotions

and he needs a big push

but when you tell him what is wrong and explain it to him he tries everything to help you

because he hates to see you sad

he also loves your drawings and admires your talent every time you draw something new

he knows you can be stubborn and don’t want to listen to commands

luckily Cas would never force you to do something

he would respect your decisions no matter what

and as long as you are happy so is he

That's so much Angst in one peace but it's sooo fucking beautiful

Spoilers for Season 2 under cut:

The Reaper's Lair lives in my mind rent-free. Just think of all the implications – knowing that, at any moment, you can see how long you have left to live... Noticing how much faster your candle seems to burn than the other seven around yours...

Sounds like a good recipe for angst to me.

Look at that beautiful art. Seriously!? It looks so amazing

Uh…Trying a thing?!

I just uploaded these recent drawings to Teepublic and Redbubble as prints cuz I’m a dumb and forgot I had set up shop there forever ago when I made all those TinyBoxTim mashups and other randomnesses. Anyways, please check em out if ya want!💕

everyone in fantasy novels is horny on main for elves and it’s honestly a travesty like why the hell would you want to marry an elf you’ll just spend the rest of your days growing old in the woods with a bunch of immortal bastards whose heads are so far up their asses they think singing week-long ballads is prime entertainment and say shit like “thou” and “beseech” unironically y'all should be hooking up with dwarves who 1. actually know how to throw the fuck down and let loose at a party 2. will literally shower you in diamond dust and gold they mined and crafted with their bare hands and 3. can sling you over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes with their huge muscular arms developed from hours of said mining and crafting. there’s literally no contest.

I fucking love this ❤️😍❤️

List of LGBT Characters from Marvel

I decided to compile a list of LGBT characters from Marvel mostly just for fun.  If I missed a character, feel free to reblog with the character I missed!  If you guys want one from DC, let me know and I’ll make one.  If nobody cares enough…then I won’t!  lol

I tried my best to stick with characters that are confirmed to be cannon.  Not trying to invalidate any head cannons, but I am focusing on the cannon which is what I’ll be listing.  Sometimes there are some debate over certain characters, if you disagree with a character I apologize I’m doing my best.

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DATV has barely been out a week and people are already arguing over if it's better/worse than BG3 but I'm just out here saying 'yay two cakes' because now I have TWO graveyard dates to go on, TWO gentleman professors of magic to romance, TWO elven hunks who love animals to tenderly gaze into the eyes of. I can pet the owlbear cub AND I can pet Assan. I'm sandwiched between Taash and Karlach's abs as I speak.

Laddie, give me back those precious minutes of my life.

If you think Thorin is the only one causing Balin’s hair to grow whiter, think again. Bilbo’s just as bad. And yes, Bilbo so calls Thorin his prized tomato when he blushes. You can decide what fluff or filth Bilbo whispered to Thorin’s delicate ears.

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Omg i love it so much ❤❤❤ Thank you soooo much

You honestly made my day 😍😘❤

Hey~I just found your blog and I really like it. I was wondering if you could ship me with a Teen Wolf and maybe Harry Potter character. I'm a Transman (pre everything). I'm not so tall,have brown hair and eyes. I love reading, drawing and watching movies/shows (huge nerd). I also love to travel, take walks in the woods or near a lake. Im very loyal and honest,can be quiet at first. I'm sarcastic and have a dark sense of humor. I can be very stubborn but I like talking about nothing and all.

Here you go, sweets. Hope you like! 💙

Allison is so, so. SO. Smitten.

This girl meets you as the third man to Scott and Stiles’ trio, and she’s such a bright red that Stiles’ asks if she got sunburned or something.

Unlike Scott, your relationship with Allison wasn’t so overprotective; you trusted her, she trusted you, in an almost immediate, unspoken agreement. It was that level of respect that bound you inextricably.

Allison still dated Scott, but there was always that specialness between you two; a friendship at first, the kind of love that never dies.

It meant that when her life started imploding, when her mother died, she broke up with Scott, and she began to distance herself, you were the one person would could still get through to her, that she would still talk to. You were too stubborn to give up on her, and honestly that’s what kept her going some days when she didn’t know who or how to trust.

You were her strength and her soft spot; and Allison was afraid of losing any more people she loved. Afraid more of losing you without ever having you in the first place. Allison didn’t want you to never know how she felt, so finally she just marched up to you—intending at first to just KISS you rather than stumble through words, but got scared at the last second and stepped back.

“I uh, you got—you got a, um, bug. There. On your shirt. I got it.”

“A bug? I thought for a second you were going to kiss me, or something.”

Allison saw the glimmer in your eye; you were teasing her. And that nervous feeling in her stomach melted away as you both laughed; it was easy for you to close the gap between you two, to take her in your arms and run your fingers through her dark hair, to kiss her as if you two had all the time in the world.

Morning walks became a consistent thing; where you two could just BE yourselves with each other, not be a hunter or the victims of another supernatural attack. It was the one time that life felt consistent for her.

Allison would, without fail, always find something for you—a flower, a dandelion, a pretty leaf, a caterpillar, a pretty rock.

“I love the color of your eyes,” Allison breathed, smiling just enough for that dimple on her right cheek to make an appearance.

Her breath fogged between you in the chilly, autumn morning air. It was cold enough to give you a reason to lean into her warmth. She played with the hair at the nape of your neck, still staring at you as if you were the rising sun.

“When the sun hits them, it’s like they’re on fire.”

It felt like fire, where her fingertips grazed the edge of your jaw. The kind of fire you were happy to burn in.

You and Allison would just honestly have this amazing relationship of just mutual respect, honesty, and love and omg it’s just so cute

Sirius Black had a reputation. He was practically the black leather jacket incarnation of cool, right?

So the fact that you made him so nervous that he accidentally put his hand in the pudding dish as he was leaning on the table while talking to you was something he never exactly lived down.

He babbled, blushed, and became a clumsy fool. You were smart, you were handsome, you were adventurous and FUN. And Sirius brought out a level of playfulness in you, making you feel safe. He always made you a priority: something that became clear when he’d always CONVENIENTLY run into you on your evening walks along the Dark Forest, claiming he was always lost even when you could clearly see Hogwarts just over his shoulder, because he just wanted an excuse to walk with you in silence, or talking, and almost always laughter.

You two would talk about any and everything: books, homework, the latest prank the marauders were planning (Sirius liked to bounce most of his ideas off of you, first). It was on one of these walks that Sirius’ hand just kept glancing off yours, every time sending a pleasant shock up your arm, until your fingers suddenly were tangled and oh no suddenly you’re holding hands

This man came from an abusive, oppressive home that made him feel like there was something wrong with him, like he was broken. And he’d be damned if he ever let his boyfriend (hello, that’s you) feel that way.

Black would be so, so protective of you. Someone uses the wrong pronouns on purpose? Suddenly they’re hexed so that they smell nothing but pickles, dirty socks, and rotting celery for a month. And it wouldn’t be just Black who had your back. ALL the marauders would be fiercely protective—thinking of you as the fifth man to their posse.

Sirius wasn’t really a teacher, he got impatient really quickly. But teaching you the patronus charm gave him an excuse to touch you, guiding your hand when it wasn’t really necessary with his other hand sliding around your waist.

“Something happy,” he reminded you. “Try to remember something happy.”

You didn’t have to remember anything. You WERE happy, incandescently. Sirius’ smile was blinding as your patronus as it bloomed from the end of your wand, and he cast his own quickly enough that the creatures interacted, and began to play with each other; a testament to your playful, easygoing, happy relationship with each other.

Hermione stumbled on you reading, which alone would have been enough to pique her interest. But she stumbled on you reading not somewhere predictable—she found you reading at the base of the Whomping Willow. You looked up at her stunned face, and smiled shyly.

“How…how is it…why aren’t you…whomped?”

The Whomping Willow had grown used to seeing you take your walks since you were a first year; eventually even anticipating you. Like a cat. You had a calming presence, and eventually it came to even LIKE you around your third year. So you just smiled, and closed your book as you stood up.

“I’m Y/N.”

Hermione shook your hand, taking in the page-turning calluses, the ink spattered on your fingernails from a productive morning of drawing, and the important detail of just how mesmerizing your face was.

“I’m Gramione Hanger. I mean hErmIONe GrANger!”

It was a steep path to budding romance.

Hermione, like the Whomping Willow, began to relax around you. The stress of her classes just suddenly seem so important when she was listening to you ramble on about some intricate plot theory of a movie/show/book. And Hermione pushed you, too: she knew how smart you were, and how determined. She brought out the best in you, and never doubted for a second that you could succeed in anything you put your mind to (unless it was dethroning her and getting the highest grade in Transfiguration, then it was a competition—but I get the feeling that would just turn her on).

And when it came to defeating Voldemort, there was no one as fearless as you. Hermione loved that about you, and it wasn’t the fear of losing you that had her reaching silently for your hand one evening without explanation, but the realization that you were the absolute best and bravest person she knew, and she wanted to be with you.

Hermione wasn’t really all that interested in travel before she met you: but when she saw the way you explored knew places, the way you found adventures in everything, she began to fall in love with it almost as much as she loved you. She’d read EVERYTHING about a place before you’d go, or while on a trip, and sometimes it was annoying because ‘yes, Hermione, I understand that the Eiffel Tower was constructed in 1887 and is over a thousand feet tall, I don’t care.’ And then sometimes when she’d research about a place and find secret passageways, or paths to hidden waterfalls, it was pretty useful to have a nerdy girlfriend.

She’d laugh as you charm a bouquet of cherry blossoms from the tip of your wand and hand them to her with a flourish. She’d dab a lingering kiss on your cheek, eyes bright. And you both felt you were exactly in the place you were meant to be: with each other.

They are soooo cute and I love it ❤️🖤