#all of them really

yuktuts:

ace attorney lawyers be like hold on judge before you give the verdict ive got to consult my weird little girl

sasukesun:

he’s a fictional character to you, i know him personally

Me, with my OC’s.

dogsuffrage:

elytrians:

hey wanna be boy best friends *dies in your arms*

Shonen anime

takitalks:

Sssssh it’s Thursday here now don’t tell anyone Thank you for the tags today @artsyunderstudy! Mirrors is so beautiful and I love every update you share. Today I have some more snippets from my COBB, I think I’m in the home stretch of the first draft now! (
side note anyone maybe be down to beta-read? It’s eventually explicit but a veeeeery slow burn, canon divergence au, around the 20k mark rn but will probably be closer to 30k when done <3 )

Baz

Itis a long day, made all the more excruciating by Simon’s presence. He’s just so here. He keeps flipping pages of books with aggression— I snap at him more than once to take it easy, they’re magickal texts for Merlin’s sake— and huffing when he presumably comes up without any answers. My gaze keeps slipping from my own book up to his face. He’s got a nice, square jaw that I catch myself thinking about licking more than once. I shake my head to dislodge the image, and Simon notices. 

and then some Natasha from my COBB, too! Flashback time…

I haven’t gone home yet. I spoke with Malcolm on the phone last night, like I have every night since I’ve come to London to deal with this wretched mess of a situation:

“He misses you, Nat. I miss you.” 

“I know, and it won’t be much longer. We’ve just got to tie up some loose ends.” 

“I know,” he sighed. “The manor isn’t the same without you.”

“Malcolm, I’m gone most of the year at Watford.”

“That’s what makes this time all the more important.”

I blinked away the tears pooling in the corners of my eyes. “I’ll be back soon, my love. I promise.” 

Basil called out in the background, but I couldn’t understand his words. There was a rattling of the phone, and then his little voice squeaked through the phone. 

“Hello, mum.”

“Hello, Basil,” I sighed. He was still okay. He was still himself. “How are you?”

“I miss you. Are you safe?” 

My heart cracked in two. My boy, barely five, worried for his mother’s safety when it should be the other way around. (It is the other way around. I’m fretting about him constantly.) 

“Safe as can be. I’m with Aunt Fiona, remember?”

Basil made a dubious hum, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Five going on twenty-five, I swear.

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