asknebraska:

kantomedic-richter:

sinnohanscientist:

morsecodecastanets:

hoenniswheretheheartis:

Reblog with an ER character, who you’re the same height as. (Or close enough too)

Doesn’t have to be your own.

[I’m taller than Xander. I don’t know anyone’s character who are 5’9 8I…]

((Hannah is 5’8 so you’re only an inch taller than her! I’m four inches shorter than her and two inches shorter than Dao. 8I; Any 5’4s out there?))

((Nebraska is 5’6”! Congrats to everyone out there who’s that height, you’re just like Nebraska! No wait.. that would be terrible.))

((….

> is 5’6”))

kantobromance:

endrunalan:

Gil let out a surprised screech, pinwheeling his arms. He leaned back and forth as he tried not to lose his balance—which usually wasn’t hard! He had good balance, so he thought. He still ended up on his back, blinking stars out of his eyes and giving the sky a bewildered glare. Was it just him, or did everything seem kind of….wobbly, all of a sudden? Ugh. Gil rolled to his feet and shook his head, rubbing at his eyes. He weaved back and forth as he stumbled towards Isa, each step wary, as though he expected the ground to suddenly burst up and flip him. He could do this still! He could probably do this. He just had to be careful—

Gil tripped on air, falling into a tumble and rolling straight into Xander, feet first.

Huh, wow, guess Isa did know what she was doing in a fight. Xander stood with a little less embarrassment as he watched her.. commence flailing again. ..Well, hey, it worked before.

And now maybe it wasn’t working out quite so well. Suddenly the Infernape was stumbling Xander’s way. He tried to leap aside but Gil’s feet grazed his shin and he slipped up, barely managing to catch himself. Isa kept flailing.

“All right you damn monkey,” he growled at Gil. “You wanna fight with me now huh?” He smirked and cracked his knuckles.
“Well sure, why the fuck not?” Because fire and martial arts Xander. “Isa I’m tagging you out.”

The thing about letting his pokemon outside of the pokeballs the majority of the time was that, unless he was keeping a close eye on them, he had no idea where half of them went most of the time. Pru and Mandy he didn’t worry about—they seemed quite taken with each other, and as long as Pru was sleeping, Mandy would watch over her like an overprotective mother from beyond the grave. With Gil and Mistral—

“SCREECREE!!”

Alan let out a squawk of his own as Mistral flew at him, slapping his head with her wings as she settled onto his shoulders. She shifted from one foot to the other, tugging at his hair and jacket. Then she was off again, circling him once before flying in a straight line. He ran after her, eyebrows raised. “Mistral, what are you—did you two do something again? Hey!” He ducked around tents and people as he went, careful not to lose sight of her.

Then he rounded a corner and fffffffrick! Alan skidded to a stop, tripping over his feet as he tried not to run over his own infernape. “Gil? Gil, what are you—uh.” Alan froze, bent over with arms out for balance, when he noticed Xander and Isa. He pulled himself upright, ears going red with embarrassment. “Y—wh—um. Er.” Alan looked from Gil, who was swaying from where he crouched, to Isa, then to Xander. “Was—what—I’m sorry?”

When in doubt, assume Gil did something.

((>I’M GOING TO WRITE AND REPLY AND POKE PEOPLE

>suddenly really tired))

freedmansarmy:

askusgwen-atsukra:

asktheturkishdelight:

asktheangryscot:

morsecodecastanets:

runaway-unovan:

thespookyblog:

Hey guys

End Run secret santas?  Who’s in??

I’m in. :D

.u./

((AMG YESSSS that would be so much fun. *U* ))

I haven’t done a secret santa anything in years

yes please <3

Sign me up for this guys! I’m totes game for doodlin for peeps!

((Definitely in!))

((I keep blinking in and out of here but I’m game! \o))

Gil let out a surprised screech, pinwheeling his arms. He leaned back and forth as he tried not to lose his balance—which usually wasn’t hard! He had good balance, so he thought. He still ended up on his back, blinking stars out of his eyes and giving the sky a bewildered glare. Was it just him, or did everything seem kind of….wobbly, all of a sudden? Ugh. Gil rolled to his feet and shook his head, rubbing at his eyes. He weaved back and forth as he stumbled towards Isa, each step wary, as though he expected the ground to suddenly burst up and flip him. He could do this still! He could probably do this. He just had to be careful—

Gil tripped on air, falling into a tumble and rolling straight into Xander, feet first.

countdapula:

countdapula:

PAGES UPON PAGES OF ANATOMICAL ILLUSTRATIONS OF DIFFERENT ANIMALS

I AM SO FUCKING PUMPED JUST TO HAVE FOUND THIS

Some people were having trouble connecting to the page due to a session error, so I’ve just updated it so it should work all the time!

Please reblog this one so that the people who are having trouble seeing the site can get to it, thank you! uvu

((Dunno if this has been around here before, but I thought it might be useful! \o so I am rebageling for safekeeping.))

(via adapadapa)

zannyblogging:

Can you all do me a simple favour?

Reblog this with a side profile shot of your face. Either side will do, but a side.

Here’s an example of what I mean.

Pulling different expressions if you want, but they have to be profile shots.

This way, we can all get free references of MANY different side profile shots!

The lighting is kinda shit in this house, but here!

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(via ocentropy)

((Same-face syndrome, she whispered quietly while trying not to fall asleep on the keyboard. …tried to draw AU Alan and it’s likefucking hair how does it even.

Man, every time I do these things it’s like why didn’t I do that. Hindsight.))