#//based on a true story btw

[quillpokebiology]

Thinking about that one Blaziken on that cooking show who refused to eat food shaped like Torchic

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

Teacher: Sorry for being late, in exchange, we'll end the lesson earlier

Jason Todd, aka 'Robin': (⁠●_⁠●⁠)

(internally: *appalled* how can the lesson be shortened when we already began later, the math doesn't add up)

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Jason Todd, aka 'Red Hood', being particularly mad at the Batfam over something: Sorry for being late for the mission. In exchange, I'll end my part of it earlier

[sp1resong]

mspaint soul ocd compilation (some serious, some nonsensical, some both, some neither)

[tasenwrobots]

Just because he's peepaw doesn't mean he's not Leo.

You have no idea how long this has been on my mind. He's been waiting to say this for fucking decades, literally.

[gemgdynamight0]

This is me trying to impress my crush with my cooking skills:

Katsuki after shoto praised him so he's blushing furiously inside but had to be his usual tsundere:

He's such a nagging wife and shoto is his loving husband "it was me, my love"

[hitsuyou-fukaketsu]

Enstarrie drama doesn't stop outside the internet

Doing this with @yume-fanfare ! Their comms are open rn, check them out <3

[windchime-an0n]

dreams are so silly because last night i dreamt that people were trying to kill me and they attempted to stab my heart and cut off my arm but it was okay because i somehow beat them and i also broke a vase apparently?? oh and light yagami was there. but the night before i dreamt she was still here and we were texting and goofing off as always. and the night before the night before i dreamt we were still friends.

[battlecrazed-axe-mage]

Sometimes, when I'm playing Among Us with my friends, I start to doubt whether or not I'm playing it right. Like...am I actually supposed to be doing tasks right now? What if I'm supposed to be killing people

I think I've got imposter syndrome

[captainjade101]

Denki: I watched a really sad anime

Todoroki in the meme voice: emotional damage

Denki:....I regret teaching you about the internet

[his-good-old-fashioned-loverboy]

boutta get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 with him (on pinterest dms) (his mum took his phone away) boutta get SO 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓻 with him 👅👅👅😈😈🙏🙏

[ghostieblr]

Keys

"The carpet isn't that bad, love."

His comment is met with a snort from Emma, and a sharp glare from Regina. Ah, his lovelies. Always so true to themselves.

"You two," Regina wags a finger in their faces, and instinctually, he follows the way it cuts the air; a sharp sword cutting through the tension. At least she has stopped pacing along the carpet, now. "You might be Henry's parents now, but I've raised him since he was a baby. And now he's leaving! What if something happens to him? There's no magic outside Storybrooke, I can't follow him, I —"

"Am a mother hen who has completely forgotten that her son is fully capable of taking care of himself." Emma's words are followed by her hands on Regina's shoulders, their eyes commiserating motherly worries and affection over the lad. Henry is nineteen now, something he calls a 'gap year' prominent in his 'resume,' and eager to leave. It will not do him good to see his mom worry as she is.

He knows he doesn't have that big of a say here, especially with the tumultuous family tree he has got going with everyone here. Especially Henry, who is his stepson, as well as his step-grandson, in a way. Baelfire would always be his boy, however short their time together was, just as Milah will always have a place in his heart.

He reminds Regina, "Your boy has fought numerous crazy villains, and proved every single time that nobody's strength is stronger than his cunning." As loathe as he is to admit, even to himself, he is just as cunning as the Crocodile, or even more so. "As for no magic..." He looks at Emma, who smiles warmly at him, prompting him to smile back.

Emma cups Regina's face in her hands and leans in. "Our son is a strong young man, and there is no realm where he will be defeated. College in comparison is nothing."

College. Now that's a concept, taking hard-earned money to provide children shelter, food, and education, all to hand them a piece of paper, a 'Degree,' that can then be used to earn a job in the world. Or not. Henry had been pretty passionately swinging between college being a good thing or a bad thing before deciding on ultimately going to it.

A joke strikes him, as he remembers one of the more vivid conversation amongst himself and the lad — which was more a one-sided rant than a full-blown conversation between the two of them — and chuckles. At his lovelies' looks, he explains, "Henry said if he survived the Underworld, he can most certainly survive college." The proud smirk on Regina's smirk makes him hold back the rest of it: the followed-up worry of maybe college being somehow worse.

Regina takes his good hand and pulls him closer, till the three of them are as close as physically possible. A small little triangle of people who once used hate each other to the point of wishing death upon them, but now could hardly hope to be separated.

"I'm sorry," Regina says, and he looks at Emma. Before Regina can complete her apology, they both kiss her in succession. Emma's kiss is gentle, a soft peck, whereas his is a bit more biting, his beard scraping against her skin, making her sigh in the way he adores.

"What you said is true. We are his parents now, but you were there since day one. Well, in a manner of speaking." Emma's words seems to ease Regina, and she looks between the two of them.

"He'll be fine?"

"He'll be fine, he's the son of Regina Mills, Emma Swan, and Baelfire, afterall."

"And yours," they both say at the same time, and his heart swells.

"And mine," he echoes, and there, there is the beautiful smile of Regina. Emma's eye twinkles, and he knows exactly what she's thinking. Regina needs to relax. "Since the house is now child-free," he murmurs, pulling Regina towards him, while Emma giggles beside them both, "And we are all assured that the lad will take the best care of himself, move into the apartment he has rented that all of us agree is nice... What do you say, my beautiful darlings, we have some fun of our own?"

"I would not be opposed to that. Emma?"

"You will worry about nothing but yourself soon," Emma purrs into Regina's ears, and ooh, there goes his self-control. He picks up Regina over his right shoulder, his right hand securing her, and then he picks up Emma on his left shoulder, careful of his hook. At this point, this is a practiced move.

Used to this but always delightedly nervous, their hands come around him to grip him. On a mission now, he starts to move from the living room to the upstairs bedroom.

But then Regina's phone, kept on one of the side-tables, begins ringing. And it's Henry's song, so of course both the mothers are anxious again. Even Emma's nerves have returned.

He puts them down, a little put out, and watches the two of them rush towards the phone. As they pick it up and put it on speaker, he moves towards them to hear Henry better, but something catches his eye. Something on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

He pivots towards said sofa and picks it up. Behind him Emma is asking, "Where did you last see it?"

He whistles. "The boy left his keys to the apartment here."

"Killian found it," Regina says, and adds, "We'll be there in... Emma, check the —"

"The next flight we could maybe catch if we leave right now is in four hours," Emma answers. "Seriously, Henry, of all the things to forget —"

"I know! I'm sorry, but I've already gotten the talk from gramps, moms," Henry groans, "He is looking at me disapprovingly as we speak."

Killian frowns. "I wasn't aware David went with him."

"He didn't," Regina tells him.

"He's on a face-call with me right now. On the laptop. I thought maybe I'd left it at his place, maybe."

"The small computer thingy," he says, mostly to himself. Technology, he thinks, sort of awed but also scared. In a land without magic, there's wonders like these. Talking devices. A personal mirror for everyone, where anyone can talk to anyone, anywhere.

"The small computer thingy? Killian," Emma looks at him, and he just knows he'll be teased mercilessly for this. Oh, hell. He loves it.

"Okay, you stay put — where are you, in the library? Stay there until we come get you."

"Or, mom, you could just send it via mail?" Regina does seem to consider the idea.

"No, we're coming. As we should have done in the first place. You two, pack. We're going to New York."

"Guess our son needs just another day of watching us get lovey-dovey with each other," Emma teases, and Henry gags before ending the call with a resounding, "No!"

Killian does feel bad for the boy, having heard his numerous wishes to be a bit more independent and to have a life of his own where the worst thing would be 'homework' and not almost dying every few weeks, but he guesses this is what happens when you're a boy with so many people in his life to say goodbye to, that you forget somethings in the process.

At least Regina's not pacing on the carpet anymore, her smile utterly radiant and wolfish as she plans out a whole vacation with Emma by her side.

One knows the attractions, other knows the city itself, and Killian? He just knows he loves these two and would follow them anywhere.

[kingsley4]

Boom! Art be upon ye

[observancesys]

man, being an anartist fucking sucks. okay, so a couple of weeks ago i was working on my current project, and i decide - like a moron to make 2+2=5 for some of reality for part of the project. nothing that could leak out into consensus reality, just a nice little bubble to work with, gets the viewers' attention, that sort of thing. and it all worked nice and good then. fast forwards, it's a couple of weeks later, i fell off the project after a depressive break, coming back because i'll feel like shit if i don't finish it, right? so i'm adding more to the project, going on with the current plans, but the problem is that 2+2 still equals 5, and i was planning to change it so that pi equals π for this segment. and like, i can't do that right now, because 2+2 still equals 5 and so it throws all of the work off. and i can't for the life of me figure out how i managed to make 2+2 equal 5 and how to revert it. like, i threw that together at 2:14am in a fit of creativity, i don't fucking know how night me's brain works. it might've been a different me, identity is fluid and all that - maybe they could fix it, but i can't. it sucks. like, if i was just an audience member this'd be fine. when you see a really fucking cool act of flexibility or a magic trick or whatever and you're in the audience you can just be like "hot damn okay", but when you're having to de- and re-construct it yourself in the backroom and the original author's a dead recording you just kinda have to grope around in the dark for it, you know? and sometimes the stress all gets to you from trying to reverse-engineer it and you have to go and let off some steam. so all this is to say, sorry about your neighbour's shed

[sun-ea-sports]

Alr vro tell me what ur fav candy is /nf + silly

I love candy corn sm br/silly

[fallow-grove]

my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😜 this one is called "covid 19" itll zoink you out of your gourd 💯

me: yeah whatever. i dont feel shit

5 minutes later: dude i swear making cartoons is an act of pure divinity therefore i am god

my buddy 103°F fever pacing: we need to sue disney

[thefatcat-13]

pansy division on shuffle is crazy cause like one song is about having to move away from the town that you’re first love was in and not being able to stay in contact because you knew it would hurt to much and then the next song is like YOO THIS GUY LIKES CLASSICAL MUSIC? WELL CALL ME RACHBOTTOMOFF THE WAY I WANNA ROCK HIS BOTTOM OFF GAH DAMN