#‘no miss he is small’

[dontthinkitsknowledge]

My favorite “fuck up” one of my students made (who are all learning Dutch) was last year, when one of the students was trying to explain that he was in a legal case for his birthdate and he was actually underage. Some other students were trying to help him, but they didn’t understand the difference between “young” and “small”.

So what ended up coming out was referring to this full 17 year old teenager as, “no miss, he doesn’t need to sign that because he’s small”

[muisley]

he's also late for his date......

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[linkeduniverse]

July art

[juicegremlin]

they're so "sisters pitted against each other by their manipulative father who bond over how majorly he sucked ass after he's gone"

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

i drew this in the most unromantic way possible please understand that ethan is just their miserable wet cat they found outside in the snow

[starry-songs-canvas]

Break the News

Vicki Vale had been in another major scandal recently, and her ingenious employers decided she needed to be out of Gotham while the heat cools down.

She thought this was going to be a nothing burger, investigating some billionaire who decided to became mayor of some small, middle of nowhere town for, “public pride” or whatever.

That was until an unknown child-hero saved her, than made her day.

Vicki Vale: Why haven’t you called the Justice League?

Danny: You don’t think we tried? We’re in the middle of nowhere, the Justice League is too busy for us, “small fry”.

(Mutters): even if we’ve fought off entire world invasions…

[a11eya]

You’ve been dating Bakugou for almost a year now, and it’s been nice keeping the relationship to yourselves. 

So it comes as a big surprise to you when Bakugou brings up telling your friends about the two of you. And eventually going public about the two of you.

“You can take care of yourself,” Bakugou says, more to himself than you at this point, as you’re barely listening. You’re both relaxed on his couch, decompressing from work, and he has your legs in his lap. 

He runs a hand up and down the length of your thigh, slowly, measured. He's not thinking about what he’s doing to you, you can tell. His touch makes you warm, interested. In the glide of his hands, the sharp angle of his jaw. In the curve of his bicep. Not in this conversation.

You try to focus. The both of you have been pro heroes for years, now, and both your quirks are offensive ones. Strong. It’s something you’re grateful for. (Though some days are still spent worrying about him, keeping you on edge, jagged. The nights when you wake up to him sleepless and sitting up in bed beside you, hand cupping the pulse in the side of your neck, are somehow worse.)

That's probably what he’s thinking about—that if your relationship got out beyond your friends that villains or enemies would think to use you against each other. And he’s saying they would think twice, knowing your reputations. That if either of you were civilians, or not at the top of your game, being open about your relationship wouldn’t be an option. 

He's always respected your strength. It’s one of the things that made you fall for him. 

Bakugou scowls. “And s’annoying dealing with Shitty Hair’s questions. He’s been irritating since Halloween.”

“You think he saw us?” you ask. The two of you had gotten a little careless towards the end of the night, sneaking off to a corner of Midoriya’s apartment to let your hands wander. 

Bakugou rolls his eyes, shrugs. “If we tell him, he’ll stop being such a goddamn pain.”

He glances at you, waiting. His hand stops its movement, instead gently squeezing the meat of your thigh. You watch him watch the indents his fingers make in your skin, the satisfaction that settles on his face as he touches you. 

Your stomach flutters. He has to be doing this on purpose. 

What were you talking about again? 

“We can tell our friends,” you finally manage. “I don't mind, though you know Kaminari’s gonna tease and Midoriya and Kirishima might be upset you didn’t tell them sooner. But maybe we keep it private from the public for a little longer? If that’s okay?”

“…Okay,” he says after a long moment. 

It is okay—at least for a couple more months. Your friends are as sweet (and obnoxious) as you expected them to be, upon hearing the news. 

Recently, though, Bakugou's been acting differently when the two of you are out and about. He's less careful about wearing a mask to hide his face, and he’s stopped wearing hats to hide that distinctive blond hair of his. 

He used to lean out of frame of photos and videos you’d post to social media of things you’d do together, food you’d eat at meals together. But these days, you’ve had to make a real effort to only get footage of him that’s below the neck. 

You’re not sure what he’s thinking. Maybe he’s just tired of having to be lowkey, now that both your friends know. If that’s the case, you get it. Sometimes, you can’t be bothered about concealing your identity too. 

Bakugou sits across from you, watching as you pull out your phone to take some pictures of the food in front of you. 

You first came to this cafe together a year ago, and despite the owner recognizing the both of you, she was discreet. Respectful. She even makes sure her staff seats you so that you have the most privacy. It’s one of your favorite places to grab a drink, a little dessert. 

Smiling to yourself, you begin recording a short video, panning over your food. 

Suddenly, Bakugou ducks his head so that his face is in frame of your video. His mouth is turned down in a ferocious scowl. 

“Katsuki!” you exclaim. You stop recording, shaking your head in bewilderment. “What’re you doing?”

“Tired of this soft launch bullshit,” he grumbles, and your eyes widen. “You ashamed of me or what.”

“What? I'm not!” you say, suppressing the laughter bubbling up in you, trying to escape. You’re failing miserably, a smile stretching your lips, and it only makes him scowl harder.

“How do you even know what a soft launch is?” you manage after a moment, regaining your composure. Bakugou's rarely on social media—his PR team controls all of that, as he has zero interest. 

“Soy Sauce Face and Shitty Hair were talking about it,” Bakugou says. A very subtle expression you identify as embarrassment flashes across his face. “Some singer they follow started dating someone or whatever.” 

“Soft launches are only a thing if people don’t know who I’m dating,” you tell him, tapping your foot against his under the table. “Everyone who matters knows that I’m yours.”

You watch his face, looking for any sign that he’s still bothered. Bakugou can be unpredictable about things when it comes to dating, you’ve found. With most everything he’s loud and unfiltered. Direct. So you know it’s when he’s trying to hide things, hide how he’s feeling, that it’s important to pay attention.

“We can go public if you want,” you say a little more quietly, looking into his eyes. 

“If you want,” he says gruffly, reaching over to pinch your cheek. 

You wince exaggeratedly to make him let go, and then you turn your face into his hand. You smile. “Okay. Let’s tell Japan.”

[xx-sketchy-xx]

It was the cutest dream I’ve ever had.

Wally, except baby size, and he hung out with me all day

andthentheworldsortastartedfallingapartbutthatsok

[turtleblogatlast]

I will never be over Leo’s 4D chess play in “Many Unhappy Returns”. Like, just in general it is a spectacle to see this character who we’ve seen goofing around time and time again, who’s only sometimes decided to take things seriously, only to show him making a maneuver like that.

And here’s what gets me the most about his plan against Big Mama: he comes up with it on the spot. The second he sees that Big Mama has the solution they need, he’s already in game mode.

It is so satisfying watching the episode back when you realize his plan, because he literally sets the stage entirely for a decisive victory. He sees that the champion is a kraken, and comes up with both the solution to defeating it and a reasonable excuse to get that solution into the battle with them on the fly:

“Like your champ aaand those six guys. In fact, we don’t want this over too quickly. You should armor up those rookies. The whole shebang. Especially with these pointy helmets.”

And this is why giving him teleportation powers is perfect, too. He analyzes the battlefield and makes use of all the assets, moving pieces around to guarantee a win. It is honestly so impressive to witness and one of my favorite parts of his character.

[clownpalette]

Taiyō, honey, you don't have problems...YOU are the problem-! 😭😭

Fun fact: When Taiyō's angry he just stands.. Like this. Like...🧍.

TMK "----------" , TMK if Taiyō was normal "-"

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

after the events of season 4, steve just wanting SO BADLY to be friends with eddie. just LOVING the idea of them getting closer and having eddie as a friend because hell yeah! a close male friendship with someone that is actually my age, and who i don’t have a weird history with involving bruised eyes and love triangles? count me IN! and eddie is FUN, he is actually hilarious! the way they share the same glances of understanding when dustin is being an absolute shit head, rambling on and on about some obscure topic, expecting everyone to always be on the exact same page as him. of course. and, although steve suspects that eddie actually probably is keeping up with everything dustin says, much better than he ever could, he knows that above it all eddie can appreciate the antics for what they are, and roll his eyes with steve at dustin, i concur, you dustin henderson, are a total butthead.

steve just about junps RIGHT IN to being friends with eddie. hey man, what’cha up to tonight? wanna watch a movie? get drunk, smoke a bit? hey eddie, how have you been, man? he starts calling eddie up on the phone regularly just to check in, shoot the shit, he loves it! he loves having this new friendship with eddie munson and he loves how much the other boy has surprised him with how much he actually enjoys being around him. he’s not a freak, really, well ok maybe he is a little bit, but only in the best ways. he’s kind, thoughtful, and is always looking out for the people he cares about, which is something steve can really respect in a dude. but he’s also so funny? steve never could’ve anticipated just how much eddie has managed to make him genuinely LAUGH over their short amount of time spent together. and he’s really, out there? with the way he presents himself, the way he takes up space with these big THEATRICAL movements, leaving no room for regret or shame or god forbid embarrassment. steve isn’t even sure munson is capable of feeling it at all.

eddie munson is a good dude, and steve could use a bit more of that kind of person around him. he loves all of his friends, the weird little bonded family he’s found himself apart of, and they are all good people, but it never hurts to have afew more added in here and there. it never hurts to know there are more good people out there to find.

so steve is all over eddie, it seems.

at least, from where eddie is standing. nobody else seems as phased as eddie does at this sudden change in steve’s demeanour, in his interest in what eddie munson spends his time doing these days. it seems like, to everyone else, to steve, it’s just a natural progression in their relationship, after being sort of role model figures to the same group of kids, both being the two single dudes, who fought the same monsters together last spring, it seems nobody questions too much that they’d start casually hanging around eachother more. especially since eddie has found himself to fit into his own special spot as one of the group now after it all, after he unwillingly became tangled in this whole upsidedown-superpowers-supernatural-monsters and demons debacle, and tangled quite dramatically at that, the rest of the group that’s been with this since the beginning seemed to find no trouble in taking him in and seeing him as “one of them” now.

so, steve asking eddie to smoke, to watch movies, to go for a drive with no real end destination, it’s not really something that earns them too many double takes. dustin makes a comment or two in the beginning, because steve since when did you like hanging out with eddie? you guys are like so opposite, you don’t like any of the same stuff he does? and steve barely gives a shrug and a dismissive yeah yeah whatever man in response, with a signature eye roll, and dustin had said it seemingly also not too seriously, poking fun at steve wherever he can, not really meaning anything by it, as he fidgets around and rambles in the backseat of steve’s car, eddie riding up front. after that, though, he’s dropped it. it’s never brought up again. part of eddie thinks, too, that dustin would actually be enjoying that his two older friends are becoming friends themselves.

robin seems to be the only other person to look a bit harder at their situation, lingering stares at their interactions, all squinted eyes and eyebrows raised, though from her all this seems to be almost always and only ever directed at steve. eddie’s not sure what to make of that. isn’t he the weird one? i mean, he’s the one that stands out, right? he’s the odd denominator that makes their friendship strange. why would steve harrington want to hang out with Him? HIM? but robin doesn’t spend her time studying eddie to try and search for what about him could possibly have piqued the interest of cherished steven harrington, no, shes always looking at steve. like she’s seeing him differently, almost. eddie doesn’t even think that steve notices it, either, because he doesn’t seem to be questioning or doubting anything odd or strange or out of the ordinary with their newfound time spent together. and maybe, maybe robin is seeing him differently. eddie knows he definitely has been. seeing him more, intensely. deeply. human. seeing the person that steve is, as just steve, not this idealised version of a boy that eddies starting to question ever really even existed at all, or if everyone around him just needed to believe that he did, and who was steve if not happy to comply to the wants of the people around him for who he should be?

eddie likes having steve as his friend, too. don’t get it twisted. he loves how unexpectedly expressive steve is about everything, even really small things. steve LOVES to raise his voice, rest a hand on his popped hip, scolding the kids for something stupid with no real heat or malice behind it. and steve is, like, kinda bitchy too. eddie knew he had the capacity to be a real asshole when he wanted to be, that’s all he knew steve for back in the day, when he was back in high school, hanging around tommy h and the basketball boys, the jocks. eddie would spend his days hearing only whispers and gossip in the hallways of the parties at king steve’s house and the fights king steve had started and won on the court or out in the fields, only ever getting as close as a shove into a locker with the guy at the time, but eddie knew how it could go. he knew all about what steve had done to jonathan, what he’d said to him, the words he’d used. eddie knew it all. he’d seen enough, and been through enough himself, to know how these guys acted in response to guys like him, like jonathan, people who were lower on the social food chain. so, eddie knew about steve’s “mean streak”, if you will, but this kind of snarky bitchiness was something new to him. harrington was almost, sassy, when he wanted to be. it was less so cruel and more just, just sass. if he’s being completely honest it kind of blew eddie away, at first. he thought steve was one of those dull headed jocks who thought with their fists more than their actual brains, but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. steve’s insults were well thought out, they were FUNNY, he was smart with his words. and silly. oh my god steve harrington could be so fucking silly, real honest to god goofball when the moment called for it, when he felt comfortable enough. eddie had caught on multiple occasions steve mimicking lightsabers to play fight with dustin, or the stupid fucking shit he would do or say just to make robin laugh, singing along to a song playing on the radio with a funny voice.

it was all a little, intoxicating, to watch. eddie didn’t know what gave him the right to be in on this now, to get to see this side of steve and better yet to be at the other end of some of his best qualities. it was fun, all the time they spent together, but there was always something else tugging inside eddie everytime they spent close time together, too. something, he knew steve wasn’t aware of. something he knew steve wasn’t equipped to deal with. something he knew, was him. was him, making things something more than they should be, because, nobody seemed to be questioning that they could become friends, so why ruin that? why disrupt it?

- robin and steve

“Steve.”

“-but then like, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to watch it I just thought, hey, y’know, let’s try something different for a change, but then he- oh my god he honest to god TACKLED ME Robin — I mean, it was so fucking funny and it happened so quick — and all over a fucking Tom Cruise movie-“

“STEVE.” Robin lightly slammed a hand onto the counter. She had been standing behind it for no short of 20 minutes, watching Steve as he paced around, supposed to be stacking tapes onto shelves, but ended up spending the whole time going on and on, and ON, about how movie night went with Eddie last night. She thought she was bad…

Steve jumped, almost running into a shelf and knocking down his hard work, and seemed to snap out of whatever trance he had found himself in after starting to tell Robin a story about something funny Eddie had done last night.

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, what were you saying? Were you- were you saying something?”

To this, Robin just rolls her eyes and let’s out a laugh, “You, sir, are goddamn hopeless.”

“Sorry. How long was I talking for?” Steve wandered his way over to lean his arms onto the counter from the opposite side.

“Oh, I dunno Steve, just about half an HOUR?”

“That is an over exaggeration Robin, it’s only been like-“

“Honestly, man, i’m concerned for you. You are like next level OBSESSED with Eddie. Eddie Munson. You do realise this right??? You are obsessed with him, Steve.”

To this Steve sputters, lazily waving his hands back and forth.

“No, Robin, what the hell are you talking about? I am not OBSESSED. No need to be jealous, alright, Stevie-Boy here can have more than one friend. Your spot in my heart isn’t any less special now that it’s beginning to be shared by another.” He bats his eyelashes up at her, holding both hands over his chest as if to cradle his heart.

“Oh my GOD! You even SOUND LIKE HIM!”, she playfully slaps his shoulder. “Steve. You are obsessed.”

“I am not obsessed! He’s just a really great guy, alright-“

“Blah blah, yep whatever you say, lover boy.” Robin quips, plopping down onto the chair chair infront of their staff computer, turning herself to face it.

“Wha- what? Lover boy? What the hell Robin, that is not- that doesn’t even make any sense!”

She is just smiling at him now, enjoying seeing him spiral like this. Steve let’s out a sigh as he puts his hands on his hips, and shakes his head, looking at her right back.

He opens and closes his mouth afew times, like he’s really thinking about what he wants to say next. Or like he has no idea what to say next, and his brain is not moving fast enough to formulate the next sentence his mouth knows he wants to say. He wasn’t obsessed. That’s not- that’s like- no. No he was not, Robin was just playing around with him, she knew how to get on his nerves. Get him all wound up over little things just to see him react like this.

After a minute or two, Robin realises Steve was not going to reply anytime soon, so she turns fully back toward him. Saving him from his spiral.

“So, what are you’re plans for tonight Steve-O?”

He lets out a chuckle and walks around the counter till he’s behind it with Robin, leaning his back against it so he can stand across from her and face her.

“Well, not really sure. Parents aren’t home, no early shift tomorrow, might drink afew beers, listen to some music, —“

“See what Eddie’s doin?” Robin finishes for him, quirking her eyebrows up and down as she does it.

“Oh shut up!” Steve just laughs and softly throws a tape from the counter at her chest. “As a matter of fact, yeah I will see what he’s up to. Because we are friends now, Robin. Is that a problem? Actually I was also gonna ask you what you were up to after work, too, but you know what after this I’m having second thoughts, I mean, the way you’ve been treating me lately-“

“Oh my god, you are the worst. Yes, I’m free, of course I’ll hang out with you dingus. You and your tweedle dee.”

Steve laughs at this, then tilts his head.

“Wait, does that make me dumb? Tweedle dumb?! That’s how you see me?”

“Yeah it is actually, got a problem?”

“Oh wow, she’s feisty today. Can’t believe you think I’m dumb, Rob’s. When you come knockin’ tonight, do not expect a warm greeting at my front door.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll take my chances.”

- later. steve’s house. to be continued?

[bonetrousledbones]

suddenly felt a call to draw the ouppies and was unable to resist

[littlecrittereli]

those nightmares be hitting bruh

[lunacias]

001: first shift

[edorazzi]

Page 4 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Adrien is adorably optimistic and Felix is about to get a huge shock at public school - but from what? 👀

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