#(kindaaaa)

[criiitter]

no character is safe from the slutty half up half down

[potato-lord-but-not]

John being cold all the time (I’m projecting) and Oscar’s a walking furnace n he’s there to give me I mean give John cozy warm cuddles (I miss my wife)

[c4tsil]

Luffy loves Bon clay but his ass is NOT Zoro.

[starlightshore]

artwork I drew for my fanfic: Place Your Bets on Winning Hats, my "Loop won/Bad Ending" AU!

[vepppy]

guiding key ✨

[krakoan]

Weren't we the stars in heaven? Weren't we the salt in the sea?

[krispiblueberry]

tails is somehow the child of divorce and the marriage counselor simultaneously

[sweetspecterz]

turn my headphones up real loud i don't think i need them now cause you stop the noise. ---

THE LITTLE BABIES UGGGHGH i love them dearly......... i had a vision and i had to draw it.

[ngage2003]

Jay has an obsession with movies and camera work. It began when he first began to fathom that—rather than simply fall out of the sky—a movies are made by people, from the sets to the clothing to the music, its all a human touch, coalescing together like a dish's complex flavor palette.

I think some of his first few times on the computer were spent trying to read about films, finding forums where people discussed and debated them, pooling together their collective knowledge in a tight knit tapestry of strings on the screen. Never has he had enough access to enough answers though, he has always wanted more, to know more, to understand a film in its totality. He went occasionally I think to the library with Alex, and there he tried to find any books he could on film, buying any magazines he saw interviewing directors, stuffing his room tight with information he read and reread a thousand times.

I think some of Jay's earliest times spent holding a camera were recording shitty home videos, trying to figure out the right mix of artsy and direct, to mimick those what inspired him.

I think he'd show them to Alex most often, who would ruthlessly tear them apart, something that impossibly only prompted Jay to do better, to try again to wow him. To give up felt impossible.

Capturing moments, documenting, cinematography and its complexities and how it captures life—all these things always fascinated Jay. They're what he and Alex bonded over, though Jay was such a different kind of zealot from him.

I think Alex kind of enjoyed it. He loved watching Jay's face light up at the prospect of an exclusive interview or DVD special features. Alex never had a ton of money on him, and he often would be kind of cheap with others, but getting Jay gifts was a different matter sometimes, especially when it required Alex's online expertise to hunt something down.

Normally he would charge for that, but for Jay it was free. He always found excuses for why he owed Jay though, why any thousands of reasons it would be a payback. What were friends for if not that?

[blindmagdalena]

just because antony starr posts so much about his dogs ... how would homelander feel if vought gave him a dog to raise? you know, to bump up his numbers or something so he couldn't get out of it haha

i'm firmly of the opinion that Homelander doesn't like animals, and animals generally don't like him. he's the kind of guy who poses with horses and gets bit. cats hiss at him. dogs tuck their tails and give him whale-eye.

the thing is he was never raised with animals. he doesn't speak their language any better than he speaks our social language. they stink, they shed, they're lesser. pets are just another thing in this world that he was denied, and instead of letting that be one of many heartaches, he chooses disdain. he can't be hurt by it if he never lets himself want it in the first place.

it's precisely because of this that i really enjoy the idea of a dog being foisted onto him. especially one that inexplicably does like him. an excitable young golden retriever that was born and raised under fluorescent lights, destined for doom in a lab, but some genetic or behavioral incompatibility with the project caused it to be rejected.

he'd be extremely put out. there's something infuriating about the way it wags its tail whenever he so much as looks at it. he wants nothing to do with it, and yet it still follows him absolutely everywhere he goes. it barks and whines when he shuts it out of rooms he's in. it drives him crazy that the thing just won't take the hint.

"You're pathetic, you know that?" he says, practically seething. not even he's completely sure why.

he fucking hates the way it begs. those big dumb eyes not understanding his rejection. how it reflexively performs little tricks over and over and over for any scrap of approval, no matter how many times he tells it to go away. hell, it even starts to get excited about that because at least he's paying attention to it, and god, that's all it wants.

"Would you shut up!"

it's just too much. the whining, the hair, the constant demand. it overstimulates him.

deep down, what he hates is how much of himself he sees when he looks at it. the desperate pleading part of him that barks and sits and fetches when told to. the part of him that always obeys. that always wants to obey.

"What is it gonna take for you to get it? I don't want you!"

Nobody wants you. You're not like them.

he never hurts it. never lashes out physically. he's been told what to do with it and for better or worse, he's going to do it. albeit the most bare minimum.

but then he comes home one day and there's no scratch of paws skittering over wood floors. there's no wagging tail, no excited yelps. his gut churns and for a second he thinks the thing must be dead. instead he finds the pup curled up in its bed by the window, staring vacantly out at the skyline.

maybe there's something worse than seeing what you hate about yourself in something else. maybe it's becoming just like the people who made you the way you are.

after weeks of rejecting the thing, he has the audacity to be hurt that it's given up on him.

who gave it that right? why is this stupid little animal allowed to give up when after years and years and years, Homelander is still Vought's show pony?

"Hey!" he snaps, all anger and hurt and rejection.

the dogs ears pin. it looks at him. and there's just... nothing there. no hope, no expectation. who knew a dog could look depressed? he finally got his point across.

and he hates everything about it.

so he kneels down next to the dog bed, jaw tight. he stares for a long while before he just... gives the dog a pat. he's bad at it, his touch stilted and awkward through the glove, but he sits and he pets the damn dog.

eventually, that little tail thumps lightly against the bed, and he feels something tight in his chest loosen slightly.

"Good boy," he says quietly, a little surprised by how easily the words come to him.

he's always thought of praise and affection as something difficult. something hard won. his life doesn't make sense if it isn't.

the dejection doesn't go away instantly. it's a slow thing, like a wilted flower coming back after too many days without water.

but one day he comes home to the skitter of paws and a flurry of fur, and for the first time, it makes him smile.

[wooyoungisbaby]

how many times do u think this has happened in the group chat

[more ateez memes]

[startistdoodles]

@0mega-starl1ght Baby Cosmog Lumia <3

[starmancreations]

GRAVITY FALLS BILL AND FORD ANIMATIC⚠️📔

Idk if animatics do good here but IDC IM TO PROUD OF THIS NOT TO SHARE💕

[nightwngobssd]

Anytime I think of what Dick Grayson would look like I picture tamino-

Like look at this man

You cannnot tell me this isn’t what Dick Grayson would look like.

Like????

The hair?? The nose??? The eyes?? The earring??? All of it??? I swear it screams Dick Grayson.

No I won’t be taking criticism.

[wild-moss-art]

Self indulgent rwby x arcane 💖

[cowboyboygirl]

desire, i want to turn into you

rating: T

word count: 2.6k

summary: Dreams are sweet, until they’re not.

snippet:

“Uh, you literally listen to Metallica?” Cassie chimes from across the aisle. Somebody gets it. She only seems half interested in the music she’s sifting through, but the small pile she’s got stacked beside her has been steadily growing.

“Superman listens to Metallica. That’s, like, extra cool.”