#And my yearly gift?

[tealmussel]

It's my birthday, and I made this. :D

I actually shaded! Straight from color! I knew those shape shading practices were worth it.

[tea-and-finalfantasy]

Starscream doesn't waste his time considering matters of coincidence (he is ceaselessly haunted by the ghosts of his past)

somehow managed to post this one despite being sick & having laptop shutdown issues. maybe i actually posted this one (& didn't keep it infinitely in WIP hell like those... 50 or so MK1 fics...) out of spite

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[personinthepalace]

Cadillac Ranch - Mischief Movie Night In (featuring Josh Elliott's dance moves)

for @inked-out-trees - happy birthday!!

[copiawife]

i did it!! i survived holiday retail and looked pretty damn cute doing it ^^

[milleniumtree]

It's kind of lucky for Hänsel and Gretel that the majority of their parental figures aren't the greatest, because can you imagine mother's day for them otherwise

Hänsel: help what should I get Eve we're running out of time

Gretel: I don't know, I'm still waiting for Prim's jewelry to get here, then I'll worry about her

Hänsel: its literally tomorrow!

Gretel: I know, I know!

Hänsel: I got Julia cat food, and Banica regular food but I can't give her food! What, am I meant to give her apples?

Gretel: of course not, are you crazy?!

Hänsel: well I don't know!

[oifaaa]

Bruce: Perfect. Now my second son can wear full-body armor and pants when he’s following me around in Gotham. // Dick Grayson: Hey Jason. You wanna be cool like your big brother :)

Honestly I buy that the real reason why Bruce was against Jason becoming Robin was purely the lack of protection and then dick just shows up out of no where not only telling jason he can be Robin but gifting him the exact same Robin outfit dick wore short shorts and all

[bigeloo]

Stares super super normal

[moe-broey]

Can I get an F in the chat for the Maine State Ballet Nutcracker this year? For me.

[blkwag]

happy tyler adams day 💗

[bi-rising]

yet again reminded that I fucking. hate. christmas.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I love investigating things that don't matter. I've used my sleuthing skills to figure out who has me for Secret Santa for like 5 years. Right now I'm trying to figure out who all of the office staff applicants are for the summer camp I work at. I have 6/7 confirmed, just waiting on confirmation from one person and then I'm set. A surprising amount of people texted me back immediately at 1am.

[seumyo]

a softie for sentimentality, bakugou katsuki.

Bakugou wears a bracelet. You’ve known about it for as long as you could remember, but only decided to acknowledge it now that you’re in your third year at UA, two weeks before graduation.

It wasn’t flashy or adorned with any kind of logo—just a simple, sturdy piece of metal with a stainless clasp that he seemed to wear all the time. You tilted your head as you studied it.

“You’ve had that bracelet for as long as I can remember,” you said, sitting down on his study chair. It’s a privilege to even set foot inside of his room without immediately being told (yelled) off, really.

Bakugou looked up from his book and glanced at you. “Yeah, and?”

“Is there, like, a story behind it?”

“No story,” he said with a shrug, but you weren’t entirely convinced.

“Really? That’s so bland. I thought there’d be like a gut-wrenching or life-changing story for it.”

He sat up from his bed with a huff, his eyes narrowing at you. “It’s just somethin’ I wear. What’s it to you?”

You raised your hands in mock surrender, a playful smile on your lips. “Alright, Mr. Mysterious. Keep your secrets.”

“Fuck off, dipshit.”

“Again with that! Why can’t you be nicer now that we’re graduating?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

-

But the conversation stuck to you.

It’s the day of graduation when you presented him with a small, handmade box. It was simple, made of sturdy cardboard decorated with his signature colors and an orange ribbon to match. Bakugou rose a brow.

“What’s this for?” He asks, holding it up like the box might explode at any given moment, though there was no bite to it.

“A box.”

“No shit,” he scoffs, “what’s in it?”

“Open it to find out!” You egged him on.

Bakugou sighs, opening the box with a focused pout. He went quiet when he saw what was inside.

“Ta-da! A bracelet,” you said, smiling. “For you. Thought you could use something new to switch things up.”

He held the stringed bracelet in his hand, looking at the material as if it would erupt in flames if he glared hard enough. It was a stark contrast to his metal one—brightly colored warm complementary beads with little charms that somehow still managed to feel like him. There was a red charm shaped like an explosion, a black bead with a skull design, and a small silver charm with an engraved kanji for “strength.”

“I’m not wearing this,” he said flatly.

It’s like your cartoonish heart balloon had suddenly been popped with a prickly needle.

“What? Why not? It’s cool!” you argued. “I even made it myself to really match you!”

“It’s not my style.”

“Sure it is. Look, it’s got black, silver, and even a little red—it screams Bakugou Katsuki.”

“I didn’t get you anythin’ as a parting gift,” he tells you.

“Don’t worry about it! It’s fine,” you replied, waving your hand in dismissal. “Just thought this’ll go with your metal bracelet.”

He nodded, though there was a somewhat frustrated pout on his expression, muttering something under his breath a soft “thanks,” and placed the gift back in the box, never actually letting you see him wearing it during that moment.

-

Years later, during a photoshoot for the yearly hero gala, Bakugou stood in front of the camera in his full Dynamight suit. The photographer adjusted the lights, snapping rapid shots as Bakugou struck his signature confident poses.

“Hold still,” the stylist said, adjusting his gauntlet slightly. Her eyes flicked to his wrist, and she paused. “Oh, that’s cute. Is that handmade?”

Bakugou blinked, following her gaze. Wrapped around his wrist, right next to his ever-present metal bracelet, was the colorful string bracelet you had made him all those years ago.

He stiffened slightly, but instead of taking it off, he shrugged. “Yeah. What about it?”

The stylist smiled warmly. “It’s a nice touch. Makes you seem... approachable. And quite frankly, it matches your suit.”

Bakugou snorted. “Whatever. Let’s get this over with.”

-

When the photos surfaced online, fans quickly noticed the bracelet. Social media practically exploded that day.

Is Dynamight wearing a friendship bracelet??

A HANDMADE BRACELET ON DYNAMIGHT??

Guys, he’s worn this thing for YEARS. Check the old pictures! 🙂‍↔️

You, of course, caught wind of the news—because honestly, who wouldn’t when it took all social media platforms by storm? You saw the posts one evening while scrolling through your phone. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the photos. It was unmistakable—the bracelet you had made all those years ago.

Long after your UA days were behind you and your lives had taken you and Bakugou down different paths, the all-too-familiar bracelet made you smile sadly—more nostalgic happiness than actual sadness, really.

You stared at the screen, sighing quietly. You thought back to the last time you’d spoken, to the unspoken decision that had pulled you in different directions. You never thought something as small as a bracelet would still mean anything to him.

You didn’t even think you’d live to see the day he wears it, much less keep it after the years.

But there it was, bright and unapologetic on his wrist, a subtle reminder of a bond that hadn’t completely faded with time.

Somewhere across the city, Bakugou stood on a rooftop, the evening wind tugging at his hero uniform. He glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist, running his thumb over the frayed edges of the string. He smirked to himself, a quiet acknowledgment of the past and the person who’d given it to him.

“Guess you were right,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the wind. “It does scream Bakugou Katsuki.”

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[phantomrose96]

Feature ideas I have to make tumblr worse

Unfollow notifications. When someone unfollows you, you receive a notification about it. The notification includes the last post of yours that the unfollower saw so you know what the final straw was.

If the unfollower was a mutual then this notification comes with stats about how long you were mutuals and a list of comutuals who have to pick sides in the divorce. The comutuals receive this notification too

Ability to edit other people's replies.

Ability to edit other people's blog themes.

The ability to gift debuffs like those cooking competition shows. Pay $15 to make someone you hate only be allowed to post 20 times a day. Pay $30 and they can only make posts out of the set of pre-approved family-friendly message options like the Webkinz chatroom.

De-blaze. Halt someone else's post right in its tracks by removing all impressions. The more a post is circulating the more expensive this is.

30 Day Trial Follows. When you follow someone you can't unfollow them for at least 30 days because c'mon, don't you wanna at least give them a chance?

Obligatory "Tumblr houses". You have to act really really excited for the yearly sportsball tournament or risk being shadowbanned. Your blog is forcibly themed after your Tumblr house.

Obligatory name, face, and address when you sign up. This isn't for verification or anything this is explicitly for doxxing. Hopefully you'll think twice about posting your rancid My Little Pony take now that you know the whole fandom can be at your doorstep in an hour.

[misanthropiczombie]

Do you want to know the super specific reason I love having and FSA?

Like obviously there are the real person adult pre-tax medical cost things. That's important and good and all.

BUT! It means at the end of the year I can guilt free buy a load of welly bandages to spend down what doesn't roll over.

They're great bandages, but more importantly, I get to put cucumber bandages on when I get hurt.

And is that not the definition of adulting?

[vampyrluver]

Yall im watching ben wyatt compilations nd hikding back tears i love him sm lmfao i was in a sour mood tonight but he cured me, i need to rewatch parks and rec that show is just.....ugh