#Bill blames himself

[nenoname]

stan spending their childhood trying to make ford's polydactyly something positive in ford's life and genuinely believing its super cool....

[jesse-pinko]

My bitchass hellrot brain can’t help but think ab all the other Stans from all those other dimensions where Dipper and Mabel didn’t make it… indefinite mirror shards of a completely broken man mired in guilt over the loss of his entire family

[theseusmcalt]

getting emotional over fabian and his parents again because fuck. how could he not love them? they were good, sometimes, even though they hurt him accidentally, and his friends have been hurt so much worse- how could he ever complain? how could he ever abandon his mother, his father, the legacies that made up who he was supposed to be? who he isn't anymore? sure, they left him all alone, and sure, they weren't perfect- but they were better than his friends parents, a lot of the time. (worse, too.) he was provided for and never worried a day in his life about money or if he would have a place to sleep, how could he complain in the face of adaine and riz and kristen? how could he? and how could he face his mother, and ask for an apology he's not even sure he's earned? she's happy, with a new partner and baby on the way- maybe he was the issue. maybe fabian's the bad one- she doesn't drink as much with fig around, does she?

do you think fabian blames himself for his childhood issues while denying he had any is what i'm saying basically.

[soup4k]

highlight from my warmup doodles

if you saw this on my alt... no you didnt.

[iristial]

"Surely Shouma wasn't the Granute that ate Hanto's mother," I said calmly while pacing the floor because why would Shouma have this reaction unless he was a witness or the perpetrator, we haven't seen Shouma's Granute form yet, and the story hasn't clarified whether making minions with a gavv specifically requires eating humans, which means that maybe during Dente's modifications he let Shouma loose in the human world to see if the surgeries worked/Shouma went a little wild and broke loose from containment, but nothing happened when Shouma ate a human aka Hanto's mum so the Stomachs dismissed the modifications as a failure, Dente suppressed Shouma's memories of the surgeries and the 'failed' minion experiment, and that's why Shouma can't remember anything from that time period that would add to his extensive list of reasons to hate myself -

[ceslatoil]

Book of Bill Spoilers under the cut

Bill screaming at the reader during the ending of book of bill about how he doesn’t need his henchmaniacs “who haven’t called” or his family “who held back his talents” and Sixer who ruined “his one shot at liberating reality” and capping it off with a rant about how he “doesn’t miss any of them!”

What a miserable, broken little man. Alone. Incapable of self reflection, unable to accept help. Deeply lonely but has no way to express that in a healthy way. You don’t have to mourn him but good god do you feel pity.

[androgynealienfemme]

Been absolutely obsessed with billford lately mostly cause it’s very obvious they were total soulmates and Bill fumbled him and I’m obsessed with that. Like they were perfect together! Mirrors of each other! Clearly both praise starved ego driven weirdos! Ford would have worshipped Bill forever and Bill would have given him existence itself if he had asked. But no Bill had to be a dumbass. And now look at them. Divorcecore to the max. In another universe they’re still together tho <3

[agent-troi]

words cannot express just how desperately i want to punch bill mulder in the mouth

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

last post for the night i swear

the real tragic part about the whole science fair incident is that perpetual motion is impossible to achieve

ford’s machine would have never worked, regardless of whether or not stan had interacted with it

(warning i accidentally wrote an approximately 30-tag dive into ford’s character in the tags don’t click see more if you don’t want to read that)

anyway!! good night everyone ❤️‍🩹

[scucharlie]

when I say Mabel is selfish I mean it as this is valuable trait that should be explored upon and also she's 12 and that's a very 12 yr old thing to do and also it parraels stans having to grow up fast and beibg ""selfish"" with money as he grew up gwtting kicked ou. she's my silly sausage ok

[eldragon-x]

What differenciates Ford and Bill as being doomed by the narrative and dooming himself within the narrative respectively to me is that most of what happened to Ford wasn't his fault while most of what happened to Bill was of his own making

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Thanks to Ford and his stupid family, he had no more backup attempts, no more portals, no Henchmaniacs, no more suckers he could puppet around or trick into doing his dirty work— Thanks to Ford, he had nothing.

Uh-huh. Sure, pal. I'm sure it's ALL his fault and no one else's.

[buckyalpine]

18+ Filth and pure smut. My mind is on a sexy dilf Bucky with those delicious greys in his beard. I want his sweet wife teasing him over his age, especially after he shakes his head over the way their teenage sons friends keep trying to subtly hit on her. He doesn't blame them because his wife is gorgeous; an absolute milf and he's the luckiest man on the planet to call her his.

You can't help but playfully pinch his side when Bucky ushers your son and his friends all out of the house, slipping him a few bills, insisting he stay out late as he wants. He even gives him permission to crash at a friends house for the night leaving the two of you alone. (of course your son already knows why his dad is so persistent and it leaves him both disgusted and happy his parents are still so in love).

"Breakin' young boys hearts, Mrs. Barnes" Bucky lets out a low chuckle, untying the apron that was tied around your waist, letting it drop to the floor.

"Careful there, old man" You tease, giggling at the way he cocks an eyebrow not that the house was empty, "Might get a heart attack if you try anything at your age" and with that you saunter off to the bathroom to run a shower, looking over your shoulder to see if your husband would follow. He watches the way your hips sway, the insatiable little minx in you trying to get a rise out of him, discarding your clothing in the middle of the bedroom and leaving the bathroom door unlocked on purpose.

He'd show you exactly what an old man could do.

****

You felt your muscles relax as steam filled the room, hot water spraying against your skin while you added your peach shower gel to the loofah. You wondered what Bucky was up to, usually he'd-

"James" You gasp, feeling your husbands hard cock brush against your ass as he presses up you from behind, his large hands moving up your soap slicked body to grope onto your lathered breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples, giving them a harsh tug.

"Shhh," He smirked, nipping your neck, his tongue running up your skin, licking up the water droplets, "Don't stop on my account gorgeous, go on" He let out a satisfied hum when you went back to gently scrubbing your skin, his hands moving to rub up your thighs, ghosting in between them before pulling away and standing in front of you. His cock stood tall and proud, his swollen tip so pink, begging to be touched.

"James, please-

"Uh-uh, thought m' just an old man baby, just doin' what old men do" He smirked, palming himself, his eyes raking up and down your body, wrapping his hand around his shaft, "Aren't you pretty"

You went along with exactly what Bucky wanted, letting your hands trail along your body, soapy bubbles flowing down your curves while your husband started to stroke himself while leaning against the cold shower wall. "You're a pretty sight, look at what you do me to darlin' got me acting like a perverted little boy, touching myself while watching you"

He groaned, jerking himself faster, not sure what he wanted to focus on first. He'd seen you naked plenty of times and he'd certainly showered with you more times that he could count but he'd never get tired of the sight of his wife covered in the cutest bubbles, dripping wet, putting on a shower all just for him.

While Bucky was admiring you, you admired him right back. He'd aged like fine wine, his chestnut hair still luscious, the ends of his hair curling from the steam of the water. His beard had a few flecks of grey which just added to how handsome he was along with the thick muscle that ran under his skin. Nothing turned you on more than a very naked Bucky under hot water, lost in self pleasure with you as his muse. Every groan and whimper was for you, shamelessly touching every intimate part of himself because of you. It was that very sight that had your fingers start to travel down your body, your pussy desperately craving attention.

"That's mine, sugar" Bucky grabbed your wrist before you could slip it between your thighs, pulling it away and positioning himself behind you again. "This pussy here-" His palm cupped every bit of your cunt in the most debauched way, his cock slotted between your ass while his chest was pressed against your back, "Is all mine. I get to play with her baby, s'mine to touch"

"Then touch me Jamie, please" Your voice was nothing more than a whine now and the pet name that slipped out was more than enough for Bucky to know you needed him bad.

"M'Jamie now, huh? Thought I was just an old man before" He chuckled, rubbing his cockhead against your slicked entrance, teasing and letting the tip catch on your hole and pulling away before stuffing his way in.

"F-FUCK JAMES!" You cried out as he set a brutal pace without warning, his thighs slamming against your ass, his hands holding your hips with a bruising grip. "P-PLEASE-Don't-don't stop!"

"That's it, scream for me baby, let everyone know how your husband fucks you" Bucky's hands held onto you for dear life, fucking you like a ragdoll, his fingers skimming across your belly and down to your clit. He could feel your stretch marks as he felt your body up, one of his favorite things about you, his mind starting to wander.

He remembered the way they felt when you were pregnant with your son, the way he'd hold onto your belly, tracing over those gorgeous lines as they made room for his growing baby boy. He'd feel those same curves when making love to you, loving the way you were extra sensitive, constantly craving for him to fill you up. You were the most gorgeous thing when you had a piece of him inside you, fuck he missed it, his balls felt so fuckin' heavy and full and maybe it was just the heat and steam from the shower but-

"Think you could handle another baby?" Bucky purred, his cock already getting harder at the thought of you with a rounded belly again, looking fucking gorgeous, barefoot and pregnant. He was perfectly happy with the way things were but another wouldn't hurt....

Fuck it.

"M'gonna knock you up pretty girl, you'll have my baby again won't ya, gonna let me get you pregnant again? Show everyone I still know how to fuck, show em how well you take my cum in that tight little cunt"

"Oh God, Jamess" Your eyes practically crossed as his fingers began to strum your clit, your head thrown back, barring your neck letting him bite and suck bruises onto your skin, groaning into your ear, "Gonna-gonna cum"

"C'mon mommy, make me a daddy again" Bucky's pace grew faster, the obscene sound of skin slapping filling the bathroom. "Milk my cock, take my cream, want it, want another baby"

Bucky angled his hips to hit depths you didn't know were possible, his fingers rubbing tight circles onto your clit along with those words alone sent you crashing head first into your orgasm. A sob slipped past your lips as your vision went white, your cunt greedily pulsing and gripping onto Bucky's cock, coaxing for him to empty his balls in you.

"That's-fuck that's it, just like that, milk it, shit mommy, milk daddy's cock, fuck'm'gonna-oh God I'm cumming!" Bucky bit down onto your shoulder letting out a slutty moan as cum burst from his cock, his endless orgasm leading to drops of his pearly white seed splashing onto the shower tile below. "Fuck, you make me cum so hard for you baby"

His hips stutterd at the aftershocks of his orgasm, his cock still throbbing the last few spurts while his arms held your limp body, rinsing you both off. He wrapped you up with a fluffy towel, carrying you bed with ease and snuggling up in the sheets.

"Meant what I said, angel" Bucky gave you a soft smile, a hint of shyness now replacing his previous dominant demeanor. "How about another"

"I'd give you as many babies as you want, Mr. Barnes" You giggled, squealing when he rolled on top of you, instantly hard-

My bad, I got distracted while already distracted and then this happened. Look at him though, can you blame me.

[thebestusernamepossible]

This is so silly (derogatory) EVEN IF Stanford had been the most gullible idiot ever, falling for Bill while he was the most cartoonishly evil villain ever and just went ‘ignore that sixer I’m a cool dude’ to negate it. EVEN IF he was a terrible manipulator (he wasn’t! It’s literally working on you rn!) it would not be Ford’s fault for trusting him! You cannot place the blame on your victim for being ‘easy to manipulate’ that’s worse actually! Just means you did something bad fo someone who trusted you implicitly!

nice argument however you’re wrong

this fucking reeks of victim blaming. calling someone stupid and selfish for getting abused an manipulated i see.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

LEAVE THE WARMEST BED I’VE EVER KNOWN

katsuki bakugou x reader

on a cold winter night, you gain news that your ex boyfriend and pro-hero dynamight has returned from a work trip out of the country. coincidentally, he’s calling your phone right now.

part 1/2

inspired by ‘tis the damn season

everything you learned about katsuki while he was away was against your will.

following in all might’s footsteps, and right after one messy, icy breakup, katsuki left to do hero work in the united states. if you wanted to know who he was hanging with, what girls he was supposedly kissing, or who he was replacing you with, you could have asked. seeing his life in footnotes, on instagram stories and through headlines was the kind of cold that fogged up windshield glass.

theres a lingering ache in your heart, put there by the ache in katsuki’s.

your breakup felt inevitable, more than anything. circumstances, timing, stress… one second, he’s loving you. the next, he’s telling you he needs to think things through. and right after that, he’s on a plane to los angeles with kirishima.

it was almost nice, not having to see him at the agency or anywhere else. you wouldn’t be tempted to call his phone, since the international bill would only break your heart more. you couldn’t go to his apartment because it’d be empty- if you’re not counting the phantoms of lost love.

the 2 weeks he was gone felt like an eternity on your end. you blamed the time zones, though you knew they weren’t capable of freezing time and making your heart ache more each minute.

and with the first snowfall of the season, katsuki bakugou lands back in his home country.

he thanks the attendants in his private jet, shoving his already warm hand into his pockets as he steps out into the brisk air. its colder than he remembered, as if the world felt the same loneliness he was experiencing.

its 10pm, and the snow is glistening against the moonlight like a mirrorball. the sky is blanketed by clouds, a pink hue washing over katsuki as he steps out of the airport and into the night.

he stares at his contacts for a second. he intends on calling an uber.

but either his thumb slipped, or he missed you too much to care about the cold pricking his fingertips. each could be true.

you’re in the process of turning up your heater when your phone lights up through the dark. fingers peeking out the sleeve of your sweater grasp the device, nearly dropping it to the floor when you see who’s trying to reach you.

as if on instinct, your thumb hovers over the green button, before ultimately letting it go to voice mail.

after a hot shower to drown out the chill, you find him calling again. this time, you sit on the edge of your bed, finally resigning to pick up.

you don’t say anything first, wanting to hear him first. maybe you had to make sure this wasn’t some twisted dream.

“…hey babe.” katsuki says, his gruff voice lingering with a soreness in his throat that can only come from prolonged exposure to the cold. that, paired witb the familiar nickname despite the circumstances, makes you clutch your phone.

“hey, kats.” you say, shifting on your bed to get comfortable. after all, any emotional night with katsuki bakugo was destined to be long.

“when did you land?” you ask, fiddling with your fingers. you hope he doesn’t hear the trepidation in your voice.

“an hour ago.” he says, stifling a sniffle like a child would. you almost laugh, knowing him too well. he wasn’t the kind of guy you could forget easily.

“i just needed to hear your voice.” he admits, more to himself than to you. crimson eyes watch the way the snowflakes fall to the ground, dancing around in the wind. he remembers how much you love snowflakes. how you’d always try to catch them on your tongue, and how stupid he thought it was. the things he’d give to go back to that.

the uncharacteristic vulnerability in his voice makes your eyes water. it was something about the cold that brought out the aches in people. like holidays that linger like bad perfume, you both could run from the hurt before getting lost in the snow. you escaped into your warm apartment, away from the world, while katsuki escaped into crowds of adoring fans away from home.

whats funny is that both of you remember how the other left.

the cold air pricks at katsuki’s fingers while he waits for a response. he almost thinks the connections gone out, when in truth, your holding back tears.

with a shaky sigh, you speak. “lets… call it even, then.” you whisper, but he’s captivated by your words like a firework show. “i wanted to hear you, too.”

the breath of relief katsuki lets out can be seen in the cold, night air.

there was about 100 thrown out letters you wished you could send him. you could vomit words onto paper, send them out into the winter air and let the wind deliver your confessions to him.

and honestly, he wants you to. more than anything, he wants to sleep in with you, pull the blankets over that shield you from the cold just for old time sake. and if you don’t want him to stay this time, then he won’t ask you to wait.

if this doesn’t work out, he’ll go back to LA. he’ll let his so called fans write books and stories about him, about his heroism and his nobility without knowing how much his heart hurts on the inside. they’ll wonder about the only soul who knows what that hurt feels like. the only soul who knows all the smiles he’s faking: you.

he hopes that he only breaks his own heart, wanting to spare you from it. if he could, he’d leave you the warmest bed you’ve ever known. he’d call you babe for the weekend, and love you warm against the winter chill.

if somewhere, in his heart, katsuki’s love for you despite the breakup remained the same, then it was the same for you, too. if its okay with you, its okay with him. you could call it even. you’re missing his smile, and you want him to hear you out.

you might have to, with what he’s about to say next.

“…i’m outside, babe.”

part 2 soon 🫧

[t-hal-mothman]

I just want to show yous a little bit of "snack time" exploring Love the fact that this guy is so weird, and it's SO amazing!!!

a little bit of this

and that

and Fordsy gets bite-... probably tried to steal a snack >:(

I'm going to put a couple of thoughts under the cut, because for some reason site don't let me put these thoughts in tags…

SO it will be in a slightly expanded form, since these are no longer tags. I'LL JUST GIVE SOME SPACE FOR IT

I just love exploring the topic of all sorts of strange creatures, as if it's just fun to play with who they are and what they are, it's fun to watch how they exist and what they do, it's fun to look at their habits or features of anatomy!!! For example, how this or that creature can eat or drink, it's just cool when some example of this is given in the canon, you can play with it!

ABOUT STRAW! This fantastic straw in cup on is probably from some kind of cosmic Ice Cream Parlour?? It's like you know, usually gets for kids, but Bill just go and ordered this particular huge fancy straw for himself. AND I don't blame him, because I would have done EXACTLY the same thing if this was once an option in the order…

I was fighting all night to publish these sketches, the site just wouldn't let me do it. I had to cut it into a bunch of small sketches, because apparently tumblr believes that triangle eating food is something indecent-

I JUST HOPE THAT THIS TIME THE POST WILL WORK, BECAUSE I USED LITERALLY ALL THE TIPS TO FINALLY PUBLISH THE DAMN POST!