#GOT IT BACK LMAOOO

[forfuckssakejim]

i just wanna be fun and leave dumb easter eggs for my new poetry collection im droping. is that okay lol

[theloveinc]

mating press is so objectively ugly ... embarrassing

[skarmoree]

a veritable flock of Robins

clap and cheer for me pls this took 75 hours

see explanations for the designs here

[willowser]

aww aww katsuki coming home to find you and your kiddos in the kitchen, a disarray of gingerbread and icing and candies spread out across the dining room table.

you'd managed to dye your daughters frosting pink, and she's jumping up and down on her tippy-toes when she sees him, grinning so hard the tendons in her neck are straining. she'd wanted to build and decorate her own gingerbread house this year, but so far she's spent the last twenty minutes being very particular about only the first wall.

"daddy!" she leans her head all the way back when he puts his hand on her face, giggling beneath his palm with her little squished nose. "look at mine, look at mine!"

your wobbly son jumps up in his own chair, using the table as leverage to balance himself as he lets out a squeal of gibberish that vaugely sounds like an echo of what his sister is saying. at the excited pitch in his voice, her head whips around, free from katsuki's grip as her brows furrow.

"he's not even decorating anything," she protests—and she's not wrong; whatever your little boy is doing hardly classifies as 'decorating', and is more like 'eating all the frosting he can before getting caught'. there is a mess of sugar dried all around his mouth.

still, your son squeals in his chair, jumping up and down with even more energy when you place a hand on his butt, in case he slips. the promise of you only encourages him, and katsuki reaches across the table to snatch him up when he tries to get his little knee up on the surface.

your daughter's frown grows; sharing attention remains a soft spot for her. instead of saying anything, she only makes an annoyed little sound and presses her cheek into her dad's hip.

"stuff's gonna give you cavities," katsuki murmurs, though he picks up a few red and green candies and shares them with your already sugary boy—who hums happily. "need a toothbrush for christmas."

"no," your daughter pulls back and tugs on his belt loops, sneering up at him playfully when he pinches her nose. "you have cavities!"

katsuki makes a point to bare his teeth at her, and then presses his forehead to his son and does the same until they're both giggling. "ain't me, bighead,"

"you're a bighead!"

"yeah, 'n i am big, so what's your excuse?" a wicked little grin splits his face when she starts swinging on him, and he deposits your son into your lap before scooping her up off her feet, her girlish scream vibrant and happy in the space around you.

katsuki waits until she calms down a bit, holding her to his chest like a baby, before coming around the table to get a good look at her little pink masterpiece. he presses his mouth into her hair, like he does with you, and her little ruby eyes sparkle when he murmurs, "looks good, kid,"—just to her and only to her.

[jyndor]

sliman mansour - also referred to as suleiman mansour - is a palestinian painter, sculptor and cartoonist. he was born one year before the nakba in 1947 in birzeit, which is north of ramallah. he now resides in jerusalem. mansour is one of the most famous palestinian artists of all time, and palestinian american artist samia halaby considers him to be part of the liberation art movement¹. his art focuses on the concept of samud², or "a firm rootedness in the land." he is a founder of the league of palestinian artists³.

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on using only palestinian materials during the first intifada⁴:

That was the philosophy of the intifada. When you read their literature and leaflets, it's about boycotting Israeli goods and trying to rely on ourselves. Most people were trying to do that, by planting their land or starting a small farm to live from. As an artist I thought, why don't we do the same? Why don't we search for natural materials to do our work from?

The mud came from my childhood memories. As a child I used to work with my grandmother when she was building beehives and even ovens with mud. And I was always around her, trying to help. So when I thought about material that I could use, mud was the first thing that came to my mind. After a while, once I started making figures, I realized that the mud also reflects the human fate with the cracks, people waiting to disappear, fall down and go away.

go take a look at his art. reblog with your favorite pieces of his.

mine is the village awakens (1988)

sources:

jadaliyya interview with samia halaby

palestinian art by gannit ankori pg. 74

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dw interview with sliman mansour

his website | insta

[skellagirl]

Gordon/Barney/Alyx is really really funny to me conceptually bc it's like, two hot geniuses in their 20s who look at the 40-something smartass who hangs around and go 'yeah that guy. we both want him carnally'

[blu-ish]

the sibs

I found you faker! 🌎

[buwheal]

Out of curiosity, you don't have any magnets nearby, do you? I've heard that those make electronics go all funky-fied :/

[caravanlurker]

CPeeps’s soon to be muse uh oh uh oh UH OH

[totallynotlx]

RatioMei Thoughtssss

I saw an art on twt regarding a rarepair of Dr. Ratio and Ruan Mei and it has plagued me all day I need to write my thoughtsss

Imagining Dr. Ratio, most logical, most intelligent, most perfect (in his eyes anyway), falling in love with the very much dense Ruan Mei

"Love is irrational and irrelevant. It's something that I wouldn't ever dabble into." *Ruan Mei enters the scene* Dr. Ratio: ????????????????

They'd probably first bump into each other on the Space Station. Ruan Mei was visiting her little creations and he was just there by chance. He first sees him talking to Herta around the ship and even though they weren't acquainted yet, Ruan Mei offers him a sweet smile that makes his heart thump. He doesn't understand it one bit

He thinks of her as exquisite; perfectly beautiful among the pool of idiotic would-be scientists

He finds himself visiting the Space Station often. When asked what's the purpose of his visit, he'd be using all the convoluting words to explain it to the point that whoever is asking would just wave him off with a nod just to be done with the conversation

Meanwhile, Ruan Mei is inexplicably dense about it

She thinks its adorable to have one of the geniuses of the IPC having an interest on her studies (Miss Ma'am its you he's interested in tho lmaooo)

Ms Genius over here is too focused on her experiments and studies to notice this other too-proud-to-admit genius having a tiny bit of infatuation with her

One day while discussing the reports regarding her little creations, she was talking with one of the scientists that were monitoring their growth and Dr. Ratio stumbled upon the two and decided to linger

"Who the hell is he? What right does he have to stand close to her like that? Who does he think he is???"

His thoughts running rampant as they stand inches apart, Ruan Mei overlooking the little clipboard he had as she reviewed the data

She notices him in the corner of her eye and gives him a sideways glance. Before he could even register that he was noticed, Ruan Mei gives him a beaming smile

Dr. Ratio's heart explodes, not really, he reminds himself, its just a metaphor. I'm still alive, I'm fine, he thought as he feels the blood rush to his face. He turns the other way and buries his face into the book he always carries with him, hiding away the blush that crept to his face

[sergle]

I think my favorite thing about doing ginger red hair instead of cherry red hair is: lying to people about it

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

i have spread misinformation by making people believe episode 5 is the ' guns ' episode and to that i will personally apologize to every individual who thought that ragatha will fuck shit up with a gun ( even though i still think she will fuck shit up with a gun ) with a needlessly verbose letter that i will mail to their address , complete with a custom wax seal . /silly

it was actually the ' haha ! ' episode , which . Actually explains things a lot less . but i'm still holding out hope that she doesn't turn evil or anything . like come on it was just confirmed to be the ragasode what if it's just some fucked up inner demon that sometimes goes by 00 or somethi

[willowser]

sometimes i get the very strong urge to write a comes back ??? fic for bakugou but the more i think about it, the more i realize how emotionally taxing and honestly horrifying it would be.

you and bakugou spend a few years in that weird will-they-won't-they stage before you officially start seeing each other seriously, and then it takes some time to adjust to having a pro-hero for a partner — so it's not always easy. until the time goes by and you have a break up scare or two and things finally level out, and you figure out how to talk to each other and you fall into the beautifully warm comfort of just being together, in love.

and then he fucking dies. in a heart-explodey, blind-in-one-eye kind of way.

the two years that follow are just — time passing, like pages in a chapter you can't understand the words to. you know grief in a way you never could have comprehended before, you wonder what it's all for and how you'll go on. you're angry at him for sacrificing his stupid life and angry at the world for taking him from you, but you're so deeply, down to your bones, heartbroken over losing him.

and you're not the only one; more than any of his friends that you see, deku is the one who is there for you the most. calls you daily and pulls you out of bed, makes sure you eat because he knows that's what kacchan would want. lovingly flings out a few gruff insults that make you laugh until you're both crying in your kitchen. it means something, maybe, that you both can just mourn in the presence of one another, without judgement or care.

your relationship gets a little — dependent. not romantic, at least not for you, but it's like you need the other person for the bits of bakugou they hold that you don't. the memories and the laughs and the bad times as well as the good. the secrets katsuki would never tell you, and the tenderness izuku was never shown.

it never gets easier. every day is just another day. if you think about it for too long, it all comes crumbling down. you're almost having to disassociate through your life just to make it, and that's hard when the whole city mourns him, too. but you do it. every single day, even on the worst of them.

izuku calls you a little more than two years after, in the middle of the night.

sounding way too awake and out of breathe, though you don't think that's necessarily out of the ordinary, considering his profession. he's a very hyper-fixation kind of guy; you can only imagine what hobby he's picked up and also mastered in the last 48 hours.

he asks if he can come pick you up from your apartment because he "needs to show you something important" and you agree, even if it doesn't feel like it usually does, when the nights are long and you both need someone to talk to. this feels — urgent. a bit worrisome.

you don't know where he takes you, but he's quiet the whole way there. in an old sweater, hair mussed, bags under his eyes like he really hasn't slept in the last 48 hours.

("stupid flighty fucker," katsuki would say, sometimes, when the weight of the world was weighing too heavily on the number one hero's shoulders, and even if he would huff and puff and grit his teeth, you'd notice him checking his phone more often than usual. taking every phone call that came without hesitation.)

you almost want to tell izuku that, in the car, because that's what you do, that's how you've kept him alive between the two of you; kacchan would make a point to tell you that's not how generators work, in the shitty horror film you and deku go see, that kacchan wouldn't dare sit through.

("no, he would," you argue, solemn as the lights in the theater warm back to life, as it empties. "he would."

and after a long, heavy beat, izuku would agree. "yeah. he would.")

izuku brings you somewhere that's too clinical to be as quiet and as dark as it is: inside, the walls and floors are sterile with anti-septic but the lights are off, in every hallway. the only visibility comes from a small lamp that's in a lobby of sorts, and there is a small handful of people you don't know, at all, already there. waiting.

you say his name in a small, concerned question, and when he takes both his hands in yours, they're warm and too wide and sweaty. his eyes glow, but in a way you don't recognize. everything he says to you is — gibberish, a mish-mash of worry and half-sentences and all the warning bells are going off in your head.

"y-you can't freak out, okay? you have to—i can explain all this when...when the time is right."

"you said that you would give anything to have kacchan back, remember? you said—you would do anything."

"i know this sounds—i know how this sounds, okay? but nothing is impossible!"

"i just need you to trust me."

and up until now, you had no reason not to. but you're not sure when he slept last, or even when he ate last, or why he's muttering things about his quirk, how he and katsuki are connected somehow, in ways he's not able to explain.

or why you can faintly hear the steady beeping of a heart monitor just beyond the only closer door in this wing of the hospital.

[mrsoharaa]

( a/n; I wrote this half asleep so pls don’t mind the misspelling and slight confusion of this. I literally wrote this with half open eyes and sleep lmao )

Thinking about visiting a concealed/sealed curse user! Suguru in his sealed/confined imprisonment, and when you go out of your way to sneak into the cramped space to give him a delectable tasty treat to subside that god awful aftertaste of consuming curses after curses during his imprisonment…the ex sorcerer schemes ever so sneakily and manipulatively (tripping you more like it) you into his lips, as he patiently seizes an open opportunity for it.

Of course at first you were fighting against it. Rebelling to his sudden prompt engagement to your plush lips with muffled puffs of air and choked back slurs meddling at the back of your concealed lips. But once his skilled tongue slipped slyly inside of your parted mouth — you could feel your own battling will start to render to his meticulous advances. The taste of his familiar silk lips and hungry intent engraving deeply into the back of your foggy mind.

And he knew that he was reeling you in. Just as he planned.

Pride swelling vastly in the depths of his chest as he maneuvers you, easily, without the aid of his confined arms and hands, to settle into the open space of his lap. To consume you entirely and pull you in further into his well calculated plan of enticing you to his every whim and command. Gradually, manipulating you to his drawn out escape plan. (All while enjoying his collecting prize of your intoxicating lips…and if he carefully lingers out his plan…maybe he’ll get to consume you entirely)

[alteredphoenix]

Had a vision of Kermit the Frog chilling with Hiyuki and her Muppet face [from chapter 46] and I knew what I had to do.

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

woooowwww wowowowowwwww its that guy. the dude. its my special lil guy!!

uuhh i did this because. i thought the album art for the 1998 anime looked kinda like. the sonic adventure pose. and it was SUPPOSED! to just be a shit post. and then i got 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎!!

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