#I FUCKIN LOVE HIM OKAY

[creator-indy]

Uh…indy *holding up i riot shield* what is this…

Heheh hehehe

That’s commander Tartar the main antagonist of the splatoon 2 dlc octo expansion

Basically he was built by a professor to store humanity’s knowledge and pass it down to the next dominant race after humans went extinct

Problem is he was stuck in an old subway for 12000 years so he might’ve went a tiny bit insane and when he saw the inkfish for the first time he was like

“Wow you guys fuckin suck time to take matters into my own hands”

So he decided to lure inkfish in so he can blend them into primordial ooze and blast the entire world into oblivion while also brainwashing some of them

And at the end of the dlc you gotta stop his giant Greek statue named nils and it’s giant hoop cannon you do and he dies and it’s really sad andbIGAOABAOBSISBSISBJSBSJBSNSJSJJSJSJ

Yeah I love him and I can’t believe I thought he was some silly npc

[sea-of-machines]

excuse me while I die at the first photo

[lifemod17]

It's always "wyd" and never "amocpftpwstootdopwtpoaeftsihdoi"

(a moment of conscious please for the person who spent time out of their day or possibly week to print out an enormous flag that says 'I ❤️ DILFS' on it)

Hozier during ACL Festival 2023 weekend 1 you are so important to me!!!

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

"I seldom cahoot"

babe wake up biblically accurate Hades just dropped

[dhmis-autism]

a few experimental ducks in dresses originally made to mess with some brushes, then some palettes, then some textures...

do yourself a favor and listen to some caro emerald while you look at these ones lol!

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: you two have a son together, mention of being married, old man Bakugou

older retired pro hero Bakugou, who you find hunched over his desk one night. it’s late and the day was long and your son was whinier than he usually is. you’d think the old man would be in bed right now, but alas—he’s not beside you.

instead, as you round the corner to get a full look at him, he’s wearing his reading glasses, adorning an old ratty tank, his arms still big but softer than the years from before. he has a book open in front of him, desk scattered with pictures you can’t see from your angle, scissors, stickers, glue sticks.

“What are you getting up to at this hour, old man?” You ask softly, smiling when Bakugou doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing. his tongue is sticking out in the corner as he cuts a squiggly line on a picture, posing it beside another on a blank piece of paper.

“Therapist said I should get into crafting,” he grunts, finally looking over at you from over his glasses. “Do things with my hands, feel busy, get my mind off’a shit.”

you pad over to where he sits, the overhead lamp on his desk focused on the big baby blue book with white pages. peeking over his shoulder, you rest your head on top of his, chin nestled in the still unruly blond and silver locks, overseeing his work.

and honestly? it almost makes you wanna cry. it’s a scrapbook, the page open to pictures of your wedding day, how pretty you looked, how big he smiled at you. you can see other scattered pictures on his desk—when you got a promotion at work, when he was number one for seven months in a row, a positive pregnancy test, the cutest baby you’ve ever seen, two little teeth coming in, baby being held in dads big ole arms that will always protect him.

“After this page, I gotta do the honeymoon.” Bakugou speaks gruffly, setting down a picture to wipe a hand down his face. “And then life accomplishment shit, the baby, his first steps.” He sounds so tired, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his shoulders, sliding down to smush your face against his own.

“You always have tomorrow. Come to bed.” You say against his cheek, squeezing him when you feel the rejection start up in his belly. But he deflates, pulling his glasses off, reaching around to pull you in his lap. He looks so grumpy, with his frown lines and crows feet, and yet so handsome with his small smile and soft eyes.

“I’ll print more pictures tomorrow. And maybe go by the store to get some more stickers, too.” He tells you in between kisses, his words soft, his hands rough through your pajamas. You hum against his mouth, holding his nape, afraid to ever let him go.

“You do that. Now let’s go to bed.” You whisper, standing up and pulling him with you. He closes the scrapbook for now, and you glimpse at the cover, heart melting at the picture of you two holding up your son, both kissing his cheeks. The picture is captioned with “Our Life” and you don’t think you’ve ever been more grateful to have met him.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

IM SO IN LOVE WITH VAMPIRES!! and boy do i love THE SUCKENING!! VERY excited to see the misadventures of sad wet cat, sharp angry cat, and the COOLEST cat i ever did see

[ratatatastic]

"Funny enough I—like, if street hockey, ministicks, I always wanted to be a goalie too! Like, for some reason I always wanted to go in net. You know, probably because of [my Dad] and then, um, you know, once you get dinged a couple times and the shots get too hard you realise��then it's not so much fun after all so... Yeah, it was great he'd always—" "You probably wanted to be goalie 'cuz you're fucking crazy, man! Those guys are bananas! I actually went as a goalie in morning skate one time when I was suspended in the coast, and it was the scariest thing ever, bro. It's nothing like blocking a shot because you're literally just standing there, and these guys are shooting right at you. It's unbelievable!" "Yeah! You gotta get in the way of the stuff to save it! That's crazy! I know, and like obviously gear is like great and they don't really feel—but there is, like, that psychological thing going on where, like, you know, you wanna move out of the way 'cuz it's gonna hurt! I get—I mean, it must not hurt that much, like, 'cuz Bob's crazy, man! Bob loves taking—Well, I wouldn't say loves taking it off the head, but he doesn't hate it, like he—" "Feels good?" "You know, every once in a while—they hit him in the head and you go up and say sorry he's like, 'No, no! It's all good! I love it, I love it!!' and like, kind-of shoos you away so."

The Buzz Pod | 8.7.24 (x)

so speaking of banking pucks off bobbys head and how much he loves it flashback to that day in october of 23 where bobby was doing that for practise and managed to rope in matthew to the shenanigans to the utter confusion of everyone involved (x)(x)(x)(x)

[duffyduffles]

I'M NOT EVEN JOKING WHEN I SAY I SCREAMED WHEN I FOUND THIS

[b0nelessdoodles]

screw it i'm posting the other little chunk of this silly little au thing 'cause i want to and it might motivate me to idk clean it up and finish it yippee!

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

In my demented little head Sir Pentious is getting so many bitches lmao

[solivagantingrebel]

So, so obsessed with the fact that the moment Ghost allows & affirms Soap to be close to him, he starts freely using words like "love" and "beautiful" when it comes to describing things that Ghost does. He's also actively fishing for praise and making Ghost somewhat exclusively special in that freeing Alejandro mission but yaknow, the parmesan on an already delicious pasta.

[frnkiebby]

i fucking just~🎃

[dailykugisaki]

Day 274 | id in alt

I like to think Gojo has the strongest mentality so far up his ass it pisses Kugisaki off because, DUDE. SHE FUCKING GETS IT. BE QUIET. He's emo but a different color.

[r2y9s]

[Raffles]

I'm his silly rabbit

[odd-critter]

im going insane