#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AHHHHHHH

[killuaisaprincess]

🎁

“That’s okay, baby! I don’t need anything!”

Gon already has the cutest little gift all in his arms and pressed to his chest.

[adhd-potato]

I used bases by tired.mikan on insta for the body, arms, and hands (I drew the head)

Might post an ask blog, extra facts, and backstorys' for both of them if y'all want that since I finally feel confident enough to post my art online

Thank you for all your support too!

[bibi-likes-to-draw]

I love them <3

Reblogs greatly appreciated!

[allthe-starss]

crying over this! i hope court knows how much we love her

[w0lfstar]

Two pieces made for me by the wonderful, amazing artist and mutual of mine @wittepain

Just look at theeeeeem! 💜💜💜

[ale-cart]

How about Dave carrying merman Karkat? I have the ref here.

Heheheh this was so fun (had to whip out the paper and pencil for this one) also I gave Dave a sunburn because I think it's funny

[littencloud9]

"Okay, hold on, Hikari-chan," Oikawa says. Once she grips onto the handles, he places his hands on her back and sends her off. Sugawara watches, amused, absentmindedly swinging himself along with her. He gasps when he feels a warm hand on his lower back, resting there for a moment before giving him a tender push. They fall into a peaceful rhythm after that. Hikari babbles about her life—school, the shows she likes, her friends, practically everything under the sun—while they listen. Occasionally, Sugawara will feel Oikawa's touch lingering whenever he gives him another push, and he pretends his heart doesn't skip a beat every time. - or, an accidental encounter with a lost child leads to unexpected feelings, tension-filled volleyball games, and lots of teasing

🏐 general audience, 20.5k, oisuga || gift for @theincredibleshippingqueen

💫 written under @haikyuuaction !! <3

[lyxchen]

Awoken by true love's kiss <3

[emeraldsaiyan]

So I may be a writer, but I am no artist. I can barely draw a stick man...

I just wanted to share this absolutely mind boggling piece from KeynoriamArt - this amazing artist collabbed with someone else on twitter and sent this to me a few years back. I've sadly lost touch with them now but really wanted to put this out there for people to admire the sheer talent of these artists.

This depicts a version of Gohan which I wrote, where he dies at the Cell Games and then is chosen by Whis to compete for the title of the next God of Destruction for Universe 7.

Behind Gohan are my OCs, whose names are based on Greek mythology. He competes with them over some years for the role of Junior Destroyer under Lord Beerus.

Top left: Deimos

Bottom left: Alala

Top right: Makhai

Top Mid right: Eris

Bottom Mid right: Kratos

Bottom right: Bia

MY BABIES!!! And of course Gohan standing nervously in front ;)

My fanfiction Son Gohan the Destroyer is now in its 44th Chapter, and so much has changed since this was created a few years back. LOOK AT THEM. They are so cool!

To read about Gohan and the 'Supreme Guards' adventures and his journey on the role to a God of Destruction - Son Gohan The Destroyer - Chapter 1 - EmeraldSaiyan - Dragon Ball [Archive of Our Own]

[squigglymiggly666]

i luv femtanyl so much its not even funny

femtanyl is genuinely a good artist i cant stop listening to girl hell 1999 idbjd I LOVE THE LYRICS

randomly out of nowhere while everything is peaceful and quiet I can't help but just whisper yell the lyrics to the song ahhhhhahagagh

I LIKE LYING TO MYSELF THAT I LIKE EVERYONE I MEET!!!

ITS A FUNNY LITTLE CYCLE DO IT WHEN I FALL ASLEEP!!!

IF I DO IT EVERY DAY AND IF I DO IT EVERY WEEK

I JUST MIGHT BECOME THE BETTER MAN YOU WANTED OUT OF ME!!!!!!!

I GOT CELLOPHANE WRAPPED AROUND THE LINING OF MY THROAT!!!!!!!

IF YOU EVER HEAR ME BREATHING THEN THAT BREATHING IS A JOKE!!!!!!!

PLEASE BE NICE TO ME AND I WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT I'M TOLD!!!

SIMPLE, I GET TO BE DUMB, YOU GET TO EXERCISE CONTROL!!!!!!

[star--anon]

Minewt is so very very important to me

Minho, who is strong and confident, but not emotionally, someone who shies away from more delicate moments, squirms when it gets emotional, will do something nice for someone else but will not make eye contact as he does so

Newt, who is strong and confident, especially emotionally, someone who will grin as they accept help, someone who will willingly die to help someone else, someone who will hug someone in public and not show a hint of shame after, someone who will cry and not care if they're seen

Minho falling head over heels for that sense of safety, for that confidence, for that unabashed vulnerability. Meanwhile Newt is utterly clueless

while Minho is doing things that are the pinnacle of romance to his "affection is awkward" mind, Newt is just like "hey Minho left me a snack! he's been really nice lately :D"

[tr4shyk1tty]

Wallace shitpost before I explode I love him so much

[eek-a-tron]

Loki & Catwoman commission by the brilliant Debbie Balboa! (Somewhat inspired by this fic!)

[wexhappyxfew]

thinking deeply about vivian ratcliff. grew up in fort collins, colorado with a good family, a good childhood, filled with many homemade dinners and pastries after meals and flowers in pretty, passed-through-generations vases. her family had a big farm that’s been there for hundreds of years through the ratcliff family and she spent many summers riding horses, tending to the cows, chickens, pigs and her ma’s honeybee farm. they make quite the profit. she’s kind and conscientious, aspiring teacher, and a happy-go-lucky, calm-cool-and-collected type of girl. she’s content with where she is in life. and she wants to do things, see new places, read and learn all there is. and then she meets boyfriend-turned-future-husband when her dad needs a handy-man and james pennington shows up. she attends the university of washington and completes a program for teaching but goes into the military after graduation because of an opportunity to shoot and fly - and, with a war on, she could kill two birds with one stone and see the world and do something for it at the same time. with her parents a little less than happy and her boyfriend shipping out to the navy, viv takes this in stride. heading to utah, she gets a gig on a plane as a turret gunner before being accepted into Silver Bullets under captain birdie faulkner, the first female pilot of the war for america. the crew builds up, the friendships form and Silver Bullets is the finest B-17 there is. she writes to james, she keeps up with her family and friends back home, she goes to the flying club, and takes early morning runs around base. she’s content. things are good.

then, captain faulkner is KIA. flying a regular bombing run - freak accident with the shrapnel flying through the air. killing her right in the midst of the sky. viv remembers how numbed and equally freaked out francis was - how’d she manage to land a plane and maintain composure? lieutenant annie bradshaw is the newest replacement and finds herself next as the newest pilot of Silver Bullets. viv thinks things are okay, things are looking up.

then, a letter comes in. james pennington is KIA. her world seems to shatter. everything seems to crack open and equally fall apart. she’s half in a spiral and half trying to keep it together in front of everyone else. no one should see her like this. she hardly wants to see herself like this. annie bradshaw and the rest of the crew seems to pull her through; most surprisingly, so does everett blakely. he was always more in the background, a handshake, a comforting pat on the shoulder, willing to check in and move on his way. an all-around gentleman. then, she starts to notice him. at breakfast, at dinners, before missions, after missions, glances through the interrogation tables, before bed when cigarette butts were stubbed out and last minute conversations were held. everett blakely was always there.

then, the Silver Bullets crew is split across half of europe. and yet again, with 40% of the crew MIA, viv is sent to operations and is suddenly stepping into a world where her hands are filled more with pencils and papers and maps then a gun. yet again - without annie bradshaw and francis montez, who became a pilot for a new B-17 crew with quite an annoying co-pilot, viv feels more alone than ever. until ev blakely is there. always there. again. they grow closer than they ever had - breakfast together, sometimes even lunch and dinner, cigarette breaks, sharing coffee breaks, finding moments to take a glance throughout the operations room. moments viv didn’t think much of. until she was heading out for the night and ev invited her to the flying club for a drink and a dance.

and then the war ended. and everyone went their separate ways. and reality hit. and it hit hard. james pennington’s funeral, the reality that the man she was going to marry is now dead, and her family, torn at the edges, crumbling. she’s hurt, filled with a grief she can’t untangle and is lost between what to do and what else there is left for her. until everett blakely starts writing. and doesn’t stop writing. writing the Silver Bullets girls were on thing, but writing ev blakely was different - in his words, his phrases, what he talked about.

they decide to meet, and everything comes flooding back. like the crash of high waves, just as fast, just as harshly. and she doesn’t feel herself turn away like she would. and suddenly, she doesn’t want him to leave. and for the first time in her life, he doesn’t. he stays.

[killuaisaprincess]

🌈🩷🌈🩷🌈

[userlaylivia]

the way klayley had so much growth and development gah!!! the way he became so protective over her and was desperate to find her when she was kidnapped, the way he threatened jackson and warned him to not betray her and sorry but he seemed jealous over her relationship with jackson a couple times and even elijah like what was the reason?? they came so far and I'm sobbing!! unpopular opinion but klaus grew and changed more around hayley (and cami) than he ever did caroline he didn't change at all around caroline but did around them!! klayley/klamille>>>>>>>klaroline everytime!!