#I’m actually really proud of this piece

[maydayaj574]

ANOTHER PROJECT! I’m on a roll today (it’s 4am I have college, what am I doinggggg-) This time it’s Charlie Slimecicle’s logo! This is probably the best embroidered piece yet! It’s so smooth and so pretty and it actually looks really uniform! I’m so proud of it, heh. Dunno what to do with it from here though. If you have any ideas, let me know!!! I’d love to hear thoughts on what to turn it into or add :D

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

The T.I.C.K.L.E. Bomb (@squealing-santa 2024)

Panda’s Notes: Happy late holidays to @gingerlee-holds, my favorite Tumblr sibling. >w< I'm sorry about this being so late, but between two different sicknesses and trying to get into college again, I have not been having a fun winter. I was really excited about writing this the whole time though, and I'm kind of proud of it, so I hope you like it too.

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Izuku Midoriya knows a lot of things. Probably too many things, to be honest. Probably too many things that he shouldn’t know. Things that can get a stupid, overthinking, adorable, unfiltered wiseass in trouble if he isn’t careful with the information or what he does with said information.

Information like, say…

How to build a bomb?

Why the fuck would he even need to know something like that?

Better question: do you want to know too?

-TRIGGER

Important to know about things that explode: There’s always a TRIGGER. Like a button; if it gets pressed, explosion happens. Usually, it’s something as simple as an actual button of sorts, or maybe a timer ticking down, or a clock. Sometimes it’s as complicated as a remote signal or a light pattern, or the position of Jupiter in relation to the Dog Star or some shit. Now, some people might think of the trigger as the final piece, but for methodical overthinkers Midoriya, it’s a key place to start. You want to make sure you have your keys before you lock a door, and you want to make sure your trigger is stable before you build the rest of the bomb.

Science favors the consistent, after all.

“Deku!” Bakugou snarled under his breath, glancing over his shoulder to find Midoriya spinning a pen casually between his fingers.

Midoriya blinked curiously, innocently. What was Bakugou upset about? They could usually get through class without him making a scene, at least.

Bakugou glared at him pointedly—a warning—before he looked back at his own worksheet.

Midoriya smirked a bit to himself, catching the “pen” in his palm and clicking it. The tip of the pen extended into a short pointing stick, just barely the length of Midoriya's forearm, and he tried to keep quiet as he leaned just enough to drag the tip down Bakugou's spine.

He flinched sharply, his breath catching on a stifled giggle as his shoes squeaked against the floor.

The room was suddenly tense as Aizawa stopped talking, and a few of their classmates held back their own laughter as he glanced over his shoulder with glowing eyes.

Midoriya had clicked the button as quietly as he could, stashing the fake pen up his sleeve and folding his hands on his desk as he bit his lip.

And the second Aizawa huffed and looked away, Bakugou was glaring a hole straight though his head.

Yep. Trigger’s good.

~~~~~~~~~

-INCINDIARY

More often than not, the bulk of an explosion’s destruction comes from the fire that happens afterward. While not every bomb results in a fire, those that do require a spark to ignite them. Now, it’d be easy to mistake this spark for a TRIGGER, but it’s more of a second step. Like so: The trigger is activated, and the INCINDIARY starts the reaction.

Midoriya combed his fingers through Bakugou’s hair, smiling softly at the way he leaned back into the touch. Bakugou rested his head against Midoriya’s knee, sighing through his nose as he tapped the controller in his hands.

“You do realize you need to bring the iron back to base at some point, right?” Bakugou huffed.

“Mhm…” Midoriya nodded, scratching gingerly at Bakugou’s scalp. “I already said I will. Just like you said you’d help me build the mob spawner.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and groaned. “I’m gonna build your fuckin’ mob spawner after I bring back these damn mangrove saplings or whatever they’re called.”

“Aw, you’re thinking about the colors already?”

Bakugou huffed, shrugging his shoulder slightly as Midoriya’s fingers started to crawl over his ears. “Shut up…”

Midoriya snickered, leaning to bury his face in the blond hair before he glanced back at the screen they were sharing. As he spotted Bakugou’s character sprinting back into the compound they’d built, Midoriya leaned to grab his controller. He opened the door to their iron farm, hardly taking a step outside before he threw a single snowball.

“Why do you have your dogs wander—” Bakugou had started to ask, only to flinch as the snowball hit his character. “Wait, did you just—No!”

In an instant, four of the dogs that Midoriya had gathered were attacking him all at once. Bakugou stammered, torn between wanting to avoid damage and not wanting to hurt Midoriya’s pets. Unfortunately, this left him a few blocks short of his house when his character dropped over dead. As his side of the screen glowed red, he watched Midoriya’s dogs nose around his fallen items, apparently picking them all up.

“I told you this mod pack was great.” Midoriya giggled tauntingly, reaching to play with his hair again.

Bakugou grabbed his hand, taking a breath as he spoke slowly. “I didn’t get to reset my fucking spawn. Do you know how many levels I had?”

Midoriya was unfazed, smirking playfully and leaning to look over his shoulder. “And that’s why I built the emergency base at spawn. And the levels can be sorted with the five clerics that you said were a waste of time to level up.”

Bakugou pouted heavily, grabbing Midoriya by his shirt and angrily kissing his cheek.

Definitely a simmer. For now, at least.

~~~~~~~~~

-CASING

Funny enough, this can swing from the least important to possibly the most crucial. The CASING, naturally, contains every essential part of the device, and it can range from a simple clear housing to an intricately designed piece of hardware meant to camouflage into its hiding place.

“If you have even half the brain you had literally an hour ago, you will fucking untie me.”

Midoriya pulled a shocked face, not that Bakugou threatening him was surprising or even offensive anymore.

What will always be shocking and offensive, however, is betrayal, which is the only word that can describe tying your partner’s hoodie sleeves together while he’s half asleep during a cuddle session.

“Deku, for fuck’s sake, can you not go one day without being a little—?”

Midoriya had stolen a soft kiss on his lips to shut Bakugou up, his hands starting to crawl along the hem of his shirt before scribbling playfully up his sides. Bakugou huffed and cringed, biting back a smile and trying to writhe under him.

“Y-You—C-Cut it out!” He growled through snickers as his squirming made them sink deeper into the beanbag chair.

“Why~?” Midoriya asked playfully. “Is something bothering you?” He pressed his thumbs along his sides before squeezing at his hipbones.

“Fuck off!” Bakugou snorted, finally attempting to pull his arms free of his sleeves.

Midoriya quickly shifted his hands instead, wrapping his arms around Bakugou’s ribs and nuzzling into his neck.

Bakugou blinked warily before giving a half-amused huff and returning the tight squeeze.

“Dammit, Deku…” He chuckled, rolling his wide-awake eyes at Midoriya pretending to sleep against him.

Casing secured.

~~~~~~~~~

-KINDLING

Unlike everything else, KINDLING is the only truly optional piece of a device. Consider it an extra enhancement to the INCINDIARY. When the fire starts, it might need a little fuel to keep it burning, just in case.

Midoriya stretched his hands as he yawned, groaning tiredly as he pulled one back to run his palm over his face.

The other hand, however, was caught before he could pull it back. A calloused touch ran up his palm before fingers laced with his and squeezed softly. Or not, actually; that kind of hurt. Midoriya snickered and opened one eye, finding Bakugou sitting beside him on the bed and apparently debating whether or not to crush his hand.

Bakugou glanced down at Midoriya’s face before pressing a chaste kiss on his knuckles. “’Sup, fucker?” He greeted with a slight smirk.

Midoriya pouted, squeezing Bakugou’s hand in return as he glanced toward his bedside table. “It is barely eight in the morning; why are you already like this?”

Bakugou shrugged, letting Midoriya’s hand fall as he moved to lie down beside him. “You seen my blue hoodie?” He asked casually, resting his chin on his arms.

Midoriya hummed as he rolled over to look at him. “Not lately. Why?”

The blonde huffed curiously, glancing to meet Midoriya’s eyes. “You positive? Because I asked Chipmunk the other day. She seemed pretty certain the last place she saw it was with you.”

Midoriya might have hesitated to answer, and Bakugou might have noticed his quick little flail for words. “You think I would lie to you?” He tried to sound sweet and innocent.

“You don’t want me to answer that.” Bakugou sneered slightly at the way Midoriya pouted and turned away from him, reaching to scratch gently along Midoriya’s spine. “But, I suppose I’ll let it slide for now. …Y’know, assuming you are telling the truth.”

Bakugou gingerly traced a few shapes on Midoriya’s back. “If I find out you’re lying…” He whispered playfully, grinning as the other boy squirmed. He shifted to pull Midoriya into his arms, nuzzling softly into the crook of his neck before pushing himself away. There was a soft pat on his leg and a sneaky tickle on his foot before Bakugou walked out of Midoriya’s room, and Midoriya stretched as the door shut quietly.

And as soon as it did, Midoriya rolled over and reached into the sliver of space between his bed and the corner of his walls, pulling up a soft blue hoodie with a bright yellow belly and four red circles on its back. He couldn’t help giggling as he hugged it to his chest for a moment before hiding it again.

It’s almost time~

~~~~~~~~~

-LOCATION

There’s a dumb little saying in real estate: ‘Location, location, location’. And while real estate, as a concept, is stupid, there is truth in such a saying. The final LOCATION for a device determines everything: from the speed of the TRIGGER; to the shape of the casing; to the type of incendiary. Now, something to consider: when planning something so meticulous as a bomb, one occasionally needs to be much more hands-on. For example, certain locations need to be carefully prepared before the big event.

“I still think you’re going to die.” Uraraka teased gently, resting her hands on her hips as she watched Midoriya work.

Midoriya acknowledged her comment with a casual sort of noise, kicking at the side of the pile of pillows he’d built up around one of the beanbag chairs in the corner of the commons. “You’re probably right.” He shrugged. “But I still say it’ll be worth it~!”

He shouldered past her playfully, scooping a quilt off of the couch and dropping it with a slight flair of his arms. She giggled and followed along, stacking up a few of the stuffed animals she had brought for him.

Less than an hour now…

Midoriya’s hands might have been shaking. Every breath made his chest fill up with butterflies. As he walked through the hallways in the stolen hoodie, he almost wished he could make use of its fake flame vents just to drain some heat from his face. At the same time, the weight of the round, chubby beanbag critters he had were practically burning a hole in his pocket, as if they were begging to escape. He almost told himself he could hear their whiny little pleas, but he knew it was his own inner voice just egging him on.

When he finally pulled the trigger, he almost felt like he wasn’t in control. But he felt his weight pressing his shoulder into the barely-opened door, and he felt the weight of the three blue—and one brown—toys as he threw them like grenades.

Bakugou had barely looked up when his door opened, and his hands had just reached his headphones when he was hit with four little beanbags that squeaked out their names on impact with his head and torso.

Time stood still. Bakugou stared in slight disbelief at both Midoriya and his choice of weaponry. There was the slightest hint of a grin on his face as he picked up one of the critters and cradled it in his hands. Frankly, that alone was almost worth it; Midoriya smiled brightly as he watched him…Right up until Bakugou’s gaze fell on him again.

His soft smile shifted, his entire face twisting into a vicious sneer. And Midoriya felt chills run up and down his spine.

Game on.

~~~~~~~~~

-EXPLOSION

…I suppose I have to paint a picture, because I want you to really understand. Every bit of preparation; every piece—material and conceptual—involved; it all culminates in one glorious moment. A single instant. A dazzling EXPLOSION. In the proper hands, the event is masterful. It’s exhilarating; it’s chaotic; poetic, even.

And it’s so damn fun.

Midoriya shrieked excitedly as he sprinted through the halls back toward the stairs, already laughing through panic at the knowledge that he wasn’t getting out of the proverbial blast radius anytime soon.

“You scheming little shit!” Bakugou barked after him, grinning like a fiend and struggling not to laugh himself. “Get back here so I can kill you!”

“You’re not catching me that easily, Kacchan~!” Midoriya taunted, sparks of black and pink energies zapping through his hair. He reached his hands out, a pair of Blackwhips lashing from his wrists to grab the closest stair railing and catapult himself down.

“Oh, you fucking cheater!” Bakugou called, and explosions crackled as he boosted himself down the stairs after his fleeing partner.

Midoriya had just barely gotten out of Bakugou’s sight as they left the stairwell, rushing as best he could toward the commons when he was suddenly tackled off of his feet.

The common area was quickly a mess of scattered pillows and stuffed animals as the pair wrestled, and Bakugou didn’t bother trying to grab his hands when it was much easier to just grab his hips. Instantly, Midoriya was squealing with helpless laughter, his own hands grabbing at Bakugou’s wrists as he sank into the pile and tried to kick.

Bakugou couldn’t help smirking at him, letting his fingers scribble under the hem of his hoodie to squeeze around his stomach. “You’re such a damn menace, y’know?” He snickered, leaning to press a kiss to Midoriya’s neck and relishing in the squeaky giggles it got.

Meanwhile, Uraraka and Iida peeked over from the stairwell, with Iida holding a stopwatch in one hand.

“Bakugou definitely goes easier on you two.” He teased, chuckling as Bakugou whacked Midoriya with a pillow before pulling him into a hug. “Took him almost two minutes to catch him this time.”

“Look, not all of us can run at the speed of sound, Emergency Exit.” Uraraka taunted back before nudging Iida playfully with her elbow. “Bet you I can beat my record before you beat yours though.”

Of course, Midoriya didn’t the whole “making a bomb” process a secret.

[smilesession]

i liked the movie Babygirl and i think it urges an extremely uncomfortable question about what it means to be in an era that we generally consider “liberated” for women both publicly and privately/sexually, uncomfortable even for me to want to talk about, something to do with the tricks we play with reality to hide the real and the compromises that are made and the cost of them. i think if the average hetero guy had to really sit and think about what it means that they can be in a decades long marriage with a woman and achieve orgasm reliably with their wife, but their wife has to secretly go j/o in the other room afterwards, and she’s actually in the grand scheme of women very incredibly lucky (relatively) to be able to go j/o in the other room. well you’d go insane if you were her, wouldn’t you. millennia of women who just never achieved an experience that the majority of men will take as a given: sexual satisfaction achieved with partner. i feel stupid even writing about it and it feels sort of embarrassingly gauche and outdated to talk about it but it’s not, and the movie was bold enough to go there. like to really think about the weight of unmet desire and the fact that unmet desire is really-existing energy within human beings and beneath human behavior and even in the 2020s it’s still like, only “certain types of people” will do anything to remedy that, swingers and polyamorous and loud and proud kink lifestylers and so on that are really easy to call the Other. this piece of the movie feels like it was in direct communication with Eyes Wide Shut, and made me wish it was as good as Eyes Wide Shut, because I actually cared much more about the internal experience (Kidman’s) presented in Babygirl than (Cruise’s) in Eyes Wide Shut

but there’s another half of the movie that’s just absolutely tangled up to hell in exploitation, the use of porn and the manipulation of employees, the astute reader will notice the parallel in which we can only imagine the remedy to unmet desire arising from dishonesty, exploitation of others, blatantly unfair and unethical behavior. and I don’t think the answer is we should just accept that we inherently HAVE to fuck other people over in the name of self actualization but I do think it’s arguing that with circumstances as they are, exploitation is encouraged and seen for many as the only option, to offload your own suffering to another. girlboss CEO of the automation factory can’t imagine a solution to a problem other than sacrificing the will and dignity of others and so on. and I’m not sure if it addresses this part enough for me. relied too heavily on psychoanalysis as a means of finding out the “why” instead of material analysis even when it expressly abandons psychoanalysis and just throws up its hands and says basically that desire arises when you’re born and is inherent to you and you’d better find a way to fulfill it. well I don’t totally buy that either

[flicklikesstuff]

“Maybe the flash was to blame. Or maybe it’s his shrunken state that gave the looming witch the illusion of being exactly 10 feet tall.

Whatever it was, it had flicked something within. Suddenly, he was no longer a lizard. Nor a great, powerful wizard. Not even “Rick Shades.”

He was a little Gourami.

Only 12 years old. Eyes wide and unobscured. Skin smooth from the lack of scars. But most of all, untainted by the horrors.

And unlike that little Gourami, he was entirely aware of what’s coming for them. He could warn the 12 year old. Maybe save them even. Tell her that continuing this approach is a bad, BAD, VERY TERRIBLY BAD IDEA!!

…

But he couldn’t.”

My inspiration pieces: :)

[hannisconfused]

@she-posts-nerdy-stuff hi i drew them again :)

“mati en sheva yelu” this action will have no echo.

[chimerahyperfix]

unidentified fucking thang [its claude]

[dykedvonte]

Mini rant below and in the tags, the only time I’ll talk about this and my personal take on it.

The way people talk about hypothetical male Anya on Twitter and the idea of how Mouthwashing would play out if the genders were swapped makes me remember how people still don’t take sexual assault and rape with male victims with the same gravity, especially when the perpetrator is female.

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Cold medicine drawings

Yes the sun and moon are Lesbians 💥

[ilovedthestars]

cliopher and His Radiancy really do make the perfect duo. They’re both incredibly emotionally repressed and terrible at communicating their wants and needs to the people they care about

[cuteniaarts]

Small drawing collection of my latest creation Emran as a teenager/freshly minted Air Acolyte, for my dear partner in unhinged OC shenanigans @katkastrofa, as promised <3

[x-enocyon]

what’s the point of a muscle car if not to sit pretty on the hood

[nothoughtsonlytrance]

Okay, so since so many of you LOVED my Dan and Phil From Beginnings to Beyond edit, I thought I’d (finally) release the background song I created for it! Anyone can use it as well if they want! Just please credit me for the background music! Hope you enjoy it!

[twistedappletree]

also idk if this’ll help anyone else but boiling fresh ginger root in water, then adding fresh squeezed lemon, honey and a dash of fire cider is bomb af when ur sick /js

[mirrorbrine]

Rap god enel and that damn apple of his

[medusa-was-innocent]

Wow this sucks

[ilumel]

guys this is huge for the first time in my life i am genuinely having fun drawing a background what is happening to me