#More News Monday

[a2zillustration]

Gale and I had the exact same reaction when we opened that door.

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[surreal-duck]

Tuesday is chuu day! (x)

[california-112]

[mokadevs]

day 15: haunting

[freshmangojuice]

omg! they're bringing the smegazine back!

[ch1zzie]

The original in the bottom

Plus the picture I mainly drew but decided to draw the rest for funny

[noliaert]

Finally got around to finish this one! Here's my ode to iwtv season 1! <3 I made both a version of bailey's claudia as well as delainey's 👍👍

Close ups 👇

[chassisfucker]

rotating mark in my mind. said he prefers to be chasing instead of out in front, prefers to have his back against the wall, be put on the defensive instead of ever having the chance to go on the offensive…. he was the losing dog we were betting on all along. martyr complex goes crazy but i think he literally doesn’t know any other way to be

[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.

[mastercrownmonday]

this is a rage bait/discourse blog now btw (i will draw today's kirbtober prompt tomorrow when im not sleepy, inshallah)

[orviposition]

<Once there was a man who had to live a long story to save one person.>

Until now, I've thought of "The Snowfield" as Kim Dokja's space.

<It is not the reader who lives between the invisible lines.>

The snowfield.

A grave of unrecorded existences.

<There was only one being who could live between the lines.>

Every story is written, but perhaps this was a place where nothing is written.

This snowfield is,

"Yoo Joonghyuk."

From the beginning, it was one person's world.

[harellan]

There will be hell to pay It just won't be from me (x)

[making-you-in-spore]

i think the hater has been thoroughly atomized by this point, so i am now turning anon asks back on. as a reminder before sending, look to the beast:

all asks that are requests will be deleted.

[ender-cloud]

God that new update for tgs I need to just rant about so if you haven’t read it yet spoilers are under the cut! Pictures at the end!

Ok ok, so it’s hard to put my thoughts in the words but I had to get them out somewhere and I usually do that on tumblr,

Ok first the dehumanizing of Hyde? Like yeah he and Jekyll share a body but that dosent mean Hyde isn’t human, he has is own personality, his own opinions, he isn’t just like some creature that you can dehumanize because Hyde has feelings (he’s my little anxious boy🫶)

Just the whole Frankenstein outing Hyde (and therefore Jekyll) thing is just fucking insane and made me kind of mad. I mean it gives the same vibes as publicity outing someone as gay, not to mention that Jekyll also finally trusted his childhood idol and poured his heart out to her just for her to tell everyone. I mean I get that she’s excited but it makes sense why she said scientists loses friends to become a true mad scientist because it’s like she dosent think when she’s excited about something, she’s blinded in a way.

Like this is something Jekyll needed to tell Lanyon himself! The two are dating now (I think at least) it’s better that Lanyon gets told in a slow and considerate way, not just being told by someone else in front of everyone.

But that’s also what makes this scene so great and impactful, it’s so high stakes and it makes you feel on the edge of your seat to know what happens next week which is how almost all the chapters feel, The glass scientists is just so well written!

With that said though I still like Frankenstein, I think she is a flawed character and that’s what makes her great. She’s not perfect, she’s not this perfect role model Jekyll thought her out to be and the story telling in that fact alone is beautiful. (BUT IF SHES THE REASON LANYON DIES OH MY GOD FRANKENSTEIN!)

Anyway here’s the pictures I saved

I don’t know why but I really like seeing Jekyll in this anxious worried state

[disposal-blueeee]

doodles

edgar vargas and squee by johnen vasquez

scriabin by zarla-s