#UGHH I loved it

[bengals-barnesbabe]

MA’AM I JUST FINISHED DOING MY MAKEUP 🥺😭

(I’m not going anywhere but damn)

^me trying not to cry by mugging my phone

imagine joe saying goodbye to your baby for the first time.

author's note⠀⁎⠀idea by the dad!joe voices. wrote this a month ago and never posted it for whatever reason?

You sat at the kitchen island, your fingers dancing across the screen of your phone, lost in a sea of emails and to-do lists. Sweet baby babbles and the rustle of plastic toys filled the room, offering a comforting soundtrack to your afternoon. Amara was in her bouncer, her wide brown eyes fixated on a colorful mobile that swirled gently above her. The sun painted the kitchen floor with warm, golden rays, hinting at the beautiful day outside.

Summer was coming to an end, and the anticipation of Joe's first away game of the season hung in the air like the scent of your pumpkin pie cooling on the counter. You glanced up from your phone, your ears picking up on the sound of the garage door opening. The sound of Joe's footsteps shuffled as he entered the house, his heavy sigh echoing through the hallway. Your heart tightened, knowing the weight of the moment. You looked over your shoulder and watched him set his bag down gently as if the weight of his emotions were packed inside.

Joe's eyes met yours, and you could see the storm brewing beneath the surface of his usually calm gaze. He looked exhausted, the shadows beneath his eyes a stark contrast against his summer-tanned skin. Despite the fatigue etched on his face, his eyes lit up the moment they landed on Amara. He took a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, as if trying to savor every moment before the inevitable goodbye. You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you as Joe made a beeline for your daughter, his 6'4" frame seemingly shrinking to fit into her tiny world of giggles and nursery rhymes.

Amara's face broke into a toothless grin as Joe picked her up, her chubby arms reaching for him. She babbled away incoherently as if sharing the secrets of the universe with her daddy. Your heart swelled with love watching their bond grow stronger daily. You knew Joe was dreading the thought of leaving Amara behind for the first time, especially since she had just started to seek comfort in his touch when she was upset and to reach for him when she wanted to hear his voice.

"Hey, princess," Joe murmured, pressing his nose against Amara's soft cheek. His voice was thick with emotion as he swayed gently from side to side, trying to soothe his own nerves as much as hers. You set aside your phone and rose to your feet, walking over to them. You placed a hand on Joe's back, feeling the tension coiled beneath his t-shirt.

"Let me help you pack," you offered, your voice gentle. "You spend as much time as you want with her."

Joe nodded, following behind you with his baby girl nestled in his arms. You entered your bedroom, which was a symphony of organized chaos. Clothes were strewn across the bed, and his suitcase lay on the floor, half-filled with neatly folded shirts and sweatpants. You took charge, grabbing his travel bag and setting it on the bed, beginning to organize his essentials, listening to his gentle directions from the corner of the room where he sat in the rocking chair, Amara in his lap.

He picked up a small, stuffed tiger, one of Amara's favorites, and held it up to her, making it dance with the clumsy grace of a new dad. She giggled, batting at it with her tiny hands. Joe's eyes never left hers as he whispered, "This little guy will keep an eye on you while I'm gone." Your heart twisted at the sight.

"Do you want to take a garment bag for your game day fit? And what about your iPad?" You asked, your voice steady as you zipped up the suitcase. Joe nodded, lifting Amara to press kisses to her chubby cheeks again. He leaned back in the chair, his shoulders dropping slightly as he let out a long, slow breath.

"Yeah, grab the bag hanging on the door. I'll put my iPad in my backpack," he murmured. You retrieved it, feeling the weight of his eyes on you as you moved around the room. You knew he was trying to memorize every detail, every moment before he had to leave. You folded his favorite sweatshirt, the one that had been your gift to him years ago, with a faded SpongeBob reference. The soft fabric smelled faintly of baby powder and home, a scent that would surely be a comfort on the road.

While Joe continued to entertain Amara, whispering his itinerary and promises of his return into her baby ears, you packed his toiletries, slipping in the small picture frame of your family that you knew would be a needed solace when he unpacked in Denver. You tried to keep your movements swift and efficient, not wanting to miss out on what little time he had before he would have to leave. You knew that every second counted when it came to holding onto your precious time together.

Once the suitcase was packed, you took a moment to watch them, Joe's strong hands rubbing soothing circles into her back. Amara's babbles filled the room, a sweet melody that seemed to melt away the stress of the day. You knew that the next few days would be tough for him, being apart from your little girl for the first time since her birth seven months ago.

"Alright, everything's packed," you announced, zipping up the suitcase with a finality that made your own heartache. "You ready?"

Joe looked up, blue eyes glistening with sadness. He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing with a hard swallow. With strong hands, he handed Amara back to you, who held your daughter tightly, feeling your warmth and the steady thump of your heartbeat. He leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on Amara's forehead, his eyes closing as if he could somehow imprint her scent into his memory.

You felt your own eyes sting with tears as you watched your husband's love for your daughter shine through his pain. You knew he was torn between his responsibilities to his team and the desperate need to be with his family. "We'll be okay," you assured him, your voice stronger than you felt. "We'll FaceTime whenever you're free."

Joe nodded, his gaze lingering on Amara's face as you held her. He reached out and touched her tiny hand, his thumb tracing her tiny fingers. "I know," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "But it's just..." He trailed off, unable to put his fears into words. You stepped closer, your hand squeezing his shoulder.

"I know," you whispered. "But you're gonna kill it tomorrow, and you'll be back before she even realizes you're gone."

You handed him the suitcase and a backpack filled with his travel essentials. He hoisted it over his shoulder, the weight of his burden both literal and figurative. As he made his way to the door, he paused, looking back at his two girls. Amara, blissfully unaware of the gravity of the moment, was reaching for the string of your sweatshirt, tugging it with a curious babble.

The door was a barrier to a world of noise and chaos that you knew Joe would soon enter, but before he stepped through it, you wrapped your free arm around him, pressing your cheek to his chest. You whispered, "You won't miss a thing, I promise," and felt his chest expand with a deep inhale. For a moment, you stood just like that, a silent trio basking in the warmth of your love.

With a final, lingering look he leaned down to kiss your lips, his eyes brimming with love and sadness. You felt a lump form in your throat as you whispered to your baby girl softly, "Say bye-bye Daddy," knowing that the word was still beyond Amara's vocabulary but hoping that the sentiment was conveyed.

As Joe stepped out into the late afternoon sun, you watched him load his bags into the car, his movements methodical and deliberate. The air was still, the quietness of the moment almost deafening. You knew that once the door shut, it would mark the beginning of the countdown until you saw him again.

[krussyarts]

So that act 2 huh

(original doodle + smth extra under cut)

The gang! "Huh", "wake me up inside by evanescence", "do yuo hav gamez on ur phobne" and "i brought a gun to the rave" anywayy i drew them together

[watmalik]

Wolverine being a confirmed boy kisser by Hugh Jackman.

[smatterbrained]

That’s the problem with enemies-to-lovers, sometimes the nightmares are about you

[lilacgaby]

omg one of those being obsessed with his wife for 10 minutes videos but it's prohero!bakugo

the interview starts and he looks bored as hell. his pr manager sent him on this because he fell down in the ranks again because of his gruff image but he can't help it! why get in someone's way if you aren't prepared to get cussed out??

that is, until they bring up his love life. more specifically, you.

his scrunched up face of annoyance vanished immediately, replaced instead by a soft smile and longing gaze.

he talks about you for the bulk of the interview from that point on, even in questions that don't revolve around you in the slightest.

"your fans want to know, what's your favorite food?"

"well, i really like spicy food. ah, you know [name] brought me to this good spot for our first date as first-years, 'been goin' there ever since."

"favorite color changed?"

"nah, but [name] does look really good in red.."

when that interview blows up, interviewers and his team see a goldmine, suddenly you're involved in every question you can be, the fans love seeing his reaction to being told things about you, talking about you, and just anything revolving around you. not like he minds, you're usually on his mind 24/7 anyways.

and when you end up pregnant forget it, now the fans are asking to see you, asking for an interview with the person responsible for boosting prohero!katsuki up the rankings so consistently.

the first interview with you two together trends for weeks, his longing gaze on you as you talk, his fond smile as you express your opinions, the way he looks content when he makes you laugh.

ughh prohero!bakugo who's obsessed with his wife </3

(follow-up)

[zelkams-art]

you need not suffer anymore

[napping-sapphic]

Sure you could fall in love with me but would you put up glow in the dark stars all over our bedroom walls with me? Would you paint our mailbox fun colors with me? Would you make pancakes in silly shapes and buy knickknacks we’ll never use and pick up hobbies we won’t stick to with me? Would you live and be silly and be a little dumb and be a genius and be confident and lazy and kind and angry and everything? Would you give me absolutely every side of yourself that you can??

[poh4k03e]

waiter!! more transmasc dipper now!!! please (ft. a very supporting sister)

i like to think mabel was, obviously, the first to know and has been very supportive ever since. cutting his hair, buying the necessary things for him. defending him . teasing him obviously.

whatever i love them i like to project on them

[jei-rifni]

“What purpose does this serve?” - “It feels nice. Is that not that sufficient?”

So recently WaveWave crashed into my brain…

[wishchip106]

i’ve been using my brain more than its used to

gonna think about gay mutant road trip hope my brain doesn’t explode

[choccy-milky]

...nowhere is off limits for seb 🥴 (scene from the office bc ive been rewatching clips lately and when i saw this one i HAD to redraw it as them LMAO)

[larunart]

Maybelle Elizabeth Colter AKA “Black Belle” from Red Dead Redemption 2

Probably my favorite side character in the game, gonna try and draw some of the others too. Suggestions are welcome!

[bobateaqwq]

HAPPY BIRTHDAYY TO TOUUYYAAAA

[softkostyk]

no because the thing about rupert is that he has been making terrible choices for years. he’s lost his passion, he’s lost his family, he fills his life with səx to get by, to feel something good. and then taggie shows up and she’s just so kind and sweet and beautiful and the realest thing rupert’s ever laid his eyes on. angel, he calls her, because that’s what she is to him. so of course he wants her. but that’s not all, because for the first time in forever, rupert has a reason, a push to want to be better. have you noticed how every time taggie is upset about something that happened or something he did, he immediately does everything he can to make up for it? It’s because before her, he didn’t care—or didn’t want to care—about hurting people or doing the wrong thing. but taggie makes him want to be good. for her. for himself. he is fully aware of his feelings for this young woman he cannot keep his eyes off, and when he seeks out cameron again it’s purely because he thinks he can never have taggie…but try as he might, he’s not able to move on. and taggie??? her mother considers her an idiot, her father considers her a little girl, she’s trying to find out what her place is, where she fits in, and rupert is the only person in her life that is completely encouraging and who believes in her potential (see how he compliments both her cooking and says she’s good with the campaign). he’s the only person who sees she’s twisting herself every which way to make everyone happy, and he’s the first to tell her she doesn’t have to be perfect all the time. and she’s fascinated, obviously, but it’s more than that. It’s rupert being silly to make her laugh, it’s her face falling when she realizes he has yet again been with another woman, it’s her anger when she finds out declan told rupert not to touch her. but they gravitate towards each other, because they’ve come into each other lives at exactly the right time. gosh season 2 cannot come fast enough

[dreamyluigi]

"you're not going to lose me. not now, not ever."

had to draw up something for this heart-squeezing fic by @silenzahra <3 it tore me apart as much as it warmed my heart. emotionally damaged mario, my beloved

[sabh0]

Guys he's escaping someone stop him

Also chuuya with glasses bc