#YES YES YES YESS!!!

[hanako-san]

"Do you want to see me,even your dreams?"

[headspace-hotel]

Brother saw new next door neighbor putting leaves in black trash bags

He went over to neighbor and said "hi there I see you have leaves, we need leaves can we take your leaves?"

Neighbor says sure!

we have TWELVE BAGS all stuffed to the brim with leaves

Neighbor sees me distributing the leaves around the Meadow, offers to come help???

I say sure!

She asks what this area is for, I say this is the meadow, we let it grow up for the bees and butterflies and birds and other wild creatures

Neighbor says Oh? That is really cool!!!

We get to talking for half an hour about the importance of weeds and wild fields and meadows, letting nature do its own thing and cultivating biodiversity

Neighbor has a two year old son who she wants to raise surrounded by natural spaces to play in and explore. We will definitely talk again in the future!

I feel like a tree in the forest connecting to a new mushroom that connects me to a whole other corner of the forest...

[wormheamer]

[issteelballrunconfirmed]

SBR WILL BE OFFICIALLY RELEASED IN ENGLISH BY VIZ. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

It has been officially announced by Viz!! Please check the tweet below: https://x.com/vizmedia/status/1842248398507844037?s=46

It is not an anime announcement. BUT WE’RE SO CLOSE. ONE STEP CLOSER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!

YESSSSSS I’M SO HAPPY

[neonghozt]

Redraw of my redraw

Based on this video

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

guess the bioterrorist

[thethoriumreactor]

check out this new hyperfixation I just got 💜

This guy just gave me motivation to finally draw something worth posting after like 8 months he’s actually magical

close ups:

Alastor is my emotional support vaguely cannibalistic asexual serial killer radio host demon (or something idk but I can’t live without him anymore)

[paristheonewhoreads]

how is nobody talking about how schlatt was literally watching his favorite porn video WHILE recording AND when asked what was the name he ACTUALLY told us????!?!!!?!!!! Not to mention…he likes rough videos??????!!! EXCUSE ME OMFFFGGGGG 🙉🙉🙉🙈

Edit: he could literally throw me around like that girl 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🤷🏻‍♀️

[nebuvoid]

*debugs you*

[lollytea]

This art has always been so modelesque that my headcanon is that it ISNT him just chilling (I know in my heart of hearts that he doesn't sit like that naturally) but it's from a photoshoot Willow did. Don't be fooled by how effortless the posing looks, he had a really passionate teenage girl directing him at all times.

[valzhangism]

since she was never caught and most likely never clearly photographed (as herself) there is probably little physical proof that toga himiko ever existed.

imagine ochako living her life, watching the years go by, and everyone, all her friends, starts to forget. she can't blame them, but at the same time it makes her feel crazy. none of them knew toga like she did. ochako works to create a better world, a safer place for people to live in. but what about the cutest girl in the world? the normal girl with a normal smile? did everyone forget about her?

she wanted that too. this world was for her.

[sm-baby]

OKAY, BEFORE WE SEE ABLE, I WANT TO MAKE A PREDICTION!!

What if, Able is the Canon!Caine 'equivalent'? But with the twist that he used to be human aswell? He seems like an AI, but he keeps mentioning and doing odd things that don't make sense. Caine tries to find this character in the files, but can't seem to find him (almost like he isn't supposed to be here....)

.. i will not be saying anything except for the fact that I'm taking notes.

[its-a-me-mango]

Hey Meggy. Did I die? Because I think I see an angel. 😎😘

This is a hospital and I'm shocking you back to life in 3 2 1-

[kiwimeephu]

drew these b4 the new bfdia ep came out :D i need to rewatch it honestly because theres . A LOT to process dude (i loved it)

[xenomorphicdna]

On the string propaganda

Heeellll yeah

Bestie is an entire PLACE

I look at those guys and let me tell you the soul of that thing ain't just in the puppet, it's in all the neurons carrying the thoughts and emotions, it's in the power rails that serve as the heart. All the memories in the memory conflux and all the numbers we see flicker across displays, the flux condensers, the puppet; a little avatar.

No way these massive machines see life the same way we do. They have their own experiences and senses and things they hold dear. A world we can't imagine, a way of living we couldn't even comprehend.

I could never tear an iterator apart to be just a puppet. Who am I to decide how's life supposed to be enjoyed or perceived?

You treat your creechurs however you want- I ain't gonna dictate that. But damn, hearing the thrums and buzzes of the linear systems rail? They are alive with so much power, these mechanical beasts are exactly what they should be.

[angelsberrymilk]

AU where Sam and Dean find out they have an 11 month old half brother a year after John Winchester's death. And worst of all, his mum is just about 20.

I need the angst, the anger and the fucked up situation of it all.

When they first meet the girl, she's a waitress at a shitty dinner in a random town, serving Dean his greasy burger and Sam his salad. She looks so terribly young and exhausted despite the polite customer service smile and laughs she lets out.

She's pretty and Dean throws one of his charming grins her way and flirts with her, watching her trying to keep it professional and scribble aggressively their orders in her little notepad. Sam kicks him under the table, feeling bad for the girl. And then she leaves, but without Dean's eyes following her until she disappears to the back.

Then her manager gets brutally mauled in the diner by the monster of the week after closing hours and Dean and Sam investigate the scene. They spend a night after the other following each of her co-workers back to their homes, watching over them and for the beast to strike. Nothing happened, not a single peep from the monster. And so the next night was her turn to be stalked by the brothers in the dead of night, parked not far away from the filthy and run-down apparently she calls home.

They wait, and wait, taking turns walking around the building in case anything pops up. Until a screams makes them run up the stairs with weapons in hand, breaking the door without a second thought. Bullets fly and sobs gets louder and louder from the poor waitress, curled on the floor against the wall. When the thing's dead and it's all over, Dean tries to get her to stop crying, until he realises it wasn't her sobbing but a little baby boy clutched to her chest and he gets hit with hauntingly familiar eyes and dark hair.

Sam helps the girl up when Dean is all but frozen, still dripping with sweat and hair stuck in every direction and smelling of the impala and shitty coffee.

The girl shushes her babyboy, trying to stop her body from trembling and trying to rip her eyes away from the disgusting sight in the middle of her flat, blood soaking most of the wooden floorboard at their feet.

It takes them a while to all calm down, sitting in the other side of the flat, on her bed with her babyboy still in her arms. Her eyes look foogy, they have that far away look in them, her hair sticking in all directions and her thin t-shirt falling of one shoulder, blood drops drying on her barefeet from the chaos.

"Who are you? You're not FBI.." She whispers, looking up at Sam and Dean with a sad and scared face, a face that only begs to be hugged and protected from all dangers of the world.

"We're hunters, we help get rid of-- monsters." Sam explains, trying and failing to give her a reassuring smile, unable to look at her in the eyes for too long.

"How old are you?" Dean suddenly asks and she feels scared, his tone empty of any comfort.

Sam doesn't say anything but looks at Dean, frustration, anger and fear swimming behind his tired eyes.

"Why?" She asks, eyes flitting between the two in fear.

"Answer the question." Dean repeats.

"Dean," Sam says, unsure what he's even trying to do. He wants to know too, this couldn't be a coincidence at all, the little boy looks a lot like their father and them for that matter.

"I'm," She clears her throat, "I'm 20."

"Fuck," Dean says and all but collapses on her bed, sitting with his elbows on his knees, Gun still in hand while his hands covered his face.

"What?" She says, eyes wide. "What does that have to do with anything?" She quickly asks, defensive and scared at the same time, looking at Sam, eyes begging for answers.

"Who's his dad?.." Sam asks and gulps, watching her while Dean has a breakdown next to her on the bed.

"Uhm... It was a one night stand and I didn't bother looking for his dad-- But I don't understand-"

"Just answer the question." Sam cuts her off, making her flinch. He grimaces at her reaction and adds a, "Please..." Just for good measure.

She looks down at her babyboy sleeping against her chest, and back up at Sam, "He said his name was John."

And Sam throws up right then and there.