#also I'm HUNGRY

[rabbitsonthemoon]

I like The Wayne Family Adventures. It's very wholesome and emotional. Maybe it's because I can relate more to those depictions of overcoming mental struggles and committing shenanigans. It's like finding a cozy and good fanfic, except it's endorsed!!!

It's awesome that there's such a broad amount of DC content for all sorts of tastes. It makes me feel a bit sad when people dunk on it, because it's not what they personally like. That's valid! But that doesn't mean it's shit! It's got no value for one person, but for another person, it's got a lot. And that's totally alright! It's like bringing more cake to a party. Ain't nothing bad about more cake. Everyone gets to eat what they like.

[prettysoftdoll]

Oshi no ko cafe collaboration! ☕

Everyone looks so stylish and ready for fall! 🍂

For more details go here!

[branmer]

crazy how much we really do need people

[lotus-ignis]

I finally got around to watching the day of the doctor. The actress of Rose is great and I'm currently laughing myself silly because of the two doctors. Oh this is great

[slxtmeri]

moots should i just totally change my layout i need change

[obstinaterixatrix]

after getting through [checks] 18% of an audiobook about trauma I have loaded up like 10 f/f romance novels for my library to hold for me which means I actually have to commit to going to the library and replacing my card after putting it off for like. months.

[supercoolsuperqueer]

i wish los pollos hermanos was real :[

[disfrutalakia]

Gamescom loud

[killorbekillian]

brought my camera to a show instead of moshing last night and now i feel like my untapped aggression is boiling over like forgotten milk on a stove so. in retrospect.

[xeldrinethecanadianace]

Ok

I saw a post where someone asked for people's fav animal (don't ask mine... I can't chose)

I have a question for you to

What's your favorite food?

Mine is totally chocolate. But if we're talking meals... I do love me some pastas with shrimps and bacon. 😋

[crabsnpersimmons]

i'm glad you all enjoyed seeing HYE Y/N!

and i love all the comments about how stylish Y/N is! in reality, they only really dress up for work. and any time they're out for work, they eat out, so that's why most of their outfits in that sketch spread are on the nicer side

here's a comparison of their work attire vs. what they wear at home:

because of their work, Y/N doesn't eat at home often and i mean, why would you when you have hot boyfriends that are more than happy to cook for you ykyk? but because of that, they don't have a lot of fresh food at their apartment, mostly non-perishables like instant noodles, canned food, etc.

also for everyone who wants to date Y/N, you'll have to fight their 7 evil exes /ref their 3 clingy boyfriends:

pro tip: the way to their heart is food! and a listening ear (:

[benevolenterrancy]

so I've started reading Journey to the West, and I more or less knew what to expect from Sun Wukong going in, no surprises there. Tripitaka, on the other hand, completely knocked my feet out from under me... I am enchanted

[suksatoru]

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚.

late night snack runs with your boss, shigaraki!

a/n ☾ ⋆*･ ahhh this is one of my fav shiggy pieces!! also i may or may not have forgotten to capitalize like i usually do :O enjoy!

shigaraki was surprised to hear a knock on his bedroom door so late at night - he lifted his head off his palm and groggily pushed his sore elbows off the table they were propped up against. he had fallen asleep at his desk. again.

his eyes caught onto the bright red lights of the clock that red 1:32 am, before he twisted his door open with a grumble

out of all the things that could have been on the other side of his door, the last person he expected was you at this hour.

"uh oh. were you sleeping shiggy?" you question with a quiet laugh as he glares at you silently, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he huffs

"no- i was just about to though. did you need something?" he questions, suddenly aware of the fact that his hair was definitely all over the place - tousled with sleep and exhaustion. embarrassed, he peers down at you with a grimace

"i'm hungry for gas station udon."

the sigh he lets out is so dramatic that you can't help but laugh. he glances back at the clock on his desk before back at you, his lips set in a thin line as he closes the door. you blink at the wood in front of your face for about five seconds before he opens it again - a black coat thrown over his frame

"let's go." he sneers, waving at your pajamas with a scowl "you better get changed qui-"

he's cut off by your squeals, flinching when you wrap your arms around him in a grateful hug

"thank you boss man! you're the best-" you grin, even as he stands as stiff as a board while you hug him. he grumbles something under his breath as you pull away and show him your palm, all fingers up - "five minutes shiggy! be right back!"

you've disappeared before he could even respond, a tinge of pink coating his pale cheeks as he huffs

you're out within a few minutes wearing gloves and a hat pulled over your hair. one of shigaraki's winter jackets - which was little too big for you as you practically drowned in the fabric, hung over your frame as you stepped out of your room with a grin.

you're both out of the hideout soon enough. shigaraki notices how the tip of your nose is pink from the freezing temperature, and how cold frost expelled from your mouth every time you cracked one of your ridiculous jokes that had him struggling to suppress his laughter, because he'd be damned if he laughed at one of your corny pick up lines.

"you're lucky they're open twenty four hours a day." he points out, opening the door of the gas station as the bell above the door jingles to life - indicating there were customers to the old man who sat behind the counter as he read something. he sent a polite smile in greeting before his eyes averted back to whatever it was he was reading

"yeah- ooo they restocked my flavors!" you exclaim, recognizing the familiar colorful packaging stacked neatly near the back of the store as you tug shigaraki along - he follows begrudgingly, and surprisingly doesn't tug his hand out of yours

he watches you ogle the colorful packaging and has to physically restrain himself from scoffing. what's so interesting about it anyway - you're acting like you've stepped into some sort of a gourmet restaurant with the way your tongue pokes out to lick your frost coated lips!

"i want that one-" you finally say, pointing to the top shelf where 'shrimp tempura' was displayed on the label of the cup in italics. with a sigh, your boss reaches up above you and picks two off the shelf and hands them to you. "happy?" he grumbles

your enthusiastic nod has him grunting in response, but when he turns to head to the cash register, you tug on his sleeve - "shiggy, you need to pick one too!"

he turns around with furrowed brows. "i'm not hungry-"

but he's cut off by you shoving your cup into his arms as you turn back to the wall, observing and humming thoughtfully as you try and find a flavor shigaraki would like - maybe something light, and a bit spicy.

picking up another container that seemed more like his taste, you grab onto shigaraki's sleeve with a final nod - tugging him to the cash register with the goods in hand.

it was almost comical how you were dragging him around, like a dog on a leash. but shigaraki wasn't protesting. especially not if you were the one dragging him around. a part of him loathed the fact he would follow you to the ends of the world if the time came - but for now, snack runs would do too.

while you make small talk with the old man behind the register and pay for everything, shigaraki is quiet behind you.

he's unsure how to act after you insisted on him getting some food too. why did he care so much? you seemed to have already forgotten your simply gesture, laughing at something the elderly man said as shigaraki looms behind you.

you turn around to ask shigaraki something, but the thought slips your mind when you find him already burning a hole into the back of your head - staring blankly. his back straightens quickly when you catch him staring and you snort - making a mental note to tease him later about his staring habit.

the moment the cashier hands you the plastic bag, shigaraki is tugging you out of the store and onto the cold streets

"someone's hungry." you giggle, watching the way his brows pull together - his usual scowl faltering when you laugh even harder

"you're the one who dragged me all the way out here-"

but he's cut off with an overly dramatic gasp as you stop walking. he turns back in confusion, before he follows the trail of your gaze

oh no.

"absolutely not."

about a dozen yards from the two of you, stood a playground.

"shiggy it's covered in snow! imagine it - you're sliding down the slide and fall right on your ass! hah! we are so going!" you squeal.

tomura thought your enthusiasm for gas station udon would go unmatched - yet here you were, climbing onto the swings and asking him to push you.

sure, he would push extra hard and let out a raspy cackle when you yelped - demanding he slow down. your legs kicked through the air as you helplessly threaten him, but your laughter sounded through the air regardless, and tomura can't remember a moment where he'd felt quite as happy as he does now.

he's crammed into the little house attached to the swings and slide now - god forbid someone sees the leader of the league sitting in a little wooden cottage with little rainbows and hearts painted all over its surface. you gently tuck the little plastic bag containing your packaged food onto the ground beside you.

"shiggy - this could make an excellent hide out if we ever need a place to crash." you whisper with a bashful smile

"sure." he whispers back, even though there's no one else around to hear either of you. he watches your eyes drift out the little window in the playhouse. the snow falls softly outside, coating the grass in a thick blanket. you see a few specks in your boss's light blue hair - a smile curling on your lips at the sight

he rolls his eyes, but makes no further comment. it's quiet now - the only sound being gentle whoosh of the falling snow. your hand shifts forward and lays flat on shigaraki's thigh - palm up. his eyes quickly move to your face when you do - and he's met with a cheeky grin

"i forgot to bring gloves. think you can warm up my hands?" you question, an amused smile on your face as you quickly tuck your glove into the pocket of your coat and out of sight. not very sneaky- but who cares?

he's still. watching you quietly. he blames the way his fingers curl and intertwine with yours on the cold weather freezing the gears in his mind needed to function properly.

it's so nice. that's all you can think as he brushes a tentative thumb over your knuckles, turning to look at the falling snow out the window with you.

[architectural-sims]

New pastry stand in Windenburg Alter Platz

[vaguely-concerned]

tiny animation detail from this scene I really like: rook glances towards the locations of lucanis and bellara's rooms (and possibly where they're most likely to be found in this moment?) respectively when they deliver this line!

(honestly I expect that lucanis is hanging out somewhere other than the pantry during this to give everyone in this unfolding catastrophe some space, but consider: it's so much funnier if he IS sitting in the pantry hearing this all go down on the other side of the wall like

taash stomps in with thunder and trepidation in their eyes like 'hey. I need vegetables. can we make vegetables happen.' and lucanis already handing them a lettuce and tomato like i gotchu fam this is literally the only thing I know how to do for you in this situation go with the maker and these salad ingredients I resignedly already know you'll just put on a plate with no dressing no spices no nothing. just the most sleep deprived caffeinated to the point of vibrating gently in place awkward-yet-painfully-well-meaning man in the world standing there before his friend about to have one of the most difficult conversations of their life like '...can I offer you a turnip in these trying times' while rye desperately treads social water out in the dining room to buy time. amazing. our lives really all do touch each other. headcanon passionately embraced)

[dollypopup]

Some of y'all only like Polin when Penelope is an unfeeling girlboss and Colin is a desperate puppy dog chasing after her and it SHOWS.

Some of y'all resent so much that Penelope loves him. You hate the fact that she's doodled 'Ms. Colin Bridgerton' in her diary with love hearts all around them. You hate her tenderness for him. You hate how easily she forgives him. You drool and hunger for her anger, her fury, her grudges, her distance. You say so often how he 'doesn't deserve her' or 'she should have married blah blah blah instead'. You diminish her adoration for him at every turn, as if it is in some way shameful for her to love him. You call her desperate for looking for him in any room she's in, for immediately folding to his apology, for asking him to kiss her.

Some of you hate it. You hate it so bad. That she loves him so deeply. You hate how much she trusts him and is interested in his interests. You hate that she wrote him all those letters, that she constantly wants to talk to him. You resent the sweetness she shows him, the warmth she reserves for him. You sneer at how he brings out her girlish glee and giddiness. You recoil at how she finds more confidence because she's most comfortable with him. You despise her yearning, her crush, her gazing out the window daydreaming of him. You can't stand the fact that she wishes on falling stars and dandelion seeds for him. You hate that she's a romantic. You especially hate that she's a romantic for HIM.

Hell, you even vehemently insist that her ruining Marina was an act of selflessness and altruism just to help her friend, when very much a large part of it was BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM and wants to have a love story with him. Fuck that 'she would have stood by and let him marry someone else' nonsense. No the fuck she wouldn't. GOD FORBID she not be a perfect angel who does everything away from her feelings for him. God forbid that be a flawed act of love on her part. God forbid she was jealous because SHE wanted him. God forbid Colin is wanted and Penelope is found wanting.

Why are some of y'all like this? What is the appeal of a love story where both parties aren't completely head over heels for each other? Polin is beautiful because they're two sensitive souls who come together to understand one another and love each other. They are one another's safe place.

Why does fervently, assuredly, loudly only apply when Colin does it? Why do some of y'all cringe so badly away from a Penelope who is in love and isn't just the one being loved on?

Why are some of you even HERE?