#and i have made more art than 8

[excessive-moisture]

Psh sure.

Ten Days of Snow, Eight Woven Tapestries.

I've created one of those ye olde Pinterest Name Generators but for Rain World Ancients, as their structure is pretty straightforward. If this gets enough likes, I'll do one for iterators too!

[somegrumpynerd]

A little animation I made of Dream and Nightmare for fun, it's pretty short and simple but not bad for my second go at animation I think ^^

The music is from here, I highly recommend listening to the full thing cause it's so beautiful!

Quick explanation for the song and a gif version under the cut

So when I was first dipping my toes into utmv stuff like a year ago, I made a slideshow for my sister with a bunch of au Sanses, let her guess what kinda vibe she thought they had and then gave her a list of names/ aus to see if she could figure out who was who (she did surprisingly well and I'm proud of her).

Well, when I first showed her pictures of Dream her immediate reaction was "this guy looks like he's from zelda" and it's just always stuck with me. Somewhere along the way I started headcanoning Dream playing some kind of instrument when they were kids and when I heard the pan flute version of zelda's lullaby everything kind of fell into place.

So here they are, having a little moment of peace finally, brothers together again c:

[puppyeared]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[little-candy-store-of-horrors]

This has definitely been done before but it's ok because they made like 7 of these films so what hasn't been done before

[evaskjew]

Well, I'm fed up with not being able to draw a decent picture of my MC 😫🤧

So this time I made my second MC: Warren 💛 (I also made his student ID card)

It took me 7 to 8 hours to do it (including 3 and a half hours just to do his face)

A really old-fashioned drawing, just like in 2016 when I started drawing realistically on a whim 😁 (I even reused techniques from back then when I didn't have any materials haha)

Well, I've had a bit of trouble with monochrome since I tried colour but... It's a bit like Proust's Madelaine to get back to basics 🥰

Well I'm a fraud, I shifted the outlines 🙏🏻😔 (I was already doing this in 2016 and unfortunately I've kept this bad habit.... At the same time I have trouble drawing, I'm just good at "colouring"... Anyway you can see what I've transferred to the image on the left below)

[frodo-with-glasses]

Scouring of the Shire/Right-Hand Man Part Six

“I warned you not to come back here.”

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Close-up on Merry and Farmer Cotton and their smug little faces.

[nariarts]

(Un)Necessary Evil

I don't think I'm cut out for running my own business. I'm writing that now so the next time I convince myself I'm able to do a side hustle without burning myself out I remember that's a fuckin lie.

Anyway. Still trying to learn to love the thing I was gonna do again, but it's a process.

[hasellia]

Instead of studying my statistics, I wrote lyrics that came out as a limerick bc I don't know what I'm doing, lol.

Raging Parasaurolophus

I've had enough of this rousing cacophony

This sound that doesn't consider me

Grinding at my teeth

Trembling below my feet

It's enough to rouse anyone to misery

Now there's a source for this horrid discord

It's driven by morbid accord

I'm looking at it now

It's that herbaceous cow

That believes itself to be king!

You rampaging Parasaurolophus

The stomping can be felt by all of us

And when you trample on those below

You have the audacity to say

"It's natural"!

Raging Parasaurolophus

Your honking can be heard by all of us

Just listen for once and maybe

Even you can be treated more fairly

So you claim to be the professor of suffering

And the holiest master of death

But do you know of asavas

Or the eight noble paths

That you trample, all over, so carelessly?

It's in the history you claim to be honering

In the symbols you stole with no caring

By the wheel you chant

But the wheel's not slant!

It's a wheel! It turns! You imbecile!

You rampaging Parasaurolophus

Your stomping can be felt by all of us

And when you trample on those below

You have the audacity to say

"It's natural!"

Raging Parasaurolophus

Your honking can be heard by all of us

Just listen for once and maybe

Even you can be treated more fairly

Now there's a way out of your misery

You just have to listen to me

Put that gun down

Open your palms out

And embrace the wider community

It's here you'll find true power

In groups so marginal and larger

Together we'll stand

To end capitol's plan

And live, together, far stronger

You rampaging Parasaurolophus

Your stomping can be felt by all of us

And when you trample on those below

You have the audacity to say

"It's natural!"

Raging Parasaurolophus

Your honking can be heard by all of us

Just listen for once and maybe

Even you can be treated more fairly

You rampaging Parasaurolophus

It's time you put a stop to all of this!

Get out of your head

Or soon you'll be dead

By your own machinations at hand!

Raging Parasaurolophus

It's not too late to put it behind us!

Get in touch with some grass

Forget the old brass

And be happy, for once, you childish arse!

[inspired-lesson-plans]

Grade 8-12. ELA / English Language Arts.

Prep:

Make a slideshow in which each of the above paragraphs in chronological order is a slide, complete with image or gif. For less mature classes, you may wish to leave off some of the last post.

Do Now: (5 min)

Turn and Talk.

Do you remember the first time you ever discussed symbolism in a language arts class? What was the text? How would you describe the experience? Did you enjoy it, get confused, get frustrated? What experiences with symbolism have you had since then?

Direct Instruction:

Class discussion.

Introduce the slideshow by explaining to students that you're going to give them a peek behind the curtain so that they can understand why some people have positive experiences discussing symbolism and other people have negative ones.

Present the slideshow to your students and take time to discuss what each side really means. This is not meant to be assessed, but some classes may benefit from having a graphic organizer or question sheet in which to write down their thoughts and reactions, lest they stray too far from discussion.

Be extra careful with the final few slides, because there are bound to be a few parents or staff members who will give you a hard time, especially if you are not in a teacher's union.

Higher Order Learning:

Give your students a GOOD text and have them write a few paragraphs in which they explain any symbolism they find. Let this be open-ended; there are no wrong answersso long as they can justify their thinking. Grade the writing according to a rubric.

When you understand that kids and teenagers being salty about literary symbolic analysis comes from a very real place of annoyance and frustration at some teachers for being over-bearing and pretentious in their projecting of symbolism onto every facet of a story but you also understand that literary analysis and critical thinking in regards to symbolism is extremely important and deserves to be not only taught in schools, but actively used by writers when examining their own work to see if they might have used symbolism unintentionally and to make sure that they are using symbolism effectively:

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I start a new job in a couple weeks that will require me to wake up at 6:30am. Am I preparing for that? Am I steadily going to sleep earlier and waking up earlier so that this transition is smooth?

It's 2:15am and I didn't sleep sooner because I was cross stitching and watching Dimension 20. I'll let you guess how well the preparing is going.

[dragongirlsnout]

with regards to recent events,

dashboard unfucker will no longer be actively maintained, and the development of the Dashboard Plus extension is being shelved, along with all of my unpublished work for XKit Rewritten.

despite the fact that tumblr as a website is largely propped up by LGBTQ+ content creators, many of whom are trans women, the way this website has treated and continues to treat trans women is utterly disgusting.

from the harassment trans women face from this site's users, many of whom claim to be trans allies or are even trans themselves, to transphobic moderators targeting trans women and selling bans for money, all the way to the CEO of the website directly confronting a trans woman and threatening legal action against her for inactionable threats, tumblr has made it clear that it is by no means the queerest place on earth.

some of my trans sisters may remain on tumblr, even when faced with constant vitriol. i am deeply proud of them and their visibility in the face of hostility, however after seeing recent events unfold, and after being directly confronted by tumblr's CEO himself in a digusting display of indifference, i myself have decided to move onto better pursuits for the larger part. tumblr no longer holds the same shine for me that it did five years ago, and i can no longer justify spending hours of my time every week pouring more work and love into this site than any member of staff ever did.

i thank you all for the support you've given me in the past 8 months, whether through donations, contributions to the script, or even just sending me a kind message. i would ask that you show the same generosity and kindness to other trans girls in my absence, and especially to those who don't code, or write stories, or draw art. every trans girl is valuable, and their worth is more than any arbitrary set of talents. and a little love can go a long way.

yours truly,

dragongirlsnout

[heritageposts]

large zionist blocklist below

i've compiled a list of all the blogs positively interacting with the @/israel-palestine-bingo blog

there's more info about how the names were complied under the read more, but just to get an idea of how vile the blog is, i just want to quickly mention that the first prize offered in their pinned post, "eight hours of memi mamtera," is the song used in the viral israeli tiktok trend of kidnapping, humiliating, and torturing palestinians in the west bank.

and the "grand prize," which needs no explanation, is "all of palestine! for free!"

some quick info: all the names here have either approvingly replied to, reblogged from, or liked one or more of @/israel-palestine-bingo's posts. for likes, i've only gathered names that appear under their original posts; mostly ones that have not been reblogged, and some with 2-3 reblogs that have not left the immediate sphere of zionists. i've also made sure that these are blogs who have either liked more than one posts from them, or who frequently reblogs from other zionists.

you can also quickly look through the blog yourself (it doesn't have that many posts), or check out any of the names on the list with a quick 'israel' or 'palestine' in the search bar or their blogs.

there are more screenshots at the end of the posts, including ones showing who made the blog (ani-lo-daredevil / katenotbishop), and the bingo board itself (ashenpumpkin).

blocking tip: fastest way to mass block users (on desktop) is to go to settings -> the blog your blocking them from -> scroll all the way down to 'blocked tumblrs,' and then copy-paste the name your blocking

names listed below in alphabetical order reminder again, block don't engage

2peachy acleverforgery ani-lo-daredevil apollo-enthusiast ashenpumpkin <- credited for making the bingo board, reblogged/liked almost all of their posts. aureatecorvid avi-on-jumblr (main @/clear-what-i-was-seeing) awstheticshit bambahalva bleepiesheepie bluenorther blueredfetch bones-and-crows britneysmeanshirt cannibalism-is-my-love-language captain-navii casavanse celepito chubbybubba ciitrus--fruitz coffeelovinggayidiot da-socks davos-is-the-one-true-king dchan87 disregardenedgnostic elder-millennial-of-zion faggotry-enjoyer fdelopera flowercrownsandfairylights fluffel677 fluffy-art-moss george-lucas-is-god got-chavi icereader12 illegitimatetenenbaum inklingm8 its-hila jewishlivesmatter just-illegal karinhasdacookie

katenotbishop <- the main account of the person running the blog. her sideblog is @/ani-lo-daredevil

kelluinox kingofslush letaot-ze-magniv lingonberryjamistakenwhat lovelyhairedpianist magic-coffee marrymepadfoot marvel-ous-posts masters-puddle <- pornblog mixmangosmangoverse morganas-simp mossadspydolphin multifandermissesanakin nameless370 namiko026 nevleg32 notcrazyiswear oakstar519 perfectlynormalperson psychologeek queerius randomname3 redvodyanoi rhysaka sally006 sbinklebooper scp-1296 shinekocreator <- commented, 'but is this the 8 hour version?' on a post where someone ''won'' the song used in the tiktok torture videos. snakelung sort-of-a-demon soxiyy stuffandatherstuff tearsandice tedious-waffle thebejeweledwatercat the-library-alcove thirdmagic thisgingerhasnosoul timegirl tolaat-bli-toelet <- the person running the bingo blog. mainblog is @/katenotbishop transmascpetewentz tribulation-of-somnolence unexistencerpg viktorrotkiv wanderingmadscientist whiterose-blackrose whitesunlars why5x5

note: @/tolaat-bli-toelet changed her username to @/ani-lo-daredevil (her main is still @/katenotbishop)

and from the same post,

the last post was also reblogged by the creator of the israel-palestine-bingo blog

[paigelts05]

My Phone Guy is a culmination of over 8 years of "yes, and?"-ing myself, such is the case for a lot of things in my AU.

As a result, I could talk about him all day and still have stuff left over to say.

I can only warn you for what is about to happen next with the hallmark of you're in it for the long haul; a "keep reading" cutoff.

He's a journalist because of a whim I got from playing "Five Days at Freddy's Rage at Night!" by sheenufilms because the newspaper article in the game says "By Phone Guy" so I figured that "hu, Phone Guy as a journalist seems neat" and it all spiralled from there. (Decision from over 8 years ago)

My Phone Guy's design is supposed to invoke the idea of a rotary phone without him having a phone for a head because I've always disliked the whole "phone guys need to have a phone head" thing that fanon had a bag for back when I designed him, with his red hair and scarf framing his white face, and his hair vaguely (and only very vaguely) resembles a receiver. (I do like DSAF, but that came to be after I made my Phone Guy design. This shtick people had for Phone Guys needing to have phone heads was because of you-know-who's AU). (Decision from over 8 years ago)

Krasnyy's full name is "Phone Krasnyy Guy" (no shit he goes by his middle name all the time; his mother was a bit... crazy is an understatement). Krasnyy's dad is Shadow Freddy, and his name was Philip Guy. I was calling Shadow Freddy Philip Guy back in 2017. (Decision from 2017)

I also did something unheard of.

My Purple man and Phone Guy have a father & son dynamic. They aren't related, and Krasnyy is a few years too old to be Vincent's son (plus Krasnyy has confirmed parents), but Vincent has some paternal instincts left, even after what his own parents put him through.

Vincent Taylor regrets being forced to kill Krasnyy's dad, and Krasnyy didn't know who caused the "accident" that took his dad's life until way WAY later. Krasnyy started working at Freddy's the day after his dad's death/ the day after his 16th birthday. Yes, Philip died on Krasnyy's birthday. Vincent now felt responsible for this literal child that Faz Ent had just poached as an employee. (Decision for Philip's death was 2017, making Mr Taylor full of depression and a significant lack of any other emotions of his own was 2018, father-son dynamic is more recent of a revelation but has been there implicitly since UCN in 2018 where he lies and does anything he can to protect Krasnyy from William.)

I draw comparisons between Krasnyy and Charlie (novels) before comparing him to any of the other characters (I'm just finishing up a comic where the who are in the middle of the woods; Charlie is trying to find her way home and Krasnyy was told that there would be leads on what really happened after the CL4 incident). (This has only really been apparent since I started on "September Snow")

My AU has many Phone Guys; a lady named Phina Guy (who despite the same surname is not related to Krasnyy), a man named Paul Scott, a man who is an aspiring game dev with an interest in the occult who remains unnamed, and the one who actually worked at a the Utah locations who is only referred to as "Zero". (Decision from 2017)

My AU's main Phone Guy doesn't even work at the main location from canon; that's Zero. Krasnyy works at a location with the designation "C" (everyone thought it was C for the city name, turns out "C" meant Copycat because the manager of that location, one Daniel Discord, was simply instructed to copy whatever William did).

Faz Ent wants Krasnyy dead so badly that it's pathetic. Krasnyy knows way too much, and Faz Ent wants him dead because of not just that, but because he's one of a very few people who had the role of "Phone Guy" that survived "night 4". Also yes, Faz Ent tried to bump off all of their employees who'd had that job role as all of them had learned too much during their employment and needed to be taken out of the picture, but a lot of them survived, examples being Krasnyy, Paul, Phina, and the occultist. (Decision from fuck knows when, but I've only started elaborating on the other guys since 2020)

The Phone Guys consider Charlie Emily (novels) and Vanessa Shelly (movie) to be honorary Phone Guys on the virtue of "Faz Ent wants me dead so badly" for Charlie and "I gave the guards the run-down of Freddy's and guided them at least a bit" for Vanessa, and my AU combines the games with the novels and the movie (but not really fully with the other books. Frights follows the FrightsSlander theory, so I pick and choose what happened and what's a bag of shit, and tales follows the TalesVRWorld theory, so it's been banished to Faz Ents VR environment). (Decision, recent)

William ran this weird secret society thing before Faz Ent was founded, and all of the members of that society became a part of Faz Ent or Afton Robotics. Krasnyy's mother was a part of the secret society, and so were both of Vincent Taylor's parents (decision that was technically 2023, but Krasnny's mother and Vincent's parents raising their kids to be puppets for whatever William had planned long before Faz Ent was founded has been a decision since 2017 for Krasnyy and probably about 2018 for Vincent). Krasnyy eventually winds up trying to solve what this secret society was, because Krasnyy is a journalist and is willing to find out where it all really started, no matter what it takes.

Krasnyy himself is such a brave guy, but he considers himself a coward because he hates being up against scary things; he's brave because he goes and deals with it anyway even if he is sometimes crying the whole time. He's always putting himself in danger, and he's so emotionally unstable, always being three seconds away from bursting into tears. I had him able to just mimic other people voices years before Sister Location was released, and his "phone guy" voice isn't even his own, it's his dad's voice (he sounds slightly softer and more feminine than his dad) that he copied because his dad recorded the training tapes (that Phone Dude found in FNAF 3), but died before the last one was recorded; he copied his dad's voice to record the tape and keep them consistent, and he just kept on using that voice for phone calls. He's possessed by Shadow Freddy, and the animatronics at the location he works at see him (well, Shadow Freddy) as being like them: a ghost possessing a vessel, and Krassnyy hates the word "vessel" because of it, AND he doesn't understand how the animatronics seeing someone as "one of them" could be in any way beneficial to the individual, as all that term meant for him was pain (the Golden Freddy he worked around is possessed by Vincent Taylor's youngest son, Gerald Taylor; Gerald Taylor became absolutely unhinged and bloodthirsty - not for revenge but for fun - in death). The night 5 phone call is Krasnyy, but because he's basically speaking ghost at that time as he's in a critical condition AND is hiding in the walls and only called to try and get someone to help get him out of Freddy's unnoticed as if any of the Faz Ent execs find him he knows he'll be killed, only ghosts and robots can understand him.

I could keep going, but I won't, so here's Krasnyy's TH page if you want more: https://toyhou.se/12147421.krasnyy-guy

And here's Phina's: https://toyhou.se/12166055.phina-guy

And Paul's: https://toyhou.se/14839961.paul-scott

someone please talk to me about phone guy hhhhh

[lavenderspence]

A bunch of cuties in love | A.H.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Content warning: fluff, nicknames (i think that's about it?)

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: Running late to a meeting with Strauss, Hotch leaves Jack with his favorite person - you. The scene that greets him when he comes back leads to some realizations. 

Request: Hotch request: BAU!Reader is Jack’s favorite and always spends the day with them when he’s brought along to the office. They have a cute bonding moment that Hotch secretly watches. Cue the “oh god I’m in love with them aren’t I”

A/N: it’s been two months today since I made this blog, and it’s been wild, it’s been fun, and it’s been a little teary. thank you for the love and support! Please enjoy this cute little hotch piece, I had a blast writing it! Thank you to the anon who requested this, and I’d love to hear what you think! Also, I miss old Disney😭

masterlist

9:23.

On the days you weren’t working on a case, and the only thing you really needed to catch up on was paperwork, your usual start time was 8:30. Yet almost an hour had gone by and he wasn’t in his office like he usually would be.

With a punctual Unit Chief like Aaron Hotchner, it was a shock, and a little nerve-wracking that he was late. 

You’d lie if you didn’t say you were getting a little worried, taking into account the last and only time he’d been late - Foyet attacking him in his own home, leaving him with long-lasting trauma, scars, and without his family. 

You'd never forget that day, and every day after where he was left to suffer, laying the blame on himself. No matter how many times you said it, how many times Rossi patted him on the back, reminding him it wasn't his fault, you knew a part of him still didn't believe it.

And the part of you that cared about him, maybe a little more than you should, didn't have the heart to watch him do this to himself - the silent guilt, the long empty looks. 

You’ve known him awhile, seen him through many of his ups, and just as many as his downs. You’d seen him laugh in glee and beam with happiness, you’d seen him lose it in anger and anguish and you’d seen him cry in heartbreak. 

So much of your life spent beside him, so many memories linked with him, and your team. And much of it you knew was friendly love - your love for Emily and Spencer, JJ and Morgan, Penelope and Rossi. But the love you felt for him was just a tiny bit different, deeper, not the friendly kind. 

You’d only recently started to understand what you were really feeling for him, as recent as the last few weeks. Still new and a little unexplainable at times, you were learning to balance that, within your friendship.

You didn’t think you wanted to pursue anything, right now. It had been a little over two years since he’d lost Haley, since he’d needed to start navigating his life as a single dad, a widower. 

You could still see the pain in his eyes, fresh as the day it had happened. You knew he was managing, but it was still apparent, that it was hitting them both hard.

And Jack? He was a little ray of sunshine in the otherwise gruesome life all of you led - the same could be said about Henry. But Henry was Reid's favorite, as his godfather, you knew the bond between them was unbreakable. 

But Jack? You were his favorite, and he was yours. 

He was your little buddy, your partner in all things art, cartoons, and Disney shows. He was your little helper during all things baking - you'd babysat once and he'd requested chocolate chip, peanut butter cookies and you'd been more than happy to help him make them.

He was a natural baker and a little taster. 

Your love for the little cutie ran as deep as your feelings for his dad.

At the end of the day though, you were a friend, a shoulder both could use to lean on and rely on. You were comfortable in your role within their little family and weren't looking to make any changes then.

9:28.

You were playing with your watch, already having decided you’d be giving him a call if he didn't arrive by 9:30.

Worry was making your hands sweat, and just as you went to wipe them on your pants, the door to the bullpen opened, and in walked a very frantic Hotch - his tie was a little crooked, shirt a little wrinkled, and Jack - a little backpack on his back, and a curious look paired with a timid smile.

Aaron's eyes searched the bullpen, as did Jack's, the little Hotchner noticing you seconds before his father did. You stood up, watching as the blond pulled away from his dad, and on a little run, made his way towards you. 

“Cutiee.” He called out, using the nickname you called him, to address you too. You leaned down when he was a few steps away, accepting his hug, his little arms wrapping around your neck. 

“Hi, cutie.” You greeted him, a wide smile on your face. Hotch had made his way over to you by then, giving you a barely-there smile, but his eyes shone.

“You're late.” You started, pulling to your full height.

“Yeah, Jessica was called on an emergency at the last minute, and Liah is away on a hiking trip, so here we are.” Liah was Hotch's neighbor, she looked after Jack for a few hours when Hotch couldn't stay with him, or Jess was busy.

He looked at his watch, running a hand through his hair, messing it up a little.

“I have a meeting with Strauss…well, right now. Can you please watch him until I get done?” 

“Go, don't make her wait. We'll be okay and we're going to have fun. Right, Jack?” You watched him nod at both you and his dad before Hotch exhaled.

“You're a lifesaver. Be good for Y/N, okay buddy.” Another nod from Jack, and he was on his way to Strauss's office.

‘’Okay Jack, let's see if Aunt Penelope can download a few episodes of ‘The Suite Life’ for us, and then we'll go color and draw for a while. Does that sound good to you?” 

“Very good. Can I also have orange juice?” He asked, taking your hand in his small, soft one, fingers wrapping around your own.

“Let's go see if we have any.” You walked towards the small communal kitchen space, checking the fridge and then you checked the pantry…and, “Bingo. Let's go see the lair.” You led him to Penelope's office.

“Knock, knock, may us mortals enter?” You joked, making your little partner giggle. 

“Us?” Her voice rang from the other side of the door.

“I have sir Hotchner with me. The smaller one.”

“Hey,” Jack said in outrage

“My favorite Hotchner.” You added.

Penelope pulled the door open, beaming at both of you, before she made space for you to enter. 

“Jack, my love, hi,” She raised her hand, letting him give her a high five. Even though she was affectionate, Jack wasn’t as much, especially after Haley. He only hugged a few people now - Jess, his dad, and surprisingly, you. 

It really showed how comfortable he was with you.

“What brings you to my tech cave?” She asked. You raised your brows at him, prompting him to do the talking. 

“Can you, please, download a few episodes of Zack and Cody for us?” His voice rang with its usual child calm and sweetness, fingers intertwined in front of him. 

Penelope's smile softened even more, “Sure thing, sweetie,” Her eyes turned towards you then, “Your tablet?”

“Yes, please.” You knew it was a work tablet, but no one had to know.

“Any requests?” She asked the little guy.

“You pick.”

“Okay-dokey. Should have it in about 10 minutes, my loves.”

“Thank you, Aunt Penelope.”

“Thanks Pen.” You gave her air kisses before you led Jack out and towards his father's office. 

His day had started rocky, hell, the whole night had gone that way. 

Jack had woken up from a nightmare - twice at that. After the second time, he’d asked Aaron to sleep in his bed, too scared and sad to stay in his room.

He’d snoozed his alarm, just once, and had a hard time waking his son up too. He’d had 20 minutes to get himself ready, but Jessica had called 10 minutes before she was supposed to arrive - apologizing because she’d been called on an emergency at work. 

Aaron had to rearrange his whole morning then, already aware he’d be late for work. He’d had to get Jack and his backpack ready and cook him breakfast. All of that, and be in the office before his 9:30 meeting with Strauss. 

Breakfast and preparing Jack for a day at the BAU, he’d done successfully. Arriving on time had been a little tricky, with barely 2 minutes to spare. 

But when he’d walked into the bullpen, Jack spotting you just seconds before he did, and he’d watched your smile grow, he’d known all would be okay. 

Watching you with Jack always brought a warm feeling within him, like he was watching something sacred. You were always patient and kind, always interested in listening to him talk, even though he was a quiet kid, who appreciated quality time more. 

You gave him that too, and a lot of it - you watched cartoons and shows with him. Colored and drew, baked cookies, and played with him whenever he wanted. Any time spent with Jack was about what he wanted, what he liked doing, and above all, making him comfortable. 

Even if it meant cleaning flour off your kitchen floor and whatever had gotten in the drawers too. 

He appreciated, even loved the bond you had with his son, every smile, every hug, and every minute you spend with him. He loved hearing about you from Jack - what you’d done together, what you’d told him, the stories, the jokes, the conversations. 

Hearing his son proclaim you as his favorite person in the BAU had made his heart soar. Taking into account all the time you spent with him, it wasn’t really a surprise. He bonded hard, but once he did, he never went back.

He was much like Aaron himself in that regard. His trust had to be earned, as did his friendship, and it required hard work. Jack was much the same. And you’d successfully earned both of theirs with your beautiful and caring personality. 

He exhaled a breath, checking his watch, step fast, and briefcase in hand. 

11:18.

His meeting with Strauss had run longer than he’d anticipated - over an hour and a half. Diplomacy, politics, budgets, and cuts, they’d run through countless things, half of that meeting already fully blacked out from his memory. 

He was tired - every meeting with Strauss left him drained. Worried,  about Jack and his state of mind after last night. All he wanted to do was get to his office and check up on his son. 

Walking into the bullpen for the second time that day, he quickly made his way towards his office, only to stop short at the window. The blinds were open, having forgotten to close them last night, so he had a clear and full view of his office.

You were sat on the couch close to the armrest, Jack cuddled against you, cheek squished against your collarbone, face almost buried in your neck. 

Your work tablet sat propped on the coffee table, and your arm wrapped around his small body, keeping him close. His eyes were almost closed, your thumb running soothingly on his back. 

He watched, mesmerized by the scene. He felt himself soften, all of him. His face, the furrow in his brow, and the tight set of his lips. His whole body, his heart, suddenly at peace. 

For months he'd observed the kindness you showed everyone - the families of victims, heartbroken by the injustice of life. Passersby, people you might never see again. Your team, especially, your work family. Jack, and even Aaron himself. 

And as he watched you with his son, the one person left in this world who truly loved him, no matter his rights or wrongs - he couldn't help but feel himself unravel. 

Every little thought he'd had about you, every feeling he might have somehow suppressed in order to protect himself and his child, they all attacked him, in seconds. 

Because the truth was, you earned his trust, his friendship, and somehow along the way, you'd won his heart as well.

Right at that moment, his heart pounded in need, in adoration, in pure, clear love. Love he hadn't allowed himself to feel since Haley. Love, he'd frankly hadn't felt in years, ever since he’d put his signature down on the dotted line. 

He wanted to get home to see this. He wanted to see you put Jack to bed, and kiss his forehead with a whispered ‘good night’.

He wanted to stroke your cheek tenderly, pull you into a kiss that made you melt, and stroke a fire within you like no one else could. 

He wanted to tell you he loved you - in the car, as he drove you to work. In the kitchen during breakfast and dinner. In his office, a few stolen moments as you worked. And under the sheets, while you made love. 

And even through the fear that gripped him in a vice, of rejection, separation, and even trust - he still wanted to love you, as if he was loving someone for the first time again. 

“Everything okay, Aaron?” David asked, passing on the way to his office. 

Aaron barely spared him a glance, nodding his head a little, “Yeah, it's okay.”

He pushed the door to his office open and walked in, greeted by his new favorite sight, and his two favorite people. 

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[lilybecca1]

Wait, Bakudeku is literally considered canon in the Japanese fandom???!!! Like no joke, in Japan Bkdk being canon is actually a widely accepted thing?? Like, let me get this straight.

The manga was meant for Japanese audience mainly, so the romance would also be something that is suited for Japanese audience, not the direct and straight forward approach that non-japanese shows have when it comes to romance. And you guys remember the "Rest of our lives" scene? Well yeah, that's actually a marriage proposal in Japan. In Japan they don't say Will you marry me? Some of the most common proposal lines are literally:

“Let’s spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Having you by my side is what completes me.”

“I can't imagine my life without you in it.”

“I wish I could give you everything, but I hope that this ring is enough.”

"I will protect you forever."

Like bro what?? These are literally Bkdk coded. Like Izuku fr thought once that he can't imagine his world without Kacchan in it. And the “I wish I could give you everything, but I hope that this ring is enough.”?? Replace ring with hero suit and you get the freaking ending of the manga. And I will protect you forever is also so them like I just can't yjxnsjxjnxjdkkxkxkxkxkkdk

I know we were all waiting for Horikoshi to make Bkdk canon in some big way like at the end they're revealed to be together or some confession or some shit but we do forget sometimes that this is set in Japanese culture and in Japan things are very different. Much more subtle and way less straight forward and obvious. Most japanese husbands and wives don't even normally say I love you to each other, because they express love through different ways, like action. And that is very hard for our non-japanese brains to understand cause it's just so different over there and instead of being expressive, love in Japanese culture is more about gratitude expressed through actions and devotion. It's much more symbolic.

So then when we think back on all those Cherry Blossom official arts, well NOW it doesn't seem too far fetched to think it might mean something, does it? For us, all these little hints and symbolism are just that. Hints and symbolism. But for Japanese people? They know how to read it very well and it's common in Japan to express certain things through symbolism. Like "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Is a full on marriage proposal line. It doesn't seem like it to us, but to them yes. Also let's not forget we literally have a scene with Deku looking out at the moon and Bakugo too 😭

So, if we look at it in a Japanese sense, and that in japaese culture, love is expressed in a more symbolic way, and through actions and devotion, then it isn't so hard to believe anymore that Bakugo and Deku are actually fully implied canon in the manga. I mean talk about devotion..Bakugo literally spent 8 YEARS to help fund that suit for Izuku. He took "actions speak louder than words" fcking seriously.

Like would it be better if Horikoshi actually made them say they were in love or made then kiss or something? Yeah, but realistically speaking that probably wasn't gonna happen either way. And the fact that the Japanese fandom, who the manga is literally meant for, is fr congratulating Bakudeku for being canon!!!! Like y'all if the japanese fandom thinks that they're canon then it's safe to say that they are. Because in a sense, Japanese people can read and understand that "language" behind those hints better than us. And if they say it's canon, then I bet my ass it is.

TOO BAD I AIN'T FCKING JAPANESE

Like seriously why is it so hard being European. We wouldn't believe something was true until the cold hard evidence was literally laid right in front of our freaking eyes.

[doctorsiren]

Okay, doodle request:

Reigen meeting Serizawa before Claw got to him. Maybe helping him start leaving his room?

I had a lot of fun with this one. I wanted it to parallel the scene of Serizawa meeting Suzuki, and so pages 6-8 are directly referenced from the manga (just in a flipped format so it reads left to right like the rest of the pages) and I also referenced some shots from the anime (like the final panel of page 10). For the dialogue in those middle pages, I referenced lines from the unofficial English translation of the manga, the official English translation of the manga, and the anime. (I was picking and choosing which lines I liked better). I also had fun with the colouring, which is something I love to do in comics especially. It starts out with Reigen in a muted, paler, desaturated palette with no highlights. But when he meets Mrs. Serizawa (I gave the name “Azumi” because it means something along the lines of “safe home/harbour”), she’s much more warmer and saturated and she has highlights. Once she starts explaining her son’s situation, that’s when Reigen has the variation of colour as well as the introduction of some small highlights. Then, the colour palette changes in every panel after that point. Serizawa is done with a grayscale palette, with the only colour on him being the bright light of the TV screen (reflecting video games as his only joy and his escape from reality). As Reigen talks to him, Reigen slowly start to lose some of that variety and saturation (AKA hope) he got from Mrs. Serizawa until he goes grayscale as well when he thinks that Serizawa might know he’s a fraud. He decides to switch up his approach and actually open up, which is what causes the variations in colour to return. Serizawa stops being grayscale in the panel where Reigen reveals that he too is lonely. (He’s a gray-blue palette, but it’s not true grayscale). The next page is in bright colours as Reigen opens up and doesn’t lie, which causes Serizawa to have bright colour as well, since now there is light and hope. In the page after that, Serizawa’s colour fades until he is grayscale again because it’s him not believing fully and still having doubts, while Reigen maintains that bright colour. (Also silly Falsettos reference on that page). I have Reigen’s colours shift from yellow until he reaches pink which is the colour I just have assigned as His Colour (since his tie is pink). Serizawa gains colour again and he shifts from that muted dark blue to finally orange (which is his colour) as he finally accepts Reigen’s help. The light from the TV is no longer coloured, and is just white, because Serizawa now has a new source of colour in his life (that being a real friend.) It ends with them being in their normal palettes at a normal happy saturation, contrasting the muted colours of the start of the comic. With the umbrella, I still wanted to include it and give it a role in the story, but in a different way from how Suzuki used it. While Suzuki used it to directly manipulate and control Serizawa, Reigen used it as a way to open up a choice for Serizawa to either let Reigen stay or make him leave. He asks Serizawa if he can sit and stay for a while since it’s raining outside and he didn’t bring an umbrella, despite clearly having done so. And then I ended the comic with a shot of the umbrella to emphasize that point.

Sorry for the long and probably unnecessary explanation. I just really love explaining my intentions and symbolisms in my art. Yeah I just had a good time over the last few days doing this :) I thought it was an interesting idea and I couldn’t think of a way to reflect it better than in a comic (which was also partially inspired by this wonderful Ageswap AU comic made by @fend13th about Reigen helping Serizawa)