#and then i’ll come talk to talk

[saetoru]

The way you write alhaitham is so dreamy 🥹

🥹🥹🥹🥹 u are dreamie i must kiss you 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[cowardlykrow]

Stop light shenanigans

Extra:

[notherpuppet]

I love hazbin hotel. It’s made with hard work and love and I think that kind of magic is invulnerable.

I look forward to seeing Viv, Spindlehorse, and the whole team show us the beautiful project they’re making.

I want to hear the creator tell her story. 🪄💞

[sawxwhxrex]

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

It’s disability pride month, you know what that means, you are now legally obligated to make all of your favorite characters disabled

[purple-raspberries]

Guess what!

BOOM!

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Your honor, they’re perfect for each other!!!!

Frank likes butterflies and facts and nerdy passionate men! Passionate poet Butterfly boyfriend!

Eddie has a literature partner that he can chatter and listen to!! Frank has many books! They’re all fruity!! And Latter needs all the love, tooooooo!

Yellow and purple! yellow and purple!! YELLOW AND PURPLE!!!! AAAAAAAAAA

[milkcioccolato]

"In all timelines,

In all possibilities

Only you…"

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

basically how this scene played out

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou asks you to join him during one of his photoshoots for a pro hero campaign. he doesn’t understand the point of it, nor why he has to only be in his underwear, but he doesn’t mind it much when he gets to look over to your shy little face.

you’re propped up in a corner on an old couch, laptop perched in your lap, its glare bright despite the way you never really look at it. you’re supposed to be catching up on some work, but you’ve been distracted by the glorious sight that is the love of your life.

when he looks at you, do you duck down, eyes suddenly focused on your screen again. it only makes him smile a little, step away from the assistant of the photographer who comes up to him, calls out your name.

“Huh?” your head whips up with a quickness neither of you expect, goes to show just how invested you really were with your work. but Bakugou only grins at you now, jerking his chin over to you as he grabs the bottle of oil the assistant was trying to pour over him.

“C’mere and gimme a hand, won’t ya?” he asks you, boyish smile gracing his face as he tilts his head at you. immediately, your face warms as you put together the request that’s suddenly dropped in your lap. everyone in the studio looks at you, with both envious and excited gazes, and it only makes you shrink in on yourself.

“I hate you.” you mutter under your breath when you finally rise up from your place on the couch, which he somehow hears. but Bakugou only laughs at you, grabs you by the waist when you’re close enough to kiss you breathless in front of everybody, before he’s handing off the oil to you.

“Such an attention whore,” you whisper when you’re close, the air between the two of you thick. everyone tries to look away, give you guys a bit of privacy, but it’s hard when such a soft and amused look passes over the usually rough and hardened hero’s face.

“Only for your attention.” he grunts back to you, holding his arms out for you to start dripping the oil down his skin. it’s a sensual gesture, the softness between you two sliding into something more, something that you only ever reserve for the bedroom.

you tip the bottle over his shoulders until it drips down his chest, massaging it all in with your hands in crude, circular motions. you can see the way he bites his lip, ignore the way he looks at you down the bridge of his nose lest you two create a scene not meant for the public eye. you gather more oil, warm it between your palms, kneeling in front of him to help massage it into the defined muscles of his stomach.

you ignore the twitch in front of you, swallowing thickly, glancing up to Bakugou who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet. you mouth at him to behave, but he only grins, something feral.

“We only need it above the waistband.” the photographer suddenly calls out, snapping you back to attention. you stand on shaky knees, nodding with your eyes casted low, ashamed, that your freak of a man had you doing something so…so—

“Go wait in my dressing room, yeah?” Bakugou asks you, pulling you in close to peck at the corner of your mouth. “Gonna wrap this shit up.” he promises you, and you can only nod silently, mind going a mile a minute. but before you go, you remember to grab the oil. just in case.

[aritany]

let’s bring back shitty comic sans powerpoint wip intros. please for the love of god i need to see a revolution

[dykecubes]

Tazercraft mental link but make it a lil bit weird, they’ll have a conversation mostly in their heads but partially out loud which from an outside perspective is just fragments of words and half sentences, they go dead silent for hours at a time only for them to suddenly start shouting out loud, very clearly mid-argument, Pac says something but it comes out of Mike’s mouth, Mike starts speaking with his mouth and finishes speaking with Pac’s, sometimes their thoughts become so tangled that they’re unsure who a thought belongs to so they both express it at the same time like horror movie twins, do you see my vision

[ynbabe]

Need someone to get in a 2000s style scandal real quick- oh shit some driver got caught smoking? Amazing, Max does coke before every race? Expected, hidden mistress (or mister) and kids? Perfect, another spygate? Absolutely, Fernandos being Fernando? We love to see it, a blonde driver finally broke and is committing war crimes with a queer aura that can only be found in nico rosberg and whatever the fuck is going between Sergio ramos and that blond twink from Croatia? Let me get my popcorn

#MakeF1MessyAgain

[zfedraws]

Don’t look at me

[ghost-bxrd]

May I also offer another more heartbreaking possibility to a potential Jason return? Dick hears Red Hood make the chirps or hoots (maybe when he’s annoyed either at seeing Talon early or at something else and doesn’t know Dick is there) and instead of thinking “my owlet!” He thinks “A member of the Court of Owls survived.”

So that’s the first bad thing. Now, imagine how much worse it would be if this Court survivor was targeting his only chick left? If Dick saw what happened at the Tower and thought that this survivor wanted a new Talon.

Just a thought.

Oh—-

OH

Oh dear, oh no. Omg—ngl I LOVE the idea that Jason’s bird noises are ingrained enough for him to be making them subconsciously? And also— Dick realizes that if this is truly a Court member— and he’s after Dick’s last surviving owlet—- Dick can never let this court member have Tim. Ever.

So Dick offers himself up instead. (Please, Dick is already a finished Talon, you’d have to train the other first, remember? He’s better, faster, stronger. You don’t want Tim. Please, you don’t want him. Dick— Talon— remembers how to be a good talon, please-)

[only-one-brain-cell]

I want married Kathony gossiping about the family in season 3 so bad. I want overprotective Anthony with Francesca and Kate being the only one to calm him down (but she’s just as bad.)

Violet watching Anthony give another death glare to a suitor: it’s a miracle Daphne got married at all

Kate: Anthony *wraps her arm around him*

Anthony: *eyes turn to mush*

Kate whispering: he’s not good enough for her, don’t waste your energy on him.

Fran: I’m never getting married am I?

Violet: *exhausted sigh*

Eloise: can they do that with me????

Ben writing to Colin: come home Brother there’s two of them now I’m outnumbered.

[willnaib]

thinking about the complexity of levi today. how he’s the first person to suggest just burning the city down, how easy it would catch fire. how he doesn’t feel bad for the moonscorched citizens because, in his opinion, they kind of deserved it. how he still wants a home. how he wants to take up piano again. how he doesn’t register when abella asks him if he’s okay and doesn’t take a noncommittal “yeah” as an answer. how he’s only 18 and has been at war for five years. how he always offers to watch the door, guard the exit — just in case. how he doesn’t want to just be a scope behind a rifle anymore. how he’s been prepared to die his whole life, but doesn’t want to. he’s only 18.