#awful. I hate him

[wotterotter]

I fucking HATE this guy I want to shake him around until I give him fucking BRAIN DAMAGE (proceeds to draw him with a perspective i hate and the chunkiest half tone affect that made the canvas 52 MBS and I had to screenshot it just to send it to people over discord)

[s0up1ta]

"so grunkle ford how do you know bill?"

"... that's not important."

[basedjamil]

silly little retainerswap au . . . baur was a bodyguard for one of kalim's ancestors; kalim is at NRC specifically so that sebek can go without abandoning his post. the vipers are the traditional retainers for briar valley's royalty and they REALLY disapprove of lilia for book 7 spoilers reasons

[dayleebear]

Jeremy “I’m Not Gay!” Willis vs a perfectly friendly massage from your perfectly friendly friend

[sunny-sainz]

carlos just has the kindest soul…charlos I’ll love you forever

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | Purgatory Con, Düsseldorf, Germany, May 26, 2024 [x]

[azuree1733]

Lestat 😼

[razzafrazzle]

my love for foppish fictional men truly knows no bounds

[image description: two drawings focusing on flavio from paper mario: the thousand-year door. the first picture of flavio singing, drawn in a simple, sketchy style. the second drawing is a comic. the first panel shows mario and goombella sitting across from flavio, who has a dreamy expression on his face and is saying, "we shall gather a crew and set off on a journey of romance!". the second panel is of goombella replying by saying "yknow that there are only male sailors in rogueport, right?", with a note below that panel saying "shes a lesbian shes just also homophobic". the third panel is of flavio looking confused, followed by the final panel of flavio in front of a rainbow background as he says "yes? does flavio stutter??". end id]

[arunneronthird]

oh, to be the protagonist of a tragedy where the villain is your creators hatred

[blueseysyogurt]

im sure this has been done before but idc

art creds: group drawing -sas milledge from raven boys graphic novel ronan pfp - auro cyanide on deviantart and tumblr kavinsky pfp - maggie stiefvater

[vaguely-concerned]

the mourn watch background gives you such a GIFT in having other characters notice and call out on-screen that rook code switches like a motherfucker. the whiplash of hearing my snarky 'heeey I'm just a little guy! :>' funnyman rook speak the heightened ritualized phrases of the mourn watch with perfect seriousness and gravity completely naturally and/or break into an academic tone that can keep up with emmrich at the drop of a hat never stops giving me such endless delight. truly their real mind is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside some hideous mourn watch casual wear

[tackykachowch]

How it feels to not like timebomb after s2

[angelyuji]

homelander realizing that you could make a great mom to ryan and kidnaps you, but realizes you were partly why ryan is not like him??? yeeah im thinking thoughts.

tw // physical abuse, mental/emotional abuse, implied noncon, homelander being homelander

honestly the ending got pretty sad idk why i think its cuz i feel so bad for ryan becuz he deserves so much better than shitty homelander and i wish his mom didnt die poor baby angel :( anyway....

"what have bullshit are you teaching him." john's face, twisted with wrath, was only a few inches away from you. you try to inch back, but he grabs your face. gripping your jaw with one hand, he forces you to look back at him. "answer the fucking question, (y/n). what poison- what LIES are you teaching my son?" your face hurts and you feel tears well up in your eyes.

"dad, she's not doing-" ryan tries to interject, to stop his father, but john raises a hand at him.

"don't. don't protect her. talk now, (y/n), before i really get angry." his eyes flash red and you feel your heart stop.

you sniffle, "john, i swear i'm not teaching him anything. i don’t know-” before you could finish, john backhands you, sending you to the floor. your vision goes white from the pain and you can’t help the screaming sobs coming out of you. when you look up, you see ryan in tears. you can’t even muster a smile to make him feel better.

“ryan, go to your room.”

“but-”

“NOW.” you hear ryan’s defeated steps go up the stairs. your scalp stings as john grabs a fistful of your hair to pull you up. “my son is the most powerful creation on the planet alongside me. i will not let you turn him into a pathetic, worthless worm like you. understand, (y/n)?”

his face is close to yours. you can feel his fury and you nod, afraid to speak.

"say it. say you understand."

you choke, "i understand... i'm sorry, john." his grip loosens and you collapse to the floor, shaking wth sobs. you hear him huff quietly to himself.

"so fragile and weak, why would you think ryan should be like you and not me, his father?" you look up at him and he stares down at you. you try to speak, but he holds a hand up. "i don't want to hear it." you look down. the room fills with silence, interrupted occasionally with ryan's footsteps from upstairs. "fucking pathetic." you hear him mumble. "go upstairs and collect yourself. i don't want to hear your sniffles when i fuck you tonight." he rolls his eyes and waves you away.

you stumble up the stairs and finally make it to the bedroom, collapsing into the bathroom. you sit in the bathtub, knees against your chest, sobbing.

"y/n?" a small voice comes from in front of the door. you quickly wipe your tears.

you clear your throat, "come in, sweetheart!" you watch as the door is opened, hesitantly. ryan comes in, slowly, and closes the door behind him. he looks at you, eyes filled with guilt. he sits down next to the bathroom. "you're growing up so fast..." you try to smile and brush your hand through his hair.

ryan puts his head down on the edge of the bathtub, "i'm so sorry, (y/n)..." your heart hurts and you cup his face in your hands.

"none of this is your fault, ryan. you did nothing wrong." you watch tears fall faster down his face. you pull him into a hug. the edge of the bathtub was digging into your skin, but you felt ryan relax and you knew you could be in pain for a little while longer.

[atoriv-art]

older designs for my specialest guy

[kendyroy]

I can’t stop thinking about Wade hurting the the bartender for insulting logan…Imagine how Logan feels. This is probably the first time someone’s cared about him in a LONG TIME

I know Logan wants to be treated this poorly (bcuz he thinks he deserves it) but god does it feel good when someone comes to his defense. I’d like to think it short-circuited part of his brain a little. I mean “he’s not a piece of shit” is the nicest thing he’s probably heard in a while…

[stuffeddeer2]

Your legs wrapped around his waist. How scary! Being so high up in the sky wasn't on your to-do list this morning, and the quick speeds he was flying at only served to make it worse. Eyes shut tightly, arms wrapped around his neck, the best you could do was pray he didn't drop you.

"Settle down, pretty. We've landed." With flushed cheeks, Hawks gently patted your head.

Still holding onto him as tightly as you could, you shook your head, which was buried into his chest.

Hawks smiled at the action, finding your fear to be a little cute. So, no more heights — got it. "We're on solid ground, promise."

One of his hands begins carding through your hair, trying to help you relax. Honestly, he'd be happy to remain in this position with you, but you both had a job to do.

You were shaking like a leaf, trying to steady your breathing. The feeling of his gloved fingers in your hair did help relax you, finally pulling your head from his chest and opening your eyes.

Ah, it's quite pretty out.

A gorgeous sunset sat on the horizon, immediately relaxing you. Limbs no longer shaking, you quickly unwrapped yourself from Hawks' torso and stepped onto stable ground. Or stable roof, rather. Heights isn't your fear, but apparently flying is.

"It's pretty," you murmur, fixated on the warm reds filtering through the air.

Teasing lilt to his tone, Hawks replies, "Not nearly as pretty as you."

You spin to look at him with a smirk, and Hawks could feel his heart soar. He's used to flying through the skies, but the sight of you with your smile, surrounded by such a perfect view nearly took his breath away.

"Remind me to never agree to fly with you again."

Trance broken, Hawks chuckled at your words. "I might have to goad you into it. How else can I have such a pretty birdie cling to me so tightly?" His hands were shoved into his jacket pockets, signature charismatic grin causing you to roll your eyes.

"You could always ask, y'know," you wink back. Hawks would love to ask, he'd love to take you out properly. The idea of you holding him by your own volition almost makes him swoon.

"We should— "

"Are you in position?" sounds from both of your earpieces.

"Yes," you reply quickly and professionally.

Hawks frowns, eyes downcast as the flirtatious mood you two cultivated changes to something more serious and professional. Right, the mission.

He uses his feathers to silently pick the lock of the door that leads to the roof you two currently occupy. Saying nothing in his earpiece, he slowly moves the heavy metal door to try and make the least amount of noise possible. You can do all the talking; suddenly, he doesn't feel like it.