#baby youre perfect

[transannabeth]

btw if you borrow dvds or cds from library you can rip them onto your own blanks or onto your hard drive or whatever. librarians don’t care and they won’t know if you do it or not

[lowpolyanimals]

Baby Hamster from Perfect World

[bloodibambiidoll]

ೀ This is “Buy Me Presents” Rafe btw ೀ

[tornado1992]

Sonic dressing up baby Tails in something like this

[spacecomestoyou]

“Macaque never did anything wrong/didn’t mean to hurt anyone for real/never actually hurt anyone!”

The Six-Eared Macaque:

[sevennone]

240922 | 😋😵🤪😱

[chinzhilla]

#at least gun's enjoying himself

[thekhloediary]

His face card goes crazy, like whaaaat? INSANE

[braceletofteeth]

Phi loves Arm.

Arm loves phi, too.

[stainedglass-sketchbook]

CHILDREN OF BHAAL

I adore the vibe of redeemed durge your sister killed your mind and took your place - it was the greatest gift she ever gave you

[itsjaywalkers]

half yours (and half unsure)

E | 189k | jegulus | written for the jegbb

“We fight all the time,” Regulus retorts, like that’s all the argument he needs. “And you told me you and Lily barely fight.” A furrow appears between James’ brows. “I don’t see what that has to do with us.” “Us,” Regulus repeats, rolling the word around, checking how it tastes in his tongue. James cocks his head to the right, and leans forward slightly, until their noses touch. “I like that.” “What? The word?” James inquires with a teasing grin. “What it implies,” Regulus corrects him softly. “The fact that you speak as if there’s an actual ‘us’.”

[ratbugs]

dragon?

that’s literally my cat

[charlunday]

I would like to issue this as a formal apology for my last drawing.

[beautitudes]

iwtv 2x01 (2024)/the kiss of judas by jacob smits (1908)

[theloveinc]

There's a lot of validity in the idea that older Bakugo is a traumatized pro-hero with major PTSD... but you know what's kinda fucked up to think about? The fact that Bakugo is also a 22-year-old pro-hero with major PTSD even before that, too.

It's almost easy to imagine that things are actually better when he's older (the therapy finally a routine, the trauma long set and on the path to being healed)... and that it's his whole 20s that are spent as a pool of disaster trying to recover from the war(s).

He looks back and barely even remembers being twenty, much less twenty-five or twenty-seven. Barely remembers how little he slept, not at the hands of trying to balance hero work and getting a degree at the same time, but just out of the pure insomnia that came from trying to move on and every nightmare attached.

Hardly ever showering, never shaving (not that he ever grew much of a beard, but the facial hair was definitely there. There's pictures of him on the news with an awkward, grown out haircut and patches on facial hair that make him look positively... immature), barely even eating more than a few protein bars or an energy jelly drink-a day. It's a blur, and his friends are hardly there to pick him up out of it because they're all going through it, too. Somewhat.

It's definitely weird if you meet him during this period. He's not all there, at least, not all of the time. He doesn't really register your interactions, the friendship you extend to him (a younger, or ever older, version of him would've shown you that deep seeded ferocity in response, tried to bite the hand that fed him, even if it were love... but 20s Bakugo... doesn't seem to notice). Even though only one of his eyes is clouded over, the good one never seems to brighten up.

There's definitely moments when the old him shines through: when he's with Deku, when he's in the midst of battle, when he finds out that Todoroki still does a shitty job at chopping scallions. But it's a long time before he's even close to the same, able to step out from underneath the fog of simply surviving and into the sunshine of recovering.

But I think sticking through it with him is worth it.

(It's a weird moment, a happy moment, the first time you realize that Bakugo has changed. That the pouring rain outside hasn't bothered him since he showed up at your apartment. He forgot his umbrella, he's been quite careless ever since the war—wet and shaggy hair frizzed up, cheeks red from cold—but he doesn't seem to mind, with his bare feet up on your coffee table, his eyes gazing out the window. You hand his tea, and instead of gulping it down in one go, letting it burn in his throat, he winces at the heat.

"Tastes like shit," he says, and you laugh because it always does. Just this time, he noticed.)

[majimassqueaktoy]

What the hell