#but he knows

[okgee]

Todd has been reading poetry long prior to Welton and The Dead Poets and Keating. Proof? Here:

Just look at how quick he looks up. He knows.

I rest my case.

[guiltipanda]

I got my roommate to watch MHA with me. He's not really a shipper, and he doesn't like Bakugou, but even he looks at Deku and Bakugou like, "....They are way too gay."

The other day I was talking about how I (in the context of shipping) like to think of Deku as the oblivious one and the last one to figure it out and Bakugou as the one who is silently suffering/pining and he went, "That's just fucking canon."

[arckade]

He knows what you are

[thefandomlesbian]

Chester! Are you shot?

"Just stabbed, a little bit."

[seventhchance]

RIP Jiang Cheng you would've loved angrily chain-smoking at 2am.

[the-tiniest-demigod]

I feel like a human Bill would be normal, but also incredibly off. like from a distance he'd look okay but once you got closer you'd start to notice little things

like his legs would be a bit too long or his eyes a bit too big. Something you wouldn't notice at first but the more you looked at it the more it'd make you itchy and uncomfortable

[sageispunk]

i just wanna sit on his lap...

[questionablehuman444]

check out the "new" hyper-fix yall

[luderailing]

Bulgaria being so “he’s out of my league” attitude towards ro is so important to me actually

[forbelobog]

gepard, any time sampo is up to something, "...my bullshit meter is tingling."

[deceptivemorals]

WHAT EMOTION DO YOU CREATE FROM

Reverence

You create from reverence. There is something you admire more than words can say. You worship and revere it, to the point that you can't help yourself from singing its praises. Your art is a means of doing this. You do your best to depict the overwhelming splendor you see in it, to make its glory clear. Your work is the highest praise of everything you revere, a tribute to the most wonderful things you know. There is nothing more inspiring to you than the objects of your deepest admiration. It drives you to create over and over again, to strive to adequately capture the splendor you see. You are single minded in your devotion, determined to do justice to what shines so brilliantly in your eyes. You offer up your art as a tribute to something greater than yourself, a goodness that you can only aspire to. That is what the act of creation means to you.

tagged by: @troubleah ♥ tagging: everyone who sees this

[triscribe]

Artist Rendition of my impending Villain Origin Story

[selsieeeo]

Oneshot/ Memory Loss/2nd POV

Based off this thought I had and wrote smth to it.

You sat up, heaving your breath unsteady.

Someone helped you sit up. You looked at the person aiding you. You saw a fair skinned person in front of you. Their silver hair falling near their eyes is full of concern to you. Their eyes are a strange colour, an auroral colour is what you would call it.

You feel that this boy is important to you somehow yet you don’t know why.

The person next to the silver haired boy was a taller boy with light-green hair shouting frantically. His eyes were a yellow-greenish colour with slitted pupils. The one difference you take note between the two was that the light-green haired boy had ears where the tips of those ears were slightly pointy. You take note of what they're both wearing. They were both wearing the same kind of black and green uniform.

“Father! Are you alright? Are you hurt?” The silver haired boy asked, trying to keep a calm composure.

You tried to answer but your mouth went dry. The boy called you father. Are you his father? You couldn’t remember.

In fact, you couldn’t remember anything.

Where are you even right now and why you were here.

Not even who you are.

“Father?” The auroral eyed boy said tentatively.

You tried to talk again but ended up coughing.

“Master Lilia!” The taller boy yelled alarmed.

So your name was Lilia…?

You take your hands off your mouth after that sudden coughing fit. You take notice of something that catches your eye when you look at the gloves you are wearing.

Blood.

Your ears start ringing again.

You come to a realisation that the place you are at is not safe.

You know you have to say something to comfort the two concerned boys in front of you.

“I…I don’t know who you are…but…I know you both are important to me. Both of you need to leave. It’s too dangerous here” the words come as quickly as they can out of your mouth as you start to feel your head spin and slowly everything begins to turn black.

You feel someone holding you and tell someone else something. You can’t remember what they said as you begin to pass out again. The last thing you end up remembering before finally blacking out is someone carrying you away from this forsaken battlefield.

***

You wake up again on a white bed. You feel groggy.

You turn to your left to see the same light green haired boy sitting on the chair close to falling asleep. The silver haired boy was not there.

“Master Lilia! You’re awake!” The boy shouted excitedly that you were awake. “Lord Malleus is still passed out from him overblotting but I’m sure he’ll wake up soon!”

You nod not knowing who Malleus is but note it for later.

You look around, curious to know where that silver haired boy was. To your dismay and confusion you didn’t see him anywhere in the infirmary.

“What about the other boy?” You asked.

“Eh?” Was all the boy said.

“The silver haired boy.” You explained. “He was there too, right?”

The light-green haired boy’s expression turned sad. He looked like he didn’t exactly want to talk about it. But he did anyway.

“He…Silver…” so that’s his name. Silver. It felt awfully familiar to you as if you should have known this name. “He didn’t make it.” Was all the boy could say.

You saw the boy was clearly trying not to burst into tears in explaining what happened to Silver.

“Ah…I see.” You said. “Thank you anyways.”

The boy nods and you look at the wall in front of you.

You had no memory of anything. Yet you feel your heart aching with sadness. No, all you felt was emptiness. It’s as if suddenly all the light in the room went dark. You know you have felt this darkness before. This is your second time feeling it. It didn’t feel right. It felt as if your heartstrings were pulling at you.

Should this sudden death of a person you just met when you awoke suddenly be affecting you this much?

Why…

You wonder why this new information was too painful to bear.

[shoot-of-corruption]

*gives mariku lots of head pats for being so cute with Yuugi*

He lets them abide for a few moments and lunges for them with his teeth, when it just so gets too much, snarling lightly as he caught their hand in his mouth.

Are you sure, you want to continue~? Something seems to whisper through their mind, followed by very graphic images of interesting blood spray.

[lunarlegend]

-adds this to my Stellnis folder-

[paintedcrows]

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)