#cutest lil guys

[timethehobo]

Someone might be in love.

[jinikaris]

HYUNJIN // SUPER ELLE DECEMBER 2024

[casiia]

everyone talks about the coffee shop barista trope but what about the bakery owner trope :((

dad simon who gets dragged by his little girl into the small, out of sight bakery not expecting to find anything other than little overpriced baked goods. he can’t help but crack a smile when his girl excitedly beams over a small strawberry cake, one with loads of cream and tiny chocolate shavings on top.

when he looks around for someone to get it for him, he sees you coming out from the kitchen — your hair messy and flour sticking to your cheeks and apron. your frazzled apologies and welcomes don’t register in his ear, only the soft tug of small hands at the hem of his coat bring him back to reality.

you have the prettiest smile he’s ever seen, one that’s genuine and soft. your eyes light up when you look from him to the small girl that stands clinging to his leg, and he doesn’t know why but he likes that so much. the way you look so sweet handing her the mini cake, laughing at her grabby hands.

simon reaches for his credit card, but you only shake your head and say it’s on the house.

“a sweet girl deserves a sweet thing.”

simon couldn’t agree more. ever since then he’s been stopping by every week; rewarding his daughter for her good grades or behavior, but really he just wants to see you again. he’s not even a sweets person, but he’ll order a bunch of cakes if it means he can see that pretty smile of yours.

[lalospollos]

OH MY GOD LOOK AT THEM

[hitwiththetmnt]

The squishiest lil gal in town

Here’s Alis Vortex Crash&Bash

[lenaisanerd]

listen, i think we all hate the rat grinders/butt crushers, but why is mary ann so unreasonably cute

[kari-sims]

Mushroom little guy fits right in at the 'scary' red room. Hope he likes the spirits, and the smell of questionable potion ingredients...

[urghblergh]

"Every man needs a hobby." - by Leonard H. McCoy

inspired by this picture and this picture only

Here's the full comic.

It's the McSpirk brainrot, guys. I had to draw some silly old married gays. ✨🌈

[taemins-toothbrush]

[crystcllise]

emmet smith and aidan close as albus and scorpius in the cursed child tour!!!

[jinikaris]

FELIX on Synchro U

[ryssbelle]

Hello random but I love how you draw Ravio :))

Uhh.. all ravios ofc

Thank you!!! He is one of my favorites to draw, he’s so cute 🥰

[catladychronicles]

[nano20030601]

El bébé !!!!

[tetzoro]

nothing melts my heart more than when zoro yawns so big his eyes water a little

[capquinn]

Bug and uncle Luke vibes

Jim and Cub vibes 🤭🤭

so true bestie. uncle lukey is such a kid at heart so he indulges bug's every whim. he's also that guy who just naturally migrates towards kids at parties and family events engaged in their silly conversations and games. in another lifetime he would've been a teacher <3

and there is nothing more cub-coded than this 😭😭😭😭 you and quinn thought it’d be a peaceful trip to the shops, leave the kids with their grandparents. what could go wrong? well...

Now, let’s be clear — Cub isn’t a naughty child. He’s the sweetest little guy you could imagine, polite, kind, always eager to help, and absolutely full of curiosity. It’s just that his energy knows no limits, and his curiosity is boundless. He’s not misbehaving, not trying to cause trouble. He’s just... exploring. He needs to touch everything, try everything, see how it works.

So when he stumbled across Bug’s paint set, well, it was only a matter of time before chaos unfolded. He’d been so into it, dabbing his little fingers into the colours, blending them together, and just having the best time — so lost in the textures of the paint — that it never occurred to him that maybe he should stop.

And Jim, having only been gone for a second, thought Cub was fine, sitting a few feet away. But when he looks down and sees his grandson sitting on the living room floor, absolutely covered in blue paint, there’s a flicker of mortification across his face before he laughs.

He’s raised three boys — equally rambunctious, equally curious — and honestly, this isn’t half as bad as the antics he dealt with when they were this small. So, even though Cub looks like a tiny, paint-covered disaster, Jim can’t help but love it.

Cub, of course, is smiling up at Jim, not even noticing the paint all over his little body, grinning ear to ear, completely content with his artistic endeavours. He has no idea why his grandpa is laughing, but he’s happy to join in anyway, his little giggle filling the air.

Jim, still laughing and shaking his head in disbelief, picks Cubby up, paint smearing all over his shirt, and carries him toward the dining room to find Ellen. She’s sitting at the table, watching Bug quietly draw, completely absorbed in her own art but the moment she looks up and sees Jim, with Cub in his arms, both of them covered in paint, even she bursts into laughter.

Jim, still chuckling, shakes his head. “I looked away for two seconds,” he says through his laughter, holding Cub up as if the mess wasn’t already obvious.

Ellen just laughs again, pulling out her phone in one smooth motion and snapping a picture before sending it off to you and Quinn with the caption: Grandpa was supposed to be supervising... maybe he just likes blue?

Jim looks at the picture Ellen just snapped, shaking his head with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He glances down at Cub, who’s still grinning cheekily, completely unfazed by the mess of blue paint covering him from head to toe.

“Is that right, Cubby? You like the colour blue?” Jim asks, his tone playful, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Cub nods enthusiastically, his little smile so wide it practically lights up the room.

“Uh-huh!” he says, his hands still sticky with paint as he tries to wipe them on Jim’s already-ruined shirt.

Jim chuckles and shifts Cub in his arms.

“Maybe you’re just getting ready to suit up for the Canucks one day, like your dad.” He pauses, glancing at Ellen with a smirk. “Though Quinn is gonna say I’m just trying to turn this into a team bonding exercise.”

Ellen laughs, her phone buzzing in her hand. She looks down at the screen, and as soon as she reads Quinn’s reply, she bursts out laughing again.

“What is it?” Jim asks, still bouncing Cub slightly, trying to keep him entertained.

Ellen holds up the phone, Quinn’s reply in bold letters: Tell Jimmy he’s out of practice. Can't handle one toddler?