#hands u some Children

[pluumed]

@venstm sent -> By the time touya had reached shelter the rain had plastered his jacket to his sides, his blanched fists balled at his sides trembling with the cold. Anger still simmered within him, hurt and rejection betrayed by hot tears that stung at his eyes. His father’s thunderous voice rang in his ears, the cold, dismissive narrowing of his eyes as they admonished him for using his quirk burned into his memory. It was his father’s power, the searing heat of hellfire that seethed beneath his skin, it didn’t matter that his arms bled, that the traces of that uncontrollable fire were engraved upon his skin, he was strong. All he had wanted was his father’s recognition, instead, he felt his father’s glare peel back his skin more than his quirk ever could. His hands splayed on his thighs, head hanging, breaths heaved unevenly, it’s a moment before touya even recognizes the sensation of someone staring at him. His chin jerks up, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of his hands as if he were ashamed to be caught in the act. part of him wants to bare his teeth, channeling that rampant indignation at this stranger but something about his wide innocuous stare makes him hesitate.

❝ there’s … enough room for two in here y’know and i wasnt..❞ he shakes his head adamantly, as if saying it wasn’t convincing enough. ❝ i wasn’t crying.❞ mustering his courage he steps under the cover of the shelter, coming to sit beside the other, his knees instantly drawn to his chest, feet planted firmly on the metal seat. ❝ your wings…❞ how could he not notice them, their striking red color, the way they seemed to curl around the other protectively. ❝ you’re soaking wet.❞ as if he wasn’t too. Finally, as if resolving himself to some sort of peace offering he extends his hand, his fingers still half covered in bandaids he’d haphazardly stuck on, burns peeking out from beneath them, red and angry. ❝ i’m touya, if we’re gonna both stay here you should say your name too.❞

it was long before the rain started to fall that keigo realised the danger he'd put himself in by leaving the house without permission. it was long before his feathers were soaked through with cold rainwater and his thin shirt clung to his frail body that he realised how much he didn't want to go back. he didn't want to listen to his mother complain about the tv not working. he didn't want to run and hide as his father threw whatever wasn't nailed down at the young boy. he... he has to go back. he has to go back because his father will likely kill his mother if keigo doesn't take the brunt of his frustrations. he has to go back. he isn't sure if it's a fearful shiver that shudders down his spine and through every single feather wrapped fearfully around him - or if it's the cold finally working through every inch of him as the feeling in his fingers and toes finally dies down to nothing at all rather than the distant stinging he'd grown accustomed to up until this point.

tears swim in keigo's vision when a figure appears in the entrance of his shelter - the sudden appearance pressing the smaller boy back against the cool glass and gripping his knees tighter to his chest as if the movement would force his assailant to take mercy--

the other boy sits down next to him.

mutely, in some kind of frozen terror, golden gaze remains fixated on the other boy as he speaks. touya... touya invades his space - his shelter and suddenly the light of the distant street light through a haze of rain is no longer the only light keigo can see by. suddenly he finds himself unable to look away from those sapphire hues that watch him from above the offered hand. gaze shifts, staring dumbly at the hand held out towards him. the gesture alien to a boy used only to the way hands can cause him pain. then, he realises what's asked of him. the brighter boy's voice finally sinking in through the fog of terror keigo still can't quite see through.

"kei... kei..." gingerly, tentatively, does the boy lift a trembling hand to gently touch his fingertips 'gainst touya's palm before retreating back into his cocoon made up of crimson feather and fear. only when he's hidden away again does keigo manage to find his voice fully. "keigo. i'm... keigo."

golden hair clings to his face, grimy shirt doing naught but keeping the cold against his skin as keigo's face barely peeks out from beneath the safety of his wings. touya's face doesn't look like his father's does when he's angry... it doesn't even look like his mother's vacant expression when she talks to the boy. that's... that's good. that means he isn't angry - right? that means that keigo isn't going to be kicked out into the rain again and made to find another shelter from the driving cold and water. finally, as if the effort is monumental even to simply raise his voice enough to be heard, keigo looks to touya and softly, barely a whisper will ask him: "are... are you lost as well, touya?"

[himejoshiangels]

well aware that this is common knowledge but it'll always kill me that bruces grief will last forever. Batman is a concept, a character in a comic book and because of the nature of comic books lasting for like ever he's going to repeat the same plots and learn the same lessons over and over and over. Closure quite literally doesn't exist for Bruce Wayne because he'll be in that alley for eternity, he'll keep holding his kids in his arms as they die and failing to save people for eternity. Concepts are eternal, batman is eternal. His grief will last forever.

[fappellmoan]

ohhh you think the barbie movie is just a giant commercial. you think it has little to no important commentary and should be written off along with *checks notes* every other project to ever come out made by women that centers women that isn’t an absolutely perfect depiction of intersectional anti capitalist feminism. should we throw a party. should we invite ben shapiro

[watzuu-lmk]

Silly lil headcanon

In my head, Wukong is the best when it comes to dealing with children. He like, engages with them more than he does with adults.

Whereas Macaque who i think would be really awkward around children, but he is great when it comes to dealing with like,, adolescents and young adults. People who are mature is easier for him to deal with.

[qeyond]

Beyond…..dentist…..please…..I am decomposing

"oh the decor? I actually did it all by myself, can you tell? I took a color theory course in college."

The framed photo is actually from his own personal collection! He thought adding the motivational posters and the "rest in peace" would help calm patients. :) He's very proud, please don't be rude.

[hershelwidget]

wait hang on

HANG ON

DO YOU SEE MY VISION

[istherewifiinhell]

They really get u in a bind with that whole. Teenage character gets crush on adult character thing cause its like. Well yes that does happen. o.O are u gonna be chill about it. Are you gonna be. Mindful about it. Oh never mind they killed this lady. Well. Thatll do it i guess....

[martyrbat]

one last halloween — dcu halloween special (2008)

(ID in alt!)

[pixpirs]

🍒

[peapod20001]

I think. It would be fun to make oc ship children

[bisaster-energy]

i personally think it would've been really funny if angel blades didn't work on human beings

[bitchthefuck1]

Talking to my dad after listening to Unreal Unearth like

[bibleofficial]

okkkkk the funeral museum was adorable - massive - and well done !!! so many old hearses 😭😭

[chernozemic]

@picavecalyx  ∕ 📝

"I should've deigned to keep you in a jar..." he mused aloud, one hand curled inquisitively beneath his bottom lip whilst the other kept a pendulum in perpetual motion before the child. Sometimes, that sort of thing worked while, other times, it simply had no reason to work. With children, especially... it was always somewhat of a gamble. "Do you want to be fed or are you going to misbehave again?"

[writingblueefurfire]

Show don't tell only works when you balance it with tell don't show. Telling me a character is in love doesn't do much, if they never show their love. And likewise, I ain't a mindreader, no amount of Acts of Service, or Physical Affection is gonna make me think a character loves someone beyond the platonic, unless it is also stated. One of my favourite book series shows rather than tells. With everything. To the point that if I hadn't read spoilers for it, the fact that one of the characters asked an other to marry them in the epilouge would have come completely out of the left field. If I remember correctly, even with that foreknowledge, no amount of shipper goggles had me shipping them up until that point. I can't read between the lines if there is no lines in the first place.

[fluffybunnybadass]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ⭐️

1. playing games with friends or otherwise getting to spend time with them

2. having money to afford thing and not stress out about bills etc

3. the kids who come thru my lines and talk to me about stuff bc they wanna include me in their life! for whatever reason! they think I'm worth talking to! (and esp the ones that say I'm pretty!! WE KNOW KIDS DON'T LIE LIKE THAT!!! i love these kids who say that unprompted, may you find a dollar on the playground every day and never know the hurt and pain of being told you're ugly every day of your young life like i did. you do not deserve such evils)

4. pokemon / new content. and the fact that there's no new game this year!!! LIKE WE AS A FANDOM SHOULDN'T BE EXCITED BY THIS???? BUT I WAS SO SO HAPPY BY THIS. also colosseum/Orre region recognition. and legends was great too, i wish there was so much more content for it!!!

5. hot chocolate? sure. let's go with that. nice cozy drink with whipped cream or marshmallows or both(!)

bonus: MY CAT WHEN SHE'S BEING CUTE WHICH IS ALMOST ALL THE TIME I LOVE HER OOGA BOOGA BOOO I LOVE YOUUUU BELLAAAAAAA