#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.

[cerealmonster15]

haikaveh... save me haikaveh...

i KNOW it's been talked about to death but. the haikaveh research project. it literally haunts my mind. i cannot get over the implications. alhaitham going through his school life as someone that most people dont even really know about because he keeps to himself and doesn't socialize, with kaveh being the one exception to that, finding his way into his life as his Best Friend, and then leading to alhaithams one and only time he participated in a research topic. his bio says he only ever did ONE joint project!!! one!!! the one with kaveh his best friend and i think also his only friend at the time!!!! and then it ended in not only the project falling apart but also alhaithams only friendship. kavehs best friendship. they were each others closest person. they had no family around - alhaithams parents having died when he was young and his grandmother dying before he joined the akademiya, and kaveh's dad dying when he was young and his mom having moved to fontaine. like even if you dont look at it through a romantic lens it's still undeniable how important they were [and are] to each other..........

i'm getting off track but my point is very specifically for alhaitham, the one time he got close to someone, made a friend, even agreed to join one(1) group project ever, it ended in disaster. it led him into a fight so bad that his one and only friend said he regretted that friendship!!!! it was so bad alhaitham left the project and he and kaveh didnt speak for ages until they just happened to run into each other again at the tavern!!!!! like obviously it has to be incredibly awful for both of them but i just think how this probably had alhaitham in the cynical mindset that friendships and collaborations like that might just never work out for him because the one time he let someone into his life, it blew up on him and he was all alone again. even though alhaitham never seems to care much if people dont like him, that clearly cant still apply to someone he was exceptionally close to. like if he didnt care he woudlnt have been the one to take his name off the project and mutually not speak to kaveh...... kavehs words are the ones that hit the most significantly to alhaitham.......... kaveh is said/implied to have had at least some other friends while at school / people knew who he was, but not so much alhaitham. people didnt know him and the ones that did just knew he didnt socialize/he was not easy to get along with. he only had kaveh and then, for a while, he lost him too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[therosevest]

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.

[hershelwidget]

wait hang on

HANG ON

DO YOU SEE MY VISION

[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.

[martyrbat]

one last halloween — dcu halloween special (2008)

(ID in alt!)

[jkpng]

gotta say the trend of ai generated pictures of kpop idols with babies/children on pinterest. very much disturbing to me

[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

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

The more I hear about qsmp the more I believe that Quackity is just experimenting on people and that’s the purpose

[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?"