#i kinda hope i did i kinda hope i didn't

[mishkakagehishka]

One less thing to worry about is one less thing to worry about

[boar-cry]

January – ¿Cómo te va?

(context for this under the cut)

Yay! This is another project I've been planning since last October, where I draw a piece based on a song that I associate with the twins! Tones and genres will vary (I promise not every piece will be sad 😭), and it'll be tagged as Twins, Tunes & Tonics.

I'm going for at least one song a month until December, but we'll see if I can actually keep up with this ^^;

[acellcalledparadise]

Here's the Overture talking sprites/artwork in case anyone wanted that

Characters and art belong to Arc System Works

[flying-cat]

people who undermine the importance of izuku and katsuki's relationship throughout bnha because of "annoying shippers" or because they just don't like katsuki are insane because their relationship is literally so? important??? to the entire story???? katsuki is the deuteragonist of bnha. he was one of the first characters to show up. he was the first other person to know about OFA. so much of the manga is spent showing his development. if you deny his character development and relationship development ("relationship" does not always mean romantic relationship) with izuku, you are quite literally denying a massive part of the series. the manga starts with them and ends with them. you're allowed to dislike him but if you dislike him so much that you, in turn, start hating how izuku is a "punching bag" or a "doormat" for the entire series because he doesn't stay angry and vengeful at people even though a massive part of his character is that he's compassionate and kind even to people who aren't to him or used to not be, and you seriously think that that makes him weak, and you just start to dislike the main two characters of the series, i think you should. idk. stop reading, probably. read the revenge fantasy shit that you obviously want to read. there are like seven million manhwa available to you where the character gets the revenge you so desperately want to see.

[little-chaos-arts]

Manifesting a NobaMaki hug for the next chapter (I know it will probably not happen but a girl can dream!)

[eightyfours]

♡ Daniel & The Girls ♡

The Karate Kid (1984-1989) dir. John G. Avildsen

[danwhobrowses]

Now that Critical Role's VOD of episode 120 is out and everyone in the fandom's had a moment to breathe, simmer, and adjust to this all. I wanna do a big talk about my favourite idiot punk rock, Ashton Greymoore.

Because over these last few episodes, I've been so proud of them.

Many people have had vocal opinions on Ashton, not all of them positive either; I've seen many berate them and say they're selfish, not a team player, or that they 'don't add anything to the group'. But over the past few episodes, I feel like Ashton has been an unsung hero in the battles with Ludinus and Predathos, with their contributions, oftentimes selfless and cooperative, ending up providing the floor for others to deliver strong and impactful actions.

While Dorian and Imogen will rightfully get the lion's share of praise for their clutch moments - Dorian's Force Cage on Ludinus saving Liliana and defeating Predathos' first stage alongside Imogen's Power Word: Stun setting up Ludinus' death and defeating Predathos' second stage - Ashton's actions were often the prelude to moments that could not have succeeded without them, including these clutch moments. Their attack on Ludinus in 117 prompted the Silvery Barbs that burned up his reaction - which allowed Dorian to successfully use Force Cage without being Counterspelled, their high-damage attack on his neck hole in 118 broke Ludinus' concentration on Ravenous Void - which somehow later got credited to Chetney - which gave Imogen the freedom and mobility to get in range for Power Word: Stun, they got the Insight check whisper on Predathogen in 119 to know that Imogen was physically inside of the body and needed to be pried out - which Imogen achieved herself thanks in part to Fearne reaching her, and recently in 120 they pulled Imogen out of Predathos' maw, abandoning the Hammer synonymous with their character (to the point that Keyleth titled them the 'Paradox Hammer') to prioritize saving their friend, which - following Dorian's healing - gave her the chance to use the Ring of Remembrance for the finishing Meteor Swarm. Not to mention all the other damage they dealt and tanked throughout the four fights, the passive d4 bonuses and advantage they gave the party (almost acting partly as a secondary paladin or a tertiary bard) to buff their damage and saving throws, and accepting the risk of disintegration when Laudna used their Hammer's spell splitter - which forced Predathos to use its final Legendary Resistance.

The Disintegrate moment itself was tense because we all know that Ashton is high among the Hells who would sacrifice themselves to save the group - a mentality most of the Hells likely shared in this fight - but fortunately they don't have to, they'll never have to, and they gained something just as if not more valuable than a heroic sacrifice: they get to live. The person who before meeting these chucklefucks believed they'd likely die face-down in a ditch in some backwater alley and thrown into an unmarked grave AT BEST gets to live, and the people that mean most to them get to live thanks to their efforts, their successes. And that's the most important part; for all the times they couldn't help or save someone because they were unconscious or out of reach, for all the times they let their imposter syndrome tell them they're just a fuckup undeserving of trust, praise, or love, and for every fear they had that one day they'd mess up and this new family of theirs will abandon them like the Nobodies did, this time they were there standing beside their people to the very end - and they helped get them out alive. No mistakes, no carelessness, and no-one left behind.

For that, I am proud of Ashton Greymoore; not Bells Hells' Weapon but their Helm, not a Blunt Instrument but a Protector, and not a Hero who needs to do 'what needs to be done' but a Friend who is saving their people no matter the odds. Under all the hardened and rugged exterior that has always been who Ashton is - the perfectly flawed character they are.

[perplexingly]

i finished Enderal 😭 loved it lots, I thought that especially the smaller storylines of side characters were written brilliantly

I also loved the mood from the early game that was like a mystery to uncovered and I wish it was kept like a story to piece together till the end instead of being over-explained, but at the end of the day I did enjoy the story and thought the ending was lovely

[front-facing-pokemon]

[lostinlovingrevery]

He's Definitely Obsessed With You: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Okay It's Time To Explain Yourself

Plot: Logan was back, and he gives you an explanation for his silence

A/N: Here it is! this ends up being kinda fluffy and short, but i hope ya'll enjoy :)

Warnings: Mentions of religion, anxiety, slight suggestive content (honestly so small it's not really worth tagging), this gets pretty fluffy me thinks

Word Count: 3679

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The rain had stopped. Albeit things were still wet, muddy, and humid. 

You were on a break, hiding behind the medical tent, facing the dense jungle that surrounded you and the camp you were. You watched a small creek that had formed during the rain, the water rushing through, adding to the background noise of the jungle. You were perched on a few wooden crates that were placed along the back of the tent, your knees brought to your chest. 

It had been an unusually quiet day. No gunshot wounds, no amputations, no colds, fevers, sepsis, colic, amongst the various things you saw day to day. The patients you did have did not need the usual babysitting, able to walk on their own, feed themselves, and use the bathroom without any assistance. You would usually be desperate for a moment of peace, but now that it was quiet, it only filled you with dread- wondering if this was just calm before the storm. 

“You hiding out?” 

A familiar voice graced your ears, as you told your head to see Logan standing there, arms crossed, and the soft smile that you’ve grown to love so much- perhaps because it seems only reserved for you. You relaxed your posture, not wanting to look like a child by the way you were holding onto yourself, so you dropped you legs over the side of the crate, and leaned back on your hands.

You wanted to make some joke, a sarcastic reply, but you couldn’t find it in you. So you forced a smile, and nodded. His expression faltered, a flicker of worry comes across his face as he walks over to you, leaning his back against the large crate you were sitting on. 

“Whats going on bub?” He asked. 

“It’s just one of those days Lo.” You said gently. He nodded. He understood.

“It’s been quiet.” 

“Yeah.” 

You both sat in silence, listening to the sounds of the jungle. There was an insect chirping nearby, an animal you don’t recognize calling out through the trees. You glanced at Logan, his back was to you, as he was staring out past the trees. He had that haunted look in his eyes, that you see often in most soldiers, but you knew with him that it was more than that. He had recently revealed to you his true age, and the fact that Vietnam was not his first war. You believed it, because of the way he carried himself, he seemed to know his orders before they were even spoken. He’d have this look on his face as if he done this all before, and he knew how this would end. 

You chewed on your lip, as you stared at him. Since you guys first met, you grew a fast friendship. Several of the men on the camp teased you about it, especially considering Logan was a reserved person, and most of them could barely get a conversation out of him. Yet when you were around, he’d brighten up, respond to anything you say, help you out. They made jokes saying that you must surely be giving him ‘the good stuff’ for him to be so perky around you. Whether they were talking about drugs or sex you didn’t know- or care. You were always able to put them in their place- which they absolutely loved about you. If Logan was ever close enough, and overheard their teasing, he’d come over, shoving them away, or grabbing the collars of their shirts, asking them if that’s how they talked to a woman- and also the only person who could save their dumbasses if they got shot. He’d make them apologize before dragging them off as they attempted to get free from him, laughing and claiming it was a joke, and he’d have a smile on his face, winking at you. It was one of the rare, more light-hearted moments that you could appreciate. 

Logan always acted so serious, but once in awhile that schoolboy charm breaks through- just for you. 

He turned his body towards you suddenly, leaning on his elbow on the crate you were sitting on, he gave you that sweet smile that always makes your heart flutter. A complete change in his demeanor from just a moment ago where he seemed far away in his memories. “What are you going to do, once your service is up?” He asks, his tone unusually curious. “Go back home?” 

“Mm. Maybe.” You shrugged, looking down at the ground. “I hadn’t thought about it I guess. I’m not sure if I’ll resign my contract..” You looked up at him “You?”

He paused, pondering. “Don’t really know either.” He says. “Serving, fighting, always seems to be the only life I’ve had. I’ve gone from one war to another.” He tapped his fingers on the wood, before glancing around. “I got a cabin, in my hometown. In the mountains. Haven’t been to it in a long time.”

“A cabin in the mountains huh?” You smiled. “I’d like to see that.” 

A small smirk appeared on his face. “You’d be welcome, if you wanted to visit.”  

“As long as you’re there. Hm?” You tilt your head. “Whats the point of going if you ain’t gonna show me it?”

He grinned. “Yeah. Maybe we could work that out. Whens your tour up?”

“In a year.”

“Convenient. So is mine.” 

You stared at each other, and you felt a warm feeling through your body. The idea of you and Logan, out there in a different life, far different from your lives right now. Something where you both could carve out your lives, maybe together. You wonder if that’s what he was thinking about to, with the sudden question. Finally, you both looked away, and for a moment you reflect on how you guys met. You looked down at his hands that were resting on the crate. Something that you’ve wondered before, but ignored over time popped into your head. 

“Hey Lo?” You grabbed his hand in yours. 

He looked at you, quirking a brow as he waits for your next words.

“Remember when we first met?”

“Course.”

“After you figured out that I knew you were a..mutant.” You lowered your voice as you say the word. You didn’t like having to keep the identity a secret, something you struggle with yourself- but nonetheless it’s safer this way. “The first thing you asked, is if I was scared of you.” 

His face softened. “Yeah, well you, you looked scared.” He says. “That’s why.”

“Oh.” You nodded, accepting his answer, it made sense, you suppose, though a small scratch in your mind made you wonder if there was more to it. “I was startled because you’d jumped up like a bat out of hell.” you teased him. 

He grinned, it dropping as he looked down at where you held his hand. Then he sighed. “There’s more to it. I…Being who I am. What I am. When people see that, they….They’re terrified sometimes. I’ve hurt people, with these things- that are apart of me.” He flexed his fist in your hand as he looked down at it, but he never brought out his claws, you knew that’s what he was talking about. He shut his mouth, jaw tensing, and you began to rub your thumb over the back of his hand, encouraging him to keep going. “I’d…Seen you around camp. Heard about you, what a nice person you are. I didn’t want to scare you.” 

You smiled at him softly, understanding. “I could never be scared of you Lo.” You say softly, “Even if I wasn’t a mutant myself, I…I can just tell you’re a good man, that you want to be a good man. That’s important.” 

His expression was something that both warmed and broke your heart. What you said seemed to mean a lot to him. He nodded, not saying anything else, as you continued to hold his hand in your lap, your thumb rubbing over his knuckles, the very spots that you’ve seen the boney claws come out of. He’d only showed you once, and you thought they were beautiful. He thought you were very strange for thinking that. You stared down at his hand, and even though he just talked about how much hurt he had caused with his hands- all you could think about was how warm they felt. It wasn’t till you pressed you thumb against the space between his knuckles that you felt him shudder, a small hitch in his breath. You looked up.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” You asked. 

“Uh..No.” He says, swallowing as he looked away, but he didn’t pull his hand away. Still though, you decided not to do it again, especially for the fact that you could see the tips of his ears turning red, and his cheeks looked a tad pinker than before. You instead curled your hand around his, and simply held it, secretly marking that observation in your mind. 

You ran towards him, practically jumping into him as your arms wrapped around his neck, and he caught you, stumbling back a bit, his arms going around your waist tightly. Setting your feet back on the ground, you both embraced each other, his face buried in your neck almost painfully. 

You took the moment to feel everything. The feeling of his sturdy figure pressed against yours, you could feel his nose pressed into the crook of your neck, his warm breath spreading over your skin. You could feel each deep breath he was taking, nearly matching each breath you took. He smelled just like you remember, that warm scent of cigars and leather. Your hands were pressed against the leather of his jacket. You weren’t going to let go. 

You honestly wondered if Logan was thinking the same, by how he didn’t budge, and you both just held each other. Soon though, the sweetness of the moment began to wear down- and now you were filled with questions. Logan must have sensed it, finally pulling away- his hands rested on your hips while yours sat on his broad shoulders. 

He looked down at you, that soft smile you missed so much. You felt like your breath was being taken away. You wonder if it’s pathetic to feel so… breathless, over someone you hadn’t seen in 2 years, someone who you merely had a friendship with. 

“I missed you.” You finally say.

His smile deepened. His eyes though, they told another story. They were soft, the way he always looked at you but you could see a stormy wave of emotion in them. Logan was stoic and hard to read for most, even you at one point. Though, as you gotten to know him, you learned that he carried his feelings in his eyes, not his face. You could take one look at them and know what he was feeling, and sometimes even thinking. You wondered what he had gone through over the last year since you’ve seen him. 

“I missed you too bub.” He says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed at feeling his touch. 

“What- where- what-..” You stopped, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. You needed to stay calm, who knows what he’s gone through, he simply needs you to be - “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” You finally exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air. “I haven’t heard from you in a YEAR! I couldn’t find out anything, I didn’t know if you were dead, or a POW, or or or-”

“Hey-” His hands grabbed your arms, shushing you. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my choice.” He says softly, his voice low, and soothing- something he’s taken with you when comforting you, when everything had become too much. “I can explain.” He looked down at you, silently pleading for forgiveness with his eyes, something you honestly compared to something of a puppy begging for scraps. 

I can’t be mad at him

You sighed. “I’m not angry with you Lo. I never could be angry at you.” You say. “I just…was so worried. I didn’t know anything. What happened to you?” 

“I know.” He replied, a softness in his voice. “I’ll explain what I can.” 

You nodded, taking a deep breath, you grabbed his hand and led him into your house, picking up your keys that you dropped on the way. He let you lead him, you setting him down on the couch, and immediately went to make tea. Well, for yourself. You knew he’d want whiskey- which you grabbed a bottle from Rose’s stash, knowing she wouldn’t mind. 

“Thanks.” He took the bottle from you, snapping the cap off with ease, and taking a long swig. He leaned back on the couch, spreading his legs, as he brought a hand up, tucking his thumb under the hem of his jeans, and seemingly making himself comfortable. You couldn’t help but smile, happy that he seems to be comfortable- but it felt strange. To see him in civilian clothing- as good as he looks. He had a brown leather jacket on, a flannel buttoned up, but you could see the collar of the wife-beater he wore underneath. He had on dark blue jeans, sporting some belt with a fancy looking belt buckle, and brown boots that looked worn down. His hair, still full of his brown wavy locks, styled a bit differently than how it used to be in the army- like he had put more effort into it, and his sideburns going down the sides of his face and along his jaw towards his chin and lips, completing a beard, not quite as full as you remembered it. He must have shaved. It’s been two years of course he’s shaved. He hadn’t looked like he aged a day. He hasn’t aged in almost 100 years. He just looked so handsome, and it was nice to see him looked at least...somewhat comfortable. It was even stranger that you had just resigned yourself to let go of him, any hopes you may of had for the future of your relationship together, or of just any communication you would have gotten from him and now he just randomly shows up.  He looked up at you after having glanced around your tiny living room that carried a mix of aesthetics and furniture that you and Rose shared. His eyes trailed over your body, and for a moment you thought you saw a flash of desire in his eyes. He quickly looked back up at you. “You look good.” He says. 

You shrugged, moving to sit down at the lounge chair across from him, sipping your tea. 

“It’s different. Not seeing you in your army clothes.” He commented. You raised an eyebrow, 

“I can say the same for you.” You smile over your mug. 

Another moment of silence, and he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I haven’t written. It wasn’t on purpose. I….” He looked troubled, unsure of how or what he wanted to tell you. “I was recruited part of a team. It was an operative team. CIA.” 

You blinked in surprise. CIA? Really? 

“What…How did that happen?” 

“It’s…a long story.” He leaned forward. The look on his face told you he didn’t want to tell you it. “It happened a little after you’d left, and at the time I was still able to write, but I couldn’t tell you what I was doing and eventually they forbid me to write at all, considering it a security risk. I can’t tell you what we were doing. All a bunch of secretive bullshit but…I can tell you that I thought about you the entire time.” 

You felt like your heart practically sprouted wings, and was now fluttering around your chest. So he was thinking about you as much as you did him… 

“I….Did too.” You finally admit, then sipping your mug in an anxious manner. He expression seemed to lighten at that. “So..Why are you here now?” You asked.

“I…Left.” He says, he took a deep sigh, his voice tinged with a bit of frustration. “After hearing about the end of the war, and then I had some…hard feelings about some stuff going on with the team. I was- am- just tired of it all. So I quit. Now I’m here.” 

You nodded. As curious as you were about what he was doing, what he was going through, you remembered how you felt when you came home. You were bombarded by questions about what it was like, what did you do over there, your thoughts and opinions on every little thing that was on the papers. What you wanted was some peace, quiet, and…well at the time you wanted him. You hadn’t said goodbye and it stressed you out to no end, worried you’d never be able to see or talk to him again, and when you received that first letter you were ecstatic. You wondered what would Logan want? 

Sitting up, you set your mug of tea on the coffee table the sat between you both. He watched you, as you sat next to him, and took his hand in yours. You interlocked your fingers with his, leaning back against the couch, your arms and your knees touching. 

Something told you that there was more to be said. Things that he wasn’t telling you and that maybe he did want to tell you. Perhaps if you pushed him, he would spill it. You felt this wasn’t the time though, he needed your support, your help, even if he wasn’t outright saying it. 

“Well I for one, am glad your here.” You say, matter of factly. He grinned, tight lipped, but genuine. You looked down at where your hands were connected. “So, you gonna show me that mountain cabin of yours now?” 

He turned his own head nodding. “Yeah, I sure can. Oh-” He sat up, his free hand searching his jacket pockets, before pulling out something, he held it in his palm. 

It was your necklace. 

The prayer coin, of Raphael. One of the first things Logan had noticed about you. You gasped, taking it from his hand. 

“You- You found it?” You asked in disbelief. The necklace had disappeared during the chaos that ensued when you got hit in the shoulder. You had quickly resigned that you’d likely never see it again. You had more to worry about and honestly forgot about it. 

“Yeah.” He says. “I…Kept it on me. I know technically it’s supposed to protect doctors and stuff but I figured… Maybe it look out for me too?” He says. You smiled. You knew he didn’t actually believe in that. The topic of religion you’d both talked about plenty of times, but Logan, not fully a nonbeliever, just had his own feelings regarding God and everything. Which, if you’d lived as long as he has, you’d probably feel the same. He didn’t keep the necklace because he’d thought it keep him safe. He kept it because it was a piece of you. The same way you kept that polaroid- still upstairs in your bedroom, tucked safely in one of the books on your bedside table. 

“I’m glad you kept it.” You say. “Honestly a lot of good it did for me anyway.” You shrugged, a bit sarcastic. You let go of Logans hand, and place the necklace around your neck, letting the coin fall over your chest, as your fingers brushed softly over it. “Y’know, having got shot and all.” You glanced at Logan, who’s eyes went to your shoulder. “I’m fine. The only thing that bothers me is that it’s sore when it rains. Sometimes lifting heavy stuff bothers it.”

“Well, guess that means I’ll have to do the heavy lifting.” He says. 

“Pfft, as if I didn’t make you do it already.” You rolled your eyes. You fell back against the couch, and Logan put his arm around you, tugging you against him, and you let him, you rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment as you felt the rise and fall of his chest. For two people who hadn’t seen each other in 2 years, you were both quick to fall into familiar ways.

“Yknow, Raphael isn’t just the patron saint of doctors and nurses.”

“No?”

“He’s also a patron saint of happy meetings.” 

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

You giggled. “I don’t know…” You say softly. “Maybe this?” 

He grunted. “Well, I think I should get the credit for that. Not some guy with wings.” 

You smiled as you turned your head to press your cheek against his shoulder, the leather of his jacket felt cool, and comfortable against your skin. Maybe it was all worth it, all the waiting and worrying. Obsessing over every one of his letters, wondering if you imagined everything all along. Now that he was here, you were reminded exactly of what you felt- what you always felt. You told everyone you guys were just friends, nothing more. You told yourself that, even if you knew better, you knew what you felt. You and Logan were never just friends. You both had something more, something deeper than friendship. Out in Vietnam, it wasn’t something you both could explore, things were dangerous, busy, and not to mention if something were to happen, it wasn’t like there was a whole lot of privacy. 

Now though, you both had time. Had time to figure out this thing between you, that has wore a mask of friendship but really was something deeper than that. Even if you both didn’t fall into the discovery of that something right away- as you soon discover- you began to navigate your new lives together. You’d help Logan adjust, giving him all the patience and understanding he could possibly want. He got a job at a lumbar mill, and his cabin that had sat cold and empty for years, was filled with warmth once again, but to him, it wasn’t because of him- it was because of you. 

Surely, things are only going to be brighter from now on. Right?

[tamelee]

Panel redraw (sorta). Based on this ask, hope you and the one who suggested this panel- 🫣💕 like it. I'm not sure if it turned out well..

Bridge scene ⃩/Naruto's resolve

[thedemises]

in continuation to this ratio post, here's more pookies I felt like doing 🫶🫶🔥

also non-smiling ver. of sunday :

[cookkoo]

'Can you please not?💢'

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

I don't think I'm capable of drawing King Z not grinning like a maniac. Cereal mascot lookin ass

[joyfuladorable]

Dragon of the Sun by @forestwhisper3

(Ch.5&6>)

You know, it was kind of weird...

Mikey sat on the living room couch, the sci-fi movie he was watching fading into the background after a really campy fight scene between two psychics reminded him of something.

The first time he'd had a freaky dream that ended up sort of true, he'd chalked it up to some weird crystal mumbo-jumbo messing with him. He figured it was a one-and-done sort of thing, especially since he hadn't had another since leaving the underground city.

But now it had happened again, and this time there were no crystals to blame.

GAHHHH!!!! THIS FIC!!! MYSTIC MIKEY BUT IT'S 03 MIKEY!!!!! This fic has my whole damn heart, holy shit! Author does a fantastic job diverging from canon and giving us all the family feels and character depth that the show didn't. My heart? Palpating, pumping, melting onto the damn floor!! Go read it!!!

[7iffer]

Are your requests still open? Since you said you also watched TFA, could I request a drawing of Jazz/Megatron? They are my faves !! Thanks ^^

As you wish