#i might like him

[twilightakiishi]

a few days ago my irls asked if i was into any new manga and i told them abt windbreaker and who i love so far and i mentioned endo as like a “he’s my usual type but i feel meh about him” kinda thing but now i fear i’ll be having to put on my big clown shoes next time i see them

[salemripley]

Holding my King K Rool plush teehee

[davy-zeppeli]

thinking about this Mike look

[archi-pelago]

maybe never forgive. but things are different now. so we'll use maybe.

[hinamie]

mentor

[algumaideia]

Poison guy dealt with Black Beard????

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory knows he looks LIKE HIM in FNAF..

[shepscapades]

Creaking Bigb!! I did these a couple of nights ago after watching bigb’s first wildlife ep >:]

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

Previous!!

Next!!

First!!

[clarisse-doodles]

inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is

[pangur-and-grim]

alright, this one's a little more silly

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[anna-scribbles]

inspired by recent events from my sister’s actual real life

[parisoonic]

Demo has had many careers - tattoo artist isn't one of them.

[peachsukii]

Bakugo walks into your shared apartment to see you in the living room surrounded by packages, all excitedly torn open with discarded bubble wrap lying around you. Various Dynamight themed trinkets are littered at your feet, everything from keychains to can badges and exclusive cafe coasters.

He chuckles to himself while placing his boots in the closet by the door. “Go on another shoppin’ spree, sweets?”

You turn your head away bashfully, tapping your fingers against your thighs. “…yeah. Someone was selling a bunch of limited edition merch.”

Bakugo strolls into the living room and observes all the items on the floor. He leans down to leave a kiss on your cheek before turning to head for the bathroom to shower.

“Ya know I can get ya that shit for free, babe,” he calls over his shoulder. “I am Dynamight.”

“I know!” You answer, picking up one of the keychains and smiling. “Just being a supportive girlfriend is all.”

[petrowriting]

the revelation that claudia’s rebirth was such a twisted and horrible moment, with louis dragging her like she was a thing, a stranger who neither of them knew but he kept saying over and over “our daughter, our beautiful little daughter” to lestat, really solidified the way she was never the main character of her own story. she was always an accessory to some or the other of louis’ whims: his guilt, his loneliness, his conflict of being a killer, his rocky relationship with lestat. there was love there, love from both her fathers, but it was never enough. lestat saw her too much as a wretched mirror held up to his own self, and louis was always too steeped in his own feelings to care enough about hers. claudia’s story truly was the greatest tragedy in this tale, treated horribly by every man around her, even her fathers, relentlessly exploited and brutally ignored, always second and never first. the only one who loved her the way she deserved to be loved was madeleine, and the moment she truly had her, her happiness was torn from her. and just before she died, she got to see someone actually choose her in her entirety, not for what she can be but for who she is, and it still wasn’t enough. she still burned alive in the sunlight. the love was there, but it wasn’t enough to save her.