#i’ll get better (hopefully)

[jackassbroadcast]

Been alittlewhile but the homo grind never stops ‼️‼️

[stellophiliac]

jan li ante e kalama musi toki ingli tawa toki pona, mi toki lawa lon ni li musi. nimi toki ingli li lili anu jo e kon suli. sina kepeken e nimi toki pona, li toki e kon suli, li kepeken wile nimi mute.

“kama sona” lon jan li ante e “all i want for christmas” kalama musi jan malia kali tawa toki pona. ni li epiku a

[wyyvoren]

commission for @megapocalypse ‘s server event for gaza!!!! they just wanted YQY :))

[katsu2ji]

too little, too late — m. fushiguro

a/n: megs i love u im sorry

megumi didn't realize how much you meant to him until it was far too late.

you had somehow settled in his heart, and whether you had meant to or not, he knew it was a dangerous game he was playing. he couldn’t let himself get attached—couldn’t stand to lose someone again—and so he didn’t. he tried his best to keep you at an arm’s length, denying the feeling any time a single thought of you would seep into his mind.

he wouldn’t—he couldn’t—allow himself that small bit of happiness, of warmth. he didn’t want to feel that familiar ache in his heart, and he didn’t want you to feel it either. he was protecting you, he told himself. he was stopping the inevitable before it even started.

he didn't realize how much you meant to him when the dagger had been driven through your body and into your heart, inadvertently into his own. he questioned why his world stopped right then and there, why it seemed as though the ground had been ripped out from under him.

he’d seen death before—this was no different, right? he knew it would happen eventually, just another casualty that shouldn’t have happened but happened anyway….so why couldn’t he tear his eyes away?

look away, for fuck’s sake, look away—

when your body hit the floor, he knew in that moment that he would make himself play that sound over and over again—he would never let himself forget it. he wasn’t allowed to, he told himself, for a reason unbeknownst to him then.

years later, when the day comes around and he sits in front of your resting place, reading your name off of the stone that he has memorized every jagged line and imperfection of, it was then that he finally realized just how much you meant to him.

and he would never get the chance to tell you. too little, too late.

katsu2ji © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

[maydayaj]

Hhghhf testing around a brush ✨ just some practice sketches of the sillies 💕

[rosycheekeddawn]

hiiiii :3

can i ask for Hermes x fem student reader (she's an adult maybe 20+) modern au and reader is stressed with studying so Hermes trying to comfort her (definitely not what i need rn), hc or one shot, really anything just some fluff with Hermes :3

Study Break

A/N: Did you know that Hermes is actually considered a god of education? I just thought it was a pretty cool, little-known fact that ties nicely into this request.

You weren’t sure how long you had been staring at this page in your textbook for, but it was probably bordering on years at this point. Ignoring the tears of frustration building up in your eyes, you forced yourself to skim over it again, but the more you read the words, the less sense they made until you were certain they were written in an entirely foreign language.

With a huff, you pushed your chair away from the desk, bringing your knees up to your chest and digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. You could do this. You had to do this. You just had to get over yourself and-

Your mental scolding was interrupted by a tap on your window. At first, you jumped in surprise, your heart racing as you wondered who it could be until you saw a very familiar grin shining through the glass. With a sigh, you stood up, dabbing at your eyes one more time to make sure he wouldn’t know you had been crying, and crossed the room to the window.

“You scared the hell out of me,” you said flatly as you opened the window, but there was no heat behind your words. Even if there was, it wouldn’t have made a difference to Hermes, who just chuckled and hopped over the windowsill like you had invited him in as he always did.

“What’s life without a little surprise?” he teased as he spun around to face you with a flourish, the wings on his sandals fluttering with the movement. His smile dropped the instant his eyes landed on your face, where he could see the signs of distress no matter how well you tried to hide them. After all, not only was he a god, but he was also a very attentive boyfriend. “What happened, love?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft and lacking its usual mischief.

“It’s nothing,” you replied quickly. It was an instinct whenever somebody asked you that question, to immediately brush off their concerns and change the subject. You put on a smile, hoping it was convincing enough. “I’m fine, I just-”

You couldn’t think of a lie quick enough, as Hermes’ eyes darted to the open textbook on your desk. He carefully dabbed a strange mark on the page with his finger, frowning when it came back wet, the wings just behind his ears drooping.

“You’ve been crying on your textbook,” he deduced, turning back to look at you. “How long have you been studying for?”

You sighed. You should’ve known you couldn’t hide anything from him, but you’d hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Not that long, just like… a few hours?”

“And you’ve been taking breaks?”

Dead silence.

He dropped his hand with a sigh. “Love, we’ve-”

“I know, I know,” you interrupted him, sitting on your bed with a sigh that was a mixture of disappointment and frustration. “I just- there’s so much work, and- and I can’t fall behind, Hermes, I can’t.”

You hadn’t even realised the tears now falling down your face until you felt Hermes’ hands cup your cheeks, his thumb gently swiping across your skin in a way that brought the most delightful of shivers to your body. “I understand, it’s a lot of pressure,” he told you, kneeling on the floor so you could see him. He used his hands on your cheeks to pull your head down, and he tilted his up so that your foreheads met in the middle. “But you’ll burn yourself out. Again.”

You were about to answer, but the trembling of your lip stopped you as you knew it would be useless to try. He was right, you had burnt yourself out once before while you’d been with him, and it wasn’t something either of you wanted to go through again. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders with a strangled sob escaping your throat.

He was quick to scoop you up, one arm supporting your legs and the other rubbing up and down your back as he hovered a few inches above the ground, holding you like a baby, before laying in your bed, leaning against your headboard while he continued to comfort you.

When your sobs had devolved into hiccups, and your hiccups into soft breaths, he pulled his head back so he could look down at your face. “Feel better, dove?”

You nodded, lifting your head and wiping your tears with a small smile. “Y-yeah, I do,” you sniffled. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to break down like that.”

“Never apologise,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. “Dove, you know I admire your determination more than anything, but you’re pushing yourself dangerously close to the edge. It’s time you realised how amazing you are outside of your studies.”

He slowly sat up, still holding you in his arms. His playful smirk was back as he booped your nose, eliciting a small chuckle from you. “Now… what do you say I get Iris to take over my shift and you and I have a self-care day? Bubble baths, face masks, the works. Forget all about your books for a minute and focus on perfect, wonderful, amazing you.”

Your grin widened at his words. “Sounds perfect,” your replied, and that was all the prompting he needed as he immediately zipped towards your bathroom, with you still nestled safely in his arms. Yeah, you’d have to go back to studying after this, but it wouldn’t be so bad knowing you had something (or someone) to look forward to.

[cockroachesunite]

In honour of this maniac’s birthday, here’s one of my favorite anecdotes, via Passages From The Life Of A Naval Officer, Etc by Edward Philips Charlewood

(Illustration inspired by this)

[shima-draws]

You’re not into doing art anymore are you? :-/

Homie my dog died last week and I’ve literally been bedridden since then with a really bad cold. Cut me some slack 😭

[clownsuu]

It's been eating at me lately but I gotta know why MOB!Dusty has so many watches on their wrists??

Is it because they spend most of the time in the vaults that time is a blur down there?

It’s because he looks absolutely dripped tf out LMAOO (literally no reason except to flex- they don’t even know how to read watches/clocks nor does he know the concept of time since they are asleep majority of the time. Plus they like the weight of heavy gold and silver- makes him even more eepy)

Mob Dusty doodles smhhhhh

[myokk]

Eloise🥹💓

[dekusleftsock]

I think that there’s a fundamental misunderstanding of what exactly is…happening with Izuku’s character. Specifically in regards to chapter 425.

I’m glad that a lot more people generally recognize that Izuku is not a character that can be read at a surface level, given that he’s both a repressed person with built up emotion of basically everything and also a very glaringly HUGELY unreliable narrator, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I agree with the ways I’ve seen this most recent chapter spoken about.

I see posts, comments, etc with ideas like “Izuku don’t suppress your emotions! Open up with people! It’ll be okay I promise!” When that’s fundamentally not what is happening here.

There’s always always ALWAYS been a distinct difference in character throughout horikoshi’s writing when he is showing that a character is:

A—Avoiding emotions, thoughts, ideas less than ideal for them. Not opening up when they probably should about their problems given that they’ve been handed the space to do so. Just genuinely not acknowledging, feeling, or expressing emotions that they don’t want.

B—Reflecting on the ways they feel about the world, themselves, or other people given their new perspective on a situation. Not outright reaching out to others to talk about these problems/feelings, but instead waiting until the moment they feel they have the most confidence to do so with their new outlook on their own life.

And genuinely, guys, to grab your BkDk attention rn, this is the exact reason why Ochako’s reflection on her feelings for Izuku and thereafter decision to pull away from them WAS NEVER GOING TO END IN OCHAKO EXPLODING WITH HER LOVE FOR HIM.

This was another common interpretation I saw of Ochako and Izuocha for a long time. That because she pushed these feelings away, they were somehow going to explode in this unbelievable way and she would “get the boy” because of it. That her arc would surround accepting her romantic feelings and that she can’t just push away how she feels for a career.

But yk. That didn’t happen. At all. Nowhere close even.

The same kind of goes for Katsuki, allmight, etc. They all had moments in their arc where it was spent genuinely reflecting, and the only reason we as the audience never connected it in the same ways we do ochako or Izuku was ALWAYS BECAUSE the narrative showed their inner thoughts while doing so (mostly because Allmight’s arc after losing OFA and Katsuki’s arc on what it means to be a hero were so intrinsically tied, both starting at the same time and ending at the same time during the final war. And because they were so tied this caused their own reflections, development, and thought process to be broadcasted to us frequently throughout their arcs… to each other. They also somewhat shared aspects with Izuku, but these were cherry picked more often than not, like dvk2 for example).

To us Katsuki never seemed to be.. idk, suppressing his anger in any way because we were always told what he was doing and why (side note: this is why I’ve always thought arguments against Katsuki were so weird, bc unlike characters like endeavor or Ochako he wasn’t like… hiding who he was and how he was changing. Ever. Like the audience knows at all times past basically season 3 what Katsuki is thinking and doing. Like how do you watch this happen, stare me dead in the eye, and tell me how much of a terrible and awful teenage boy he is. Like damn I didn’t think we were this dumb. This is also my theory as to why he’s most popular, his arc is very… in your face if that makes sense). Katsuki’s entire mini arc on reflecting his mistakes and his childhood and his future is spent TELLING YOU that it’s what he’s doing. (I’m referring mostly to the endeavor internship arc, the provisional license exam makeup, and basically everything in the war arc related to him leading up to bakugou Katsuki rising here)

And see, Horikoshi will stare you dead in the eye, tell you “this girl has taken into consideration that she doesn’t want to waste her time training her career focusing on a boy because he kinda caught her fancy”, and y’all will still say that this will explode in her face.

Y’all this is a series about learning how to manage emotions, maturity in relationship to one’s emotions, how to feel an emotion, but in a way that is helpful. Horikoshi isn’t telling you “go buck wild, feel everything all the time and always express it”, in fact he explores why you DONT do that! Through Toga or Shigaraki, they show how grief and anger can genuinely consume you. But he also shows why you shouldn’t just put everything in a box to never look at or acknowledge, or why you shouldn’t just let your grief destroy the world around you, or pretending that some emotions simply don’t exist.

I can’t say this enough, so let me say it now, mha is about the extremes of your psyche. That you should control something, but not too much. Everything can be harmful. Everything can be good.

Izuku is not controlling too much, he’s expressing just enough.

I LOVE shaming this dickhead at all times in all my posts. I love saying he’s an ignorant dipshit with a weird amount of distaste for a girl who just confessed to him. I’ve joked that chapter 348 is basically an entire chapter spent on Izuku calling Himiko a mean dyke. And yet I also believe he’s doing nothing WRONG here.

In fact, I’ll even say that this moment right here?

ISNT EVEN IZUKU DOING THE SOCIALLY APPROPRIATE THING ABOUT IT! But he’s still TRYING to reach out to someone he thinks MIGHT be able to understand. (And frankly, this moment is far deeper than what it’s being made out to be, to me it reads more like an unrequited friendship that Izuku both desires and has thought of them to have, while simultaneously showing the distance Ochako has successfully wedged between them for her own sake. Maybe it was always there though, maybe in weird, miscommunicated Horikoshi fashion, this is a representation of how Ochako always read all those “fun friend hangouts” as a little more than that, and without those feelings the friendship never really held any substance to her in the first place. Where Izuku saw his first real friend at UA, she saw little more than acquaintance)

Simultaneously, Izuku is genuinely reflecting on what it means for the world to change, to be a hero, to live after loss—and trying and failing to gain the connection he desires from individuals who can not and will not afford him that.

Izuku is ready for the world to change, a few select characters are also ready for the world to change (mirio, for example), but not nearly enough are. So maybe I’ll have to take this back if I’m proven wrong and I accidentally looked into this far past what everyone else did for no reason, but I genuinely believe with moments like this

And this

Aand this

That Izuku has come forward with that aspect of his character development. He’s reflecting on his new beliefs, not repressing his emotions for them.

[mango-dot-yum]

Idk if I’m just mishearing things, but

I swear she says “my name is Diner” and not “my name is Dinah”

I’ve watched this clip like 7 times (╥︣﹏᷅╥᷅) I SWEAR SHE SAYS DINER

(Unrelated but I think this is the first time I’ve reached the tag limit on a post)

[perhaps-mr-collins-has-a-cousin]

It has been requested (@awfullybigwardrobe44 💛) that I provide an update on How Things Are Going With The Young Man, and there’s so much I could say that it all kind of cancels itself out (I’ve been journaling like a madwoman lately), but yes, I think things are going well. I still can't believe any of this is happening, I am not the kind of person that this kind of stuff is supposed to happen to 😆 We have gone on several more dates, one of them a day-long fishing trip, and it’s been lovely and I just think he's delightful and I really like being with him. I still have a lot of shyness to overcome, but considering how intensely terrified I used to be of him I think I’ve made excellent progress 😆 I’ve seen less of him lately because he’s extremely busy with work and especially school but we text a lot and this weekend we’re planning to go to dinner and then the symphony after that (I bought the tickets and I can tell it's driving him nuts that I finally paid for something myself but ahaha it's too late there's nothing he can do about it now) 😊

[starblitzy-started-a-fire]

“When I was sixteen, I won a great victory…”

Kingdom of Heaven Tober Day 28: Great Victory

@zomnommbie

[caliburn-not-calculator]

RWDtober Prompts!

We’ve done this before so I thought it might be fun to bring it back another year! So, here’s a prompt a day for October, for you to use as inspiration for any form or art or content you wish. This year the prompts are based on C2/Sigil, but you can create for any campaign, oneshot, au, or other.

This isn’t a proper event, so no rules or restrictions apply, just have fun with it in anyway you like!

Plus some bonus, slightly more C1 focused but equally applicable extra prompts, in case any of the above don’t take your fancy. There’s a couple up there I wish I’d changed by I really can be bothered now… rip

Alt text with all prompts under the cut

Open

Jink

Charm

Hive

Business Card

Song

Shadow

Peak

Mimic

Sword

Berk

Insight

Contact

Lost

Heal

Petitioner

Bar

Portal

Disguise

Office

Rat

Cagestruck

Knight

Flower

Market

Snakespeare

Ooze

Trial

Critical

Celestial

Shut

Bonus Prompts:

Weave, Artifice, Dream, Cook, Imprison, Ring

[flock-talk]

Lean in for the squoosh