#i’m packing it up

[dollfacefantasy]

no challengers nominations but emilia perez in almost every single fucking category

[oobbbear]

Did a small practice :]🌟

[timethehobo]

Tired scribbly tonight hehe.

[hurlingdown]

hello

you know, it's not surprising to say i would like to impregnate toji. truthfully, he's perfect if he was pregnant with bursting milk.

would he like more than one kid? im sure in a universe where he isnt subjected to the abuse, he would like more than one child, maybe a village if he requests?

itd be funnier if his lover, so to speak, was a pussy. always cowardly and waiting on his heels for his command. it would be funny if you were rich, too, unreasonably so through hardworking means but you're more than just dedicated to him, even in the moments where you dont have to.

but when sex and pregnancy comes to discussion, you're flustered, near stiffened in shock, even after you've given him so many children, like you're still the same virgin he met in his years scowering for a sugar daddy, not the father of near 6

"im bored i want another baby" cue stutters and flustering, oh god how could he say that so casually! and your children just sigh in the other room, readying their bags to leave you guys alone

not so freaky, but very sweet

i also feel katakuri, my sweet muse, would have this character development as well.

- oath anon

oath anon you truly never miss.

just when i was in the middle of writing toji’s drabble on breeding jjk men as well… you’ve definitely given me a new perspective of him and good lord am i grateful. (will definitely be switching up some things tonight this is so inspiring)

father of six and one more on the way. goddamn toji you are one greedy man. getting pregnant out of boredom is so him core btw

[bruciemilf]

Izuku being in a constant state of “I cannot believe I'm even allowed to breathe the same air as these amazing people! They’re the best thing about my life! God I must look dumb rn” is so funny bc

Everyone who's spent at least 5 minutes in his vicinity: So do you want your statue to be marble or gold? I'll do both. Give me your autograph

Izuku: That’s a marriage/adoption certificate?!

[nuppu-nuppu]

It hurt to draw this lol

[cowboylikesel]

america electing a fascist and the german government collapsing all in the same day

[scariddler]

More riddler doodles mayhaps 🥹

i wanted 2 color the rest of this but got lazy >_> anyways.. slewpepppy eeeumm go to sleep sometimes dude

[jojo-schmo]

my attempt at Fleurina 🦢🪽🩵

[kittykatninja321]

When people say “Jason wouldn’t smoke because he died of smoke inhalation” I respectfully have to disagree, because if there’s one thing Jason is going to do he’s going to take aspects of his trauma and use them for himself and push on them like a bruise (he takes the name red hood, he uses explosives and guns, the crowbars were lame but they weren’t out of character), so I don’t think that would stop him from smoking. The way I see it I think Jason would be one of those people who occasionally smokes a cigarette when things are Particularly Bad, even though they swear they stopped smoking, like a maladaptive coping mechanism basically

[thepresentman]

New students

Bro I’m so excited for the new season wowowoow

[kayawolfhorse]

Day 4 — Two Lights in the Dark

—☾—

At the end of patrolling, they find each other on a rooftop.

Scar likes these kinds of days the best, when his knees are in good enough shape to brave long flights of stairs, and Grian’s able to act upon his ridiculous insistence on climbing up whatever fire escapes and window sills he needs to haul himself over the roof’s edge.

Grian’s waiting for him, crouched against one of the large, boxy units. When he catches sight of Scar, he stands, and where the evening sun catches the tips of his colorful feathers and strands of his golden hair, he all but glows. His half-hearted scowl of impatience is familiar and Scar finds warmth in its corners.

“You’re late,” Grian says, by way of greeting. He’s just barely still winded enough to give away that he’s only just arrived himself.

“Five minutes past is not late,” Scar smoothly insists. He digs a pack of candy out of his pocket and tosses it to Grian, who catches it in one deft hand. “Plus, I got you a present, so we’re even.”

Grian’s expression gives way into something closer to a smile, and he pops a bright red candy ring into his mouth before tucking the rest of the package away.

Hard candies. Scar will never understand why he likes them.

“We’re even,” he concedes after a loud crunch, and Scar grins.

Pulling the visor from his eyes, Scar scans his partner’s frame. “How’d the guy go?”

It’s been a quiet evening, save for the odd skirmish or two, and something pulls at Scar’s gut. The inaction feels foreboding, the tension palpable—like the world is pitched forward on bated breath. Scar doesn’t like it.

Grian shrugs. “Petty crook. Tried to pull a knife on me.”

“That went well for him, surely.”

“Yeah, right,” Grian snorts. “He stole a purse, Scar. A purse! That’s, like, the most stereotypical crime in the book!”

“Next time, we’re going to get a thief in black and white lugging an entire safe,” Scar says, snapping his fingers. “Did you return it?”

“Yeah, obviously. The lady hadn’t gone too far. She gave me tons of caramels as payment.” Grian holds out a handful of them to illustrate his point.

Scar grabs one before Grian can stop him, and grimaces when he feels the smooth, hard lump of it. Isn’t caramel supposed to be soft? “You’re going to need a dentist-themed villain to fight at this rate.”

“Wha—? Scar, you don’t need to fight a dentist to employ their services,” Grian says, and his peal of laughter fizzles with confusion. “Cleo’s a special case, and she’s not really our enemy.”

“I suppose you have a point there.”

Scar settles on the roof’s ledge in the shadow of the stairwell’s shed, dangling his legs over the side overlooking the asphalt below. He shifts over slightly, an invitation Grian takes; a shoulder presses into his own and his side is seeped in warmth.

A comfortable silence falls between them as they gaze across the city beneath them. Street lamps have long since flickered on, illuminating people and cars heading home to rest or traveling further into the night for a late shift. Something indescribably close to affection, something indescribably close to grief twinges in Scar’s heart as he takes it all in.

The bustle is a hum from so high up, and Scar can just make out Grian’s sigh through it.

“You can feel it too, can’t you?” Scar asks softly. He feels Grian tense beside him, a barely perceptible change.

“I can, yeah,” he admits. “It’s like the whole city is waiting for something.”

“There’s no chance it could be waiting for something nice, like kittens and rainbows, right?” They both know the answer.

“It’d make our jobs a hell of a lot easier, that’s for sure,” Grian says, huffing. “We really can’t catch a break, can we?”

“We have,” Scar says. “We will.”

“How can you be so sure?” Grian challenges, and there’s a touch of something gentler in his tone. Scar could name it vulnerability, maybe.

“We’ve made it through everything else, haven’t we?” Scar hums. “After all we’ve been through, you and I are still here to tell the tale.”

Grian remains quiet. After a pause, he moves closer to Scar and drapes a hesitant wing across his back. Scar loops an arm around him and holds him close.

For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re still here with me, even after you had every reason to leave. You’ve grown precious to me in ways I couldn’t have ever imagined. No matter what life throws at us, it’ll always be me and you together against it.

I can’t imagine a world without you in it, as my teammate, as my friend, as Grian.

Together, they sit and watch as the dusky sunset gives way to night, darkness lit aglow by the city around them and the smatter of stars high above.

—☾—

Set in @hotguycomiczine!

[runningatypufullspeed]

BRIGHT ASS COLORS GIRL WATCH OUT

Been like almost 6 months since I’ve been roosting here on this lovely website and I STILL have no clue how to use it

[indigo-greer-collins]

sams the only one i see as like fully white in the shaw pack 😭everyone else is BIPOC and sam’s the dei hire

“you are fricking african americans, plus— sam! and i’m rocking with sam cuz sam’s rocking with us!” (/ref)

- milo probably

[botanyshitposts]

thinking about trying to do rangeland firefighting for at least one summer while I’m still in my 20s with derangements that make me love toiling like a medieval peasant but in order to do it next summer I would need to undergo a second, less illegal and contentious but some would say more difficult transition with my body. theatre kid to jock

[gonnadosomethingwmylife]

white collar is such a crazy ass show,,,wym the fbi agent guy is willing to move away from his wife because he wants to stay in the same city as his CI?????