#if anybody else does this

[rocktheholygrail]

Happy December!

[keelifallen]

[ferditheas]

fe3h as textposts (part 6 of ?)

[faggottonystark]

hes getting there :(

[sirellas]

TNG | 1.01 ENCOUNTER AT FARPOINT

[gongustheawsome01]

Yeah Turbo's cybug concept art is pretty cool! But I am 99.9% SURE that this one was based on the fourth angel from Neon Genesis Evangelion.

[veephoenix]

[welseb]

cat verstappen because i felt like i had to contribute in some way to exactly what crane said would happen

if ur unaware by the way, here’s the clip

[greatcheshire]

hiiiii. one time I was in Las Vegas and I went to use the bathroom. it was one of those small ones that just had a stall and a urinal. anyways the stall was occupied which was fine because I just had to piss so I go to the urinal and start unloading my stream and. right as my pee starts flying out I hear somebody mutter "bloody hell" in the stall. I ignore it and continue and then he says "you couldn't have fucking waited?" and I. apologized cause I was scared. anyways it was Gordon Ramsey

Thank you for telling me this anon. From now on I’m going to believe this is real.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Sometimes work mode just doesn’t turn off

Four, driving home from work: *notices it’s 8:05* Oh. Top of the hour. I need to get the intake and outputs of my patient’s drains, and that blood sugar, and—

Four:

Four: Wait

XXX

Wild: *swipes work badge at door to Lon Lon Ranch* *swipes again when nothing happens*

Twilight:…Whatcha doin’, buddy?

Wild: My badge isn’t—

Wild:

Twi:

Wild: Just shut up

XXX

Sky: *freezes mid step towards his bed because he swears he heard the tones drop for a flight*

Sky: *walks to the window* It’s literally raining, there’s no way we’re gonna pass the weather check to fly in this.

Time:

Time: Sky. You’re home.

Sky:

Sky: Well it’s still crappy weather

XXX

Legend: *dead asleep*

Legend, jolting awake: I FORGOT TO PAGE PHARMACY FOR THAT MED

[quirkedupkicks]

i just know pro-hero shouto would be out here giving absolutely wild interviews .. ref is this

[knittingserpent]

One headcanon that I have is that Speedsters are really staticky, like they go to turn on the light and they get shocked by the switch or you bump into them and get shocked or maybe your hair stands on end around them

[cracklewink]

applejack for your thoughts

[madbalalaika]

hi! my request is for some gale/karlach art, since it's a ship I hardly ever see people in the fandom consider, and I think they would be really cute together. also: chubby gale, because there's no way that wizard likes to work out. even if you end up not wanting or not having time to draw this request, I don't want to let this ask go to waste, so I'll take to opportunity to say I think your art is beautiful!!

Hi! Hello! Sorry for keeping you waiting. Your request got me wondering about their dynamic, so I absolutely had to try it out in the game. They are indeed ridiculously sweet and wholesome together.

Also, sorry, he's not very chubby here, but may I compensate that with his sleeby self's extremely squishable cheeks?

This takes place sometime during the main events, but let's imagine it's winter in Baldur's Gate, and it's very cold outside ❄

Requests & commissions | Buy me a ko-fi ☕❤

[bradleysass]

Two Men & A Baby - wc: 1.3k - @rosiesangel @accio-sriracha @plasticfishies

James Potter was losing his mind.

Harry—his sweet, precious, impossibly tiny son—had been screaming for the past two hours. James had already tried everything: feeding, changing, rocking, singing, begging, bribing, and at one point, just sitting on the floor staring at Harry like he was a particularly complicated Arithmancy equation.

Nothing worked.

And, of course, this was the one day Lily had gone to visit her parents.

"You’ll be fine, James," she had said with that radiant, reassuring smile of hers. "It’s just for a few hours. You and Harry will have some nice father-son bonding time!"

Bonding, James had thought. That sounded great. He had imagined himself throwing a Quaffle in the air while Harry gurgled in delight, or sitting in his armchair reading aloud from Quidditch Through the Ages while Harry listened attentively, absorbing vital knowledge.

Instead, he was pacing the living room in his socks, hair even more of a disaster than usual, bouncing a wailing Harry in his arms while mumbling, "Come on, mate, give your dad a break, yeah?"

Harry did not give his dad a break.

James had run out of options. The house was a mess—baby clothes and nappies strewn across the floor, an abandoned bottle on the couch, a pile of laundry he’d started before everything went to hell. He was sweating, his glasses slipping down his nose, his arms aching from holding Harry for so long. The cat had fled under the couch an hour ago and was glaring at him like this is your problem now.

Then, disaster struck.

The bottle James had left precariously on the armrest of the couch wobbled. Then, in slow-motion horror, it tipped and spilled milk everywhere—including directly onto his wand, which he had also stupidly left nearby.

"Oh, for—" James lunged for it, but Harry chose that exact moment to thrash violently in his arms. His glasses slipped further, and then—thunk. Right onto the floor. Lens down.

James froze. Harry screamed. The cat bolted.

"MERLIN’S BLOODY ARSE," James yelled.

That was when Regulus Black knocked on the door.

James froze mid-bounce, eyes darting to the door like it had personally offended him. Who the hell was visiting at a time like this? He considered ignoring it, but the knocking came again—sharper, more impatient.

"Bloody hell," James muttered.

He staggered to the door, tripping over a stuffed hippogriff toy on the way. He yanked it open with one hand, still juggling a wailing Harry.

Regulus stood there, looking utterly pristine as always. He was dressed in a fitted black coat despite the mild weather, his usual expression of mild disdain firmly in place. His eyes flickered over James—his sweat-soaked shirt, his wild hair, his half-broken glasses, and the absolute warzone behind him.

James blinked. "Regulus?"

Regulus blinked back. "You look… terrible."

"Great observation, mate," James deadpanned. "What do you want?"

Regulus hesitated. "I was in the area."

James narrowed his eyes. "Since when do you just ‘happen to be in the area’ of my house?"

Regulus huffed. "Fine. Sirius was being unbearable, so I left. Are you going to let me in or not?"

James stepped aside and let him in—not because he particularly wanted company, but because he was desperate, and maybe Regulus had secret baby-calming powers.

Spoiler: He did not.

The moment Regulus entered, Harry let out an especially earsplitting wail. Regulus visibly flinched.

"Is he broken?" he asked.

James groaned, bouncing Harry more aggressively. "No, he's not broken, he's just—Merlin, I don't know! He won't stop crying!"

Regulus eyed the baby like he was some sort of rare, dangerous magical artifact. "Have you tried... stopping him?"

James gave him a deadpan look. "No, I thought I'd just let him cry forever."

Regulus ignored the sarcasm. "Have you checked if he's hungry?"

"Yes."

"Dirty nappy?"

"Changed it twice."

"Colic?"

"Mate, if I knew how to tell, I wouldn't be losing my mind right now!"

Regulus pursed his lips. "Hand him over."

James hesitated. "Do you know how to hold a baby?"

Regulus scoffed. "Of course I do."

James handed over Harry.

Regulus did not know how to hold a baby.

He held him at arm’s length like one might hold a particularly suspect potion ingredient. Harry wailed louder, his tiny fists flailing in protest. Regulus' face contorted in horror.

"Why is he doing that?"

"Because you’re holding him like he’s about to explode!" James snatched Harry back and cradled him against his chest. "You have to hold him properly, you git."

Regulus scowled, straightening his coat as if the mere act of holding a baby had sullied him. "Why did you give him to me, then?"

James sighed. "Because I'm desperate! I thought maybe you'd have some magic pureblood heir trick or something."

Regulus rolled his eyes. "I was the youngest. No one handed me a baby and said, 'Here, figure it out.'"

James flopped onto the couch, still bouncing Harry. "Well, congratulations, you're figuring it out now."

Regulus hesitated before sitting stiffly beside him. "What does Lily usually do when he cries like this?"

James rubbed his face with his free hand. "I don't know! She just—does mum things and he stops crying. She has a whole system, and I—Merlin, I don't know what I'm doing!"

Regulus tilted his head slightly, observing James with something that almost looked like pity. "You're doing fine."

James let out a hollow laugh. "Oh yeah, really fine. I'm thriving. Look at me, I'm the picture of fatherhood."

Harry, as if to mock him, screamed even louder.

Regulus winced. "Okay. We need to fix this."

James frowned. "We?"

Regulus huffed. "Do you want my help or not?"

James looked down at Harry, red-faced and furious in his arms. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

Regulus nodded. "Right. Then let's—" He gestured vaguely. "Do something."

James blinked. "That's your plan? Do something?"

"Well, do you have a better one?"

James sighed. "No. Alright. Let’s think. Maybe he’s just overstimulated?"

Regulus looked around. "The house is a mess."

James scowled. "Yeah, thanks, mate. Very helpful."

Regulus ignored him and got up, moving to dim the lights and pull the curtains shut. The room softened into a quieter, cozier space.

James, still bouncing Harry, muttered, "That might actually help."

Regulus smirked. "Of course it will."

James gave him a withering look, then continued, "Maybe he just needs... I don’t know. Something repetitive?"

Regulus considered this. "Rocking? Singing?"

James gave him a tired smile. "Alright, you try singing to him, then."

Regulus recoiled. "Absolutely not."

"Come on, you were a choir boy or something, weren't you?"

Regulus glared. "That was Andromeda."

James snorted, then, without warning, started humming. It was quiet, a bit shaky, but steady. A tune his mum used to sing.

Regulus watched as Harry's screaming softened to hiccups, then sniffles. His little fists unclenched.

James let out a slow breath. "Bloody hell. I think it’s working."

Regulus shook his head in disbelief. "You mean to tell me all he needed was a song?"

James sagged into the couch. "Apparently?"

Regulus gave Harry an unimpressed look. "Ridiculous. You could have just said so, you tiny tyrant."

James laughed, the first real laugh of the evening.

Harry let out a tiny, sleepy sigh, nestling into James' chest.

Regulus eyed him. "So... what now?"

James gently smoothed a hand over Harry’s messy hair. "Now, I pray to Merlin that he stays asleep until Lily gets home."

Regulus smirked. "And if he doesn't?"

James groaned. "Then I’m kidnapping you and making you suffer with me."

Regulus sighed, but there was something fond in his expression. "Fine. But next time, Sirius is suffering with us."

James grinned. "Deal."

And for the first time that night, everything felt just a little bit easier.

[cherrystales]

I'm a birder, does anyone else do this or is it just me?

Bird: [appears] Me: Omg hellooooo, who are you?? ** Bird I think might be rare: [appears] Me: Ooooo???? Bird: [turns out to be a sparrow or something] Me: Oh. It's just YOU. -_- **