#im tired now

[sorry-about-the-rambles]

Miritama Headcanons (platonic and romantic)

The manga's basically over, so take some nonesense.

1.

They made friendship bracelets at, like, eight years old that they both still have. They're purple and yellow. Tamaki's has a little sun charm and Mirio's has a little moon charm. They don't fit anymore.

2.

They got married basically straight out of high school. They didn't have much more to learn about each other, and so dating felt useless. Everyone else was concerned when Tamaki had a panic attack at his own wedding.

3.

Their relationship is far more stable than most of the cast. Midoriya and Uraraka both have intense PTSD, most KamiJirou scenes include Jirou getting increasingly frustrated. That's it for canon ships I'm willing to speak on. They don't have these problems.

4.

After the war, all of the kids have mandated therapy. Tamaki gets put on anxiety meds within a day. His therapist recommended suing UA for medical negligence. He did not.

5.

Mirio literally cried when Tamaki's meds worked properly. He'd never seen his friend/boyfriend able to talk to people so readily. Tamaki thought he did something wrong and started apologising. Nejire watch with popcorn.

[maiya-was-here]

pls send me asks im literally dying and my inbox is SO DRY its like a desert in there 😯

my inbox rn:

but like send any asks (abt st, byler, taylor swift, or whatever else i rant abt) ☺️☺️

ill put my fandoms in the tags ☺️☺️

[selfspinninglies]

idk I just wanted 2 draw shrug emoji . closeups under the cut because tumblr probably killed the quality

[reblogs r appreciated according 2 ibispaint this took 4hrs n 41mins 👍]

also I made these as matching pfps so if any1 wants 2 use them that's alright just credit me

[totally-not-regulus]

WHEN will someone match MY freak????

[fcommandersam]

dumb ass doodles i did.. the two humans are dante and crimson. i draw dante, austin (my sibling) drew crimson. and then a friends oc :3

can yall leave some nice words for my sibling. he thinks his art is bad but i say its good >:(

[lostwallet01]

Power !!

[lemonadeey]

It's Halloween, drew the beast (siffrin) as what me and my friends went as. (Pirates)

Both color and B&W

I didn't go into as much detail as I wanted for the drawing so I might draw it again later but for now it's okay

[omenfailure]

Thinking of Varré (dreamy sigh), I recall my friend and I discussing Mohgwyn Dynasty and its reason for existing, being a safe haven for those who are accursed or shunned by the Golden Order. Considering Mohg is so stubbornly prideful of his Omen blood that he'll let himself go half blind rather than having his horns excised (which could be infectious, depending on how illness works in the Lands Between.)

I've been pondering the orb regarding Mohg's decision to kidnap the War Surgeons, I agreed that being a War Surgeon is somewhat of a taboo occupation. Someone who's a War Surgeon is to a large extent "extremely talented at something, but not considered useful." As long as you're swift and know where to deliver a fatal poke, you're likely to be suitable for the job. However, there's next to no information regarding them, who they are and so what.

Since there's not an abundance of war for quite some time after the Battle of Aeonia, I think Mohg deemed it fit to give the War Surgeons a new chapter of their life as White Masks instead. Kidnapping bad but I think they're better off in Mohgwyn Palace.

[trashpandas47]

Covered my friends image with husk cause I was bored

[muffingnf]

i have against my will seen some of the earlier reactions to sapnap accidentally following that guy and people are genuinely such losers. the way people will so quickly jump to “he’s texan and hates his female audience so this isnt surprising” is craaaaaazy like what are you even saying bro

[businesstycoon27]

forget-me-not

[katrasining]

(o゜▽゜)o☆

I've been wanting to make mini comics of the bois so Imma play around with random aus!

Did a poll to decide on twitter so you can check that out if you wanna vote on the next au I do~ ❤️

[goofylittlegays]

Just thought of the funniest freaking thing ever (in my opinion, so you know it’s right)

It’s like 12 am on a random night at Hawkins trailer park, and there walks Steve Harrington. He sneaks around from the back of the Munsons trailer, no one knows why🤭

Anyways, about 10 meters before him he sees Lucas Sinclair sneaking around from the back of the Mayfields trailer.. Steve notices him first and just stares at him, thinking “oh how cute, they got back together”, ignoring the fact that no one knows about Steve and Eddie.

Meanwhile Lucas sees Steve’s car at the Munsons driveway, thinking “oookaaayy, odd but whatever”

The older one is just standing still and observing, not knowing what to do, and Sinclairs eyes slowly drift over at Steve..

“Okay now what the fuck” mutters Lucas, utterly confused while Steve just continues to stare, taking in the incredible awkward situation. After some seconds of intense eye contact Steve just slowly retreats back to his car and drives off…

That moment was never spoken of again.

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

Second nsft crue!slash fic finished for my moot @crueclown22 , hope you like this :)

Nikki sits on the porch at their residence in Moscow gazing up at the bright stars in the sky. The band were all living together again (this time with the added addition of Mick) to record their new album Dr. Feelgood.

The agreement had been that they all stay together, they all work together and that they all, and this was the most important one, stay sober together.

So far it hasn't been…a fantastic system. It turns out living with a group of recovering addicts while you yourself are a recovering addict isn't all that glamorous. Everybody is annoyed and pent up as not only do they not have drugs or alcohol but they didn't have the normal flow of chicks out here in the middle of nowhere like they were used to having.

But while everyone was a little bit bent out of shape about the new arrangement, their music was now at the forefront of their minds and so it was all about making every song as good as it could be without cutting any corners. So they started taking out all their anger and frustration on their instruments and so far it has been working wonders.

Until it didn't.

Or at least until it didn't for one of them. Vince was having a particularly hard time dealing with being sober, even though technically he should have been sober longer then any of them, as the court mandated that he be sober for his probation but obviously that didn't happen and music just wasn't scratching that itch anymore.

So naturally he started sneaking out, somehow got a taxi or a lift of some kind to show up for him every night in the middle of nowhere to take him out to drink.

Nikki found this out from Tommy who had gone with him one night and Tommy being the honest guy he pretends to be, told Nikki this out of sheer guilt for his actions and how hard him and Mick had been working while him and Vince took the cheaters way out and he felt very sorry and ratted out their singer.

Nikki thanks Tommy for telling him and assured him it was okay and that all was forgiven and that everybody falls off the wagon every now and then but that the important part was that he got back on. Tommy seemed relieved and left Nikki to go to bed. Nikki on the other hand skipped the notion of going to bed and instead sat down in one of the porch chairs and waited for their singer to come back to the house.

He waits a few hours, and it's a productive time for his lyrics as he jots down quite a few that he wants to bring up in the next session that he thinks could be massive chart successes.On the fourth hour a car pulls into the driveway as subtly as possible and Nikki sets his pen and notebook asside and goes to stand at the top of the porch steps with crossed arms and a practiced calm glare welded to his face.

Low and behold, Vince stumbles out of the car, he doesn't seem intoxicated though, but he assumes that's part of Vince's cleverly crafted plan, he drinks for a few hours at a bar somewhere, sobers up quickly through misterious means then comes home and acts as if he's been there the whole time, aswell as completely sober this entire time.

Nikki grits his teeth in anger but he bites back any actual words of hate to come. He wants the car to drive away first before he actually starts saying anything to Vince, so that he can't run away.

Vince walks all the way up to the bottom of the steps, looking and waving the car away ,before he actually sees Nikki standing atop the stairs, he freezes at first like a deer caught in headlights ,but just for a second before he smiles at Nikki all friendly like, like he hadn't just been caught red handed and as far as he knew he hadn't been caught fully red handed yet. He had no idea how much Nikki knew yet.

“Hey man, morning” Vince said jovially as he made his way up the stairs. Nikki merely glares him down.

“Are we a joke to you?” Nikki asks, seriously.

These words let Vince know the jig is up and so his fake happiness quickly falls away to defensivness.

“Who told you then?” Vince asks in a deadpan voice as he gets to the top of the stairs and walks past Nikki into the house. Nikki follows.

“Who told me isn't important” Nikki says and he's about to continue when he's rudely interrupted.

“So it was Tommy, I'm gonna kill that little bastard when I get my hands on him.” Vince grumbles as he takes off his shoes and throws them in the corner with all the other guys shoes.

Vince's sentence implies that somebody else other then Tommy knew about the sneaking out, he makes a mental note to ask around later.

“No you're not” Nikki says not caring to keep his voice down. Nikki steps infront of Vince, blocking him in his attempted stride to his room and towers over him menacingly.

“All you’re going to do is apologize to the band at practice today, especially Tommy since your the one who enabled that kind of behaviour again and you're never going to do it again, got that?” Nikki's tone is still relatively calm, but underneath he's attempting to calm a sea of rage at Vince's bratty little attitude.

It seems like he was forgetting who was in charge here and if he kept this behaviour going Nikki was just going to have to remind his singer who he answered to around here.

Vince laughed sarcastically as he tried side step Nikki and when he couldn't he headed into the kitchen instead which was open and right next to the living room, so that everybody who entered the living room could also see everything that was happening in the kitchen.

“And why would I do that, you're not the fucking boss of me, I'm here now and not drunk isn't that enough-”

Vince is then slammed into the kitchen counter with his back facing the aggressor and his front facing the stairwell pressed against the table, caged in by two strong tattooed arms. Vince shivers when Nikki's voice comes out as a gentle breath on his neck, like a spider was crawling on him.

“Don't you dare talk to me like that bitch” Nikki hisses against Vince's earlobe making him shutter again and his eyes widen in fear.

When the initial shock wears off Vince's panic revs up into anger.

“Let me go!” Vince says trying to squeeze out from under Nikki.

Vince then freezes up again when he feels Nikki start to grope him through his pants. Suddenly the fight leaves his body and he slowly melts in Nikki's hands.

Fuck, it's been far too long since anybodies touched him like this. Vince feels his eye lids droop with hazy lust. He bites his lip and adjusts his position between Nikki and the counter as much as he can until it's comfortable enough for him to lean against the table and for Nikki's hand to more accurately reach his dick.

Nikki chuckles in his ear darkly.

“I've barely touched you and already you've given up the fight, and you say I don't own you” Nikki purrs.

Vince growls but can't think of anything smart to say back so he just leans into Nikki's hand that's getting more insistent by the minute it would seem.

Vince whines softly as Nikki's hand teasingly peels away the waistband of his jeans and let's it hover over Vince's happy trail. Nikki laughs sadistically.

It seems like Vince isn't the only one with an old bad habit to kill.

“Touch me already” Vince demands breathlessly, already rock hard from just a minute of fondling,his eyes glued to where Nikki's hand disappeared below his waistline.

“Didn't hear a please there baby boy” Nikki teases, touching Vince's thighs and playing with his pubic hair and literally everywhere else except where he wanted Nikki to touch him.

Vince growls again but this time around it comes out far needier and between clenched teeth. Vince is so tempted to just spit in Nikki's face and save his pride and say nothing.

But he's far too horny to care about saving face right now, all that his brain wants from him now is to acquire an orgasm then fall asleep for the rest of time and hopefully wake up to this whole situation just being a dream.

“Please..” Vince says almost inaudibly, shutting his eyes in shame.

“What was that? You gotta speak up baby” Nikki says, a single finger of Nikki's lightly brushing the tip of his shaft.

“Please!” Vince breaks, he needed this and he'd do whatever it took to get it. Nikki smirked against his neck in satisfaction and finally retracted his hand, spat on it then took Vince's cock from his pants and wrapped his warm palm around Vince's cock.

Vince moans loudly, his back sinking into Nikki's chest. He's so glad that his previous lays can't see him now, broken down and moaning like a porn star over a simple shoddy handjob.

Nikki picks up the pace slightly and Vince embarrassingly enough feels himself getting close.

“Fuck, please Nikki just a little more!” Vince can't keep his own volume at bay that's how absolutely devastated and debauched he is in the moment and the way Nikki's grinding on his ass, actually makes the experience a lot better.

Just before he can cum Nikki stops, and Vince almost blows a fucking gasket. He kicks one of Nikki's legs in pure rage.

“Fucking finish me off already, please!!” Vince spits out, too far gone to care.

“Aww I'm sorry baby, I'll let you cum..as soon as you promise to apologize to everyone today. And you call me your master.” Nikki says with a fake sweet tone.

Vince knows that as soon as he cums he'll regret making this trade and he might just never recover from this loss, ego wise and Nikki would have control over him in a way he could never get back…but if he didn't cum right now he might just go into cardiac arrest.

“I promise I'll apologize…master” Vince breathes out and apparently that enough for Nikki as he strokes Vince tighter and faster then before and even twists his hand at the upstroke to make the orgasm even better.

“Ah!!!!” Vince moans as Nikki milks him for all he's worth.

When Vince finally comes down he pants heavily and crumbles in Nikki's arms, Nikki also pants but not as harshly as Vince does and they just stay like that for a while.

Nikki retracts his hand from Vince's pants letting Vince see his jizz covered hand in all its glory as it dripped from his palm onto the surface of the counter.

“I'm so glad we could come to an agreement” Nikki says cheekily.

“What the fuck is going on down her- Jesus wept!!” Nikki and Vince both snap their heads up to the staircase in terror, where Mick was currently coming down into the kitchen, but seemed to be on a fast track back upstairs again.

Nikki opens his mouth to try and fumble out an explanation but Mick stops him.

“I don't wanna know, but I am never eating off that fucking counter again!” Mick says storming off upstairs again.

Nikki and Vince are still for a while.

“.... See, you going out drinking causes a lot of tension.” Nikki says, trying to pin the whole situation on Vince.

Vince just steps on Nikki's toe with the back of his sharp heel and let's a satisfied smile grace his lips when he hears a crack

[femmestuck]

pcos jane is real to me

[darkdull59]

Day 4 of @tmaynt , baby turtles:

Listen, I only had an hour and a half to do this so it's a bit rushed, and I'm still learning how to do more of a painted style to my digital art so you get ONE baby turtle

It can be whichever 12 tot you want!

Also, this is based on something that happened to me as a baby (my sister put a bucket on my head and I just kinda sat there with it)