#katya ask

[dingledraw]

Oo oo oo OO!!! U SHOULD DRAW AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY IN TRIXIE MATTEL AND KATYA'S STYLES!!!!!!!!! THAT WOULD BE SO COOL AND FUN!!

Energyyyyy…

[bruciemilf]

bruce's publicist just gets so fed up with him that the next time he causes a scandal and he's just like "my bad sorry" they just go "kys"

I imagine Bruce’s publicist as this tiny old lady who reeks of cigarettes, laughs like a fire alarm, and can bury you 10 feet under with a single look. She’s been managing the Waynes before Bruce got his first diaper. She has this shit handled. But GOOD LORD.

Bruce’s primary excuse is “ok but my dad did worse tho” (which is very true. Thomas gave her so many gray hairs she could audition for Santa Claus)

and her go to response is, “follow his exemple. In the grave”. Still. She loves the kid. Wished he didn’t get into tussles with every single socialite who’s being a cunt to his children, but, she loves him.

The real PR nightmare of the family?

Dick “No, I WILL swing on the chandelier and smoke weed in the White House” Grayson

[teruel-a-witch]

Scott Caan making Danny walked like a slutty, cunty diva with his butts swaying left and right is certainly a choice, Steve is braver than the marine for not touching Danny ass like how is he fitting his slacks with all of that cake omg, especially whenever he bends his body like you are so insane Scott Caan (sorry for acting like a horny person in your ask danny's butts haunt me)

haha no you are absolutely right he do be swaying them hips

(gif from this post)

and he does like to park his hands and bend over tables so true

Steve is just fighting for his life every day like 'god why do I have to be your strongest soldier?'

(lmao it's alright Danny's butt is our fandom's National treasure and Alex the Ship Captain literally did applaud dat ass so you are in good company)

[nopanamaman]

idk if this has been asked before but i was wondering if you had a favourite and/or least favorite pafl character to draw?

sanya, katya and arthur are the best because their hair shape hits just right

dima and ivan are the hardest for me...

[dear-ao3]

guys with all the despair in my heart i must admit something: i see why people work out for fun this is really enjoyable

[mattel]

UNHhhh ep 212 - Computers

[soracities]

Just wanted to say that I find you to be a truly intriguing person .I love your blog ,thank you for blessing us with ur presence on this app.I had sent you an ask and the reply you wrote was so thoughtful.Thank you sm for it. I'm interested in learning about your favorite YouTube videos—whether they are video essays, lectures by authors, interviews, or even random video recommendations.Have a good day.

This makes me so happy, anon, and it's so kind of you to say, thank you so much 🤍 I've actually only gotten into youtube videos recently but a few I've really enjoyed:

"Are We Infantilising Ourselves?" by Elliot Sang

"TikTok's Revenge Against Mean Girls: The Selena Gomez effect" by Shanspeare

"The Secret World of the Japanese Swordsmith"

"Destroying the Old Lie: What Makes a Film Truly Anti-War?" by Storytellers

"Andrew Tate: How to be a Real Man" by Shaun

"Why You Should Be More Pretentious" by Horses

"We All Got Tricked into Content Addiction" by Horses

"Turning a Powerful Black Hole Collision into a Beautiful Symphony" by Museum of Science Boston

"The 27 Club: Mental Illness and Art" by Polyphonic

"Countercultural Laughter from Ancient Greece to the 18th Century" by The Mimesis

"Model Citizen" (5 min short film) by Dead Sound

[petrovna-zamo]

Katya at the Nosferatu premiere 🖤🩸🦷🧛🏻‍♀️

[floppydiskorigami]

we didn't know how good we had it with katya zamo on tumblr

[homicidalbrunette]

Hey here's three minutes of Plane Jane and Katya vibing/flirting you're welcome

[dyrdeer]

I feel as if Katya is feeding Pesto so she can keep knitting new sweaters for him

Im on to you, kitty

dsgfhjmYTJHRSGF????????????????????? OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD??? THIS IS SUCH AGODD IDEA IM SCRWAMING

this ask makes me so happy also its now canon thank u

[historia-vitae-magistras]

My brain is back on its ukrcan bullshit. Katya has been fighting for her life her entire life. The greatest and often worst warrior cultures Europe ever produced populated her rivers from the west, the greatest horsemen her plains from the east. Great is not good, not here. Her blood is her soil. She rests on the bones of millions. She is where empire's die, she waters her growth with their blood. Russians, Vikings, Pechenegs, Germans, Ottomans, Magyars and Mongols. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust and she rises like the stalk of a sunflower from it all.

And here is a boy before her, with a soul made of the same black earth as her own. Different, but still built upon the bones of those before and below. He has the capacity for the great acts of evil. His siblings and even his parents recoil in horror at what blood he can draw when he must. Katya does not. She recognizes it, the need for the skill, and the need to water one's own life with blood. She does not recoil.

But at the end of the first great war she plucks the blade from his hand. She commands his sister and his uncle, if they love him, to drum him and his gas seared lungs out of the army and send him home. Do not let him join the Polar Bear Expedition. She knows the whites have lost before another civil war has erupted from the violence of this first great war. Perhaps she writes to his brother, who did not come of age in the Great Game against her brother. Perhaps she harnesses his idealism in her favor, appeals to the zealot in him and tells him to save his brother's soul. Take him home. Keep his soul safe. Perhaps she is in the West, to command her case for independence as short lived as it is. Or perhaps she only writes after he has blooded her brother in the far north, dropping his rail guns and feeding her again on the blood of bolsheviks he turns to mist and gore. Perhaps he gets south, perhaps within reach of her. Perhaps he's strapped to the chair of a prisoner of war in a Kyiv prison like his countrymen when she says hello, I love you, good bye, survive.

In her hand on paper, his face in her hands, in his dreams, or maybe only in her prayers she wills him to let the soft in him survive. That she does not care what he does, the softness in him must live.

The boy who asked her to live with him with a loaf of bread in his hands, the ones her people use for weddings. The one who could braid her hair while she slept next to him in the light of dawn just because he thought it beautiful. She pinned those braids into the marriage style peeking out from under the scarf that will change his people's sense of themselves forever. The boy who put her first wherever he could and asked for nothing but her affection, if he had earned it.

She has blood enough of her own, steel enough of her own. She does not need his.

She needs his hands without the blood on them. He must go home, hammer his sword into the scythe. Reap not souls but the wheat from the black earth soil he learned to love as he loves her, as she learned to love him. He must hang lace curtains in his windows and pull bread from the earthen oven and love her. Be as the queen of Ithaca, as the Greeks who once rested on her Black Sea ports spoke of. He does not weave and unweave a shroud, because she cannot be killed anymore than the Gods who meddle in the affairs of man could. Perhaps instead of a Greek's shroud it is the embroidery is burned into him as obvious as the veins in his winter pale wrists. But he sings her songs, un-sings them, re-sings them in a thousand riffs in her languages, in his, in all of them. And perhaps, where the Queen of Ithaca took her signs from Poseidon, they take theirs from each other. Maybe her language has soaked into him like the blood or the hard driving rains of the steppe and the prairies into that black soil soul and when he prays it isn't to a God he doesn't believe in but to her. Maybe those words flow across oceans and ideology and he can hold her hand for a moment in their dreams while they wait, wait, and wait for better days. A reminder of a softer dawn that may yet bring forth a brilliant blue day to paint her hair and her wheat as gold and endless as the horizon.

[silvertiefling]

"I THINK LAYIN' my head on a pair of warm, soft tits would heal me, truly - "

[teruel-a-witch]

God bless scott caan for his big ass butt so danny can have it too, not to mention his pecs, he might be short but his butts and boobs are big

don't forget his slutty waist

that man is snatched for no reason and no wonder steve isn't normal about him

[nopanamaman]

is katya wearing sanyas shirt in that one shot at the beginning or am I insane

sharing is caring

I'm surprised nobody noticed this before

[dear-ao3]

Can we PLEASE start normalizing vulnerable and emotional male friendships? The very notion of turning any platonic relationship gay because there was emotion is the very definition of toxic masculinity. Not everything has to be gay. It can just be a very tiny little bit gay. Sometimes. But only the fifth Saturday of the month.

as a man, make it gayer.