#make a cup of tea first

[landfilloftrash]

I have, quite literally, had this image sitting in my art program’s drafts for the past two years. I finally sat down and drew it.

[crybaby-bkg]

“Are you ever angry?” You ask quietly, head resting in Bakugou’s lap. His thumb pauses where it strokes your cheeks, the far away gaze in his eyes suddenly snapping into focus as he looks down at you. He looks…different than you remembered, before you both were cast out of the pearly gates.

His hair doesn’t shine as bright as it used to, and it falls a little flatter without the halo pulling it up, soft. His eyes still hold that hardened gaze as a battle angel, but they’re deeper now. More sunken in and hollow, the flickering ichor now a stained crimson. His face is scarred and his hands are rough after the fall but he’s just—different.

“About what?” He asks, his lips pursed in confusion. You reach a hand up, stroking over his bottom lip, smooth a hand through his hair. You can almost feel the throbbing light radiating from him, can almost see how broad and ivory his wings would spread and hold you tight to him.

“It all. Everything. The fall.” You whisper, try not to shrink into yourself with the way Bakugou’s lip curls back in disgust. He pulls away from you and you sit up, resting on your knees, looking at him in such a way that his heart pangs in his chest.

His heart, something he’s never had a reason for when he still had his fists bathed in heavenly fire and no ounce of rebellion hidden under sinless skin. It aches in his chest at the mention of life after being kicked out with the only thing he could hold onto—you.

“Why would I miss my thoughtlessness? My inability to make a decision for myself? Why would I miss being a pawn?” Bakugou is all snarls, all snapping teeth and jowls, but it doesn’t scare you. He’s never scared you, even when his gait was limp from the impact of hard soil, and his hands grew rough, and his back grew jagged from ripped feathers.

“I miss it.” You whisper so carefully into the humid night, hands reaching for his own trembling ones. “I want to be holy again, Katsuki.”

He hisses at you, snatching away like you’ve burned him, like you’ve seized his halo and ripped it into two until it split into horns. Looks at you with such heavenly fire burning in his gaze that you want to shrink beneath him.

“Well—well I don’t. Find someone else who will, cause it sure as hell ain’t me.” You wonder who he’s trying to convince here, with his shaky voice and fluttering eyes and trembling mouth. You stare at him for a long while, lips wobbling at the gravity of it all. Your head hangs low, gathering yourself in your arms, head bowed to him—it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.

“Just hold me for now.” You murmur, eyes low as you settle yourself in his arms, forcing your way into his hold. “Please?” You tack on, unafraid of his bite, his snarl, his growl. Bakugou sits there stiffly for what feels like a century, but you’re used to waiting.

He gathers you in his arms slowly, pulling you into his chest, his body covering yours completely. And if you let yourself relax enough, you can almost feel the warmth of his wings surrounding you again.

[schmweed]

[prettybbychim]

i can count on one hand the amount of female characters in this game that have made me stop and stare but damn She. stunning i’m in love

[entelodontidae]

Older little sketch animatic I forgot to post

Audio from S2 episode 47 - Inside the Actor’s Funeral

[i-trash-about-things]

It's 2 am and I can't sleep with the thought of Hobie Brown leaving kiss marks all over his s/o face

Like- Imagine it. supermodel Hobie Brown, chilling on the dressing room with his partner, just chilling with each other. Then, he just gets up, reaches for a container of dark lipstick and just... Slowly, teasingly, sets it on his lips...

S/o immediately turns away, pretending like they weren't watching practically not blinking how their boyfriend applied the paint to his pretty lips.

He chuckles, steps closer and sits beside them. Without warning, he grabs their face and just plants a big fat kiss in their cheek. Then on their forehead. Other cheek. Lips. Jaw. It goes on and on, all the s/o can feel at this point is his warm lips, cold piercing and the sticky feeling of the lipstick coating their entire face.

When he steps back, Hobie just has this absolutely smug look on his face as he sees his finished work.

"looking good, luv."

[frownyalfred]

I mean this in the best, most educational way:

You don’t get a gold star for not liking something.

If a tag, story or trope isn’t your thing, it doesn’t make you better — or more interesting, pure, appropriate, etc.

[5eraphim]

i once listened to an audio where the listener gets gangbanged by the mercs and scout's part was so cringe that i had to skip it (i mean, i suppose that was the point since its scout sfhgfdhfgh)

^why people who dunk on Scout are my favorite people on the internet exhibit 347146262

(also link??? like exclusively to cringe at Scout of course, and for absolutely no other reason whaaaat so everrrrr 👀)

[bellamyblakru]

i will never understand how some people can actively shit on something they know someone loves and finds joy in right in front of them. how can you hate something that makes someone else happy in this absolutely fucked world in front of them.

its the passive aggression for no reason i will never ever understand or do to others. if you have a passion, fucking LIVE it. if nothing else, passion gets us through every shitty day, and i will always support it.

have passion in spite of those who hate.

[arttsuka]

would you recommend ace attorney

Yes, definitely, absolutely

Some out of context screenshots from the original trilogy

[larkthorne]

everyone: I bet you're sooooo done being pregnant right!??

me: idk actually, I'm enjoying late pregnancy, I'm treasuring this quiet time with my husband preparing our home and minds to intentionally welcome our son, he can take all the time he needs I hope he's cozy in there! 🥰💞🤰✨️💗

my beloved beautiful baby and my body, conspiring together, adding on new discomforts every hour: lmao watch this *they high five*

[suzannahnatters]

Going back to revisit stories you haven't read in years is such a wild ride, you never know what you're in for. The gamut runs from "whoah this is terribly racist/ableist/misogynist" to "this is a much richer and more transcendent experience than I remember" to "yes I loathed this the first time I read it as an immature twerp and while I can see now that Valid Decisions Were Made...I STILL DON'T LIKE IT AND NOBODY CAN MAKE ME WOOOOOOOO"

[inkovert]

It really grinds my gears when people don’t appreciate story mechanics or have no sense of reading comprehension and say objectively wrong things like “this book was boring bc it had no plot and the characters didn’t develop at all.” Or “why did the author include all these extra unnecessary scenes that had no relevancy to the plot that I said was nonexistent, therefore stupidly contradicting myself”.

Mhm. Yeah. Hi hello. Those “extra unnecessary scenes???” not only did they LITERALLY MOVE THE PLOT FORWARD LIKE. NOTHING YOU READ AFTER COULD’VE HAPPENED OR WOULD’VE MADE SENSE IF YOU REMOVED THEM. But even if that WEREN’T true. Those “unnecessary scenes” literally served to provide the fucking character and relationship development that you said apparently didn’t take place

Like. Idk whether I just appreciate this stuff more and can see it plainly bc I’m a writer but like ??? How can you sit there and say something that you would know is objectively wrong if you actually sat down and thought about what you were reading??? if you wanted to read something simple and mindless that wouldn’t require you to think then I’m not sure why you picked up this book in the first place.

Like you’re entitled to your opinion or whatever but it’s still dumb. I’m screaming on behalf of writers and authors everywhere.

[hairtusk]

actually getting out of academia at this time in my life is the best thing i could've done for myself - i was wandering around like a ghost thinking only about theory and poetry and feeling superior to every single person around me. now i'm teaching special needs and disabled teenagers and i'm actively improving the lives of kids every day, making them laugh, having great conversations, helping them understand tricky concepts and feeling immensely proud. my students are the absolute best and it's such a joy when they engage with how i teach them and have fun learning. i still read and write poetry, read theory, and i've been thinking about d.h. lawrence non-stop for a month, but i now actually feel like a real person with people relying on me. i'm calm and patient and maternal and witty. i'm really good at my job. my job is not only important but fundamental to the lives of my kids. i'm doing good in the world and enjoying doing it because they make it worth it. this is the best thing i could've done for my own life. i'll go back to academia eventually, but i'm so glad i took this path right now in my life.

[crossbackpoke-check]

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

[cape-wearing-enigma]

heartbreaking: person dunking on popular thing you don’t like for petty personal reasons is doing it in a really annoying way