#my brother just texted me: ‘lol.’

[dickfuckk]

Modern Au with Ed and Stede except they text like middle aged ppl.

like “great… can’t wait to meet…” & “that’s funny.”

Bonus if only one of them is like that and the other person is losing their mind and desperately trying to figure out if person A is mad at them or not

[iridescent-serpent]

Hi @yknow-fuck it’s Me Again :)

Back to feed you Thrice :)

Also a free Bay Oppy and G1 Oppy phone doodle bc I’ve been hit Hard with the “basic protag” liker curse 😔 (it is. Chronic.)

[cr0wc0rpse]

Bitches love my 34”x22” Trigun 98 poster I found at the thrift store

[the-kinning-hour]

Kurogiri doesn’t remember what it’s like to be human. He didn’t even really know that he was human, at any point in his life.

For this reason, caring for Tomura was often hard. Despite being hardwired as a protector and a guardian, he was much less naturally proficient at the delicate empathetic touch that parenting needed. He didn’t know the smallest of things. That was very obvious the first time Tomura fell ill under his care. While the boy himself didn’t seem super concerned despite his abject misery, Kurogiri panicked. He couldn’t possibly ask All For One for assistance—the man clearly wanted to leave the nuances of raising a child to Kurogiri, and bothering the Master would prove no good for anyone.

Thus, Kurogiri taught himself how to use the internet. He scoured every forum he could understand how to open, searching for just what Tomura could be afflicted with (the amount of results were extremely worrying, just how fickle were humans?) and how to treat it.

Eventually, he settled for simply gathering as many of the offered treatments as he could. Over the counter medicines, antibiotics, vitamins, a humidifier, what are these patches even for again?, heated blanket, but also plenty of ice packs, is there a difference between chicken stock and chicken broth?, vapo-rub, hydrating lotion and oils, so much honeyed tea that Tomura became repulsed by the scent of it, and more cough drops than any sane person should have in one building.

These things quickly became Kurogiri’s fallback for any illness. Tomura would sometimes hide his sickness, when it came about, to avoid the intensive remedies, but Kurogiri insisted. It always worked before, hadn’t it? The misty nomu was proud of his ingenuity and his medical abilities.

At least, until the League came in.

When Kurogiri had broken the news that Tomura would not be present—sick, with what could probably range from influenza to appendicitis to a moderate cold as far as Kurogiri was aware—it garnered a myriad of reactions. Spinner, Magne and Compress at least had the mild manner to look a bit concerned, to varying degrees. Dabi just laughed.

All of them responded with bewilderment when Kurogiri began rounding up his usual treatment measures, however. Dabi asked rather bluntly, “Hold up, the fuck is all of that?”

Kurogiri looked at them all blanky and responded simply, “I must look after Tomura Shigaraki while he is ill.”

The League exchanged some looks then. A silent conversation he wasn’t privy to seemed to play out before his very eyes. Twice got too bored to bother involving himself, Toga soon to follow when she supposedly caught the drift that Kurogiri was missing. Spinner shuffled his feet and looked away. Compress, Magne, and a very disgruntled Dabi broke what remained of the staring competition all at the same time. Compress in particular put a hand on Kurogiri’s arm and insisted, “Actually, why don’t we assist you? You can put all of that down, dear. We don’t need it. …Any of it. Really, put it down.”

Kurogiri watched anxiously as the eldest of the League shuffled around his own kitchen. Compress pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, letting it sit on the counter for seemingly no reason at all. He then dug around the extensively filled medicine basket for a particular bottle, plucking two pills from it. Dabi set about making the angriest miso soup Kurogiri has ever witnessed. Magne busied herself with tea, because apparently the water wouldn’t be enough.

When the three of them were ready, they all ventured to Tomura’s room. Kurogiri tried not to worry too much. Some food and water? That’s all? Compress did grab some medicine—but not much at all! He trusted his colleagues, but he wouldn’t leave Tomura’s health to anyone else so confidently. Tomura has always had a poor constitution. Kurogiri resolved to check on the boy later discreetly, when the others’ feelings couldn’t be hurt.

When he went up to Tomura’s room that night, he was stunned to see the boy peacefully tapping away on his “switch” that he normally avoided in sickness because of eye aches and nausea. When Kurogiri asked after his health, Tomura had no response beyond a grunt of affirmation. He had healed… within a day? That had never happened before, not once! What sort of sorcery was this?

When he expressed his bafflement to Compress from the other side of the bar counter, the magician only laughed and patted his arm again. “You worry too much,” he said with what sounded like a grin. “Heaven only knows what quack doctor told you to get all of that other stuff! Some water and medicine every few hours can kick even the worst of sickness.” When Kurogiri was still confused, Compress tilted his head. “Haven’t you ever fallen ill? Toughed out a cold with some cough syrup?”

When Kurogiri still did not answer, the magician sighed. “You are a mystery, my dear,” he said ruefully.

Kurogiri felt the silliest he had in a while.

[lale-txt]

˚₊·͟͟͞͞➳❥ older Miya sister who is the calm between two storms. who picks her brothers up from preschool because their mother is working double shifts at the hospital and their father fucked off shortly after the twins were born. who is there when they loose their baby teeth and puts rainbow bandaids on their bruised knees. who wakes up in the morning finding the two of them curled up next to her after another nightmare. who teaches them how to ride a bike and tie their shoes. who gets asked the "who is your favorite brother?" question a dozen times a day and ends every argument by peppering their chubby little cheeks with kisses till they forget what they argued about to begin with. who never has a hand free when they go outside because they insist on holding hers. who can tell from the sound of nee-san alone what kind of mood they're in. who always finds the right words as they grow older and their sorrows grow bigger, too. who is riddled with guilt and anxiety when she moves out to go after her dream, feeling like she's leaving them behind. who knows it was all worth it once she sees them chasing their own dreams, too. who now has to tip her head back when she wants to look them in the eyes and who still gets asked who her favorite brother is; and the answer is always both. i love you both so, so much.

[blobbei-art]

Light redesigns of Romeo and Delilah!

I do like their designs but I thought you could push them a little more. They're very rough, I was just doodling these for fun! Ended sparking some new headcanons i incorporated specific to these designs.

Can't decide whether I like the OG ambiguous robe or clearly a hospital gown for Romeo but I really wanted to see him with the gown!

[travelingtwentysomething]

Brothers are fucking STUUUUUUPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDD FYCKING HELP ME

[aldieb]

i had given it like 50-50 odds that [baggage about a particular subset of changes] would make me need to pause or stop t and it’s a little weird in here for sure but what i hadn’t factored into the calculations was how every element of the overall noise in my head would somehow get turned down like a radio and thus become easy to deal with. peace and QUIET

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[bunnyboy-juice]

huh. the smallest silliest things really do pull me from my own head

[neothebean]

My baby nephew is very large, he's three months old but he's wearing six and nine month clothes

Very beautiful, very powerful

[gracelandmp3]

look up adriana varejão if you liked that gore wall. i've seen that wall irl and many more of her pieces. i love when she makes eviscerated canvases

HELLOOOOO these all fuck INCREDIBLY hard and seem like they would go EVEN HARDER as installations not just images :0 thank u so much

(image description: a selection of pieces by brazilian artist adriana varejão. several feature motifs frm traditional portuguese tilework, a common feature of all the pieces shown is that the surface canvas or tile is broken / torn / gouged / sloughing away to reveal bloody viscera underneath)

[mariemariemaria]

my father has apologised

[johndonneswife]

someone really should be talking about how difficult it is to plan a wedding - a gay wedding - when both of your families fucking suck

[oliapfel]

Culinary school is to a real service line the same way College prep in High School is to College

Gives you a false impression on how the "real world" works. The moment you step foot on the line the whole "you have to do everything alone" mindset becomes more a hindrance than culinary school leads you to believe.

Don't get me wrong, I get the need to learn all the individual skills yourself to be more prepared, but they pretend like you have to do a whole menu of varying items completely alone when that's just not the case. You are a team that works together and if one falls behind, the rest are there to help pick up the slack. If the person in charge of omelets is overwhelmed, you take some tasks off their hands.

[reminiscentrainclouds]

Okay so I should Not be left in a small dorm room alone all day with nothing to do except study because I am Not good at motivating myself to do things. It's been a real girlfail (gender neutral) kind of day.