#my poor kid

[yume-fanfare]

happy branco season! these are all interchangeable

[inotevenknowwhatimdrawing]

A lil tired Gorgug

[nachoxpsi]

Okay I knew it, i knew Mrs McDonald burns his son with a cigarette for being a shit, but Macs traumatized expression was so good hahah i love this charmac road trip

[bellcza]

lamine shouldn’t have to apologize for the entire club 💔

[wishfulsketching]

I have finally finished season 2 of Arcane and can now enjoy your art without fear!!! They should be happy together 🥺

I take it "they" means zaundads because that is what I've been drawing the most BUT, lets be honest, applies to like 98% of the characters in the show.

They should've been a big happy familyyyy

[foldingfittedsheets]

I think something a lot of other people can relate to is the way that you get so conditioned to discomfort that you stop registering it.

I remember sitting at the table with my family, eating dinner as a child. I’d try to eat, because of course I was hungry. But sometimes the flavor or texture was so repugnant that it moved into a category of Not Food.

“Two more bites before you can leave the table.”

“I can’t,” I’d say, trying to explain the impossibility.

But because I was a child they heard, “I won’t,” and made me sit at the table. I’d sit in dull agonized silence, bored and hungry for hours until bedtime when they’d give up. I’d hate myself for not eating and my parents for forcing me to sit there. The few forcefeeding moments ended in vomit.

They’d say, “If you don’t eat this you can’t eat a snack later,” and I moved past trying to communicate my discomfort into accepting that I’d just be hungry.

That state of affairs didn’t last, because my parents realized nothing could force me to eat so they catered to my palate, worrying they’d starve me. But the message stuck. If you can’t do anything about a situation, just accept the suffering.

A few years later my mother called me off the playground to ask, “Are you limping?”

I shrugged. My feet had hurt for a long time, but that was just the way things were now. My mom pulled my socks and shoes off and gasped. The soles of my feet were covered in huge painful planters warts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” She demanded but I could only shrug at her. I’d learned a long time ago that saying things about my discomfort didn’t matter, so now I had no words. Sometimes things hurt and sometimes they don’t. I simply accepted and did my best.

Now as an adult trying to learn to improve my own conditions can be hard. If I make food that I can’t eat I’ll force myself to sit at the counter still, full of guilt and self loathing, trying to will myself to eat it.

At first I needed my betrothed to gently take it away to present me with something I could eat. Now on my own I can usually admit that it’s not happening before too long and get something else, but I still feel guilty.

Laying in bed at night waiting for my betrothed to finish getting ready I let out a huge sigh of relief when they turned the lights off.

“Why didn’t you turn them off if they bothered you?” they asked the first time it happened.

“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone.”

Assessing my physical state now to see if I can improve it is something I’m still relearning but I’m relieved to finally have the space and support to do it.

[kosatsatosh]

Hmm I was feeling cruel, so here are more jay sketches -

[misterpseudonym]

[a11eya]

“Who did this to you?”

Bakugou’s voice is low, dangerous. His eyes are sharp as they stare at you.

“What?” You blink rapidly at him.

After a year of being friends with Bakugou, you’re used to him frequently being at some level of pissed off or annoyed.

But you’ve never seen him look so angry. Like he could tear the world apart.

“This.”

You’re not prepared when Bakugou reaches up to angle your chin towards him, your breath catching as his calloused fingertips grip against your skin. He brushes his thumb, feather-light, against your cheekbone. It’s then you remember the bruise there.

“Oh! I had a practice bout with one of the new kids at our gym. He got in a lucky punch but hit me a little too hard. He’s still learning,” you say.

You smile at Bakugou and raise your hand to pat his, the one cupped against your cheek.

“Don’t worry, Bakugou. It looks worse than it actually is.”

Bakugou grunts. You expect him to step back, let go.

But he’s still, gaze locked on your face, thumb brushing back and forth against your skin like it doesn’t send shivers through your entire body, like it doesn’t make your face feel like the surface of the sun.

Nervous about his intense attention, you bite your bottom lip. Bakugou’s eyes drop to track the movement and stick there.

You can’t breathe. Is he…?

The sound of distant footsteps drawing nearer pops the bubble you’re in.

Bakugou pulls away. He doesn’t go too far, though, and because you’re so close, you can see that the tips of his ears are red, despite his neutral expression.

“Don’t box with that kid again,” he says, voice raspy, a little husky.

You swallow and nod before his words can process. Bakugou nods back, satisfied, before turning to walk away.

He’s halfway down the hallway before you come to your senses. Wait. You make a face.

“You’re not the boss of me!” you call at his retreating back.

He stops. Turns.

“What’d you say?” he asks, eyes narrowed at you, handsome face skewed into a scowl.

You know you should be intimidated, but. You think about the look in his eyes when he touched you. The heat of his palm.

So you just smile at him.

“You heard me.”

[logicaldelta]

I know in my heart of hearts that crime alley kid Jason Todd wouldn't be able to hear anything about the food bought by Bruce and Alfred without having a heart attack over the fact that they aren't choosing the cheapest option

Bruce is out here buying expensive name brand bacon when the store brand stuff is RIGHT THERE ! Alfred goes out of his way to buy the MOST expensive fruits and vegetables. Even Dick will grab the name brand candy without hesitation

But Jason is a bargain hunter, and no, he won't buy a pear that costs more than 30 cents because that is THEFT.

Dick takes him to really fancy stores just to see how he reacts because Bruce thought he was insane for reacting the same way when he first came to the manor and this is vindicating for him, because dammit Bruce, i told you this wasn't "normal for most kids"!

He'll grab a few things after school one day and boast about how little they cost him (and if he stole a lolly pop or two, who needs to know? The corporations won't miss it)

It gets to a point where Bruce comes to prefer some no name items, primarily because Jason would bring them out on patrol and happily offer him some and the memories of those moments make the low quality food taste better

[todaysbird]

being in pet owner groups sucks because you can be like “my dog is reactive due to past negative experiences with other dogs” and someone with a dog named Woodchips that’s eaten three floorboards and part of an interior wall and is a threat to society will tell you how you’ve failed to manage your dog and clearly you don’t understand training 💕

[littlelightfish]

Them <3

[copperpipes]

Tarantulas was ready to become a mom by the end of that episode

I would have loved an episode where nightshade goes feral and like starts hunting twitch and the human maltos (cuz they're prey sized compared to them)

Even if they just go feral for an episode my life would be complete 😌

And who had the briliant thought of giving the owl character an eagle ( edit.1: sorry, hawk. Thank you taggers) call? I just wanna talk :)

Edit.2 : I GET THAT ITS A HAWK YOU CAN STOP TELLING ME GEEZ

[exhausted-kari]

It is my god given right as a lesbian to love Stanley Pines and want him to have nice things, but I'm on a budget and fiddleford is okay enough I guess

[gnomewithalaptop]

Not Tim answering a work zoom in his boxers 💀

[chloesimaginationthings]

I’m really curious how you would draw the Five Missing Children.

Technically I’ve drawn them! Only the movie versions though, sometime I’ll do the game ones too!