#not at my computer rn

[420technoblazeit]

anyway powder's outfit in the au kind of looks like a combination of vander and silco's (one overalls strap unbuckled, collared undershirt and gold details) so i like to think theyre raising her together in that world

[barblaz-arts]

It's like catholic guilt or something idk

I'm not one for the who fell first who fell harder debate usually, but Charlie definitely fell first based on that flashback. And I don't need to elaborate who fell harder, cuz it's definitely Ms "I'll be your armor, I'll spend my life being your partner".

I like to think Vaggie spent some time kindly brushing off Charlie's advances because she was still holding out hope that she could somehow return to heaven. But eventually she decided that Hell's worth staying for as long as Charlie is with her, and that she'd help her achieve her dream of getting other sinners to ascend instead to make up for all the souls she destroyed.

[savleye]

Hades 2 early access art for Circe, Hades, Icarus, and Medea

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[elliott-forgott]

His shoulder hurts.

[theyhitthepentagon]

THIS IS MY OFFICE. AND MY LABORATORY

[faunandfloraas]

Seungmin in skz code, episode 58.

[beebfreeb]

The computer! It is my sona character.

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

Diabolik Lovers More Character Song SKiT Dolce Character Message Cards

EDIT: The cards have all been translated by the wonderful @otomehonyaku ♡〜٩( ˃▿˂ )۶〜♡. You can find the translations for the M bros here, and the S bros here!

Do NOT repost the scans anywhere!

[sobredunia]

AFTER AN ENTIRE YEAR OF WORK. THE FIRST PART OF THE PINK ANIMATION IS DONE. LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Yora goes out to buy a birthday gift for her friend, gets distracted and buys soda instead. that's it. that's the animation. nothing else happens. don't worry about it.

i'm going to tag everyone under the sun because i refuse to let this flop. look at my animation boy (also i have to divide it into groups of 5 bc if it's more than that tumblr won't tag them for some reason. webbed site)

@rotkad @sansxfuckyou @7hefear @beetroot-merchant @ashingtonkisihita

@h3xt0r @bree-sae @helloidkwhatimdoing-0 @zecrisketch @wist-eri

@sra-mothman @the-amaranthine-terminal @moreworldliness @ask-nonny-anything @ixesese

@iilmunchkiin @kami-kun1003 @duckbang @choccymilllk @wackpedion

@oswaldtheluckywolf @brightstarblogs @maryalezoo @ariapmdeol @rosakuma

@jareicanon @idiotic-b-gilson @biggie-chcese @astronic-fr @astro-inthestars

@therealcallmekd @ghoulcalculator64 @personalshredder @radioroxx @specklx

@highoncatfood @hollowgears @akuma-tenshi @draconicsparkle @silvesary

@hiveswap @scivious @zephyrnine @xhda1449x @sajdd

[colfy-wolfy]

if u waaant to destroy my sweateeerrrrrr. hold this thread as i wallk awwaaaaaay

[wuntrum]

new postcard prints available in my shawp :)

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: Hola!

Spreen: [Completely unprompted] I can't be homophobic, my btch is gay.

Tubbo: PFTTT—?!

Spreen: [Laughs as he jumps off the ledge]

Tubbo: [Continues laughing in confused delight]

[eeveekitti]

hi pressurizers may i make a humble offering

[tomatoart]

911 found the father in his car listening to the radio

[sleepymarimo]

➛ had some quick thoughts w toji and a barista!reader who works at a popular spot in tokyo

the first time you meet him, he’s getting his coffee paid for by a woman who looks a few years older than him. she exudes an aura of utter luxury, from her neatly painted nails to her leather purse.

he orders a coffee, black, giving you a glance, and that’s about it.

you don’t think much about the exchange, not really. so many customers come in to grab coffee, so another face isn’t a big deal.

yet, you start to notice him more and more. sometimes he comes in every week, maybe every other week, or a couple times a day- you never know. those deep green eyes and that rugged scar over his lip start to stand out to you, along with the company he brings in.

there seems to be a new woman with him each time. some are older, some are younger. they’re of all shapes and sizes, each with their own quirks.

and? they pay for him each time, without fail. you don’t even know his name, as his (what you assume to be) dates use their names for orders.

he starts to recognize you, too. his eyes pick up on something new each time, whether it be your new uniform or the stickers on your name tag. he comes when you’ve just opened, comes when you’re about to clock out.

when his dates happen to be particularly rude or fussy, he gives you a look that says “don’t ask.”

it gets to a point where you put in his order before he even reaches the front of the line.

you unknowingly become somewhat of a constant in his tumultuous life, and he doesn’t know if he likes it or not.

then, one day he comes in all by himself.

your fingers tap tap tap on your tablet, putting in an order for a single black coffee. there’s an awkward sort of tension as he stands before you, like you’re a stranger and acquaintance at the same time.

“hey,” he greets, picking up on how you look behind him, seeing if he’s brought in another woman. “just me today.”

you nod, pretending to start his order as if it’s not already inputted. “oh, okay! and to drink?”

a smirk grows on his face, a spark of challenge, of interest, in his eyes that you didn’t see with any other of the women he’s came in with. “you already know,” he speaks, confident.

ignoring how your cheeks warm, you smile and get out a laugh, looking away. “black coffee, got it,” you respond, thinking to yourself that this is the most you’ve spoken to him. “anything else?”

he clears his throat, reaching for a wad of cash tucked away in his pocket. “yeah,” comes his voice, deep, almost a rumble, a smidge of reluctance. “whatever ya want. y’er off in a few, aren’t ya? i was thinkin’ we could grab a table. talk.”

and maybe it’s your curiosity. or maybe you’re flattered by the fact that he’s actually paying for your coffee.

either way, you give him a smile and put in your order. “yeah, i’m just about done,” you reply, starting to feel excited for your chat with him. “and the name for the order?”

he’s pleased, a glimmer of satisfaction in his gaze as he hands you a few bills. “toji.”