#start a cleaning business

[xxhatchetxx]

Opps! All pak! A non sentient Irken that I designed based off of Irken ships

[rexwrendraws]

the circus is coming to town, and what a selection of curiosities it has... 🎪

As soon as I saw the posters @amielot drew for the circus in their Horse Girl AU, I knew I had to try my hand at coloring them in! This AU has stolen my entire heart— if you haven't looked through the AU comics yet, DO THAT RIGHT NOW!! THEY'RE EXCELLENT!!

This poster is my colors on @amielot 's drawing, using @aquabluejay 's summoning circle asset in the background :) Insp under the cut—

Colors and textures were greatly inspired by painted circus/carnival posters, especially this one:

[kitamars]

woagh

[benetnvsch]

look at him go ,, my little meow meow,,,

[ramblebramblefun]

The back pieces of Dynamight's mask tilt this way and that like some kind of weather vane, as the wind picks up before the storm.

Red sky at morning. Hero's sure warning.

He looks... Well, he looks like Kacchan always does, just with dramatic lighting. Backlit by the red rising sun, he looks like a villain's sure warning, with his lips pulled down in a familiar frown and the knowledge Izuku has of just what he's capable of.

Kacchan's amazing.

... He doesn't do well in the rain though.

Kacchan is scowling at the clouds on the horizon like the weather is conspiring to personally offend him.

That's not very likely; Izuku has been dutifully checking the weather each time Dynamight and Deku are scheduled to patrol together, and learning a little about how weather forms while he's at it.

(If Kacchan's still going to call him a nerd, he might as well live up to it.)

High pressure systems, low pressure systems, convection currents, latitude, the jet stream, the water cycle, rain shadows-

Izuku could tell you all about the weather, but Kacchan would probably tell him to shut up and drag him away to do "more important things."

Patrol is very important, but somehow Izuku doesn't think that's what Kacchan means.

For example, if Izuku were to attempt to inform Kacchan all about the weather, he has the sneaking suspicion that Kacchan would just let him. Kacchan's eyes might glaze over and he might practically fall asleep on his feet, but he would grimly continue on in his Kacchan way, trying his best to give Izuku his full attention.

And then blow up someone else.

Kacchan's been like that since the war. Izuku can do almost whatever he wants, and Kacchan will pretend that it's fine.

It's not fine, though.

Izuku almost wishes sometimes that things would go back to the way they used to be, when Kacchan would blow up at him and assert his boundaries so that Izuku knew where not to step next time.

It had been awful, but by the end of middle school Kacchan had actually been a lot better than he had been at the beginning, the Incident notwithstanding. Or, rather, Izuku had gotten better at squishing himself into the little box that Kacchan demanded that he inhabit.

Izuku doesn't even want to tell Kacchan about the weather. He can tell Ochako, who will laugh at his enthusiasm, or Shouto, who will respond with a thumbs up and a smiley face emoji. That's his thing, lately.

But if Izuku wanted to tell Kacchan about the weather, then Kacchan would let him, even though he really did not give two shits and would probably rather do anything else than stand on a rooftop listening to Izuku ramble on about how in the southern hemisphere the winds are so strong that they call them-

Anyway. That's not the point.

The point is... The point is, Izuku can never really be sure if Kacchan actually wants to hear Izuku talk about things-that-are-not-the-weather, or if he's just humouring him because Kacchan's just weird like that now.

Like, yeah, Izuku and Kacchan are friends now, and that's amazing, Kacchan's amazing, but...

But. They are standing on a rooftop, taking a break, and Izuku has no idea what to say to him.

Hello? The weather looks crappy?

How are you? Do you think you'll be okay?

Are we okay? How do I talk to you? What do you like to talk about? Because you will not throw me off this building if I open my mouth, but that doesn't mean you care about what I have to say? I'm not fucking fragile? I won't cry if you tell me to shut up? Or at least pick another topic?

Izuku could explain Kacchan's own quirk back to him in a way that makes his eyes narrow in intrigue, but he cannot, for the life of him, tell what's going on in Kacchan's head.

He used to have a pretty good read on him. Izuku used to own the dictionary to Kacchanese, and every time Kacchan did something, Izuku would know why.

Izuku does not know why Kacchan is standing on a rooftop next to him, watching him out of the corner of his eye.

He's been doing that a lot lately, too. Looking at Izuku when he seems to think Izuku won't notice.

That's silly. Izuku always notices. It's Kacchan. If Kacchan's looking at him-

Then Izuku is looking right back.

Kacchan doesn't even startle when he realises Izuku has caught him in the act. The old Kacchan might have blustered something about Izuku being the one staring at him all the time, but new Kacchan...

New Kacchan just raises an eyebrow.

A challenge.

Izuku can do challenge.

He lets his lips pull up in the start of Deku's signature smile.

Dynamight grins right back.

And then they're off, and they're going to have to talk, one of these days, about how Izuku is supposed to talk to this new, quieter, overly permissive Kacchan and how all that crap in middle school doesn't mean that Kacchan isn't allowed to have boundaries now and how maybe they should both see a therapist like how Tsuyu told him last week, but for now, today, jumping off a skyscraper-

For now, Izuku has a race to win.

First one to the scene, first one home, first to reach number one- The rest of their lives, chasing each other, just like this.

Bring it on.

[boycritter]

i was somehow born to the two most freakishly self-disciplined people on this planet earth who seem to have no clue that they are the outliers. unfortunately what this means for me is that whenever i am not freakishly self-disciplined they act as if i have failed spectacularly instead of behaving like a normal human being

[serainechor]

just met vivi but i love her already

[articskele]

“...Wrong? Why would anything go wrong?”

Without further ado, a stimboard for @ask-the-biggering-onceler!

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[wifihunters]

y'all week one of being on adderall and with all genuine feeling this is wild in a very good way

[jessica-larson]

Transform spaces with our Carpet Cleaning Business Plan—a brief blend of cleaning mastery, eco-friendly practices, and client delight. Join us in redefining the cleaning landscape, where each carpet becomes a story of freshness and satisfaction.

[throughpatchesofviolet]

I want to turn the LoR notebook I bought last year into a sticker book ... but also I'm terrified I'll ruin either the stickers or the book.

[whumpacabra]

Renovations

Or AI-less Whumptober 10: “You don’t need to earn this.”

Stress cleaning, comfort, implied poor self worth, implied romantic relationship, implied past captivity

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“East?” Jackson sighed, seeing his husband had stress cleaned the entire fist floor. For the second time this week.

“Down here.” East’s voice rose from the basement, muffled by the distance.

Jackson descended the rickety stairs into the unfinished cellar. East was crouched by the corner, measuring tape in hands and a notepad beside him. He smiled up at Jackson, covered in dust.

“Hi. I was thinking we could get the flooring in here redone. Seal up this concrete - they do epoxy floors these days, do you think that’s expensive? Either way, I was just thinking we could get this all cleaned up by spring.”

“That’s great, love.” Jackson sighed as his husband rambled, turning away to scribble down a note. “I saw you cleaned the kitchen again.”

“Mhm. Well, I spilled some sauce when we made lasagna the other day and the linoleum was stained so I figured a deep clean could help even it out.”

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” Jackson sat at the end of the stairs, opposite of where his husband was sitting on the concrete floor.

(East hated the basement. Hated concrete floors and dark cold rooms with only one exit.)

“What? We need to renovate - the resale value - ”

“You don’t need to earn this, love.” East fell quiet, looking away from Jackson’s soft, searching eyes. “It’s good to have projects, and I like that you help keep this place clean, but I just…”

“ ‘m not…doing this because I want to…earn it…” East mumbled unconvincingly, clutching the measuring tape and notepad to his chest.

“Then why are you down here?”

Easy said nothing, eyes glued to the floor as he swallowed whatever retort had climbed up his throat.

“…come here, love.”

Jackson said softly, holding out a hand. East half crawled half scooted over the concrete floor, eyes still down cast and hands tight around the tools. Jackson gently lifted his husband’s face, thumb stroke the stubble along his jaw. He kept his voice soft and low, almost a whisper.

“I love you. You’re worth more than you know, just the way you are.”

“…please don’t lie to me, Jackson.” East begged, voice rasping and broken as he leaned into his husband’s touch. Jackson wrapped his arms around East, rocking him gently.

“I’m not lying. I love you. You don’t need to earn a place here.” Jackson kissed the top of his head, ignoring the concrete dust in East’s hair. “I’ve had a place here for you before I even knew you.”

East sighed into Jackson’s arms, returning the hug with shaking arms. He might have actually believed him.

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(Part of my Freelancers: Boy Meets World series)

Taglist: @stargeode @sacredwrath @genuineformality

[julykings]

i found my favorite lazy summer day routine :-)

[radioisntdead]

listening to ASMR again, WHY DO THEY KEEP KILLING OFF MY FAMILY??? WHAT DID THEY DO?? THEY COULD BE ALIVE? THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PLOT YOU JUST KILLED THEM OFF FOR FUN???

[jrueships]

Bought one of my lil nephew giannis shoes for his birthday bcs he loves giannis and these are some of the ugliest fucking things I have ever laid my eyes on in my life. anyways it's his bday today so i gave them to him. but they are so ugly. he loves them

[vanosslirious]

Kryoz: Oh. Can you get that one I tossed behind you?

SMii7y: The head? *laughs*