#was this even a confession?

[opikiquu]

iknow my comics are ugly please just hear me out

[shigayokagayama]

mob psycho is the greatest show ever made because reigen being cancelled on twitter is one of the most important moments for his character as well as one of the most emotionally heavy episodes of the show but him being trapped in alone in a purgatory dimension slowly starving to death is treated as a gag and never mentioned again

[choccy-milky]

smooth, seb 👍 ((redraw of this scene from the goblet of fire))

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show.

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[itsthislake]

“Icarus.”

it's all about freedom really

Credit goes to An Sifakah for the poem. Enjoy!

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[himbosandhardwear]

Things Steve knows about Eddie Munson:

1. You cannot indulge him when he's in Renaissance Mode but ignoring it is actually worse. Give him a bow or an imaginary hat tip and he'll be satisfied.

2. He loves to pretend to have a bug in his hand to scare the girls but if he actually sees a spider he will make a noise only dogs can hear.

3. Insists Heavy Metal is the only genre worth listening to and yet knows every word to Queen, Bowie, and ABBA respectively.

4. Will stop whatever he's doing to pet a stray animal, even if the thing he's doing is driving.

5. Consistently leaves DnD notes lying around where anyone could happen by and read 'Mr Edward Harrington' scribbled in the margins. With little black hearts.

6. Does not understand when someone is flirting with him. Has fallen for the 'I'm not sure how Shotgunning works' gag six times with zero results.

7. Doesn't like fish sticks.

[rinsoap]

➣ includes : brother's best friend! suna rintaro. oh and also small age gap between him and the reader, only two ish years though. LOWKEY SUGGESTIVE? one mention of the reader not wearing a bra if that is something u deem suggestive.

note : i'm so in love with romantic and sexual tension between u n suna it's so fun to write! also lmk if u want a pt2 or something not sure what i'd do for a pt2 but y'all can send in some ideas lol

suna rintaro who is your brother’s best friend… he likes seeing you around the house, ready for bed looking so cute in your comfy shorts and a little top n no bra. he likes that he gets to see what you look like everyday instead of only seeing you dolled up. he likes when you’re glammed, of course, you always look stunning. he just likes stealing glances of you do everyday tasks.

like tonight, in the kitchen far too late in the night, he’ll lean against the doorframe as he watches you make a snack. he notices the curves of your shoulders, and how the small of your back peeks out from your top riding up a little. you’re still humming the song you’ve had stuck in your head all day. you turn around and surprised to see him, you gasp, causing him to widen his lazy half smile. you roll your eyes, party because he scared you, but also because he looks way too good. hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants loose around his hips, hair messy, and a white tank top on that fits him perfectly. he looks like a slut.

“what could you possibly want,” you sigh, and he shrugs in response. “just wanna see what you’re up to”

“where’s my brother? shouldn’t you be hanging with him?” you question, pointing a strawberry pop tart at him accusingly.

“he’s asleep” he closes the distance between you to take the pop tart out of your hand, taking a rather generous bite.

“rin stop, oh my god you just ate like half of it,” you exclaim, snatching it back, “you’ve already cleaned out half the fridge, when will your greedy ass be satisfied?”

“rin?” he cocks his head, his sleepy smile settling into a smug one, “you haven’t called me that since, like, elementary school” the eye contact he so casually maintains is difficult for you to keep, and your face gets furiously hot, looking away. “yeah well, i kind of thought you were embarrassed by it, so i got embarrassed and i stopped” you try to exit the conversation and walk past him to the doorway he was just standing in, trying to signal that you were going to leave to your bedroom. he follows you, much to your dismay. he leans against the doorway, his back to it, and you mimick his action. you're both looking directly at each other, and it feels weirdly intimate. seeing each other face on meant he could see every expression on your face.

“why would you think that? i wasn’t embarrassed.” he says, his eyes scan you from your painted toenails to the top of your head, but inevitably looking into your eyes. after a beat of hesitation, he continues talking. “...you know, i had a crush on you then. i was really sad when you stopped calling me it.”

the heat in your face returns as he laughs. how can he sit there and laugh after dropping this insane piece of information??

“you’re kidding. i totally liked you back, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you look at him incredulously, mouth agape and growing annoyed as you realize he was not as shocked finding out your feelings as you were in learning his.

“yeah, i figured. but your brother, you know? and just in case i wasn’t right, i didn’t want you to reject me and then show up at your house the next day to watch movies with your brother” he had a point. you remember those movie nights. you always wanted to watch with them, but your brother would always say no and kick you out of the room. suna always let you watch anyways, offering a seat on the couch beside him despite his best friend’s wishes.

the movie nights were not the only thing your mind was pondering on. if he knew about your crush then, did he know now? your feelings were much too complicated for you to call it a crush, and you'd like to think you've learned how to be at least a little subtle, so maybe he didn't know.

"that’s crazy. we just barely missed each other i guess” you finally say with a chuckle that turns into a thoughtful hum, glancing anywhere but his eyes.

"what? so, you don't have a crush on me anymore?" oh, so he did know. he easily closes the gap between you two, and for once, it doesn't seem like he's teasing you. "rin..." you say, mouth slightly open like you're going to add something else, but you don't. "i don't think we missed anything... am i wrong?" he leans towards, and you swear he's going to kiss you but he stops before your lips touch, "you can tell me if i'm wrong."

you grab his shirt and pull him in to press your lips against his, bringing him into a surprising, but long kiss. his hands thread through your hair, lingering in the moment. when you break away, they slide from your hair to the sides of your neck, and he has the dumbest smile on his face. "definitely not wrong."

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I always have a soft spot for characters who have a protective streak for another out of gratitude for their kindness towards them, but Charles’ protectiveness towards Edwin really hits a particular way because it’s so so apparent that it’s specifically about wanting Edwin to feel as safe and as comfortable around him as Edwin made Charles feel in his dying moments. I’m going to shatter like glass.

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

damn i've seen the infamous "i love you" in gifs and such but i. was not prepared for the deep unbridled sincerity with which hugh laurie delivered that line

[haunted-xander]

The punchline was originally just gonna be the last panel, but I thought it'd be funnier if he didn't even realize it for a long time lolol

[rottensouldier]

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It’s warm, soft light filtering through the curtains that Sirius forgot to pull closed last night. He’s on his back, staring at the ceiling, the plastic stars Remus had put up still glowing faintly. The same ones he has in his own room. There’s a moon, close to the light that Sirius insisted on having. It’s just above his head, a beacon in the night.

Remus is snoring quietly, the steady rhythm of his breathing just above the hiss of the radiator and Sirius turns. Rolling towards him, springs creaking and popping as the bed moves. He doesn’t have to worry about waking him, knows Remus will probably be out for another hour or two. Nothing but dead weight on the other side of the bed.

He’s hugging the pillow, face pressed into it, mouth parted. The furrow in his brow, the gentle expression of worry he always wears, is gone. Brow smooth, face calm. One of the few moments of the day Sirius gets to see him so serene.

Reaching out, Sirius brushes a few strands of hair off his face. He’s trying to get a better look. In the warm light, freckles blooming across his nose are just starting to appear like wildflowers fed by the sun. They line the corner of his lip, the side without the scars and Sirius trails his fingers over them.

Featherlight touch, tracing them like he’s committing them to memory. He could spend days exploring, mapping out every freckle on Remus’s face. Connecting them like constellations in the sky.

Stars surrounding the moon. Little love letters from the sun.

He’s focused, fixated on a cluster near his shoulder, disappearing in and out of the scars, when Remus moves. He sighs, chest heaving, arm moving blindly, reaching out and enveloping Sirius, pulling him in and Remus’s chest is warm.

“Love you.” he mumbles sleepily into Sirius’s forehead, lips pressed into his brow and he lets out a long breath.

“Love you too.” Sirius is right against him, nose to throat, arms wrapping around Remus’s waist. “You don’t want me to start breakfast?”

“Five more minutes.”

- one shot by @midnighttomoscow 💗

[inacatastrophicmind]

[kwillow]

Swimsuit season is well over now. Maybe it's for the best.

[deanpinterester]

it's fun how "villain gets tricked into confessing on video and now everyone hates them" is usually the resolution to a kids movie (monsters inc and coco do this for example) but i think the director from nimona is the only villain (that i've seen at least) who's wily enough to get out of being twitter cancelled

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Why are you running?

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[the-one-with-spider-brainrot]

draw these two being a cute couple

Hey fun fact, I ship them as well so have a sketch dump of them actually