#what a good boy

[tategaminu]

What if when his (and Rayla's) baby is born, Callum promises he will be the best father in the world? 🥹🥹🥹

[multishipper-baby]

LOOK AT THEM. BABIES.

[usagi-best-boy]

Chrollo Lucilfer

Hunter x Hunter

[bookishmeow]

I REPEAT: WE MUST PROTECT HIM AT ALL COST.

[ghost-inthe-hall]

A smiling Vessel 😍😍😍

[letstalkaboutf1]

🔔 Max noticed that a fan was too shy to approach him, and was just watching max quietly, even though he had everything ready. He saw, went over and signed it for him so happily. that’s a good fan. and that’s our good man.

[fisheito]

the leash isn't even anchored to anything

[deerfests]

[honeycombhank]

Pickles pie

He has such a curiosity for life

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

Throwback Thursday 📻

ASP - MTV 1st Time Voters (Oct 2020)

Link

[zooliminology]

Hi,

I’m reaching out to let you know that your small white bathtub boy looks exactly like my dog when he is napping.

Love your content!

(ps: the dogs name is casper!)

[naffeclipse]

Idk how much it interests you but I realize I haven't shown you my little very vaguely cryptid sightings vest since before I got my puppy so here he is in it, this is Astro, he's an almost 6 month old labrador retriever, and the biggest doofus.

I want to get a little black and white heart patch that says "Sweetie" in cursive to go where the moth patch is but haven't gotten around to it yet

Oh, that's so cute! I love the CS inspiration, ahhh! What a good pup! <3 (I love labs! Our family pet is named MJ and she's a chocolate lab!)

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you @aizawasluckylady for this lovely Skull meetcute <3 who doesn’t love a knight in shining waterproofs?

...

“... are you... okay?”

... You looked up, shocked to see another person, quickly fixing a polite smile to your face despite the obvious nervousness written all over you. 

“I-I’m fine!”

... You weren’t fine. 

You’d broken one of the most important, cardinal rules of hiking- you hadn’t told anyone where you were going. This was a trail you’d walked a hundred times, maybe more... a beautiful and easy route through a forested valley that stopped by many scenic areas, like giant trees and little waterfalls, a river with calm pools you could take a swim in, ideal picnic spots and clearings full of flowers. You just wanted an easy hike, it had been raining all day for a few days straight and the sky was finally clear. Just something familiar to clear your head. It hadn’t even crossed your mind to text someone- you knew the trail so well after all. Sure, there was no signal for most of the walk... but what could go wrong?

... And then, when coming down a verge, you’d slipped on wet ground; and when you landed, you felt something in your foot go crack.

... You’d been sitting on grass by the side of the path for about a quarter of an hour now, alone and gradually getting colder and colder, watching in horror as your ankle started to swell and the pain gradually increased. Walking was absolutely out of the question. No phone signal to call for help, no way anyone at home knew you were in trouble... no way you could possibly hike out again with your foot the way it was.

...

The stranger looking down at you was the first person you’d encountered on the trail today. A bear of a man almost twice your height, definitely twice your width, he had the shoulders of an ox... the calm, gentle aura of one, too. Dressed in old black pants and a waterproof blue coat with the hood pulled up, he was a skeleton monster with a cracked skull and impressively jagged teeth. Only one socket had an eye in it, an engorged red iris bigger than your hand that slowly migrated between your face, foot, and face again.

(His hiking boots were bigger than your head.)

“you...” his voice was a low drawl, rusty from what you assumed was disuse, as his head slightly cocked. “don’t look fine.”

You hoped the pink in your cheeks would just come across as chill.

“I-I just hurt my foot. I’ll be fine in a minute.”

... He grunted, pulling his hood off and slowly crouching down to your level. He was huge- you started moving, like you were going to sit up. You weren’t scared of him, you were just terrified of even slightly inconveniencing someone.

“... i’m skull.” He said, softly, not meeting your eye, like he wasn’t used to introducing himself.

“... (y-y/n). I’m fine, really. I just need some rest.”

“can i see?” His huge eye remained on your foot. “i’m... good with bones, heh.”

... A joke? 

“... O-oh. Alright.”

He reached out, extremely gently, his giant claws looked to your leg how a hand would usually look to a wrist. It was so bizarre- usually, any stranger this near to you would set off every ‘too close’ instinct you had in you. But ‘Skull’ just felt... trustworthy? You looked at his face curiously as he examined your leg. You felt like you could allow him close- you hadn’t so much as thought twice about letting him into your personal space bubble to inspect your foot. It just felt obvious that he wouldn’t hurt you.

... With an impressive carefulness, he lifted your pant leg, observing the skin of the swelling limb. A noticeable crease appeared between his brows.

...

“... I-is it bad?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“sprained.” He mumbled, pulling your pant leg back down again, eyelight narrowing in on you. “might... be broken. no walking.”

“... O-oh.”

...

... How were you going to get back home? If your ankle was badly injured there was no way you could make it. Shit. This was bad. The distress settling on your face was quite obvious.

Skull’s head cocked, eyelight on your face now. He spoke gently. “... is... no one... with you?”

“N-no.” You admitted, face warming with embarrassment at your rookie error. “I-it’s okay. I’ll call someone, figure something out.”

“... got signal?”

“... No, but I can-”

... He didn’t waste any time. His giant arms reached out, you felt light pressure on your back, and suddenly you were lifted high into the air, scooped up into his arms like a princess. You let out a tiny yelp and grabbed onto his coat- he was warm, really warm, it was nice after so long sitting in damp grass. Skull seemed to only take a moment to check you were secure in his grip, one one arm around your back and the other under your knees... then he let out a small assured breath from his nasal cavity and started walking down the path.

Your face was probably absolutely crimson at this point, grip on his coat tight. He walked so quickly thanks to his huge strides, you could hardly believe how fast he moved at a normal pace. “Y-you don’t have to...!”

“you need... to rest the foot.” His eyelight shifted, peering down at you. “s’okay, i don’t mind.”

Your ears felt like they were going to set alight. “A-am I not... too...?”

...

He gave you a look, you didn’t need to finish that particular sentence. His socket narrowed slightly, and his smile lifted at the corners, like he found it funny.

“... you’re tiny.” He said, simply.

... You swallowed. Yeah... everyone was probably tiny to him. He was carrying you like you weighed little more than a hoodie he’d found on the back of a chair, and he seemed perfectly comfortable and content to hold you the way he was.

“W-where are we going?” 

“car park.” He replied, you could feel his voice through his chest. “signal there. easy pickup.”

...

His arms were incredibly comfy, being as big as they were. You felt fully supported, you could completely lean into his chest... a wave of relief suddenly washed over you- you didn’t have to worry anymore. Someone was helping you, you were going to be fine.

“... Thank you.” You said, small, shaky. “I-I really appreciate your help.”

“... course.”

...

“... what, mh... made you... come out here?”

You were surprised by how chatty he was. He struck you as the kind of guy to stay quiet for long periods of time... yet he seemed keen to get a conversation going. Was that normal for him?

“... I walk here a lot.” You looked out at the trees as they passed by. “It’s one of my favourite spots. Very atmospheric... the river here is great, there’s swim spots but there’s also parts where it’s shallow for miles and you can walk in the river the whole way.” A smile appeared on your face. “... Usually the good swim spots are full of people but this one is out of the way enough for people to not know it. Not that I was swimming today... it’s just a nice area. Y’know, if you come at night here at the right time, you get so many fireflies... I just really like being here. Or outside in general. I...”

... You pursed your lips. You were suddenly aware of how much you were talking. He probably didn’t want a novel when his question was just why you were out walking here today.

...

“... m’not... great with words.”

You blinked, looking up at Skull. His voice was even softer than before. His eyelight shifted, peering down at you... then it moved away again, that blue shade reappearing on his cheekbones.

“but... i, uh... i really like listenin’. to you. if you... don’t mind... talking more.”

...

You went pink too, in turn.

“... O-oh. Okay.”

[wheelersblue]

Justice for Will's doggy

[mari-lair]

do you happen to know why teru aoi and akane are sometimes called the sunflower trio? I prefer 'terrible/awful/unbearable trio' personally, but I can't find anything about them and sunflowers

The reason they're called the sunflower trio is because of how sunflowers could be used to tell time. So you got flowers for Aoi, time for Akane, and the sun for Teru.

source: this ask

I personally like 'awful trio' more too, or even 'awful personality trio'.

[defiledcinephile]

I was hoping for more Pup Stuff in this series and Alex has absolutely delivered early doors

I'm now imagining him obediently at Greg's heel for forty five minutes a day getting in his daily exercise