#who picks his nose

[farleyparley]

My eight year old little brother… saw I was sad… remembered my favorite character… and DREW HIM FOR ME. BY HIMSELF. HE HAS FINE MOTOR ISSUES. HE CANNOT HOLD A PENCIL THE RIGHT WAY. I AM BEYOND EMOTIONALLY WRECKED

HE IS SO AMAZING I GENUINELY CANNOT. HE SAT HIS LITTLE ASS DOWN AND DREW ARTHUR MORGAN WITHOUT TRACING SHIT. HE’S NEVER DRAWN MORE THAN STICK FIGURES.

Crying and throwing up

[humming-fly]

as expected the fma mobile game event side story that inexplicably features og greed and ling as high schoolers is just as wildly batshit as you'd expect - all these shitposts are all taken nearly Verbatim from the translation shit really was just that funny i still laugh when i think about it

(also in case ya'lld like to see it for yourself i saved all the screenshots and google translations to a zip file here though fair warning they may or may not be in order good luck o7)

[buff-muffin]

Sabo defiantly used his amnesia as an excuse to choose not to remember peoples names. like he's fully capable of remembering who you are. he has the number of every single rev phone memorised. but he will just choose not to remember your name cause he doesn't care and be like "i have/had amnesia my memories a lil fuzzy :("

[kacievvbbbb]

While I think Garp would be soley responsible for Mihawk’s hair falling out in clumps if they spent any amount of time together

I do think garp and Zoro would get on splendidly. As they are after all the same flavor of person.

any attempt to put all three of them in the same room will give Mihawk ulcers.

Mihawk would comment on their stupidity

Garp would respond “ain’t got to be smart to be a marine” and zoro would raise his glass in salute “ here, here”

And Mihawk’s blood pressure would reach levels previously inaccessible by man.

[a-a-a-anon]

rik and ade as students/young actors. from bottom: exposed

[lord-squiggletits]

Canon Pharma:

Has like one friend and that one friend is barely even nice to him

(That best friend is Ratchet who's notoriously coarse and more common folk aligned than anything)

Eyes the size of saucers with like 3 pairs of bags underneath them (looks like he hasn't slept in months)

Blatant signs of mental illness (mania)

Exaggerated theatrical air, constantly making dumb puns and jokes to the amusement of literally no one

Everyone hates him, like literally everyone

Has two defining traits one of which is being a massive supernerd (a really good doctor) the other of which is being neurotic (alleged "control freak")

Locked himself up for two months and came out with enough research notes to develop cures to 5 different terminal illnesses

Literally needed an alt mode exemption to get put in the intellectual class and be allowed to be a doctor bc he comes from an oppressed class

Somehow has less charisma than Ratchet who will snark/insult his patients to their face and openly say "damn I wish he would just die" a couple times

The MTMTE fandom 10 years ago, for some reason: "Ah yes, THIS GUY, yeah this guy is DEFINITELY the posh elitist snob who hates poor people out of all of the Autobots"

How in the fuck did anyone at any point in time look at the sopping wet disaster of a nerd from an oppressed social class that is Pharma and assume that this soaked kitten of a man was the best guy out of the whole cast to fanonize as a rich upper class socialite who loves decadence. Like what. That's not even an alternate character interpretation you just pulled an entire guy out of your brain like some malformed birth of Athena.

[poppurini]

sighs. snuggling up close to lilia and hiding your heated face against his chest because he’s just so dreamy and you feel so safe and protected in his embrace, recalling back to the days when you thought he wouldn’t even see you this way. his soothing lullabies that lures you to dreamland, his reassuring touch lingering on you, drawing random shapes on your skin and making you guess them. his calm and deep chuckle when you barely said your answer coherently. “Sleepy already?” and lightly pinches your cheek when you nod a little against him and hums a response. hugging him just a little tighter and breathes in his scent, smiling to yourself when you feel him kissing the crown of your head.

[tswwwit]

if you could

would you boop bill?

I would, then I would die horribly shortly afterward. And it would be worth it.

[catastrophcblues]

BEANIE BOY 🥰

[bigassbowlingballhead]

the most unbelievable thing of heartstopper is that Charlie Spring read the song of Achilles before Isaac.

[manmilkers]

Yamamoto and the rest of the captains in the meeting everytime kurotsuchi suggests thee MOST needlessly unethical, fucked up, demented solution to any slight difficulty they're facing:

[softquietsteadylove]

oh nooooo you've done it again and now heracles au is my new favorite au (what a shame!!!!). seriously that was PRECIOUS and i'd love to see more, maybe he gets himself into trouble and gil and thena have to get him out of it?? cue worry wart gil and thena being annoyed that she was worried sick about him too

"Have you seen the boy?"

Phastos barely looked up from his current project. "The boy--come on, T, you gotta be more specific."

But Sersi had no coyness, looking away from their irrigation plans with a worried expression, "Heracles? No, I haven't-"

Thena continued, becoming increasingly more off put with every person she had to ask. First the young pup won't leave her be and now he's nowhere to be found?

But Gilgamesh was worried. He had been expecting young Heracles to show up at the bake house to sample some pastries, if not get some bread ends for himself. But when the child hadn't shown up, of course sweet hearted Gil became anxious.

She had found him already out searching for the child. That was the only reason she was joining in the effort. If anything, she was increasingly incensed that he would put Gilgamesh through such torment.

Thena walked swiftly, even leaning forward in her stride, walking like a hunter. People not even remotely close to her stepped aside, not wanting to incur any wrath from the Goddess of War. She looked at the edges of the streets, trying to spot any small head of blonde barely a metre off the ground.

"You!"

The guards startled but turned and stood at attention. Their eyes did exchange a look of terror or two.

She walked straight to them, palms already sparkling. "Where is the boy?"

They looked between themselves. Their captain - still without a replacement for the helmet she had defaced last they met - stuttered, "uh, a-a boy, Goddess?"

She gripped the edge of his armour, lifting him off the ground. "The boy--the orphan whose only possession you broke! When did you last see him?!"

Any crowd that was gathered to see the goddess Athena walking the streets was turning and running by now. She shook the man the way she would rattle a jar stubborn to give up the last of its sweets.

"W-W have not seen him, Goddess, we swear upon-"

"Upon what--me?" she snarled at them. She dropped the man to the ground. "If you do see him you will report to me immediately. If I find him first, you will swear upon your own lives not to cause me such bother again!"

The guards scurried off. Perhaps they would take heed and give her a wider berth from now on (she could only hope as much).

"Heracles!" she resorted to shouting his name as she walked. This was the reason she referred to him as a stray. He was loyal, gentle in nature, and - usually - he came running when called.

Poor Gilgamesh would be worried sick.

"You haven't found him either?"

The two streets joined in a point. She frowned at the look on Gil's face, twisted in worry. He was walking around with a pastry in hand, as if to lure the boy out of hiding with it. She shook her head.

Gilgamesh sighed heavily, walking with her as they headed in the same direction. "I know he's probably fine. But you know how that kid likes to get into trouble.

"Indeed," she grumbled. She did know just how much the boy liked to seek out mischief under the guise of being brave. But her anger had to compete with the occupation of her mind Gilgamesh commanded. She took his free hand in hers, "we will find him."

He smiled at her at least, pulling the hand up to his lips.

"Let me go!"

Thena took off like a shot. Gilgamesh wasn't far behind her but she leapt through the streets, propelling herself the way a goddess should. "Heracles!"

"Lemme go!" the small voice repeated, little legs kicking in the air. "I said lemme go or the Champion is gonna show you!"

The shop owner was unmoved, holding Heracles by the back of his tunic like a stray kitten. "Ooh, the great Champion is gonna come save you?"

She would scold him for using Gilgamesh as an excuse for his mischief later. She slid on the cobblestones and stormed over to the man. "Unhand him!"

"Goddess Athena!" the man startled, letting go of the boy.

Heracles landed on his back but recovered quickly, scurrying behind her legs. "He said he was gonna throw me in the fire!"

"That's not true," the baker drawled, but Thena was unmoved. He sighed, "I caught him rooting around in my barrels out back. The young can't just take whatever they want because they're parentless."

If they were barrels containing his waste and day old breads then what did it matter if a child looted them for food? But Thena just glared at him. She had half a mind to string him up like the guards.

Gilgamesh put his hand on her shoulder though. "Sorry for the confusion."

"Champion," the gruff old man nodded to them before turning to return to his work.

"Lay a hand on the child again and I'll slice the building in half like the ends of your bread!"

"Thena," Gil scolded her, waving the alarmed man inside. "She didn't mean that!"

"You cannot speak for me," she grumbled as he nudged her shoulders around and in the opposite direction. If the baker refrained from handling her orphan like a mutt again, then he had no reason to fear.

"And you," Gilgamesh kneeled down to the boy playing with the bottom of his tunic. "I was worried, y'know. Where were you?"

The boy became shy in the face of explaining himself. But Gilgamesh stood in the way of the comfort of hiding behind the dress of the Goddess of War. "The others said you only let me into the great hall because I'm always hungry."

So, if he came already fed, he could prove that his company was welcome and not just out of charity or pity.

Thena also leaned down to better see the child's perspective. "That is why you went rooting for scraps? To prove our company is genuine?"

His cheeks went ruddy and tears collected in his wide green eyes. "I'm sorry, Thena."

She sighed; how anyone had the heart to be mad at such a small and fragile life was beyond her. She was trying with all her thousands of years and she simply did not have the mettle for it.

Gilgamesh moved aside as she stretched her arms out. Heracles, being used to it with his small body, reached out to be picked up automatically. Gil chuckled.

"What?" she eyed him around Heracles' face nuzzling into her shoulder. She was always letting this child get his tears and snot all over her white linens.

"You're a natural at that," he nodded, indicating the way she cradled Heracles' small body against hers, letting the boy sob into her shoulder.

"I disagree," she rolled her eyes, which was quite a strong declaration from her in regards to Gilgamesh.

He just smiled though, pulling her - and by extension, Heracles - close and folding himself around her. His arms closed around her waist, under hers holding the young one. "Come on, you two, let's get some real food."

Heracles only cried harder. Children were such baffling creatures. But Thena rubbed his small back, letting him let it all out.

Gil pressed his lips to her temple. "You were really worried about him, huh?"

She sighed as his lips helped release at least a little of the tension that had built up within her. "No, I was concerned that you were worried over a boy who enjoys trouble too much."

Heracles nuzzled her shoulder, burying himself away in her toga strap.

She rubbed and patted his back some more. "I know that a brave, young champion doesn't worry those around him for selfish reasons."

The boy understood her scolding, nodding with his head still determined to push its way into her shoulder bone. But his small body gave off great warmth, and she found herself leaning her cheek against his mess of blonde hair. "Then let us be home. Gilgamesh was making quite a feast before he discovered you were missing."

"I'm sorry."

On some whim of the moment, she turned her head, pressing her lips to the child's hair. "Do not repeat this."

"I won't."

"And don't eat from people's spares," she ordered. But the boy rested his head on her, his forehead pressing to her cheek. She adjusted him on her hip, "come to us. I will not have you living on scraps."

She felt Gilgamesh give her far shoulder a gentle squeeze, "softie."

She did not think this made her soft. If Heracles was indeed intent on becoming a champion of Athens one day then he needed proper food, not just some old, burnt bread from the gutter.

And if anyone thought she would tolerate him being fed a stray's reject's then they would be meeting the full wrath of the Goddess of War. He was a stray, but he was a ward of the gods, as far as she was concerned. He was an orphan, but he was their orphan.

[crystal-verse]

that promised guide on how i draw g'raha's face, feat. notes in the upper right corner and my own little specbio/au way of drawing him in the lower left

(shoutout to @fell-court for providing the reference screenshots!)

[petrichorium]

hi hello good evening gang pls take a gander at this absolutely stunning comm of me n gaga that i just got from the lovely and wildly talented @tinyreine!!! tysm reine this is so incredible im going to be staring at the two of us forever and ever and ever 🥺

[suchine-toki]

The way Gintoki dresses is so impractical… Remember he puts on the kimono correctly first only to take his arm out later. And that he has to hang it up to take a dump. He does all this for the sake of fashion and he has been called out for it which is even funnier lmao

[stewiefanumtax]

i decided to draw something cause i just got out of a month long art block

i love ezekiel hes so silly i am the real ezekiel this is real true and not clickbait