#you're absolutely correct

[andyoullhearitagain]

I love how many Star Trek fan artists take this approach:

[varianttess]

ORIGINAL DESIGN BY RUMIAMURA ON TIKTOK AND INSTAGRAM!!!!

so.... human caine..

[neonponders]

Part 28 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🍦

Part 27

( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 ) ( pt. 19′s art 🦇 ) ( pt. 20′s art 🍳) ( pt. 27’s art 🦦 )

~ on ao3 ~

• • •

Billy opened the door with furrowed brows, which relaxed when he saw who stood behind Max. “Did you forget your key?”

“Robin picked me up on the fly, remember?” she answered, striding past him towards her room.

This left Billy to watch uselessly as Steve followed in with a weekender bag hanging from one shoulder, with the shoebox bedroom tucked between the straps. “Are you staying for the week?”

Billy only got a glimpse of big brown eyes peeking through the paladian windows of the box before Steve announced, “You might’ve noticed that the guys need a good night’s sleep, and for that, they need to feel at home.”

Billy summarized, “And a lot of stuff makes a home.”

And then Steve lifted small Billy out of his jacket pocket, further confusing the larger Billy. He glanced between the little guy dressed in fuzzy socks, shorts, and a t-shirt that was too big for him, and the eyes still watching him from the box that Steve placed on the kitchen table.

“Did they have an argument or something?”

“No, you did,” Steve announced, gently setting Billy on the table top and taking a seat. “But lucky for you, little Stevie and I have an incentive for you two to apologize to each other.”

Billy’s brows flew up and he watched his littler self fidget with the long hem of his shirt before he stubbornly crossed his arms. “Him firwst.”

Billy cocked a hip to the side, shifting his weight to one leg. “I don’t need to apologize because he can’t take a joke. And isn’t it Stevie who needs the apology?”

Steve huffed a breath out of his nose. “Unfortunately, we are the forgiving types.”

Billy flashed a smile. “Unfortunately?”

“Just say you’re sorry. Sit down, for one. Don’t tower over him.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Biwwy!”

All heads turned toward the box, where little Steve glared around one of the cutout doors. “Be nice! Or elwse!”

Billy laughed, “Or else...” before his eyes narrowed in on the white sailor’s cap on little Steve’s head. His eyes darted to big Steve, who pursed his lips to the side in defiance as he pulled his jacket aside to reveal familiar blue fabric with white stripes, and a flash of red.

Billy’s jaw went slack without him realizing, but he quickly picked it up and slowly sank down into a chair. For a long minute, no one said anything. Little Billy accepted the offer of Steve’s hand and sat on his palm, waiting.

Large Billy started, “Do you want to tell me something for biting my hand.”

The little guy’s chest heaved in a deep breath. “I wasn’ sowwy when I bit you. But thank you for not wetting me fall out of your pocket.”

Big Billy’s lips pursed in a discontent line, but the little Billy finished, “I twust you to catch me. That’s why I’m mad at you for biting Stevie.”

“I didn’t bite him.”

“You twied.”

“It wasn’t real - ”

Big Steve cleared his throat, distinctly playing with the red tail of an ascot. Billy’s nostrils flared and he rerouted, “I’m sorry for breaking your trust. But don’t go diving out of our clothes - and don’t bite me anymore.”

Little Billy’s bottom lip pushed up in a deep frown, eliciting Billy to corner, “Can you promise me that?”

“Not weally.”

Steve intervened, “But you can promise to try. Right?”

Little Billy’s eyes softened up at him and he wilted, “I can twy. If he twies.”

Steve looked up at him and Billy sighed with a vague wag of his finger. “Cross my heart.”

Steve peeked back down at little Billy, who absorbed this and burst, “I don’t twust him.”

“He’s gotta earn your trust back. That’s part of the process. You’re both agreeing to try. Is that okay?”

Little Billy grasped his shirt again. “I don’ know...”

Small Steve burst from their bedroom, in full Scoops Ahoy regalia apart from his own pajama socks. He ran towards Billy and hugged him close. “We’rwe not losing him, okay? Stevie needs his Biwwy. Pwease twy. They’re siwwy and look down to us for helwp.”

Big Billy looked up at Steve, who hid behind his hands, rubbing deep circles into his sockets. Billy didn’t like how his own eyes hung heavily in his skull. He sniffed and swallowed thickly as his smaller self agreed, “Okay. I’ll twy.”

Little Steve kissed his cheek, making Billy blush like a whole cherry while Steve otherwise turned to his bigger self. “Weady, Stevie?”

Steve perked up and pulled out his own sailor’s hat from his pocket. One hand twirled it over his finger tips, therein reestablishing its shape, while the other hand zipped down his jacket, revealing his old job’s sailor costume.

The cap embroidered with blue, AHOY, landed on his hair as he said in somehow equally monotone and enthusiastic, “Get ready to set sail on an ocean of flavor!”

Little Steve giggled with his hand on his hair in a salute. Small Billy took a deep breath, trying to cool his face down.

Big Billy, however, said bluntly, “Where are the shorts?”

Steve deflated and went to the front door to properly take his shoes off as well as the track pants over his blue shorts. “I’m not Superman. This is harder than it looks.”

But Billy leaned back in his chair and held up a hand when Steve tried to come back. “Give us a twirl.”

Mirthless brown eyes rolled as he held his arms out and rotated to give Billy the full picture. When he faced him again, Steve accused, “It’s your own fault for never coming into the shop to see it in all its glory.”

Billy ignored that to observe aloud, “You even matched the shoes.”

“Company policy,” Steve remarked, glancing back at the blue and white shoes by the front door.

Billy rolled his lips. “You really wore this for a whole summer.”

“What’s your point?”

“Shame on me for taking so long, that’s all.”

Meanwhile, on the table, little Billy finally managed, “You wook weally cute, Stevie.”

Little Steve blushed over a grin. “Thank you, Biwwy.”

[doxinator]

You’ve got Golden Retriever energy™

[khywae]

One more for the Toji stans before we dive into space cowboy brainrot

[royalarchivist]

Roier: How beautiful! Melissa? Goddamn, [you guys] give Melissa so such boobs and ass–

Roier: Guys, why wasn't I born as Melissa? So cool and badass– Guys, why there isn't a button to change skins? Imagine just pressing a button and then– [he makes a "fwsh" sound and clicks his tongue] I transform. Just imagine it. imagine.

[coconi]

Revali + wolf pupy tweets (insp)

[highlordofkrypton]

I say this with peace and love, but no one ever has to justify why they like or created something in fandom spaces. Creatives do not owe anything to anyone, except their own self-indulgence which we are privileged to witness.

They are especially not obligated to follow any interpretation but their own because this is fandom.

If you do not like it, you say thank you for sharing and move the fuck on. You will never ever be valid in offering 'helpful' criticism, or any other non-encouraging comment unless prompted.

[wingedaches]

still one of my most favorite comments from cr's youtube

[alexjcrowley]

I just realised that Robert Sean Leonard is the Kimi Räikkönen of acting

[starflungwaddledee]

please draw captain vul realistic birdman next

piece of cake. captain on deck!

[ciphers-fragments-au]

First of four ref sheets for this blog's AU "Cipher's Fragments"

Here's Bill Cipher's ref sheet, including both younger and older form to match Stanford Pines' age throughout the AU. I like to call his skin details "deer freckles". He has gold littered around both of his designs!!

Next up is Stanford Pines

When all ref sheets are complete I will create a pinned message with all of them together to have easy access on info/refs.

-@sylveon-and-velveon

[eccedentesiast-dreamer]

I love this sO MuCH

It's all so accurate faksksjjkddkdkdj

This was almost too easy

[jisungshotfirst]

cravity as text posts 1/?

[thatdamnrookie]

Pluto anime tomorrow :,)

[chaikajpeg]

chise and renfred