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oshiawaseni · 1 year
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Costume design is often used by creators as another outlet to express what a character is feeling and their evolution in relationships with others, but it's especially helpful with a character like Izuku who doesn't give away much of himself to the reader anymore... because that's when costume design can do it’s loudest talking.
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I can only see the orange appearing in Izuku's costume lately as Katsuki’s complete take over of his heart.
Kacchan saved him, apologised to him, called him by his real name and protectively looked after Izuku on his return to U.A. They started acting like the true best friends they were always meant to be and now the orange is just everywhere, taking up so much space, emulating Katsuki's existence inside Izuku's heart.
This latest colour scheme feels like a statement on the progression of Izuku's feelings towards Katsuki and how they have been piling up more and more because of everything they've been through lately and all of the kindness and care Izuku's received from him. ❤️
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afieldinengland · 7 months
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is it too early for fairytale of new york
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dutifulsilence · 1 month
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"I should check on the koroks in the forest. I worry about them."
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gemkun · 8 months
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@ceadiis said: ❝ this isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. ❞, ❝ it’s only a matter of time. ❞, ❝ you can’t keep running away like this. ❞, ❝ do you remember ? ❞ ╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Assorted Sentence Prompts
      —       stalking,   the   predator   approaches   the   prey.   dragging   behind   him,   as   if   tangible,   intention   to   KILL   with   eyes   ablaze.   ❝   do   you   remember   ?   ❞   comes   the   slither   of   the   assailant’s   voice,   shedding   behind   a   shell   of   what   once   was.   giving   way   to   a   monster.   an   abomination.   receptive;   instinct   motions   the   nameless   to   shake   his   head,   but   his   body   stills,   for   he   is   stunned   like   a   deer   in   headlights   when   blade   is   forthcoming   like   a   tsunami.   he   repositions   himself,   preparing.   studying.   cloud   —   piercer   has   been   his   response,   for   as   long   as   he   can   recall.
  this   time   is   no   exception.
  but   the   evidence   of   SIN   parries   differently   this   time.   expectations   are   subverted   when   there   is   no   struggle.   instead,   it   is   an   effortless   swipe   that   counters   each   and   every   method   the   strategist   employs.   where   a   resultant   smile   flares,   creeping   along   the   swordsman’s   features   —   born   of   his   nightmares   —   which   serve   to   feed   into   his   fears.   there   is   more   at   play   here.
❝   it’s   only   a   matter   of   TIME.   ❞   he   cuts   in   again,   both   with   sword   and   voice.   slashing   at   any   chance   for   dan   heng   to   retaliate   with   similar   vice.   but   never   should   the   maw   of   a   dragon   be   underestimated,   for   his   BITE   carries   an   inexplicable   strength.
  he   sends   his   spear   through   with   the   force   of   a   typhoon.
  only   for   remarkable   power   to   locate   no   target,   much   to   the   thrown   feat.   his   enemy   has   evaporated   around   the   gleaming   sheen   of   his   weapon   and   its   deadly   edge.   ❝   what   —   ❞
  a   swarm   of   thoughts   collide   against   undefended   rationality,   and   he   stumbles   with   the   questions   SCREAMING   in   the   back   of   his   mind.   grasping   reality   and   illusion   has   never   been   easy   alone.   despite   dan   heng’s   insistence   that   he   can   manage,   he   can   handle   himself   and   he   can   tackle   the   demons   that   lurk   and   lie   in   wait.
  he   is   proven   sorely   wrong   with   the   resurgence   of   the   aura,   so   dearly   wished   to   be   foreign.   forgotten.   needlessly,   does   he   have   to   remind   himself   that   what   his   senses   latch   onto   aren’t   his.   ❝   you   can’t   keep   running   away   like   this.   ❞   his   head   pounds,   ceaselessly.   was   that   in   the   far   reaches   of   his   mind   ?   where   ?   his   vision   darts   around,   head   swivelling   aimlessly   to   search   for   the   source.
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  flipping   like   a   switch,   his   reflexes   snap   to   life,   sparing   him   of   the   incoming   cleave,   lethal   in   all   capacity.   the   only   loss   he   suffers   is   the   descending   locks   of   ebony,   dissolving   into   the   abyssal   sea   below.   neglected   in   an   instant.   ❝   this   isn’t   the   first   time,   and   it   won’t   be   the   LAST.   ❞   flies   off   the   steel   that   soars,   with   the   might   of   wings   that   would   lacerate.   he   is   an   extension   of   his   creation.
  sealed   by   his   namesake.
❝   why   won’t   you   understand   ?   pursuing   me   is   pointless.   i   will   never   be   able   to   provide   what   you   seek   !   ❞   but   as   predicted,   his   words   fall   on   deaf   ears,   hacked   apart   by   the   craft   drenched   in   bloodshed   and   hatred.   emitting   blistering   rage.
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kikun · 8 months
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@isscion said: — ever - hazardous is the tempest that exists in the very core of the being before him , a contrast to the gentle features that kazuha sees reserved for himself & only himself ( he thinks , he hopes , he prays — albeit secretly . ) never were they one to judge or feel threatened , even in the most ferocious of gazes , and now was no exception . it should be , though , even the ronin who felt he lacked a holy mouthpiece knew the thing held close in his hand , in his heart , was akin to merely playing with fire & waiting to feel the piercing burn against his skin . teeth sink into his own bottom lip , the quiet of the room only heightening the closeness he felt , the radiating warmth of their shared wine enough for him to show his cards , to show the thoughts running through his mind . “ you’re no good for me , ” his breath is shallow , blood hues adverting away almost shyly — almost — before turning to face him once more . “ but baby , i want you . ” the ronin doesn’t leave much time for him to react , the small gap of space closed as he leans in , hand reaching to cup his face . “ do you think we’ll be in love forever ? ”
      —       BOLD   as   the   raging   tides   under   the   call   of   lunar,   kazuha   rushes   in.   in   intention,   anyway.   he   is   to   the   average   passer-by   as   soft   as   blossoms   blooming   in   gentle   snowfall.   perishable   at   a   mere   touch.   but   the   wanderer   knows   better.
  he   knows   his   the   ronin   is   as   DEADLY   as   the   steel   he   possesses   on   his   person.
  and   somehow   he   manages   to   maintain   a   certain   fragility   —   remarkable   to   mortals   alike   —   despite   the   hidden   lethality   swimming   in   his   veins.   it   is   words,   he   realises,   that   exist   as   the   aforementioned   blade.   words   kazuha   wields   and   repurposes   into   the   sharp   and   ominously,   fatal   blow.
  accompanied   subtle   motions,   diaphanous   touch,   all   work   together   alongside   verbal   assault,   directed   to   disarm   the   puppet.   and   akihiko   would   NEVER   admit   to   it,   but   there   is   something   so   soothing   when   it   comes   to   these   fingertips   that   brush   and   caress.   whorls   persuasive   as   a   siren’s   song.
  he   is   toppling   overboard,   carried   by   the   voice   of   the   wind,   into   the   arms   of   the   sea.
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  until   he   suspends   himself   with   the   newly   gifted   element   of   the   anemo   archon   and   instead   hovers   over   the   currents.   rippling   callously.   ❝   love   ?   ❞   DISBELIEF   echoes.   ❝   do   you   truly   believe   i'm   capable   of   your   mortal   longing ?   ❞   his   tone   as   harsh   as   nails.   .   .   BETRAYS   his   truth,   for   there   is   no   guiding   a   hand   away   from   immaculate   features.
  nor   does   the   softness   of   his   gaze   falter.
❝   don’t   be   RIDICULOUS,   kazuha.   ❞   he   scoffs   as   if   it   might   rub   the   slate   clean.   ❝   if   you   know   i'm   not   good   for   you,   why   stay   ?   ❞   it   is   baffling   to   him,   truly.   why   put   yourself   in   the   line   of   fire   ?   seeking   for   the   unreachable   will   serve   as   a   prelude   to   hurt.   unbearable   flames   that   lick   with   the   desire   to   incite   SUFFERING.
❝   your   life   is   so   short,   why   waste   it   on   an   arbitrary   and   misguided   hope.   ❞
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one-twisted-sister · 1 year
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Carmel ur in trouble heehoo
- (( Cansci Mun ))
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"When am I not in Mc-Fuckin trouble bitch?."
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When will I stop making devastating connections between characters from completely unrelated stories
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danswank · 2 years
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He must’ve deleted the first time he posted it because it said TA-NIGHT. I was like baby no the show is tomorrow 😂😂
is he ok
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william-snekspeare · 8 months
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conversation I have with my ferret 1000x a day
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yknow i always say im never gonna do it again and then 2 months later here i am being a fucking moron yet again
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inkskinned · 1 year
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
#this is true#writeblr#warm up#relatedly for some reason one of our Favorite Jokes#amongst the Siblings#is like - ''this is so good u will love it''#while we are reacting to something we OBVIOUSLY find viscerally disgusting#like we will be actively retching and be like ''nooooo it's so good''#to the point that i sometimes get nervous if someone outside my family is like oh u should try it its good#(obvi we never force each other to eat anything. we are all just curious birds and#like. we're GONNA try the new thing.)#edit to answer why we had so much vanilla:#my mom is a very good cook and we LOVE to bake. so she just had a lot of staples in the house.#it's one of those things that's like. have u ever continuously thought ''ah i should get butter im probably out''#even tho u are not out of butter. so u end up with like 5 years of butter.#my mom would do that in a costco but like with vanilla extract#to be fair we WERE always using WAY TOO MUCH bc we were kids#so like she was right to stock up#ps. yes we were VERY sick after this lol i just didn't want to include it in the post in case ppl had an ick about that#u can tell it's real bc we knew "oh no we fucked up that's too much vanilla to waste'' but our reaction was to just. keep drinking it#> sibling understanding that vanilla extract isn't free > knowledge mother doesnt mind if we use it for milkshakes#> sibling choice to maybe get in a loophole of ''not wasting it'' if we drink it bc that's the same as using it (not throwing it out)#listen bud i was like 13 and my sister was like 9#when my mom discovered this we. got in. A LOT. of trouble. a lot of it. a LOT of it.#3rd edit bc i guess it isn't clear - i am 1 of my brother's 2 little sisters#i am the middle child#out of all the ways i have had to explain a post before being like ''did u forget a middle child can happen'' is my favorite
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ghostieeeee · 7 months
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Thank you loves!! Good luck and have fun at school to you too 💗💗 I just arrived I have pr class now and I have a presentation wish me luck 😿💗
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I'll try my best to have fun. Thank you, bubby 🫠💕 wow, good luck, princess. I'll have my fingers crossed for you 💝💝
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weavile · 1 month
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going through my old journals as part of therapy homework and i'm reading a section written in the emotional wreckage of a full-on breakdown when i get hit with this line:
There is never a satisfying answer to ‘Why didn’t they love me?’
like wow babe. good fucking point
#like you were on the ground biting the carpet and dry sobbing while you wrote that and still. good fucking point#not a shitpost#cptsd#and it's true. there's never a satisfying answer#the truth is i know why i wasn't loved#i analyzed my parent's traumas and abuse to death. i understand why i alienated and was alienated from my siblings#i know why my mom was too overwhelmed to be capable of nurturing#i know why my dad vanished into addiction and avoidance#the details of our cycles of trauma and cptsd and family history i have a phd in all of it#i understood perfectly. i spent years studying and now i knew the answer#and guess what? IT WAS NOT SATISFYING!!!#because they still didn't love me! and i still couldn't change that!#it was still a completely unsatisfying state of affairs!#so like. when the people who are supposed to love you...don't.#when the people who are supposed to take care of you...fail to#you can look for answers and reasons and explanations#but that's not actually going to FIX your situation.#and it's probably not within your ability TO fix the situation. (and definitely not your job)#because you don't need answers--you need a new situation#*inserts Just Walk Out. You Can Leave!!! (Running Skeleton) Meme*#and yes. walking out isn't always possible.#but for you i hope it will be one day soon. and i hope you build the courage to take that leap.#stepping away from the people who failed to love you...it feels like being untethered but also like being lighter than air#new and scary. immensely relieving. the future opens up. empty but empty like a canvas. blindingly bright until your eyes adjust#like climbing out of a pit you called home and for the first time realizing how bright the light of day can truly be#when you aren't just getting glimpses from the bottom of a hole
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beybuniki · 13 days
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they should go on a fishing trip pt.1
#DONT COMMENT ON THE BACKGROUND I KNOWWWWWWWWWWWW#anyway this is day 1. they take a bus. the bakugo household has fishing gear so ´deku is wearing bakugo's onesoe (?) and bakugo is wearing#his dad's. and notices he has grown :')#anyway they take a BUS and don't feel like doing this at all it's awkward for so many reason#also trying to relax after everything is neurologically just really hard they might be hyperivgilant dik#and there's so much they never got to unpack bnut they have to and they have to start somewhere and with someone#deku makes that flower crown while bakugo preps everything and they both look at it and are thrown back into their childhood 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️#and at first they just sit and wait for the bavarian fish to bite (rody should make a cameo tbh) but then bakugo breaks the iceeee.#and he starts with their moms because their moms have been such a stubbron connection between these two :')#and deku answers with the usual 'good :) how's your mom :)?' and to everyone's surprise he actually opens up#and tells deku about his mom's insomnia because she watched her son die (that shit was live streamed tpo 10 bnha tweets btw)#idk i love to think of their moms being a very easy subject to connect through i think it's easier for them that way to be more vulnerablei#and then some fish biteeeeeeeeeeee#but like 3 small ones so they have to gather berries and mushrooms and make stew (dw there's an aldi this is bavaria after all)#but yeah day 1 is a bit weird like it's just them in the woods with no distractions#which is so different from whatever went on during their 1st year of high school#don't read this i will throw up i just need this somewhere this is my public scrapbook#bnha#deku#midoriya izuku#bakugo katsuki#the flower crown on their knees makes this a bit homosexual but fishing is always homosexual im not fighting against that#au:#fishing
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swannsways · 3 months
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favorite Angus Tully's quotes, The Holdovers (2023) dir. Alexander Payne
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