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saeiken · 6 months
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various op sketches :P
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reunionandthen · 7 months
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forelibe you will always be famous
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ojamayellow · 1 year
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Transformers Funnies [CBV Style]
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / ?
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scopostims · 8 months
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people with niche and random fixations bring so much to the stim gif community...
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tyciel · 1 month
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officially introducing my geto teacher au *puts on my party hat* *cries into my hands*
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vexcor · 1 year
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#15
Alright folks, I'm sure you've all seen the few "Danny is the alternate universe equivalent of (Insert Batfamily member here)"
And those are lovely, not to lie. But I was thinking.
Danny being the alternate universe equivalent of Ra's. (Or really any conflict bringing character, say Scarecrow or another rouge.)
A bit short but I just chuckled at the mental image of Bruce mentally doing confused Bat-Flips as the DNA test matches with Ra's, weird unknown substance/Lazarus included.
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raineandsky · 2 months
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Ouroboros
#78.2 (part 1) (part 2)
“Chicken noodle soup?”
The henchman brandishes a bowl at the hero like a weapon of healing. The hero begrudgingly takes it, and the henchman gives them his classic lopsided smile in victory.
It’s been two weeks since the hero woke up in this cosy little room. Two weeks since they tried to stop the villain unleashing chaos on the city. Two weeks since they disappeared off the agency’s radar.
The henchman settles in the chair next to the bed as the hero gets comfortable, the bowl balanced carefully in their hands. It’s delightfully warm against their skin, the smell absolutely divine; they’re two seconds away from either falling asleep or devouring the entire thing.
“Any news about the agency?”
The henchman clicks his tongue. The hero’s been finding more and more roundabout ways to ask the same question, but the henchman knows what they mean by now.
“They have another hero out dealing with [Villain].” He averts his gaze to the window awkwardly. “They still haven’t acknowledged that you’re gone.”
The agency’s a self-absorbed little corporation. The hero knows that. Still—a search party would be nice. A memorial, even. Something to say that they noticed the hero disappeared.
“They’re probably busy filling the gap I left,” the hero says with forced disinterest, and dips into their soup to keep their mouth from saying too much.
They crave for someone to notice—a colleague, their higher-ups, anyone, anything to prove they cared even a little bit. They’ve already told the henchman that the agency looks out for them. It’ll be awkward if it turns out they lied about that.
The two of them sit in silence for a while, the henchman reading a book as the hero inhales the soup. It’s amazing, as always, and fills a gaping hole that they wish could be filled by more legitimate means.
The henchman looks up when the bowl rattles against the bedside table. His book gets flopped page-down on the table next to him in an instant. “Let’s get those bandages changed again,” he says simply, and the hero groans.
They don’t see the point. They feel fine, but the henchman won’t even let them look anymore. The last time they’d seen the gash it’d looked much better, but the henchman insists that they must’ve done something to tear it again. What, they’ve no clue—all they do all day is roll around in bed. How they’d tear a wound open enough to need another week of healing and close inspection is beyond them.
The henchman shuffles closer armed with a roll of bandages. The hero rolls their eyes and lifts their shirt in defeat.
The henchman’s touch is as soft as ever, of course, and the hero watches him for lack of anything better to look at.
His brow furrows in concentration, his hands steady, his tongue caught between his teeth. His hair is still wet from what the hero assumes is a shower. His usual black clothes—that the hero has come to guess are a uniform for the villain—are abandoned in favour of a baggy t-shirt and a pair of well-loved joggers.
They don’t flinch under his fingers anymore. He’s pleasantly warm against their skin, forever gentle despite the hero’s repeated “I’m fine!” When he’s done he leans back and graces the hero with the slightest of smiles.
“It’s still looking a little rough,” he says like he read the hero’s mind. “We’ll give it a couple more days to make sure it’s definitely good before you head out.”
“You say that every day,” the hero points out. They can’t keep their tone from being exasperated.
They love it here, sure—the cooking, the comfy bed, the being doted on—but they want to kick the agency’s ass for apparently forgetting about them.
“A couple more days,” the henchman repeats, and with a sigh he grabs the old bundle of (bloodless?) bandages and leaves the hero to themself.
A couple more days. The hero’s getting restless stuck in this tiny room. They need to sink their claws into the agency, show them what they’re missing.
They can always come back once they’re done.
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dailypav · 5 months
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Give pav some time with family
Drawing Pav every day until he's playable: Day 24
Yudin family reunion
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crookedgrifter · 3 months
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i guess i sat down tonight and said lets make the gays kiss... @ardentastronomer this for you *throws this at you and then absconds*
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ef-1 · 2 years
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the last episode of grill the grid except no one knows anything for 40 seconds
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dorkicon · 1 year
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guys who goof together stay together
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termagax · 5 months
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Am I misunderstanding that post because a lot of fat fetishization Does dehumanize fat people I'm not sure i entirely understand your tag
thats basically what im saying. i absolutely agree that the fat fetish community enables dehumanisim + fatphobia and that is a problem which should be talked abt considering how rampant it is, and i dont like people using "oh those purity obsessed assholes just hate us for Loving Something Different" as a shield. fetishization is a specific term for that kind of dehumanization + objectification where someone is reduced to a pure sexual object instead of being viewed as like, a person, with their value only being filtered through the sexual pleasure other people get out of their bodies, and is often accompanied by massive amnts of fatphobia and a general intense disrespect for fat people ioutside of sexual contexts as well. and its something that is absolutely worth talking about especially from fat women who are most often the targets of this kind of treatment
but ive absolutely seen people take that conversation to mean "fetish = bad" and that is what annoys me. theres a difference between having a type, having a kink, and fetishization. and the way anyone who speaks affectionately or sexually about a fat person or fat bodies is immediately slapped with the label of DIRTY FETISHIT is something that comes from a well-meaning place, but more often then not just says "being attracted to fat people is Not Normal, and therefore impossible to do in a way that isn't fatphobic, therefore fat people should not be seen as sexually desirable". even if the intentions are good, the result ("fat people are not viable sexual interests") just contributes to the existing stigma around fat bodies.
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angelpuns · 6 months
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I have spent all afternoon/night trying not to rot and I don't even know how to explain what that means but oh my god I'm so- urrgehfhrh I'm like- everything just feels so bad
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lifewtr · 26 days
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It Only Cost Everything.
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9. The confusion that scores through his mind is almost as intense as the deep, dull ache pulsing through his body from skull to sternum. One moment he is preparing to settle down with a book, and the next he is screaming as if torn in half, dizziness upsetting his balance and the ground underfoot rumbling with a pressure so heavy that he’d felt as if his lungs would give in and collapse.
It felt like an eon before it all stopped. That pressure, that yearning that had been scraping hotly at his insides, his instincts begging violently for a resolution he knew naught of—
And then strong, slender fingers had encircled his wrists. Pried his hands free from where they’d been squeezing his head in a seemingly futile attempt to keep his brain firmly within its confines.
Something odd and electric had jolted through his skin at the sudden touch; seeped past his marrow and settled somewhere he could feel but not reach.
“Easy.” He knew that voice. And when did the room stop shaking? “Easy, there. You’re alright. What did I just tell you about thinking too hard, huh?”
Now he sits, half sprawled on the floor half curled in the lap of the one person he least expects to render him with calm, of all things. Annoyance, amusement, exasperation—sure. Maybe even a certain sense of reassurance if he’s honest. Yes, those feelings were to be expected of himself when in the presence of this man. But calm..?
The confusion fogging his brain thickens, so out of term with the way his muscles go lax and his breathing evens out. So very contrary to the way the aching behind his chest unfurls into a fading simmer.
“Gojo-san?” He asks it of himself more than anything—Gojo Satoru, the most annoyingly lackadaisical sorcerer known to man, calming him down? Maybe when the sky decides to finally fall—but the immediate answer he gets, the second that voice hits his ears...
“Yeah. It’s me. And I won’t leave you again, I promise.”
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full chapter on AO3 →
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pi224guy · 1 month
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What if... Echo was the listener? (Part 5?)
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I know i've been doing multiple at a time, but i'm not patient enough.
Context: 'Listener' struggles with cloaking and using any type of magic. They (Decided on They/He for them) open up to Echo about it, seeking nothing but an open eye and a listening ear.
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dazaithinker · 10 months
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its the way that fyodor believes that he and dazai are the same when hes actually everything that dazai does not stand for. it’s the way that fyodor is everything that dazai does not want to be. the way that they mirror each other so well and the way that dazai would hate that etc. i cant man i just cant they make me SICK i was trying to sleep but i CANT their asses are keeping me up
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