cw: babies!!!! you’re also referred to as “ma” once
okay but like,,,,,first time dad Bakugou giving his baby their first bath after coming home!!! you’re fluttering around the kitchen, trying to make sure you have your daughters towel ready, her baby safe soap, a tiny washcloth, that her teeny tiny pajamas are in the dryer.
it’s only when you take a second to ask Bakugou something do you finally just—pause. your gaze instantly softens, a lovesick smile inching on your face as you watch your big buff pro hero husband hunch over the kitchen sink.
your daughter is resting in the baby bath seat, lilac colored and reclined back. she squirms when Bakugou lets the warm water run over her naked, fat little belly. her face scrunches at the new sensation, fists balling up against her chest. he coos at her, gentle,
“I know, ya little princess. Feels weird on ya, doesn’t it?” he asks her, voice so small under the running water. he cups his hand, holds a handful of water, tilts her fat cheek up to let it slide in her neck rolls that always smell like milk. she whines at that, sniffles and hiccups before she cries. you go to take a step forward, to console her, but Bakugou is so patient.
“It’s alright,” he kisses her tears away. “Daddy’s just tryna help you.” he runs the water all over her body, and paired with his softly spoken words, does she finally quiet after a few seconds. her little body trembles with the aftermath, pouty lips puffy and he can’t help but smooth his hand over the softness of her face.
“Yer a crybaby, just like your ma.” he whispers to her, grinning when that breaks you out of your stupor to smack him on the shoulder. you both laugh at that, and you finally feel the peace that is your little family. you lean against Bakugou’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw before looking at your daughter again.
“You’re gonna be a great dad,” you mumble into his skin. he doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his shuddering breath, and the calmness that blankets the rest of your house.
HOLY SHIT!??!/???, i was met with so much unexpected attention and support in my last post i genuinely cant be thankful enough????! I was sick with a high fever and i was sobbing all the way through but yall made my week (month) (maybe even year), BUT!!! now that im feeling better i managed to get out a sketchy little animation of the scrunkly as a thanks!!
I feel like im the only person in the STF fandom who doesnt have Cedric as a fav, in fact, hes my least fav. Like dont get me wrong hes funny asf and entertaining, like props to him for making the show better, I just find him fucking hideous. Like if I had had a choice between getting torn apart by a silverback gorilla while a molten hot 39ft rod is being shoved up my ass, or fuck Cedric, im choosing the first option. 😊
People using the fact that they like my art as a way to guilt or sway me into doing what they want will never not be funny to me
I don't gaf if you like what I make. I create for ME first and foremost. I don't need to grovel for your validation especially if it puts me out of my comfort zone.
every time i get an ao3 comment on a horror fic along the lines of “jesus fucking christ. this is so vile what the FUCK what the FUCKING FUCK THIS IS SO FUCKED UP” i hug my laptop to my chest and kick my feet and roll around in bed giggling like a schoolgirl who just got a love letter from her crush. omg you got physically nauseous.....? eeee
AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! 5k?? cinq mille??? waaaaa this is so much fr, i suck at writing in english so i'm gonna make this short (sorry if theres any typos i aint a genius in english), i just wanted to say thank you so much y'all for supporting me and this blog! frrrr i just love this app so much (not the staff tho), giffing became a """"safe place"""" and something really comforting to me, i mean it's really something i enjoy to do and........ i dont know what to say why do i sound like i won a grammy pls stop me, anyway! i just wanted to thank you yall ik i sound a little bitchy sometimes (someone said its bc i lack of emojis) and i dont interact so often but im really really thankful for everything, damn, it really feels like im giving a speech pls im so corny, have a nice day/night!! (and tysm)
worst and irreperable mistake they did with les miserables (2012) is casting an conventionally attractive man to portray grantaire (who also looks fairly put together). now in everyone’s mind grantaire looks like the frontman of an indie rock band with a more charming aura than movie-enjolras dshgfjhdf
something i’ve noticed lately which is truly disheartening is that any retellings of medusa in which it is a direct classical retelling (i.e. she was raped and then transformed into a gorgon) always end with her murder. i have genuinely not once read a retelling that deals with those two themes and allows her to survive. i’ve read a review today of the natalie haynes medusa novel which comes out this month i believe and medusa apparently dies in her book too. what does that mean? what does it mean that authors cannot conceive of an ugly traumatized angry powerful woman who LIVES? women have only been allowed to be beasts if they A: are the villains or B: die tragically. is there a single female monster who isn’t sexy and isn’t palatable and isn’t male-catered, who survives?
makes me want to vomit. who are we writing these stories for? a category of woman whose lesson to be learned is that she shouldn’t be alive?