#Ken Early

[slavhew]

dandadorks

[sucka99]

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines (1965)

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Some more doodles for this idea where Mud stayed at Paradise Lost :)

I’m thinking of giving him a different name like Apathy or Languish or smth like that :0

[woolying]

LAST TETRO PINK FRIDAY COUNTDOWN!!! i missed yesterday but i didnt finish the next one in time so ill double up sometime later…wait for me

teehee tamba hasegawa theyre such a funny pairing i will miss the both of them sooo much

[kagooleo]

the gangs all here!!!

[orengejoshi]

Paperhatober Day 11: Cherry 🍒

x B gata H kei crossover

[slutpoppers]

Digimon Adventure Zero Two (2000) #2 Ending - Itsumo Itsudemo!! ⏩▶️

[aryomengrande]

ogre and the cockroaches ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢

souya / takashi / atsushi / hanemiya

[thehumantrap]

Ryan Gosling laughing compilation 💕

[pumpkennpie]

mistletoe and ivy

landoscar ficlet, 867 words

i was wrapping christmas presents earlier and Received Revelation about stressed christmastime landad needing everything to be perfect for his little one, so here we are. bone apple teeth

Oscar’s first thought when he walks through his front door is that the apartment has been burglarized. He’s got his phone halfway out of his pocket to dial 999 when Lando’s face pops up from behind the couch, red and pouty, but unharmed.

Now that he’s not in panic mode, Oscar takes a second to pause and survey the scene. 

To be honest, it looks like a Christmas themed bomb has been detonated in their living room. There’s wrapping paper everywhere, ripped to shreds and crumpled up into little festive balls. The couch is completely covered with unwrapped presents, and there are small, sticky bows strewn all over the grey suede. 

Then there’s Lando. Oscar can only see him from the shoulders up, but every square inch he can see is absolutely coated in glitter. His cheeks are rosy, and he’s sporting a deep frown that can only mean one thing: he’s truly, unequivocally frustrated.

“Hi, love. Is there…” Oscar knows he needs to choose his words carefully. “Did you drop something behind the couch?” 

Lando’s bottom lip quivers. Fuck.

“Hey, it’s alright, I’ll help you. Just tell me what you need, yeah?” Oscar soothes. 

In his haste to get to Lando, he drops his overcoat and bag to the floor. He can hear the glass container Lando packs his lunch in clatter around in his bag, but that doesn’t matter right now.

By the time Oscar gets behind the couch and kneels in front of Lando, the first tears have already fallen. He takes Lando’s face between his hands, smoothing his thumbs over his cheeks to wipe away the wetness.

“I can’t get the corners of the paper to fold right, and the stupid bows aren’t sticking, and I didn’t buy enough gift boxes-” Lando cries, growing more upset by the second.

Oscar does the only thing he knows will work to get Lando to slow down and focus on anything else, if only for a moment. He leans forward and slots their mouths together, a chaste little thing that serves its purpose.

When Oscar pulls away, Lando’s eyes are still glassy, but not just with tears. There's a piece of cello-tape stuck to the tip of his nose.

“I just need this to be perfect,” Lando finishes, his voice barely a whisper. He’s smiling, but Oscar can see the desperation in his eyes.

That’s when it finally hits him.

It’s Ivy’s first Christmas. 

The wrapping paper littering the floor is not red and green, nor does it have Santa or snowflakes on it. It’s pink and glittery, and Oscar can see a few pieces with Bluey characters here and there. The unwrapped presents on the couch are sensory toys, soft blankets and plushes. There’s a few new outfits folded neatly on the cushions, sized 12-18 months. 

Everything around them, the entire mess that their living room has become, is all for their little girl.

“Lando, it won’t matter if the paper on her presents is creased, or if there aren’t any bows because they won’t stick. Ivy’s here, and she’ll be surrounded by people who love her, and that’s all that matters,” Oscar says, trying to reassure Lando. “Plus, she’s not even a year old yet. She’s not going to remember this.” 

One big tear falls from Lando’s eye, running down his cheek to catch in the dimple Oscar has his thumb pressed in.

“She won’t, but I will. We’re not going to get another first Christmas with her.” Lando looks up at him in a way that tells Oscar everything Lando can’t put into words. This is more important to Lando than Oscar will ever know.

“Ok,” Oscar smiles, pushing himself to stand. He holds a hand out to help Lando to his feet. “Then let’s figure out how to fold some wrapping paper.”

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Hours later, when the presents are perfectly trimmed and stacked neatly under the Christmas tree, Oscar realizes something.

“Lando?” 

Lando looks up at him with a smile. His head is in Oscar’s lap, and Ivy is sleeping soundly on his chest.

“Yeah?”

“Why were you behind the couch when I got home?”

Lando flushes a pretty pink, nearly the same color as the velvet-soft blanket draped over their daughter’s back.

“Oh, uh. I was trying to hang some mistletoe, and I dropped it back there,” he replies, his smile turning bashful as he points to the ceiling. 

Oscar tilts his head back, and sure enough, hanging from a piece of string that’s shoddily taped to the ceiling is a tiny sprig of mistletoe. Oscar can’t help the surprised laugh that escapes him.

His laughter only grows when Lando reaches a hand up to swat playfully at his stomach.

“Lando, we’re married. You don’t have to trap us under mistletoe to get me to kiss you,” Oscar teases.

“It’s for the tradition, Oscar!” Lando chides. Ivy stirs on his chest, whining softly in her sleep. “Now kiss me before she starts crying.”

The second their lips meet, Ivy lets out the loudest wail her little body can possibly produce. Oscar and Lando break away with bright, joyous smiles. 

There’s no other place Oscar would rather be than right here.

[applepiips]

“Okarun! See you tomorrow!”

Ep. 4: “Kicking Turbo Granny's Ass”, Dandadan (ダンダダン)

[girlnadian]

u should draw yuor creechur......... 14..............

13 shuold die for what he put her through

[shewhoeatssand]

I love Shironeki’s fixation on strength and power, like omgggg big tough guy huh so horrible and distorted after your trauma huh always too repulsive to be loved how you want to be, so you gotta be be strong to at least be needed huh ?? If you’re so awful and deserved all that happened to you because you were too weak to make it stop does it mean everyone you hurt is awful and deserves it too? I’m mailing him traffic cones like Come On

[91939art]

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We warm up to things really slow, but X-men and Justice League are two things we've been fans of for our whole lives!

[whaliiwatching]

dumbasses ft daughter in the modern era