#THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO WHH

[illdothehotvoice]

The moral of today's lesson is never take a break ever or do anything for yourself or the demons will get you cause god forbid you relax

[phopollo]

Whh don't we talk about sketchbook when they're like this

More?

Why aren't we talking about the fact that were Kaisa to get caught up in the adventures and shenanigans that go along with simply existing near Hilda's family, something magical and dangerous would inevitably occur

And Johanna would get so serious and go into protection mode

And after Kaisa inevitably has to step in with her magic, Johanna would immediately start to apologize that Kaisa got dragged into this and to ask if she's okay

But Kaisa doesn't even hear it because less than 3 words into the apology Kaisa has burst into laughter and declaring she just had the time of her life and they should definitely do this again some time

And Johanna is just standing there in shock

All bruised and scraped up from whatever just occurred

Because how could Kaisa have possibly had fun??

But she can't even begin to ask about it because Kaisa and Hilda are already discussing on whether or not Kaisa knows any healing spells and if any of these scrapes or scratches will leave any of them with a cool looking scar

And Johanna is looking at Kaisa, also all scraped and bruised up, and shes standing there not just unafraid, but laughing and discussing with her daughter what might happen to them next, and she's glad she spent the day with Hilda and Johanna and she wants to do it again, and Hila also wants there to be a next time because she had so much fun with her mom and her favorite librarian, and just...........

How can Johanna not find herself falling deeply in love with this woman if she wasn't already?

[mavlabajuri]

@sharoscylla ok, fair warning, I've patched-out the worst of it but there's still some detailed description of injury and wound-dressing in here if that's a no-go. But! Here's a passage from my House Veman crew, Galaar and Woor having a not so fun time in the forest! (pls be kind, I haven't posted my writing online since I was, like, 12 🫡)

(title) Pain is a Function

His boots sink into the mottled dirt, Galaar’s vitals flashing across his HUD. BP crashing, pulse erratic, respiration shallow. Warnings cascade across his display in harsh lines, too many to process. He forces the feed into minimal mode. Just the numbers. Just what he needs.

She’s limp in his arms as he drags her away from the billowing wreckage of their Kom'rk.

The sinking sun casts a weak light through the ripped up canopy above and Woor sets to task. The twisted shard of metal has cut clean through Galaar’s kute and into her thigh. Torn fabric peels back and Woor hisses through his teeth. This is bad. He feels around the underside of her leg and he can feel a hard point behind the fabric. 

"Fragment’s in deep. I can't pull it. Not out here." Woor warns. Galaar doesn’t respond.

He reaches up and disengages her helmet seal to remove the faceplate. Her gaze locks onto him, eyes wide but distant, pupils blown. Awake, that’s good. His hands work fast, muscle memory more than conscious thought. Knife in hand, his poncho is quickly cut into strips. He loops one around her upper thigh in preparation. The rough handling finally snaps Galaar back to reality and she arches away from him with a sharp gasp. He grabs her leg, moving to trap it underneath his knee.

“I need to stabilize you. It’ll hurt like haran but you need to let me do this,” he puts a folded strip at her mouth. Grim comprehension dawns on her harried face and she bites down. Using the handle of the knife he twists the strip tight. Galaar screams and the simple jute cloth frays and splits underneath Togruta cuspids.

Woor curses himself for not being better equipped. 

Pain is the body’s way to tell you that something is wrong. To an extent, that’s a good thing. Can’t fix what you don’t know is broken. That’s the catch though. To an extent. What a bullshit fucking function, not having a biological limit. Some kind of psychological mechanism that activates at a certain threshold that allows you to remove yourself after you’ve acknowledged the karking problem.

Her pained howl finally breaks into a guttural snarl. The blood slows. Not stops. Slows. He takes another strip of poncho and wads it up before pulling a bacta canister from his utility belt, twists off the cap with one hand to expose the needle. 

Woor steels himself anew.

He jabs the shot into her thigh, depresses the switch and begins packing the wound around the fragment with fingers that don’t flinch, even when Galaar’s body thrashes under his knee.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, vod,” Woor’s voice shakes even as his hands stay steady, every move methodical and deliberate. He should be better prepared, should be carrying a proper field kit not just the insufficient osik he’s stuffed his belt with. After securing the wadding with another ragged strip of cloth, Woor sits back and inspects his work. A flicker of his HUD shows her BP edging up. Readings still in the red, but holding. Good enough, Woor thinks, for now. 

His HUD continues feeding him her vitals like a slow bleed. BP still low, adrenaline spike tapering. Woor files the data away, tense shoulders easing by a fraction, and keeps moving. Galaar’s eyes track the minute shift in his posture. She figures he’s done. 

“Whh–what ha–happened?” Her words stutter out between rapid, shallow breaths. With the bleeding slowed and the wrap secure, Woor runs a quick systems check. Jetpack's still operational. Good. Carrying her out on foot isn’t an option.

“My guess? Sabotage,” Woor says. It’s the only thing that can explain the cascade of errors that broke down all flight systems and sent them into a tailspin. 

“Alor will be pissed,” Galaar huffs as he helps secure her faceplate back in place.

Woor is looking forward to it. Compartmentalized detachment is the only thing keeping his own burning rage at bay. He can’t lose his head. Not now, not here. They need to get back to the city, get in contact with the cruiser. Galaar needs proper treatment and if whoever fucked with their ship know what they’re doing, they must be making their way here. A mando ain’t dead until you’re looking at their corpse. 

“Haar’chak–karking, shit-fuck”, Galaar cries out as he hauls her up.

“Been a while since I’ve flown with a passenger,” Woor forces some levity into his voice as he carbines their belts together. “So you better hang on tight, Gal’ika”

“Don’t call me that, Dawoor,” Galaar grunts but does as ordered, arms tight around his shoulders.

“Oh, real mature,” he mutters, scrutinizing the canopy as he does some quick calculations. Crashing them both into a tree is the last thing they need.

“You started it, mir’sheb.”

[fictionfixations]

oop

oh my god ace (Labwear vignette)

whh ?!

Anyway fun facts about Ace: [Ace: I can learn anything in a snap when I put my mind to it.]

(apprentice chef vignette) good at cutting things (is actually good at observing other people and doing what they do accurately)

[Ghost Chef: Nicely done. Everything looks about the same size. Clearly you've some skill with a kitchen knife.

Ace: Hehe, thanks. I haven't actually used one much, but I've watched the upperclassmen back in my dorm.

Ghost Chef: Mm, so you learned by observation. You must be naturally dexterous to do it so well.]

in the fairy gala rerun its mentioned he's skilled at magic tricks (not actual magic but like. for example. card tricks or anything else-- ..i havent seen that many so im blanking out on examples)

and described as being "quite skilled with his hands"

i am not joking i am STILL not over this line

(i dont have the event, and wiki dialogue does not give it justice. i cut him off because out of context shit is the funniest thing ever)

[cubedmango]

(big massive spoilers for the unreleased indigo disk event!!!!!)

(screenshots taken from this video)

not really a livereaction bc i saw the vid earlier but i wanted to put my thoughts here bc I Have So Many . they are not deep or coherent in any way as usual

starting like this of all things theyre so goddamed evil ? can he get a break dude. the arven parent angst literally never fucking ends huh

ALSO SPEAKING OF PARENTS

???????????????? PEONY????????????????????????????????????????? WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

spoken like a true ipad kid /j also this was so funny bc i was literally thinking of a fic idea where kieran finally gets a phone and has No idea how to use it gkjgfkjkd

MY SPECIALEST LITTLE BOY IN THE ENTIRE WORLD !! HES BACK!!!!!!!!!

dude oh my god. i was hoping for a kieran and nemona interaction so badly Specifically so they could have this exact talk i cant believe they actually did it????? Arrguughhghg......... kierans having fun w battles again hes Healing ...............

so fucking true my guy Drag her ass. still love carmine tho <3

no commentary im just especially fond of these kierans

HES SO DRAMATIC.?? also this is extra funny considering that whole theory abt him getting possessed by pecharunt and then he turns out to be the only one it Doesnt happen to kfjgkfdjgkdfjg

literally the best running joke ever shes So funny

WHEN THE ! WJEN THE .WHEN. THE SIBLINGS? WHEN? WHEN THEY. WHh (WEEPING FALLING OVER ASSUMING FETAL POSITION)

i would fucking die for them

in conclusion how did gamefreak do this how did they make the most incredible friendship group ever . more importantly Why did gamefreak do this. To Me. dont move onto gen 10 yet i need one billion more stories with them Please

[i-restuff]

[ragecndybars]

some thoughts on shinjimina

we all know that minato will sleep in as long as he can possibly get away with. on any given day there is a 50/50 chance that shinjiro will either indulge him or mercilessly yank the blankets away two seconds after his alarm goes off

they are both so relieved to have a significant other who also has resting bitch face. thank god. neither of them need to constantly explain that they're not pissed off, their face is just Like That

they're walking silently side by side together after a date, both of their resting bitch faces out in full force, and passersby are like "those kids look pissed, they probably just got into a fight or something", meanwhile both of them are internally going "whh;a t if w e kk;ijsss ed nghh,; and h hheld hwands" (but neither of them are going to because neither likes PDA. it will wait until they are alone)

minato is not particularly demonstrative or affectionate, and like i said he doesn't like PDA, but whenever the urge does strike him, he will reach out and grab shinjiro's hand with zero hesitation, zero forethought. no thoughts between "want to hold hands" and "holding hands now <3". he does not fear god.

shinjiro usually talks himself out of reaching for minato's hand even when he does want to. on the rare occasion that he does just reach over and snatch it up, he usually has to cover it up with a whole lot of bluster and some ridiculous excuse. "you're such a damn space case, i gotta hold onto you or you'll drift into traffic or something" meanwhile he straight up cannot look at minato and he is blushing blatantly

they are both MUCH less flustered when they're in private. shinji will tease minato a ton when no one's watching.

shinjiro would never, ever, EVER say this out loud or even admit it to himself. not under threat of death. but somewhere deep inside, he is unbearably smug about the fact that he gets to see minato smile more than anyone else on planet earth

they CANNOT cook together as a Romantic Pastime because shinji is an intolerable backseat chef. minato is actually pretty decent in the kitchen, and shinji doesn't mind leaving him to his own devices or eating the food he makes, but if minato makes the tiniest mistake while shinji is watching, shinji physically cannot restrain himself from being annoying about it. for this reason they cook for each other in solitude only

minato likes to play with shinjiro's hair. headcanon stolen from this flawless and gorgeous comic that i never stop thinking about by leonleonhart

neither of them are that into fighting, but once shinjiro realizes that minato is actually kind of a beast despite looking like an anemic sleep-deprived goth, they do have Homosexual Spars together 100%. they fight with live weapons too like the dumbasses they are. "it's fine because we have personas," they say. "if we fuck up and hurt each other, minato will just cast salvation", they say. mitsuru blows a gasket when she finds out.

in general, they just get up to 1000x more Chaos together than anyone would expect given their usual I-don't-give-a-shit attitudes. being boyfriends brings the delinquent and gremlin come out in each of them, respectively.

shinjiro starts making fun of minato in front of god and everyone once they start dating. like, jokes and jabs that they both find hilarious, but literally anyone else would just view it as open hostility. shinji calls him a gay emo prettyboy twink with no provocation and minato is inwardly crying laughing and outwardly doesn't react at all. the rest of sees, vaguely aware that those two are close but having no idea that they're gay and in love, are horrified and confused.

neither of them have fully functional bodies and they bond over it. post-game everyone-lives versions of them in particular. no one else fully grasps how they can both be seemingly Big Strong Badasses who also sometimes physically cannot make it up the stairs without help.

they fight over who gets to snuggle koromaru.

thank you for your time

[dustyy-angel]

Ahhhhh so so I made friends with a human!!! And have come up with a skittery au and found out brokeback mountain is playing in England and guesss who is going to see it and sob and and successfully furthered my mission of letting everyone know how how awesome my friend is and that they should friend her and had some depressive episodes but found out that apparently I can still be wanted even at my worst

And ahhh what else happened I accidently sent something off anon to someone and freaked out for a moment cuz theyre great and i dont feel worthy but it was vague enough I'm pretty sure they don't know it was me lol

IM DOING FIREWORKS today!!

My tumblr friend let me ramble about my love for museums and history and I love them even more now. I'm never sure if it's okay to stray from newsies if people care about the rest of my things or if I'm just useful for newsies stuff (which is okay! Like sometimes people have one interest for you so better to err on the side of caution till you're sure.)

Um would would you like to hear about a trip I'm planning?

I SAW SEVERAL MUSICALS RECENTLY DO YOU LIKE THEM IN GENERAL I can tell you about them if you like.

Uhhhh the super duper cool human told me advice for london cuz he's the best

I'm rambling whh I'm just trying to remember all the best stuff.

Sorry if I'm being annoying just let me know if so.

A Skittery au sounds really cool, what's it about? I've never seen/read Brokeback Mountain but I know it's gay and I also know it has Mike Faist in it so that's enough for me to be interested in it. You need to tell me all about it once you see it. I hope you're feeling better now! If you ever want to talk about anything mental health wise i'm always here <3

I love fireworks! What was the occasion? or was it just for fun haha

I'm definitely interested in non-newsies stuff and you're welcome to talk about it. I've never been very interested in history but I love going to museums and art galleries and stuff like that.

Yes absolutely tell me about your trip. I love hearing about peoples travels.

Yes I've always loved musicals even tho I've barely seen any. Please tell me about the ones you saw i'm always interested in new shows and hearing peoples thoughts on them.

You're not being annoying at all! I seriously love answering asks and using tumblr in a more social way as opposed to just posting polls all the time hahaha

[engagemythrusters]

here we FUCKING go… 🙃 I just know it’s gonna kill me

Oh my goodness commandos! Aah! I love commandos :D

OH GOD WHAT NO CLONES WHY ARE THEY…

Big upset whh are clones being held prisoner :(((

Echo and Re—Y E A H

GREGOR MY BOY

Ooh who are the other guys??

Imperial ships look so janky I stg

Echo 🥰 I missed you

Hehe gregor

H O W Z E R?!

Ah I hadn’t seen his cheek I didn’t know it was him! I just thought it was another with a similar haircut!

Nemec that’s a fun name I love

Fireball is also fun! He does indeed look like he’s been hit with a fireball hehe

Hey be careful with the commando tho :(

Gregor has plot armour gregor has plot armour gregor has plot armour (convincing myself he’ll be okay and the rest of them too)

HFNFNDKDJDJD CROSSHAUR

TWO IN ONE WE GET CROSSHAIR AND ECHO IN ONE EP

BLESSED

(I say through the tears)

… clean slate?

Oh no… reconditioning?

I am no longer feeling blessed

NK DONT HURT HIM

I am dead. Ceased to exist. I’d rather that than watch this hurt

LOST FIVE OF HIS MEN?’ oh :’(( poor clones

ECHO REYNITE WITH TECH AND BAD BATCH?!

Crosshair baby you’re drugged I don’t think you can do this…

He… switched to stun…

I don’t know what that means but he never stuns so… it’s something…

STOP HURTINF HIM :(((

And immediately to paradise island wow okay I’m in pain it’s fine tho cause look at how pretty etc etc

ECHO REJOINS

Sharky!

Aw he’s so happy… this kills me.

OMEGA LEARNS TO DRIVE

she’s ducking nuts I love her so so much

Tech you nerd

Wow this is a vast change from what I was feeling two minutes ago. Whiplash city in this ep. Good god.

SHES SO HAPPY

So am I 😭

OMEGA

OMEGA SWEETIE

You’re gonna be the death of tech 😂

Big hug 🥰

“It hasn’t been that long” IT HAS FOR ME

Ew. Tarkin. Die.

Please please go save Crosshair. Please

OH THEH KNOW NOW

GO. GET. HIM.

Hunter stop. Hunter please. He needs help.

Crosshair haters gonna have a problem after this. Of course they’ll still find something bc people will do anything to hate a normal ass character.

Oh god… Crosshair… :(

THATS IT?!

NO MORE??!

No. No I need more.

I need to know if they get him. I need him safe…

Overall thoughts: (assorted weeping)

[the19thduckpotato]

@allmightluver  I didn’t want to spam you and I figured a few others might enjoy this as well, so here is that fluffy dream snippet I promised to share.  <3  

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Toshi made a soft noise in his sleep.  The arm draped about Izuku tensed for a moment, as if trying to protect the boy.  Then it fell away, no longer a hindrance. "Nnnu... wakeup....." Izuku slumped against Toshi's chest, sticky eyelids closing. One last dissatisfied grunt, and he lost the battle to sleep far quicker than he should have. Toshi unknowingly returned the grunt, but it was a pleased, almost victorious grunt.  He shifted, Izuku's weight settling against him.  Satisfied, his breathing evened out. Golden afternoon sun painted the wall over their heads.

. .. ... .... The child clutched his backpack, eyes wide and nervous.  The roads didn't make sense here.  They should have.  They seemed almost familiar but each time he turned a corner, expecting to see home, the roads turned unfamiliar.  Home felt farther and farther away the more corners he turned. Unsettling fear crept in.  He just wanted to go home.  He looked about for help, trying to quell his panic. Everything was glaringly, dishearteningly, unfairly devoid of people.  The world loomed far too large and the child bit back a cry of terror. One more corner Surely someone is here. Please please His sneakers pounded the pavement as he rushed the next corner, as if hoping to catch the world in the act before it shifted on him again. However, he had also squeezed his eyes shut, scared that this new corner would also look unfamiliar.  So he didn't notice the big kid until he thudded off of him. "The hell?" the big kid snarled.  Behind him, two other big kids watched as the first grabbed the child by the front of his shirt and shook him.  "Why doncha watch where you're going?!" I know you The child's blue eyes lit with fear, trying not to glance at his backpack. please don't please don't please please One of the other big kids yanked the backpack from the child's hands, ignoring (or enjoying) the whimper. "What's the lil nerd got?" "Comics!" the third remarked, barking laughter.  He held up one.  "Wondorous Woman?!  That's a GIRL'S comic, you lil dweeb!" someone please "You don't need to read this crap!" PLEASE The third big boy gleefully tore the first page off, a messy diagonal rip.  The child screamed angrily and swiped at him. "Oh HO, the lil nerd's got spice!" the first one sneered.  "Let's show him what we think of that."  He pulled one meaty fist back. someone please help me!

A small figure barreled out of nowhere and shoved the bully out of the way. A (very) young voice screeched angrily "YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!!" A freckled face that couldn't be more than six years old scrunched up with anticipation  of coming pain and righteous anger. The face flickered, as if reality was glitching, being replaced with an older, more tired version of itself. Eyes of thirteen years old glared out, far more subdued and cynical than they had any right to be. Jaw locked, arms up to guard his face. Daring the boys to come closer. Another, stronger flicker, and the small body grew taller, more muscular, green lightning flickering around. Standing as tall as his five foot six body would allow, broadened shoulders yelling a silent get lost, anger contained for fear of injuring the attacking children. One last flicker, a blurry form glitching into being. Six feet tall, eyes glowing powerfully. Blue(?) wings drooping heavily to the ground, a lion's growling half-roar cut off with a choked gasp as the apparition looked at his hands. A final, somehow loud flicker occurred, and the boy dropped to his knees, his form hovering indecisively between the ages of thirteen and eight. Whh-- wuuh....

"What the hell?!?"  The first bully dropped the blond child and backed up, unsure how to react to this new threat.  Beside him, his cohorts threw the backpack on the ground (spilling issues of Wondorous Woman everywhere) and bolted.  The first bully, dismayed at being abandoned, pointed a finger at the blond--"next time, you lil punk.  Freak," he added then quickly followed his friends. The child turned about, studying this new person-apparition with naked curiosity.  One hand reached out--whether to help or just touch, he wasn't sure.  He didn't seem scared but merely waited patiently for the newcomer to decide on a form.

The flickering boy's wide eyes turned to the outstretched hand, his own hand starting to reach out. The eyes focused on the face attached to the hand, suddenly becoming wider and more uncertain. Warped sounds of stressed whimpers carried through the air around him, and he pulled his hand back, wrapping his arms around his head protectively and curling into a ball, hiding from the world around him, until-- Quiet. A child of five years old peeked out from behind his arms and unfolded himself, looking up with soft round eyes at the curious blond sunburst.

A young Toshi gazed at an even younger Izuku I know you and the ten year old continued to hold out a helping hand, this time with a dazzling delighted grin. "HI there!  I'm Toshinori!  But you can call me Toshi if ya want.  That was pretty cool what you did just now.  You look really str--" He paused, remembering a moment ago the little kid had looked like some avenging angel, enveloped in crackling energy.  But his hand didn't waver. "--SUPER strong!  Plus Ultra Strong!  How did you do that?  Is it your Quirk?  Is this your all the time shape or just what you're ok with right now?  Sorry," he added with a sheepish grin, "I ask a lot of questions."

The small Izuku didn't speak, just made a soft noise, big eyes still staring. He took the outstretched hand in both of his, pulling himself up.

Toshi felt a warm glow within, his sheepish grin growing back to that brilliant delighted smile. I'm helping someone! At his feet, the torn Wondorous Woman comic fluttered and he blushed.  "Oh no, hang on a sec--!"

Izuku reached down and picked up one of the issues that had spilled, opening it curiously.

"That's Wondorous Woman!" young Toshi exclaimed.  "She's amazing and powerful and she can fly--i think--and she has this Quirk that makes an energy field that traps bad guys and make them tell the truth and--" He paused amid his fanboy gush and blushed more, twisting one bang nervously.  "Well, -I- think she's cool," he mumbled almost defensively.

A pudgy little finger poked at a picture of Wonderous Woman, then a whole hand brushed over the smooth page. Izuku looked up at Toshi again and nodded, agreeing that she was cool. He wondered if the blond boy had ever heard  of his favorite hero. "...All Might?"

Toshi's brow furrowed, as if almost remembering some lovely dream.  Then he shrugged.  "Never heard of them.  That's an awesome name, though--did you make that up?  All Might," he said, testing the name out and unconsciously posing, fists on hips and chest puffed out.  "If I was a hero, that'd be a great name!  But..." He laughed lightly and messed his own hair up.  "I bet you'd make a great hero with that Quirk of yours!"

Izuku's face dropped, and he seemed to shrink into himself, mouth shut tight.

"You don't like talking about it?  I'm sorry!"  Toshi sat on the ground next to the little boy, then hugged his knees to his chest.  "Is there something you do like?"  The young blond smiled cheerfully.

Izuku's eyes flicked around nervously, still not talking. He mirrored Toshi's pose, sitting down and pulling his knees up. He held out the comic, offering it back if Toshi wanted it.

Toshi grinned again.  "Go ahead, you can keep it--wait!"  He dug into his backpack where a few issues remained.  "Let me get you my favorite one--and it's not torn or dirty.  Here!"  He almost bounced in glee but instead contained himself.  "This one is super important.  This is when Wondorous Woman goes up against her arch nemesis--that's a super awful bad guy," he explained to the little boy.

Izuku leaned closer, interested.

"And he's kidnapped all her friends and hidden them away and he's fighting Wondorous Woman but making her think no one is coming to help." He remembered the first time he read this particular issue.  Hiding under his blanket with a flashlight so as not to bother his roommate at the foster home.  Scared of being caught and made fun of... but even more scared for Wondorous Woman.  Whispering tiny words of encouragement to his favorite hero with each page turn, praying she wouldn't give in or give up. "And just when all hope seemed lost," he said in a dramatic voice.  "Just when it looked like she was going to lose the fight, her friends showed up!"  His eyes shone, whether with love for Wondorous Woman or for her faithful companions coming to her aid or both, it was hard to tell.  "And they beat the arch nemesis and saved the day!" And everyone went home happy. Young Toshi ran a hand over the comic fondly then passed it to the little green haired kid.  "Here!"

The small boy shook his head, pushing it back gently. "Noo... yours!"

"It's a thank you gift!" Toshi insisted.  "Please take it."

"But..." He looked at the comic in his hands, brows wrinkling sadly. "S'your favorite... dun wanna take it away...."

"But it would make me happy sharing with you and maybe you'll like her, too!"

The boy made an uncertain face, cradling the comic to his chest. His face showed a hint of a flicker, and he breathed in sharply, reflexively clutching tighter.

Young Toshi smiled.  "Thank you," he said.

Wide green eyes stared back, as if to ask what comes next? What now?

Toshi gathered the rest of his comics and put them in his backpack... then held that out to the kid as well.  He quickly looked away before he could regret it, instead looking about for the kid's parents. "Do you want to go home now?" where is home?

Izuku took the heavy bag with a grunt of effort, eventually letting it rest on the ground. Okay, I'll carry it for you... it's kinda heavy though. He looked up at the question. "...What?"

"Home?  Where you live?  Your parents?"  He tilted his head at the kid struggling and shouldered the backpack himself, then held out a hand to the little boy.  "Wouldn't they be worried you're out alone?"

Izuku's eyebrows wrinkled more, genuinely confused. "Parents?" He wrinkled his nose, vague memories of green hair and soft noises floating through his memory, but not much taking shape. A...alone? Something cold and frightening started to scrape at his heart.

"They're big people that  love you.  They feed you when you're hungry and play with you when you're bored and take care of you when you're sick and--" Toshi's brow furrowed and he brushed his free hand over his eyes.  Then he smiled sunnily down at the little kid.  "I bet you have parents looking for you right now!"

Izuku shook his head, eyes sinking towards the ground. "No." He was sure without really knowing why.

"No?  That can't be true!  You have a great Qu--" His heart hurt to see the little kid he just met so sad.  He knelt down, squeezing the small fingers twined with his. "--what I mean is, if you want, I can be uh--" a dad?  Not old enough.  Family?  But they just met.  Brother?  Maaaaybe? "--we can stick together till we find someone, ok?  How's that?  Much nicer than being alone."

Izuku looked up wonderingly. Then down at the hand that held his. He stepped a little closer, leaning against Toshi in something like a hug. I like you.

Toshi was wide eyed for a startled moment.  Then the biggest grin yet spread across his face.  And some warm feeling glowed in his chest again, happy that the little kid felt safe around him.  "C'mon," he said.  "Lemme show you my favorite spot by the river and we can read all the comics!"

A small smile sprang to life on Izuku's face, then grew to a big grin. "Okay!!" He wrapped his arms around Toshi's neck, ready to be picked up.

"Oompf!!"  The kid's weight, coupled with his backpack, made Toshi stagger and he wished for a moment that he was stronger.  But the little kid's smile fueled his energy and Toshi proudly carried both kid and comics.

Little Izuku giggled, happily looking about from his new vantage point.

Toshi giggled too then wrinkled his nose as his bangs got caught in his mouth.  He didn't want to put his little friend down.  "Cou' you ge' my 'air?"

"Huh?" Izuku took a second to get it. "Oh, uh-huh." He pulled Toshi's bang out of his mouth and dropped it, wrinkling his nose and grinning. "Eeeeeeww."

Toshi laughed even harder, his heart swelling with joy.  He jogged along the river bank, trying not to jostle the kid.  "Yeah, eating hair isn't smart," he snickered.  "Extra not my hair--it's loooong!"

Izuku took hold of the other bang, looking at it intently as he bounced along. "Shiny. Like it."

Toshi blinked as the bang's end got in his eyes.  "Thanks.  Could you hold it out of the way so I can see, please?"

Izuku held it up above Toshi's head, still gazing at it and rubbing the strands between his fingers, fixated on how gold it was in the sunlight.

The pair trotted merrily along, soon at Toshi's favorite tree.  He knew he was supposed to put the kid down now but somehow, doing so felt like losing a part of himself. weird, huh? "Uhm," he said.

"Mm?" Izuku dropped the bang and started patting Toshi's head, smushing the floof.

Toshi scrunched his face happily.  "Kid!" he said, squatting down and letting small feet touch the ground.  "Thanks, I think?"  He felt his hair, a bit messier than usual but smooshed with love.

Izuku sat down on the ground, looking up at Toshi. His gaze drifted up towards the tree branches, and he laid down on his back, staring up at them and smiling. One hand reached up as if to touch them.

Toshi flopped beside him, grinning. home? And the grin flickered to confusion for a moment.  What? h o m e? He looked to the little kid he just met, the little kid who had saved him, and Toshi felt an overwhelming desire to protect this small person with his small but powerful smiles. He too reached one hand up toward the branches.

[bastardofharrenhal]

Get the art asks bestiee 😼😼

what's the most fun and the least fun parts about your process

what do you love getting compliments about n don be surprised if i suddently do so🔪/hj

a piece from this year that you're really proud of

show us the last thing you drew, be it a finished piece or a small doodle

what's the most fun and the least fun parts about your process🌸

ugh the least fun will ALWAYS be base coloring. like ig its FINE bug ig takes SO LONG which is whh most of my art has none colors

as for fave, its prolly the skatching. its just hella fun. i also like lineart sumtimes, but its so stressful 99% of the time that i just cant say that i like it

what do you love getting compliments about🌸

aaaaalready anwsered it

a piece from this year that you're really proud of🌸

a mix of vale and playboy bunny laph

i cant find laph now so ig this

show us the last thing you drew, be it a finished piece or a small doodle🌸

i've yet to post it but ig its aelita's clothes doodle

[pyro-doll]

dont apologize!!! ur a busy person <33

Ahh im glad u had sm fun!!! whh u mustve looked so pretty (*´▽`*) Oh I hve a friend whos one of those!!! It sounds rly cool tho I'm not completely sure what it is :'''

FRFR<< The xinyan, childe, aether, thoma team is not something I knew I needed until it showed up- Wooo I wish u quick pulls and a full wallet (♡μ_μ) That little paper looking guy had a surprisingly deep voice, but I am vry curious abt him-

!?!?!?? HELLO__ ☆ｏ(＞＜ )○ THTS AMAZIN???? U DRAW SO WELL OMG THE CLOTHES THE FACE EVERYTHING IS PERFECT?! not to be screaming in ur ask box but, its necessitated (ᓀ ᓀ) - 🌸

YES XINYAN AND CHILDE! unlikely but amazing duo esp with the others. Also yeah littol paper man? What is he doing there he is. Splashing them. Anyways I'm so hype for next update kehehe I'm at 75 pity right now I've decided to go for Childe just bc I don't hate him, I wouldn't mind though I really want jean, Keqing and diluc.

ALSO TY WAH I enjoy drawing even if it takes forever eeee. 💕

[alfalfatauri]

YOU CAN EXCUSE *** BUT U CANT EXCUSE MINT CHOC CHIP?!? excuse me, nurse? yeah I don’t think I’m the one who should be in hospital

finally!!! A feud between mutuals that doesnt involve *** and that I didn’t start!

[ctpatown]

my self worth is so very little

[grizztheexplorer]

Reaction umbrella academy. Ep 10, s1:

- looks like reggie is a time traveler. But with his wife was he in the past or future???????

- GLAD LUTHER TRIED TO APOLOGIZE TO POGO. AS YOU SHOULD.

- I understand possessed vanya destroying the rooms she felt excluded from, but tell me a memory of luke and allison doing unplatonic things trigger you??? Girl who wants to cockblock. If anything the usual reaction is to go “shit sorry” and then leave😭 i just feel like that’s an odd memory to trigger her. Felt more like a reminder of allison and luther’s feelings going on since they were young, than something that upset vanya.

- god I understand she was possessed sort of and not in control but how she murdered pogo? Even if i can like her and all she can never be my fave. That was horrible. Him and Grace were the only love she got as a child. To murder him like that and watch him as he struggles with his last breaths?? Awful. Im glad his death was emotional and luther was hurt. An emotional scene is what pogo deserved :(

- mom’s moment is heartbreaking too.

- uhm.... can we just take a moment to realize this is all happening because five left for like 30 minutes?? Sjfjdjf literally nothing would have happened if he had stayed. I just KNOW he would have called them dumb for locking vanya and talked to her himself bc her demons talked to her.

- WHY DO THEY ALWAYS ASSUME KLAUS IS LYING HIS POWER IS LITERALLY THE DEAD HOW DOES THAT NO MAKE SENSE U STUPID FUCKS. HE DIDNT LIE ABOUTUR DAD EITHER WHH WOULD HE LIE ABOUT THIS

- damn fuck you got me. I started the show bc i saw a fun edit of s2. Ik allison finds a husband and loves him very much, but fuck im rooting for her and luther to end up together a little?????? They just have a bond sjdjdjd i hate the writers for this they really should have just had a strong sibling bond but here we are :/

- respect to hazel for that cha-cha has me tired. Has anyone had the conversation that from the only black women in the show the dark skin one is the insufferable one?? No?? We still waitong on that!? Would have literally made more sense to have her be in the position of hazel and hazel be the sort of power hungry one. I dont even blame the show, Netflix just had such bad reputation with dark skin female characters. Still glad cha-cha got fucked tho sjdjdjf

- why is diego on luther’s ass about a plan and being a leader as if he wasn’t just as bad lmaoooo. Y’all don’t function unless is under five or allison’s instructions sir pls sit tf down you BOTH useless.

- IS THAT THE COMMISSION?? GOD I HATE THEM

- PLS AGNES MUST BE SO CONFUSED SEEING THE LITTLE BOY HAVE THIS MUCH AUTHORITY WITH THIS OLD ASS DANGEROUS WOMAM SHDJD

- five is literally the only one that ever makes sense. However the one thing he lacks is communication. He keeps wanting to save everyone on his own and keeps leaving them in the dark. Had he told them earlier of apocalypse with vanya there this wouldn’t happen. Had he told them more about everything he wouldn’t be pulled away so easily. He gotta work on not thinking himself as the one carrying everyone and rely on them more. Altho i agree with him that he is the smartest. The others getting angry at that is dumb. He is 58 anyways and all he had to do for decades was read books. So that’s a given.

- i was gonna say thank you luther but never mind. WHY ARE MAN SO DUMB LET ALLISON DO IT DAMN IT.

- damn it agnes she really is an angel “everyone has a past” god i love her

- also i wanted five to kill the handler im a little :/

- men ruined it. Couldn’t let vanya have this. After all the shit, i like vanya more than luther and diego. I don’t dislike them BUT THEY NEVER FUCKINF LISTEN.

- OKAY HOLD UP THE FINALE WAS A LOT OKAY.

- im soso glad hazel and agnes made it and escaped. Agnes deserves the world thank u for coming to my ted talk

- i can see why allison in s2, being separated and not knowing if luther is alive AND having him constantly ignore her bc “he knows better” caused her to marry someone else later and offer him to go with her. I honestly do like luther and allison and they prob will be endgame, but he has to learn to listen to her and know they can protect each other and is not always him protecting her. He has to get the “but im the leader” bs out of his head to make it work with her. Which im guessing will happen in s3 later on anyways.

- if only they listened to FUCKING ALLISON

- i wonder if allison had just like,,,, hugged vanya instead of scaring her with the gunshot the apocalypse wouldn’t happen????

- i see they aren’t escaping but rather five has a plan to run away and just start again in order to solve it. Makes sense.

- YES KLAUS U GO BABY AND BEN!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THEY DESERVE!!!!!

- glad cha-cha died goodness gracious

- i liked that the children appear on the last shot of the circle. If only andy mustard ugly ass would have taken notes for It Chapter 2 BUT I DIGRESS

Overall good season good show. I liked it. I like all characters but top 3 are def allison, five, and klaus. And ben. So top 4 bc ben is a puppy who i will always love a treasure. Hope we keep seeing klaus’ powers grow too.

[corvidxfriend]

What is your opinion on art theoreticians? Do you believe that trying to quantify art through definitions and critique is the proper way art should be categorised and digested, or do you believe that such things take away from the enjoyment of art? I guess what I'm trying to say is, do you believe that theoreticians and critics with "golden opinions" only see art through dry definitions, and cannot enjoy art for how it makes you feel? Apologies for my ramblings.

Hey! No don't apologize, I totally get what you're saying!! & Sorry this took me a couple of days to get to 😅

Let me see if I can explain my views on this properly. Because on one hand, I do think that there are some parts of the art world that are.... almost objective or can be made objective? There are aspectcts of some work that we DO have a biological respose to, whether or not we realize. And the world of art isn't ENTIRELY some kind of lawless wild west. BUT, that said, Art is INCREDIBLY Subjective. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and the world of art is so incredibly diverse at this point that I don't think anyone COULD boil the entire concept of artistic vision down to just "theory". There's just too much to be considered.

For a theoritician or critic to try and quantify WHY something makes you feel the way that you do when you look at it is an interesting thought, but It's hardly scientific. I ESPECIALLY dislike putting others' art down, or considering it 'trash' because it is NOT held up to some specific objective standard. A lot of artistic standards have slowly worked their way into the mainstream MAINLY because of prominent trends throughout history. I'm rusty on my art history so I'm not going to go into it too deeply, but the popularity of those trends in styles have ALWAYS been a huge force in the world of art. (kinda like modern pop culture & in-groups, life reflects art, right? 😎)

There will always be a place for art rebels out there. In fact for the world of art to evolve I think that we NEED people who are willing to go against the grain and bring new trends into the limelight. Break the fucking rules. Show us something that we've NEVER seen before. Then It could be argued that something fresh and new has a greater impact on our tastes than the best of the best of X or Y era. And how interesting is it to see how these trends are repeatedly broken by rebels? I love it.

My counterpoint here is IF you are choosing to set objective standards for yourself as the artist, you are opening yourself up to critique, because of the limitations you are givjng to your body of work. For instance If you're choosing to work in the style of 1800s realism, you have an era, specific trends, styles, and techniques that you can, in turn, work within in. Something like that, I think, can be critiqued based on those criteria only because you are choosing to 'work inside of the box' of (insert era). And even then, the critiques that piece recieves are still subjective to the viewer, whether or not that affects someone's perception of it is ultimately up to the beholder.

And when I say "Work inside the box" I don't mean this in a negative light. I throughly believe that serious learning can come by giving yourself restrictions, or specific guidelines for your work. For instance, the first time I had EVER Painted in Oils (My fav Medium) My teacher chose to teach us Realism and Observation Excluseively. And here I was, painting some jank little abstracts in Acryllic from time to time. It changed everything that I understood about painting, and it COMPLETELY changed my style and preferences. It gave me a deeper understanding of how this specific era and type of work is made and what they attempt to reflect. Does that Mean that I, or any other theoritician/critic Knows everything about a body of work, Objectively? No, of course not. But it allows us to critique within the same bounds that a body of work was created, in a sense?

I do want to bring up some snippets on Color Theory & Our ability to heavily empathize with artwork. Because that, I believe, holds some truth to how we see artwork and how it Actually affects us, somewhat Objectively. Without getting too long with this (it's already long as fuck I know) Humans have a biological response to color, this is a known fact. It's not so simple as X color makes you feel X, but... it's close. There's alot we still don't understand, but we know enough that we can theorize. For instance, humans react VERY strongly to the Color Red, and it evokes a variety of emotional responses. We have a huge reaction to simple contrast, because, fun fact, Our Eyes detect Value & Contrast MUCH more strongly than they detect color. Simple Black/White/Red Artwork is going to evoke a strong response in many people, whether or not we realize that fact. Humans very naturally Empathize with Facial Expressions and body languange! Hence whh we can pick up emotional responses from human or human-like faces or impressions in artwork. This can obviously be a huge factor, and I think that this contributes to the "feel" of a piece, and is recognized as some kind of Objective standard. Is it ACTUALLY an objective standard? Not necessarily. It's just another commonality that is shared between the masses, and can be communicated as such. If a sad clown looks sad , it's obvious. It's just another contributing factor.

...Also I'm not a scientist or anything. This is all just based on my personal understanding & research SO if I'm wrong on any of this or am spewing actual pseudoscience please let me know !!

Really, int the end, the only standard that your art needs to stand up to is your own. If you're choosing to make "Your own work" Or your own style? You're allowed to set your own boundaries & make your own box.

& Oops This has kinda gone off the rails so I'm ending this ask here 😅 I hope I've actually answered your question !! I probably have plenty more to say on the subject...? (or need to correct myself b/c I can be a lil bit scattered) So maybe I'll tack on some edits 🤔

...Soo Here's my term paper. I hope I got an A 🥺