#i’m not sure haha

[chloesimaginationthings]

Who do you want FNAF to collab with?..

[pillow-boi]

A photo study that turned into Elliott 🫣

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[squidthusiast]

Post-Grand-Fest feels…

[mochidoodle]

happy birthday, namimori boy 💜🦔🐥

[mostmagical]

ugh I am just constantly thinking about the transformation of shepard and garrus’s relationship in ME3. like garrus is a self-described pessimist, he hates having a lack of control, he’s impatient and anxious, and right at the start in ME1 when shepard meets him, especially if you’re more paragon in your interactions with him and the crew, shep is constantly reassuring him that “don’t worry, we’ll get them. we’ll win. trust me.”

then you get to ME3 and shepard is just getting broken down over and over again. winning seems almost impossible. but you know who’s trying to be positive? you know who’s there doing the reassuring, saying “don’t worry, we’ll get them”? it’s garrus. the pessimist. all his “you were born for this,” and “you’ve done it before. you’ll do it again,” and it’s not even really a switch because he’s still being a REALIST about things. he KNOWS things are grave. he just also knows it’s his turn to step in and support shepard this time. if shepard won’t believe in themself, garrus will, and he does a good job because he learned straight from one of the best

[doctorsiren]

Part 2

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[electrozeistyking]

tomorrow

[cable-salamder]

Happy birthday to you and me, Our whole dear family

PLEASE pretend I posted this 24 hours ago I honestly just?? forgot?? But yeah birthday art for my favorite Wet Towel whom I will resume with tormenting soon

[tartagliove]

Tartaglia working out with Reader who is not as fond of exercise as he is looks a little like...

Glaring up at him as he pushes down on your shoulders to make sure you squat down far enough. Your thighs are burning. You want to stand up, but he doesn't let you until you hold the squat for five seconds.

“Screw you, Tartaglia,” you snarl at him after you straighten up.

He just flashes you a cheeky smile. “Five more left.”

You scowl at him but start the next squat anyway, making sure to bend enough. He lets go of your shoulder and circles around behind you as you do another.

The next time you sink down into the squat, warm hands wrap around your waist and slide down to your hips as he mirrors your squat. Tartaglia applies pressure, firmly weighing you down so you keep the right position. When he lets you up, his hands travel with you, sliding back up to your waist, his thumb slipping under your shirt to rub circles across your skin. You shiver.

“Two more. C'mon, I know you have them in you. Make them good.”

You groan at him in protest but squat once more with his hands holding down your hips. Then as you sink into your final squat, he lets go to circle around and stand in front of you. His blue eyes track your every movement as you complete the squat on your own, straightening up with an exhale—just to end up chest to chest with him. “Good job,” he croons, taking in the way you pant for breath and your legs tremble from the exercise.

A whine escapes your lips. “Can I be done now?”

“With squats? Yes.”

You sigh in relief and take a wobbly step back from Tartaglia.

He closes the distance, refusing to let you retreat. “Ah, not so fast. You have weights to do. Time to work on these arms!”

You cross aforementioned arms defensively, glare returning instantly. “I hate you.”

“You love me,” he fires back.

“You’re delusional.”

“And you’re going to complete this workout your boyfriend prepared so he can cook dinner as you take a nice, hot shower.”

That does sound nice, even though you know you’re in for at least another half hour of pain. “Pasta?”

“And garlic bread.”

“Fine. I’ll finish your stupid workout.”

You press a quick kiss to his lips. The fond look that appears on his face makes you turn on your heel and stalk off toward the rack of weights, leaving him before he realizes you aren’t too upset about exercising with him after all.

[orykorioart]

We all lie beneath her light.

This was a pretty quick drawing so I was able to get a timelapse that isn’t too compressed (though it does flash a bit), if anyone’s interested in checking that out under the cut! Featuring me fussing with the gold trims for like 1/3 of it lol.

[Description: Timelapse Video of the described Lucretia art]

[tornado1992]

Babyfied Tails not crying no matter how hungry or sick he’d be because when he was an actual toddler he learned that if he cried no one would come to help him, his cries would only attract the people who wanted to hurt him.

[k1tty5]

been thinking about them

[shima-draws]

The fact that One Piece has CONTINUOUSLY done character death fakeouts to the point where when someone dies you EXPECT them to turn around and say oh actually haha I survived jk lol not dead. But it’s all just a setup. They’re doing this to me on purpose so that when someone ACTUALLY dies for realsies and STAYS dead it is going to Hurt. And I am not Ready for that,