#like there's really not a physical resemblance

[minimarvelh]

Do you have any sleepy irondad cuddles headcannons? the pet names are literally the cutest

OMG YES YES YES

I headcanon Tony calling Peter kid, kiddo around other people, but when they alone (or with Pepper) he calls him bubba, roo, spiderbaby, chipmunk (form Alvin and the chipmunks, I headcanon that Peter LOVES this cartoon and every month they are rewatching it and Tony finds some resemblance between Peter and Theodore (“honestly, Peter has characteristics all of them”) so Tony calls him chipmunk)

Most of the time Peter calls Tony “Mr.Stark” despite how close they are, but when he is sleepy he slips and calls him dad.

If Peter falls asleep on the couch, Tony carries him into his room.

If Peter has nightmares, he comes into Tony’s and Pepper’s bedroom and sleeps with them.

Peter is like a small octopus and always sleeps literally on Tony, compressing him and making it hard for the man to breathe (what we do for our kids)

Pepper always laughs and makes a tons of pictures of them.

Peter is really affectionate, but when he is sleepy he is 1000% more affectionate and always wants as much physical contact as possible.

One of the first times when they cuddled on the couch, Tony discovered if Peter feels comfortable and safe he purrs.

Peter is a big spoon (he is an octopus and a spider, of course he is a big spoon)

that’s only some of them!! (sorry for responding so late😭😭)

I hope you are having an amazing day!!

[arliedraws]

In the books, Sirius's devotion to Harry is of course very deep, but it never translates to something physical. He only shakes Harry's end when he leaves his bedside in book 4, and in book 5 there is something resembling a hug, like twice...? As a dog he stood up his hind legs and front paws on harry's shoulders and a half hug after Christmas. Idk it sort of drives me crazy, because in the movies Harry and Sirius are so affectionate! That first hug when Harry arrives in Grimmauld!! Gary and Dan had an amazing chemistry that other actors were jealous of, they mirrored the book characters, so it palpable on screen, the few scenes Gary is in at all at least.

So, what do you make of this? Do you in musing for art imagine a more affectionate relationship between Harry and Sirius? Maybe if Sirius survived the war? Molly's hug in book 4 was a poignant moment but imo that should have been a moment between Sirius and Harry. Sirius already says he expected something catastrophic to happen to Harry in the third task, that's what he stutters when Harry comes in with Dumblebore. So he is literally afraid of his godsons life and it still shows of course, Sirius staying at Harry's side was very beautifully written, like the devotion is clear, but I am foaming at the mouth for more affection between them in canon? Platonic, not shipping. So between the movies and the books Im just kinda torn what's better

It's more a rant than an ask, sorry lol, but if you have any input I'd he so stoked to read it. Not many peeps in the fandom even give Sirius and Harry any time of day, nvrmind even understand what they had (which also drives me kinda nuts but ok)

Ohhhh, anon, you’ve come to the right spot! Mostly because I love them. I would say that 80% of my fandom interest is just Sirius being a dad to Harry.

To your question, I don’t think one is better than the other. Each has their purpose. Let me share my thoughts:

1. I am soft for movie Sirius and Harry’s affectionate touching. However. The dynamics of their relationship were NOT mirrored from the books, which…is fine. Honestly, I just don’t think it was a priority for the filmmakers. This particular bit doesn’t bother me because the movies are not supposed to replace the source material—they are an interpretation. To me, watching the movies is like reading fic—fun to watch but not canon. Also, the filmmakers removed so much of their relationship in GoF that they HAD to make Sirius and Harry physically affectionate in order for movie audiences to see what losing Sirius would mean to Harry. Their complexity is completely unexplored in the films, and they had to do SOMETHING to get the audience to feel sad when Sirius died. This started in PoA when they really downplayed the context of their relationship. (Lol, see my rant on PoA. I really don’t like that movie hahahahaha.)

2. In the books, Harry and Sirius are not physically affectionate with each other despite their intense love for each other, and I think this is an effective way to show characterization. As I tell my students, this might have been intentional by the author, but it could have been an instinct that she followed (what feels right for the characters).

Here’s what I think: both are so terrified of losing the other that they won’t allow themselves to get too close, and, crucially, they both fear showing vulnerability. Touching someone and reaching out for a hug or comfort is an extremely vulnerable thing to do. If you reach out for a hug, you are showing your true feelings. To be rejected physically is sometimes more devastating than someone telling you to just “go away.” It’s a sign of trust to touch someone—you are trusting that they feel the same way about you, and you are trusting that they won’t pull away. Both Sirius and Harry understand rejection, and both avoid it. How do you avoid rejection? You distance yourself.

I’ll put the rest under a cut because I think this might get long…

Sirius and Harry, for all that they love each other, fall out of trusting each other by OotP. Part of this is trauma, but it is also miscommunication. Harry is worried that Sirius will do something stupid—either out of concern for Harry or because he wants to get out of number 12–but he’s worried he’ll lose Sirius. So by withholding affection (which I’m not sure if he knows how to give physically), Harry distances himself from Sirius which will, theoretically, keep Sirius safe (of course, it backfires). Sirius is…you know…going through stuff in OotP. He is already vulnerable—he perceives himself as being emasculated because he’s not allowed to leave his childhood home and he’s relegated to performing ‘uninteresting, domestic work’, and he must be inactive when he’s a man OF action.

When it comes to Goblet of Fire and the odd handshake… I think Sirius is reeeeeally holding back. Harry does NOT want him to go, and Sirius knows this. (Why DOES Dumbledore send him away? Literally anyone else could have “alerted the old crowd” and NOT the convicted murderer. This is clearly the author’s excuse to get Sirius away from Harry—and, I’ve spoken to this before, Sirius is too much of a miracle character—too smart, too loyal, too loving to support the story that the author wanted to tell.) Sirius, if he had stayed, would have been the emotional support that Harry needed. So if Sirius holds Harry, what if Harry doesn’t let go? What if Sirius himself can’t let go? A handshake will have to do.

So Sirius leaves Harry with that bizarre handshake. That Sirius leaves at all damages their relationship—it could have been repaired with time (if they’d been allowed time), but this moment makes Harry realize that he cannot rely on anyone, not even Sirius. This leaves Harry to be isolated in OotP, and it leaves him to feel like he cannot trust anyone. I’m not blaming Sirius for leaving, but I believe this action causes a rift between them that carries into the next book.

My point is, I HATE that they don’t touch but it is very important that they don’t, at least when it comes to the story that the author wanted to tell. I think it was the right move when we look at the story as a whole. Do I like it? NO! But it’s interesting, and it DOES feel right for them. Is it devastating? Yes!!!!!!!

TL;DR: I don’t think either interpretation is necessarily better than the other, but they both have their purpose. Both are effective!

Touch is…huge in HP. Consider Voldemort’s “I can touch him now” and causing Harry pain. Touch is a privilege, and to be touched without permission is a violation. Harry kills someone by touching them. He is only touched by his family when Dudley beats him up or he gets shoved in his cupboard.

Weirdly, one of my absolutely favorite moments when Sirius and Harry touch is in PoA when the Dementors are closing in on Sirius, Harry, and Hermione, and Harry, as he’s about to faint, reaches out to grab an unconscious Sirius by the arm, thinking something along the lines of “the dementors weren’t going to take him” and such. And this is about two seconds after Harry has accepted that Sirius is telling the truth! Harry physically tethers Sirius to him—this touch-starved teen reaches out to this man who is now everything to him, who is now his only real family, willing to risk death (or worse) to keep it. BUT THEY JUST MET!!!!! Devastating!!!

Also…another thought: the first time Sirius and Harry touch is the first time Sirius has been touched as a human in twelve years. And Harry is beating the absolute shit out of him…and then Sirius nearly strangles him…

Also, also, not to like…self-promote, but if you want some Sirius & Harry family feelings and a wee bit of affectionate touching, I wrote a one-shot where they talk about their feelings in OotP.

Anyway, this got longer than I thought. Thank you for the prompt!!

[fashionsfromhistory]

Evening Dress

Charles Frederick Worth

c.1888

Museum of Fine Arts, Boston (Accession Number: 46.204a-b)

[spiderziege]

potential builds to draw: maybe mumbo's vault from this season? or etho's s7 monstrosity?

i went with the monstrosity which ended up being a lot more difficult than i thought lol. i have a couple more screenshot i wanna draw too so i might add to these at some point

[acidicsketches]

Felt like doing headshots

[rewritingcanon]

scorbus satosugu cosplay

my eyes widened to the size of two small moons. crossover of the century mayhaps?

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Oh, g-ddammit. Now I want to ask Phoebus to do some sculpting to theoretically age us. We can't rely on his Breath of Life to age us temporarily, as he's still not fully a master of that gift. But sculpting is much more precise, since we don't have any hands on software that would age us digitally."

"I know how I'd look if I was 40. I was told I looked hot!~"

"Immy said I might develop a body shape similar to my father and Gregorio's if I aged a few decades. In other words, I'd probably get a dad bod gut."

"Would Phi and I finally get beards?!"

//Nope.

"G-DDAMMIT!!"

[small-toast]

self portraits 🦦🤠

(I look like a north american river otter irl it's so neat)

[transingthoseformers]

Current design information on Silverlight:

So absurdly small by Cybertronian standards, squishy as it's armor is still soft and slightly flexible, curved finials that are still oh so telling but the curve will likely become more pronounced as it ages, plain silver armor with white optics (for now, as I can see Silverlight developing red as a secondary color bc that's Optimus's secondary color and was Megatron's original highlights color before he chose Decepticon purple as the war started. It's optics will most probably eventually darken into a blueish color, as yet again Orion blue and 'Tronus changed his from blue to red. But hey we can never discount whatever recessive genetics the Allspark loves to stash away in forged mecha. Will Silver have clawed servos or fangs? That's to be determined)

[sleepy-bear-tm]

Oh to be Death's rare favorite...

[strugglingclassicist]

I'm slowly making the progress from feeling bad about my facial hair to feeling neutral and to feeling good about it and actually like it. I've managed to grow properly fond of my sideburns, which started to appear when I hit 20, but feeling good about my upper lip hair has proven to be a difficult affair even though (or maybe because) it's been around for a much longer time. I've managed to stop removing it and I do feel fairly neutral now, but lately I've managed to make further strides! I recently read about aasta hansteen, who lived in the 19th century and was a painter and feminist pioneer (and likely lesbian). People thought her half mad and delusional, too eccentric, too mannish, too manhating, but she lived to see so many of her ideas and ideals become reality (and many others came to be after her death). She also had a bit of a mustache, which she was mocked for (among many other things) by the men in the artist circles she frequented. I do think this self portrait she made at 20 has more of a shadow on her upper lip than other contemporary portraits of women, and in caricatures drawn of her as an adult and later old lady does not shy away from drawing her facial hair. Regardless, it does do good to feel a certain resemblance of looks and experience to someone I can look up to. Like her, I too can be mannish and sport a mustache and not give a fuck that this is "unseemly" for a woman.

[punkbxt]

the way voyager really was like “these people ended up on the complete other end of the galaxy and it took them seven years and going through hell and back to return home” the longing of your family and not knowing when or if youll ever be able to see them again because of all the just absolutely insane situations that youve had to endure in your life and youre only like 22 years old… longing for a home youll never really feel a part of even though it was your home and they raised you. knowing that even if you go back youll miss traveling and youll never really want to stay for good because you just dont fit in…

and then just the direct parallel of my own life and missing puerto rico and not been able to go back and see my family there for like seven years… im not an immigrant but god voyager really does rip the hearts right out of those of us who have been separated by our families and the hope and longing of being able to see them again someday knowing we’ll never be the same as we left them and they will never truly understand that

[occasionalsnippets]

I don't know if this has been asked before but, what will you do if you were in retrograde motion MC's place?

As the author? Die probably. Jokes aside, I wouldn't be able to say half the things MC says lol which is probably a good thing since their big mouth does get them in some bad situations

[the-irrelevant-trumpeter]

i have never understood how people get daniel radcliffe and elijah wood mixed up until now.

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LOOK, MOM! — nanami kento

yuuji accidentally calls you mom

contents: nanami x fem!reader, husband nanami hehe, this is very silly and random and stupid, fluff, nanami & reader are yuuji's adoptive parents fr, words: 1059

“nanamin!” yuuji waves at the figure approaching from behind you, a flashy grin appearing on his face as he glances at the blonde man over your shoulder. “i didn’t know you were coming by today!”

kento's hair sweeps over his forehead in the wind, a few strands coming free as he heads towards you. it's a brisk day, and he has two hot coffees in his hands that he'd picked up after his mission.

a bead of sweat drips down yuuji's temple, and he wipes it with his sleeve, still breathing heavily. you'd spent the last hour training together, pushing his physical capabilities. gojo had been busy recently, between all the missions and his conversations with the higher ups.

so, of course, you'd volunteered to teach the newest student when he couldn't. quickly, he became your favorite of the three first years.

“i’m in between assignments.” kento hands you the coffee, places a gentle hand on your lower back with a smile that is hardly there. “mind if i steal my wife away for a bit?”

yuuji shrugs, his face still bright as he glances between the two of you. ever since he’d found out two of his favorite sorcerers were together, he’d hardly shut up about it.

“no problem. i’m going to meet up with fushiguro anyway.” he brushes the dirt off his pants, waving to the two of you.

“good job today, yuuji!” grateful for something to warm you up in the chilly air, you take a sip of the coffee. it’s perfect, as always, just what you needed. “you’re improving a lot!”

he grins, proud of his accomplishments. “thanks, mom! see you later!”

there's an elongated moment of silence.

you choke on your coffee as kento stiffens beside you, watching while yuuji comes to a skittering halt.

all three of you freeze. you cough, clearing your throat, and kento's hand, steady on your back, has stilled. “yuuji—“

“oh,” the teenager says, his face turning bright red as he realizes what he’s called you. he glances between the two of you, embarrassment evident. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to—“

though, you don’t give yuuji enough time to protest. within seconds, you’ve gathered him up in your arms, squeezing the younger boy to your chest. “kento, we have a son!”

you feel yuuji tense, before he relaxes, and throws his arms around you in an even tighter hug. there’s some sort of thanks resting there. he laughs, carefree, a sound you never want to be taken away from the boy who manages to shine so brightly in such a dark world.

kento stares at you, folds his glasses up in his pocket, as if to show you both how unimpressed he is. “do we?” he asks, lips flat, though, you see through the facade to the amusement hidden in his irises. “i'm certain i would’ve remembered something like that.”

you make a face at him, covering yuuji’s ears dramatically. “oh, don’t listen to your dad, yuuji. he’s old, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

kento blinks, and then sighs, wrinkling his nose. though, when he sees yuuji’s wide grin, his eager expression, he decides to play along.

“well, then... there must be a lapse in my memory." kento crosses his arms over his chest as he regards the two of your extensively, searching for something. "that would certainly explain the striking resemblance between us.” he says drily.

yuuji laughs, a loud snort. he looks nothing like either of you, but you’re not sure he’s ever gotten to witness kento's sarcastic sense of humor, the one that not everyone really gets.

“exactly!” yuuji quips back to kento’s blank expression. "everyone tells me i have the same smile as my dad!

kento’s trying hard not to let yuuji win that one, but you can see the slight wrinkle around his eye, the tiny quirk of his lips. beside the pink haired boy, you choke out a few giggles, covering your mouth.

“yes," kento nods, solemn. "i’ve heard that as well.”

"so you do know how to make jokes, nanamin!" yuuji shouts, nearly jumping in the air as he cheers. "i can't wait to tell fushiguro this."

kento rolls his eyes, but yuuji’s so pleased, and he releases you, his eyes soft and bright as he pulls away.

though he doesn’t say it, doesn't thank you for anything, you can tell he’s grateful. itadori yuuji may be happy with his life as it is now, may have found a home within the friends he’s made at the high school, but you know he misses his grandfather. sometimes, perhaps, he even longs for the conventional family he never really got to have.

you ruffle his hair, the pink strands catching between the cracks of your fingers. “tell him i said hello too.”

yuuji nods, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he steps away. “i will!” his cheerful gaze is pinned on your husband, a secretive smile making a home on his lips. “bye, dad.”

kento shakes his head, and sighs again, though you can tell, a part of him is touched to have won so much of yuuji's admiration. “have a good evening, itadori.”

you watch the young boy scurry away, hands in his pockets as he braces himself against the cold.

"you should be nicer to your son, kento."

kento snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulder as he brings you closer to him. "i am nice to him," he says, kissing your temple softly. "a little hard on him, maybe, but i just don't want anything bad to happen to him."

you soften, look up at him with warm eyes, and you squeeze the hand that is resting on your shoulder. "i know," you say, your heart clenching. you've thought about it before, thought of kento with a tiny child that looks just like him, cradled against his chest. thought of him with a little girl whose hair he can braid, a little boy he can raise to be a gentleman.

but you hadn't talked about it; you'd always thought your life was too busy, too dangerous for children.

"you'd make a good dad, ken," you say, your cheeks flushed as you grin at him.

kento's eyes flash. "really?" an array of emotions scurries across his features before he leans down, kissing you softly. "is this your way of telling me you want a baby, sweetheart?" his voice deepens as he whispers against your lips, smiling. "because i'm more than happy to give you one."

[wherethegravelsthin]

where in the world would I be without raphael bob waksberg