#trust!!!

[lemon-zesttt]

your art is so pretty and the way you draw Harvey makes me wanna squish his cheeks like a grandma before shaking him wildly and interrogating him on how to get a mustache like his because I’m sorry it’s so good??????? I’d show him my model cars and model Miata and rave about it before running off and disappearing to never come back😭😭😭😭😭

Awwww thank you!!! I am glad you like the way I draw him 😭😭🫶 and that's so real, I want to squish and ball him in my hands as well but also!! Waittt stopp!!! Come back!! 😞😞 he would love to hear more about your model Miata!!! 😞😞😞

[pudding-fiend]

The shape of your eye…

[samhasnocontrol]

Kunikida x Ueda sketches :D

Yes, I shipped Ueda even though it hasn't been long since they've introduced. It's fun!

Hear me out on Kunikida x immortal/old beings.

[uc1wa]

tags: fem reader, is called ‘mama’, you ‘n tsumu have a baby, fluff, suggestive, self indulgent i am having atsumu withdrawals

"who’s home?" you exclaim in a whisper to your wide-eyed baby who’s sat in your kitchen in front of you. her brows raise at the changed tone in your voice and the sound of the door. though she’s not of the age where words can fully be formulated, her eyes form small crescents as she reads over your face. small eyes matching your own and tiny baby teeth smiling as wide as yours.

the door opens and you hear a rustle of a backpack and coat, shoes making their way in before the door is locked with a click.

atsumu knew he wanted to have a baby with you. agreed to start trying after he’d won his first olympics, and a swollen belly became visible the first time you’d set down the pill and welcomed him with open legs.

"mmm," the blonde walks into the kitchen that’s lit up, smelling the food that you’d made and humming a satisfied moan. but he dramatically pauses in his tracks the second his daughter makes eye contact with him.

"who’s that?" he asks, face feigning innocence and curiosity. the same routine occurs every day, your baby knows it just as well. little legs flying to kick, accidentally hitting your arm, and small arms doing the same. a mixture of babbles following.

"is that…" he starts slowly, making his way to the high chair she’s sat at, arms extending towards his baby with a bib latched around her neck. "…my baby girl?" he finally exclaims, hands finding the underneath of her own, lifting her and bringing her to his broad chest—ignorant, or… he just doesn’t care about the baby food that smears from her bib to his practice jersey.

it’ll be washed anyways.

"you’re gonna make her throw up," you amuse, watching the way he holds her with a wide smile. the way he bounces her around when she hasn’t finished half of her food yet.

"‘s okay, mama. i’ll wash clothes tonight," he finally rests her against his chest, peering over her shoulder to you with a grin. "dinner smells good, what’d ya cook me, hm?" atsumu winks, taking a few steps to where you’re sat in front of a high chair, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

and then he stays there another beat. "give mama a kiss," he says in a silly baby voice, widening his eyes once more to match your baby’s. and maybe she understood those words, but it made you laugh the way her arms reached to grab either side of your head. pulling hair as he pushed her messy lips to your cheek.

"ya love mama? mhm, me too," atsumu chimes, standing back up with your baby, finding a chair that was sat beside you and taking a seat.

he sets her tiny form on the table for a few seconds, knowing that if she did make any quick movements, you’d grab her while he slung his msby backpack over his shoulder and to the floor. then his big hands found her again, tickling her belly while holding his hand out for you to place her food for him to feed her.

"gonna make our plates," you smile at the two of them and their interactions.

and just like every night, you both finish eating sitting side by side. atsumu throws some clothes into the wash as he lays your baby down to sleep. and somehow, some way, he’s pulling you into the shower with him, like always.

because he knows you take the best care of your sweet baby while he’s away at games and practice and work. "mama deserves to be taken care of too," he reminds you, hot water dripping from his lips to yours.

[askthemedbay]

OOC Post

Hi guys! I’m going to take a short hiatus from this blog for my own mental (and hand) health :)

See you all soon! I will return with a short comic!!

[jayyylollzzz]

guess who watched ppt2.. i hope he gets worse

(reblogs appreciated!!/nf)

[apricusapollo]

just thinking about eddie "i'm broken, and i can't fix it" diaz & evan "the guy who likes to fix things" buckley

[arrowlantern]

“have steph and kon even met”

shhhh don’t worry.

[dumblebumblebee]

waiting for the continuation of arcane in which alternate universe powder recreates their machine and comes to their universe to reunite with vi. she’s missing her vi and now vi is missing her powder/jinx. they fleshed out her au character so well in just a single episode guys it’s gonna happen trust

[sondheim-girly]

what the fuck do you mean Brody came and surprised the rush line today WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I HATE MY LIFE I HATE MY LIFE I HATE MY LIFE I HATE MY LIFE I HATE-

[molloyism]

sapphic tenrose… my favs..

[crescent-rolls4]

boo nightmare hailey

[icky-incelbur]

it is I, Vivian, and I am posting on my account. No need to question me. :)

[oceanamethyst]

I Saw Miyamoto Today... I'm In Tears...

I was eating at a pizzeria in Brooklyn. The pizza was good, but that's not what the point of this post is.

After I took a few steps outside, I heard sobbing in the distance. It sounded like a man and 2 children.

Eager to help, I followed the noise.

I went down the alleyway, and I saw a grown adult in a tattered suit and 2 children by a dumpster. One child was taller than the other, both of them were in blue overalls. The smaller one wore a red cap and a puffy moustache, and the taller of the two donned a green cap and a wavy moustache.

"Nintendaddy, do you think-a we'll have-a to eat ourselves again...?" The small, red one asked.

The adult, presumably their parent, sighed. "I think that might be the case, Mario, my child, Nintendsonny."

I held back a gasp. Mario... Red cap, short stature - no. It couldn't be THE Mario. It had to be a coincidence.

"Mamma mia..." The red one sighed, who the adult called Mario. Mario shed a couple tears, which the adult tenderly wiped away.

"Nintendaddy Miyamoto Miggy-San," the green one bowed while saying the name. "How could-a anyone be-a so cruel to yar-har-fiddle-dee-dee games from a small indie company?" The green one started to cry.

Wait a minute. The green one called the tall one, "Miyamoto".

I read articles about how the Nintendo family went bankrupt and onto the streets. But this was worst than I could have ever imagined.

Miyamoto, sighed, and pulled both of his children closer to him. "I don't know." He sniffed. "I don't know."

"There's nothing in this-a dumpster, and my-a legs are dissolving by the-a second," Luigi stated. Indeed, his legs were breaking apart, the parts blowing away in the wind similar to that of a Thanos Snap.

"We're going to have to eat our plastic bodies again..." Stated MiggyMotoMoto.

Mario and Luigi broke down crying. "MAMMA MIAWAHAHAHhhahHHhahahahhhhahahahhaha!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!1!1!1!!1!1!!!1!!!1!;1!!1!1"

They all rolled up their sleeves, and took a bite of their arm.

Moto Moto took out a green pipe out of his bag. One by one, they jumped into it.

Silence.

I broke down crying, not only was I unable to help them, but even if I was able to, they were already dying due to malnutrition.

I can't type abymoree crying to hardfjjfnsbdvshjsbsbjs wahhhahhhhhhhhhahhhhh

[talentisntgenius]

dismissive-avoidant gf x anxious-ambivalent gf