#wow I love them

[cloudpalettes]

something something self-restraint something

[sivelu]

Damn…im too soft… have to draw something evil now

[waltricia]

3x03 — Forces of Nature

[missmitchieg]

aishatyler:

Get in loser… we’re going profiling. 😎

[soda-sparkss]

Wallaby doodles, yayyyy!!!(plus snufmin and freelance husbands<3)

cotv au is by @larzuen

TW! Suggestive(??) under the cut

I'm not sure if it counts as suggestive? I mean, its not to my standards, but it could be to other people

please note that all of the art looks unfinished intentionally

[roselightfairy]

Ezra: “Do you actually believe that?”

Kanan: “…It makes me feel better when I say it!”

[merlyn-red-0]

got distracted and ended up drawing a pretty angel on ms paint!

[vinelark]

thinking about timkon identity shenanigans except it’s set in early days where robin and superboy still think the other one is arrogant/annoying and they’re constantly sniping at each other and kon is like “wow robin thinks he’s soooo much better than us huh” and tim is like “wow he just doesn’t like me at all, which i have no feelings about” and then they meet as their civilian selves during some crisis and tim obviously knows who kon is but kon thinks tim is some rando and is immediately kind and friendly toward him and tim is like oh fuck. what the fuck. and then they keep running into each other and tim knows the moment conner kent finds out he’s actually robin kon won’t want to be his friend anymore and anyway. identity shenanigans

[alola-reblogging]

ATTENTION LONASHIPPERS

After you win a battle with new ultra selene in masters and you have gladion on the team with her, she says 'do you wanna go for a malasada?'and he replied he replies 'yeah, thanks.'

THAT IS ALL 😭

[presdestigatto]

food has come early 1644 tgt 🤲🤲

[whumpy-wyrms]

thinking about Anton’s past

[kissingrhi]

I perhaps need a pick me up so could I get a little Nacho and Lalo dealing with a reader that doesn't eat enough for their own good and it's dragging them down 👉👈

the way i jumped up when i saw this request because hurt/comfort yes always. also, as someone with bad eating habits/who forgets to eat, this is too real.

you could feel the grueling headache from behind your eyes, slithering its way around your skull. you were so incredibly uncomfortable, but you didn’t know what to say to either of them. you didn’t want to say a word. so you were fine just hugging yourself in lalo’s backseat, running your hands up and down your arms in an attempt to distract yourself.

lalo was humming a quiet tune, sometimes glancing over at nacho, who was biting his lip and staring out into the window. deep in thought. you guys hadn’t been working together a long time, and you were still finding out how you all connect best. such different people it was hard to place how to get shit done. lalo, the ever so charming individual, tried to make this trio work as much as he could. it was starting to grow, not by much though.

the awkward tension still lingered at times, the fidgeting, the clumsiness, all of it was definitely still there. so you sat in the backseat, your familiar trembling leg being what you could only consider a nuisance. you just pressed your head against the window, trying to curl your body in an attempt to find heat. it was cold outside, yet lalo of course found it “comfortable.”

“conejito, we’re heading to el michoacáno. hungry?” lalo asked, glancing at you through the rear view mirror with an impish grin.

“i’m okay, lalo. really, can you just drop me off home?” you said, littered with faux happiness, unsure if he was going to choose to obey your demands or not today.

“wow, i thought you were home already.” lalo pursed his lips, mustering up a giggle. “you know… home IS where the heart is.” he said, drawing out the last s in is.

when you and nacho didn’t laugh with him, he backed off, rolling his eyes. you were sure you heard him mumble something about how the two of you were no fun.

nacho definitely noticed your.. lacking posture, shaking leg, and dull eyes. he was the most observant out of the three of you. he could just tell something was off. he didn’t want to say anything, maybe it was just the winter air taking its toll. he looked at lalo when he reached a stop light, coughing so lalo would look at him. he glanced back at you, tilting his head. it was like some odd, secret language they’d formed. lalo just nodded, running a hand under his chin.

you decided to rest your eyes, yet of course the next time you opened them, you were headfirst into eye contact with none other than lalo, who has holding your car door open. his other hand was grandiosely signaling to the restaurant in front of you. you crossed your arms, giving the man a nasty stare. his smile didn’t falter, not even once. he knew you at this point.

“i know you want to go home, but come on.” he spouted, so loud it practically made you jump. “just trust me?” he shrugged, motioning with his hand to el michoacáno in front of you.

when you didn’t budge, he just tilted his head down and kept staring, teasingly, like he knew you couldn’t take the heat. when you groaned and unraveled your arms, timidly stepping out of his car, you were met with a strong hand patting you on the back.

“see, my friend! i told you.” he laughed, hand guiding you inside.

inside, you sat in a booth, across from nacho. lalo was in the kitchen doing god knows what, and of course one of his favorite songs was playing so he had to make a performance. you played with the joints on your fingers, pressing them together to see the skin pull apart. anything to avoid awkwardness with the man in front of you.

he had this look in his eyes, a shimmer you hadn’t seen before. his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes wide as he stared at you with two hands under his chin.

“you okay?” it was quiet, simple.

“me?” you asked, awkwardly laughing. “yeah, no- i’m fine. perfect.” you put a hand on your neck, massaging the flesh.

“you shouldn’t lie, you know.” he teased, small smiles etching their way onto both of your faces.

after the wholesome exchange, you heard a loud sizzling making its way closer and closer to you. before you knew it, you were met with some of the most gorgeous steak tacos you’d ever seen.

“family recipe.” lalo smiled, wrapping a towel over his shoulder and putting the tacos in front of you, fingers twinkling as he sat them down, sliding in beside nacho.

he also laid out beers for the three of you, elbowing nacho the slightest bit.

lalo popped open his beer, elbow on the table as he started to drink. “you know, no somos estúpidos.” he started, giggling as your eyes widened.

“what-“ nacho started, lalo and nacho now in a staring match at the cut off. “-he’s trying to say-“ still staring at each other. finally, he glanced back at you. “is that we do notice when a colleague is-“

“down in the dumps! ai yai yai! i haven’t seen you this depressed in a minute, god!” lalo said, pointing at your exasperated face.

“so i decided,” he continued, laying his chin on the palm of his hand. “you need some energy. some fuel, eh?” he pointed at the tacos presented neatly in front of you, reaching over to open your beer.

you rubbed your palms over your eyes, ignoring the heat finding its way into your body, heart seemingly stopping at the kind gesture. you mustered up a smile.

“that’s sweet, guys.” you said, genuine smile forcing its way onto your face as you saw lalo tilt his head, wanting you to say more. “thank you, lalo, for these show stopping, jaw dropping, gorgeous steak tacos.

nacho put out his beer, making a toast. “to heightened energy, to fuel.” “-so we can kick ass!” lalo interrupted.

you simply laughed, listening for the clink as the bottles pressed together. you took a sip, but you still hadn’t eaten. lalo and nacho were eyeballing you, waiting for you to respond.

“okay guys, i appreciate this but you are freaking me out with your staring.” you said, watching as both of their eyes softened, only softening more as you took a bite.

“holy shit.” was all you could muster at the explosion of flavor in your mouth, holding a fist in front of lalo for a first bump. he returned the gesture, throwing you a wink.

the three of your stayed there until the late hours of the night, warmth radiating off of all of you in different ways. there was a glimmer in your eyes like they’d never seen, a genuine smile on nacho’s face, and a look of endearment in lalo’s eyes for the two of you. no matter how long it took for you to finish, they stuck by you through all of it, conversing about the most random things like, “would you rather work at los pollos hermanos or die?”

“die.”

“yeah, die.”

when you were finally brought home, nacho walked you up to your door, shoving a couple gas station snacks into your arms. you opened your mouth, and he pressed into your shoulder blade.

“don’t fight with me on this.” his expression was stern but still loving, unlocking your door for you and standing against the doorframe as you pressed the food down.

his arms were crossed, just smiling at you. you walked back up to the door, waving goodbye to a wide-smiling lalo in the driver’s seat. finally, you turned you gaze to nacho, who stepped in front of the door so lalo couldn’t see.

he held his hand out in front of you and instinctively you grabbed it, face contorting into confusion. his palm pressed into yours, thumb rubbing over your skin. his hands were warm, and once he felt how cold yours were he grabbed both of yours and held them together with both of his.

“just-“ he looked down at his feet. “take care of yourself, okay?” he squeezed your hands.

“yeah, okay.” you smiled up at him, squeezing back. “goodnight nacho.”

“night.”

[cityandking]

oh u KNOW i gotta know more about hypothetical papa daichi. 1, 5, 10 for dai, vesper and bran <3

fjfjfjlskdf thanks for indulging me // kids/babies questions

1. How many kids do they want? Do they have kids already?

DAI — technically(?) there's The Godling which is the baby god the party helped like. create? wake up? bring into existence? (dai is reticent to admit it but he definitely feels like the godling is Their Baby). he didn't even realize he wanted kids until the godling happened, but he thinks he'd be fine with one (he needs a gateway baby but my god he'd be such a good dad)

VESPER — vesp assumed she'd never have kids given the whole Circle thing, so she never bothered to want any. but she came from a big family (and so did cullen) and once they had one they knew they'd want another one. the twins were a bit of a surprise but she's happy with three

BRAN — bran never wanted kids and gawain was a massive surprise

5. How did they decorate their baby room?

DAI — dai's the kind of person who would consult all the baby literature, talk to zaref and his dad(s), and then just do whatever he wanted anyway. probably murals of the sun and the sky and mountains. bassinet, rocking chair, mobile. I like to imagine him and zaref sitting on the ground despairing over ikea instructions. it brings them closer than any god or void ever did.

VESPER — vesper had almost no say in the kids' rooms. for niamh her family (mostly helene) swooped in and took care of everything, and when she had the twins she was already back in her childhood home and the nursery was already set up. she's honestly fine with that; she does more than enough already and is perfectly happy not to bother with decorating a baby's room.

BRAN — it was allllllll ocean themed. gawain knew what the water was before he knew how to walk. (luckrunner verse it's just her cabin. catch the captain on deck barefoot with a baby bjorn)

10. What type of personalities do their kid(s) have?

DAI — I don't have any Dai Baby Specifics(TM) in mind but I think any child of his would be both severely solemn and kind of a bitch. like that kid (those kids?) would be so intense and earnest and have no filter. musa's legacy. rip dairef (I think zaref would find it hilarious. dai's outwardly disapproving but inwardly amused)

VESPER — the three stubbornest children know to man or maker. between her and cullen they are tiny little powerhouses of Opinion and Bullheadedness. her siblings who are parents both laugh and tell her she's earned this. (niamh gets vesper's temper and both of their ideas of right and wrong and she is fiercely opinionated and determined to prove herself. she has their anxiety too, but she's more charismatic than either of her parents. the twins are a little more chill and solemn. at least one of them is a mage, and they do that creepy twin awareness shit.)

BRAN — gawain is a mini-bran—just as stubborn, just as hopeful, just as larger than life. it's a little exhausting but bran loves him more than words or sense and is so so so proud of him at every turn

[mossymax69]

ome the thingy

[missmitchieg]

Hotch focusing on paperwork:

*Dave walks in*

Hotch, immediately:

[kaydenverse]

comfort

gif is not mine!

a/n: omg thank you so much for 100 followers!! i’ll probably bust out a couple headcanon posts for cod and MAYBE marvel over the next few days. but not a promise tho cause i just started back up at uni again this week </3. but thank you so much again!

pairings: johnny “soap” mctavish x platonic 141 (including halo!)

content warnings: light angst, talks of anxiety and mental health, that’s it really

word count: 1.6k

johnny hates to admit it but he struggles from severe anxiety. he does his best to keep it under control and not let affect him but that can be hard by himself.

sometimes, just before missions, johnny gets a really intense wave of anxiety and each of you have your own little thing you do with him to calm him down and clear his head before he goes out in the field with renewed confidence.

with you, he’ll sit (or stand depending when he pulls you aside) across you and brings your hands in his. he’ll rest the backs of your hands against his forehead while he takes deep breathes.

sometimes he remains in that position completely silent and other times he engages in random conversation to have your gentle voice help pull him into an eased state again.

“hey,” johnny starts. “do you think price was the one that farted during briefing earlier? that silent but deadly one?” johnny says in a dead serious tone. he’s definitely hiding the stupid smile he has on his face from you.

you make an exaggerated noise of offense. “don’t try and blame your fart on that poor man!” you tilt your head to peek under his hands but he shoots his head up to look at you.

“…how’d you know it was me?” johnny playful glares at you. “and if price had just heard you call him “that poor man” he’d absolutely kick yer arse.” johnny laughs.

“cause his farts never stink that bad.” you say very matter-of-factly.

“halo,” johnny blinks at you. “you know can tell what each of our farts smell like?” he’s fighting back a laugh.

now you break out into a small laugh.

“i’ve been on far too many missions with all of you where i have ended up crammed in a tight space with each of you individually. i know things i wish i didn’t from those times alone.” johnny laughs, poking fun at you for admitting that information.

“sorry,” he’ll always say when he’s feeling better.

“don’t even dare say that. not right now, not ever, for needing comfort. what we do… it’s hard. it’s okay to not be okay. i’m here for you. always.” you wiggle your hands out of his to cup his face and pull him closer to your height. you give him a warm smile before gently bumping foreheads with him.

“now lets go kick some ass, yeah?”

-

with price, johnny will run over the plan multiple until john catches onto the sergeant’s anxious rambling. he’ll softly say johnny’s name until johnny stops swaying from side to side with anxious energy.

“what’s goin’ on, mctavish?” the captain will ask softly.

“dunno cap… just tired i guess?” johnny gives a half smile. he always tries to stay strong around his team lead.

“you’re a shit liar mate… but that’s a good thing.” john winks. johnny smiles and relaxes a little. “don’t you dare talk down on yourself. you’re one of the best i know. why do you think you’re on this team?”

john pats johnny’s hand. johnny hums and places his other hand over john’s, sandwiching the leaders hand between his. johnny closes his eyes as he takes a deep breathe and lets it go after a few seconds.

“i’m not a shit liar, if i were, i wouldn’t be on this team now would i?” johnny winks back. john always give him a tight hug, pats included, when johnny’s good again.

-

with ghost, he’ll fidget with his bulletproof vest until simon pats johnny’s knee then flips his gloved hand palm up in an offering. johnny always takes it without hesitation, lacing their fingers together.

they’ll just sit in silence while holding hands. whenever johnny squeezes, simon squeezes back.

sometimes johnny will lean his forehead onto simon’s shoulder for more physically contact.

they’ll just sit like that until johnny is grounded again, or if they’re short on time, until they’re called to go.

when they get up to go, simon grabs the top of johnny’s helmet and shakes him a little.

“don’t get yourself so worked up, i trust you with my life you dumbass. what are you worrying for?” simon mutters like he’s annoyed but johnny can tell simon is smiling because his eyes are smiling too.

simon might not be the best at words but his actions of care towards johnny speaks volumes in itself.

-

with gaz, johnny zones out completely.

i’m talking kyle had to snap his fingers in front of johnny’s face and repeatedly say the scottish man’s name gently to not genuinely startle him to bring johnny blinks back to reality. “earth to john mctavish? you there mate?” kyle would laugh softly though there’s a worried look in his eyes.

“you went off into the “lying-about-your-abilities so you feel bad“ land on accident.” johnny snorts when kyle gently swats at the back of johnny’s helmeted head.

they sit and joke around until johnny is near giggling like a little kid over a stupid pun kyle had just made and he has forgotten about what he was anxious about anymore.

“ready to go?” kyle hums as he holds his fist out for johnny to bump. johnny smiles and knocks his fist against kyle’s.

“never been more ready in my life.”

-

on the rare occasions that kate is physically there at briefings and not giving intel through the conference phone, she’s usually the first to catch onto soaps anxious pen fiddling he does while sitting at the table.

once she’s done handing out and explaining intel, she’ll excuse everyone else but ask johnny to stay behind. johnny nearly knees the bottom of the table from how hard he starts bouncing his leg.

“of course, laswell.” johnny will nod with a small forced smile, making sure to avoid eye contact with the rest of you as you all quietly file out of the room.

“hey,” kate pulls up a chair across from johnny and . “what’s up, spill.” she leans forward with her elbows on her knees and offers her hands to johnny.

sometimes johnny just shrugs while eyeing the floor and other times he can come up with a vague reaction why he feels so off but either way he always takes kate’s hands in his.

“dunno…” johnny sighs this time, his shoulders relaxing a little when kate starts to rub her thumbs over his knuckles.

kate nods and never pushes for an answer if johnny doesn’t give her one. she’ll just hum and lean her forehead against his. “well whatever it is, it’s wrong or won’t happen or anything like that. when john came to me about putting this team together and i read your file, i was truly amazed at everything you can do. i trust him and i trust you to get the job done and you excel every single time.”

they’ll sit there and chat about random things until johnny has calmed himself down. kate sometimes tells johnny stupid little stories about john and gaz that make him crack up. when the two open the door to leave, they just now realize how long they’d been chatting.

gaz sits on the floor next to the door, arms crossed over his chest and legs crossed ankle over ankle. his head is leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed and a small smile on his face while you talk. you’ve got your head resting on his thigh while your body is angled toward ghost to talk to him. ghost sat in an office chair he pulled up across from you two. price sat in his own office chair next to ghost, twisting the chair side to side a little as he commented on yours and ghost’s conversation.

“no, cause what do you mean you don’t get hot when sleeping with the mask on, there’s no way-“ you stop when the door clicks open. “guys, that crazy person claims he never gets, like, sweaty at night with his mask on.” you give them a baffled look. ghost simply shrugs and snorts a little.

“i’ve never seen him sleep with it off.” gaz sits his head up as he chuckles. “i’ve barely seen him sleep now that i think about it… do you sleep?” he teases.

ghost huffs a laugh. “no. i don’t.” he says, plain and simple. price chuckles but doesn’t add anything. he loves his stupid (not actually stupid, very far from it) little team.

soap laughs and shakes his head. “no, cause let’s talk about how gaz has called laswell mom… on several occasions.” he gives an evil grin as he looks down at gaz.

“…how do you know about that-“ gaz catches kate’s smile before she ducks back into the conference room. “kate! we weren’t going to tell anyone about that.”

“oops?” she smiles when she pokes her head back around the corner.

soap laughs again, all of his uneasiness melting away as everyone laughs with him.

-

when you’ve all noticed that johnny is feeling off, a group hug is initiated.

“alright, none of that today. everyone get your asses up, we’re hugging. soap you’re in the middle.” one of you, usually price, would say.

sometimes, he’ll dramatically slump in his chair until all four (or five if kate is there) of you are pulling him up out of the chair and into a big hug. johnny will start loudly complaining how he’s being squished or that he’s too warm right now for this but it calms him down almost immediately.

other times, when you guys are too lazy to pick johnny up, you’ll all just stand in a circle around him while linking arms. johnny will laugh at all of your laziness then reach up from his seat to attack the known ticklish teammates of his. you and gaz end up trying, and failing, to dodge johnny’s attempt to poke either of your sides. simon is praying that johnny continues to assume that a poke to simon’s side wouldn’t make him hold in a laugh.

it would.