#you don’t understand i LOVE him

[pinkiemme]

Be my Valentine?

[pookie-mulder]

I want to shrink O.B. down and carry him around in my purse like a rich lady’s chihuahua

[that-sokovian-bastard]

grumpy ❤️

[sacha-da-1]

We APPRECIATE Buster Graham in this household!!

[meiliem1619]

No one eats up my soul like he does.

[turtleblogatlast]

Mikey and Leo episode centered around Mikey wanting to push Leo and Draxum together since Leo’s the most reluctant to give Draxum any grace (for good reason!) But, thinking on the spot, Leo says he’s gotta go do something for Hueso and “just can’t hang out right now 😔” (yes, he says the emoji out loud.)

Mikey calls his bluff and now the three of them (Mikey having grabbed a weary Draxum along) go to Hueso’s to find that yes, he actually does have a job for him. Said job asks for Leo to go with Hueso to deliver multiple pizzas to this giant yokai quite a distance away, and Hueso figured it would probably go better with Leo’s help (emphasis on probably.)

Well, Mikey decides that this would be a great bonding opportunity for them and basically invites he and Draxum along. Unfortunately for Leo, Hueso doesn’t care enough to wave away more help, though he does side-eye the wanted criminal Baron Draxum coming with them. But who is he to judge? (This choice has consequences.)

The journey goes about as terribly as you’d expect, but at least the pizzas get delivered on time.

[jqnehr]

The one feeling Doctor Zayne has been very familiar with as of late is fatigue. Exhaustion. His career, one he enjoys nonetheless, is working him to the very bone.

More often than not, he doesn’t arrive back to his apartment until well past midnight, sometimes even in the wee hours of the morning. However, even if it may be at an ungodly hour that Zayne eventually returns, the sight he is welcomed with seems worth it.

The man, by nature, is cold, aloof and rather austere. Icy, to most—except those he holds close, and at present, you’re the only one he’s got.

You always try to wait up for him, but sleep traps you before you can catch the beep of the front door’s code being recognised and the shuffling of feet.

Zayne’s come to expect this sight now. He’d enter, push off his shoes and run a hand through his dark hair, sighing tiredly, turning the corner for the living room. The lights would still be on, the TV playing but on mute, and your slumbering frame sprawled on the couch, neck at an undoubtedly uncomfortable angle.

Zayne rarely smiles, but it’s at moment like these when he feels the corners of his mouth curl up. It’s not significant, it’s nothing special, but it means something to him. He feels appreciated, even though you can never stay awake long enough to actually greet him at two in the morning.

He reaches for the remote, hitting the off button. Some hair has fallen into your wide-open mouth, one of your feet still slippered. He finds it endearing. Scooping you up, he quietly pads across the tiled floor in his tired socked feet for the bedroom, pushing the door open with his shoulder and entering. Zayne gently places you down upon the soft mattress, checking to make sure you didn’t stir. Your eyes remain tightly shut, breath even and deep.

He adjusts the pillow beneath your head to make sure it’s comfortable, pulling a blanket up over you. With a soft peck to the crown of your head, Zayne turns and makes his way for the bathroom, yawning, eager for a shower. He has about four hours of sleep before he has to head back to the hospital again for his next shift, and he’s practically falling asleep on his feet right now. God, I need a vacation.

With you, preferably. Out somewhere remote, maybe tropical, with hammocks to relax in and just chat idly over a glass or two of sangria. Maybe while the night away, lost in each other’s arms. Have slow coffee mornings and a day on the sand, soaking in the sun. Fantasies he’s more than willing to achieve if it means you have a wonderful time with him. Zayne smiles to himself in the mirror while brushing his teeth. It’d be nice.

You’re still snoring softly away once he’s finished in the bathroom, shuffling under the covers beside you. He draws you into his arms, leaning into your warmth, feeling his exhausted limbs relax from your familiar scent. Even with such humble, modest simplicities—they’re the small moments that get him through the day. Knowing you’ll be waiting for him, knowing he can put a hard day behind him and welcome the new one eagerly. If it’s with you, he’d never give up his mundane, draining daily routine for the world.

[byhimawari]

i’m so obsessed with this pic of Levi like i just KNOW this man smells good

[kittarts]

Rotxo <3

[leclercsbf]

mclaren chaos? chaos.

[thememerman]

I went into this on Twitter but I’m gonna go into again bc I don’t have a character limit over here 🧚

THE SYMBOLISM OF CROSSHAIR LOSING HIS HELMET.

he’s had this helmet since Aftermath. It was one of our first introductions to Imperial Crosshair and the things he was willing to do (and was at first forced to do) to get ahead and be seen as someone important to a higher cause. It represented his loyalty *screams* to the empire and the new goals he had that ended up separating him from the Batch in the s1 finale.

and WHEN HE LOSES IT??? practically every trace of imperial Crosshair is gone too. he doesn’t care if Mayday is dead weight or not, he’s going to get him back to base or die trying. he doesn’t care about what the empire wants anymore. he doesn’t care about being a good soldier. he doesn’t care about orders. he’s more himself than he has been since the chip activated god only knows how long ago. he’s throwing everything to the wind because he cares, because he doesn’t want to be alone again, because he sees too much of the people he cares about *COUGHS* HUNTER AND CODY *COUGHS* in his brother and he can’t stand to lose him too. and then he does anyway. and Crosshair is so done and so broken that he’s literally willing to probably be executed for treason just to avenge Mayday’s death. he was ready to die right there on that godforsaken outpost and he’s not a commander anymore he’s barely even a soldier anymore it’s just. Crosshair. all alone. all over again

[midnight-moth]

I hate finishing something and then feeling like I can’t post it cause it’ll tank. But good news, everything I post now tanks! So who cares! (I swear I’m being light hearted. Right now at least.) anyways the Cowbell brainrot is strong. And I was too sleepy to write but not too sleepy to draw. I couldn’t stop thinking about @iamthecomet fic (thank you for answering my ask and fueling my brain rot) and the moment when he pulls his mask off. It makes his rats nest hair messier. He tries to look unaffected, casual, but he just ends up staring from under his eyebrows and half grinning like an idiot whilst being observed. Anyways. Here’s a quick one of my beloved.

[dairyocchi]

i desperately need knb (kuroko’s basketball) to get a popularity resurgence 😕 like where are all the haikyuu and other sports anime girlies at you’ll love knb trust

[withclawandvine]

i think hawks would probably be wayyy too lax with your kids

after being taken in by the commission, every part of his day had been planned out to the hour. there were rules for everything — lights out no later than 22:00, and no sleeping in. stand up straight, only speak when spoken to. doors without locks, scheduled mealtimes. no questions, no backsass.

far from the carefree, joyous childhood he wanted to foster for his own children. he wanted them to have everything he didn't.

which means you'll often find yourself saying things like, “baby, you can’t let her get away with talking to you like that!” or “keigo, bedtime is not just a suggestion.” and hearing “go ask your mom” from the other room every time he needs to say no to something, but doesn’t think he’ll be able to resist that pouty lil face

[smallpwbbles]

Looking at Rise Raph and remembering he’s the defining definition of “looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll”

[crystallizsch]

in the words of the Great Grim, the "dysfunctional" scarabia duo

heartslabyul • savanaclaw • octavinelle • scarabia • pomefiore • ignihyde • diasomnia • grim