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thinkin about harley
The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.
LOOK GUYS ITS THEM!!!
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(Guys please reshare this this took me over 10 hours due to me having to redo the entire lineart cuz clip studio corrupted my file 💀)
Kali Uchis
RED MOON IN VENUS
yeah, well. I bet that bitch in the other room couldn't pass the mirror test either
Weezer if they sold lemonade
squeezer
Weezer if they were made out of cheese
cheezer
I know these jokes are really funny but the thing is I was able to come up with them really quickly. Idk but writing a post like this just comes natural to me
oh my gooooood that’s so cool
monster jon concept
he’s essentially a living optic nerve. the tower is there to direct and stabilize the connection held in the pupil. when he’s in the panopticon he serves as both the center of the tether to reality and the closest thing the eye has to a mind.
he can fly, but as pupil, he isn’t affected by gravity so his wings and legs are vestigial. the furthest he can reach with his body is the floor of that room.
the archivists serve as a defense system because jon is basically a vital organ and fairly physically vulnerable. they’re very fast and can fly short distances but usually just cling to walls and crawl. they have about the same level of sentience as beholding itself (not much). jon can maneuver them as external limbs but when he isn’t, they kind of just run on eye-autopilot.
Jon is quite the soggy wet rag of a man isn't he. Have you ever slapped a wet towel against a countertop? I could do that with Jon. Smack. Is your paranoia cured yet towel boy? Or do you need me to wring you out again?
FEDERAL DICK TRIED TO PULL ME OVER FOUR A LITTLE BOOZING + CRUISING BUT I REPLACED EVERY WINDOW IN MINE HUMLE SHITBOX WITH STAINÈD GLASS & WHEN THE SUNLIGHT HIT HE WEPT IN REVERENT AWE
i invite you over to my house and while we're greeting each other at the door i turn around and yell "down boy! DOWN! NO!" and you just see a caterpillar moving very slowly across the floor toward you
Hi so I just...really love your Tord and like I know this is my main I don't do anything on i just...really wanted to show my love of him in a lil sketch
Keep on creating for as long as you're comfortable, I'll be enjoying it every step of the way
IM FIGHTING FOR MY FUCKING LIFERN AT 7 AM SEEING THIS HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH MY GOD THIS IS LITERALLY BABYS FIRST FANART EVER IM GONNA FOUCKIRGJNG O CRAZZZZZZZZZZY THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOUR STYLE SO MUCH U DRAW HIM BETTER THAN I COULD EVER IM GONNA FREAK OUT THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO MUCH I WILL CHERISH THIS F OREVER
WHAT THE FUCK WHY DIDNT I SEE THIS IN MY NOTIFICATIONS I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR IM SO SORRY BUT I LITERALLY GOT UP AND ALMOST HIT THE WHIP BRO WHEN I SAW THIS I FREAKED OUT OOOOH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD THIS HAS NO RIGHT TO BE SO GOOD OH MY GOD THANK YOU SOO MUCH ILL CHERISH THIS
OKAY OKAY LAST ONE,, FOR NOW
God I'm sorry for bothering you twice today,, I just really love your Tord,,, I'll keep it under moderation after this one I promise
Please follow @wtfuture2!! I love their interpretations,, as we can probably see dnndndn
I really just...love him sm
Nedzu : Alright, thank you Vlad. Aizawa, please introduce your students.
Aizawa : All right, *cracks knuckles*
Iida : oh boy.
Aizawa : The mother
Momo: I-
Aizawa : The father who commited a fellony.
Iida : *sigh*
Aizawa : Anger issues
Bakugo : Fuck your too.
Aizawa : Daddy issues
Shouto : Fair enough
Aizawa : Self sacrifice bisexual
Deku : I-
Aizawa : Dumbass bisexual
Kaminari: Called out
Aizawa : Dumbass pansexual, this time with acid.
Ashido : Here!
Aizawa : Space bi with a frog obsession.
Uraraka : Sensei please-
Aizawa : The actual frog
Asui : Kero
Aizawa : The Karate kid
Ojiro : Ok i guess
Aizawa : Gossip handler
Hagakure : That's me!
Aizawa : Gossip handler but sparkly.
Ayoma: Oui
Aizawa : The step mother who married the mother.
Jirou : *thumbs up*
Aizawa : The high one
Sero : Sir I-
Aizawa : The diabetes risk
Satou : Fair
Aizawa : The actually pure one
Kouda : (◕ᴗ◕✿)
Aizawa : The rock.
Kirishima : That's me!
Aizawa : The emo one
Tokoyami : What a mad banquet of darkness.
Aizawa : The one who wanted the hero name octopussy but refrained.
Shouji : ....
Aizawa : The honourary member, me but purple.
Shinsou : Sup.
Aizawa : Last and the least, the mistake.
Mineta : .......
such a comfort movie
I'm inlove
tomura tries to sneak out of your apartment one morning before you wake up, because he has to get all the way back to his apartment before his dad shows up to take him to a 9AM yoga class.
god forbid he be forced to explain:
a) why he slept over at an apartment that was not his own to his father (toshinori would be calling wedding venues and asking his assistant to look into your ring size before they'd even made it to the yoga studio)
nor b) the fact that he was going to a fucking yoga class at 9 o'clock in god damn the morning with his dad, to you.
he slips out of your bed soundlessly, moving as carefully as possible not to wake you. it pains him to do it. really, it does. your sheets are warm, and soft, and smell like you. and you're still there resting so peacefully, tucked under them, breathing soundly with your face burrowed into the collar of his hoodie that you'd worn to bed the night before. you look so pretty like this, tomura had spent at least half an hour just staring at you while he was laying next to you in your treacherously comfortable bed, and would have happily spent another hour more doing it.
there are very few forces on earth that could tear tomura out of bed like this, but the mortifying prospect of having to explain to his over-enthusiastic father that he has a girlfriend is certainly one of them.
he creeps out of your room and into the bathroom, splashing some cool water on his face and using the lotion that you keep next to the sink that makes his skin feel so nice. you started buying a bigger bottle lately, now that the two of you are both using it, and you never mentioned it but tomura still noticed when the little tube was replaced by a larger version of the same product. next he reaches for the toothbrush that he's started keeping next to yours, double checking the hour on his phone to make sure he wasn't running out of time.
he contemplates stealing one last peek at you in bed before he leaves, but he knows that if he doesn't leave now he won't have time to change his clothes before his dad shows up outside his place, so he heads straight to your front door once he's done in the washroom.
you're standing in his path before he can get to it.
you've got a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, but he can still see the soft skin of your thighs where the hem of his hoodie hangs peeking out from underneath the edges of it. there's a little frown tugging the corners of your mouth down.
tomura freezes in his tracks.
"going somewhere?" you ask him, your voice quiet and a little bit hoarse from sleep.
oh, fuck.
"morning," he mumbles, a bit nervously, as you pin him in your stare.
"it is," you reply, as though agreeing with him. "early, even. so why are you sneaking out of my apartment like a burglar?"
tomura rakes a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. "i, uh, gotta be somewhere."
"you have to be somewhere?" you repeat, a bit incredulously—like the words don't quite compute. you don't seem mad at all, just thoroughly bewildered by the whole strange situation. "tomu, we went three rounds last night and you're awake before two PM on a weekend. are you okay?"
"'course i'm okay," he rushes to get out, tripping over his words.
"did I like... do something? or is there someone el—"
"are you kidding?" tomura's voice cracks and he wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. he reaches out and grabs the edge of the blanket you have wrapped around you, his fingers twisting into it desperately. he knows you can't possibly—can't reasonably—think that he's seeing anybody else when the fact that he even landed someone like you is an honest to god miracle. the kind of underdog success story they make multi-part docuseries on.
tomura groans, shuffling forward and resting his forehead against your shoulder as he snakes his arms underneath the blanket around your frame to hold you close.
"you're being weird, tomu," you say quietly, brushing your fingers through his hair and letting your nails drag lightly against his scalp in that way that makes him want to shiver.
"fuck, I know, I know,"—he buries his face further into the crook of your neck, breathing in shakily—"'m not being sketchy or anything."
"you are," you remark lightly. "it's not that I don't trust you, I'm just confused."
tomura mumbles something, but the words are lost to the skin of your throat.
"what was that?" you ask.
tomura steels his nerve and takes one last long breath buried against your warmth. he pulls away and faces you.
"I have to go to a yoga class with my dad."
he loses his nerve about halfway through his admission, his eyes flickering away from yours to a point on the wall just above your front door, as a violent heat surges through his cheeks.
"a yoga class?"
he knows it sounds ridiculous. it is ridiculous. it may have been more believable to tell you he was going to hook up with someone el—
"why didn't you just say that?" your laughter cuts through his spiralling thoughts like a morning alarm.
his gaze snaps back to you, only to find you smiling softly.
"you... you're not...?" tomura isn't even sure what he's going to say. mad? surprised? convinced he's lying?
"i mean, i've noticed you've been looking kind of toned lately, but honestly i thought it's because we've been fucking so much," you scrunch your nose up a little. "yoga makes sense on both counts, though."
you turn and look across your apartment to the clock hanging on the wall.
"what time's your class?" you ask him, suddenly worried that this impromptu interrogation may have made him late. "i didn't mean to—"
tomura grabs either side of the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and tugs you forward, pressing his mouth to yours while your lips are still parted in speech.
(he doesn't make it to class that morning after all.)
We need more brotp between Clem and James. It’s cute and both need the world and all the love!
idk this is the first thing that came to mind lol