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Hiiii hellooooooo,,,,, what's going on for you?

aquarium,, i like the atlantic guiatrfish ^_^

lesbians are real???!! 😱👉🏳‍🌈 happy 12/12 y’all

get ready, get dressed, get all your weapons, don't make a mess, deep down ones again, a festival of art and bloodshed, a waltz for everyone against, the walrtz has begin.

my final piece for the mishima zine hosted by @oscensonata !!

this was a blast to work on < 33

I love the Hockey AU So. Much. And I have to ask- "peter helped; he has a lot of experience choreographing things for guard" By Guard, do you mean (Marching Band) Color Guard? Because if so, I would love this au even more, which I didn't think was possible. (If that is what you meant, may we see Peter trying to teach the team how to spin a flag?) Once again, amazing content, thank you for writing it.

thank you for READING it, kind soul. here’s some Guard Boys for your time

when i said guard, i was, in fact, referring to Color Guard. peter’s been a guard boy since the seventh grade – much to his dad’s Ever Apparent Disappointment – and he’s loved every moment of it. he mostly marches flag and rifle, although he’s been improving on sabre at an impressive rate, and although he is a mediocre hockey player At Best (by his own admission), he’s next in line to be Guard Captain. (he’s done DCI twice – once with the Boston Crusaders, once with the Cavaliers – and he hopes to march with the Cavaliers again one more time.)

here’s some of Peter’s experiences trying to teach the boys how to spin a flag:

Roman actually gets the spin part down pretty easily, but his natural affinity for spinning breeds within him a sense of hubris that leads him to attempt a double Without Any Prompting. needless to say, he under-rotates the toss and manages to smack himself directly in the head with the flagpole

Remus is much more interested in swinging his flag at people and attempting to goad them into a flag-fight (like a swordfight, but with flags) than he is about trying to learn a proper spin. peter’s finally forced to step in when Payton responds to Remus’s call for war, because those flags are EXPENSIVE, and if he is NOT about to pay the university for managing to dent the poles

Virgil fumbles with the flag (because there is So Much of it), but he manages to work up to a single on the rifle with Peter’s help. throwing it any higher stresses him out, so he stops there, but still. not a bad first attempt.

Logan’s decent with the flag, but he – like Virgil – does better with the rifle. the team convinces him to just toss it as hard as he can because they know that he can catch basically anything thrown his way, and he manages a Very Sloppy Seven. (Peter can do consistently clean sevens and huck and chuck nines, so consider him impressed.) 

Patton’s older sister was in the winter guard at their high school, so he’s actually worked up to a double on flag before. it “wasn’t in the toaster,” so to speak (meaning that it was Not a Very Clean Toss), but it was still a double, so Peter can appreciate it. patton broke one of his toes when he dropped the rifle on it in the eighth grade though, so he politely declines when Peter offers to teach him a double on it as well.

D hates the flag with a passion, because 1) it is almost as tall as him – which the team does not fail to point out and laugh about – and 2) he somehow manages to?? shatter a nail???? within the first ten seconds of attempting a spin.

Remy did guard for two years in high school before switching to the pit – because marching is hard, and it’s Gross Outside – and he retained some of his skills, so he can still do a double on flag and a triple on sabre. like patton, his toss is a little uneven, but he’s just impressed that he managed to rotate it correctly. 

Emile is a disaster, please help him. he attempts to spin the flag, somehow manages to knock his own glasses DIRECTLY off of his face, then drops the flag all within the span of five seconds. 

These guys r silly

mirrored hero

i crumble completely when you cry

ph! katsuki bakugou x fem! reader summary: this wasn't the way it was supposed to happen, but sometimes mistakes yield the best results contains: proposal!! (for @/pityslash <33), kinda ooc soft bakugou but im blaming it on him getting a concussion, mentions of injury, lots of fluff hehe word count: 1.8k words masterlist

Katsuki awoke to a darkened room with white, tiled speckled ceiling cut into rectangles and an IV in his arm; you were sleeping in the plastic chair at his bedside, head leaning against the wall and your mouth slightly open. It was probably about two or three in the morning, judging by the dimmed light coming from the hospital hallway.

Fuck.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He shifted around slightly under the thin sheets, grunting as he tried to move his (apparently broken) right arm to fit in the pocket of his hero costume. A sigh of relief pushed past his lips when he felt the little velvet box still stashed away, thankfully left untouched.

And god– fuck did his head hurt… but this wasn’t how the night was supposed to go.

You were still dressed up — makeup and all, heels sitting next to you on the floor, the pretty black satin dress he watched you show off before you both left for dinner: now bunched up in your lap between your palms as you slept. 

You were definitely going to complain about the crook in your neck when you woke up from the way your head was angled against the wall. You should’ve just gone home and slept properly in bed: but he knew arguing with you would’ve been fruitless — you’d refuse to leave his side like you always did. 

Katsuki let out a small huff as he stared back up at the darkened ceiling.

This was supposed to be your anniversary. He had it all planned out: flowers, dinner, taking a walk through the park near the apartment to get ice cream, proposing in the little ramada he’d gotten Hanta and Eijirou to decorate with fairy lights and flowers. His mother’s old engagement ring was what he’d nervously tucked away into his suit pocket earlier that evening; she’d given it to him the first time you met her — as if she just knew the outcome of your relationship. 

And yet, not even halfway through dinner he’d gotten a call about a villain spiraling out of control. 

He knew his apology was lacking when he pushed himself up from the table, telling you he’d be back as fast as he possibly could; and he could tell how disappointed you were at the fact he was leaving despite how you playfully urged him to hurry before you ate all the dessert without him.

He’d slipped the ring in his costume pocket thinking he would make it back in time for your walk in the park — but that went out the window the second he was caught off guard and blasted through an apartment building.

You shifted slightly, against your spot on the wall. Katsuki almost thought it was because he was thinking too loud.

Your eyes opened after a moment or two, and blinked once or twice at him before realizing his eyes were also open.

“You’re awake?” you asked groggily, scrubbing your eyes before pulling yourself up from the chair. “Let me go get the nurse–”

“S’fine,” he stopped you before you could get out the door, lifting his head off the pillow because he knew you would come over and scold him for it.

Shit he felt dizzy.

“Don’t move right now,” you chastised him — immediately abandoning your mission to rush back to his side and help him lay his head back down on the pillow. “Is that comfortable?”

“Yea,” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Don’ get the nurse yet… I don’ really want more fuckin’ needles in my arm right now.”

“...fine.” You pressed your lips together, concealing the lecture he knew you wanted to spew: him never being careful when he promised he would be being main point among those you wanted to address — yet you pulled the hard, plastic chair you were sitting in up to the bed and leaned against the mattress.

“...do you feel dizzy?”

“Yeah.”

“You got a concussion from your fall,” you turned your head to look towards the side, and he couldn’t see your expression anymore in the dimmed light from the lamp next to his bedside. “You also broke your arm from landing on it.”

“You saw?”

“It was on the news.”

You sounded on the verge of tears. He needed to apologize. He’d ruined your night.

“M’sorry,” he let his left hand drift over to where yours was laying on the bed next to him, his fingers catching between your own — grabbing you out of your dazed attention — “M’sorry I ruined our night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything Katsuki,” you shook your head, but he could hear the little edge of pain in your voice. “It’s not your fault… I was just worried.”

“I did, though,” he continued. “Tonight was s’posed to be just us walkin’ through the park n’ getting ice cream.”

“You had it all planned out huh?” You finally faced him again, tired eyes and a small, sad smile on your lips. 

“F’course I did, would y’expect anythin’ less from me?” 

“Of course not,” you humored him, bringing his knuckles up to your lips before planting a kiss over a small scab and pressing your cheek against it — staring faraway, somewhere his mind could never find yours.

“Why didn’t you go home?” he rubbed his thumb against yours. “Could’ve changed and been comfortable.”

You let out a small huff — “I couldn’t just leave you here. I didn’t want you to wake up alone.”

“You didn’t have to worry about me, baby. Y’should’ve slept comfortably at home, come and seen me in the morning.”

You didn’t answer; instead, pressed another kiss against his knuckles before letting his hand come back down to the bed.

“If you saw what I did, you wouldn’t be saying that.” — was all you left it at — you tried to get up to get the nurse, but he didn’t let your hand go. “Katsuki–”

“Just let me be a lil’ longer,” he slurred, drowsily. “Come lay down with me.”

“Kats–”

“Please.”

“How could I–”

“Please.” He repeated, and you gave up to the pleading look in his eyes. “Can’t sleep properly without you there.”

He shifted himself over slightly, watching you hold your tongue once again with a little snort, before patting at the spot next to him. You climbed up slowly, carefully, trying to be as light as possible to not let the little hospital bed creak under both your weights — letting yourself melt next to him, your hand resting over his chest. You didn’t say anything, just nestled yourself into his shoulder with a yawn.

Something about the way you were positioned made it feel like you were hesitant to touch him — as he was as fragile as glass. Even with your fingers resting over his abdomen, he barely felt them there.

“What’s got your mind all worked up?” he asked after what felt like hours of silence.

“...nothing.”

“I know when yer overthinkin’ baby.”

You looked up to him, sad eyes and all. “I was really worried.” You sniffed, burrowing yourself back next to him. “I was just sitting in the restaurant finishing my food until I got a notification on my phone about the news — and I clicked it and saw the video of you being blasted through the building. There was so much debris, I almost thought–I don’t know what I thought… It felt like I couldn’t breathe or–or think… I just ran out of there as fast as I could so I could get to the hospital. And then, when you wake up, your first concern is that you ruined the night?” You huff, angrily and under your breath but you didn’t let him see it. “I can’t believe you sometimes…” 

“M’sorry,” he repeated, this time drowsily— despite the disapproving click you let out in response, he wrapped his arm around you: rubbing small circles in your arm to soothe the tension you continued to let off. These situations were the only times you both switched roles; the only time he was the one who had to calm you down when usually it was the opposite.

“Stop saying that.”

“I am though,” he continued anyway. “For making you worry and cry when I should’ve been careful. I got a little reckless tryin’ to get back to you quickly. I just… didn’t wanna leave you stranded there.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” you almost scolded him. “I’m used to it, I understand what your job is like.”

“Told you though, I had it all planned out n’ shit — stupid bastard ruined it all…”

“It’s okay,” you pacified him. “It was just dinner, we can always go out another time.”

“It wasn’t just dinner though…” He stopped himself from continuing, but looking down at your furrowed brow knew that he’d have to give an explanation. 

“We’ve talked about marriage before—” he started again after a moment of silence. A moment to catch his breath, to let his racing thoughts and heart subside slightly. “—about us staying together like this because we couldn’t really ever see ourselves with anyone else.”

You nodded.

“And I thought–I knew that we were both ready… So I was gonna propose.”

You didn’t say anything, and he didn’t dare look down at your face — not when he could feel the heat rushing up to his face like he was about to pass out.

“I uh, had this whole speech planned out n’ everything,” he stared at the ceiling once more. “Even had Ei n’ Hanta set up flowers and candles in the park near that cherry blossom tree we always picnic near.”

You still didn’t say anything.

“M’sorry for just bringing it up now, and spoiling the surprise ‘cause I could’ve just done it later…”

“...are you really apologizing for telling me that you were going to propose?” you spoke after a moment. 

He could hear the slight crack in your voice, and he looked down to see that his suspicions were correct — you were crying.

“Don’ cry,” he tried to wipe them with fail because he could only use one arm. “You know I get sad when you cry.”

“I can’t help it.” 

 “I know that this isn’t where you probably expected to get proposed to, but everything I said is true — I wanna spend the rest of my life with you n’ get those little moments with you. N’ honestly, as long as we have that, I don’t think it matters where this shit happens.” He shifted around slightly, before you could stop him: sitting up to properly face you and pulling a little velvet box out from his pocket. “Marry me?”

“Of course I will,” you tried to wipe away your tears before falling into his embrace — pausing after he let out a hissing sound. “I’m calling the nurse for real now.”

im thinking about them (honey bear bottles)

The kind of vibes I wanted from Nifty Knitting, but knew I would never get. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I found this knitting leaflet the other day and I’m obsessed with it.

7th grade art class field trip to the forsy

Some ndrv3 icons (free for use)

dynamite (2020)

jungkook’s birthday week

day 6 → still with you (insp | cr)

happy birthday, joon!

insp

𝒌𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒔. happy birthday to the incredibly talented musician kim taehyung [201230]

happy birthday to the sweetest angel kim taehyung 💜 (951230)

astarion is taking blood donations 🩸🩸

Kak and Green

my comissions

# PIZZATOBER2024 ¦ day 3 : hot sauce ¦ maybe noise put spicy shit in peppino's coffee and gus is disappointed but not surprised or smth IDK I JUST WANTED TO REDRAW PEPPINO AS THAT WHEEZE MEME (partially inspired by oneshotgremlin's meme-y ptober submissions =:]c)