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(head in hands) mint is a hornet repellent. mint is a hornet repellent.
Big noses and pointy noses and sharp noses and hooked noses and long noses and deviated noses are very cool and very fun to draw. hit post
god can’t stop thinking about that post talking about how lightning is a representation for abuse and how lightning redirection is Zuko letting it pass through him but not destroy him and now I can’t stop thinking about how Iroh refuses to conjure lightning because Iroh, unlike Ozai, loves Zuko as if Zuko were his own son. and how Zuko specifically teaches Aang how to redirect lightning, because Aang is 13 now, and Zuko probably seems himself in Aang. sees his own 13 year old self begging for his father’s forgiveness, his father who burned half of his face off just for speaking out of turn. how he probably is scared sending this kid off to go face his father because Zuko knows that his father has no issue with murdering a child. and how Aang shows Ozai mercy by redirecting the lighting back into the sky and not killing him, shows him the mercy that he couldn’t and wouldn’t show to his own son. and all of it on the 100th anniversary of the Air Nomad’s genocide, no less. just like how when Aang first entered the avatar state, Ozai tried to burn his face in the same spot he burned Zuko’s, but Aang smacks his hand away, like a subtle way of standing up for Zuko in that moment, standing against the abuse Zuko went through, standing up for his friend. and how lightning redirection was invented by Iroh by watching waterbenders, water being an element of change and healing. god damn. god it fucking hits different. shut up this is literally the best show ever, literally nothing will ever top it.
The Academic ⤶ @windbrook's SLASHED challenge
Paloma Dlamini the slightly absent-minded librarian of the house and secretary to the Countess unwittingly fed the murderer information through her research. Despite her unintended slip-ups Paloma's careful approach to her work was still apparent.
I'm going to convert my basement into an exact replica of your bedroom, so when I kidnap you, you'll wake and realise nothing until you see me in the corner. You'll scream and try to run and when you open that door and the fear will set in when you realise that you're not safe, this isn't your house. I'll come up behind you and laugh softly "something wrong doll ? Wasn't what you were expecting huh?"🔪🌹
YOU SOOO DID HIM JUSTICE LIKE WHY AM I BLUSHING RN
CONGRATS ON 100 JULES 😚🫶 so so so happy for you mwah
for your event, how about ice cream and pillow fight?
all the love, ro! <3
LAZY MORNINGS (FT. KUROO TETSURŌ)
ice cream → kuroo tetsurō
pillow fight → lazy mornings
synopsis: the relaxing morning you share after kuroo arrives back home from the airport. post-timeskip, pre-established relationship, fluff
word count: 975
your favorite days are the ones kuroo comes home.
because of his job, he is often on the road. you don’t mind; he is doing what he loves and is pretty darn good at it. but you miss him sometimes. you used to always ask him to tell you when he was flying back to japan--even if it was just for a little while--so you could meet him at the airport and you could go out for his favorite salt-grilled pacific saury. but recently he’s started surprising you; sometimes in the evening you’ll hear a knock at your door and it’s him, or you’ll wake up in the morning with him snoring next to you. when this happens, your heart will always skip a beat before you fully comprehend that it’s him, he’s here. and even though he’ll have to leave again soon, he’s here with you right now.
yesterday was one of those days. right at dinnertime, when you were feeling a little too lazy to cook and was seriously considering just ordering takeout, you heard a knock on the door. you opened it and it was him, him with his suitcase, bundled up in a jacket to brave the cold air of the plane, a fresh bouquet of roses in one hand and a bag of your favorite takeout in the other, tired but still grinning that cheshire-cat smile you’d grown to love.
you gasped and leapt into his arms. he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you too. “hey baby,” he said softly. “did you make dinner? i ordered you takeout on my way here in case you wanted some.”
gosh, he knew you so well. he gently walked you back into your house, handing you the roses and setting the takeout on the living room table. “i wanted to surprise you,” he said--which is what he always says when he randomly shows up at your door. “i got you so much stuff from france--macarons, eiffel tower keychains, a beret. . .”
you pulled him down beside you onto the couch. “stay here and just let me look at you.” it was half a demand and half a plea.
he smiled gently. “i would, but i’m dirty from the airport. let me go shower, baby, and then we’ll pop on a movie, okay? besides, you’ll get me for a lot longer this time--i’m staying in japan for the next few months.”
you started tearing up then. your kuroo, by your side for the next few months? you could hardly believe it. this was why your favorite days involved him coming home.
actually, you take that back. your favorite days are the ones after kuroo comes home.
today is saturday, which is good because you both get to relax for two whole days before you have to go to work. you wake up to shining sun rays on your face, birds chirping outside your window, and a heavy weight--which you now recognize as kuroo’s arm--splayed across you.
he’s still asleep. a glance at the clock tells you it’s ten. you breathe deeply, taking in kuroo’s familiar scent. he’s snoring lightly, eyes closed peacefully. you run your hand through his hair mindlessly.
he slowly cracks one eye open. “hey, baby,” he says groggily (in that sleepy voice that’s half cute and half hot).
“hey,” you whisper. “did you sleep well?”
he hums. he’s always jet-lagged, a consequence of travelling all over the world. “what time is it?”
“ten,” you say. “we have time.” the days after he comes home are usually spent like this unless you have work; you lay in bed together for hours until one of you has to pee or you get hungry.
he smiles sleepily. “i missed you.”
“i missed you too.” you smiled at him. “but now you get to stay with me for at least until december. where are you going next?”
he frowns. “don’t wanna think about that,” he admits, burying his face in your neck. “just wanna hold you.”
you suppress a smile. “dork,” you mutter.
he grunts out a protest, the sound muffled into your skin. you stay in that position for several minutes. you hear kuroo eventually fall back asleep, and he snores for another hour before waking up. you’ve managed to push him off of you and go to the bathroom to freshen up; now you’re sitting peacefully in bed reading a book. as soon as you had gotten back from the bathroom, kuroo’s arm had found its way back around your waist.
he groans a little before fully opening his eyes. “i like this,” he murmurs. “relaxing. i don’t usually get to spend time in bed, you know.”
you nod sympathetically. “we’ll take it easy today,” you assure him. “staying in, movies, maybe takeout again. . .” as your mind drifts to which restaurant you want to order today, your stomach growls.
kuroo fights back a snort--this man stuns you sometimes, he’s in his twenties and sometimes still has the emotional maturity of a ten year old. “are you hungry?” he asks.
“a little,” you admit, your face flushing.
he brushes a lock of your hair out of your eyes. “i’ll make breakfast,” he whispers. “what are we feeling?”
you hum thoughtfully. “the tetsu special?”
the “tetsu special”--kuroo had named it--included stack of pancakes piled high with strawberries and whipped cream, a side of bacon, and a bowl of scrambled eggs. you don’t know how he does it--maybe it’s that chemistry knowledge kicking in--but kuroo’s pretty darn good at cooking, especially when he can make the pancakes from a box mix.
“sure.” kuroo stretches and rolls himself out of bed. “coming right up. you just stay here in bed, baby. i’m taking care of you today.” he winks at you.
you hide your blush behind your book. yeah. yeah, these lazy mornings are your favorite days.
A/N: oh my goodness guys, first event request is out! i'm sorry i'm sorry i hoped to get on these faster but i just now had a stroke of inspiration . . . thank you sm for requesting ro and i hope i did kuroo justice!
I like when they all hold hands :)
mostly inspired by @beetlethebug‘s fic check it out!
Danny is gravely injured by the GIW, his voice box is severely damaged.
Making use of his own voice is impossible, but through some ghostly means Danny doesn’t quite understand, he can mimic others voices he hears just fine.
It’s a ghostly ability he found out he had a few years ago, with just a sentence or two heard he can do a flawless impression of that person. Now it’s not so flawless. The mimicked voice warps and fluctuates pitch, it’s crackly and he has a hard time not switching between multiple voices with every sentence he speaks.
His voice is reduced to an uncanny frankenstined attempt at speech that activates the average persons fight or flight response.
It’s no surprise that Superman is startled when he calls out for survivors while freeing the ghostly captives and a “not a deer” version of his own voice responds back.
hiiii i took a ton of jjba requests on my insta so i thought i would post them here
I am STORYBOARDING
and I am painting BACKGROUNDS
and I am also drawing baby HOBBITS
and soon I can start doing rough animation I think
How's y'all's day going?
see no evil
hear no evil
speak no evil
thank u again @clemster for the idea !!! for reference the hands belong to Minerva, Lee, and Lilly 😓😓 original concept under the cut, i couldn't find the artist but creds to them !
all I wanna do is play the sims but my desktop keeps giving up on life 😓😫
chat did i eat that up or naw
get ratio’d ❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️(i actually understood what went on in this episode hooray)
