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when you and the boys take ur kids to the beach but they’re idiots and you’re over it

(yes I do have a BNHA next gen / future AU)

inspired by this:

herra’s baby girl has gradually becoming more genuinely spiderish ever time I draw her

Coffee

“Cat steals some milk during Dean of Canterbury Cathedral’s morning sermon" 

(Source)

Then and Now - Sushi

I love how Sushi is the symbol of how much Aizawa grew from the person who wasn’t confident enough to save a single cat because he didn’t believe in his own ability to make a difference to the person he has become today - one of the biggest threats to Shigaraki / AFO and a person determined to make the sacrifices of others count and never back down when it comes to protecting his students.

But I think Sushi is also a symbol that saving is an act of faith - you do your part and hope that the next person will do their part too. How Shirakumo saved the kitten, but Aizawa and Midnight raised it. 

I was chatting with @narlaix (Twitter and Instagram) and we suddenly came into this idea. I thought it would be funny to draw it, so I did! She made a pretty cool design for Vaggie and Charlie, so do check that out please! We are going to use those designs for something we’re planning on making about this AU. So if you’d like to see what’s coming... stay tuned...

Did you guys get the reference?

For those who still don’t know what this is about, this is a scene from the show The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.

MARVEL 

link // https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHUrAvKNF8s (collab w/ djcprod)

Okay I’ll admit this the was really awesome and a really well matched to the song and edited

That’s fucking tight.

ting ting TING TING TING! TING! *panting out of breath gasps in time to the beat* I LIVE FOR THIS STUFF

fun fact a few months ago I showed this video to my 4 y/o brother and to this day he asks me to play the song (glitter and gold) because he is convinced it is “The Avengers Song™”

I JUST DON'T GET WHY PEOPLE DON'T THINK THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER

*In the Afterlife*

“Ah! Professor Binns! Welcome to the afterlife.”

“...Why am I not at Hogwarts?”

“Er...well, you see we are in the aft-”

“I want to go to Hogwarts”

“But sir-”

“I have a morning class tomorrow”

“Sir we can't-”

“I have an appointment with the headmaster to talk about the Goblin Mutiny of 1546”

“But-but sir, you'll have to be a ghost forever!”

“Did I fucking stutter”

welcome to another installment of “who’s more flexible” with peter and loki, guest starring tony stark (who is utterly terrified of both their safety and of....them.)

installment number one can be found here <3

How do anatomy

This is the scene where M’Baku calls out Shuri during the challenge. I love that everyone surrounding her snaps to action, but please check out Shuri’s body-language here.  Look at her face. She is looking M’Baku dead in the eye.  Her stance is open and relaxed.  She’s not the least bit intimidated. Also notice that Shuri’s mom and most of the Dora aren’t pointing those vibranium spears at M’Baku.   They are effectively holding Shuri back. ….Just something to think about.

Something else to think about?  How she met what she thought was her certain death.

Shuri is made to take the Black Panther mantle

Forever (Draco x Reader)

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Requested: Yes.

Era: Golden Trio (that’s how I’ll refer to it)

(During the Sixth year)

Summary: Y/n and Draco stay at Hogwarts for Christmas break.

Warnings: It might not line up entirely with the actual HP timeline, but if fit for being in the Sixth year so it is, sorry if that bothers you. Cuddly Draco, needy Draco, angst.

Rating: Angst

A/n: Also, for the anon who asked about my formatting, is this better? It looks okay on my screen but I don’t know if this is what you meant. Okay, so I’ll admit I took this down a more angsty route…oops.

E/c= Eye color, h/c= hair color, y/h= your house, m/n= mom’s name, d/n=dad’s name.

Title:  Forever.

      Y/n sighs softly as her book bag swings slightly as she walks- no, skips through the almost empty dining hall. Her eyes drift across the different tables; Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and her heart drops slightly at the lack of people. Each table had only about ten people or less, most of them huddled in their separate friend groups. Her lips turn down into a frown when she sees a blonde boy sitting at the Slytherin table, chin resting in his hand as he stares ahead absently, not touching the food in front of him. Her face brightens slightly as she moves over to him. She sits down across from him, setting her bag next to her.

     This startles Draco from his daze, and his gaze flickers over to her quickly, a glimmer of panic in his eyes. “Oh,” he sighs slightly, pulling his arm off the table and wiping his palm on his pants. “It’s just you.” She smiles brightly, leaning forward slightly. Draco moves forward too, out of instinct more than anything else.

     “It’s dreadfully quiet, don’t you think?” Y/n asks, her voice lowered to a whisper. Draco’s eyes dart down to meet hers, his shoulders moving up quickly.

     “It’s better than having people blabbering in your ear all the time.” He murmurs, finding her e/c gaze unbearably intense. He quickly gazes down at the table instead, settling back into his seat as she does the same.

     “Yes, well even if that’s true…” She says, sighing rather loudly as she places her chin in her hands and stares down at the table dreamily. “It’s rather lonely, with no one here.” She’s startled when a cold, brittle laugh slides from Draco’s mouth.

     “You’ve got people here, y/n.” He whispers, his eyes meeting hers. Y/n can’t help but notice how unusually dull they seem as he frowns slightly, as if trying to decide whether to continue. “I’m sure Granger or Weasley- even Potter- would like to have your company.” He picks up a form, stabbing aimlessly at the plate in front of him.

     “Well…obviously I don’t want to spend time with them or I’d be over there with them.” She whispers, wishing for Draco to look up at her.

     After a few moments of him staring at the table, his knuckles growing paler than normal from his tight grip on the fork, she reaches out and places her hand on his wrist. He flinches back, clearly startled by her touch, and she does the same. Draco’s lips part, as if he’s about to say something as his eyes search hers, but he simply bites his lip for a split second before looking away, standing up, gathering his book bags and walking away slowly. He barely makes it a few feet before he turns around and nods politely.

     “Goodbye, y/n.”

The Next Morning.

     By the time Draco reaches his normal spot at the Slytherin table, he notices Y/n already sitting there. It’s obviously too late to turn back, especially when Y/n looks up at him and smiles brightly, pulling her book bag onto her lap and patting the seat next to her. “I saved you a spot,” she murmurs, her e/c eyes dancing as her gaze meets his. Draco pales suddenly, his words getting stuck in his throat. Instead, he just glances around at the empty table. Dozens of other empty spots surround them, but he nods, his face breaking into a small smile as he carefully sits down next to her. She turns to him, immediately leaning in so that her shoulder brushes up against his. “So, tell me; what’re you doing at Hogwarts over Christmas break? Why aren’t you with your family?” Draco bristles slightly, his lips pressing together in a firm line as he meets her gaze. Slowly, he turns his face slightly to study her eyes. Y/n’s eyebrows pull down when she looks at him, her heart stopping.

     He’s gotten so pale- more so than ever before, and his face isn’t as…lively, as it once was. His skin almost has a grey hue to it, and he’s thinned out considerably around his whole body. The dark shadows around his eyes almost look as if he’d gotten in a fight. Almost as if he senses her studying him, he looks away quickly, diverting his gaze to the table as he hides his face from her view. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.” He murmurs, not able to lace his voice with venom as he’d wanted to. Y/n reaches her hand out slowly, placing it on his shoulder.

     “Draco, what’s wrong?” He flinches at her touch, placing his hands in his lap and staring down at them.

     “Nothing,” he says, closing his eyes and once more trying to force coldness and anger into his voice; “N-nothing.” Instead of sounding angry or upset, his voice wavers, breaking at the end of the word as he feels a sob rise in his throat.

     “Dra-” Draco stands up suddenly, cutting y/n off as he moves down the hall quickly. Y/n stands up, grabbing her book bag- and his that he’d left behind- and chases after him.

     She just barely catches him darting into the Slytherin common room and manages to quickly slip in, not slowing down her pace until she reaches him. Draco’s sitting in front of the fireplace, staring into the flames, unblinking as tears roll down his face. “Why’d you have to follow me in here?” He whispers, shivering slightly. Y/n drops the book bags down on the chair, and then sits next to him, grabbing his hand.

     “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” She whispers gently, moving her thumb over his hand. She can’t help but notice again how cold he is. He stares at the fire, the flames dancing in his eyes as his lips part.

     “I-I can’t,” he whispers. “I can’t talk to anyone,” more tears spill from his eyes as he blinks, slowly looking over at her. “I don’t have anyone, Y/n. You’re the only one whose ever-” his voice breaks, and he takes a shaky breath, trying to compose himself. “You’re the only one whose ever truly showed concern for me,” he mumbles, tightening his grip on her hand. “I-I don’t know what to do anymore- I can’t go back home, I don’t want to. Everything’s gotten so out of control, I just-” his sentence is cut short as a loud sob finally breaks free, forcing his whole body to shake violently. “I-I don’t want to do this, y/n.” He turns suddenly, practically tackling y/n to the ground as he hugs her tightly, burying his face in her neck. The sudden contact surprises her, but she slowly wraps an arm around him, tracing his spine with her fingers lightly.

     “It’s okay Draco, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to…it’s okay, shhh.” His sobs are muffled slightly and he tangles his hand in her h/c hair, struggling to get as close to her as possible. She tries to accommodate the best she can as he tangles his legs with hers. “Draco, calm down. It’s okay- Draco,” she shifts slightly, trying to get more comfortable. As of right now, she was basically laying on one of his arms (which had to be more uncomfortable for him), and somehow an elbow was poking into her side.

     This, however, makes Draco frantic as his grip on her tightens, and he pulls her closer to him, lifting his face up just enough to gaze up at her and lock eyes. His icy eyes are wide, and his face stained with tears. “N-no, don’t leave me y/n,” he whimpers, his body beginning to shake again. Y/n shakes her head violently.

     “No, I wasn’t going to leave Draco, don’t worry. I’m just trying to get more comfortable. I’m here, it’s okay.” He closes his eyes as she starts speaking, her voice calming him down almost instantly.

     “Okay,” he whispers.

     “I’m going to get up, but I’m not leaving, okay?”

     “Okay,” he repeats, swallowing roughly. His heart drops almost instantly when she stands up, his body losing all the heat it had been stealing from her. After a few seconds, he thinks that she has left him, and he closes his eyes, preparing himself to stand up.

     “Come here, Draco.” She whispers. Draco rolls onto his back and opens his eyes, craning his neck in a rather uncomfortable position to look behind himself. “Come on, I’m not going to drag you over here.” Y/n says, leaning up against the side of the couch and tugging a blanket off it. Draco rolls over onto his stomach and moves over to her the rest of the way. His sits next to y/n and turns his body to face her, wrapping his arms around her and once again burying his face in her neck, sighing softly. She shifts slightly so she can drape the blanket across them both. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” She asks, stroking his hair lightly.

     “I can’t,” he mumbles, nuzzling her neck as he scoots even closer to her. “I just- I want…” He sighs again, trying to get closer to her, which at this point would require him laying on her. “I want to stay like this…forever.” Y/n smiles softly, still playing with his hair.

     “We can’t lay here forever, silly.” Y/n laughs, attempting to lighten the mood.

     “…no, I mean like this…together.” Draco’s voice is slow as he closes his eyes and smiles softly.