ngl kind of proud of these

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Got any kiribaku headcanons for bnha?

i’m very weak for kiribaku… you got me.. they got this super slow burn friendship going on like holy fuck is it killing me. let them be stupid in love. kirishima is my muffin okay and bakugou is such a cutie pie too but in a more fussy puff your cheeks out way (i mean lowkey a demon but he’s so.. cute. he’s shorty chub face over there like calm down creampuff).

so.. They dating. it’s a weird relationship without a legit label but they’re romantic in their own ways. kirishima is very good at expressing affection. he initiates everything cause bakugou deems it weak to indulge in any cute activities. unless kirishima starts it and now he can call it a contest.

kirishima likes physical contact quite a bit for starters. the first sight of any tickles started up when kirishima thought it’d be funny to just blow a raspberry to bakugou’s cheek while he was just chilling. and he was greeted with a smack and a scream like “GET OFF ME” which kirishima giggled at and was like alright alright omg sorry bud! didn’t mean to scare you!

but it leaves off cold for a bit. until one day kirishima offers bakugou a massage. he’s talking about how baku needs it and it’d feel great he promises. baku’s all, sure whatever i don’t care. cause! tickling doesn’t even cross his mind at all like he doesn’t even wonder.

so, they get in bakugou’s room when they have any days off and kirishima is proud of his massage skills and ready to get to work ((also lowkey baku’s mom is like…. ya made a friend. How tho)) but yeah! they’re alone and it takes baku a year to agree to lay down on his stomach on the bed and be vulnerable and let kirishima work on his back. just cause they’ve had a couple kissy sessions doesn’t mean it isn’t awkward as hell still.

btw they’ll have weird romantic confession moments like real late at night for some reason aka bakugou yelling out and swearing while kirishima is more timid and is trying to declare his love passionately but can’t quite do it right.

but back to it. kirishima is real good and bakugou can’t deny it. he’s good at working bakugou’s shoulders into mush, so much so that he’s beginning to drift in and out of a nice nap. and while dealing with all the knots baku has, he can be rough with kneading. so far so good, until kirishima decides the next area to massage at is bakugou’s lower back. he’s like oh he’s not as tense here so i’ll ease up the pressure. and the massaging suddenly feels a lot more like ticklish prodding.

like fucking magic, bakugou shakes out of his nap and starts struggling and yelling wildly like HEY HEY SHITHEAD LET GO in that way that he does. and kirishima being a sweetheart is like augh fuck sorry did that hurt? here hold on how about this? and he tries rubbing small circles down his lower back instead and bakugou makes a bunch of odd choking noises and twists and throws kirishima off of him and onto the bed to his side.

now cue all the “what the fuck did you think you were doing” type statements. and kirishima is dumbfounded. he doesn’t know what he did. but he realizes it when he looks up to see bakugou’s disheveled hair and red cheeks and he starts recalling all the weird noises he was making and the way he was squirming like a kid. he just rubs the back of his head goes “ohhhhhhh. hey, sorry was i tickling you? didn’t mean to, man!”

and the quickest response of “no you weren’t, and i’m not” comes right out of baku’s mouth. and kirishima’s thinking to himself like uh.. i didn’t ask if he was ticklish so what’s with the defensive ‘i’m not’ comment?? so now he has 2 options. to drop the convo or unintentionally tease bakugou by trying to communicate. and he goes with the second one.

kirishima has both of his hands up to let baku know he doesn’t mean anything and goes “no need to be embarrassed, like, everyone is ticklish. i am too.. my underarms are off limits i understand don’t worry" and baku’s all “… i didn’t ask and i SAID I’M NOT get it through your thick skull asshole” and this is the exact personality kirishima dated him for, he thinks it’s cute so he’s like “alright alright whateverrr just lay back down” and bakugou REFUSES

and cue the “oh why, are you afraid i’m gonna tickle you???” and bakugou is so bullshit right now he’s like “I’LL KILL YOU” and it doesn’t end up in a tickle fight yet it’s more of a bakugou is just consistently slapping laughing kirishima. plus kirishima doesn’t even end up starting it, like a week later baku does. they’re wicked slow burn chic.

so.. when the tickle fight first starts, it’s cause kirishima has a nightmare while he’s sleeping in baku’s room. he wakes up super upset and he’s all insecure. when he shoots out of bed he’s already crying and it ends up waking bakugou up. at first he’s like “what the HELL it is 1AM lay back down STUPID” and kirishima turns around like HHHAAHA it’s nothing but he’s sniffling super hard and bakugou swallows his pride for his fuckin bf for once to try and cheer him up, or do anything really.

and he’s like uhh uh oh shit what do i do and he’s running through all the things kiri does for him when he’s out of whack. and he thinks of something. more than he’d like to admit, the cheek raspberries kiri always does are kinda… well.. fun. so bakugou grabs kiri by the shoulder and pecks his cheek. and then after a couple of seconds he blows a huge raspberry.

and kirishima makes the most pleased sounding screech. he’s giggling like W-WHAT OH MY GOD?? in just total awe. and tears are streaming down his face from before still. and bakugou is like aight it keeps making him smile just a couple more blows. but like, he’s having fun. and the next thing he knows he thinks back to their earlier convo where kirishima mentioned his underarms. so he stops the kisses and hooks his fingers under kirishima’s arms and squeezes a bunch of times.

now, kirishima was gonna try and tickle bakugou at one point but never in his life did he think bakugou would stoop this low. he’s like “aaAAH you’re cheating!!” and he’s still recovering from crying and kind of snorting. he falls back and basically crushes baku but he doesn’t care like as long as kirishima isn’t crying anymore. and ngl he really is enjoying this stupid play fight. he’s all smug and proud of himself as kirishima rolls around trying to get baku’s fingers out of his armpits and he’s like “bakugouUUUUU!!!!!! MERCY” and dying.

bakugou does finally stop and kirishima is still laying on baku’s lap and panting like a dog. but he has a big smile on his face. and bakugou goes “–alright. now shut up will you” and plops back down thinking it’s OVER.

when kirishima finally recovers he snuggles up closer than ever and gives bakugou his fav type of kisses, the ones that are like just little pecks on the corners of his mouth. and we all know… that kirishima is a sweet boy so of course he’s like “AAA thank you for all the love i love you so much you’re so good to me” and bakugou is like “!! FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE SLEEP ALREADY”

and kirishima just laughs and is like “god i can’t believe you TICKLED me, you’re going soft dude i thought you were gonna blow me up instead” and after he finishes his sentence he scratches at bakugou’s tummy a couple times to punctuate. kirishima isn’t necessarily trying to start shit he’s kinda like that dude who tasers his friends for fun y’know. and baku yelps and immediately grabs kirishima’s wrist and grips it SO HARD.

he’s like “STOP” but kirishima is like “aw come on you started it” and bakugou hates to admit it but he’s super weak to affection so he feels like mush but he’s so determined not to lose his attitude. but he’s not doing so well. he’s turning into a lovesick teenager. 

and all of a sudden bakugou’s having flashbacks to all the times his mom used to tickle the hell outta him for being too much of a brat. and how he… never really did so hot with tickles. he is SO fucked rn. cause now kirishima is using a syrupy voice like “what’s the matter?” like OVERLY syrupy like he’s talking to a grumpy kid (well i mean) and bakugou is like, 100% tryna get out of those blankets.

luckily for bakugou he has both of kirishima’s wrists in both his hands, so it’s kinda like a deadlock moment. but, kirishima has this moment of bravery and even though they’re still super awkward with romance he goes in for some neck kisses. but not firm ones…… the dastardly soft ticklish kisses. cause kiri is so desperate to make bakugou laugh. and it WORKS cause now baku tries to let go of kiri’s wrists and back off but kiri just interlocks their fingers tight so he can keep kissing.

BAKUGOU IS SO OFF HIS GAME ATM. cause he keeps trying to threaten kiri but his voice keeps going all weird and giggles are occasionally pouring out of his mouth as he’s DESPERATELY fighting against the tickling. bakugou keeps going “STOP” and growling and kirishima’s like “whaaaaa why can’t i tickle you come on let me it’s fun” and he pretends to stop but then a second later he dives under the covers and goes for his belly. and ohh my god here we go

it’s a mess of constricting blankets and baku trying to kick them off so he can make an attempt at escape. and he’s also trying to grab kirishima but can’t really find him like he’s aware of where he is but he keeps moving and is under a comforter and he can’t grab him correctly. and he’s really ticklish okay so he starts laughing really damn loudly. his laugh is a little rugged and concerned sounding just cause he’s a baby. and he’s always frustrated so he yells the whole time. but, not quite as loud and boisterous as kirishima’s was, it’s more of a screaming squeal for help rather.

but he stops kinda quickly! and honestly bakugou feels kinda lost for a second like he realizes he’s stupid in love to let this happen and he’s in a daze. kirishima comes up and is like “see, wasn’t so bad” and starts with the kissing again but bakugou’s like “okay it’s somewhere in the morning idk when and i’m out of breath you dumbass” and kirishima’s like “HHAH… you right.. can we still hug” and bakugou just turns over like “whatever i’m sleeping” so passively letting kiri snug him.


this is long as FUCK but here it is to match the NUMBER OF REQUESTS kiribaku is real popular! ❤ thanks to everyone who asked!

First rule of thieving, a thief has to be agile and graceful

A ballet dancer - @princekaisuncannyhotness So some of my followers may be aware that I am a huge fan of the Penumbra Podcast, which features a character called Peter Nureyev. And it just so happens that Peter is named for a ballet dancer named Rudolf Nureyev, so when I pulled this prompt this was the first thing that popped into my head. 

Ngl, I’m really happy with how this turned out. The backgrounds kind of askew, but I was so proud of this pose. I was working off this picture of Rudolf, which seemed appropriate: 

Obviously it’s not a perfect copy (and I doubt I got the form correct for ballet) But I’m happy with this. 

Thanks again for this prompt, I got to practice a really interesting pose, work from a reference, and now I have a picture of Nureyev ballet dancing which is awesome. I hope you like it too!

I want lisa to know she should be proud of her Thai ethnicity. I’m tired of the colorism I’m tired of the fact that South East Asians are looked down on in East Asian countries AND BY NON ASIAN KPOP FANS (straight up saw a white kpop fan say she doesn’t think thai idols should be a thing because they’re the “dirty” kind of asian).

Also the next time blackpink has a vlive people need to confront jennie and rosé about their problematic attitude. Ngl, i grew up with those same ideologies, because within south east asian cultures (vietnamese for me) they traditionally looked down on darker people. And i was always teased for it in my family because i swam and was significantly darker than everyone else.

And i also acted that way towards friends who were darker than me, it wasn’t until someone was straight up like “dude, that’s fucked up knock it off” i realized my issues. I was born and raised in southern California btw so yeah even in a diverse community colorism is still alive.

It doesn’t even surprise me that rosé and jennie, living abroad, would do something like this…. but guys seriously keep calling them out… they keep up with the english speaking fandom pretty well so we have the ability to let them know…..

*edit* those subs were misleading but i still don’t want to delete this post because racism against south east asians is real…colorism is still very much alive too. and I’ve heard some really mean stuff regarding lisa being thai or how tzuyu’s “biggest flaw” in her beauty is that she looks South East Asian. So i still want them to be proud of their culture because i know it’s probably tough.
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I’m gonna get a little self-congratulatory for a bit cause check out the bouquets I made for bff’s wedding.

First time making bouquets of any kind and ngl I’m pretty proud of them. We bought the greenery in bulk along with the white and yellow mums but all the iris were picked from my garden.

Her entire walk down the aisle I was waiting for her cascading bouquet to fall apart but it held together.

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Pt 1 // Pt 2 (you’re here!)

Watch Ethan Sees All! by @ashestoashesjc

Final pages! Momma Sees All! Ngl, all kinds of proud for completing this. Of course there are things I can critique, but why bring myself down? Ethan wouldn’t want that. 

Now I can finally do that commission page for myself, lol. (Hmu for info anyway. I got it compiled! Just not…neatly.)

And more trivia? Below~

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I just listened to the latest episode of The Magnus Archives (Distant Cousin) and WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! Also, Sims, seriously, why can’t you talk to people for ONCE IN YOUR LIFE? My only hope right now is that Tim, at least, got what’s going on or that something is going on.

I went oooh shit out loud when I heard Michael’s laugh. He remains the creepiest thing in the whole TMA universe and that is saying a lot.

I also just read a post where someone said, before the episode came out I think, that they kind of wanted Sims to disappear and to have Martin as the narrator for a while and let me just say: thank you very much, I hope you are proud of yourself!

(ngl, Martin as the narrator would be AWESOME)

anonymous asked:

Okay so tate posted a picture on insta with a caption like "part classy part hood" or something like that. When called out on it, she directly apologized and changed the caption, and was extremely kind to the girl who called her out( and even personally apologized to her!) She's so mature and I'm so proud of her for being so aware of how to handle a situation where she was ignorant (unlike sophia and maddie ngl)

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Sirius raising Harry

“No, no, no! Harry! The hel–What are you doing?” Sirius exclaimed, his eyes bulging at the sight of his godson’s bare ass darting confidently down the hall as pudgy, unsteady legs carried him directly into Sirius’s bedroom. Moments before, as soon as Sirius set the eighteen month old on the floor after giving him dinner, Harry decided to shed all of his clothes. A damp diaper lay forgotten on the kitchen floor along with tiny pants and a pea and carrot smeared t-shirt. 

It was too late. The toddler was already peeing on the floor, giggling like a complete lunatic as Sirius rounded the corner, his long, black hair sticking to his face despite the chilly winter weather. 

“Harry James Potter!” Sirius shrieked a little too angrily for speaking to a small child. Harry’s eyes popped open, his lower lip jutted out, and tears welled in his eyes from Sirius’s reprimanding tone. “I mean. No, it’s not… It’s not nice to pee on the floor, Harry. You keep your diaper on. If you want to use the potty, you just ask.” 

He sighed, though did his best to keep a level head as he picked up the toddler, urine dripping down chubby legs and all over Sirius’s denim pants. He held the child at arm’s length and brought him into the bathroom, but not before grabbing the two-way mirror he shared with Remus.

“MOONY!” he shouted, trying to get his mate’s attention while simultaneously filling the tub with water; not too hot, not too cold. A moment later, the familiar face of his friend appeared in the handy-device given to them both by Harry’s late father. Just four months ago, James was alive and well. Just four months ago, things were entirely different. He plopped the toddler in the tub and handed him an enchanted rubber duck, allowing the boy to giggle and splash as the thing quacked and swam in the shallow pool. 

“You beckoned?” Remus’s voice asked, causing Harry to glance up, smiling brightly.

“Moon!” he shrieked. Sirius faced the mirror towards the boy for a moment, allowing Remus to wave before Harry was again distracted by the duck.

“Why the devil isn’t this thing potty-trained yet?” Sirius complained. Gods, he loved Harry. He truly, deeply did. The moment his best mate announced the arrival of his son, Sirius fell in love with the wrinkled, strange little human. But taking care of toddlers on his own, full time was never the job he signed up for. Still, because he was deeply loyal to James, he had to try his absolute best. James wasn’t here to raise this child and that was never Harry’s fault. Sirius just wanted to give him the life Lily and James would have wanted for him.

“Harry isn’t a thing, Sirius,” Remus reminded him, though a look of amusement splashed across his tired face. He knew Sirius was just exhausted and stressed. Despite not being the fatherly-type, Sirius wouldn’t trade this incredibly difficult job of raising his deceased best friend’s child for the world. It was his duty. “He’s not even two yet, Pads. It’ll come in time. Just be patient.”

“Patient? He pissed in my bedroom and then dripped all over my new jeans,” Sirius complained, though there was no real venom in his tone.

“At least it wasn’t the other,” Remus replied, holding back a laugh at the idea of baby Harry peeing, let alone going number two on Sirius (which, for the record, had happened at least twice since inheriting James’s most prized possession). 

“I don’t even want to think about that,” Sirius replied in horror. Harry reached forward, hands seeking out the duck, and fell forward suddenly, his head smashing against the side of the tub. A second later and he was screaming at the top of his lungs. “Dammit. Gotta go. Talk soon.”

Sirius put the mirror down and scooped up his godson, hushing him as he kissed his head better.

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“YOU DID IT!” Sirius screamed at the top of his lungs several months later. For the first time, Harry managed to pee on the potty all by himself. This was absolutely cause for over-celebration. In true Sirius fashion, he scooped up the toddler right off the potty and danced him around in a circle. “Good job, Harry! You did it!”

Harry grinned widely, clapping his hands in celebration of himself before he peed again, this time all over Sirius’s shirt. In absolute horror, he nearly dropped the tiny child, but managed to keep his wits about him. Potty-training was going as expected and Sirius had been peed on more times than he could count.

That night, Sirius threw a party in honor of Harry’s first successful potty use. 

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“Sirius?” Harry asked at five years old. Fortunately, the boy was long-since completely potty trained and any pee-related incidents were a thing of the past. Sirius glanced up from his spot on the couch where he’d been completing a crossword. 

“Yeah?” he asked.

“How come doesn’t Remus live in my house?” he asked. Sirius squinted slightly, wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean.

“I don’t know, Harry. He has his own house that he lives in,” Sirius replied, hoping that would be all the answer a five year old would need to such  a question.

“But he likes it at our house better,” Harry insisted. Sirius smiled softly and shrugged.

“Because you’re here. And I’m here. He likes being around us,” Sirius replied simply.

“He should live with us,” he said. Sirius nodded, agreeing. After James passed and Sirius learned Harry would live with him as he was godfather, Remus insisted on living alone and helping where and when he could. But even more so than Sirius, Remus never thought himself capable of fathering a child because of his condition. He insisted it would be safer to live away from Harry. But Harry was getting older and he was exceptionally observant and bright, just like his mother. Maybe Remus would see that now and give in, agreeing to live with the two at last. Merlin knew that Sirius still needed help understanding the way a child’s mind worked and Remus had always been more patient.

“You know, that sounds like a fantastic idea, Harry. We’ll ask him next time he comes over,” Sirius replied.

“Good. I want Moony to live with us,” Harry said happily, turning back to his coloring.

“Me too.”

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“You sure you got everything?” Sirius asked as he, Harry, and Remus stood at Platform 9 ¾ when Harry was eleven years old, ready to board the train for the first time.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Harry replied, though he looked absolutely terrified. Though he knew of his infamous history, it still made the pre-teen uncomfortable to stand amongst crowds of witches and wizards who knew just what happened to his parents and how he’d defeated the Dark Lord before he was even potty trained. They all stared, eyes gawking at his forehead in search of the famous scar. 

“It’ll be fine,” Sirius assured. “Hey, hold on.” 

Reaching into his back pocket, Sirius extracted the Marauders Map and handed it to his godson. Remus gave him a look, one that wasn’t all together approving but not entirely disapproving, either.

“Tap this with your wand and say ‘I solemnly swear I am up to no good.’ But not until you’re at the castle and learn to use that thing a bit,” Sirius added, feeling a slight shift in Remus’s demeanor beside him. “Some magical things will happen. When you’re done, say ‘Mischief Managed.’” 

Harry glanced up at him skeptically.

“What is it?” he asked just as the train blew the whistle for last call.

“You’ll see. Moony, your father, and I put it together,” he said, leaving out Peter. Sirius would never forgive the bastard for what he’d done and it wasn’t atypical for Sirius to completely forget to mention him in stories of their time at Hogwarts altogether. 

“You’d better board the train,” Remus urged, giving Harry a quick hug. Harry gripped Remus tight and buried his face against his shirt. “You will be fine. We’re just an owl away. You will have the best time of your life here.”

Harry bravely stepped back, nodding as he did his best to appear brave. He turned to Sirius, flinging his arm around him. 

“You will. We did,” Sirius assured, hugging his godson tight and fighting off the most ridiculous urge to cry. “Now go before you miss the train.”

Harry nodded. “Love you,” he said quietly to the pair. Sirius ruffled his hair and smiled.

“Love you too, kiddo. Now go,” he said, giving Harry a gentle push. He watched his godson board the train, not averting his eyes even as the Hogwarts Express took off into the distance.

“You did well,” Remus said quietly. “Raising him. He couldn’t have turned out better. James would be proud.”

Sirius glanced down, smiling sadly. 

“Reckon James still would have done better. And I had loads of help from you.”

Remus shook his head slightly. 

“James didn’t know what he was doing, either. None of us did. But that boy adores you, Sirius.”

Sirius rubbed his eye and sighed, turning away at last. He didn’t reply to Remus’s sentiment, allowing the cheesy words to sink in, secretly glad for Remus’s approval.

“Let’s go home.”