Could I Get Some PV Fluff, Please? Also, I Absolutely Love All Your Art And You Are A Fantastic Artist.

Ezra couldn’t face Kanan in person… he couldn’t face anyone…

But when Kanan would talk by the door; at first trying to convince Ezra not to blame himself, or trying to coax him out… Ezra would find himself going toward it, his hand itching over the lock but he always stopped himself. He’d turn against the metal of the door and slide down; Kanan could sense Ezra only steps away… so he did the same.

Kanan would sit there for hours talking to Ezra; despite never getting an answer back. All he could hear was small muffled sobs coming from the other side of metal; the sound that he heard every day talking to Ezra. The sound that made his heart ache.

When Leia Isn’t Home (x)

Inquisitor Ezra Bridger: The Starkiller

My face in chemistry, math and physics

Generic Bipper.

If Chat finds out first

Marinette: *blushing* A-Adrien, could I b-borrow a cilpen? I-I MEAN pencil! PENCIL!!!

Adrien: marry me

Marinette: what

Adrien: what

And here’s my fifth comic!… Okay, I made a lot of pages only to realize that I’ve made too many to post in one post. Not to mention I REALLY wanted to post this so badly but it’s been taking so long! So this will be part one of this comic.

I’ll be working on part two of the comic and hopefully put it up soon (but I can’t make any promises)

This comic is based off this headcanon from my first comic.

AU where Peter gives Harry just a little more time to defuse the bomb in episode 23

He could do this. No matter what Pete- no, no matter what Spider-Man thought, Harry could do this. Not that the masked vigilante kneeling next to him was a vote of confidence. “I’m just about there!” Harry said, hating himself for how he pleaded the words.

“We have to go, Harry,” Spider-Man replied. His voice was too soft, already a condolence for what wasn’t lost.

“I can’t. I can’t lose everything my father worked so hard to build,” Harry protested. Spider-Man just didn’t understand. Walking away wasn’t an option, not when Harry could do something about it. And he could. He could stop this. He could preserve Oz Academy, his home, his father’s legacy. All he needed was just a little more time.

Ten. The bomb said in response.

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Some ladybug pv icons (please like or reblog if you use!)