I Feel Ill :,)

Quiero darle un abrazo a este viejo.

Thinking about. Stanley Pines. Once summer, not long after Weirdmaggedon. Sitting in his seat, staring at the tv but realising slowly he's not really watching TV, he's listening.

Listening to Soos, taking a tour group around the Shack, his voice confident and happy, eagerly telling tourists all kinds of tall tales. Soos, with his young son strapped to his chest, held close and dear to his heart, always knowing he is loved and wanted by his father.

Listening to Wendy and Melody, laughter turning to deeper conversations in the gift shop as Wendy pours out her latest dating drama and Melody listens sympathetically--not quite a mother, but an older sister figure is all Wendy wants at the moment.

Listening to a distant boom coming from the basement, a cause for some concern that fades quickly as three peals of laughter follow soon after. One deep and familiar, as comforting and close as the sound of a ship's motor and the open sea. One young and high, cracking with adolescent awkwardness. One loud and cackling, a hint of madness never quite leaving it but more settled than it used to be. And Stan figures it's probably time to send someone down to drag Ford, Dipper and McGucket upstairs before they forget what light is and get too nerdy.

Besides it's nearly dinner time, and he's listening to Mabel's steady, unrelenting chatter in the kitchen, punctuated by a few grunts of acknowledgment from Abuelita as they prepare a meal.

And Stan feels a strange, unusual sensation wash over him, something he hasn't felt for over half a lifetime, by a boat on a beach. A sensation of contentment, of security, of peace. And he realises that if he stood up and walked into any one of the rooms in the Shack he would be greeted with smiles and faces lighting up to see him and cheerful cries of his name.

And he looks down at the darned pig sleeping beside his chair and things, with oddly misty eyes, that he spent thirty years trying to find his brother again. And he succeeded--but somehow, he got more than that. He had formed around him, without even realising it, a family.

“How could you?” “I can expla-“ “No, I don’t mean morally. Logistically how could you even pull something like this off?”

Heres me doing biology headcanons for dbz aliens. If you want to see my ramblings about Namekian, Majin and Icejin/Arcosian diet and reproduction its under the cut.

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You are the God of Death, you are summoned by an cult to smite down the Goddess of Life’s forces in a war between the two faiths…you are extremely angered cause the Goddess is actually your wife since time immemorial and today is your anniversary

gotenks defusing and goten and trunks adopting bits and pieces of each other's habits and personalities, even bits of memories that aren't their own. suddenly goten's got a bit of haughtiness in him, and bulma wonders why trunks has gotten just a little more carefree. trunks suddenly being able to know how to fish and farm, while goten's breezing through math equations almost as good as gohan does. goten having memories of seeing himself through trunks' eyes and vice-versa. he's more myself than i am etc etc

“He’d never say it out loud, but he lapped that word up, the praise you gave him felt like that of a frenzied crowd when coupled with the same admiration you gave the others.”

“He wanted more.”

Soooo I may have been re-reading a short fic that just updated and like I’m obsessed with how It’s basically these two dorks like wanna kiss each other so bad they also wanna tear each other apart as well (one for scientific reasons the other just cause), but then in the end Cell just gets like a whole existential crisis.

Wanted to doodle this rq while I’m working on the cotl comic, and I actually love how this turned out! :D

So anyways yall should go read it if you’re interested, I highly recommend it! ⬇️

Dragon Ball with everyone else: oh no no consequences for any of you guys. There’s probably gonna be some stakes but it’ll all be ok in the end. It’s the journey that matters!

Dragon Ball with Future Trunks: Lmao fuck you eat shit everyone you love is gone and they will NEVER come back :D

@avis-fictional-world Your Purrichi drawing inspired a fic.

Summary: All For One owns Yoichi now... Because he's his pet cat.

But that doesn't mean he's a docile kitty. He loves to escape and meet with his friends who live in the woods. Even so, he does care for his owner and is there for him as AFO deals with annoying coworkers and a nagging mother.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Sensei | All For One & Yoichi | First One For All User, Past One For All Users & Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia)

Characters: Sensei | All For One, Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia), Kudou | Second One For All User (My Hero Academia), Bruce | Third One For All User (My Hero Academia), Shinomori Hikage, Banjou Daigorou | Lariat, Tayutai En | Smoke-Eater, Shimura Nana

Additional Tags: Cats, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), inspired by warrior cats, mentions of animal abuse, Fluff, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Language: English

Series: ← Previous Work Part 2 of Welcome to Happyland!

Words: 2,509

Chapters: 1/?

"The First Purr"

Lykoi cat Shigaraki is pet by Aizawa for the first time, and is not pleased that his cat motor has a mind of its own!

[Lykoi Shigaraki AU]

So now that I know that Kudou is a nosy chismoso i wonder if he looked through everyone else’s memories?

Yoichi’s memories: damn, you live like this?

Third’s: [not sure actually just himself through Bruce’s pov] So, that’s what I look like from the back? Huh more of me… oh me again. That’s sweet thanks Bruce I’m flattered ☺️

Hikage: [actually quite peaceful with the occasional jump scare of Banjo]

Banjo: [probably the most fun, and we see him punking En!]

En: :(

Nana: :,(

All Might: [ he replays AFO getting his head punched over and over] >:)

Deku: [we all know this one] 😏