I'm A Little Curious, And You Don't Have To Spend Time On This, But Still

sorry that you think my fictional ship is illegal. I actually consulted a fictional lawyer about it and he had a talk with a fictional cop about the fictional laws and then they both looked at me, and very seriously said "we'll allow it because it's hot."

Animal Crossing: New Horizons - Museum Scenery (Fish Exhibit)

*holds you in my mouth perfectly safe between my sharp teeth bc i love you*

I'm so honored to be able to witness this moment 😭

BAKUGO MAINTAINING HIS WINNING STREAK ON NINE CONSECUTIVE POPULARITY POLLS

2nd-4th: AtenaHena on YouTube https://youtu.be/RZGJ0rpebNw

5th-7th: @sideofcalimary and @dragonpunk15 (this is how i find out you both have tumblrs help)

8th, 9th, World Best Hero: sherbie_2 on X (let me know if they have a tumblr acc so I could tag them)

I can't help but think about how the Hashira elements affect them and reflect them.

For example, what if Sanemi was called Breeze? Despite his defensive aggression, I feel like he's like the Wind, playful and active, and can provide a slight calm, like a cool breeze after a hot day.

Okay, okay, maybe I'm crazy, but I can't let go of this thought.

Giyu, if his injury hadn't overwhelmed him so much, would clearly be very accommodating and understanding, someone who would keep his comrades from doing anything too reckless. He's generally soft and gentle, like a light rain during a sunny period.

Maybe I should write more of these headcanons!

I thought for a while and decided to count the facts of my life…

I was baptized as a child, so in theory I am Orthodox. But I literally swallowed my cross. My mother was in Krishnaism for most of my childhood, so she pulled me in too. But, despite everything, I developed my own vision of the world.

And… it mixes Shintoism, shamanism, cosmicism and the theory of reincarnation…

WELL, APPARENTLY THERE WILL NEVER BE ORDER IN MY FISH BRAIN

Continuing the wonderful discussion of cat au

(all images from Pinterest in the public domain)

obanai being so touch starved and sanemi being so good with his hands, his words. sanemi, who was supposed to just be his best friend, enveloping him in his arms, tangling the sheets around them as his fingers skim over obanai’s face, caressing his cheek and all the while whispering soft, nearly unintelligible praise. his lips ghosting obanai’s clavicle, teeth nipping at his skin as he growls under his breath that, fuck, obanai is so fucking attractive, and he can’t get enough of him, and that he has no reason to feel insecure. and obanai’s laying beneath him, his hair mussed, a rosy blush dusting his cheeks. he’s leaning into sanemi’s hold, allowing himself to crave openly. then they’re just cradling one another, skin pressed against skin, sharp breaths steadying as they gaze at each other, eyes full of so much unspoken infatuation. it feels like safety. it feels like everything either has wanted for so long, but have been too scared to voice. and suddenly, its like there’s something between them that has never been there before. perhaps it had nudged at the edges of their conscious, trying to find its way through. but it didn’t make it in until now, seeping from the warmth they shared. there was a name to it, somewhere. something soft and gentle and reckless and amazing. the title was unsure, for now, but, possibly, one day, they may let it be synonymous to love. perfect, uncertain, beautiful love. all for them.

I found out about Mari Lwyd - and I fell in love with the concept. Here are some of my Lwyd arts I drew during the last couple of years The most recent art is here

P.S. - don’t forget about the frogs