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You're so careless with my heart

So fucking careless with my heart

I wish I cared less at the start

It wasn't love, wasn't love, just a fucking lesson

Poor Bumblebee looks so sad when he sees Arcee about to offline Starscream. Someone make him feel better. :(

I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH GRAAAHHHHH

Sexyman contest made me tweak sk hafd I haf to take a break to draw my son

Ok KO big reveal spoilers

Part 2/3 find the first on my account :3

OJIRO PANEL AHHHH RAHHHA AHSGAJDJ HEHRHEKAB

Chapter 111 - Smoldering Start

hwabu and his kids— i mean, ahem, his assistants

Superboy AU where the suit is actually a part of Kon. (TW/CW for brief mention of self harm near the end, marked with three ***)

He doesn’t notice it when he’s still in CADMUS, where he’s in a state that’s not really conscious but too alert to labeled asleep- a dissociative in between. He hears the scientists talking, hears the mention of “the suit responds as expected” or “how does he react to this…”

He can’t focus on it when after weeks of experiments and tests and “Look here, Project 13” he’s being rescued (what was there to be rescued from, what’s going on-)

But when things calm down, and he’s brought to the Watchtower’s medbay and someone goes to remove the suit so they can perform a checkup, he flinches away because that hurt*.

All too suddenly he’s aware of being able to feel the suit. It doesn’t feel like a coat, doesn’t feel like a blanket, it feels like him.

He becomes aware of how it aches, how he can feel the AC on him even though he should be covered.

A quick examination just confirms it: his suit is like a second skin.

It’s full of nerves, veins, even a few thin layers of muscle. There’s no bone, but it’s too soft and flexible to be cartilage. It seems weaker than the rest of him, somehow, old bruises able to be seen if you’re looking for them.

***When he’s left alone for the night, legs still strapped to the medical bed because (he’s dangerous and untrustworthy and was made by Luthor) he thrashed around in a panic earlier, he finds a scalpel left on a try at his bedside and runs it across his chest (hard, because even though he’s not Superman he’s damn well close).

He doesn’t know if he cries when blood rises and trails after the scalpel.

He doesn’t know how he feels when weeks later, there’s still a faint scar.

*I’m not 100% sure how it works in the comics, but to me just because you’re near indestructible/invulnerable, that doesn’t mean you can’t feel pain. I’m sure there’d be a higher tolerance to it, but considering Kon would only be a few weeks old/out of the tube at this point, he hasn’t built up that resistance yet.

Also I am well aware that a scalpel would not work on Kon, let alone Clark, but maybe it’s a kryptonite infused scalpel for emergencies.

Part 5!

I think they robbed Big Mama’s arena for this outfit haha

Part 1

And I also made some references~ Don’t look into them too hard. I’m not very consistent with details :)

two cats 🐈

Hi, this is my son.

Kalaroth, son of Hemdoroth

He’s a second generation jeweler in Erebor (look I write what I know okay?) He moved to the lonely mountain shortly after the reclamation with his parents.

Info:

Dad- Hemdoroth (jeweler)

Ma- Tosi (Metal refiner)

Siblings- Hemi (Older sister- also a jeweler)

Friends - Hob Fairhill (hobbit- news runner/messager of the court + apprentice scribe)

Enjoys: Not being in Erebor 😰, hunting, archery, harassing Hob into wrestling with him, fruit bread.

Dislikes: Working early in the morning. The concept of being stuck inside the mountain his whole life not having one single adventure.

Just winter sketch with my son🔩

Just a friendly reminder~ 

I found a very very cool reference

this is the money garf. reblog for untold pasta and riches to come your way

I just think he’s neat :)

if you run, you'll run right back again

friends don’t let friends sleep alone after they wake up crying from horrible nightmares

November 27th

Uzumaki Naruto ! 🍥 Genin

Genya Shinazugawa

Genya Shinazugawa

Damian Wayne comes across a classic christmas carol known well among the children of gotham… pt [1/?]

mesmerizing

YOOO999 MY BABY ROCKY!! HES SO CUTE!!! Thank you so much♡♡♡

lil busts for @slushgut of her mans Rocky and @shed-the-god of their design for Otis : )

Omg he is made of candy

Om nom

literally cant believe i havent posted this here

God I miss playing D&D

JoJo's nightly prayer was usually a comforting sound to Elmer. He may not be religious himself, but the soft murmur of his best friend's voice as he prayed lulled him to sleep most nights.

Not tonight, though. Tonight the sound distressed him.

Jack wasn't on the roof, even he had enough sense to sleep inside when it was cold. So Elmer slipped down from his bunk and crept over to the window, scuttling up the ladder. He wasn't allowed on the roof without one of the older boys, according to Jack, but right now Elmer didn't care what Jack did or didn't allow.

"Um... hullo, God. Or Jesus. Whichever of you are listening." He didn't kneel, or clasp his hands, but he did lift his head to stare up at the big white moon, faintly through the wispy clouds.

"I know JoJo's praying at the moment, and you should listen to him, but I hope one'a you can listen to me." He paused, trying to collect his thoughts.

"Romeo's dad came by again today. He scares me- not as much as he scares Romeo, 'course. Mush scared him off 'fore Kloppman even got to the door though. An' Sniper's dad came by yesterday. I dunno why Sniper keeps going home when he hurts him like that. That's what I wanted to ask you; why d'you let people hurt other people?"

A particularly sharp gust of wind bit at his bare arms. JoJo would probably say it was a Sign, that he was asking questions he shouldn't, but Elmer was tired of the questions building up inside him.

"Why- why did you let Mr. Wiesel an' the Delanceys and the police hurt us during the strike? Why did you let Mr. Pulitzer and Hearst raise their prices, when you must know how we live?" His voice was trembling now, increasing in volume unintentionally, "Why'd JoJo get sent on a ship here alone over a war that never even happened- n-not that I'm not happy he's here, but he doesn't know how to find his parents! Half my friends can't be with their family for one reason or 'nother, an' the other half are terrified of them! Why d'you let that happen? Why did you let my mama send me away? I don't know what I did wrong!"

Elmer was shouting now, his cheeks damp and vision blurred with tears. He didn't even realise. Someone was speaking to him, although he couldn't make out what they were saying. He felt warm, safe arms suddenly wrap around him, pulling him close against someone's chest and turning his face away from the moon.

The moon gave no answer to his questions, and neither did anyone else.

I was bored, so I drew Zero by @justme068

Idk what else to put here. I'm kinda tired

killua piece for @zine--garden last year :]