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smilingparadise · 20 hours
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“He was like sunshine…”
(Dogday & Catnap)
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(Feeling silly here’s chibi Dog Cat art)
I tried a more cutesy style. I do not draw like this normally, if anything it took great will power to finish this. (Idk man I have mixed feelings)
Also its sad that this is the first drawing of Catnap and it’s this one. (Oh well)
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littlegreekhero · 2 days
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kickbutts-singsongs · 3 months
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Okay I’m not really a part of this fandom but I’ve been following along cuz it looks kinda cool
So I do wanna say that I noticed smth in the last episode of Hazbin Hotel involving Alastor?
Like it’s canonical that he’s never not smiling right? But I was watching his fight with Adam again and I saw this:
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His shadowwwww was FROWNINGGGGG
But then it corrects itself like half a second later!!
It’s a blink-and-you-miss-it moment:
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ellevandersneed · 8 days
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I'll be real the second any trans person shows up on my dash making any kind of post generalizing transmasc or transfemme people negatively i check out. literally don't care if the evil trans woman or evil trans man said something upsetting to you or you've had bad experiences with a particular group of people; the generalization shit is lame, being defensive about it is lame, you are literally smarter than this - stop, reflect, take some deep breaths, go do something else
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marinatedsaltea · 2 months
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Oh lord he coming
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I don't think younger/newer users fully grasp the shit show that ace discourse was around 2014-17
It was so hostile that, to this day, discussions that begin to derail just enough can make me physically nauseous, some specific mockery trigger crying sessions years later. We lost most accounts with any sort of ace positivity. There was no information, no support, and all this damage was done predominantly by other queer people.
All this to say that you, however you identify yourself, should be engaging with aphobic comments the same way you do any hate. We don't sugarcoat or try to be comprehensive with people who are blatantly racist, homophobic or terfs, so why give it a pass just because it's coming from a queer person? I see how this tolerance goes and it's done enough damage as it is.
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solarpunkani · 11 months
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Hot 4am take but I feel like if we want to get people more interested in making their yards a more habitable space for wildlife like insects, we have to acknowledge that ‘Don’t want bugs in your house’ is still a 100% fair and valid point of view. ‘Loves nature’ and ‘doesn’t want roaches spiders and mosquitoes in the house’ aren’t opposites.
And with that in mind, when we propose to people that spraying pesticides around houses is Not A Good Idea, Actually, I feel like we need to give an alternative asides from ‘deal with it.’
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schsas · 10 months
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who?🤨🤨🤨🤨
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comingeasily · 1 year
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2023 vs 2010
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I don't think we talk enough about the fact every time Shouta has interacted with the public/Press he has looked like this:
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(Not counting the Sports Festival in which he was all covered up.)
And whenever he's interacted with parents or Guardians of the kids, he looked like this:
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Now this is how Shouta usually looks:
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Curly and wild hair, facial hair as well, dark eyebags, he's scared many characters just by his looks. (Ochako, Izuku, etc.)
Shouta is a man that has no care for appearances nor how others view him. And yet, he cleaned up in the name of his kids. He, or someone, straightened his hair, maybe even cut it a bit, he shaved, put on a suit and tie, I even think he could have put make up under his eyes because of the lack of heavier eyebags.
Now, we know this. Old news.
But consider:
There's a real possibility that the kids parents have never met Shouta when he was not dressed up, and do not know him as anything else but that cleaned up version.
Can you imagine you meet your kids teacher, he's quiet but polite and well kept. Very straight to the point and well mannered.
Time goes by, parents evening comes up and you're talking with all the teachers, asking about your kid's grades and such, you ask where the homeroom teacher is, Mr Aizawa, they point across the room, you expect to see that quiet but polite man talking to another parent maybe.
Instead you see a sickly tired looking man, curly hair unbrushed and knotted, he's holding a ugly yellow sleeping bag under his arm. He's drinking out of a jelly packet, next to him is a punk rock guy with the ugliest fucking moustache you've ever seen, and a woman who looks like she's from Victoria Secret.
Tell me you would NOT wonder what the FUCK happened.
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aubeezz · 29 days
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Trying to figure out a design for lamb !! One that I like at least
The floppy ears r important
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entrancinghoneypie · 1 month
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and if i wanna share all 3 then what
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saltspl4sh · 1 year
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I keep seeing random parts of the fanbook get translated on twitter and it's so wild. keep in mind I don't have an actual source for any of this it's just what I'm seeing but. list of things that are apparently true
-reigens sister is a bank clerk and doesn't talk to him often
-reigens dad is a government official and thinks he's unemployed
-serizawas wage is 300 yen
-reigen lied about having a passionate romance with two women
-reigen and serizawa did actually go out for drinks
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minjiquo · 2 months
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Quick doodle before I rethink my life choices.
I'm still trying to figure out how to draw Angel Lucifer...it's so weird. I mean–WHERE ARE HIS CHOMPERS????
ITS JUST ILLEGAL—STOP—
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marinatedsaltea · 4 months
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Touch starved
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Weekend Mornings || Miguel O'Hara x Pregnant Wife Reader:
WARNINGS: Fluff and a worried Mama O'Hara but nothing bad happens!
SUMMARY: After waking up, you got a little worried when you couldn't find Miguel beside you.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first imagine in a really long time, so there might not be a lot of details but I do hope you like it either way! Also, I apologize if the translations are wrong and please feel free to correct me if they are wrong.
MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)
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"Morning, mi vida," you hear your husband speak gently behind you, before he kisses your shoulder. His hand slips underneath the warm blanket protecting your body from the cold air, gently caressing your swollen belly.
You hum back softly in response, your eyes remaining firmly shut as you refuse to open them just yet, still feeling quite sleepy.
Throughout your pregnancy, you are the type of person who loves to sleep in until nine o'clock in the morning during the weekends, but you can't say the same about your husband who always wake up at dawn. It becomes a small routine for the two of you. As soon as Miguel wakes up, he immediately pulls you into his embrace— if not already or if you had unintentionally moved away from him during your sleep —and spends some time cuddling you while he admires your baby bump. Sometimes, Miguel will even start talking to the baby if he feels them kicking.
As always, you find yourself drifting back to sleep in Miguel's embrace. You're not a heavy sleeper, but the calm silence and Miguel's comforting touch lull you into a peaceful slumber within a few minutes into the cuddle. There is just something about being wrapped in his strong arms that makes you feel utterly safe and content, as if nothing in the world could disturb it.
After an hour of cuddling and making sure you're not on the very edge of the bed out of a fear that you might fall off it because it has happened once and Miguel wouldn't leave you alone for weeks after that accident, Miguel gets out of bed. Knowing you'll still be asleep for a few more hours, he quietly gathers his belongings and prepares to head to the gym but not before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Miguel slipped out of the bedroom after that, careful not to wake you up with too much noise, gym bag in hand.
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Your eyes slowly flutter open as you stretch your arms to the side, instinctively reaching for your husband, only to furrow your eyebrows when you don't feel his touch and look over to find it empty.
Assuming Miguel was still at the gym, you dismiss the worries of his absence. However, as you take your phone from the bedside table, you realize it was past nine o'clock, a sense of unease appears in your stomach. It was unusual for Miguel to be at the gym for so long since he is always consistent with his routine on returning back home by half past eight. Peeling the blanket from your body, you carefully slide out of bed, a hand cradling your eight-month-old stomach protectively.
Your heart was racing with concern as you quickly check the empty bathroom, finding no sign of Miguel there. You hurriedly went out of the bedroom and down the stairs, your footsteps making loud noises. Hurriedly, you dart out of the bedroom and descend the stairs, your footsteps echoing loudly in the house. As you enter the living room, your senses are greeted by the scent of pancakes and the sound of sizzling from the kitchen.
Instantly, a wave of relief washes over you, calming your worried heart. Despite the scent and the sounds coming from the kitchen, you feel the need to see Miguel for yourself, to reassure yourself of the love of your life's safety. Hurrying to the kitchen, you find him there, flipping one of the pancakes over with a spatula, and a sense of peace settles over you as you realize he's safe and sound.
Miguel looks over to you with a frown. "Mi vida, ¿qué te dije de bajar corriendo las escaleras? Hay tantos casos de gente que se cae por las escaleras y—" he begins in a scolding and worried tone, but it fades into silence as you approach and envelop him in a tight hug. Although confused, Miguel senses your need for reassurance and wraps his arms around you, holding you close and soothing away any lingering worries with his touch.
"I thought something happened to you," you sniffle in the hug and Miguel's grip on you tighten slightly as he immediately understand the reason for your worries.
In the third trimester of your pregnancy, Miguel made sure to minimize his missions, only going on them to assist the trainees or if there was any emergencies when necessary. Despite being relieved of the measures he has taken for you and the baby, the fear of something happening to him during his duties as head of the Spider Society lingers in your mind. You understand and respect his role as a hero, but the mere thought of him sustaining any injury on a mission fills you with dread. A single wound is enough to disrupt your sleep for days, as the concern for his safety weighs heavily on your mind.
"Nothing will happen to me, mi vida," Miguel speaks gently, his voice laced with reassurance as he lovingly strokes your cheek, wiping away the few tears that have escaped down your cheeks. "I promise to do everything in my power to keep us safe and to return to you, always." He swears to you, his gaze unwavering as he looks down at you with a determined yet assuring expression.
You sniffle again, finding solace in Miguel's words. It has a calming effect on your heart, and your breathing gradually turning back to normal. Resting your head on his chest, bask in the peaceful silence that surrounds the two of you. There's no need for words to fill the air as the simple touches between you and Miguel speak loud enough for both of you to understand.
The sweet moment is abruptly interrupted by a burning smell that filled the kitchen. "¡Ay, coño!" Miguel cursed under his breath, remembering about the forgotten pancakes, swiftly moves to turn off the stove before the food has a chance to catch fire.
Grimacing at the sight of the burnt pancakes, Miguel turns to you with a sheepish expression. "Eggs and bacon?" he offers as an alternative since it's one of the quickest meal he can whip up for you.
You hum and nod, liking the idea of eggs and bacon. "And orange juice?" you question, your stomach grumbling in hunger at the thought of the delicious meal.
Your cheeks turn pink in embarrassment, but Miguel just chuckles, finding your reaction endearing. "Anything for mi reina." He replies back affectionately, planting a kiss on your cheek before heading to the fridge to retrieve the eggs and raw bacon.
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Translations:
Mi vida, ¿qué te dije de bajar corriendo las escaleras? Hay tantos casos de gente que se cae por las escaleras y— = My love, what have I told you about falling down the stairs? There are so many cases of people who fall down the stairs and—
Mi vida = my life
Mi reina = my queen
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