“I Think He’s Got A Lot Of Twink-ish Features.”

When I was little, my dad used to read stories to me and my siblings out loud before bedtime. And this was a family thing, we’d all crowd into the bed to listen, my mom included.

So just imagine: Patton reading stories to the sides sometimes before bed. At first he has to coax everyone into his room, but little by little it becomes a Thing, and the second it’s suggested that Patton’s going to read another chapter tonight, everyone just sort of… shows up.

They all end up piled onto the bed. Patton lies on his back with the book in hand - anything from Peter and the Starcatchers to Alice Through the Looking Glass - his glasses slipping down his nose as he looks down to read; the more tired me gets, the less likely it is he’ll push them back up, and by the time they fall off, he’s already asleep. Logan lies next to him, ready to remove the book and glasses when it’s time to quietly slip out of Patton’s room until the next Family Story Night. Virgil stays curled up like a cat on Patton’s other side, pretending not to care about the plot but letting out little gasps and laughs as Patton does dramatic readings or attempts to give the characters accents. Roman ends up lying horizontally across everyone’s feet because he can’t stay still, but he’s soaking up every second of the story.

And even if it’s not something anyone officially plans, and even if half of the involved parties would pretend, if confronted, that they don’t really care, everyone sleeps a little better those nights.

So I went to an art conference at my school. We discussed things there, like how colors can be very powerful and our subconscious picks up the subtlest of hints. Pixar’s UP was a very unforgettable example. The colors of UP had a lot to do with why we cried. You all know what I’m talking about, right??

Ellie’s death.

We were told that her color was pink. That’s why her hospital room had pinkish hue.

And the next scene had strong pink hues. He misses her. I think it’s got strong colors because of her personality.

Also, It’s like her presence is still lingering.

When he got home, only a small part of the frame (window on the right) has a pink hue as the sun is setting. By now, we know her presence is drifting away.

Mr. Fredricksen walks up the porch and goes into his house.

And when he shuts the door, the final frame looks like this:

Ellie is gone.

The entire frame is desaturated and cold because the warmth in Mr. Fredrickson’s life is gone.

And that’s another reason why this masterpiece is heart-wrenching. And that’s how powerful colors are in films.

When I started watching Supermega, I started a note of all my favorite quotes.

*making grabby hands* more??? MORE??? 🥺🥺🥺

Title: Snake Boy! 🐍

Summary: short story for Naga! Izuku that I might continue ;)

Warnings: obsession, kidnapping, sexual themes/tension?

The woods looked long. And even longer and more complicated at night.

(Y/N) was at her wits end of paranoia. She had seen a ton of horror movies and stories about the woods being dangerous at night, or some killer hunts them down. Whatever situation, she still felt jumpy.

Oh, how she regretted going into the woods at this hour. (Y/N) went to a summer camp with a couple friends, when she had just ventured off to take a breath of fresh air when she stumbled curiously across the forest. But what dragged her in the most was the cry she heard from the bushes.

Her heart thrummed with excitement, splitting her in half because any logical part of her brain was telling her that she shouldn’t investigate. Like every stereotypical white chick in a horror movie.

But yet she did. An unknown force called curiosity and worry for the person overwhelmed her, so how could she not? At least she would die for a good cause, she reasoned. But her brain called bullshit.

She had been wandering for a while when the person cried out again, this time softer but more pained.

“Hello?” She called out. It sounded nearby. Her heart would go into cardiac arrest soon if her impending doom anxiety didn’t stop.

A whimper was heard from behind a bramble of bushes, which she rushed to. Struggling to get the stubborn plants out of the way of her vision, she realized that what she had been hearing wasn’t human at all.

Well, kind of. In a way. It was a creature with the upper body of a teenage male with curly, green hair and emerald eyes, with the lower body of a snake. And no garter/garden snake either. A naga. A real life naga, with a huge gash in his abdomen. He looked about to pass out, blood smeared into his hair and fingers by someone- or more, something else.

Concerned hazed over the shock, so naturally, the (h/c) girl tried coaxing him awake. “Oh my gosh... you need some help.” She held his head in her lap now. Gentle, silky, voice with soft touched against her plump thighs, she looked like an angel towards the hazy Izuku. “P-Please, stay awake for me. I’m going to try and help you.”

She remembered that in the bag she took with her had medical supplies in it for emergencies. It had patches, scissors, bandages, stilts, medicine, all kinds of bandaids, gauze, etc.

So she got to work in fixing the male up. “You should be fine now.” She gave her water bottle and some ibuprofen to the snake boy.

He shook his tail happily, a small smile on his face. He begrudgedly sat up from her warm lap. “You’re really fascinating, and so pretty...” She whispered out, flustering the naga. He put his hands over his face. She was continually surprised by how he understood her.

“I have to go soon,” the girl said to him. His eyebrows furrowed. His face scrunched up with sadness. And then he whimpered. It was quite weird to say that it was even an adorable sight to witness.

“Can you speak?” She asked.

He nodded, gurgling out a reply obviously not in English or human.

“Definitely not an English major, I see. Do you have a name?”

He hissed something that suspiciously sounded like a “ku” at the end.

“Izuku?” (Y/N) asked. His face went pink as he nodded. He seemed flustered at the use of his name. The girl smiled. “I love it! It fits you.” He was so cute. “I’m (Y/N).”

It gurgley mimicked her name and she smiled brightly. “Yes, like that.”

“Before I go, can I give you a hug?”

Izuku tilted his head in confusion as if to say “what’s that?”.

(Y/N) gestured with her arms. “Y’know... a hug? You’re telling me you’ve never had one before?”

Another shake of his head, as the female gaped. “Let me show you, then you do it back to me.”

(Y/N) inched closer to his sitting form, his curious emerald eyes gazing at her in bewilderment. She was kind of straddling him as she struggled to find a good hugging position.

Then, the girl wrapped her arms around his body and brought him to her, intimately pressed up against her body, (Y/N) regretting not wearing a bra. Her breasts softly pressed up against his muscular chest, nipples hardening at the coldness of his body.

He suddenly became really warm. A groan slipped out from his sharp toothed mouth.

Izuku had never felt this before.

Affection. Not hate, like from Kacchan, genuine, love and care.

She was so soft, so fragile, so warm and comfortable. His face went red and his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his ribcage.

His pain was momentarily forgotten when he was in her arms. She smelled so good too... he mimicked the hug, squeezing him against him like an anaconda snake, his tail curling around her.

...He decided he wanted her as his mate right then and there. No matter what.

Izuku lifted her into his tail, which slithered around her and she became anxious. “Izuku? What are you doing?”

And the girl was knocked out cold. Black surrounded her vision and she fell into an dreamless sleep.

Tfw Ryan yells so loud the mic can’t pick it up.

a pure dingdong laugh

Pee Pee Township

so if in the soulmate au the very first words your soulmate ever says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body since the day you are born imagine having something like ‘man I cant believe dumbledore died’ tattooed on you. imagine being spoiled for a book series that doesnt even exist yet. imagine worrying about this dumbledore guy your whole childhood while not knowing who he is. imagine knowing dumbledore dies before jk rowling even thinks about it.

Welcome to Australia! Where a fast food restaurant literally made a mirrored reflective sea-gull proof packet for their fries so they don’t god damn try to fly down and steal your fries.

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