In Another Life, I Would Have Really Liked Just Doing Laundry And Taxes With You

i love when baby rats look exactly like their parents ......like yes

team by @beautifully-brokenxx is seriously one of my favorite fics ever!! It’s so well written and most accurate service dog fic I’ve read to date. Some of Bakugou’s experiences as a first time team are exactly what I went through, I love it so much ❤️❤️❤️

[ID: two digital colored doodles. First of Bakugou with his face against and an arm wrapped around his black shepherd service dog Arlo, who wears a muted dark orange collar. Bakugou looks somewhat frustrated, but distracted by Arlo. In the second drawing Arlo stands at Bakugou’s side, the latter in his school uniform looking down at Arlo with a small smile, the former looks up at him with ears turned attentively. Arlo’s vest is dark teal with muted orange lining, a big bright orange patch reads “service dog”, two smaller, darker green patches read “please do not touch” all in Japanese. /End ID]

Southwest Gothic II

jackalopes are funny, but el chupacabra isn’t. and when the coyote howls you wonder if you should be relieved. Something bigger didn’t eat them.

route 66 is still the old post-card of American Nostalgia, except for when you’re driving past and it’s dark and you watch dust devils spin past you on the side of the road as you approach a lone gas station with a flickering street lamp. this place was forgotten long ago, and it’s not pleased to see you.

on that note, route 666 would make even the most staunch atheist uneasy.

you bought a tacky glass paperweight with a scorpion inside, but today you swear it moved

teddy bear cacti.

the ghosts have “types” of course. you know them by heart: miner, native, nun, cowboy, and scorned woman/prostitute.

but nothing can prepare you for the last kind of ghost or spirit – it isn’t a person, it has no one name, but it belongs there and it slides into the bodies of scorpions and under the scales of rattlesnakes, warning you off. Some might call it death itself – the desert’s most powerful ghost, the hallucinations of heatstroke, the dryness in your mouth, the hot, baked air that tempts you to your knees, to rest your head, or to wander off the hiking trail past petroglyphs and towards the glimmer in the distance where other bleached bones lay. death belongs to us, she is ours. and you are hers. take water with you. 

offerings for santa muerta. dia de los muertos – where the whole family goes to clean the graves and ask, not jokingly, did you hear them, mija? (You do. There are always voices on the wind).

the leylines are probably all hooey from snowbirds, but the different tribes all have their own stories about their land and the reservations, and if you’re related, you’ve heard them, and you know. The desert is big and it is alive. you might not “open your chakras” in sedona, but you will listen to your elders. it is in your best interest not to wake anything up you shouldn’t. 

rivers with no water, forests of stone, blood red rocks, sandstorms which overtake you, and the sweet smell of creosote after a rain bringing short relief from anything that might be hungry and waiting.

the ghost towns are empty, except when they aren’t and you need to run.

neurodivergent battinson doodles

compilation

Happy 4/13!

okay, small break from the drawing game to show you guys what i spent this week working on!! :D a little garden themed drawing for a prompt challenge

i want to talk more seriously about the fact bruce wayne has been canonically diagnosed with ocd, and i want to make a huge masterpost pointing to actual comic panels and junk, but the stuff i actually end up thinking about with regards to the subject is something like this:

bruce probably has intrusive thoughts about the sudden death of his children, which is, uh, fucking scary to deal with to say the least, and one of his compulsions is simply to check in on them. y'know. to make sure they're alright. if he can see they're literally alive right in front of him, the thoughts lose their teeth and it just becomes a matter of countering it whenever it comes up.

so the kids get used to these seemingly random check-ins. maybe they understand it's because of the ocd or maybe they don't, i would hope that bruce would be open about that but we're talking about bruce after all. but anyway. when dick was old enough to start going out a lot on his own, the check-ins would take the form of texts.

it started with something like... "where are you?" which to bruce seemed like a perfectly innocent question, but being on the other side of a random "where are you?" message is uh. concerning! so dick had to explain to bruce that that was a surefire way to give somebody a panic attack about if they were supposed to be somewhere and forgot somehow... so, it became more like "you okay?" and it would go on like that for a while. it comes off as very... needy from the outside, probably, but that's okay.

bruce does these check-ins with all of his kids as they come into his life - it got particularly overbearing and frankly frustrating after jason died (you know, the exact thing he was afraid would happen...) but by the time of, like, cass joining the family, and then especially once jason turns out to be alive again, he's able to ease up on it. and technology evolves pretty rapidly, y'know? so...

bruce's check-in texts morphed into sending his kids absolute barrages of heart emojis, and the first time he decided to do this, it made everyone concerned that he was replaced by a martian somehow. but no. it's perfectly logical to bruce, he loves his kids, heart emojis express love... what is there to be confused about!

anyway, this has been my vision, thank you for listening to my ted talk.

I have nothing to say except I think Grudgby Jock x Cheerleader lumity is cute…💜💜

A mighty and dangerous tiger!!!!