Have I Mentioned Lately That Therapy By All Time Low Is A Very Important Song To Me And That I Would

kinda redrew that one album cover of the offsprings as davesprite because

KiriBaku stans come and get yall’s juice!!!!!

Feel free to use this if you’d like!!

This started out as a shitty joke doodle and somehow we ended up here. (see down below for the cursed original image)

they were only supposed to be yelling at first.. Bakugou baby i’m sorry i did you dirty…..

A pure boy

baby. baby boy.

So i've been seeing some people in our lovely community (not just the danger days fandom, but by extension mcr, fob, patd, msi, etc) lately who seem to openly support that fascist carrot in the oval office, so i just wanted to take this time to remind you that..

So yeah. If you support trump you're a shitty person and you can get the fuck out of this community.

And don't say shit like "I'm enjoying the music despite the fact that my views differ from others :)" you don't get to say that. This isn't a chocolate-and-vanilla debate we're talking about. You're openly supporting a racist, classist, homophobic, transphobic, misogynistic fascist.

You don't get to enjoy these bands, and you ESPECIALLY don't get to follow me!

Get the fuck out!!

(p.s. if i see any of you clowning in the replies, I'll get Billie Joe Armstrong to come to your house and drop kick you in the ribs)

*VIOLENTLY CRIES*

Absolutely FED UP of drawing all this SEXY ANATOMY and then having to draw CLOTHES all over it!!

PJO Headcannons

Nico and being protective.

Nico has very few friends and he pretends he likes it that way but he craves attention and love. Will Cecil and Lou Ellen have figured this out and welcome him with open arms, Nico settles in to their friend group well and surprisingly quickly but is fiercely protective of his friends and boyfriend.

An idiotic Nemesis boy once called Will a fag. Nico had to be bodily dragged off of him to stop him from beating him to death. Clarisse cheered Nico on and tripped the boy on his way to the infirmary.

An Ares boy once said Piper was only a pretty face and that the only reason any of the seven plus liked her was because she charm spoke them into it. Jason almost challenged him to a duel but Nico just decked him, broke his nose and left him unconscious for two days.

One of the senate once insulted Reyna, something along the lines of women having no place outside the kitchen. As a physical confrontation would have likely gotten Nico arrested he had to settle for a verbal dressing down that literally left the man in tears.

Woe betide anyone who insults Hazel within hearing distance of Nico. A man once cat called her as they were walking through New York something about ‘black bitches’. Nico nearly snapped his neck and Hazel literally had to put herself between her brother and the offending mortal and repeatedly remind him that killing mortals was against the rules.

Cecil was once called nothing but a lowly thief in front of Nico and Nico broke the offending son of Hebe’s arm.

A visiting roman spat at Lou Ellen and called her a bloody witch. He caught an arrow to the shoulder. Will had to patch him up and apologize for Nico to avoid a lengthy confrontation and possible rekindling of war. Nico just glared the whole time and corrected Will when his boyfriend said he 'missed his target.’

Ok sleep calls.

Emo fight or flight response

Edit/Bonus:

It’s called flight response cause it makes you run from your past

Timeskip tendou with piercings looks like an eboy who smokes cigarettes and who hangs around cafes at nighttime and has a motorcycle. 👀 would smash still. Prob makes you ride his face in the alleyway on the way home from a date. 🥰

in your younger years, your mother warned you about boys, men, like him.

“they only want one thing, honey,” she’d said.

you’re pretty sure that one thing wasn’t your current situation. and what would your dear mother think if she knew you had one of those men buried tongue deep in the walls of your aching cunt, in the middle of an alleyway, behind a run-down cafe nonetheless? you can’t find it in you to care, not when he’s literally slurping on your pussy like it’s leaking the nectar of aphrodite herself. you don’t even remember how you got here; how did he sweet talk you into this? it doesn’t matter — nothing but that evil, wet tongue matters.

“f-fuck,” you whine, knuckles in your mouth to muffle the sound. if you look down you can’t even see his eyes, that’s how deep he’s nestled between your thighs. “y-you’re so fu-fucking good.”

he is. he so is. no one’s mouth should be that good, that wet. the way his tongue slithers against your silky, glutinous walls is enough to drive a whore mad. and when he lets it lave over your clit, your thighs begin to quiver, squishing his cheeks in while your knees dig into the pavement. he’s not even holding you in place — you just haven’t moved, too obsessed with keeping that demon tongue on you at all times.

you know your orgasm is going to be a big one; you can feel it in the way the muscles of your belly tense, in the way you gurgle on your own saliva because he’s sucking on your clit like it’s a damn lollipop. you have to be drenching his face but he doesn’t seem to care — not once has he even so much as pulled back to breathe. your eyes are almost crossing and you’re not sure how getting head is suddenly making you hornier but holy fuck, you have to take him home with you.

something wet bubbles up against your clit and you squeal, looking down at him with big, glossy eyes. “a-are y-you—“ you don’t get to finish, doubling over when what feels like the letter ‘s’ is being traced against your swollen flesh.

“oh fuck,” you cry, hand grasping at what little hair he has on his head. “you’re fucking sp-spelling your n-name?!” he is. you can tell. and because of it, you’re going to fucking cream all over his stupid face.

“g-gonna, satori,” you drawl for the first time that night. “i’m gonna come.”

his tactics don’t falter. if anything, he only sucks harder and before you know it, your eyes are crossing and you’re shaking over his mouth, covering his mouth and chin in your essence. he kisses your clit through it, sultry opened mouth ones until you’re sobbing, trying to pull away. eventually he lets you go and you sit on his chest, insides still convulsing from your orgasm.

“when you can walk again, your place or mine?” he asks, smug grin on his wet lips.

“mine,” you huff.

if he fucks anything like he eats pussy, you’re going to need the comfort of your own bed when it’s all said and done. especially if he’s plotting to make it so you can’t feel your legs in the morning.