"Alright, Maks, you find your siblings," Kesil said to the toddler. He said this lackadaisically but his sight hadn't left the babe as he toddled towards the escaping children. Magnus made his way to a makeshift barrier and stopped at it. He then started calling, "Bear! Row-z!"

The man chuckled, he swears it never gets old. He might actually miss when Magnus wouldn't be able to pronounce names. The toddler kept calling as children flooded out to either reach their busses or to come to their pickup. Of course, he picked them out rather easily but said nothing, letting the kids have their fun.

Blair likely picked up on Magnus' anticipation first. Much like his mother's ability, it worked easier with those he knew. As soon as he looked, Roza picked up on the direction and was off. Magnus bobbled up and down as he noticed the blurs that were his brother and sister. He called faster until Roza managed to scoop the toddler into her arms. Laughter pealed from them as Blair came up to help haul the toddler...to him like they were hauling him off the field.

"Papa!" Blair called as he zoned in on where he was. Kesil gave a casual wave and paid no mind to the looks. If not his looks, it was the rambunctiousness of his kids. To which, better now than later. He ruffled the boy's hair, "Pup, see you and your sister have brought quite the haul."

As if knowing that he meant him, Magnus cheered as he reached up towards his father. Kesil chuckled, "And you found them. Alright, now that the gang's here, let's go. Your mom's probably gonna be waiting."

The best dip in theater history

Strong yor strong yor

Based on this text post by @goggles-mcgee

Yippee doodles!!

Such silly little guys 💛

TFW your twenty-tonne superior officer faints dramatically into your arms (and then cusses you out for touching him)

wgat the hell r u doing

A LITA Quartet Gifset | Punishment: Squat Lift (Bridal Style)

Noeul had me in absolute stitches. He's so extra. Poor boy is so petite, he's definitely better suited to being lifted than doing the heavy lifting.

why are PJO characters most consistently measured in scales of Michaels?

Like. this is some of the most specific height information we have out of most characters, besides maybe Percy being an inch shorter than Jason. The Michaels Scale...

What a damn lift.

32 yr old babygirl getting rescued by the teen object of his affections 💕💕💕

found some old miscellaneous stuff while searching through my old art

another quick doodle barf of Na'vi Quaritch and his boy Spider in scale. I know in the movie he carried Spider like a sack of potatoes BUT he can definitely lift him like this in one arm (aint this a cool position too Colonel? dont be shy...)

and it would look so cute like BRUH I CANT GET ENOUGH OF THE SIZE DIFFERENCE.

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<you'll never know maybe he has done this already during their bonding time when that feral boy finally calmed the hell down for once and IM SURE Quaritch ain't missing the chance>

Anyway, regarding my previous post, this is the best tactical arrangement for many reasons.

Shout out to One Piece: Strong World for showing us once again that zosan are perfectly in sync and would be quite literally unbeatable if they pulled their heads out of their asses long enough to realise it.

is this an okay time to say i want yuji to manhandle me

there’s a question to be asked i think about to what extent “getting out” can be conflated with “being saved” in this show, and what freedom actually means to any of these characters.

like you can argue that shiv saved ken by voting against him on gojo, but what if your intent behind saving someone is to inflict a worse punishment than if you’d just left them trapped? can a child weaned on poison survive on milk, or are you just sentencing them to a death by inches, starved of the only thing they know? and if you save someone specifically because you know that being saved is the worst thing that can happen to them, is that kindness or cruelty? at what point does a good thing become a malicious act?

and you can say that roman is finally free, but what exactly is he free from? the company? his father? does unlocking a cage mean saving a dog, or are you allowing him out on the street knowing there’s a kill shelter nearby? if the driving anxiety behind roman is that he’s an idiot and a failure—that he’ll never amount to anything, and trying will only lead to pain—and he’s finally cut loose once all of those anxieties have crystallized into cold hard fact in his mind, what has he actually escaped from? if the cage is in your mind, is it even possible for somebody else to unlock it?

the fundamental truth of a tragedy is that even being saved can be a death sentence, if the characters are incapable of escaping the thing doing them the most harm (themselves and their childhoods)