I relate to han solo because i, too, scream ILL SEE YOU IN HELL whenever anyone tries to calmly reason with me
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I relate to han solo because i, too, scream ILL SEE YOU IN HELL whenever anyone tries to calmly reason with me

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âŚI might have forgotten to mention Iâm a huge fan of both WALL-E and Big Hero 6. For some reason I relate my experience watching BH6 last year with my experience watching WALL-E in third grade? Iâm not sure what it is, but theyâre kind of in the same âcategoryâ for me. Anyway, Iâm a big sucker for art-deco style posters, especially the ones used to promote this movie (and in-universe, to promote this company), so I just HAD to do something with it. I used to have a t-shirt with âThe New Sensation in Health Evaluationâ WALL-E on it. Wonder what happened to that⌠I DREW THIS WITH WORDY RAPPINGHOOD ON LOOP FOR LIKE, A THOUSAND HOURS. IT WAS TERRIBLE AND WONDERFUL ALL AT THE SAME TIME. Baymaxâs eyes are a little off I guess??? Eh, I drew this a while ago. The WALL-E posters are not mine (I didnât even bother to vector them - I should though they would come in handy), but the Baymax ones are. Also, H-B instead of BnL, because Hamada Brothers. They might have created a company that took over the earth one day. *gross sobs because of sibling bonds being destroyed by early deaths* Plus it was the only thing I could think of that made at least a little sense! Can I please tag @t-adash-i and @bigherosixfeels? Theyâre actually the original reason I got a Tumblr in the first place, and theyâre both really nice ^_^
Whoa this is so cool! Amazing job! :D
Cafe Cuteness (Tadashi X Reader)
Super old request from anon: Hello! If you're still accepting requests could you write one with tadashi x reader where they meet at the lucky cat cafe and when his friends find out they try and get him to ask her out? I just thought it would be cute. Thanks so much! :)
Itâs most likely been way over a year since this request was sent, so sorry for disappearing for like all of 2015! The anon who sent this probably will never see this post, but I decided to attempt to do their request anyways. If itâs super shitty and makes no sense, itâs probably because I wrote this in the wee hours of the morning and I donât proofread lmao. I hope you enjoy this though and it isnât too much of a shitshow!
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Youâve spent the majority of your life getting up early for school, so you assumed that you could survive the same schedule at university. What a silly freshman you were. Trying to be awake and functional before 8AM was entirely impossible for someone running on around four hours of sleep. You needed caffeine immediately. Stumbling into the nearest cafĂŠ, you approach the counter. Instead of the cheerful brunette woman that normally takes your order, you find someone slumped over the counter. You debate over waking them up â they looked so peaceful â but this person was in between you and the caffeine you needed so desperately to get through your lecture from hell. You clear your throat, and get no response. Finally, you gently touch the shoulder of the person before you can question if that was too invasive. Before you could jerk your hand back, the very cute young man working the counter bolts upright and a small yelp of surprise slipping from his lips. You canât help but laugh softly at the strange sound. The man smiles sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck, murmuring an apology to you. You smile back, which probably looks more like a grimace in your exhausted state, dropping the hand you realized was still on his shoulder. After placing your usual order and paying, you lean against the counter, taking a moment to check out observe the man preparing your drink. He was tall and thin, with broad shoulders and a face that was definitely easy on the eyes. His hair was slightly ruffled and he looked absolutely exhausted, dark circles under his eyes matching yours. âSo, rough night, huh?â You blurt out after the man had caught you staring at him for the third time. âDo I really look that bad?â He asks, a smile playing on his lips. You stutter incoherently, telling him that no you look fine and vaguely register the word cute leaving your mouth, so you decide to shut up before embarrassing yourself further. He laughs at your awkwardness, but gives you an actual explanation. âI have a massive exam happening in,â he checks his watch, âtwo hours and I may or may not have pulled an all-nighter.â âAnd you have to work?â you exclaim, eyes widening. And you thought you were suffering. He laughs once again, and you have to stop yourself from swooning at the melodious tune. What is this, a teen fiction novel? Get it together. âI havenât had a decent nightâs sleep since I started university three years ago, so I donât even remember what being well-rested feels like anymore. I like to think Iâve adjusted quite well to constant sleep deprivation. Except for, you know, falling asleep on the job occasionally.â You laugh again and he hands you the latte he finished during your conversation. Thanking him, you check the time on your phone, mutter an oh shit, and bolt out the door of the cafĂŠ. The manâs eyes follow your rushed movements and you wave at him through the window before hauling ass to campus. Youâd much rather spend your morning trying and failing to flirt with the cute barista than in a stuffy lecture hall, but your professorâs strict attendance policy crushes that dream.
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You donât return to the cafĂŠ during the next week and Tadashiâs pretty sure heâs going to lose his damn mind. He knows itâs silly to be so taken by someone heâd only met once, but there was something about you that was absolutely captivating. Maybe it was you voice, soft and gentle due to the early morning hour. Maybe it was your laugh, a melodious sound that Tadashi would love to hear on a daily basis. Or maybe it was how absolutely breathtaking you were, standing in front of him at hell oâclock still looking like an enchanting albeit exhausted goddess. Regardless of what it was, you had gotten under Tadashiâs skin and he couldnât help but glance up excitedly every time the bell above the door chimed. However, instead of the girl he so desperately wanted the patron to be, the visitors were just his friends. Tadashi let out a groan, dropping his head to the counter with a soft thump. âIs this a bad time?â Wasabi asks as the four settle at the table nearest to the counter. Tadashi lifts his head up to shake it and then lets it drop back down. Sure, heâs being a little dramatic, but he felt like he was going to go crazy due to frustration. âOh, itâs just some girl he canât get over,â the younger Hamada replies, walking down the stairs into the cafĂŠ. âHeâs been pouty for like a week, waiting for her to come back.â Hiro rolls his eyes as he sits down with his friends. Honey Lemon squeals upon hearing the news. Tadashi hadnât been on a proper date in ages â not for lack of trying on her part. Sheâd been trying to set him up with multiple people for years, but Tadashi wouldnât budge from his âno blind dateâ policy. She just wanted to see her best friend happy and, of course, in love. Tadashi hadnât had a single crush in the entire time that Honey Lemon had known him, so she needed to know every single detail. As soon as Tadashi had finished recounting the tale of the mystery girl to his friends, he made the executive decision to close up shop a little early. There wasnât anyone left in the cafĂŠ besides his companions and the street was completely deserted. Tadashi began his standard cleaning procedure, starting with the espresso machine. After that, he wiped down the counter and began to clean the glass display case for the pastries they sold. Just as he began to scrub at a particularly stubborn fingerprint, he heard the tinkle of the bell above the entrance. Tadashi mentally cursed himself, standing up and turning around to talk to the patron. âIâm sorry, weâre clos-â he starts but halts his sentence when he realizes who had just entered the cafĂŠ. Of course it was you, wearing a cute little black dress and a fluffy, oversized cardigan and looking absolutely gorgeous. You get the gist of what heâs saying though and a slight crease forms between your eyebrows. âOh no, I didnât realize that you guys were closed! I thought that this place stayed open until five, but thatâs, um, completely fine! I saw people in here and figured you were still open but, Iâll, uh, Iâll just come back tomorrow or something,â You trail off, turning around to make a swift exit as to avoid further awkwardness. âNo!â Tadashi nearly shouts and his friend group winces at how desperate he sounded. Hiro smirks â so this must be the girl, huh? Tadashi makes a face and continues, âWeâre not closed yet. I just barely started cleaning up, but I can get you whatever you like.â You smile and approach the young man. âSame thing as before?â He asks. You nod, surprised, as he slips behind the counter and grabs a steaming pitcher to begin your drink. âDidnât you already clean the â oof!â Hiro is silenced by a sharp jab to his foot by the heel of Honeyâs stiletto. Your head turns to follow the outburst and youâre met with five smiling faces. Blushing, you return your gaze to the man in front of you. He rolls his eyes at the lack of subtlety his friends possess. âDonât mind them, theyâre just nosy. Iâm Tadashi, by the way.â He smiles at you over the top of the espresso machine. âIâm Hiro!â The youngest in the group shouts, and with another oof, heâs silenced once more. You laugh at his antics. He looks quite a bit like Tadashi so you assume heâs taking on the standard role of the annoying younger brother. âIâm (Y/N). Uh, sorry for running out of here the other day, by the way. I had an 8 oâclock lecture and my professor would have kicked my ass if I was late.â âI totally get it. So are you going to SFIT then? Whatâs your major?â âI am, but Iâm actually an undeclared. Figured Iâd get my general ed requirements done and then narrow it down eventually. Whatâs your major? And, hey, howâd that exam go?â The conversation flowed freely between you and Tadashi, your coffee sitting forgotten on the counter. You even turn to talk to the group at the table and try to remember their names but youâve never been particularly good at that. Eventually, though, your phone buzzes with a text. Itâs your roommate, frantically asking if you were planning on coming to her art showcase any time soon. You had completely forgotten your promise and you sighed, grabbing your slightly chilled drink, and saying a disappointed goodbye to Tadashi. You wave at his friends as you walk out of the cafĂŠ, pulling your cardigan closer to yourself in the chilly San Fransokyo air. Tadashi ignores the curious looks of his friends and begins to wipe down the espresso machine for the second time that evening. âI like her,â Honey Lemon starts, and the rest of the group nods in agreement. âSheâs cute and sweet and totally in to you.â Tadashi sputters at his friend, not believing that a girl like you would actually show any interest in him. âWoman up and ask her out,â GoGo agrees, blowing and popping her gum.
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Youâre back at the cafĂŠ the next morning, wearing yet another cute dress and cardigan combination. Your outfit choice totally had nothing to do with the cute barista. Not at all. Unfortunately for you, Tadashi is nowhere in sight. Instead, Hiro and the brunette woman are working the counter. Hiro lights up when he sees you walk in and calls into the kitchen for Tadashi. Tadashi, wearing a black apron and absolutely covered in flour, grumbles and walks out of the back room. You canât help but laugh at the pink hearts on his apron, with Kiss the Cook written in elegant cursive underneath them. His cheeks dust with pink and Hiro smirks. You walk up to the counter, ordering your usual and the brunette woman begins to prepare it for you. You get out your wallet to pay, mentioning that he had forgotten to charge you as well the day before. Tadashi, however, refuses your money. âItâs on the house. Pretty girls donât have to pay here,â he states and you canât help but blush at his not-so-subtle compliment. âSo, do you give this discount to a lot of girls then?â You question. âNo, itâs a pretty new policy. It only got instated,â he pretends to check an invisible watch, âyesterday, actually.â âThatâll come in handy. I do feel kind of bad though, I feel like Iâm abusing the system already. Is there an alternative method of payment I could use?â You trail off suggestively. âWell, now that you mention it, there is this new Italian restaurant Iâve been dying to try out. You could let me take you there, if you want.â He rubs the back of his neck nervously after making his proposal and wonders if he was picking up the wrong signal from you. You nod and flush slightly and Tadashi is sure he made the right decision. âYeah, Iâd like that a lot.â He positively beams at your answer and you exchange cell phone numbers. Your coffee is finally completed and you hesitate before leaning across the counter and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. His adorable surprised face made the impulse completely worth it, and you begin to walk away. âWhat was that for?â he calls out behind you. âJust obeying what the apron said. Call me!â And you were gone.
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Sorry if the ending is rushed or awkward :/ requests are always open if you guys are willing to wait ages for them to be completed!
guess whoâs back, back again
rosalieâs back, she says sorry for being inactive for forever
but im working on a tadashi x reader right now because i feel so guilty about it lol sorry yâall
Beep boop.
Needed to draw out some Big Hero 6 feels, and now Iâm sad.

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Donât be a dick to your GF or Benny the Bullâs gonna get ya!
What an ass
It isnât finished but I just wanted to show a little bit of my Big Hero 6 fan art, I love Tadashi so much!!
i donT THINK YOUTUBE TRANSLATED THIS CORRECTLY
Are you still accepting headcanon prompts? If so, could you do baby Tadashi/his childhood? Before or after Hiro is born, either way works
oh my god thinking about baby!tadashi makes me weakâŚ
Tadashiâs parents actually had him pretty early into their marriage, like in the first couple of years.
They originally decided to only have Tadashi, but after achieving financial stability and a comfortable lifestyle with both parents working high-paying jobs at the best hospitals/robotic companies in the cities, the Hamadas began to consider having a second child.
Plus, Tadashi was such a well-behaved little kid that they basically assumed raising a second child would be just as easy.
No one was prepared for the whirlwind that is Hiro.
When Mr. and Mrs. Hamada decided on having a second baby, they sat Tadashi down and explained everything to him. They also let him ask any questions he might have about the baby.
"Where do babies come from?" Tadashi questioned innocently, looking up at his parents with big and naive eyes.
"Well, Iâm glad you asked!" Said Mrs. Hamada, who immediately began pulling out some of her medical textbooks as she prepared to give a lecture to her 7yo son.Â
Anyway, the Hamada parents made sure to cover all their bases, stressing that Tadashi would still be loved no matter what. âWell, duh,â Tadashi said, giving his parents a strange look. âOf course you would still love me. Why would a baby distracting you make you not love me anymore? Sometimes I donât listen to Dad âcause Iâm busy reading a book, but that doesnât mean I hate him.â
Tadashiâs parents are so proud of their smart and mature boy.
They also make sure to explain how Tadashi will play a huge role in his siblingâs life. âYouâll be a bit older than your brother or sister,â Mr. Hamada explains, âWhich means youâre going to have to play a mentor role in their life. Your sibling is going to come to you for advice, before even your Mom and I.â When Tadashi begins to look nervous about all the unexpected pressures of being an older sibling, Mr. Hamada hurries to reassure his son. âBut donât worry! Youâre going to be an older sibling, not a parent. Your mom and I are going to be around for a long, long time Tadashi. We will be the ones doing the raising, understand Tadashi?â
The little boy nods, before perking up with sudden excitement. âAnd Iâll protect them, too! If the babyâs a girl and the mean kids at the playground pull her hair, Iâll punch their lights out!â Tadashi smacks his fist into his hand, a surprisingly fierce look on his face.
The Hamadas are startled by their son, who has never shown an aggressive bone in his body, suddenly act ready to defend a person who hasnât even been born yet to the death. âTadashi, you know violence isnât always the answer.â Mrs. Hamada admonishes gently, and Tadashi immediately looks chastened. However, the spark of creativity enters his eyes again.
"Then Iâll build a bodyguard for the baby!" Tadashi declares passionately. "A- a robot thatâll keep them safe always. And itâll give out lollipops when the baby is good, and be nice and soft so the baby can hug it, an-â
When Tadashi breaks out into a yawn, his mother picks him up and begins the trek to Tadashiâs bed. Tadashi still tiredly continues his short speech. â-Itâll be really cool, Mom! Do you think Dad would help me build my robot?â Without waiting for an answer, Tadashi plows on.
"Itâll protect the baby from everything bad! Like mean people, or bad germs, and itâll be the best bodyguard ever.â
"Like those Buckingham Palace guards?" Mrs. Hamada teases gently as she tucks her son in. The slight curve of her stomach, indicating her pregnancy, brushed against the bed as she leaned back. "Maximum defense, 24/7?"
"Mmhm, yeah." Tadashi sleepily replied, burrowing down into his sheets. "Maxâmum protection fâr thâ BayâŚ" Without even finishing the word, Tadashi slips into sleep.
That was my really bad attempt at providing an origin for the name Baymax. OTLÂ

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ive wanted to draw an alleyway for like four years but never did
He is such a cutie
AU switcheroo. What if instead of Tadashi Hiro ran into the building. How would Tadashi react? Opinion?
all i can do is direct you to this fic because i have no other words
do you think we can get a baby Tadashi anytime soon?
This nightlight I bought is surprisingly useful! Itâs really dark in the room at night and the light switch is a bit of a distance from the bed. So baymax helps out a lot. Thank you baymax!

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callaghan: tadashi come over
tadashi: i canât, im hanging with my brother
callaghan: the universityâs on fire
tadashi:Â
What if Hiro was Kevin McCallister and Aunt Cass had to go to another cafe's beat poetry night across town until late and Harry and Marv were the sticky bandits again because they wanted to steal the LCC's sticky buns and donuts
i've never seen home alone before i'm sorry i failed you anon