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[fandom-hoarder]

Saw this in a gif search for "smile," so now y'all hafta see it.

[julesart04]

[rebouks]

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Sidney: What were you thinking? Robin: It wasn’t my fault. Sidney: Debateable. You shouldn’t take them with you if you’re not going to keep an eye on them. Robin: I don’t have a million eyes! Oscar: Ma. Sidney: Well. Oscar: You’re looking at this all wrong, anyway-.. Byrd, what’re we not gonna do in future? Byrd: Uhhhhh-.. handstands on wobbly fences? Courtney: Robin? Robin: Let Byrd climb on shitty fences. Oscar: See? Sidney: [mutters] Give me strength. Wren: What do you need strength for? Sidney: Your father’s unquenchable thirst for chaos. Oscar: You need to relax every now n’ then, you might actually enjoy yourself for once. Sidney: Bah, you sound like Ally. Alton: Hm-.. what? Sidney: Nothing-.. where’s the salad? Oscar: What’s done is done-.. let’s just agree to steer clear of the hospital for a while, okay guys? I’m sick of the place. Robin: Maybe we could get a member’s card. Ava: I want to go! Oscar: Noooo, you don’t. Ava: How do you know what I want?! Sidney: Ask Robin to watch you for a day, you’ll be there in no time. Oscar: Ignore your grandma-.. she’s just an expert at putting the salt in Salton. Alton: I still don’t understand that joke…

[fo-enjoyer]

When someone has the same f/o as you moodboard (ok sharing edition)

[starflungwaddledee]

is that silhouette at the end of your last post supposed to be a morpho form of meta?

it looks like it has meta's wings and his galaxia

this fandom is incredible...

"what is the unintelligible shape in this shadow?!"

"pfft. starflung this is easy. despite the fact we can see only two of her tines and the hilt is wrong it is CLEARLY the legendary sword Galaxia."

kirby fans really are so powerful at picking up hints and clues from just a shred of information. anyway, here's your... reward?

and uh... and uh...

@phanzon no but it.... it could be.

[pinksilvace]

@levshany: Caleb is also a bird

Me: [instant fear]

[call-me-pup2]

On the train zooming! Might as well have wore a scuba suit with the weather though, going to go charity shop hunting for a cute waterproof trench coat so with me luck!

[nozomimi01]

meet my one piece OC! pretty sure i forgot to post about her here but better late than never!!!!!!

[cha1cedony]

Looked up the Ford Edsel transmission… this would cause me to crash too tbh

[mugiwara-lucy]

All I can say is that anime only fans are gonna be pissed in 13 episodes 🤣

[halfagony-halfhope]

do i like fics where darcy and mr. bennet become good friends before his marriage to elizabeth? yes. but like, if we are being real, i think it would be really difficult to darcy respect mr. bennet bc of the way he behaves as a husband and father. darcy being someone who takes his duties seriously can’t admit someone ignoring their responsibilities.

[xinanigans]

They are dropping off Trump’s federal charges. This is literal dictatorial behavior y’all open your damn eyes

[whitepeachrum]

Color Vision

Fandom: Hetalia (personified) Pairing: Arthur x Kat (EngUkr/UkrEng) Featuring: Alfred Content Length: Solo Chapter (~2700 words)

“This is like the best Christmas, y’all.” Alfred smiled, bundled up in a knit blanket that Kat and Arthur had made together for him. He sat by the Christmas tree with the lovebirds on the other side of him, happily leaning on one another. It was the first year that all three of them were able to celebrate together and the hosts were excruciatingly content with how everything had turned out.

“I might just have to agree with him,” Kat said to Arthur, kissing him and adjusting the pompom on his festive hat as it interfered with their moment.

“What? You didn’t like last year’s Christmas? When I nearly burnt the house down?” Arthur raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, I loved that one too,” Kat chuckled politely and shook her head, recalling the night when her husband’s attempt at making a fruitcake turned into a soot-filled extravaganza with firefighters galore. “But I think this one is even better. I’d say it’s a lot more colorful.”

“Quite. It almost looks like we’re living in an animation this year.” Arthur chuckled a bit.

“Artie!! Remember watching Christmas movies before bed when we were little? Can we do that today too??” Alfred asked, his eyes sparkling from all the illuminated lights reflecting off his glasses and the genuine excitement of possibly reliving his childhood memories with his brother and sister-in-law.

“I don’t see why not. It would be a great way to end the evening. What do you think, love?”

“I think…” Kat playfully and dramatically thinks about it. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

“YES! Can I pick the movie??? WAIT! Can we watch Die Hard?! Oh my god, I love that movie!” Alfred excitedly shimmies in his seat.

“Die Hard is not a Christma-” Arthur frowns as Kat covers his mouth, stopping him from ruining yet another great year.

“We can, but before we do that, I think there’s one last gift you haven’t opened yet, sweetie,” Kat interjects.

“There is?” Alfred blinks, surprised that there’s more.

“Mhm. It's right there.”

“Where??” Alfred looks under the tree and doesn't seem to find anything.

“Here, let me show you.” Kat tries to get up, but Arthur beats her to it.

“I got it, love. You stay put.” Arthur walks over to a box placed in the center of the tree and picks it up to hand to Alfred. The younger of the two looks at the box in wonder. Not only did it magically seem to appear out of nowhere, but it happened to be wrapped with dozens of little ribbons and bows. It blended seamlessly with the tree’s shadows and textures, yet it was so outlandishly decorated that it was nearly impossible to miss.

“Duuude! This looks so cool! How many bows did you put on this??” Alfred looks to Kat, who shakes her head, suggesting she didn’t decorate this gift. Alfred’s eyes curiously shifted to his brother who innocently shrugged, implying that it wasn’t him either. Then who did? Maybe it was Santa?

“Let’s just say we used everything we had,” Kat adds.

“Why don’t you open it,” Arthur suggests.

“And ruin all your hard work?” Alfred turns the box over and counts all the tiny bows. “It’s like the Fourth of July on this box.”

“Just open the damn box already.”

Alfred eagerly opens the packaging and discovers a box with a pair of sunglasses inside.

“Woahhh,” Alfred examines it with a detailed eye, admiring how expensive they looked. “These look so cool. You guys, this must’ve cost like a million bucks…”

“You should try them on. I bet they’ll look cool on you,” Kat grins, excited for him to try it on.

“Oh! Yeah, totally. You guys got a mirror nearby?”

Arthur points to the mirror in the hallway, where Alfred goes to try on his new glasses. He places his regular ones on the collar of his ugly sweater and his new ones on his face.

“Oh YEAH! These look awesom-”

Hold up. Something is wrong.

Alfred suddenly feels a chill all around him. It felt like something had crept up on him and suddenly surrounded him. It was unsettling, it was foreign, it was something bizarre and… amazing. He was wearing sunglasses, but somehow everything seemed brighter than he had been used to. What were these things he was looking at? Was he finally seeing… colors?

“Woah.. Is that what I look like?” The blond spoke quietly to himself as he tried to process what he was looking at. The grays that once varied in shades were now presented as entirely different hues and tones. He blinked a few times, trying to register his blond hair as blond, his blue eyes as blue, and his ugly sweater as anything other than ugly. People had used these words to describe him his whole life and now that he saw it for himself, he finally understood what they had meant. Alfred’s heart raced with excitement. It’s definitely not what he’d been used to seeing for the last twenty-something years. 

He looked past himself in the reflection and sharply turned around, looking at everything else with brand-new eyes.

“WOAH!” Alfred blinks, his smile widening as various simple objects thrill and confuse him.

His ugly sweater was leaking everywhere!! The colors of reindeer noses were all over the room in the shapes of wreaths and Santa hats. The blues of his baby blues had been shining through hot cocoa mugs and books that he had never been able to see the titles of before. Paintings on the walls and streamers decorated the walls in a more diluted shade than the reindeer noses. He had been certain that those light gray colors were just light gray, but everyone had convinced him were “pink”. What colors were even on those walls?! Oh wow!! Look at the lights!! How are the lightbulbs in the overhead lamps different shades of bright white!?

His eyes darted to the tinsel that shimmered in various golds and silvers. Then to the messy pile of unwrapped gifts that had overflowed with combinations of patterns and contrasting colors. To the warm, crackling fireplace glowing a gentle amber the whole night. To the tree that he knew was green based on the pine smell and sappy feel alone, but had never seen before.

Alfred gawked at the sight as Arthur cleaned up the wrapping paper. He scanned his surroundings with blurred vision and a lump in his throat. All the shades of whites, blacks, and grays had finally revealed their true colors. And it was all so overwhelming. But he loved every single bit of it. What was red? What was blue? Things he had barely known to be green and purple were suddenly there and completely different from how he had imagined them. Honestly, he didn’t even know which color was which. And he didn’t care! They were so beautifully bright and fresh.

He places his hands on his head as the processing part starts to short-circuit his brain. It was nothing short of amazing, but boy was it a lot to handle.

“How are the glasses? Do they fit well?” Arthur asks him with a raised eyebrow and a gentle grin, admiring his brother’s wholesome reaction to the things around the house. 

“Yeah. Holy...” Alfred responded absent-mindedly, his mind still working hard at processing and re-wiring his neural networks. ”DUDE! LOOK AT THE TREE!” 

He starts jumping excitedly unable to contain his joy as he notices the colorful string lights. How did they change colors like that?! His vision might’ve been a bit blurry with the new prescription, but the alternating colors were exceptionally hard to miss. Normally, Kat and Arthur wouldn’t decorate their tree in this many colors, but this year they decided to go all out. Just for a moment like this.

“What is that??” Alfred pointed to something on the tree.

“Mm. What are you looking at?” Arthur walked over to help him out a bit and casually crossed his arms.

“That! What is THAT?!” Alfred pointed to a disco ball tree ornament that had been reflecting and sparkling with all different colors at once.

“This one?”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

“It’s just a disco ball.”

“Not the ornament, but that sparkly thing coming from from it.” Alfred leaned in to get a more detailed look at the beauty of something this shiny. Arthur gingerly took hold of the ornament and gave it a twirl. Alfred gasped as if all the air was sucked out of him. He became infatuated by the changing colors and couldn’t bear to look away.

“Ah. you meant the beams of colors.” Alfred nodded once, his eyes glued to all the surfaces where he saw rainbows. ”See, the ornament is refracting the light. So, you’re probably seeing all those colors transition quickly when I spin it. Practically a rainbow sprinkler. Isn’t it fascinating?” Arthur lectured.

“Do it again!” And so he did. Arthur watched Alfred’s childlike wonder shine through. He smiled fondly, remembering his reactions to Christmas presents when they were younger. The younger brother used to gasp the same way when he would get the same toy Arthur did. Now that they’ve gotten older and reunited after years of living their own lives, they could share so much more than just the same toy.

“Wow…” Alfred alternated his daily glasses with his special glasses to compare how he saw the colors. “This is so freaking cool.” Arthur looked over to Kat with raised eyebrows, asking ‘if she thought Alfred would like their gift’. She gave him a sniffle and an excited two thumbs up. Arthur chuckled and unexpectedly got tackled down by the brute. They both landed with an oof and then Alfred started laughing boisterously. He hugged his brother as tightly as possible, hoping he would feel how incredibly happy he was. Arthur rapidly tapped his shoulder to get out of his grip as the air was genuinely being crushed out of him.

“Al… can’t… breathe”

“Sorry, Artie. I just can’t help myself.” 

Alfred pulled back and then went to give Kat a more gentle hug. He had to be careful not to pop his niece out with all his strength.

“Enjoy it, sweetheart. Just be careful with them, alright?”

“I will guard these with my life. Scout’s honor.”

“And Arthur too. I need him in one piece.”

Arthur got up and straightened out his ugly Christmas sweater before patting his brother on the back, extra harshly on the last smack, making sure his brother felt a bit of the pain he had passed onto him.

“Oww,” Alfred whined. He deserved that. “Man, you guys just… I can’t thank you enough. This is so freaking cool..”

Kat smiled, feeling extremely glad that they decided to splurge on one expensive gift before the baby came and drained them of any spendable funds.

Oh! As Kat thought about spending money on gifts, recalled that she had bought something for the occasion. Initially, it was going to be a gift for their little girl, but Kat thought it'd be a more fitting gift for Alfred now. She looked around her on the sofa and rummaged through her small pile of wrapping paper. 

“Oh, where did it go?” Kat lightly panicked.

“What are you looking for?” Arthur asked, putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her grounded.

“The book. The little book. You know, the one with the, um... Oh, what are they called? The- Ah, I got it!” She rediscovered the baby book she had gotten earlier in the month and flipped through it for a few seconds, confirming that it would be perfect. “I want you to have this as well.” Kat handed the gift to Alfred.

“Me? Why? Wouldn’t it be better for the baby? I can actually read, despite what Arthur might think.”

“The baby can’t read for another year or so, but you can. And when you’re done reading it to yourself and familiarizing yourself with the colors, maybe you can read to her someday and show her all the different things that are blue, yellow, or pink.”

“Kat!!” Alfred pouted at her cute and touching gesture. “This is like the best companion gift for these glasses. I’m gonna read the hell out of this book. And then I’m gonna read the hell out of this book to my niece.”

“Be careful though. I think some of those colors might blow your mind.”

“What? Which ones?” 

“Orange, for example.”

“Orange? What’s up with orange??”

“You’ll see it in the book. And then you’ll see it everywhere you go.”

Alfred opened the baby-proof book and found different circles on each page with a one-word description of each of its colors. He stared at the colors and pulled the book closer as he discovered the overlapping circles. After staring at it for a couple of seconds, he pulled it closer realizing what she meant about orange.

“WHAT?!” He flipped to the second page to find out more. Kat and Arthur chuckled at his reaction. “How does that even work?? Man, now you guys gotta re-teach me everything. Wow..”

Alfred looks up to share his enthusiasm with the hosts and smiles to himself as Arthur and Kat share a quiet, loving moment. It was just like a scene from a movie. While they assumed Alfred was taking his time reading the book, Arthur softly praises Kat on her completely, brilliant success of a Christmas and sneaks in a kiss on her temple. She smiles right back at him. Of course, it was a brilliant success! With all that bedrest she’d been on, all she could do was plan the party to make it perfect no matter what, down to the last piece of confetti. As long as everyone showed up and had fun, she knew her hard work would’ve paid off tenfold. She rests her head on her partner’s shoulder, intertwining her fingers with Arthur’s and enjoying the warm inner glow of their happy family.

Alfred may have been colorblind, but he didn’t need any fancy or rundown glasses to see how much color his family had brought into his life. Had it not been for them, he probably would've been having takeout and watching the Christmas parade on his phone. In boring ol' grayscale. 

“Oh hey!” Alfred perked up, grabbing Arthur and Kat’s attention and smiling hugely at them. “I finally understand what they say about Christmas gifts! Family is, like, the best gift on Christmas, isn’t it? Everyone gets to spend time together and just be happy. That’s so nice..” 

Arthur and Kat’s smiles fade into looks of astonishment and they glance at one another, surprised that Alfred came to such a profound realization, especially after reading such an insightful book. He was certainly not the little kid they thought he was. They didn’t expect it from him, but they were incredibly touched hearing his remark. More so, it gave them peace knowing that they were bringing their daughter into a such a loving family. They hoped that she would one day feel the same way.

“Yes, it is,” Arthur said, looking back at Alfred with the understanding his little brother was all grown up now. Huh.

“You know, I don’t think we ever formally invited you into the family,” Kat noticed the time on Arthur’s watch and looked back at Alfred with a smug grin. ”Welcome to the party, Al.”

Alfred frowns, trying to process why that sounds familiar, then gasps and points to Kat.

“YOU-!!” Alfred’s head spins to face Arthur, “Dude, I'm so sorry, but when you go, I’m gonna marry her. She’s literally the freaking best.”

“She makes one Die Hard reference and suddenly you’re thinking of marrying my wife? Unbelievable.” Arthur rolls his eyes and looks at him skeptically, “Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mr. Cowboy?”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. OHMYGOD!!!” Alfred shakes in excitement, knowing exactly how to respond, but trying hard to refrain from cursing in their home. The last time that happened, he was banned from saying anything at all. And lord knows he's a yapper. There was no way he was going to stop yapping on a day like this. Arthur smirks as he watches his brother turn red from how badly he wants to say it.

“Alright. Go on, then-”

“YIPPEE-KI-YAY, MOTHERFUCKER! WOOO!!!”

This was definitely the best Christmas he could ever ask for.

[crowsdove]

Does anyone else occasionally like using the character creator in some games to recreate their f/os, and feeling close to them that way? Because I do and I highly recommend it.

Like sk.yr.im is one of my favorite games and while I do love to do lore friendly playthroughs too I'll sometimes base a character build around one of my f/os and go on adventures with them and stuff, and like, the most recent one I did made me so happy, you have no idea.

Or I'll add them as wres.tlers in the WW.E2.k games and make custom titles for them and stuff like that and it's so silly but it's so much fun!

I know there's more games this is doable on but those are my go-tos anyway

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[vintageseawitch]

eddie boi was at the peak of "him being interesting in any way, shape or form" when he was feeding on baddies & he did more for the sake of humanity than the Cullen & Denali ✨️ecological disaster✨️ clans put together 🥰🧛‍♂️🩸

[packedice]

I wish i could write an essay-length post about how much i love my boyfriend