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[radiance1]

The Justice League have a problem, one that needs some level of knowledge and expertise of a being from the Infinite Realms to give them a better chance of actually solving this problem.

However.

Every ghost they have summoned, without fail, took one look at Constantine. Squinted (yes, squinted). Then decided to go back to where they came without a word.

This. Would have been useful, nice even. If it was a situation where they needed the summoned being of a cult to head back to where they came without a fight.

But alas, that is not what is happening.

The Justice League, obviously, ask him why the ghosts keep fleeing back to their Realm at the sight of him, but Constantine can't answer because he genuinely has no idea why they keep leaving when getting a proper look at him.

So they keep trying and they do find some success in it. They summoned a boy, most likely older than he physically looks yet it still puts some of them off because of, well.

You know.

A boy with white hair and toxic green eyes. The boy stops short, as if not expecting to be randomly transported to somewhere else, takes a look around the room, then the Justice League. His eyes settle on one person.

Constantine, in particular.

He squints (Why do all of them squint? Nobody knows) and then a sudden looking of realization passes on his face. Different from the looks of vague fear and genuinely want to not involve themselves any further, his face held slight disgust and a heavy amount of disappointment.

Thankfully, he didn't leave immediately after that.

Constantine asks what's with the look on the ghost boy's face, the ghost boy in question squints even further. Stares at Constantine for a moment or two, buries his face in his hands and brings his knees to his hand and groans out.

"He could've done so much better."

[unonoyouwont]

no stylus, i doodle, i eep, i forgor, suddenly i have a finished sakura sketch

[bucksboobs]

Sorry to be 911 critical during a positivity event but it really is such a poor writing decision for Madney’s second baby, their first since they got married, to be an accident. They should have decided together that having a child was worth the risk instead of having fate decide for them. Maddie’s story has always been about her own agency and taking her own life back so the ability for her choose to have a second child would have been so much more powerful than the contrived drama of her coaxing Chimney into giving her permission to have it. It just feels like a major misstep out of line with where Maddie and Chimney should be at this point.

[hellcifrogs]

at first glance i thought that Baki was Ibiki! have you ever drawn him? Or would you? Do you have any thoughts on him as a character, or not so much?

Cheers, love your art as always! ❤️

I can see the confusion lol with the extra scars and no face accessories~

Surprisingly, I don't think I have drawn either of them enough

I like them both! Wish Ibiki had had more screentime, he could have been such a cool character to have around... Imagine him taking over team 10 after Asuma - a team with a genius, a telented mind controler and a noble taijutsu experts clan member. He's in the questioning and torturing department IMAGINE what he could teach them and what THEY could teach him! They're Naruto's school mates, the reality shocks they could give him, generation shock, change of opinions and system!

Or even just teaming him up with Anko for missions (bc I also needed more Anko ;-;)

Now Baki has one problem for me, Hayate 😔

[arttlars]

Oh no he got caught lol. Anyways-

[thebramblewood]

Who wants to kiss Miko Ojo in the vaporwave CAS room? ✋🏻

[monsterkitties]

[kbsd]

shoutout to absolute maniac mary phillips née houston for

dating gay little eugene sledge in high school ("we did everything together [...] he dated my wife" @00:05:26)

then marrying his best friend--who wooed her in eugene's car!!! (from sid's book, h/t meg @ww2yaoi; X)

putting up with eugene wearing white to the wedding like an absolute diva (fig. 1)

letting eugene hang at their house every night until 2am ("alright, miss mary, i'll leave" @00:05:49)

clearly remaining very good friends with eugene in her own right (fig. 2)

the more i learn about how much of a package deal the three of them were, especially in the years immediately after the war, the more i have to respect mary for being soo hilarious for this (and patient for putting up with pathetic gay sledge <3)

fig. 1: from sid's book, h/t jen @crowthis

fig. 2: h/t @leckiestrikes; X

[katherinehoughtoncastle47]

KATE BECKETT

7.22 - DEAD FROM NEW YORK

[yuwuta]

it’s so funny to think that there is no au where junpei lives because if mahito didn’t get to him, then megumi would have. canon megumi finding out not only that yuuji lied about being dead, but that while he was lying, he befriended another dark-haired emo, and then brought said emo back to school would be enough for megumi to decimate him, but it gets even funnier when you remember that if junpei studied jujutsu, he’d have been a shikigami user, too, which would just add even more fuel to the fire: yuuji lies about being dead, brings back an emo replacement that has the same technique as megumi. megumi would have killed him. he would have killed him, and had him resuscitated, just to kill him again. modern au is like yuuji gets transferred to a different homeroom one year and befriends junpei and megumi probably kicks him off the roof or something, or just bullies him so bad he stays away from yuuji, at least publicly. i do not believe that megumi would let that boy live if he could help it 😭

[wildguarneres]

not the Logan documentary making me cry 😭

[smashorpassgilf]

Mike Patton

[v44v13nna]

bakery girl ★

angela girratana x fem reader

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this is the worst monday angela has had in months. from the moment she woke up late, missing the time to go to the gym before work, to now, with her current realisation her lunch is definitely still in her car and is definitely inedible. not to mention the irritating itch under her skin, the tension in her shoulders and frustrating urge to be drumming her fingers or bouncing her knee or ANYTHING.

so now the only task on angela’s mind is finding something fresh to eat. rushing to leave the smosh building, she finds herself in a bakery. not a big bakery, or a cramped one, one with a soft muted colour palette with walls filled with beautifully hand written signs and drawings, it’s warm from the recognisable heat radiating from behind the counter and well lit from the sunlight. there’s a constant stream of white noise from the fridges and machinery. it’s nice. angela notes before subconsciously relaxing slightly, until she saw the displays.

rows and rows of pastries, rolls, danishes, anything. cookies, muffins, scrolls, scones, savoury rolls, braids, slices, stuff she couldn’t even name. her head was spinning. what the fuck do i even want to eat?

“too many choices?” huh?

angela looks up to the source of the voice.

“trust me, i think the same thing when i look at it” it’s a girl. dressed in a simple uniformed shirt, fitted apron and a hat. a pretty girl. “do you feel like something sweet or savoury?”

she’s asking me a question oh god. “i think savoury?”

the bakery girl smiles at her before taking a step back to look at the case of baked goods, assessing each product, looking for something, something that angela suddenly wishes to be privy to. bakery girl looks at what must’ve been a clock “is this going to be for your lunch?” angela nods not trusting herself to speak, bakery girl is looking back at her again “well the pizza rolls are a big seller but if i had to recommend anything, you should get the spinach and feta braids. i just had that on my break they’re perfect today, i promise you’ll love them”.

once again angela nods, and watches the girl grab the pastry and finalise the transaction, unexpectedly studying the way bakery girl moves.

after reaching the office, angela wanting to not waste any more of her lunch break, sat at an empty table and began eating the danish. bakery girl was right. angela thought going for another bite. soft butter pastry braided with crumbled pieces of feta and thinly cut spinach in it, truly perfect.

maybe it was the quaint corner shop bakery, or the pretty bakery girl, or the pastry, but this monday ended up being one of the best mondays she’s had.

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a week later angela finds herself having déjà vu; paralysed in front of the overwhelming shelves of pastries.

“sweet or savoury today?” maaaajor déjà vu

“umm maybe sweet this time?” angela answers while looking up from the cursed case of food to see bakery girl. same uniform, same fitted apron and hat, same pretty smile, and as she steps back to examine the baked goods, angela can’t help but watch her again like last time, trying to find what it is that bakery girl can see that she can’t.

suddenly her eyes light up. “what about a raspberry coconut slice? its a shortbread base with layers of jam and coconut meringue, and then i grated a little bit of lemon zest on top.”

how could i say no? angela could feel herself relax completely. “how could i say no?” and now she could feel the urge to punch herself in the face.

thankfully, bakery girls laughs, a soft one but it’s more than enough for angela. she leans on the counter as bakery girl hands her the slices. “i hope you like them, they’re one of my favourites to make”

WOAH PAUSE

“you made them? you bake?” angela can barely get the words out, excited by the sudden opportunity to know her. she watches as she’s taken aback but the question, blushing softly.

“well a little? i’m usually just decorating the bigger custom cakes in the display fridge” she points to a seperate display of cakes “i used to bake, but the overnight shifts kill me”

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“and so what did you say?” chanse says as angela retells this mornings interaction with bakery girl.

“well some other worker came up and asked her a question and so i just”

“you said nothing? angela really?” he cuts her off, knowing that she has zero rebuttal. in defeat she looks down at the last piece of the slice left, rethinking over the conversation. “do you know her name at least?” eyes snapping back to chanses face as she tries to recollect the small bits of info she does know about bakery girl.

“she doesn’t wear a name badge” i don’t know her name

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every monday from that week on angela made it her mission to learn bakery girls name, and over the past seven weeks of spending the first part of her lunch break at the bakery, she still doesn’t know her name. angela is nearly at breaking point. seven mondays planning how to ask, and seven mondays of her leaving with a new fact about bakery girl, a new pastry to try, and a growing frustration at herself for never asking.

sitting at her desk on wednesday morning, angela indulges in her current favourite activity of pining over the nameless worker with mesmerising eyes and a knowledge of baked goods. after trying a new pastry each week, angela can’t help but think about the brownies she got on monday. dark chocolate brownies that was made by the girl.

well chanse and amanda wanted to try, it’s more for their benefit than mine. angela convinced herself as she approached the bakery. she might not even be there so it’s not like im being weird.

as she pushes the door she sees her. in the same spot behind the counter, with the same simple uniform shirt, fitted apron and hat and name badge talking to a customer.

SHES WEARING A NAME BADGE?!

she can’t believe it, shes still too far away to read it without her glasses but it’s clearly there pinned to her shirt and the closer angela gets, the stronger her hearts beating. this is the moment she finally gets to learn the name of the girl she’s been pining for.

the other customer leaves and it’s just her and bakery girl face to face again. since angela has stopped looking at the displays for the past few weeks she witnessed the signature smile she’s acquainted with form on bakery girls face.

but she doesn’t have to be bakery girl anymore, angela glances at the badge. BLARN.

blarn? is that her name

“i wasn’t expecting to see you so fast, monday must’ve come early this week” blarn (blarn???) comments, settling on her elbows as she leans on the counter.

angela laughs, feeling herself rapidly becoming flustered “those brownies you picked on monday were so good so i thought i should share them this time” she laughs at angela’s words and usually angela would be pleased but she can’t look away from the name badge. there’s so many questions.

is that her name? why doesn’t she wear it on mondays? why today?

she’s so absorbed in her thoughts she didn’t even see her grab the brownies ready for her to pay

“hey, you there?” she’s asking me a question oh god oh god

“your name badge” angela fights the words out of her mouth, already feeling herself cringe at her stuttering delivery, quickly tapping her phone to pay as if to try to move on from her comment. bakery girl looks down at the badge, almost as if she’s as equally shocked by the plastic

“oh yea my manager only works wednesdays with me, so when he is in, i have to have a name” she explains softly laughing at angela’s dumbfounded expression.

“ah” a beat.

don’t say anything stupid don’t say anything stupid ang don’t say anything stupid “so what do people call you every other day?” WHAT

she laughs, and angela can feel her internal battle melt away. “it’s (name), blarn is just a fake name”

(name). angela wishes she could tattoo it on her brain, but all she can do is laugh in response, but before she could respond (names) eyes are no longer looking at her, but at the customer that’s unknowingly broken the moment. angela watches as (name) sends her an apologetic smile before having to attend the customer.

usually angela would just head back to the office, but the second she stepped outside she knew she had to go back.

pushing open the door, she waits behind the customer, catching (names) eyes and smiles at her confused but happy expression. once it’s her turn, angela speaks first.

“i’m angela. i didn’t tell you it before but im angela”

“i’m (name)” she giggles “it’s nice to finally know your name”

angela feels like her chest is going to burst “it’s nice to finally know yours, (name)” (name). angela wants to scream her name from the rooftops, more so after seeing the blush gracing (names) cheeks.

feeling her phone buzz, knowing that it’s chanse asking her where she is she knows this is best time to ask.

“can i..” come on ang just ASK “can i get your number?”

“i was hoping you would ask”

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a/n for someone to still think you’re pretty when you’re in your work uniform is the greatest compliment

sorry if this is long and written like a book, that’s what i’m used to 💔

[nicnacsnonsense]

I really appreciate all the tumblr users out here being horny on main for Rhys Darby; it really helps me as an ace person make sure I’m being respectful and representative of your beliefs when writing from Ed’s POV.

[angelbambisworld]

😳Uhhh uhhhh😳

I'm just gonna tag some Simmons Sluts here: @elrohare @namelessbutters-doodles @ericsingerisababycat @ravenh37 @ilovehotfood1999 @mindofotherstars @glitter-sixx @gh0stfl0ra @genesimmonswife @ghostinyourface @genesstankycodpiece

[an-albino-pinetree]

Spoilers kinda, for Squid Game Season 2!

(I honestly might be super late to this, I dunno sdjh)

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This character himself, isn’t my cup of tea, (I met far too many people in my high school who were literally just that guy), but I could see why people were drawing him as Jax, so here’s my contribution! :] 👍🏻