#*slaps car*

[opbackgrounds]

Oda puts a lot more emphasis on Sanji’s response to Usopp’s potential death than he does Zoro’s. There are a couple of different ways to read his expression, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a flash of guilt and the feeling that it was his fault Usopp was on that tower in the first place 

[ghosted-jazz]

I am not immune to this car salesman fairy and his traumaised iPad kid

[tevanbuckley]

✦ Y-Y-You threw in with us, no hesitation, and I thought, "Wow. That guy is cool. I like that guy." ✦ With Tommy…I don't know. He's so confident, you know? He's interesting. He has a cleft. ✦ I kind of can't stop thinking about him. ✦

↳ how tommy sees himself vs how buck sees him

[annmariethrush]

Thinking about all the times Cas must have felt Dean praying right in front of him.

I think that’s how their first kiss happened. Dean didn’t realize he was feeling it that loudly but then suddenly Cas is leaning in to kiss him.

When they talk about it later Dean blushes as Cas recounts all the times he felt that prayer during their first few years together when he didn’t know what it meant. And when Dean asks how he knew what it meant this time, Cas replies that he recognized the feeling cause he feels it all the time now.

[aleiiii]

HOOOOHOOOO BOYYY

I just wanna see him go ape shit

I have my graduation ceremony in about an hour…. But I had to get this OUT

[crowzirawho]

local angel finds out repressing your emotions for 6000 years might cause you to break (good thing there was a demon nearby)

[kiddokori]

they gave link a fuckjng hoverboard

[vibrantshoyo]

Buggy sucks so bad at flirting that it loops around into actually working

[dreamtydraw]

PULL UP THE TRUMPETS- cause it's the royal au for today's @derek-week-event 's theme, AU.

Okay please get my visions, as kids they used to see each other during royal banquets but grew with distance as this events stopped to happens frequently, keeping contact through letters and pinning for a decade before they could meet again....

[polychromaddict]

RWBY doodles because my GF convinced me to watch it. I know it looks messy but that’s okay

[meowshinjiro]

imagine a timeloop au where newt dies and reawakens in the glade, remembering all of the events of before and realising a way to save himself from succumbing to the flare. thomas can’t remember him, but he wastes no time rebuilding their relationship into something stronger than it ever was before.

but, after he injects himself with the cure, something changes.

thomas is the one who dies instead.

so newt stabs himself so he can die and go back to the past again, but no matter what he does or how many times he resets - thomas will always die if newt lives, and thomas can only survive if newt is killed by the flare.

but newt is no quitter. he’s determined to find a timeline where both of them have a happily ever after, no matter how long it takes, and no matter how much blood he loses in the process.

[kiwisandpearls]

also going from season one Wukong where he just kinda seemed like a kiiinda lazy mentor to season five Wukong where he fights MK to keep him from going into the glowing pillar, screams at mk not to sacrifice himself, catches him in his arms when he’s falling, and tells mk he doesn’t wanna lose him is

[starry-bi-sky]

What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.

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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 

Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 

Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 

Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 

Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  

She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 

Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 

Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 

The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 

Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.

“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.

“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 

‘Martha Mae Knight’ was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.

Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 

“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.

“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”

Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 

Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 

Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 

Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 

There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 

“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 

When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.

[pumpkincalico]

Maric, rowan and loghain have SUCH  chokehold on me it isnt funny

[daysofnights]

you have to acknowledge the appeal of a really attractive remus thats still just a complete fucking loser so everyone else gives up on him the minute he opens his mouth with the exception of sirius who falls more in love

[thegoodmorningman]

Good Morning! Floor it!!!