#APPARENTLY I KNOW A LOT HELP

[habitual-creatures]

Okay well you stay here in the birb nest with conejito Jester and I’ll be right back okay?

*totally isn’t getting up to make a copy of certain footage from earlier hehe/sarc*

(Idk if you know this but despite them both being Latin languages it can be kinda hard to understand Spanish if you only speak Portuguese or vice versa; my mom can translate Italian but has no idea what anything in Portuguese means lol)

I will-

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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[thesaintofnevergettingitright]

Watching the Percy Jackson series has made me empathize with Aphrodite more than I ever thought possible.

Cuz these kids are TWELVE and are out here just trying to SURVIVE, but every time Percy and Annabeth interact I’m giggling and kicking my feet like “Hehehe you don’t know it yet, but that is the love of your life. Yes, yes, there’s a big scary monster but what about the slow-burn romance?”

And I always found it so annoying in the books when Aphrodite would show up and only be interested in the romantic dynamics between the characters and otherwise be kinda useless. But now??? I’m totally on the same page with her. Cuz I know they’re going to fight a million monsters and win, and at the end of the day one fight looks just like the next. But they only fall in love ONCE and it’s AMAZING.

Like damn. Apologies the goddess Aphrodite. I suddenly get it.

[share-the-damn-bed]

You think I don't want to see you? I know you don't.

[yardsards]

do people who have listened to taz balance but not graduation Know that it was HEAVILY IMPLIED that lup and barry eventually adopted a lil sorcerer child who got disowned by his family for his natural necromancy magic, and they taught him how to use his powers for good and were overall great parents that he looks back on fondly

(and said child grew up to be a dimension-hopping lich, caretaker of the dead, and very sweet adoptive father of a major npc)

[tubbytarchia]

Just saw this Jimmy skin for the first time from back when he could still experience joy and whimsy and uh yeah I can't blame anyone for having any parental instincts towards him (looks at myself and my moots and Doc)

[varpusvaras]

Fox was having a very normal day.

It was lunchtime and he had an extra hour before he needed to get to a meeting with his next client, so it meant that he could take a longer lunch break and actually properly sit down to eat. Maybe get some coffee. Which he did, actually, and he had even went to an actual coffee shop to get it and not just got a cup from the self-service line at the store. The air was warm, even if the sky was a bit overcast, which was also perfectly normal was this time of the year.

So, Fox was having a very normal day. A very normal day that was a pretty good day, on top of it.

He took the coffee to go, because the weather was quite nice, and he walked out of the coffee shop and crossed the street to the park avenue between the shopping center and the business center where his office was. He usually got to take a short walk around like this maybe once or twice a week, so this was perfectly normal.

So, just as a reminder, Fox was having a very normal day.

And then something collided with the back of his knees and sent him stumbling.

He tried to correct himself in order to prevent himself from falling on to his face, which ended up him swinging his upper body backwards, which, in turn, ended up with his hand, that was currently occupied with holding the coffee, to also swing back.

Which ended up him staying upright and with a warm, quickly spreading stain right at the front of his white shirt.

Something was still touching his legs, squeezing them rather tightly, and Fox twisted his head around and looked down, and what he saw was the top of the head of a toddler.

A toddler, that had latched themselves onto Fox's legs, and was hugging them with both of their arms like their life dependent on it.

Now, Fox liked kids. Most of the time. He had more patience for them than many other people he met on a daily basis, at the very least. Kids were just kids. They had been alive just for a couple of years and had no idea what was going on, which was a lot better of an excuse than anything all the shitty adults Fox had the displeasure of dealing with could ever come up with.

Still, Fox could not say that he was exceptionally good with kids. He tried to be nice to them, because, again, they had no idea what was going on, and, quite frankly, neither had Fox, at the moment.

First course of action.

"Hello?" He called, trying his best to ignore the feeling of the coffee spreading more and more onto his shirt.

The kid did lift their head up at his voice, and Fox found himself being stared at by a pair of very big brown eyes.

Very big and very brown, and they were staring at him like Fox was the best thing they had seen the whole day.

Fox found himself feeling a bit off-kilter, all of a sudden.

It was cute kid. Very cute. She was wearing a very nice and very expensive looking dress, that was currently being smushed against the back of Fox's pants, and she had a little hair clip keeping her bangs away from her eyes that were still glued on Fox.

It was...strange. Fox knew that he looked probably really weird, just staring back at this kid, his neck craned rather uncomfortably, but he just couldn't stop looking all of a sudden.

It was like the longer Fox looked at her, the more familiar she looked, and suddenly he just needed to know why.

The girl blinked, and her little mouth turned up into a wide, elated smile.

"Buir", she said, her little voice singing the word. Fox had no idea what it meant, but some part of his brain pinged the word as familiar as well.

Fox opened his mouth again, to say something, when he noticed something approaching them very quickly.

He lifted his eyes away from the girl, just to see a very tall man running towards them.

"Leia!" The man called. He came to a halting stop just behind Fox, and crouched down. "Why did you run off like that? You scared us-"

The girl - Leia - grabbed onto Fox's pants even harder at that point, and latched herself to his legs like she was trying to hide into them.

"Leia", the man said, a little exasperated, and he looked up at Fox. "I am very sorry, she does not usually do anything like this-"

Fox blinked.

"Oh", he managed to say. "It's okay. Kids. Are sometimes like that?"

He tried to tell himself that he was stumbling over his words because he was still reeling a bit from the strange feeling that had come over him, and not from the fact that the man who was crouching down behind him and was looking up right at his face was really handsome. Absolutely not.

The man was really handsome, though. Tall, with slightly tanned skin and chiseled jaw and dark hair and dark eyes with a couple of laugh lines around them. Fox had not thought that he was into slightly older men, in particular, but apparently he had thought wrong, since-

-the man looked really familiar, all of a sudden.

The strange feeling was very much back. Had Fox came across some celebrity that he just couldn't properly place? No, that didn't feel right, it was something entirely else, and Fox didn't know what it was.

He just knew that he had seen the man before. Somewhere.

Fox just didn't know where or when.

He blinked again and realised that the man was just looking at him, not saying a word.

Fox felt a little rude as he cleared his throat. He did not want to be rude to the man. He looked very kind and nice, and Fox knew him from somewhere and he needed to know where.

The man seemed to start a little, and he blinked a few times very rapidly as well.

"Yes, right", he said. "Sometimes they are like that. I've gotten to notice. Leia."

Leia didn't move to let go. Her little hands were still squeezing the fabric of Fox's pants tightly, her face pressed again against the back of Fox's legs.

"Having problems?" Fox raised his head to look towards the new voice.

A woman was walking up to them, her brow raised as she looked at Leia and the man crouched down. She looked at least slightly amused at the situation in front of her, with one corner of her mouth also quirked up. She stood out a little bit from the rest of the people around them, with her nice looking-long dress and the way her dark hair braided was braided to the top of her head like a crown. She looked almost royal, Fox's mind decided as he watched her walk towards them, with her rounded and youthful face and golden skin and midnight eyes.

Then she stepped close enough to them, and she looked up at Fox, and all of a sudden it was like she had walked into the same circle of the strange feeling as the rest of them. Her steps slowed and the amusement faded away from her as she now just looked.

Fox looked back. It didn't surprise him anymore that she looked familiar now, too, standing next to them, and it was like she thought the same. She kept looking, her eyes searching him carefully, like she was trying to place Fox's features to some other point in time of her life.

Fox didn't know where to look anymore, but he couldn't look away, either.

Then Leia moved, and Fox turned to look into her eyes again, which seemed to know exactly what they were looking at.

"Buir", she said, again, happy and certain.

Fox didn't know that to say.

His phone vibrated in his pocket then, and Fox very quickly remembered that he had a client waiting for him.

"I'm sorry", he managed to say without tripping over any syllables this time. "I need to-"

"Oh, no, I'm very sorry", the man said. He put his hands around Leia and started to pry her off of Fox. "Leia, you need to let go, okay?"

Leia dug her little fingers into the fabric and made a noise that very much said no without actually saying the word.

"Leia, now", the woman said. She looked at Fox again, and Fox guessed that he was twisted around enough for her to see the now giant stain on Fox's shirt, because her mouth twitched unhappily. "I am very sorry, Sir, I can pay for that shirt-"

"It's okay-" Fox's phone vibrated again, and he went to fish it out from his pocket. "I have another one in my office-"

"Still, I insist that I-" She paused to look at Leia again. "Leia, let go of the nice man."

"Buir!" Leia protested, and what Fox could now describe as the world's strongest case of déjà-vu returned once again, though this time with instructions, and said instructions were to placate.

"If you have a business card or anything like that, I could take it", he hurried to say. "So we can discuss this later."

"Oh, yes, I do, just a moment", the woman reached into her bag and with an almost practised movement pulled out a very fancy looking card. "Here. Once again, I am very sorry about all of this-"

"It's fine." Fox took the card. "Kids will be kids."

He looked down at Leia, and despite feeling a little stupid, he showed the card to her, like she would understand what it was. She was what, two? Two-year-olds didn't usually know what business cards even were, but Fox showed it to her anyway.

Leia looked at Fox, and then at the card, and then, very slowly, she let go.

The man took the opportunity and immediately scooped her up to his arms. He straightened up, and Fox was reminded of the fact that he was, in fact, very tall. Fox was pretty tall himself, and he still had to look slightly up.

The man was smiling now, maybe a bit flustered, but it was a very nice smile anyway.

"I apologise for this", he said. "She does not usually go around grabbing people."

"It's okay", Fox said, once again. His phone vibrated in his hand. "I will contact you later-"

He glanced down at the card in his other hand.

"Mrs. and Mr. Organa?"

The name felt familiar when Fox spoke it. Warm. Like he had said it before, more than once-

(He looked up at them. Leia was looking at him, like she knew him already. Like she had known him all this time.)

-a long time ago, somewhere far, far away.

[little-mouse-adventures]

@orangerosebush's post here, with my comment and @fowlblue's tags today got me thinking.

Artemis Senior has been teaching his son matters of business from a young age. Not only was Artemis, at 11 years old, discussing stocks with his father, but Fowl Senior had been imparting his wisdom onto his son for years by that point, discussing the ever-increasing value of gold with him before tucking him into bed. Even outside of pure monetary value, Sr. had tried to go legitimate with his business dealings, leading Artemis to have a few legal ventures of his own.

We also see very early on in the books that Artemis has been regularly using Butler as a resource for his plots: bouncing ideas off him was apparently a fairly common tactic when he was scheming.

Both Artemis Senior and Butler are interested in (or at least, not opposed to) educating Artemis on the ways of their lifestyle(s). It would be Artemis Senior who would have taught his son the value of banks and safety deposit boxes and hidden safes but it was Butler who was actively working with Artemis to rob those safety deposit boxes.

In the same vein of breaking-and-entering, TLC also gives us the fun little moment where Butler hands Artemis his own lockpicks, to get into the workings of the bomb.

With one line we learn that Artemis knows how to pick locks, but does not have his own set of lockpicks. Butler, on the other hand, has both the tools and knowledge how to use them. Partnered with a brief mention in TTP of some the specific trades of those previously employed by Artemis Senior (including such things as crime lords, insider traders, and cat burglars), we can extrapolate that Artemis Senior would generally hire someone to pick a lock for him, rather than do so himself.

It's pretty logical to conclude then that Artemis learned big-picture management from his father, and day-to-day skillsets from his bodyguard.

Essentially, Artemis Senior taught Artemis how to run a criminal empire. Butler taught Artemis how to be a criminal.

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Crazy issues that come up when a character is written a little too well

[minty-bunni]

AU where Halsin immediately figures out durge is a Bhaalspawn with a brain injury.

[tempestmothstorm]

Ok since Monika still has her admin powers in the side stories you think she could just discover them accidentally or use them without realizing

Anyways au where Monika and friends discover her admin powers but dont know about the wider context of what it means. So they just go around thinking Monika has magic and try practicing with a bunch of silly fun shenanigans because they figure it’s some chosen one bloodline stuff and not like. A product of their reality being a constricted digital science experiment.

This au will not end well

[akkivee]

i’d been procrastinating opening my last rhyme anima dvd box (i have too much stuff 😀) but i finally did and the artbook they included is actually pretty fire lmao

[hazbinbabbling4ever]

What is with people getting exposed as horrible human beings these past few weeks??? I swear wherever I turn a famous "untouchable" person turns out to be a complete and utter arse/a criminal. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad the truth is coming out and people are less afraid to speak up, but boy if 2016 was the "Celebrity Deaths" year, 2024 is shaping up to become the year of "Death of the author/youtuber/actor/showrunner".

[mouthstatickinard]

bonking you all with a cardboard tube. stop dooming over the clip. go do something nice for yourself rn and stop getting sad before we even know what happens next. this is mandatory btw, sorry i don’t make the rules

[gin-juice-tonic]

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[i-am-an-arson-enthusiast]

please for the love of everything, stop telling people they'll be ok. some of us have very real specific reasons to know we won't be. y'all can't even mask for a pandemic that never ended. some us needed others to survive and you haven't shown up for years. now that some of you are finally as scared as you should've been all along i don't doubt for a second people are gonna prioritize themselves. posts like this help people who were always gonna be ok but those of us who won't having to see that shit rn is just beyond

anon if you don’t wanna be comforted then fine that’s not my problem tbh. i know some people are in really dangerous situations but that doesn’t give anyone the right to force everyone to be pessimistic with them. also long term, everyone will be fine. after four years, trump won’t be able to run again. you act like it’s guaranteed that you’ll die but to me it’s no where near that. you do not have the right to ask me or anyone to be pessimistic just bc you feel like you have to be. please do ur mental state a favor and realize this isn’t the end of the world or your life.