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[frogayyyy]

they went from "when i feel friendship for you, i feel ashamed" to their souls reuniting in death holding hands watching the sunset

[pretty-o-little-o-rose]

...

See, now I'm imagining how he'd fuck you nice and senseless in bed, get you to have a couple orgasms, and then he'd just. He'd stop. Pull out and adjust your now crooked glasses, brush his thumb over your cheek and stick it between your lips so you can suck while he pushes back in and goes again. Bonus points if he wraps his hand around your throat to watch you go all doe eyed and your lips part into that pretty 'o' shape he loves while he calls you a good girl.

simon riley loves you in glasses a little too much.

he just thinks you're so pretty, frames sitting a little low on your nose as you go about your daily tasks, occasionally pushing them back up the bridge of your nose as you work.

sometimes a little huff of frustration leaves your lips at the repeated action, a little agitated they won't stay up, and simon loves it. watching you move about your house, or work at your little desk, fingers tapping away at the keys of your computer.

he frowns whenever you wear contact lenses, how is he gonna see his pretty girl in her glasses if you insist on wearing contacts? he hates when you say you have to wear them in public, he just doesn't understand. they look good on you at home, wear them everywhere, pretty girl.

he loves it when you have to tilt your head back further than you normally would when the frames slip down your skin a little too much, making him gently move it back into place. his heart flutters at the sweet smile you flash him.

he doesn't understand why you hate your glasses so much, they help you see and they look damn good on you. he also doesn't understand why you hate him when he shoots thick ropes of white, pearly cum from his aching cock all onto the lenses, purposely missing your tongue stuck out from between your lips. dripping down the frames and off onto your thighs as you kneel beneath him.

you frown, whining as you glared up at him through the obstructed view, cloudy cum coating and impairing your vision. he merely chuckles, knowing you hate it, but he can't help himself, dragging the tip of his leaking cock across the cool glass just to tease you.

[radiance1]

"Mom, Dad. I have something to tell you."

Danny said, twin rings going up and down his body respectively as he went ghost. Then back as he turned back to Danny.

"Tada..?" He said, shaking his hands after he was finished.

Jack and Maddie sat silent on the other side of the table, eyes wide as they just... Stared at him. His mom's hands were over her mouth, while his dad's mouth just hung open.

Jack pushed himself away from the table, getting up and walking out of the room.

"Honey!" Maddie said, turning to look in his direction. She briefly glanced between Danny and the doorway, before getting up herself and following after Jack.

Danny looked down, placing his hands down on the table and interlocking them as an uneasy smile graced his face.

'Fuck.' He thought. 'I should've done this when Jazz was here.'

Now, Danny isn't scared of his parents per se. Having escaped from them multiple times up until this very moment, and having fought and won over ghosts that embodied concepts toughened him up considerably.

But, just because he isn't scared doesn't mean he isn't uneasy.

He really should have waited for Jazz-

"Danny," His mother's voice broke him out of his thoughts as she walked back into the room and took her seat. She rubbed a hand against her temple, looking down at the table. "Your father... Needs a moment. Just to collect his thoughts, alright?"

"Uh, yea I understand." Danny pulled his hands back and down into his lap.

Maddie gave the movement a brief glance, but chose not to comment.

"Listen, this..." Maddie released a breath, placing her hands down on the table and interlocking her fingers. "Is news that neither of us ever expected, and frankly it is hard to believe that you aren't just a ghost who took the body of my son-"

Danny's breath hitched.

"-But I want, no." Her eyes hardened, forcibly releasing the tension from her shoulders. "I need to give you a chance. This, a chance. Before I do something I might regret." There was something in her eyes that Danny couldn't recognize, and he fought to keep looking into her eyes.

"Th-That's good." He said, bringing a hand up to rub against the back of his neck. "Yea. Good. Good." He couldn't help but look down, digging his fingers into his thigh.

Fuck. Why was he trembling?

He's had way, way worse than this. Survived way worse than this. It's just his parents. Just his regular old, maybe a bit hyper fixated and ghost hating parents that threatened to dissect him on various occasions and tried to do the same to other ghosts-

Danny dug his fingers a bit deeper, forcibly exhaling.

Just. His parents.

"How long." His head snapped back up to Maddie as she spoke, it didn't seem to be a question. Something she seemed to realize as she softened slightly. "How long, have you been a ghost?" She asked, quietly, softly.

There was something there that Danny, despite everything, couldn't identify.

"Since," He started, before swallowing when his mouth felt dry all of a sudden. "Since you guys. Um. Built the portal." His fingers dug into his neck, and he felt something wet under his nails and a stinging on his neck before he pulled away and put it into his lap. "And, you know. Thought it didn't work."

Maddie's breath hitched, and her eyes screwed shut. Interlocked hands tightening on the table as her lip quivered.

"I..." She began, slowly. Voice trembling before she smoothed it back out, trying to restore some semblance of calm. "I see." She exhaled, slowly. Still keeping her eyes closed.

It... Hurt. To see her like this. To see his mother so shaken up.

He shouldn't have told them.

But it seemed to be going well.

Was it even worth it?

He hopes it keeps going well.

He should have just kept it a secret.

"The portal." She finally began again when her hands stopped shaking. "It opened on you, didn't it? And then you-" She paused, trying to get the words out. "You died. Didn't you?"

Danny nodded, before remembering that her eyes were still closed. "Y-eA." He said, voice breaking at the end.

He was glad her eyes were closed, just because she couldn't see the embarrassment on his face.

"I was hoping you would say no." Maddie said, reopening her eyes and looking down at her hands. "I so, so desperately want to believe this to be some trick by Phantom or- well, you. I want this to be a prank, or some nightmare, and to just wake up and know that you're still alive-"

"Well, I am." Danny shrugged, eyes darting towards a nearby wall. "Technically, half and half, y'know?" He said, making a so-so gesture.

"Are you?" She asked, eyes narrowing slightly as she looked up at him. "That would explain why you don't look like a ghost, but-"

She paused, eyes widening.

Okay, now this Danny could recognize.

Recognition and horror.

"Oh... Oh God." She looked back down hands breaking apart as one covered her mouth. She shook in her seat, hunching in on herself. "We-We chased you. Shot at you and said we would rip you apart." Her eyes grew wet, tears slipping down her cheeks. "We wanted to dissect you and said it in front of your face."

"Well, technically it would be a vivisection-"

Maddie closed her eyes, a sob ripping from her throat.

Danny shut his mouth.

Danny watched as his mother cried on the opposite side of the table. At this moment, for some reason, she looked so far from him. Like he could reach out, climb over the table, and still not reach her. Like there was some great, unfathomable distance, between them.

He looked down at the table, at his hands. One of them, the one he dug into his thigh, felt wet. He pulled away his hand, and saw... Well, blood.

Weird.

He didn't feel anything.

"I'm sorry." His mother sobbed, and for some reason her voice seemed so quiet even as he looked up at her. He could see her, yet why did she seem so far away? "I'm so, so sorry." She said.

And Danny...

Danny didn't know what to do.

[boringa55binch]

did a bit of coloring

[a2zillustration]

My turn!

I've been wanting to draw an interaction between Croissant and @bareee's tav Mark for a while.

🥐 Croissant Adventures Masterpost 🥐

[manebioniclegali]

The ballroom scene in Beauty And The Beast (released in 1991) was assisted with CGI, similar to the Big Ben scene, and I believe in the Lion King as well there was something, so saying 1996 is the next time isn't accurate. I swear that Aladdin (released in 1992) had something, also, but that I'm less sure on. The ballroom scene always impressed me to find out had computer-generated elements, so to not include it here is a crying shame.

There are instances where CGI ages gracefully, and I think the best examples are stylized 2D animation from the 2000’s or so.

Go rewatch Invader Zim. The show still looks shockingly good for being 20 years old, and none of the CGI looks dated, because it’s stylized to fit the look of the show.

Disney’s Atlantis

Lilo & Stitch

The Iron Giant

This is less a defense of CGI and more a defense of bringing back computer-assisted 2D animation.

[mightierthanthecanon]

It is over. You could never stand against me alone. And you are alone now, truly. You have lost! Everyone! Everything! It is over!

[perfectlysunny02]

Tim said “I hate all of you, ain’t no one eating. Yall don’t get bucktommy or buddie” and idk how to feel about that💀

[gingersnapwolves]

great news! my labs say that something is definitely wrong with me!

[str3ss-b3rry]

I LOVE PEOPLE WHO DONT SEXUALISE THE LIVING HELL OUTTA THEM LIKE EVERY NONEXISTENT BREATH THEY TAKE IS WORTH SEX APPEAL

THEYRE JUST SILLY LIL GUYS

Uhh doodle

[angelpuns]

I worry that people are mad at me so often and the unfortunate part about that is even if I haven't done anything to make them mad ( but what if smthn I did was misinterpreted?? How would I even know??) my brain will manage to convince me that not only are they mad at me but I MUST have done SOMETHING.

Which wouldn't be as convincing without the fact that I HAVE had a couple of instances where I have totally blacked out for a second and done something. I mean I was a kid but what if amiright?

[ciderjacks]

watching other physically disabled ppl refuse to listen to doctors at all is so frustrating

[trickygreyarea]

Been thinking how interesting the intersection is between Madney revisiting the joy theme re: new baby at the same time Eddie is deciding to let himself feel and reach for things that bring him joy...

I very much believe the theory that Baby Buckley Han #2 will be named Joy. And now I'm thinking that the Madney baby arrival/naming scene is going to segue directly into Buddie canon in some way.

I'm not sure when the baby is due, but that seems like a season finale kind of moment. I don't want to have to wait for the finale for Buddie...but it does seem pretty perfect to have Madney making heart eyes at each other over their baby's head as they sigh "Joy" in unison, only for the next scene to be Buddie getting together.

And like I said, I don't want to wait that long. However, Oliver's comments about loving a slow burn and wanting the audience longing along with the characters make me think that is definitely the next stage on the horizon for Buddie. If true, that means some (potentially significant) number of episodes before they actually get together, so the timing could work.

(Not to panic anyone - I truly think they're getting there and it will be clear from the longing far in advance that they're getting there, even if the writing tries to make it suspenseful.)

I feel a lot of things when I'm with you.

[anotherpjofan]

I love how Percy is genuinely like wtf when Luke says Annabeth - who’s twelve - is head counsellor so he’s under the impression that annabeth is ridiculously powerful when in reality her older cabin mates just wanted to spend their time coming up with ways to hack the government instead of assigning cabin chores

[slugbug444]

It’s even funnier when you remember that Frazer being anti TwoJamie quite literally predates TwoJamie itself. This article is from the ‘60s

my favorite thing is when actors who are part of a popular fandom ship know about it and are very opposed to it to the point of borderline homophobia. notable examples include robert sean leonard (wilson, house md), frazer hines (jamie mccrimmon, classic doctor who), and of course the king himself william shatner (james kirk, star trek: the original series). to all of these men I have this to say: girl you did not have to look at him like that. you did this to yourself