#Don't worry he likes em

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Was talking about silly stuff with a friend on Discord and mentioned that Talaney has two sets of beauty marks. The two on her cheeks, [and one on her chin I suppose] and two matching ones on her buttcheeks. She's super embarrassed by them cause her panties and swimsuits don't cover them AT ALL and Billy just loves teasing her about them.

[secondbeatsongs]

it's so funny trying to talk to people about Speed Racer (2008), because it's like...what if there was a guy who drove a car so well that he defeated capitalism

[vaguely-concerned]

in his and davrin's banters, lucanis exhibits a certain little shit energy I don't think we see him have with anyone else other than illario and honestly I am living for this

[quirkle2]

suncaster warriors :)

[please don't tag as LU] ; character info under the cut

goes by wars and captain

24, 5'7"

he/him

demifluix and ace

kind and caring and silly (so silly)

heart of gold

a bit of a workaholic

has to have 1 hug every day or he will Die

in a qpr with legend <3

fights with a sword and shield

excellent leader, excels in fighting against crowds

FAST

banned from his era

dark world form is a silver ferret

[jestiamy]

welcome back to my biannual danny phantom posting

[seithr]

not to be sillybrained over what I actually consider a bit of an emotional event i'm going thru rn but. i'm packing up my collection of dragon figures while moving, wrapping em all nice up in bubblewrap so they're safe and won't break in transit—and im realizing a not insignificant amount of these are dragons that have saddles on them.

...empty saddles because i threw out or stuffed the rider in a drawer. why would a dragon need a rider. it not a GUY shelf its a DRAGON shelf. Even as a kid i thought they were boring having some guy on their backs. so much cooler when they're on their own

and well. i had that silly guy thought. About laios touden,

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Baek Eunjae

"Science can explain fuck-all about bees and their fat bodies and their tiny wings, but we're definitely equipped for space-travel, sure, why not, sounds logical."

[sn0wbat]

If you don’t mind, I saw the comic about vampire hair and it made me wonder what would Einarr look like with a beard?

the context

he'd rather not dwell on it too much

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

eyyyyyyyy guess who wrote almost 4k words today

[discoreptile]

Wee ha

[tvrningout-a]

lotsa spoilers for a.tsv below! i'm here to ramble a lil more about mr. o'hara bc i love he <3

rewatching a.tsv and realizing!! that miguel tells miles that he blew another hole in the multiverse, which means more random villains and spider people and who knows who else ending up in random dimensions, which means miles ( and spot, really ) just kinda undid a bunch of miguel and the other spiders' hard work. so it isn't just the fact that miles is in spidersociety when he isn't supposed to be, it isn't just that miguel now has to explain to miles why he can't go messing with the canon despite realizing his dad is gonna die -- miguel is already worked up by the time miles brings him that empanada bc there are more dimensions already in danger from miles' run in with spot.

i'm not justifying miguel's reaction bc yeah!! dude shouldn't be slamming a kid against a train. but i also think people are quick to hate on him and forget that he's not this big bad villain trying to hurt miles. he tries to calmly explain that the canon has to happen bc otherwise, entire worlds could be destroyed. he tries to avoid conflict and go the rational route first. he only overreacts when it's clear that miles isn't gonna listen ( and you can't blame him ); he only overreacts when he believes miles is going to put not just one world but all of the multiverse at risk for one person.

i dunno if it's really the proper term?? so forgive me if i'm misusing it, but i view it as miles triggering miguel bc like miles says/jokes at the beginning of the movie, " men his age tend to repress a lot. " when the kid doesn't respond well to reason, makes a run for it, argues in favor of trying to save his dad, all miguel can think about is his daughter and the world he destroyed all bc he didn't want to let her grow up without a dad. all bc he was selfish. it's all he can think about, he's seeing himself in miles, and miguel is so angry at himself. so he takes that out on miles.

once again, to be clear!! we're not justifying it, but we're dissecting it. bc miguel is our antagonist for a chunk of the film, but he's not a bad person. he doesn't want things to be this way. but it's the only way he knows he can keep everyone safe.

[moo-savr]

🎣!!

[kkpwnall]

shuffle song for any spicy six couple🤠

hey howdy!! anything for my em&merson of all time!!

ooo this one’s from my on repeat and for good reason. it is, in my humble opinion, the ultimate comp-het nancy wheeler song.

and if we’re going spicy six it’s gotta be ronance. years of mutual pining all coming to a head the night before nancy’s wedding, when maid-of-honor robin finds nancy breaking down outside the rehearsal dinner, and they run away together.

i had a whole big long thing written in my notes about this... but then the worms got to me…..

it’s not spicy six but stick with me. what if: wheelingham runaway bride au

ace newshound nancy wheeler is stuck doing puff pieces for the society pages of the big city newspaper after a career ruining pausing incident. she went too far, pissed off the wrong people, and now she's relegated to "human interest" stories. well she's a human too and she's most certainly not interested in covering weddings of the rich and famous.

all she wants is to sink her teeth into some real investigative journalism and get her career back on track. she hears about this "runaway bride" who's left three men at the altar already, and would ya look at that, it's someone who lives in her podunk home town, someone she went to school with even.

she's got a pitch, she's got an in, and her editor is more than happy to get nancy out of his remaining hair for a while.

nancy has vague memories of chrissy cunningham, star cheerleader, queen of hawkins high herself. a real sweetheart who always had a huge crowd of friends. someone who had it all figured out, who had her whole life decided at 18. a straight line to a white picket fence and 2.5 kids. all she had to do was say "i do".

chrissy is already engaged to bachelor #4 before nancy comes to town. first there was jason, then derek, travis, and now steve. she's the laughing stock of her friends and family, but this one is going to stick, she's sure of it. they've been planning this wedding for months, and her fiance is well aware of her history. he's convinced that she just needs to visualize a positive outcome and keep her eye on the ball (him) when she's walking down the aisle. swing, and follow through.

and she loved each of these men, she loves men. but she can’t help but think there’s something missing in her life. she’s so sure about each and every one of them, right up until the very last minute. every time she walks down the aisle, all she can see is a door that’s closing forever, and she never got to even look through it.

when chrissy meets nancy wheeler again, almost a decade out of high school, and sees someone so confident, who's achieved all their dreams, and is living the life they always wanted, it terrifies her as much as it annoys and intrigues her.

nancy, who escaped their dead end town, who does what she wants when she wants, and doesn't let anyone tell her she can't. nancy, who's so comfortable with herself... and who she loves.

who has a reputation for being a frigid bitch, but it's just that she knows what she wants and won't let anyone else's expectations of who she is and how she should behave stop her.

they bicker from the minute nancy comes back to town, and chrissy eventually agrees to be the subject of nancy's story to finally set the record straight once and for all. the sooner she's done with her story, the sooner nancy wheeler and all the confusing feelings she brought with her can get out of chrissy's life once and for all. lock the door and throw away the key.

but as nancy gets to know chrissy better, she realizes she's not the ditzy heartbreaker nancy and everyone else thought she was. she sees someone... good and caring, and with so much love to give. how does it always go so wrong right at the finish line?

nancy sees someone who actually doesn't have it all figured out. who in fact never wanted the plan that was set out before her. someone who's just as desperate to escape it as nancy was herself. if only she'd realize she's been holding the key to her own freedom all along.

and chrissy comes to realize that nancy doesn't have it all figured out either. she's determined and driven, and her blind pursuit of the truth at all costs has lost her more than it's won. friends, relationships, even her career.

as they get to know each other better, they realize just what a mess they are... and start to fall in love with all those messy pieces.

it's the night before the wedding when it all comes to a head, when nancy challenges chrissy about all the questions she didn't let herself think about, and chrissy argues with nancy about all the ways she's making her life harder for herself. wouldn't it all be easier just to go along with the plan? to not have to think about it? it can't be that bad, can it?

the argument ends with a fiery kiss, and nancy walking out the door, leaving a stunned chrissy in her wake.

it's their wedding day, and chrissy is more determined than ever to make this one stick. she's going to do it, she's going to go through with it. steve loves her and she loves him.

but she runs. of course she runs. what else can she do when she has nancy's words ringing in her ears and her kiss lingering on her lips?

chrissy runs, and nancy follows. yada yada yada big love confession with chrissy still in her wedding dress.

they don't get married right away. hell they don't get together right away. chrissy's never even lived on her own before. so they take it glacially slow while chrissy takes classes at the city college and moves out of her parent's house and into a small apartment just down the street from nancy's, temping at every different kind of job she can find until she figures out exactly what she wants to do.

and along the way, she figures out who she is too, the kind of person she wants to be when she's not trying to fit herself into the mold of who someone else wants her to be.

eventually, chrissy proposes to nancy. and when they do get married, neither one of them walks down the aisle. they walk towards each other and meet at the altar.

[aroace-rizgukgak]

As an autistic guy I appreciate Jammer (and by extension all of Evan's friends). I appreciate that he can look at the weirdest guy he's ever met who's never had a friend in his life and be like "Don't even worry about it, that's my guy Evan. He's just chilling" while Evan is staring unblinking at a wall. I love to imagine a world where even the Dark Lord can have people who are like "That's my Bro. He gets possessed by demons sometimes and accidentally summons blood and/or shadow monsters. But it's chill, we fight 'em and then they go away *shrugs*."

[the545]

i must not text the ex. texting the ex is the mind-killer. texting the ex is the little-death that brings total obliteration--

[ceilidho]

reader's car breaking down on the side of the road somewhere out in swampland, like deep south. no one around for miles because you'd been driving down a deserted road for some reason (to avoid traffic? or maybe because you missed a turn some ways back and got sent down some winding road that you thought your GPS would self-correct but it never did).

and now your tire is blown and you don't have a spare, and your phone signal is completely nonexistent, so you're forced to walk back the way you came to try to get some help (even just to get a weak signal on your phone to call for roadside assistance). but you're terrified because you're walking down a strange road alone in the dead of night, worried not only about running into someone with ill intentions but also any swamp creatures, like the alligators and feral pigs that call the bayou home.

but it isn't long until you see something flicker in between the trees from deep in the woods; light from someone's house. so against your better judgement (only because you've been walking for close to an hour and you still don't have any signal on your phone), you walk towards the light, wincing when your shoes sink into the damp soil. knocking on the door to the waterside cabin when you finally make it through the trees and undergrowth, swatting viciously at the mosquitoes buzzing around you and still uncertain as to whether you should've just kept walking down the road instead of seeking out help from a local.

Ghost looking up at the sound of someone knocking on his door, his whittling hand going still. he never gets visitors these days. it's one of the reasons he moved out here in the first place. he brings the whittling knife with him to the door though, annoyance tasting a lot like bloodlust.

he's pleasantly surprised when he opens the door to find a tasty looking snack on his porch, sweat stains under her arms and hair dishevelled from hiking through the woods. he hasn't come across a pretty thing like you in years, not nestled deep in the woods as he is. he rarely comes across anyone out here. hasn't slacked his thirst or sharpened his teeth on a tender throat in so many moons that he'd forgotten the sharpness of his urges. and here you are, a pretty little kitty all turned around, looking to him for help; all soft and worn down by stress and anxiety, overdue for a good scrub, a rough fuck, and a warm bed.

when he lets you in, he makes sure to lock the door behind him. it's not safe letting kitties out around here; if the gators don't get 'em, the snakes will.