#EVEN THE THEME SONG

[garuye]

JOJO stone OCEAN aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[yujateaandpi]

My mom walked in on me trying on the wizard hat I’m making then sent me this and said “this is you.”

Everyone, go home. Peak character design already happened and it’s this guy in a niche Korean cartoon from the 70s.

His name is Windy Boy. He’s a fairy. He answers children’s wishes but he’s really bad at it. And that’s the entire show.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

ROSEMARY QUOTES POETRY TO LAURA IN THE VERY. FIRST. EPISODE.

she add-hocks a RUDOLPH plushie out of a donkey, some pipe cleaners, and a red grape to cheer Laura up when it's not even christmas

they have such a happily married / in cahoots together rapport. constantly struggling and taking odd garden jobs and they're just so happy grubbing in the dirt together- they take care of a BABY in one episode

(please leave your sanity at the door when it comes to the child care practices shown this is not a serious show)

there's a through line in the show about Laura rediscovering life after her husband leaves her, reconnecting with her kids, slowly realizing how much she doesn't miss about being married actually, and you can read it in a lot of ways but oh.

she literally ran off with a strange woman after knowing her a couple of days and seeing Rosemary roar and PUNCH a dude so hard he fell over. Laura was so giddy after watching that oh my godddddd

and by the way, rosemary isn't the step mom to Laura's kids she's the other mom who stepped up. The daughter realizes her dad was lying to her about why the marriage failed, reconnects with Laura, and then has Laura and Rosemary stay over at her place in one episode- with the three of them chilling out so cozily. In another episode one guy was about to shoot Laura's adult son, and Rosemary ran the guy down on a motor scooter....

i am gripping your face very gently and telling you these middle aged gardening ladies mean everything to me

also the short fic Parsley, Sage, and So On and So Forth by ijemanja on AO3 is so soft and so them and i love it so so much

So I've been watching this show called Rosemary & Thyme about two middle aged women who work as professional gardeners/solve crime and I swear. It's so early 2000s down to the ...whatever the f/f version of bromance is.

I mean they u-haul it from the jump! They know each other all of 48 hours (ish? Not sure) and decide to go into business together despite having just met.

There's a lot of exposition done in bedrooms that conveniently always have double beds like it's 1940 & we can't possibly show a couple in the same bed, it would /imply/ things.

There's an episode with a shitty homophobic cop who implies they're an item and both women get angry with him in turn but never actually deny anything.

Both women get hit on/asked out by different men (& it's kind of gratifying to see two women in their mid 50s still getting attention like that) but in the end, they always turn down the would-be suitor for a life of traveling around in an ancient Range Rover, digging up weeds with one another instead.

(also love that Pam Ferris who played the butchest butch to ever butch aka Miss Trunchbull is the femme in the relationship)

It's extremely silly and the plots aren't all that great but it's fun to watch a detective show that features two women who are obviously a couple.

[waterghostype]

call me lucky ‘cause in the end

im a six and she’s a ten

she’s so fit, i’m insecure

but she keeps coming back for more

(repost, had to fix smthn)

[stealingpotatoes]

I dreamt that Cal was on a planet that rained ponchos. He was crushed under the weight of them, but I guess he died happy.

i had a dream yesterday that cal and the mantis crew met inquisical and i’ve never been more pissed off at my alarm in my life

[araneapeixes]

a break in usual programming bc i was having a gender moment about the video for LUNCH lol

[autisticandroids]

FAMINE: That's one deep, dark nothing you've got there, Dean.

[youtube with closed captions]

dean and his father. dean and his family. dean and how bad it is.

(via @closetoyou1970)

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[tampire]

X

[nobody-nexus]

TADC AU Theme Songs! Cause Why Not?

I'll be saying the AU, sending the link, and @ing the person who owns the AU as well as gives my reasonings for the theme song. I just think giving some love to AUs would be cool!

Carnival AU - Belonging to @sm-baby - Puppets Never Die Why?: Honestly it's about two people working together to leave a harmful situation and everyone's trying to stop them- it's legit THE plot of this AU. That, plus the voices fit the characters

Freakshow AU - Belonging to @hootbon - Freak Show (PI3RCE) Why?: I legit was listening to this at a grocery store and I was just thinking about this AU listening to it. Aside from the name, it feels like it's trying to lure Freakshow!Pomni into a false sense of security

Horror Circus AU - Belonging to @thc-au - HEAVEN SAYS (MM) Why?: It has the energy of THC!Pomni taunting Caine alongside the other horror circus cast and I adore every moment of that energy. She HAS that mocking energy of "Lmao try to beat us YA CAN'T"

Circus of Hell AU - Belonging to @circus-of-hell - Uh Oh! Why?: It's about making mistakes and calling out being a liar, and although I dunno a LOT about the AU cause I didn't make it, I do know that this seems to be the vibes from this AU so yeah why not?

Corruption AU - Belonging to @rabid-mercenary15 - Sleepwalk Why?: The part of this song that goes 'then it becomes a problem' for some reason gives off SUCH 'the others corrupting' vibes, also it's almost like this is a way to narrate Zooble and Pomni surviving

Ragamaster AU - Belonging to @milezperprower - Happy Face Why?: From the information that I know, this song is fucking PERFECT- specifically for Ragatha in this AU herself. Smile through the pain while being a bitchy girlboss as they say <333

Terrible Circus AU - Belonging to @obamerzslop - Shit Why?: Although it's more of a comedic option, I feel like this song literally just fits the entire vibe of the AU- as if "POV you're in the terrible circus and you hate it here" kind of song- thus why it's here

That's all that ones I thought of! If I think of more, I shall update this! For now, have a nice day! And for those who own the AUs I mentioned, I REALLY HOPE I got the vibes down cause honestly I've been wanting to do this for a while and uhhhh yeah sorry for bothering you with this it's been in my head for days now and I wanted to get it out and into the world

Have a lovely day folks ^^

[villain-byteniwoha]

Tattoo artist Boothill x Florist Argenti, Modern/No Powers AU, Slice of Life, Romantic Comedy feat. Blooms for Idrila, G. Rangers Ink., The Astral Express Café, and many more!

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[respectthepetty]

Episode five and six of Cosmetic Playlover showed me that Sahashi, no TOMA, has always been a Black Brooder because the world has been cruel to him.

And even now, he is looking sad in all the nicest places as he sits in a Parisian café with no service and broken heart.

But, of course, even Heavenly Human Mamiya is sad because he keeps sending message.

Yet gets no reply.

So I liked that both boys were slightly out of their color (and element) this episode when we saw them with Harukawa.

Yet when the service kicked back in and so did the messages, Toma was in grey and Mamiya was in his usual cream/white with black lines.

As if they were ready to mix their colors (and lives) together.

Yet they were back in their element (and color) the day after as they settled into their new norm.

(Even though Mamiya had to put on the same clothes so he could do the walk of shame an adult who slept with his boyfriend and spent the night which is perfectly normal and should not be shamed!)

But my favorite part of these two episodes is when they moved in together because it's clear Toma is still holding onto secrets about his past (as Black Brooders do) like stating he doesn't know if he has siblings and commenting how he has always been territorial in a way over his stuff.

But I fully expect to see Mamiya's white and cream clothing filling up the right side of the closet before this series is over.

Because these two do balance each other out.

And are very happy together.

So it wasn't surprising that we saw Mamiya had one grey shirt when he moved it.

Because he immediately wore it coming home to his boyfriend the next day after confessing to Harukawa that they were dating as a small way to show they are blending their lives (and colors) together.

And both of them have started wearing bits of each others' color on them.

So regardless of what this Black Brooder does (it's always another Black Brooder in this show just popping up to stir up trouble!)

The boys will be fine because Mamiya has to still put his white and cream colored clothing on the right side of Toma's closet.

And because color-coded boys in love get happy endings.

Or else.

[seeminglyseph]

Apollo's entire vibe in God Games feels like "Dad Said I Had to Be Here" and I feel like that's so Golden Child of him

[wildechildwrites]

Looney Tunes

König/reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: N/A

No use of Y/N

Summary: You keep running into König in the elevator at your apartment building. He'd be incredibly intimidating, but he kind of reminds you of a cartoon character.

A/N: König is so serious with all his war crimes and intensity, and you are... not serious

AO3 Link: Looney Tunes

The man who steps on the elevator is giant, bigger than anyone you've ever seen in real life, and you can't help looking up at him, craning your neck. He's wearing a sweatshirt, the hood up and cloaking most of his face, disguising his eyes, but you see his nose point down at you, and you know he’s staring back at you.

"How tall are you?" You ask, before cringing at your own social awkwardness. It's silent for a moment, and you wonder if he heard you at all. The elevator dings for your floor and as you step off, a quiet, accented voice calls out.

“Two hundred centimeters.”

You whip your phone out, googling the conversion almost immediately as the doors shut behind you. He’s huge, with shoulders so widely set it's almost comical. You marvel at it briefly, then he slips your mind.

The next time you see the man, he’s got his hood off, his long hair pulled back into a bun. He’s older than you’d thought he’d be, strands of gray catching the light, standing out against the auburn. You step into the elevator with a greeting he doesn’t acknowledge. You both stand in silence, listening to the quiet ding as you pass the floors.

You've developed a quiet rhythm with the elevator man, leaving in the mornings at the same time, your greetings always met by a silence that should probably deter you but doesn't. You're staring at his reflection in the elevator doors, noting the way he seems to slightly slouch into himself, when your unbidden thoughts cause you to giggle. His eyes shoot up instantly to meet yours.

“You remind me of the looney tunes monster,” you blurt suddenly, the aimless rambling of your inner monologue spilling out before you can stop yourself. The man beside you stiffens, before turning his body fully to look down at you. You try not to cower, unable to meet his eye.

“The… um… the orange one? Have you ever seen looney tunes?” you push on moronically. He’s glaring down at you, and you wonder if getting murdered in an elevator is really the way to go.

“What is ‘looney’ tunes?” He finally asks, his voice low and hoarse, as if he's not used to speaking.

"It's a children's show… there's a bunch of little characters and they have their own personalities…" You know your face is bright red, and you thank whatever deity is involved when the elevator chimes and you can step off, too embarrassed to say goodbye.

You consider taking the stairs when you see him again the next day. You give a quiet greeting that he doesn't acknowledge, so you hope you're forgiven for yesterday. You're scrolling through your phone when he speaks, startling you.

"You are der hase?" He asks.

"What?" You respond, looking up with wide eyes, off guard.

He huffs, looking at the ceiling.

"The— rabbit. That is you?"

You scrunch your nose in momentary confusion, then the realization hits you.

"Oh. Bugs Bunny, you mean?" You laugh. "I guess I could be him."

You two stand in silence for the rest of the elevator ride.

You forgot you could be this drunk, staring at the elevator buttons in a daze. You couldn’t quite remember which one you were supposed to press, only knew for sure this was your building because your friend had put your address into the uber. You don’t even hear the footsteps behind you, the irritated sigh as König watches you sway slightly. It’s only when he reaches around you, pressing the up button, that you startle.

“Jesus Christ!” you say, jumping back. An impossibly large hand grabs your arm, steading you. You tilt your head back, and the elevator man is towering over you. He’s in army fatigues, and as your inebriated mind processes that information, the door to the elevator chimes open.

He doesn’t wait for you to move, just picks you up like you weigh nothing before stepping inside. You blink upwards at him in a daze, and he glares down at you. He’s chastising you in his low voice, and it takes you a moment to realize the reason you can’t understand him is because he’s not speaking English.

“You can let me down now,” you interrupt, your voice quiet and slightly slurred. He somehow manages to look even more pissed, staring down at you, incensed, and you’re sorry for saying anything. He fumbles in his other language before finding the words.

“You can— You can not stand.” He says with finality. You relax against him, lapsing into familiar silence as the elevator shoots upwards. This close to him, you can hear his heart beating, and you wonder why it's thumping so fast.

He carries you to your door, and you're too distracted to think about how he knows which apartment is yours. He sets you down, plucking the keys out of your hand with ease when you fumble with them, watching as you sway slightly.

"I keep thinking about the cartoon." He says suddenly, abandoning the key in the lock. He’s leaning over you, shadowing you in the small doorway as you look up at him, your expression confused. His face holds a neutral expression, but his eyes seem to glint in an odd way.

“The monster, he wants to eat the rabbit.” He states, taking a step towards you, crowding you against your door. The wood is cool against your back, and you’re blinking up at him through your drunken haze, trying to figure out what he’s talking about.

"Looney Tunes?" You finally respond, remembering your last conversation. He nods and reaches out one large hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart skips, and you wonder if he can hear it as he drags his fingertips along your jaw, cupping your chin softly.

“Does the rabbit want to be eaten?” He asks, his head cocked. His eyes are like molten steel, his voice so soft and deep it’s practically a purr. It feels like the oxygen has been sucked out of the hallway, leaving you lightheaded.

“Oh,” you breathe, your lips parting softly, what little mental clarity you had abandoning you. There’s a scar that runs up from the man’s chin, stopping just below his bottom lip, and you’re staring at the scar, staring at his mouth, when he bends down, guiding your chin up as you raise yourself unsteadily on your tiptoes.

His lips are warm, scorching against yours, and you open your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss, whimpering when he presses his hard body against yours. His hand slides into your hair, his palm curling around the back of your neck, holding you steady. You shudder at the contact, and he breaks the kiss, pulling away, leaving you dazed and breathless. Everything is spinning, and you can’t tell if it’s because of the alcohol still coursing through your veins, or the fact that he’s still leaning over you, caging you in.

His pupils are blown wide, and you watch his chest rise and fall. He’s monstrous like this, a man at the brink of self control, his hands trembling at the effort to not touch you. He pushes away, creating distance, and you stare at him, stunned and confused. He’s muttering to himself again, and it finally cuts through your stupid, intoxicated brain that he’s speaking German.

He’s looking at you like he’d like to devour you. Instead he breathes, slow and deep, and takes another step back from you.

“Have a good night, häschen” He says, and then he turns, heading towards the elevator, away from you.

Part Two

[cochineal-leviat]

This is a love letter to the first Mystery Dungeon games, as Red Rescue Team came out on the Nintendo Switch online service for Game Boy Advance last month. I've had a lot of fun replaying this game's Game Boy Advance version, so if you can, I seriously recommend playing it. The remake on the switch of this game isn't bad; it added a lot of stuff for the better (The cute inventory art is something I wish was in the earlier PMD games), But it cannot beat the original games.

This time, I practised making smoother transitions and title cards! The latter took much time to implement (video editing is no joke). I did my best to make the title cards look like the in-game text boxes.

Here is the finished piece: