#Gideon is a meanie

[chimchiri]

Little bonus from the Harrow + Glasses ask

Paranoid Harrow has successfully kept her dark secret of terrible eyesight from Griddle for years. Until she ran out of contacts (or simply forgot them) in the chaos of Canaan house. Gideon cannot unsee the googly eyes.

I couldn't get a version with her face paint on which I liked - forgive me !

[mando-din-lorian]

BOBA COME SAVE YOUR MAN

[griddlebutch]

good god this is wild. also to whomever this post is about, your partner has communicated something very important to them (i relate, having breakfast together is also important to me) so just put the phone down for a bit and be present with them. My partner and I read fanfic too, often at the same time in bed or on the couch, but when we are watching a favorite show or just feeling a little ignored - we tell each other this and immediately recognize the other's feelings and pay more attention. We have been together for a year and a half and this still happens at least once a week. There's no animosity towards this, it's literally just, "hey, can you put your phone down? This is one of my favorite shows and it means a lot to me that we watch it together" "Oop, sorry, i was just checking something." And boom all is well. It may seem like something small and insignificant, but life is just a compilation of small moments that actually mean everything

which one of yall is this post about

[aroace-mabel-pines]

meanies

(context for dipper's line: gideon is still the one with a crush on mabel in my interpretation of this au and dipper confronts him like in canon, albeit less politely)

[adacatlovelace]

Gandalf the grey and Gandolf the white and Monty Python and The Holy Grail's Black Knight and Benetito Mussolini and thr blue meanie and Cowboy Curtis and Jambi the genie and Robocop, terminator captain kirk and darth vader, Lo-Pan, superman, every single Power Ranger, Bill S. Preston and Theodor Logan, Spock, The Rock, Doc Ock and Hulk Hogan and Gwyn Lord of Sunlight and Nito First of the Dead and The Witch of Izalith and Seeth the Scaless who betrayed his own and HORAH LOUX CHIEFTAN OF THE BADLANDS THE EVER BRILLIANT GOLDMASK FIA THE DEATHBED COMPANION THE LOATHSOME DUNG EATER AND SIR GIDEON OFNIR THE ALL KNOWING all came out of nowhere lightning fast and they kicked Chuck Norris and his cowboy ass

[zappkisser-remade]

I want to hear how fuckhead one and two (Gideon and Zapp) feel about Sal :] Just go crazy, talk about their big butt or how mean they are and how bad you both wanna kiss them. Gush about them!!!

And Jack, I'd love to hear how you and Sal met, and why you ended up falling for them- I know that story has to be so nice and sweet, especially with how such a nice and loving guy like you fell in love with such a meanies, evil beast like them :3

“…” “…”

“Yeowch. Really just grouping us together like that-“

“I’m.. Both insulted and impressed? Fuckhead, that’s a new one. But a request’s a request. No matter how rude it may be..”

“I.. Guess kissing them is nice? Kind of cold, sure, but what else would you expect kissing a slug? But I gotta know: Are their wide hips just common knowledge here? Why else would you bring them up??”

“I think he knows them, dingbat. He’s trying to egg us on. And unfortunately we have to play along: Yes, they do have a temper. Yes, I’ve had to walk them out of the Chaos Theatre countless times due to it acting up. However, it serves as a good balance to my own- So there.”

“I’m truly sorry, should I wait to answer my portion of this? I wouldn’t want to intrude, seeing as these two are a little.. Chatty-“

“Floor’s yours, Skellington.”

“But I-“

“Let him talk, we have to ‘play nice’.”

“I suppose so. I think the best way to explain my meeting with Sal is that it simply happened! They showed up in town one day, not quite sure where they came from, but they got into the spirit of the holiday in no time at all!

Even then, they’re rather easily startled and prefer taking a back seat to the preparations, handling most of the treat aspect of the whole ordeal- It gave me a lot of time checking in on them and spending time together, and they’re good company!”

“… And you said we were chatty-“

“Be. Nice.”

[gummywyrmtrainer]

    The damage is done, and Tanis finished up her last PWT battle just moments earlier, against another dragon trainer, to boot! It was wild and thrilling alone just to be here, with so many powerful trainers in one place, but sadly, it wasn’t meant to be this go around.     Even so, there’s a soft smirk on Tanis’ lips, as she summons out a very disgruntled Progenitus away from everyone else, all five pairs of eyes practically glaring at her, clearly offended. With a laugh, she gestured for him to sit, so she’d have easier access to his necks. “Sorry, love, I know, I’m a meanie.” The staring continued. “I’m a big meanie.” The one with green eyes, Garruk, snorted out his own laugh. Gideon rolled his eyes as Tanis starting unclasping the horrible chain off of his neck. The last 3 heads kept up their “anger” at their trainer.     “Fiiiiine. I’m a big, WHOPPING meanie for putting these stupid chains on ya. Sorry, Progen.” Yeah, okay, they can agree on that. They were placated at that, craning down to nose at her, managing to make her life harder as the next chain comes off.     “We won’t use these next time, okay? We’ll rock that stadium and everyone in it top from bottom, and ya can go as apeshit as you’d like. Deal?” A crowd of nods responded to her, hackles raising on Progenitus’ necks, excited, already looking forward to the next time they can let loose their whole power in battle. Tanis had a right to keep the power limiting necklaces on, that is for sure. But maybe one for each head was a little much.     Ah well.     She knew where the next bar she had to reach was, and she’ll be fighting tooth and claw to get there.

[yamineftis]

The fact that the season was so uninterested in Mandalore is so baffling to me, especially when you had Din "idk I'm in Star Wars" as the perfect vehicle to make the audience who doesn't care about Mandalore (aka mainstream audiences cuz most haven't watched CW or Rebels) finally care. So much that could have been explored: why the children of the watch are the way they are, why they called Bo a Cautionary Tale, why the Nite Owls care so much about the dark saber now when in the Clone Wars they had no problem following Bo against Maul, who had won the dark saber fairly. And so on.

The series was so uninterested in Mandalore they had to invent a super washed out version of Bo Katan, now a royal princess who cares!!! A lot!!! but made the mistake to trust Gideon, to give her the same arc for the third time while sidelining Din).

I have the theory that because of the Thrawn movie, they're kind of stretching out the original Mandalore plan they had, to make the bigger pay offs happen in the movie instead (because why else give the saber to Din in the second season and then proceed to do nothing, not even display conflict with Bo?), With Thrawn as the main meanie instead of Gideon (whose whole cloning plot was resolved in one sentence and his apparent death).

Maybe they thought marketing Din as the centre would be enough to make people watch? And because of that, I think they shot themselves on the foot. People care about this series bc of Din and Grogu, not using them to drive this story and going instead for the legacy character whose full story is left in the cartoons, has only alienated people to Mandalore. I've been asking my non Star Was obsessed friends, and a lot of them are hella ready to leave Mandalore behind, they're happy the season ended with Din and Grogu going on their own adventures...and that's just... not good, how is it that after a full season that was supposed to be about Mandalore, we didn't even get more than One new named Mandalorian??? No wonder people don't care 😭.

I saw some folks say we might get a series about Bo Katan and Mandalore but imo that's pretty impossible right now, there's not enough there to interest regular audiences, only people who'd want to watch that are us who love Mandalore from all the other media it was in, and tbh even I'd be doubtful to watch such a show, cuz I'm not sure they could make them justice at all anymore.

So is this the end of the larger story of Mandalore?  Because what’s even left?  The Empire is gone, Gideon is dead, the Imperial base destroyed, the other Imperial Remnants didn’t seem that interested in Mandalore, the Darksaber is gone, Mandalorians are reunited with each other, Bo-Katan has stepped up to leadership, they’ve reclaimed their planet, life is growing there again, is this what the end of approximately 15 years of storyline has been building towards? I guess it’s possible that there may be more, they’re not around for the sequels, so maybe the First Order comes for them at some point, maybe wipes them out, maybe they truly do retire here.  It’s a bit of a strange feeling, this storyline has been threaded through The Clone Wars, through Rebels, through The Mandalorian, and despite that we never see huge chunks of it, it might actually be finished. It’s a strange feeling, I think, because the Darksaber is really the only thing that seemed to connect the storyline to anything that came before, there’s no mention of anything that happened with Satine, there’s no mention of anything of where Sabine is, there’s no mention of any of the other main families of Mandalore, the history they give us is vague at best, and it just makes the whole thing feel half-finished. On their own, these last two episodes of season 3 were probably some of the strongest of the season, but when taken into the context of the bigger story of the events of Mandalore, it feels like a half-finished sketch to me.

[beenbettercomic]

“The Blue-ocalypse”

This was such a fun comic to work on. I definitely blame some of the influence on that third season of Legion.

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-Jimmy Purcell.

[dormouse-dear]

Aww :( no playing for so long!!

Gideons a meanie!

Dada! I wanna play tea party!!

@dormouse-dear

Of course, dearie! Let me set the table up!

[stxrscrge]

Image: Radahn barrels into Roundtable Hold, grabs Gideon and drags him outside so he could powerbomb him for being a meanie.

[ratherbewild]

name of your favorite muse: sam my love. my forever fave <33

name of your very first muse: teen sirius black. 12yo me was ALL about that wolfstar angst.

name of your meanest muse: definitely tegan. she’s such a meanie.

name of your nicest muse: sam :( my sweet baby :( and i haven’t Really played her yet, but nora is an angel too.

name of your most troubled muse: they’re all.... so tortured lmao, but i think quentin and claire are probably the most outwardly affected by their troubles.

character you have the most muse for atm: srs is keeping my sam muse alive and THRIVING. also forever desperate to write two more.

two of your muses that would never get along: i think there’s a LOT of room for conflict lmao, but god two would despise murphy. sam, patience, and magda would hate tegan. etc. etc. etc.

two of your muses that could be best friends: claire/murphy could be survivalist bffs or mortal enemies, there’s no in between. also we love claire/krissy. 

two of your muses that would make a cute couple: bash/two would be badass and soft. tegan/two would be hot. also like. qu*liot 4 life. and claire/krissy again.

two of your muses that are most similar: i think claire and krissy. their cores are fundamentally different but there are a lot of parallels between them. 

name of the muse you’d be best friends with irl: sam 🥺 maybe patience but she’s way too cool for me

name of the muse you’d probably hate irl: oh tegan would terrify and infuriate me. stop distracting the bartenders we have SHIT to do! 

a faceclaim you’ve been eager to use: literally how much time do you have. ariela barer, reina hardesty, candice patton, nicole maines, tala ashe, kiana madeira, gideon adlon... i could continue. if i had the muse to keep up with a bunch of OCs i WOULD. i also wanna use like all my canon fcs as other characters too. esp. madison mclaughlin and melissa o’neil. i’m obsessed.

[violet-varley]

gideon gordon graves you are one big meanie

who's hotter?? Me or jason schwartzman?-askgman

why is that a question.

[incendiaglacies]

Fic: Truth Comes Out

Title: Truth Comes Out

A future fic set in the Roommates verse I have with @agentmarymargaretskitz​. At some point we might just make a Raising Jemma series!

Summary: Jemma just wants to know why Jonas doesn’t call their Mommy as such. Oh the joys of babysitting! 

Word Count: 1K

Jemma picked at her grilled cheese and looked up at her brother. “Jonas, why don’t you call Mommy, Mommy? Don’t you like her?”

Jonas placed his own lunch down and leaned back in his chair. Well, seeing as his dad and Gideon were out it seemed it had fallen on him to break the news to his sister. “Well, Jemma, I guess you’re old enough now. The truth is, you were adopted.”

“Was not!” the six year old cried.

“Oh, no, it’s true.” Jonas nodded his head emphatically. “Adopted. In fact, truth is, Dad just found you on the side of the road. In a cornfield. Brought you home for Gideon. They thought you were an alien so they kept you for scientific discovery.”

“Jonas! You big meanie!” She curled her hand into a fist and hit his arm, ignoring his cries of pain. “I’m not! I’m not!” Her face puckered up, turning red as she started screaming and tears streaked down her face. 

“Ow! Jemma? Jemma, okay, okay, I’m sorry, Jems!” He pulled his little sister into his lap and tried to console her sobbing. “I’m sorry, you’re right. You’re not adopted. You are the daughter of Rip and Gideon Hunter. But I’m not.”

“You’re adopted?” Jemma pulled back and looked at him with big eyes.

Jonas chuckled and shook his head. “No, but Gideon isn’t my mother. That’s why I call her Gideon. Dad was married to my mommy before your mommy, understand?”

“But that means you’re not my brother!” Jemma started another round of tears. Even more desperate than the time they tried to explain to her that Jonas had to go to college and no, she couldn’t stowaway into his suitcase. He rubbed her back and shushed her.

“I am your brother. Always, Jemma.” The big brother badge was one he wore with pride. Sure, a cat or dog would have been nice too, but he made do with a little sister. “I’m your half brother, because we share a dad, but not a mom.”

“But then you’re not my real brother!”

“Yes, I am,” he said strictly, leaving no room for argument.

“So you don’t love Mommy?”

“I love Gideon very much, I’ve known her since I was about your age. Her and all the Aunties and Uncles,” Jonas explained. “But she’s my step mother. I can’t replace my mom, Jemma. Could you replace yours?” Jemma shook her head at him. “Well, there you go.”

“What happened to your Mommy?”

“My Mommy and Daddy got divorced when I was very little. Younger than you even.”

“What’s divorce?”

“Well, that’s when two parents decide they don’t love each other as much anymore. Or rather, they love each other still very much, and their child even more, but they just can’t get along and live together anymore,” Jonas explained, using the same tactics his own parents had used when they sat him down to tell him the truth. Not that it had helped much at the time. “It means that I had to live with my Dad and visit my Mom maybe once a month. That I was basically like a toy for them to fight over in custody battles. That they could never decide how to spend my birthday. And holidays were just a mess,” Jonas remembered bitterly. Growing up had apparently taken more of a toll on him then he realized. Or maybe he just became cynical like his dad. “But, it also meant I got twice as many presents and cookies when my Mom visited and she took me to lots of cool places.”

Jemma nodded along. “Are my Mommy and Daddy going to get divorced?” she whispered in a scared voice.

Jonas’ eyes widened. Why was he left to answer all the existential questions? He wasn’t the parent! “I don’t know Jemma,” he said honestly. “I wish I could tell you yes or no, but I never thought my Mom and Dad would get divorced.” Even if he could barely remember a time when they were together. “But I do know they love each other very, very much and and love you even more. They would do anything to keep you safe and happy. So would I. Is that good enough for you?”

Jemma nodded. “Jonas, who’s your Mommy?”

He laughed softly. “You’ve met her, Jemma. She’s Aunt Mandy.” She had been given the moniker because Jemma, like Jonas, found Miranda to be a mouthful to say.

“Aunt Mandy’s your Mommy?” Jemma asked, wide-eyed. “I thought she was Mommy’s friend.”

“They are friends now. But a very, very long time ago, she and Daddy were married.”

“Oooooh.” Jemma pulled out the vowel as she nodded in understanding. Jonas smiled at her adorableness. Maybe little sisters were better than a pet.

“Any other questions?”

“You’re still my brother?”

“Always and forever,” he promised.

“No, then.” She didn’t care as long as Jonas was still her brother. That was all that mattered to her.

“Okay. Then why don’t you go on and finish your grilled cheese, okay?”

“Okay.” Jemma happily scooted off his lap and back to her chair to munch on her grilled cheese. Jonas sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back in his own chair. He really had to start charging for babysitting if she kept this up. Honestly, this was worse than the time Jonas had wanted to know where babies came from!

[ablogofthecriminalmindsvariety]

24, 26, 27! -@spelleaway

24. Which of the ex- teammates do you miss the most?

So, I'm presuming not core 7.

Gosh. Either Gideon or Blake. I can't pick! I loved them both, they were splendid wnd I adored them ❤❤❤❤.

26. If you could fire one teammate who would it be?

>:( Meanie

Idk. I like them all very much! I'd really like to keep them all.

27. If you could promote one teammate to teamchief who would it be?

Hm. While I think that Aaron was a lovely unit chief and he is my top choice, I'd probably say either Derek or JJ! I think JJ would have made a really nice fit and Derek did a good job when he had to take over.

Send me Criminal Minds asks here!

[barpurplewrites]

Sparkles in the Sky

It’s Bonfire Night here in the UK, so I thought a bit of Floof Family Fluff was called for. Enjoy the cuteness.

-x-x-x-

“Careful Gid! Slow down!”

Rumple just managed to catch Gideon before he barrelled into one of the busy inn staff. He was as excited as always to arrive in a new place, and was at the age where that was expressed by running everywhere as fast as possible. Belle smiled as her husband tried to corral their son and apologise to the flustered woman. She was happy they were stopping for a few days, one of the few things she missed about Storybrooke was the Caddy, that car had been comfortable and a great ride, carriages in the far-flung Realms were convenient, but tiring.

With so many people arriving for the festival the inn was busy, and they had to wait a while for their room to be ready. Belle felt a swell of pride that Rumple was content to sit in the common room, in the past he would have snarled and threatened the staff with snaildom to get what he wanted as fast as he wanted.

“What are you smiling at, sweetheart?”

Belle shook her head; “I’m happy.”

He gave her a warm smile and bounced Gid on his lap.

“So, do you know where we are son?”

Gid scrunched his nose and chewed his lip as he thought, causing Rumple to mutter fondly; “Just like your mother.”

Belle reached into her bag and took out the journal Rumple had given her on Gideon’s first birthday. A third of the pages were filled now, but Belle had a feeling they could travel to every realm twice and there would always be space within the book. She thumbed the book open to the newest page where Rumple had drawn a map of the city they were visiting and showed it to Gid.

“Catesby, a city state that was once home to a very powerful sorcerer.”

She gave Rumple a sly look, he pouted and shook his head as he leaned in and whispered; “Nothing to do with me, even I’m not old enough for this particular tale.”

“Was it a bad sorcerer, Mama?”

Belle ruffled Gid’s hair, “He wasn’t very nice to the people here, and that’s why they banded together and blew his castle up.”

“BOOM!”

Rumple chuckled, it was so good to see Gid enjoying stories like this, like a normal child, without having to worry that he was related to any of the key players. There were plenty of realms that Rumple had never visited as the Dark One, so many places where Gideon could be just like this, a happy child looking forward to a celebration.

The inn-keeper approached their table; “Mr and Mrs Gold? Ah wonderful, your room is ready, Jon has taken your bags up. Would you like to order some food, or refreshments?”

Gid wiggled in excitement; “Lots of food. Please, I need lots of energy cause I’m staying up late to watch the fire-booms tonight.”

The inn-keeper laughed; “Aha, I’m sure we can find plenty of food for a polite young man, but you’ll want to leave some room for the cinder toffee and sweets tonight.”

Gid gave her a very serious look; “I always have room for sweets, just like my Papa.”

The adults chuckled, and the inn-keeper said; “I’ll send Maddie over to take your order in a moment.”

After Gid had eaten a huge amount of food, the three of them took a stroll around the city to familiarize themselves with the place before the festival started. The place was already noisy and busy as peddlers cried their wares. The sweets and pastries Belle could understand, but she was drawn to a barrow that was selling brightly coloured earmuffs, the weather was mild, so she couldn’t understand the purpose, or why the barrow was doing such a good trade.

“Earmuffs for the little one, missus? The fireworks get very loud.”

“Oh, I see, that’s a great idea. Gid, would you like a pair?”

Gid picked out a pair in a lurid orange for himself and found a pair in blue and one in green for his parents. Rumple happily paid the trader and put his green earmuffs on, which made Gid giggle.

“Bit silly Papa.”

Rumple cupped a hand behind his ear; “What was that, son? I can’t hear you with these earmuffs on.”

Gid took a deep breath, as if to repeat what he’d said at a shout, but blew it out in a huff as he realized his Papa was teasing. He playfully poked him in the belly and said; “Meanie.”

Any annoyance Gid felt with his Papa’s antics was soon forgotten, there was too much to see and do to stay grumpy for long. As dusk was falling they found themselves a convenient vantage point to watch the display. Gid was bouncing with anticipation, but took a moment to make them all put their earmuffs on. The crowd was humming with excitement as the parade of clocked figures carrying torches wound their way to the ‘castle’ constructed from hay bales. Rumple leaned into Belle and tweaked her earmuff, so he could whisper, “No pitchforks.”

She giggled and nudged him with her shoulder to hush him. The ‘castle’ was lit and the first fireworks shot into the sky. Gid jumped at the first bang, but whispered an awed ‘Wow’, as the bright colours lit up the sky. Reds and greens formed great circles, as blues and purples whooshed higher and exploded in a shower of sparkles. Even with the earmuffs the noise was amazing, booms and sharp bangs interspersed with whistling shrieks. It was the colours that had Gid transfixed, the bright fiery sparks that erupted with each bang. The finale was a barrage of golden explosions that lit the sky as bright as day. The three of them joined in with the cheering as the last sparkle faded from the night sky, leaving the festival lit only by the flames of the bonfire that had been the castle. Slowly various torches were lit, and music started from the bandstand. Gid tugged on his Papa’s hand; “You and Mama are going to want to dance, aren’t you?”

“We might, but first why don’t we go and find some of that famous cinder toffee the inn-keeper told us about?”

“Yay!”

Belle followed after Rumple who was being tugged along by Gid to the nearest sweet stand. Once their sweet tooths had been sated she would be able to persuade both of her favourite men to give her a twirl around the dance floor.