#HE LP HER

[toytle]

sorry for the lack of lps dc updates, i’ve been struggling w some of the designs, but i think these ones turned out well. if i do say so myself U__U

[u3pxx]

i didn't realize you could ask lilienne out not alone

[rhymeswithumbrella]

you know what really pisses me off? so many people acting like he is the worst person out there and no one will miss him. A LOT of people are grieving now and missing him including people that these people supposedly follow and care about. liam was not the supervillain people wanted him to be. he was messed up and did messed up things likely because of what happened to him. this conversation deserves so much more nuance than people are giving it. and maybe it’s too early to have this conversation now but it’s helping me process and grieve so i’m really writing this for me. people are complex and doing bad things doesn’t make you a bad person or someone worthy of death without being given the chance to make things right. and another thing, it is SO hypocritical to make fun of him and look down on him like he’s the ultimate Bad Guy meanwhile i bet every single person you have ever admired in the spotlight has likely also done bad things or at least things you wouldn’t be proud of. fame is an illness and it can cause people to harm others because they were hurt themselves. human beings are a culmination of everything that they’ve been through and everything they’ve done. he is not only the bad things he’s done and it’s okay and normal to grieve him as a whole person, because he was one.

[leyendadospuntos]

Properly introducing Blythe to the pet- I mean kids!

[charlieconwayy]

Top 50 OTPs of All Time ☆ #48. Peyton Sawyer & Jake Jagielski

"You’re so strong, Peyton. You don’t even know it. I mean, you got me through some pretty dark days. And…I’ve been thinking that, if I can get all that…from some words on a piece of paper…just imagine what it would be like to have the real thing every day."

[kkoct-ik]

is it bad that i think hes the most gorgeous man in the world

[vampireghostsart]

drawing my childhood littlest pet shop how i used to imagine them in my head as a kid

[flwrkid14]

Damian Wayne’s LPS Collection – It’s Not Playing with Toys

Okay, so imagine this: Damian Wayne has a secret Littlest Pet Shop collection.

Not because he likes toys, of course—don’t even dare suggest that to him—but because they’re tiny animals. And we all know Damian has a soft spot for animals. If he can’t have a real shark, lion, or eagle in Wayne Manor (not that he hasn’t tried to convince Bruce), he compensates by collecting their miniature versions.

Each animal has a name. Every. Single. One. They all have distinct personalities too. His tiger, for example, is named ‘Asad,’ and it’s fierce but gentle. His dolphin, ‘Iris,’ is curious and stubborn. There’s a black-and-white shorthair named ‘Sable’ who bears an uncanny resemblance to Alfred the Cat (and might just be his favorite). Damian has meticulously thought up their likes, dislikes, favorite foods, and even specific ways they “interact” with one another.

But here’s the kicker: Damian refuses to admit that these figures are anything remotely close to toys. No, no—he collects them. They help him stay in tune with animals he respects but can’t keep. He’s not playing with them, he’s “accompanying” them.

Example? Damian shows up to dinner, Sable tucked into his jacket pocket. When Dick raises an eyebrow, Damian coolly explains, “No, Grayson, I am not playing with toys. She is merely accompanying me at dinner. I find her presence comforting.” Dick tries to hide his smirk because, seriously, it’s so Damian.

Deep down, though, these LPS figures give Damian something important. They allow him to be a kid—in a way he’s always struggled with. Sure, he’ll never admit that, and yes, he might even find the act of “playing” with figures completely beneath him. But these tiny animals let him indulge in a bit of imagination, something he didn’t have much of growing up in the League. It’s quiet. It’s personal. And it’s something that brings him comfort in a world that can often feel too big and too serious for a boy his age.

So if you catch Damian in the Batcave with a mini lion figure on the desk while he’s working on mission intel? Just know he’s not playing. That’s ‘Shahir,’ and he’s only there for… company.

[octodrawn]

I think Zoe and Pepper would go on thrift shop dates :)

[favorite-lie]

recent art

[sharper-than-a-serpents-tooth]

Felix is a nice person but not a good person because he keeps enabling Claude's flaws

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — blind spot.

JANUARY 11, 1986

The key turns in the front door, the winter chill rushing into the house. A moment later, the hall light turns on.

“Mom? You awake?” 

Sylvia smiles at the sound of her son’s voice, putting down her crochet things on the end table.  

“We’re in here, Georgie!” 

Carefully, she stands, easing her grandson’s head off her lap and tucking a pillow underneath. She’s pretty sure the kid must’ve been an acrobat in another life; there’s no way he’d be able to sleep all twisted up like a pretzel otherwise. She readjusts the blanket she’d put over him, smoothing down his hair, before meeting her son and daughter-in-law halfway.

“Well, how was the party?” she asks, leaning up against the breakfast bar as George and Lorraine hang up their coats. “You two crazy kids have fun hobnobbin’ with the head honchos at Simon & Schuster?” 

“It was nice, Mom, thanks,” George answers, way too dismissively for a party he’d been talking about for weeks, full of editors and publishers and everything he’d always dreamed of, “but–”

“How was Marty?” Lorraine interrupts, urgently.

Here we go. Finally, some answers.

“Lorrie, honey, you know Artie and I always love bein’ with the kids,” Sylvia begins, and she meant it, even though Artie had called it a night about three hours ago and was now snoring loud enough to shake the walls, “but seventeen goin’ on eighteen’s a little old for a babysitter, don’t you think?” 

“Oh, we’ve just been so worried about him, Sylvia,” Lorraine pleads, eyes wide. “We… we didn’t think it would be a good idea to leave him alone.” 

“For the last few months,” George elaborates, wrapping an arm around his wife and holding her close, “he hasn’t been himself. He doesn’t sleep, he’s been having nightmares… he’s been having memory problems, too, and I know he’s a teenager, but sometimes he’ll get in his own head and it’s like… he’s not even here, like he goes somewhere else instead.”

“He’ll get so confused,” Lorraine agrees, “and-and he used to love thunderstorms but now he’s just so afraid of them and... other things… sometimes it even feels like he's afraid of us…” She bites her lip and buries herself into George. 

It breaks Sylvia’s heart to see them like this; in mourning for the boy who’s alive and breathing and fast asleep on the couch. Just a few hours ago her and Marty were singing along to the radio while making dinner and laughing until they cried trying to play games on his Nintendo while eating Lucky Charms by the bowlful.

“We must’ve missed something,” George murmurs, “something must’ve happened to him and we missed it somehow.”

“We’ve just been so busy,” Lorraine laments, “too busy. I-I thought it was the stress… with college applications and everything changing… but even Jennifer and Doctor Brown don’t know what’s wrong.”  

Sylvia isn’t quite sure she buys that. 

She may not know a lot of things, but she does know that Carl Sagan from 1931 certainly doesn’t look like that nice young man on PBS from a couple years back but did look a whole lot like that whiz kid Emmett and even more like her grandson’s best friend, that nice Doctor Brown, that Emmett grew up to be. 

She also knows that Sonny Crockett (who is pretty much all they talked about at dinner tonight) is from one of Marty’s favorite shows, not that kid from 1931 with her grandson’s sweet blue eyes and a fake mustache.

She even remembers George begging her and Artie to help him get all dolled up for some dance at the last minute and talking all about how he wasn’t going with a date but he was going to meet up with his new friend Marty there.

Not to mention the date on that Bubble Bobble game of his is two years from now.

When you grow up around liars and cheats, you get to be really good at noticing things. 

“So how was he tonight?” George asks again. “Really?”

“Georgie, sweetheart, he was fine,” Sylvia emphasizes. “We had a great time. As for the other stuff… Remember what you were like when you were his age? I sure do. Any time your dad and I got near ya we’d have to promise we weren’t tryin’ to look in your journals. Even if we were just givin’ you a hug!”

They crack a smile at this, George at least having the decency to look sheepish.

“Whatever’s going on with Marty,” she continues, “he’ll tell ya when he’s good and ready. And remember: you’re great parents. He loves you. He’d do anything for you. Just be there for him until then and let him know that you love him too. No matter what.”

Sylvia looks over her shoulder at her sleeping grandson, a fond smile and a mischievous look in her eye.

We got a lot to talk about, kiddo. I’m ready when you are.

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

sometimes i think about that moment of dana talking about the cast's music taste and it makes me quite disappointed because i feel she got it completely wrong and missed the potential of what hunter would listen to. sorry but linkin park feels so basic??? hunter feels like he would like obscure shit. AND AS SOMEONE WHO LISTENS TO METAL LIKE BROO i have like opinions. also WHAT do you mean luz listens to kpop. i completely fucking disagree sorry. j-rock is more like it if anything or indie pop/rock. it does not fit with her at all. kpop feels to mainstream?? and besides she likes anime right? dont you think shed want to listen to anime openings and like all sorts of things having to do with the culture. j-rock fucks. i dont listen to MUCH of it because i havent found much but like she doesnt seem like shed listen to that dana why would you say that :(. ive been constructing her taste in my mind for YEARS and you say the wrong thing. BOO. hottest take ever and you arent cooking. your burning it.

[crinkle-eyed-boo]

[stormbreaker-290]

storm

Fem Mal to the song "Henrietta Hudson" by Megagonefree

if you haven't listened to the song, be warned

It gave my major pain panic

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[soy-s4uce]

AU where DW never told LP his secret identity after the Bulba fight. DW doesn’t get to adopt Gosalyn as early either. But he’s using his civilian identity again and trying to get his life back together as a ‘regular’ person so he can 👍👍

LP starts falling in love with Darkwing (which tbh, he def already had a crush but shh) but ALSO meets Drake, unaware that he’s Darkwing, and falls in love with him too.

MUWHAHAHA Self indulgence