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[rakiah]

Now they are a trio. Let’s continue that beautiful chaos @mellosdrawings ~

[deyageka]

Doods

+ Greta and Bart as Wanda and Pietro

[icarian-avis]

underrated queen ily greta suzie secret

[hijinxinprogress]

Whenever the JL starts complaining about YJs public image YJ just straight up gaslights them

[clementianos-blog]

Tim Drake and Baseball

Gotta love a guy in a joisey.

Young Justice vol. 1 issues 27-28

[youronebraincell]

I would do anything she asked of me

[whumpypepsigal]

The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare (2024): “I’m no expert. But you’ve got a big old hole in your shoulder, Haysey.”

[rickeajacksons]

[hitoshura]

reference for my FLOPS

[jessicafangirl]

Ah ha! I found it! The first time I interviewed David Howard Thornton. This was from 2018 and Terrifier was making the rounds. I miss my co-host Barb who moved away. We had a blast with David. He gave us a good chunk of time. He starts about halfway through the episode. We do some deep dives on the film at the time (which is interesting looking back on) and David talks about his inspirations.

Someday I'll bring back the podcast. I miss doing these. I had a lot of fantastic guests over the years.

[dumblilloser]

Chat should I make a Russell Hayes rp account? He's one of my favorite characters of Evan's hes such a goofy goober 😭

[evilstrawberry]

A Drawing Dedicated to my Favorite Seasons of South Park, Season 3. Season 3 will always hold a special place in my heart for a few reasons. 1. It features some of the show's earliest bangers, If Seasons 1 & 2 were the fuse, then Season 3 was the Bomb. Classic after Classic, Korn's Groovy Pirate Mystery, Chinpokemon, Tweek Vs. Craig, Rainforest Shmainforest, Succubus, the list goes on. 2. It was the last Season of the show to feature the Late Great Mary Kay Bergman who passed away in late 1999. Mary Kay Bergman is one of my favorite VAs, Mainly due to watching Movies like Zombie Island, Witch's Ghost, & Alien Invaders as a Kid. This Season as well as Scooby-Doo and the Alien Invaders were her swan song. May her and Issac Hayes Rest in Peace.

[nikrei]

Eepy buddies waiting for their friends to stop being homoerotic and just get dressed already! How long can it take?? There's a costume party to get to!

[oozebrain]

I Returned Her Glance

Vicky x Gender neutral reader. You remind Vicky she is beautiful.

Sfw, fluff. Minors dni.

All of the mirrors in the house were broken and their shards pulverized into dust. She would not allow one inch of reflective surface to remain for fear of witnessing herself. With care, you open the door to the closet and find Victoria huddled into herself as tightly as she could, as though she were hoping to shrink and disappear into nothingness.

You kneel beside her and wordlessly offer her reassurance by resting your hand on hers. She starts at your touch and looks at you for a brief second before hiding her face. She doesn’t want to be seen by anyone, not even you. 

“Don’t look at me... just don’t look at me...” She hiccuped in a sob and shook her head as she dug her nails into her arms. Their bleeding spoke of this repeated behavior and you gently navigate her hand onto yours. She gently squeezes yours, her grip holding uncertainty and anxiety. She allows this before she seemingly snaps back into reality.

“Get the fuck out of here! I don’t want see you! STOP LOOKING AT ME! ” her sobs turn into rage. She felt like you were mocking her, or worse, pitying her. She pulls away from you and crawls further into the closet to hide in the darkness, “Just go away... LEAVE!! Stop looking at me...”

But you wouldn’t. You knew when she told you to leave, when she tried to push you away, that you had to resist. You wanted to dig her out of this mental hell she had descended into and, after a day of brainstorming, you felt like you may have an answer.

Without a word you withdrew a bottle of nail polish, full of glitter and shimmering powder. You shake it slightly, the familiar rattle of the bead inside catching her attention. In the darkness, you can see the glow of her iris as she observes you. You’ve seen her looking through the magazines, fingers tracing with yearning over the women in the ads wearing makeup.

She is curious and comes out of the closet slightly, just sticking her head out, her eye fixated on the indigo nail polish. Vicky glanced down at her own nails and balled her hand into a fist to hide them from herself. You gently hold her hand, drawing it near. You cradle her hand, massaging it gently in a gesture of comfort.

Vicky is hesitant but allows you to continue and quietly observes you as you take the brush out of the bottle. Carefully, you begin applying it to her nails one by one and as each is completed she seems to relax more. After a time, she has scooted out of the closet and the two of you are sitting together, your knees touching and her other hand awaiting the same treatment.

As you begin working on the next set of nails you can see something on her face. It starts off as a small grimace but turns into a smile. She wiggles her fingers on her free hand and giggles slightly, tilting her head in admiration. Her bottom lip quivers but no tears come as she watches the shimmer and sparkle. The color is that of the cosmos and she is enraptured by it.

Once finished, you offer her a smile, and her own grows, though it falters. Her lip is still trembling and her eye begins to well up. She sniffles and rubs the tears away with the back of her hand. You hold her other hand with both of yours, offering a sign of safety and protection. Gingerly, you stroke her hair away from her face, untangling it from the mess of tears. You smooth it back and show her the other gift you have for her.

She gasps quietly at what appears. It is an elegant, pink bejeweled butterfly. Its wings bounce slightly when she touches them and you hear a small giggle of glee as she continues this experiment. Her eye is alight with joy and she looks to you with question and hope. In kind, you smooth her hair and pin it back with the butterfly clip. 

Vicky smiles and strokes her hair absentmindedly, fingers trailing over the mobile wings of the butterfly charm. She giggles again, holding her hand over her mouth to hide her smile. You lower her hand and assure her that you not only want to see her smile, its your favorite thing in the world. You remind her of how beautiful she is and can see the blush tinging her cheeks as she processes this. Her smile grows and she meets your gaze. 

You reveal you have an entire bag of makeup products. Eyelashes, blush, and every color of eyeshadow imaginable. She gasps and rummages through the bag, glee filling her as she opened the eyeshadows and tested them on her arms. Her misery was forgotten in the closet as bright rainbows of pastels and purples trailed up her forearm. Vicky didn’t need you to tell her she was beautiful- she felt it.

[r-truth]

[shatteredstarsart]

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