#I !!!!

[brunhielda]

This right here is the kind of stuff Disney should actually invest in.

Live action of a movie they already made? Over done. Poor executed. Uninspired.

The animated supernatural sequel to a one off film from the 80’s? Inspired. Exciting. The ONE time they did something similar (The Rescuers) it was an absolute banger that was arguably better than the original.

Do it. Make us the mouse version of Dracula.

Actually- go bigger.

Make us the mouse version of every Victorian classic genre.

We have mystery, we are suggesting horror. Anyone got more suggestions? Maybe some scifi Ala Jules Verne?

Make me mouse movies, and I am a happy girl.

Great Mouse Detective version of Dracula happening simultaneously as the events of Dracula, so there’s just five mice in Victorian clothes unnoticed by the human cast desperately trying to kill a bat.

[madpatti]

Commission for prizefighterk on instagram :)

[thewebcomicsreview]

I know I'm a broken record on this, but Clown Corps is so consistent at going the little extra mile. There are all these little interlocking stories in this chapter involving McBell and her mentor Morgan, and all of them involve a girl getting a sticky bun from a vending machine. It's a small thing, not super obvious when you're reading live and there's days between this page, but it invites you to compare how Morgan is treating Debbie with how McBell's been treating the police chief's daughter, Dot Dougherty. Note also how similar their hair styles are, and that both their names start with D. They're not just a series of unrelated stories, there's a theme happening here, to be analyzed. This chapter is about the power of authority.

The main tension of Clown Corps' plot is that the titular Clown Corps are a superheroic team of crime-fighting clowns that were initially formed to help children in traumatic situations and that's slowly being transformed into a realistic police department, with all the real-world problems that entails.

And these stories are kind of examining that tension. The Corps is...let's call it an idealized version of what police should be, whereas the actual police represent actual police. The actual police hurt people. They prevent McBell from getting her sticky bun because she's "damaging public property". They kill people, and act in the interests of the wealthy against the people. Dot's dad is the police chief, and he gives her shrimp to eat even though she's allergic, which is both a joke and a theme.

Part of McBell's rebellion in this chapter is her struggling with the tension of the clown corps being part clown and part corps. Mustard, for as much of a mentor as she's been, represents the corps. She's from wealth, and advances her own interests by pulling poor girls out of their sticky buns. Whereas a true clown would be someone who protects the poor and weak, with laughter instead of violence.

[neg4tivew4ves]

Aome yuri neofinite ouugh it rotted for at least 2 months in my gallery

[bluewarf]

Pardon?

[thedemises]

2p ratio!!..... inverted ratio? opposite ratio??

[weltenwellen]

L. A. Johnson, from "Birthmark"

[freshpickle]

fuck i completely forgot i need to curl up on my couch and scroll my phone for six hours. can we reschedule

[asheronangel]

AWAUH

raph fighting different monsters!!! (s1e14)

[idontmindifuforgetme]

[strange-aeons]

hello Mr Strange, me and a couple friends were talking about omegaverse mpreg anatomy and the question came up as to whether or not the assbabies would have belly buttons and, therefore, umbilical cords. because if they do this implies the existence of ass placenta which is…ew. BUT if they don’t?!?! the anatomical and evolutionary implications of babies surviving the gestational period with no umbilical cord to transfer nutrients??? maybe not the craziest thing for omegaverse anatomy to come up with but disconcerting nonetheless. we have come to you, in our hour of need, to ask if you have come across any evidence that the assbabies have/do not have umbilical cords??

[battz-t-boy]

This is, everything to me

Prince who starts invalidating himself and going to royal events as a princess to please his family, knight who corners him later, not following any orders nor letting him come unless he admits he's a boy. (After all, the knight's job is to protect the prince)

Prince being pushed into an abandoned corridor and glaring at the knight.

“What is your problem?!”

“What’s yours? What is all this? Where are your button ups, your trousers? Why are you parading around in corsets and lace?”

Prince who scoffs and crosses his arms. He looks away from the knight and forces his eyes on some random tapestry on the wall.

“Father is done entertaining me. They let wear my hair short and wear my brothers clothes for years. But now I’m an adult, it’s time to stop playing pretend and be the princess the kingdom needs. They’re giving me some time to let my hair grow, and then I’ll be presented with suitors. Each from our ally kingdoms, and I will choose one to marry.”

Knight who shakes his head. It can’t be true. He has been at the prince’s side since they were kids, he’d know if he was protecting a girl. Even with the corset and light flowing fabrics, that’s a boy. That’s his boy.

The same boy who would wrestle with him in his room, and get scolded for stealing extra bread from the kitchen. There was never a princess, always a prince. And he was a damn good one. Whatever is happening here is hurting him, and as his knight it’s his job to make it right.

That’s why he doesn’t hesitate when he takes the sword to the dress. When he chops away at the skirt and watches the way it tears.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

“Reminding you who you are! This isn’t you, you’re not a princess. You’re not some dainty girl who needs protecting, who falls in line and does whatever she’s told. Where’s your fire? Where are you? You’re an imposter standing infront of me. My prince would never-“

“Oh please! I was never your prince. You’re being ridiculous.” Prince that tried to push past the knight, only to be slammed backwards into the wall once again. “Stop that!”

“I don’t follow orders from any princess. Only my prince can command me.” As he pushes his hands under the torn fabric, feeling for that spot between his legs that he knows oh too well. His fingers quickly find the bundle of nerves that they’ve called his cock on many occasions.

“Oh fuck…”

“How can you say you’re a girl, hmm? When you get so worked up from having your cock played with. Silly boy, so confused. I’ll remind you, don’t worry.”

Pulling his head back by his hair and kissing all the spots he knows drives his boy crazy. Nobody knows the prince better than him. Teeth piercing into flesh, breathing uneven, and eyes glazed over with lust. Even in a dress, he can still see the boy buried underneath. Beautiful, breath taking, in need of rescue.

Prince’s hands cling to the knight, just as they have many nights before. It isn’t fair, the prince can only feel cold armor, while his knight is spoiled in the warmth of his cunt. Fingers rubbing and prodding, sliding through slick and pressing him further and further.

“Please please I have to cum please.”

Fingers that pinch at the small bud, making the prince moan and writhe.

“Who’s asking to cum?”

“Ah…fuck.. your princess is telling you. M..make me cum.”

Knight that clicks his tongue and stops the movement of his fingers.

“I only take orders from my prince.” His hand leaves his hair and instead wraps around the prince’s throat, both glaring at the other with no real hatred to fuel them. “Dress up is fun. But it’s time to stop playing around, little prince. My sweet boy. I know you’re in there. Come back to me and I’ll make you cum until you so many times you lose track.”

Prince letting out a shakey breath. He doesn’t want to disappoint his father, but it’s so hard. So hard pretending to be something he’s not and maybe that’s why he can’t stop the sob that leaves him as he falls forward and wraps his arms lovingly around his knight.

“Please…please? Get me out of here. Take me back to my- to our chambers and have me. Take me. Please, I need you.”

Knight who pauses, his arms falling to his sides.

“Who’s asking me?”

“Your Prince.”

Knight who wraps his arms around the trembling boy, kissing the top of his head before he picks him up.

“Anything you want, my darling prince.”

[sylviabit-thehand]

I love how Kevin goes “My dad is Coach Wymack. Also I’ve never been skiing. Screw you Ravens 😊” and then walks back to the foxes saying “We’re all gonna die 😀”

[artistsfuneral]

Tagesschau just dropped a new fanfiction trope.

There was only one bed. But we're also trapped on an island. While living in a coffee shop au. #cottagecore

[schmoel]

amazing real life series episode from joel. he did nothing remarkable but get motion sick, pat other people, kiss jimmy, and die pathetically. amen.