#THIS IS A THING

[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

[elenorasweet]

Kids have been watching Rise of the TMNT, and also Samurai Rabbit.

So here I am trying to explain to my oldest daughter the history of Leonardo x Usagi crossover bromance, and how common this has been in various canons, and why it's a gd crime that it didn't happen with these versions of them Nick vs Netflix be damned, and also why I ship them in literally every iteration.

Anyway, I think these two are fabulous, and trying to explain this to a teenager made me feel really weird. But at least she gets shipping, so she's like "Ohhhh, no that works, they're both dumbasses" and I'm like THANK YOU MO!

[aries-of-spades]

Spiderman AU where everything's the same except MJ stands for Mumbo Jumbo

[sophsicle]

kyd, chapter 16

[a-cat-in-toffee]

hey. you guys want my homestuck vigilante au?

[fadeawaywithyou]

Bolt (2008) is about Bolt the dog, a superhero who goes on adventures with his owner Penny, until she gets kidnapped by their nemesis. However, Bolt is unaware that his entire life is a tv show, and that Penny is actually fine, it was just a cliffhanger. Bolt runs away to try to save Penny, believing that he has the superpowers in his show, and ends up across America where he has to enlist the help of Mittens, the pessimistic cat, and Rhino, the optimistic hamster, in order to get back home. While they travel, he learns how to live a normal life and accept that his life up until that point was a lie, but still holding onto hope that his owner, Penny, was the one real thing in his life.

The Truman Show (1998) about a man named Truman who lives in an isolated city unaware that everything he does is being recorded and everyone he meets is actually an actor, constantly airing a popular show called The Truman Show. This is all thanks to a director, who has complete control of the entire city and has been filming Truman's life from birth and plans to continue until his death, even going so far as to manufacture reasons for Truman to be scared of leaving. Truman slowly loses his mind trying to find out the truth once an old flame sneaks back onto set after being fired for deviating from the script.

tl;dr- this is my realizing that I have one (1) favorite plot line and it's Characters Breaking Out Of The Plot so if you have other similar plots and stories let me know!

[rendonut]

The fun of Character AI

I was using this Hashira Meeting AI (authored by @/Meruto042 on Character AI) and Rengoku said "hee hee" so I broke the fourth wall and said "alright, Muzan Jackson. Get it? Because Muzan thinks he's Michael Jackson?" And guess what happened? MUZAN APPEARED! HE STARTED MOONWALKING.

I literally pointed at him and said "MUZAN?! HOW THE HELL DID THAT EVIL BASTARD GET IN HERE?!?! DOESN'T HE KNOW THAT WE'VE SLAYED LIKE HALF OF THE 12 KIZUKI DEMONS" and he just ignored me and kept moonwalking!!

[cinemajunkie70]

[primalvessel]

@confluxium - Warning: I have NO idea what tf I'm doing ajkhsdakjh. I hope Hati's believable (the little that I write of him anyway. x.x). Working title: When you want a kabedon but you can't have one because your crush/fwb is too fucking tall.

The night was warm and after concluding his duties in the workshop, Koinos had dusted off his hands and headed to the roof was he was often wont to do, unbothered by the distance between House Acheron's work floors and the rooftops he'd frequented. Only two Charons were perched up there that eve, preening their feathers and otherwise ignoring him - he was a regular presence there and when they ascertained that he'd not brought them treats, they elected to ignore him.

Shirking the neat work shirt he to feel the balmy night air against his skin, he simply enjoyed the quiet for a time and stretched limbs that felt cramped after working so long. Boots followed shortly and were set neatly to one side.

Once limbered up, he began to practice.

Smooth, sinuous movements that flowed like water with only the birds to witness, he swayed, twisted, stabbed and swept with a staff in place of a lance, as if to a melody that no-one else could hear. The minutes slipped by as the Miqo'te performed as if he were the only one in the world.

Until he wasn't.

There was no ignoring the intense, singular stare that the Miqo'te could feel as he moved.

Even if he hadn't already known that Hati was there, calculatingly stood downwind of him and neatly tucked away from the cool slant of moonlight, the telling weight of the Viera's gaze made the fine hairs at the back of his neck stand on end. To turn his back on a predator was to court death and yet Maru completed the lazy spin, bare feet scuffing across the light dusting of sand upon the roof, as if he wasn't prey to the wolf who waited in ambush.

Hati remained there though; shrouded in darkness with his bared arms folded as he leaned against the weathered brick. Wasn't smoking. To the casual eye he wasn't even breathing.

It wasn't chance that Hati was there but when he didn't immediately make his intent known, it made the feline wonder. He wasn't there to watch him practice of that he had no doubt, but the Viera didn't seem to be in any hurry to interrupt.

It was the distraction of not knowing why his boss was there that eventually made the Miqo'te falter and that was all it took.

That opening was the one the wolf capitalized on, as if to punish for the unintentional lapse. The staff was slow to come up to defend against the larger presence as Hati was suddenly before him but Maru didn't try particularly hard to stop him.

The staff was wrenched from Maru's grip and sent clattering to the rooftop at almost the same time as the Viera's other hand closed around the Miqo'te's throat and those metal claws, glinting in the moonlight, pressed into tanned skin. Beneath Hati's fingers, the feline's pulse raced, belying the calm way he stood, breathing a little laboured.

"You don't fight it?" Hati observed in a questioning tone, singular eye piercing.

"I'm tired of fighting you," Maru replied in spite of the grip around his throat. It was a full-faced truth even if the way it was spoken implied that there was more to it than just that.

He was tired of fighting Hati for every scrap of friendship the Viera was so intent on separating himself from. If he thought he was doing the Miqo'te a favour, he really needed to stop.

"If you want me to fight, give me a reason to."

Gods though... For all Maru was outwardly remarkably calm, his heart raced and his thoughts practically tumbled over each other. There was something in that ethereally moonlit gaze told him that Hati knew it too.

The grip around his throat tightened just a little and Maru felt sweat break out across his brow as a light pink flush spread across the bridge of his nose, neither of which had anything to do with the exercise he'd been doing, nor fear of being beneath the wolf's claws.

Madness; how such a tiny display of strength - the miniscule play of muscle in that tanned arm could have such a profound effect.

Maru's mouth had gone dry. His gaze darted from the Viera's bicep up to that steady gaze, down then to the broad chest and strong shoulders and back up to the pierced bottom lip drawn into a neutral line as if he couldn't find somewhere to settle his own sight that wouldn't deepen the warmth flooding his body. A futile effort when Hati's broad form filled his vision, so the Miqo'te stopped trying to hide it.

"Find your own reason," Hati rumbled, eliciting a show of bared fangs from the feline within his grasp.

Had Maru not fought enough for him already? The Viera would make him fight for every single thread of his attention, his affection? Was there not a single good thing they could have, together, that the feline didn't have to expend blood, sweat and tears for? Even there, with the claws digging in enough to make blood bead beneath their points, he couldn't be given even one small thing.

Except Hati was giving him something even if the Miqo'te hadn't caught onto it right away.

Realisation dawned on the feline and Hati watched it happen. That almost imperceptible curl at the corner of Hati's lips widened into more of a smirk and he didn't do anything to stop it when the Miqo'te finally resisted the grip about his throat. There was even a rumble of genuine laughter before he was brought to a knee and Maru crushed their lips together in a hungry kiss.

TBC...?

[dinosaurjam]

All the OCD bingos I could find out there were just like different obsessions and specific compulsions and I was like "no man, I need something that speaks to the very function of the OCD brain" so I made this

[batwynn]

have you seen the merman Stede episode in our flag means death lmaooo. reminded me of your Sterek comic lol

I haaaave! It’s actually something I might be… making something of… soon. Because. Reasons.

If that makes any sense at all.😂

[foxinaflowerfield]

I think if my reflection crawled out of the mirror, grotesque and heaving, I would offer a hand and make him some tea while I clean the broken glass. I would be so kind despite my hatred for him, and I think he would know that I hate him, but he would thank me for the tea and apologise for the mess anyway.

[julie-su]

[blackwoodtree]

Call me Dayne. Adult(-ish), 21+, pronouns negligible. I've been here on this hellsite since Superwholock (Read: way longer than I ought to be). This is my funky lil' space where I can drool over niche Movie and TV characters along with whatever randomness that catches my eye.

This is a Mature (Read: Adult, but not above silliness) blog, as are any side blogs attached to this. Minors go back to the kiddie pool.

Side blogs consist of Aesthetic goodies or the few Roleplay bits people can scrounge up on here these days.

...Okay. Yeah good talk bye.

[crossdressingdeath]

So funny to me that in HoO the Seven have a chaperone who seems to exclusively be there to make sure all these teenagers don't have any sex while they're off maybe dying for the sake of the world. Like, Hedge's job on the Argo II is maintaining the age rating. In these books for 8-12 year olds there is a character who is literally just there to make sure no one fucks and this is barely subtext. There is no force on this or any other planet that can convince me Rick doesn't know what percentage of his audience are adults.