#THIS NEVER GETS OLD

[alutka2000sieroslawska]

Ten mem nigdy się nie starzeje 😅

[langernameohnebedeutung]

My favourite little x men thing is when someone is like "Give up, Magneto! You stand no chance against this plastic weapon/gun/suit I have built!"

And Magneto is like "I see. Whatever will I do."

and throws the surrounding infrastructure at them.

[caluanthes]

SLEEPING BEAUTY (1959), dir Clyde Geronimi, Eric Larson, Wolfgang Reitherman, Les Clark

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[captainblou]

Crowley: no one would have noticed a thing 😎😈

Aziraphale: 😇😁

Heaven: 🚨Boiiiiink🚨Boiiiiiink🚨Boiiiiiiik🚨Boiiiiiiiink🚨

[nkp1981]

Ghostbusters II, 1989

[spankerella]

[megamindsecretlair]

Sis no question just I'm so in love with these tyrone fics... got a sis throbbing! 🥴🙃😬

Stawwwp 🫠🫠🫠

Im so glad! Thank you so much for reading em and taking the time to send me this ask!

[isawthismeme]

[number1spongebobfan]

Barbie drops by Squidward's House

Barbie: Wow! This isn't the first time I've been underwater, but I've never seen a big nosed talking octopus like you before!

Squidward: AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

[not-your-asian-fantasy]

[signoraviolettavalery]

one of my favorite joker out fic categories is bokris "Kris has been in love with Bojan for years but they're both idiots"

[filthy-mudeoki]

This one is for @kairadiamond who’s just finished AOS 🥺

This moment will forever live rent free in my mind and now I hope it does for you too 😉

Not my edit. It was sent to my via a friend and I’m sharing it on here (again! Because it is THAT awesome)

[mega-aulover]

The kind of support everyone deserves. Tara Davis-Woodhall's biggest fan

[dane-ffxiv]

Prompt #16: Third-rate

The summer streets of Kugane were like no other; lanterns and fireworks painted the skies, endless stalls of activities and cuisine cluttered the city, and everyone dressed themselves in traditional attire. Moonfire Faire was wonderful, Dane wouldn't deny that, but this festival seemed more genuine and intimate than the tourist traps in La Noscea. Not that she would complain or hold herself in higher regard. Despite her own roots tracing back to this very land (or in this case, sea), she was still a tourist in name. Not enough pull in either direction to define her place.

Yet, it still felt natural navigating the city. Vendors called to her like they would any Raen, temptations of taiyaki, yakitori, and her other favorite selections of street food.

“Now you look like an angler, miss.” A man called out. Even if it was a sales pitch to attract customers, he wasn't exactly wrong. Dane wandered over to his stall, curious of the game's setup.

“Maybe so. Is that what you're looking for? People to win?”

“Aye, I've got plenty of fish here. If you can catch one, it's yours.” She leaned over the counter to take a closer look at his pond. Beautiful goldfish in a various patterns of black and orange gathered to the surface. The sight of people likely conditioned them to expect food. She smiled, eyeing each one with adoration. Even if it were a common species, their namesake scales glimmered under any source of light.

A little goldfish lagged behind the group, unable to maintain a straight path. Dane guessed one of its fins had issues. Seeing how eager it was to join the school despite its injury tugged at her heart.

“How do you play?”

The man laughed, demonstrating by casting the rod himself. Without bait, they seemed uninterested. But the motion from tugging at his line was enough for them to give chase. He reeled one in soon after.

“I'll take my chances.” She passed him enough gil in exchange for the rod. This would be harder than simply winning the game. Dane sunk her line into the pond for practice, far from the school. Once settled, she fixated on the prize she wanted.

Many attempts followed, all cut short right before the catch. The stall owner noticed this, confused by the Raen’s intentions. Twenty or so fish were intentionally ignored.

That little fish swam in circles and figure-eights, struggling with its own existence. It noticed the lure once or twice, enough to be distracted away from the group. And finally, when the goldfish decided it was worth the hassle, it stalked her line. In a pitiful way, of course, but Dane had patience just this once. It took a calculated wide turn with its good fin, and then, a bite. She gently raised it from the water and smiled at the man. Now he understood.

“All that fanfare for a little one.” He scooped pond water into a container along with her prize. “It takes a lot of skill to pick the catch you want.” Sprinkling a bit of food in, the fish happily surfaced for its meal.

“You weren't far from the truth before. I'm something of a professional.” Dane smiled at the new friend in her hands. “And I wanted to make sure I gave this little one a loving home.”