#Whichever

[deecotan]

"Oh! Oh! Jail for Soundwave! Jail for Soundwave for One Million Years!!!"

This was a lot funnier in my head

[ambrosethedarling]

Took “I’m no one’s Son” so seriously he transitioned 😌😌

Without the text

[the-hydroxian-artblog]

[chamm0y]

yall wont probably get this at first but its incredibly funny to me

[f4llingst4rb0y]

Yk how in the movies when the guy would spray some weird type of shit in his mouth before kissing a girl?

That's Richie but with sour candy spray before kissing Eddie

[justaz]

“who lives, who dies, who tells your story” is so merlin after arthur’s death (minus some parts of course) making sure his legacy remained in tact

“who tells your story?/(eliza)/i put myself back in the narrative” the prophecy spoke of both merlin and arthur but merlin hid himself away and let it be arthur’s story until the end when he reclaimed the narrative and retold everything as it actually happened

“i stop wasting time on tears/ i live another fifty years/its’s not enough” obviously immortal merlin

“i rely on angelica/while she’s alive, we tell your story” gwen. angelica is gwen here. merlin and her both worked to keep arthur’s memory alive

“i speak out against slavery/you could’ve done so much more if you only had time” merlin speaking out against the persecution of his kind in every kingdom (bc i believe gwen repealed the ban after everything but that hatred uther sowed ran deep). arthur was meant to do this but his life was cut short leaving it in merlin’s hands. but since arthur isn’t there, merlin doesn’t make a whole lot of difference. arthur could’ve done so much more if he was there

[the multiple lines detailing what she did in hamilton’s memory] merlin spreading arthurs story and as a result having many portraits and books made of him and then later in the future many movies and shows made of him. statues and museums filled with arthur and camelot.

“oh, i can’t wait to see you again/it’s only a matter of time” merlin waiting for centuries for him to come back and still building these shrines in his memory so everyone remembers him

“who lives, who dies, who tells your story?” gwen, arthur, merlin. in that order.

[inprogress-predicament]

This time, its the Wayne Family As Psych Quotes!

Part 3 now

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

everybody like "what if vaggie used to be an exterminator angel?" chanting the theory directly into my brain "what if that's how she met charlie and then fell for her, literally" im exorcising the idea with this

bonus meme:

[clemelntine]

Great used his four minutes to go back on his life and make better decisions at moment he thinks he went wrong

Tyme completely rewrites the whole story, from the moment they meet to the time they spent together, changing not only his behavior but situation they're in. He didn't regret his decisions to fight against greats dad, he just wished he didn't have to make them.

[peachyykira]

Rude that none of you are here to cuddle me :(

[missd476]

Since this month's Pride Month, I figured I'd post one of my favorite pairings.

[nym-wibbly]

My Bonds in Thee by Nym on AO3 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley Additional Tags: Second Kiss, First Time, Character Study, Flashbacks, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Series 2, Hell is Terrible, Heaven is Terrible, Ineffable Idiots, Ducks, Lack of Communication, different exactlys Chapters: 19/? Summary: Aziraphale comes back. Their love was never in doubt but they still have different exactlys.

1839. London. The Hesperus Club. A demon, broken and bleeding, hunches naked on the tiled floor. His knees beneath his chin, arms wrapped around his legs, he'd succeed at making himself appear small if not for his wings. They're magnificent, as wings go—black, broad—but they're not currently obeying the demon's will and they've seen better days. They droop weakly behind him, spreading across the wet floor like spilt ink, pulling against his visceral need to curl into a ball and vanish into stillness. An angel kneels behind him, slowly scooping water from the bathing pool with the cup of his hand; patiently pouring it over the demon's wounds. Blood and water mingle, pooling over the moss-green tiles and trickling towards the brass-lattice drains. Towards the pool, where the water slowly darkens to rusty brown. "Crowley," the angel prompts when the demon begins to crumple, ready to join his useless wings in a boneless sprawl across the floor—something fit for a gothic painter or the pen of a tortured poet. At the angel's voice, Crowley stops himself falling (but he's always falling; a raging star plunging in cold fire across the heavens towards bottomless destruction). With such effort, he holds himself still. Allows the angel to wash the neglect from his wounds and then, when the wounds are raw enough to begin healing, to gather up one raven wing at a time in careful, angelic hands, folding Crowley like the limp bellows of a broken accordion. Hissing with pain—and it is a hiss, fork-tongued, instinctive, and warning—Crowley tugs his right wing from the angel's grasp and sits up a little straighter. With more of an effort, he folds both wings against his back. Brittle feathers break quietly against the ground. "Oh, but they're filthy, my dear. Let me—" "Someone'll come in here. They'll see." Crowley glances towards the doors. He's suddenly alert enough, present enough, to know that time has passed since he came to this place, and that it's a human place. His wings shrug themselves unthinkingly into some other sliver of reality, safely out of sight, exposing more bloody sores on his flanks for the angel's fussing hands to tend. Water and prayers, wasted on him. "No one will come," soothes the angel (but his voice shakes, too angry and hurt to soothe anyone). "No one will see. You're safe now. I promise." Crowley nods automatically. Safe. Yes. Safe from the humans, anyway. The angel's made sure of that. "Thank you." He grits his teeth when the angel tips water over a crusted gash beneath his ribs, refusing to make another sound. "Don't mention it, my dear." The saddest part is, the angel really, really means that.

[meatiors]

lads

[mavibonghostexpress]

If your requests are open, I would love to see your design for Bill/Ben, please?

Can't figure out which one but!!

[abirthdayclown]

Another HS doodle page—this one dedicated for to the horrible clown man (et al.)