#but i think it works

[wr1ghtw0rth]

Wrightworth growing up together ❤️ 💙

[myflagmeansace]

Hi all! It's taking a lot longer to caption Samba's BTS improv video, but here's the video without captions and a separate transcript with dialogue tags for now! 😘

Scene 1

Ed is determined to banter about Jeff's Inn by the Sea after gravy basket Hornigold ruined it.

Ed (proudly announcing what he does at the inn): My specialty is seafood. Um and I cook the sea...food.

Stede (completely and earnestly smitten): You cook it perfectly, by the way.

Ed (sweetly accepting his compliment): Thank you! 😊

Stede (so appreciative of his love's fictional cooking skills): I love that.

Ed (remembering how well Stede pours drinks *possibly inspired by the Ed draped across a bar fanart Taika called out in the IMDB The Outfronts interview*): Um and you are the cocktail man.

Stede (so excited about his role): I am the cocktail man!

Ed: Yeah!

Stede (really playing into his role): I make a drink or two.

Ed (a little dazed at imagining Stede as a cocktail man pouring him several drinks): Yep oh yeah! Um and more than two sometimes.

Stede (feeling a little cheeky): Sometimes we get on it, don't we? Yeah!

Ed (picking up on what Stede is putting down but also fuck off Hornigold, Ed is totally a people person at this fictional inn!): Yeah, yeah! You know, we get on it. You work the back of house, I work the front of house.

Stede: Yes!

Ed: Yep.

Stede (recognizing the importance of taking turns, in more than one way 😉): Sometimes I work the front of house.

Ed (agreeing to being a versatile partner): Yeah and then I-you give me a turn working the back.

Stede: Yes.

Ed: Yeah.

Stede (shameless at this point): You like that, don't you?

Ed (a little flustered but keeping his cool): Aw, I mean, I-you know, it's just nice for a change now and then, you know?

Stede (liking the thought of keeping Ed satisfied): Something different. Yeah!

Ed (admitting to himself why he likes working the back): Yeah! It's just nice to be in control.

*Stede proudly gazing at Ed*

Scene 2

Taika: *breaks, closing his eyes and smiling*

Rhys: *wheezing/laughing*

Scene 3

Stede (leaning into his role of cocktail man, expert of drinks): Well imagine us as...a mixed drink.

Ed (absolutely smitten, ready to listen and pressing his finger against his lips to calm the urge to press his lips all over the dork in front of him): I am imagining it!

Stede (really struggling to capture the expertise of a cocktail man because he's more of a gardening guy so he can't think of a drink good enough to compare Ed to so he goes with whatever sounds cool and tough): You're the hard...sort of...

Ed (smile falls and starts feeling sad because Stede is calling him hard when he's really just a soft kitty princess but he'll go along with it because he gets it 😿 he copies his hand gestures to appear agreeable): I'm the hard one.

Stede (sweating bullets):...rustic...

Ed (definitely not liking the word rustic and tucking in his paws, I mean hands): Yeah.

Stede (knowing he’s completely boned it as a cocktail man): Ummm...

Ed (trying to save the moment and compares himself to a rare whiskey): The bitter one like a whiskey.

Stede (agreeing out of desperate relief): Bitter whiskey at the bottom. Yes!

Ed (remembering he doesn't actually like whiskey but he does like rum): Yeeah. Like yes, yeah. I'm like the whiskey or the rum.

Stede (changing the focus to distract Ed from his clumsy cocktail man moment): And I'm the fluffy kind of ✨️epervescent✨️…

(new word alert lol I think he meant effervescent)

Ed (entertained by the word choice): Ohhhh!

Stede (playing it up with jazz hands):...tang!

Ed (doesn't dare correct his excited boyfriend): Epervescent!

Stede: Yes!

Ed (gestures at his bubbly boyfriend): Yeah! You're the bubbly one!

Stede (wiggling in excitement): That just jumps in on top!

Ed: The Tang!

Stede: Yeah!

Ed (trying out a pickup line): Yeah you're the tang to my tong.

Stede (has no idea what a tong is but he loves rhyming): Ahhh! You're the zangy, I'm the tangy!

Ed (absolutely enamored and giggling with joy at Stede's flirting): Aw The Zangy and the Tangy! We should call the joint that! The Seaside and…

Stede (high pitched mating call): Tangy and Zangy!

Ed (falls apart laughing, holding on to Stede): ...Tangy Zang-!

Scene 4

Ed (giving Stede a boyfriend test): We're very different you see. We're cut from different cloths us two. Um but somehow when you stitch that cloth together...

Stede (appreciating Ed's deep thoughts): Mmm.

Ed: What does it make?

Stede (passing the test with flying colors): Well, a beautiful seam! ❤️

Ed: 💘😳🥰🫠

Scene 5

Ed (taking the opportunity to analyze and get near the Stiddies): We're leather and silk.

Stede (oblivious, trying to romantically serenade Ed): Leather and silk!

Ed: It's uh...*begins nervously singing too* and all things milk!

Stede (heartfelt but slightly confused crooning): ...together!

Ed (trying his best to rhyme): ...and from different ilks.

Ed (starts over, pulling it together as he goes): Leather and silk, from different ilks...

Stede (too stubborn to be apart from Ed even in song):...together we....

*Stede waits, anticipating a masterpiece finish*

Ed (hyperfocusing on dairy and possibly Stiddies at this point): ...from the udder...of life...we make milk!

*Stede remains utterly still as his brain catches up with Ed's*

*Ed finishes, baffled by his own song but he stands by those words because life really is like a cow's udder, and leather and silk are of different ilks, and in a strange and cosmic way, they do indeed make milk 🙂‍↕️🫶🏽*

[avianii]

Don't work with your parents- they have blackmail material in their wallets

this but with Top Gun (1986)

[corax-corone]

First off, can i just say thank you guys for the love on the first post. I genuinely didn't think people would like my silly autism crossover art this much <3

Second off i

TRIPLE QUINT BLAST!!!!!!

[ratstuckinamarble]

Soo Spell the Beans is actually a longer episode. Wasn't expecting that, pretty neat!

More interestingly, we get to see Medusa:

The picture is from this article:

(I only skimmed it because I didn't want spoilers)

[talleryn]

George: why is Lockwood rolling on the floor laughing?

Lucy: Kipps was about to hit his head on the doorframe, so I told him to duck and he quacked at me

Lucy: and then he hit his head

George: *wheezes*

[motelsnleatherseats]

There was something special about Kansas in the summer. The days seemed to last forever with late sunsets and early sunrises, vibrant strokes of rich tone that eventually faded into water colors of blue sky or deep blankets of black, bejeweled by stars like spilled glitter. The air sits heavy and thick with the sweltering heat and down dirt roads, if it wasn't for the hum of cicadas, one could swear they could hear the sound of the Earth rotating in the dead of night.

Sam and Dean love Kansas summer nights. It feels like home, mostly to Dean because he remembers those nights when Mary would let him stay up every now and again to show him how to catch fireflies in a jar, his own little moving constellation behind glass. Sam lives in Dean's nostalgia, in every fond smile as his shining emerald eyes relive those memories that he'll never have, but that's good enough for him, to bear witness to the recollection of a time when things were normal for at least one of them.

Countless hours on the road would afford them pit stops to stretch their legs, have a beer, enjoy the weather or whatever scenic view they happened to stumble upon across state to state, but with roots firmly replanted back in Kansas, Dean drags Sam out at night for an evening of stargazing down a lampless, dark dirt road on some long stretch of farmland far enough away from city lights that would obstruct their view of the universe above them. The flattened topography of the Sunflower State gives them miles of visibility, and somewhere far off, bright little flashes illuminate clouds they couldn't tell were there before, a telltale sign of a thunder storm so typical of the season.

The Impala's parked off to the side of the road, and Dean decides it's better to lay out a blanket instead of sitting on the heated hood of his car, especially with the way Sam sweats. They're close enough to the car on the outskirts of the field that they leave the passenger door open and let the radio play them a soundtrack of Zeppelin. They're sat side by side, Dean's legs laid out in front of him, one hand behind him, palm to blanket with his weight leaned against it with a beer in the other, and Sam's got one knee bent, using it as an arm rest as he holds his beer bottle by the neck between three fingers. His eyes are towards the horizon, watching the glimmer of stars and noting now many of them streak across the sky, but Dean's eyes are on him, wondering if he ever made wishes on the cosmic dust as it burned up and faded out.

Sam can feel Dean's stare, but it's not heavy, it's not judgmental or wrought with worry. It's reverent, a softness that's rare around his usual rough edges. Sam turned his head to meet his brother's unwavering gaze, the unspoken affection found there making his chest bloom with heat as his heart rate gave a small spike. A few moments pass that feel like a lifetime before Sam leaned over and kissed Dean, slow and sweet, the gesture appreciative more than anything. Dean responded in turn, eyes only falling half-closed as he tried to keep the vision of Sam's lashes in focus, wanting to savor their closeness.

Beer bottles were abandoned in exchange for skin on skin contact, Sam's hand on Dean's neck and Dean's buried in those soft locks. He could feel the faint dampness of sweat at base of Sam's skull, a mix of cool and warm between fingers. Their lips moved in no particular rush, pressing and barely parted until one of them, they couldn't tell who, had introduced the tender swipe of tongue. The lingering taste of beer gradually subsided until all they could taste was each other. Time slowed, the songs now fuzzy in the air went from one to the next until the tape eventually ended, leaving them with the low rumbles of thunder as the storm had gradually crept upon them.

It wasn't until the gentle tink tink tink of rain hitting the Impala could be heard that the kiss was broken and both of them turned their gaze to the sky, the stars no longer visible under the cover of clouds. The rain was quick, what started as a few sparse drops quickly turned to a downpour and Dean cursed under his breath as he scrambled to get up. Sam was on his feet as well as soon as his brother reached to pull up the blanket from underneath them, making quick strides to the car to shove it inside and close the door, ultimately worried about the interior getting soaked. He was about to tell Sam to hurry and get in before he heard him laugh. Not a chuckle, not a scoff at the fact that they were quickly drenched, but a genuine, happy laugh.

Dean's breath shallowed as his eyes fell upon his brother. Sam had his arms outstretched as if embracing the downpour, even spinning a few times with his head tipped back, welcoming the wash of cool. Suddenly it was 1996 again, Sam dancing in slow motion with his arms up in a shower of sparks from fireworks they should have never set off, a smile so rare that when caught etched itself in his heart as his idea of Heaven, to see his little brother so happy. That smile was there again as he looked back at Dean, hair flattened to the sides of his face by the weight of the water, soon smoothed back by long and deft fingers. The grey v-neck shirt was clinging to his broad chest, soaked and outlining the definition long since earned from years of hunting and dedication to his health. Dean's eyes locked in on him as if watching some cosmic event unfold, beautiful and breathtaking. They stared at each other for a few seconds longer before the weight of the moment overtook them and they made strides towards each other, coming together in a rush, gathering one another up.

Dean's arms wrapped around Sam's middle as Sam moved to cup Dean's face, their mouths meeting in a hungry fashion, chests filling with air and arching towards each other. Their hands held possessively, lips and tongues embracing fiercely as they shared the breaths from their lungs. It wasn't long before Dean curled his hands into the soaked material of Sam's shirt, dragging blunt nails over it, pulling his little brother as close as physically possible as he stepped back towards the Impala, blindly reaching for the door to the backseat. If he hadn't known that car like the back of his hand, he would have had to break the kiss to get them situated, but he knew the height and how far back he'd have to lean to grant them both the room to maintain their lip lock as they climbed inside.

Here, on this country road, miles away from the garish lights of the city and under the cover of darkness in the backseat of the Impala, they carved themselves another little piece of Heaven.

[aquaquadrant]

i may or may not have put together a lil playlist for pathbubs (featuring lovely art from @lunarcrown)

[waterfire1848]

Thanks for answering my blood bending ask! It was a very detailed description. Though reading the tags, what would happen if the krew got sent to the past for the puppet master? That sounds interesting 🤔

Of course!! Thanks for asking!!

Hmmmm🤔

Okay. For this I’m assuming that it’s just Korra, Asami, Mako and Bolin (correct me if I’m wrong) and they get transported back for this episode on its own. So here’s the thing, I think they would know about bloodbending and about the fact that Katara knows how to and MAYBE a basic description of Hama. Like I can see Katara describing Hama as “a woman who was very much hurting” and not going into much detail beyond that.

So, putting aside the obvious freakout they’d have about being 70 years in the past, I think it would take them some time to understand what’s going on. They’d stick close to the Gaang, partly because Aang can help get them home and partly because they know literally no one else. Now I do think they'd realize what kind of bender Hama is before the Gaang because they know the story (at least a shortened version of it) and so when they hear about people going missing and the old man's story, they know it's bloodbending and warn the Gaang, but Katara is already gone.

Korra goes running off to her former mentor to help her with Asami right behind her while everyone else goes to the mountain to help the villagers. When Korra and Asami arrive though, they end up in a similar situation to what Sokka and Aang went through in the episode. Hama tries to use them against Katara and against each other except Korra has experience with bloodbending, enough to use her own bending to free herself from Hama's grip (I also imagine that Hama doesn't have as strong a hold as someone like Amon). Once she's free, she attacks Hama (because she's a bloodbender and put Asami and Katara in danger) but is stopped by Katara from doing any damage to her. Katara tries to yell for Korra to stop but the Avatar doesn't listen until she feels another person bloodbending her and discovers it's Katara pulling her away from Hama. Everyone arrives, Hama is taken away, Katara is a confirmed bloodbender and the Krew is sent back to their own time.

[agents-of-the-jedi-order]

if jemma simmons had instagram

[miss-k-lovenikki]

Smashing together every single item I indentify with in a somewhat coherent avatar

[fagbearentertainment]

Since I was talking about the dozens of fictional characters I think are hot yesterday I wanna share a couple of my real life crushes

They include:

Eret

Niki Nihachu

And I had a “do I think he’s hot or do I wanna look like him?” thang going on with Wilbur Soot for a couple months in 2021 (it was definitely a trans thang but I’m putting him here anyway lol)

I’m arospec (maybe acespec too? Idk) so I don’t get many of these but for the past 3 years they’ve all been mcyters lol

[uniquevoidflowers]

I think I'm gonna name this au: Disconnected

[tragedy-for-sale]

Which Jedi Masters/Knights are close to Obi-Wan's age? I know for sure Quinlan and Luminara, and I'm pretty much assuming Kit and Shaak Ti too. (For fic writing purposes lol).

[opossumjournal]

Sirius's escape from Azkaban

Wanted to post something a little more put together, as the Mullet drabble is clearly a work in progress.

Sirius broke out of prison to get revenge on Peter and not to raise Harry because, by the time he had figured out how to break out, he had decided that he was too broken of a man to raise Harry. That, paired with the insanity from the Dementors and the guilt for not being a better friend, channels into James and Lily's voices, yelling at Sirius. Only when he started listening, they were yelling about getting his head out of his ass. But what they didn't know, because he had betrayed the trust they put in him by choosing a rat and now they were dead, was that Sirius has always known that there's an intense, dark, black side to him. Hence, he knew that no matter how broken he was, he could at least still get revenge on Peter. A tiny part of him hoped that once he was away from the dementor's influence, maybe he could fix himself up or at least be good enough so that he could not raise Harry but be Harry's life.

Sirius's Plan: 

Gets the paper for the crosswords (he was trying his damnedest to be a normal fucking person, and by Jove, it worked)

Test the theory about dogs being less affected by the dementors up close and personal, which meant antagonizing them and seeing how much of his soul got sucked out as Padfoot.

Slip through the bars because, damn, is he starved

Daring escape scene where he hides from dementors and guards alike. Action movie style.

The shift change comes in on the boat as apparition can be hard when you've been using a lot of magic to sustain a patronus and have been around dementors for an extended period of time. Sirius recons they can have someone less tired apparate to land to get them a new boat. At least, that was the plan. Till he circled the island twice but couldn't find a sign of the bloody boat. He started swimming, had to avoid the incoming shift change, and eventually returned to land. Unfortunately for him, he is so fucking stoked to see land and just lies down and rejoices for a min and fucking breaths; he gets spotted by a watch guard who tries to chase Sirius down. Cursing himself for acting so foolishly, how could he get distracted by something so bloody stupid as land at a time like this? He managed to give the guard the slip in a nearby wood, shifted, and made his true escape to anywhere but there.

Suddenly there is a niggle of not being quite as alone, of feeling seen, understood, and of knowing that she was alive. Following the pull kept Sirius going through the night and well into the morning when he collapsed from exhaustion as Padfoot tried to keep away from any Aurors, cops, or animal control while also needing to be with her again. (Hermione is reading the breaking edition of Daily Prophet, which is alerting the wizarding world to his escape and having some pulls of her own.) Once he wakes, the pull is gone, other than a few faint flickers here and there less and less often throughout the day. He knew he wasn't crazy all those years ago when she was gone, but he could still feel her. He knew she was still with him now. Now, Sirius just had to find the rat who caused his life to go to utter and complete shite rather than just run-of-the-mill poopy, turn him into Moody, the only one Sirius has a chance of convincing, clear his name, and get his girl, his pup, and his last remaining best friend back together and under one roof.

When the bond stops flickering and goes back to a steady low buzz in the back of his brain, Sirius is finally able to get his wits about him enough to figure out where he is. His brain still isn't too good at keeping focus, like a moth to flame, drawn to what feels good. And the bond activating feels so good it blocks everything else out. He remembers running through a forest for a while and then through some fields. He's currently curled in an alleyway on top of crushed, soggy boxes. Deciding he was awake enough to stop suffering the piss smell that seemed to overwhelm every alleyway in Britain, he got up, had a stretch, shook himself off, feeling his skin shake away from his bones like the dog he had been for so long, not enough fat or muscle to hold it all in place, and promises to nick himself a sausage roll, and went to have a look at where he ended up. It seemed he was on the edge of a city and suburbia; up the hill seemed to be row housing broken up by trendy shops, and down the hill and round the bend, the city seemed to be picking up a bit more, with a large graffiti piece about some bloke who wasn't a fan of Tescos across the street from him, which was a grocery shop if he remembered rightly. He assumed it was a happy memory as it was hidden behind a cloud of fog and cold in his mind. 

Not seeing a lot of dogs about, he aimed away from the city he wanted to see more of; any place that lets you draw on the walls has to be worth visiting, as a human. He chose the residential area, hoping to find a park to steal a bit of a picnic or get a snack from a child in the mood to share with a big but sweet dog. Sirius spends the day not having a ton of luck and eventually finds himself at Magnolia Crescent after having to hide in some bushes after legging it when some bloke looking related to a walrus tried to shoo him out of the neighbourhood; he did not just escape Azkaban to get bossed around by some fat, balding, middle-aged, moustache clearly compensating, git. Sirius finds a nice secluded area between a garage and a fence and naps. Sirius wakes with a bang, seeing some kid loosing his shit on his trunk till he regains a moment of composure. Wait, trunk? Sirius walks out of the shadows to get a better look at this magical kid and sees a mini James. Sirius internally is losing his shit, but externally is frozen. Mini James notices him and raises his wand and Sirius can't help it, he lets out the smallest of warning growls, demanding the demons playing tricks on him leave, till mini James calls the knight bus, and Sirius takes off running to Hogwarts.

[thelivingdeceased]

happy goth day to all who celebrate :33