#dandy shut up about cartoons

[mysterybooks-world]

If you ask my opinion I say you are right I agree with you Do you remember the episode ( Time After Time ) when the Monks got Mikado Arms Dojo said they were equal on points But what happens next that bothers me They all look at Jack with a grin And Omi said I suppose, Defeat Jack It broke Draw the Monks Throw the wu on the ground while Jack terrifying said no You can't What kind of people are you. They jumped on him, and They beat poor Jack while Dojo watch as he wrote in his notebook I really wish I could punch this dragon in his face Dojo's job is like a guard for them I mean, instead of doing what they want I mean Dojo he is literally considering as an adult like parents tells them the consequences of their actions But no he is just a lazy dragon

But what really took the cake

When they come back from a mission They eat Pizza at lunch and Master Fung is in front of the table holding in is hand the wu while Dojo is on his shoulder, Omi Tells Master Fung that he impressed Himself with his own work then Kimiko: said not only that we Bring back The Mikado Arms I even brought One of the jack shoes) Then Raimundo said This is nothing I got Jack's belt And then Clay said I can beat that, Jack's hair)then Omi said Well I can play Shame on All of You: JACK UNDERWEAR And then Omi puts underwear on his head then Master Fung said There is still One last test before choosing a leader He simply said

I mean What the hell was this, There was many wrong with this episode And the first of them was What the Monks did to Jack was wrong true that he Do bad and evil things But this is too far even for them And what I hated when they were really pride themselves on their work in beating up Jack This wasn't even necessary I mean they got the wu and Destroy Dodo bots They won They should have go back to the temple But instead of this they decision They beat Jack break all his bones and ripping all part of him Just for extra points This is what I call a bullying teens and the Monks is supposed be the heroes I believe that is Ironic, isn't it

heroes in my ass This was not a heroic act And what really made me crazy is Master Fung reaction he literally Continue talking about choosing the leader As if nothing happened instead of scolding them And tells them that they disgrace the name Xiaolin warrior I mean he the Master and Master Fung supposed to says wisdom or some kind of words I'm sure there is a saying : When you win a fight And your enemy is defenceless then there No need to fight them or If you find your enemy is defenceless then show mercy that is scene is correct in my opinion

You know guys I think the Monks Just make an excuse in their actions I imagine one of them says that Jack is Heylin So there is no problem in hitting or kicking him else that Jack bad And they are good guys

I will be honest with you if I was in a series I would have said these words for the Monks : You tell me that You are heroes if were really good So let one of you explain who is paying the damages of construction building huh when you try to get the Mikado Arms You smashed the building Instead of keeping the place safe You guys did acrobatics While the place is crashing Just for a win Who will it be the leader Imagine if there were construction workers They worked on this building with their sweat and best job and time in order to earn their livelihood It all goes to waste Because Some of group Monks that They SUPPOSED to be heroes And don't you dare blame Jack or his bots The four of you are using the wu And especially YOU Raimundo Imagine what if someone got hurt because of wrack that You did And also don't forget other places you visited You destroyed some of public property and others their house, Especially Jack house It is true that he destroyed the your temple sometimes But you the Monks are the worst.

And don't make me starts about this time When Jack join your temple or the good side Like Omi says in the the second season (episode 22: The Apprentice ) first They didn't give Jack the right size of clothes

secondly This scene here They made Jack clean their dirty clothes while Omi and Dojo judged him and And they orde him around such as Omi say Release your anger and the soap too else Dojo tells him not to skip in the soap I like the Fresh smell of spring Then suddenly A pile of dirty clothes falls on Jack because of dump truck in it Raimundo & Kimiko & Clay Then they laughed at him

thirdly This scene here They made him wash all the dirty dishes And then Omi appeared from the kitchen sink And he said Clean your anger and Years of bitter Then else Dojo showed up to say to Jack And use a lot of Anti-bacterial soap I'm kind of allergic to Germs Then when Dojo put down the cup In the pile of dishes at make it fall on Jack who screams

Fourthly the Scene Omi and Dojo drink tea While Jack is cleaning the floor Then Omi tells to him work until evil comes out And there is Nothing but goodness Then Dojo did something annoying he said And of course, Until the tea stains disappear spilled tea on the floor And laughs Jack is anger threw some soap at him Then Dojo says hey You did this on purpose Jack says No I didn't Then he threw the bucket at Dojo I did that on purpose Then he turned his head to the left And see angry Omi Jack said what and I say that Jack has every right to do this

and Finally, in this scene When they were in front of Jack's room Omi Asks him: will Jack Spicer What were you thinking on your first day of training He did not answer him because Jack passed out from exhaustion on the bed Then Clay said I hate to admit But to have Spicer around Not so bad else smirk Kimiko said Especially does all our chores then Raimundo else said And my underwear was never did smell so Fresh And the last of them Dojo said and my litter box Clean enough to eat in out of it

This Scene was the last straw of my nerves I mean really Omi You really ask him how his training was With all your innocent words As if you and your friends did nothing wrong You really are the worst heroes I mean, that's what you call that training !!! Omi, You literally made Jack a servant to you and your team not to a good person

And by the way, I don't blame Jack for being evil again I remember once reading something someone say: Omi stuff good in Jack's throat And that's really what Omi did he forced Everyone to be a good side and I say Omi is clueless and stupid And honestly I don't blame Chase Young in choosing Omi There are many things in common with them

Okay so I talked about this on my plurk but I’m going to talk about it again so sorry to people who are on both.

This screenshot is taken from the very end of The Emperor Scorpion Strikes Back (witty). Jack actually took control of the Fearsome Four (Mala Mala Jong split in four by the Ring of Nine Dragons) and was controlling them with the Emperor Scorpion. He hadn’t done much of anything yet but he and Wuya were planning to break everything and take over the world, etc etc. Obviously he had to be stopped and he was.

But this is what breaks my heart. After the monks won back the Emperor Scorpion, Jack was trying to sneak away (obviously), when Omi says that he knows Jack likes basketball so why don’t they play again.

Jack stops escaping, turns around, and makes that face and says, “Cool! Who gets to pick first?”

And the Fearsome Four proceeds to use him as a basketball while the monks laugh.

IT KILLS ME.

Because he’s just so excited that people want to play basket ball with him (at the beginning of the episode he had split himself with the Ring and was playing against himself) and they don’t really want to play basketball with him, they just want to beat him up. Which is understandable but at the same time it’s like, he’s just this lonely kid, really, it wouldn’t take that much to sway the side he’s on…

I have too many feels about this guy, I just need to stop.

Who am I kidding, I’m not ever stopping.

[puhpink]

The elevator isn't as loud as others may believe.

Rodger is a detective. At least, he's pretty sure he is. He's a mascot and an dectective, which is a little hard to be. It's a little hard to be anything at all, in the elevator.

Regardless, Rodger is a detective. He notices things. That is one thing he's very skilled out: making the small details larger. That, and collecting facts.

Fact: none of them are real.

It's a little difficult to explain. Rodger is a toon, a mascot. He was roughly "born" sometime in the 80s or 90s. That is to say, he is not "the" Rodger from "Dandy's World", a cartoon for children. He's a recreation of that Rodger, given demension and physcial form.

Most toons don't like to be reminded of that, so it's a fact he keeps to himself.

Rodger cares for his friends. This is a fact, but it's more of a personal statement. He's not friends with everyone, really only close with four people, but he knows of everyone. The human brain can handle over one hundred relationships, though, it's not as if Rodger is human.

Regardless, Rodger is a detective. It does not take a detective to see that Astro (or Sprout) doesn't like him very much. Which is fair! Astro is secretive, clearly. Rodger does not care for secrets. He respects everyone's rights to them, but he cannot help that he digs and digs and digs.

It's for this reason that he finds himself cornered by a particularly irate Astro, who seems to have found one of Rodger's research capsules on him. How embarassing, he really must be more careful about those.

"Why are you stalking me?" is the first thing Astro says to him, under his breath while Rodger debates the politeness of closing his room's door in Astro's face.

Considering Astro is one of the main stars of the Dandy's World cartoon, he doubts it's an action that his cartoon self would do: whether that be for plot reasons or narrative ones. Considering it is three am, however, and Rodger is not dressed for an interrogation, he shuts the door anyways.

Astro catches said door with his third arm. Ah, they're not going to politely ignore that fact anymore, then. Tricky situation then. Rodger does have endless questions about Astro's biology and how his mind juggles having multiple limbs, but consider he's being slowly cornered in his own room, now isn't the time.

"I'm not stalking you," Rodger replies, after realizing that quite some time has passed since Astro first asked his question.

Astro's one eye narrows. "Have you been following me around?"

"No," Rodger answers truthfully. He's very good at interviews, after all. He wonders which capsule Astro found, to make him this upset. Considering the fact Astro is angrily gestulating with all four hands, he can only assume it was one about said four hands. He thought that particular note was quite flattering, but oh well.

Astro's lower right hand makes a frustrated fist motion, going up and down. His upper set of arms is covering his face in --- well, one gets the point by now. Astro's lower left hand is open, palm facing the right, in a straight manner. He's saying something, but Rodger's noticing a bit too much to catch it.

Rodger's head hurts a little. Astro's eye catches Rodger's eye, and suddenly the blanket is back and covering all of Astro's limbs again.

"--ave you been documenting me because I'm a freak? Or what, is it because it's too alien, or it's just so facinating to you then, studying me like a circus animal," Astro continues ranting. Ah, Rodger did really space out there.

"No," Rodger clarifies again, still uncomfortably hunched over, "nothing of the sort. I research everyone, Astro." He would add an you're not special, but well, Glisten never takes that comment well, so he won't add it. Everyone is different and Rodger is learning that different is special.

That seems to put a stop to Astro's ranting. Rodger takes the chance to continue clarifying. "You cannot help entering our dreams, and I cannot help researching. I notice too much to ignore it, and you see too much of our dreams to ignore it either. You give us good dreams and I take notes and store them away as to not bother anyone."

Astro continues staring at him. Rodger is a little uncomfortable with eye contact, so he focuses on on the left of Astro's eye. Should he elaborate more?

"I don't want you digging around for information about me," Astro grits out.

Rodger feels a little helpless. "I cannot stop digging, Astro. I cannot help the things I notice."

Astro makes a little irratated sound. Rodger shifts uncomfortably. He has been caught unaware after all. "It's private," Astro snaps, "I didn't want you -- or anyone else, for that matter, knowing about my private business."

"I'm sorry," Rodger says, because he truly is, "I didn't mean to uncover something I shouldn't of." Another irratated sound. Oh, Razzle and Dazzle will be very upset that Rodger has upset Astro so. "I don't --" Astro takes a deep breath, leaning back against Rodger's door, "it's not fair. It's my secret. It's my business."

Ah. Injustice is something Rodger can handle very well. Astro is upset and Rodger has the ability to do something about that. "Perhaps," Rodger offers, "we should have this conversation later. When we're both well rested. For what it's worth, it is unfair."

Astro doesn't say anything. "Is this how you feel about me entering your dreams?"

Rodger makes a confused sound.

"Earlier," Astro says, "you said that you can't help noticing things like I can't help entering people's dreams."

The detective nods. "Does that upset you?" Astro asks.

"No," Rodger answers truthfully. He's still good at interviews, after all. "You cannot help it. It is your nature."

Astro doesn't seem any happier with that. He leaves, closing Rodger's door behind him. When Rodger is in the elevator, and tries to have the conversation Astro clearly wants to have, he is shut down.

He's not fine with that, but he cannot help that. Rodger was made based off a one demensional cartoon character. He was not supposed to have complex emotions. He keeps this to himself.

Regardless, Rodger is a detective. He can make educated guesses on his own time.

[couldpolyamorysavethem]

AANG, KATARA, SOKKA, TOPH BEIFONG, and ZUKO from AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

Justification:

"Forgive me if this has already been submitted, but I did a brief search on the blog and was shocked I didn't see it. Anyway, there's just so many fans that get so toxic about their ships over this literally children's cartoon. And (in my personal aromantic opinion) none of the ships are even that good. It's not worth fighting about. No more zUtArA vS kAtAaNg. They're all dating now. All of them. Except for Katara and Sokka because ew shut up. Also Yue lives and everyone's happy and dandy and great and fine because they're literal children and they deserve the world, not having to save it" - Anonymous

[djcarnationsblog]

Y'ALL HEAR ME OUT, HEAR ME OUT- (this is gonna have so many of my 2003 hcs in here and I do not apologize in advance/aff)

I GOT A 2003 LEOSAGI IDEA BUT IT'S A LITTLE LESS ROMANCE AND A LITTLE MORE-

LITTLE BROTHERS IN THEIR GREMLIN MODE

I feel like Leo was NOT subtle at all with his crush, and all of his brothers could tell. And so Usagi got invited over a lot more because EVERYONE wanted him over

(Leo did not sense the impending doom in this decision until it was too late)

So you see, there is the younger sibling way of law (imo), where the younger siblings are obligated to be gremlins to their oldest sibling, ESPECIALLY around the oldest sibling's crush.

And these motherfuckers DO NOT DISAPPOINT-

There was a time where Leo and Usagi were having pleasant conversation, y'know? They were chillin', it was all fine and dandy.

And then in the motherfucking distance you hear an approaching;

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-"

CUE MIKEY AND RAPH FUCKING BODY SLAMMING LEO INTO THE GROUND AND JUST START WRESTLING THIS MOTHERFUCKER, NO RHYME OR REASON BESIDES THE FACT THAT LEO'S BEEN TALKING TO USAGI AND THEY HAD TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT-

Usagi is just blinking rapidly off to the side, and Donnie just walks up beside him sippin' on some apple juice and just goes "Yeah, this is par for the course."

There was another time where Donnie and Mikey were hanging out with Usagi, showing him cartoons and shit.

And then all of a sudden Leo just bolts past the couch, running for his goddamn life with Raph hot on his trail with the most shit eating grin ever-

And when Mikey asks what's up, they turn around to witness Leo just parkour his fucking ass onto the wall-

and so now he's just climbing up as far as he can go while Raph is following him from the floor, calling after him and calling him all sorts of things while Leo's just yelling at him like "STOP!! SHUT UP!!! RAPH!!!!"

Now Mikey is losing his shit, Usagi is wondering how he got up there so easily, and Donnie?

Donnie's gettin' ideas dude. He's gettin' ideas.

So watch as this purple motherfucker grabs one of Mikey's stress balls, aims for it-

and just starts yeeting that ball at Leo.

Now Raph is losing his shit as Leo's trying to fend off this fucking ball that Donnie keeps pelting at him, and Usagi's like "Why are you throwing that at him??? What are you both doing??"

Donnie's response? "It's the younger brother in me. I gotta listen to it."

So now Mikey starts fuckin' with Leo and starts shouting "BURN THE TURTLE!!! BURN HIM AT THE STAKE!!! HIS NINJOSITY IS A SIN UPON THIS WORLD!!!"

Donnie turn to him like, "why the hell do you know about that???"

And then RAPH turns to him like, "Comparing Leo to a witch? That is an insult to the witches, Mikey, apologize."

So now they're ALL ganging up on Leo, who's yelling at them and clinging to dear life on one of the pipes on the CEILING howdidhegetthere-

And Usagi's in the back, muffling his chuckles because this is actually funny as fuck-

Poor Leo though.

Adding onto that scene, we have Raph be like, "Why are you up there anyways??? Aren't you scared of heights?"

Leonardo immediately defending himself in the wrong way by saying "I WAS A CHILD RAPH, I HAD A CHILD'S MIND IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!"

Usagi latches onto that SO quickly bro like- "You? A Ninja? You used to be afraid of heights?"

All three of the gremlins start laughing and Leo's sputtering to deflect like a motherfucker.

"Now-now here's the thing with younger brothers, Usagi, they lie all the time-"

"EXQUEESE ME???"

"NOW HOLD ON THERE, DUDE-"

"WHOMST THE FUCK IS LYING HERE?!?!?"

Raph rats out Leo so fast by recalling him being afraid of heights until like, he was five. And then Donnie IMMEDIATELY backs up his twin (yes I fw the hc of them being twins sue me-) by going "He was afraid until he was six. I counted."

Leo here though? Gotta defend his pride here bro-

"You know what, here's another thing about siblings-FUCK YOU BOTH-"

Y'ALL THEY AAAAALL STARTLED AT THAT BC LEO HERE DON'T CUSS MUCH UNTIL HE REALLY WANNA INSTILL THE FEAR OF GOD INTO YOU-

Mikey makin' that their cue to gtfo like "NOW WE GOTTA SKEDADDLE, NOW WE GOTTA GET THE DIDDLY DARN FUCK ON OUT OF HERE-"

The way they all ran for the hills the moment Leo dropped from the ceiling was GLORIOUS

(Leo will forever be proud of making Usagi laugh until he snorted.)

(Even though he had to kill some lil' bros to do it)

And so imagine when they get together, right?

Oh god, oh no, oh shit-

That ^^^ is exactly what goes through Leo's mind when he tells his brothers, because he KNOWS just what they're gonna exploit and fucking HOW-

Because here's the thing.

They're all turtles. They still got basic turtle instincts, no matter how much more human they act than turtle, it is IN THEIR NATURE TO BE TEETLEZ AND THAT WILL BACKFIRE SO HARD ON LEO THAT HE FAILS SUCCESSFULLY???? SORT OF???

Like, here, look-

Imagine the amount of shit they would spill to Usagi about Leo, not only regarding things like his love language and shit, but also about basic turtle love language.

One of those being the fact that turtles will tap/slap their mates on the face to show affection. Albeit for the turtle boys, the slaps would be pretty gentle and shit.

Usagi? Found this hilarious.

He did this the first time he came to visit as Leo's official boyfriend. They were all excited to see him (and excited to see if he'd go through with it, cuz c'mon, who doesn't want Leo blackmail?) and Leo's just happy to see his bby again cause Leonardo 'I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU AND YOU ARE GORGEOUS AND EVERYTHING I COULD EVER WANT AND NEED IN MY LIFE' Splinterson is what some may call a 'Raging Homosexual'

So they greet each other with a hug, all's well and they're happy to see each other.

And then Usagi taps him on both of his cheeks with a mischievous lil' smile.

THE WAY THIS MOTHERFUCKER SHUTS RIGHT THE FUCK DOWN-

OH THIS POOR POOR BOI, OH YOU POOR THING

FUCKING SUFFER

The way his hands were flapping like crazy almost the entire day afterwards was honestly the most adorable thing Usagi had ever seen.

And it felt nice when Leo shyly tapped him back. It was very cute-

There's also the thing where like, apart from not being fond of most touch, turtles and some tortoises definitely don't mind shell scratches or neck scratches.

You can easily tell how Usagi got his ass trapped under an eeping Leo on the couch. He didn't even have the heart to try and move the bitch, they both just fell asleep there.

Mikey got his well deserved $20 out of their bet.

NOW I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE SO RIP RIGHT THERE, BUT LIKE, Y'ALL SEE THE VISION RIGHT??? TRUST ME, THESE LITTLE SHITS WOULD DIAL UP THE LITTLE SHITERY TO A TWELVE

Leo wants to hate them, but like, they sorta helped him bag a bad bitch so he can't ENTIRELY complain

[pumpkinsy0]

idk if uve done smth like this before but curly n pony smoking together (weed or cigarettes ur choice 💥) for the first time hcs,,,,,?

ive made a good chunk of hcs about their first time smoking weed but i have enough to make different instances of it so ill just,,,use this one to expand my 2000s au,,

•it was in curlys basement, and ik u might b asking, these mfs r poor, how do they have a basement in the economy of the 2000s🤔🤔🤔 and to that i say!!!☝🏽☝🏽 SHUT UP🙎🏽‍♀️🙎🏽‍♀️point is theres a lot of bs that goes on in that basement and this one of em

•curly stole that blunt from tim, he knew tim had a stash but aint no where but he FOUND IT and he WILL steal more he has no shame

•pony was in that fucked up beanbag chair stressin, he barely even likes drinking y would he like getting high😭 BUT pony has a small problem w addiction when it comes to smoking so he wasnt shitting his fucking pants type of stressin just a “should we be doin this” kind

•to show pony it was all fine and dandy, curly went first, after that he told pony to get closer so he could teach him how to do it (or at least the way he saw tim doin it)

•and as u know,,,them getting high is THEE gayest thing ever goin on between them, pony was a little closer than really necessary and curly was staring at ponys lips a littleeee to long (he says its to make sure pony inhales right)(its not)(he rlly wants to kiss brah)

•after that point, theyre leaning on each other (to be fair thats just bc they r a lil too faded to sit completely up) and they just keep staring at each other, like way longer than necessary, if anyone else was down w them, theyd be freaked out

•pony strikes me as the type to watch documentaries when hes high meanwhile curly would probably watch “dumbass cartoons” as he put it and watch flapjack and chowder, they were FIGHTING for control over that small ass hand me down shitty quality tv down there

•at some point curly had to lock tf in and act like he wasnt high cause his parents were home, he walked up those stairs like “🙎🏿”, he was too focused on looking sober😭😭

•tim ABSOLUTELY noticed something was up in his drawer and went to the basement and found those two, and curly and pony r SO lucky their parents r home or else tim REALLY woulda flipped his shit

•tim did NOT feel like getting into it w darry so he had to find a way to get pony less high fast, it was a very interesting next few hours

[asherashedwings]

Thinking about all the fandoms that are canon in my Interconnected AU

Fazbear Entertainment and Gardenview were competing businesses before GV got shut down

Furries can either be yokai from RotTMNT or come from CotL Europe

A section of the backrooms exist that is just Regretevator

There’s so many fucking types of aliens. There’s Hominids, Gnarpians, Kraang, Penelians. Technically any Minecraft and Monster Hunter creature are also aliens.

Thinking about FNaF and Dandy’s World more. If DW has been around long enough to have vintage designs for their characters, then their cartoons likely came out before Fazbears. I mean, earliest depiction we have of a Fazbear cartoon is Fredbear and Friends in 1983, which may not even be a cartoon. It could be a commercial for all we know.

But Fazbear was making big money, and these cartoons contributed to that. So DW decided to take the fight to Fazbear’s home terf: attractions. And they started Gardenview, an educational center for children. But then disaster struck and DW was pushed out of the competition, unable to make a comeback from the loss.

Now Im just thinking about if any of the FNF Squad would have seen the DW cartoons in their youth in my AU. It would line up, since the episodes did air when they were younger.

Hehehehehe i love my stupid crossover AU

Realizing how fucking deranged all of this is gonna sound for people who aren't already familiar with the Interconnected AU.

I really need to make an updated introductory video for this thing. I've added too much shit

[mysterybooks-world]

As mentioned in my previous post

And don't make me starts about this time When Jack join your temple or the good side Like Omi says in the the second season (episode 22: The Apprentice ) first They didn't give Jack the right size of clothes

secondly This scene here They made Jack clean their dirty clothes while Omi and Dojo judged him and And they orde him around such as Omi say Release your anger and the soap too else Dojo tells him not to skip in the soap I like the Fresh smell of spring Then suddenly A pile of dirty clothes falls on Jack because of dump truck in it Raimundo & Kimiko & Clay Then they laughed at him

thirdly This scene here They made him wash all the dirty dishes And then Omi appeared from the kitchen sink And he said Clean your anger and Years of bitter Then else Dojo showed up to say to Jack And use a lot of Anti-bacterial soap I'm kind of allergic to Germs Then when Dojo put down the cup In the pile of dishes at make it fall on Jack who screams

Fourthly the Scene Omi and Dojo drink tea While Jack is cleaning the floor Then Omi tells to him work until evil comes out And there is Nothing but goodness Then Dojo did something annoying he said And of course, Until the tea stains disappear spilled tea on the floor And laughs Jack is anger threw some soap at him Then Dojo says hey You did this on purpose Jack says No I didn't Then he threw the bucket at Dojo I did that on purpose Then he turned his head to the left And see angry Omi Jack said what and I say that Jack has every right to do this

and Finally, in this scene When they were in front of Jack's room Omi Asks him: will Jack Spicer What were you thinking on your first day of training He did not answer him because Jack passed out from exhaustion on the bed Then Clay said I hate to admit But to have Spicer around Not so bad else smirk Kimiko said Especially does all our chores then Raimundo else said And my underwear was never did smell so Fresh And the last of them Dojo said and my litter box Clean enough to eat in out of it

This Scene was the last straw of my nerves I mean really Omi You really ask him how his training was With all your innocent words As if you and your friends did nothing wrong You really are the worst heroes I mean, that's what you call that training !!! Omi, You literally made Jack a servant to you and your team not to a good person

And by the way, I don't blame Jack for being evil again I remember once reading something someone say: Omi stuff good in Jack's throat And that's really what Omi did he forced Everyone to be a good side and I say Omi is clueless and stupid And honestly I don't blame Chase Young in choosing Omi There are many things in common with them

Someone help him.

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : The Whole World

Summary: This is everything Natasha could want and more.

Genre: Fluff Fluff and Implied Smut

Word Count: 1,300

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The morning starts perfectly. Not literal perfection, but perfect in every way that matters to Natasha.

When the sun breaks through the blinds it wakes her and you, but neither of you move. Natasha takes you in, eyes trailing over your face: those eyes she loves that have yet to open, the lips she longs to kiss at every given moment of the day, your nose that scrunches at times while you’re asleep. 

She reaches forward and gently moves the hairs on your forehead away, then leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“If we don’t wake up now we’ll get woken up.” She mumbles, kissing your cheek this time.

A groan falls from your lips and you scoot closer to her, burying your face in her neck,“ she can try all she wants, I’m not moving.”

Natasha laughs, low and raspy from sleep. Her arm wraps around your waist and your legs tangle together in an attempt to be closer than before.

Your wife’s laughter brings a smile to your face and you phyically can’t stop yourself from kissing her. Early on in your relationship you never would’ve kissed her seconds after waking up, subjecting her to your morning breath or having to taste hers. It’s been a number of years now and she’s your wife not your girlfriend so morning breath be damned. 

“Good morning.” You mumble against her lips.

She hums it back, smiling sweetly at you.

Just a minute of silence passes, which makes you both frown, and quickly glance over at the clock.

The both of you sit up and look over to the door, expecting your little girl to come bolting into the room, Liho behind her.

“Should we be concerned?” Natasha asks.

With a chuckle and a shake of your head, you begrudingly climb out of bed, pulling on a pair of shorts and one of Natasha’s sweaters. She of course comments on it, raising a brow and asking what’s wrong with your clothes. 

You reply with a,“ they don’t smell like you,” wink at her, and leave. 

Natasha is quick to tug on some clothes herself and follow after you.

“Tash, baby, grab some towels please!”

Frowning, she asks how many, said frown getting deeper when you say a lot. 

With her arms full of towels she pads down the hall into your daughters room. The grey walls, white furniture, and pink accents greet her. And she’s drawn to the ensuite bathroom by the sounds of your daughters squeals and your controlled replies.

The second she gets at the door she sees the water flooding the floor, spilling over the edge of the tub with each movement from your daughter.

Holding back her laughter, Natasha drops a couple towels on the floor,“ what happened in here?” 

Liho eases a paw into the room, only to jump back at the touch of water, and instantly leave the room.

“Momma I made my bath!” Alyiana exclaims, smacking her hands down into the water, effectively splashing you with water.

Pressing your lips together, you wipe the water off your face with the towel your wife throws to you.

As she moves further into the bathroom, she drops towels to soak up the water, until she’s squating beside the tub. You unplug the drain so majority of the water can go out.

“Dobroye utro printessa.” Natasha smiles at the little girl, smoothing her wet hair back from her face.

The red head’s eyes roam her daughter’s face, eyes a mix of green and y/e/c, nose a smaller version of yours, and hair as red as her own.

“Dobroye utro!” Your daughter replies, excitedly kissing Natasha’s cheek, leaving tiny spots of sods behind. 

Smiling at the two of them, you ask Natasha to help Alyiana finish up before moving to clean up the mess your daughter made. 

After she and the bathroom is all cleaned up, the three of you head downstairs. The whole while, Alyiana excitedly tells you all about her dream, something involving mermaids and space. 

It lasts until you’ve put breakfast on the table.

“You excited to spend the day with the Starks?” You ask the little girl, passing your wife a cup of coffee.

“Yes!” she bounces in her seat as she says it, quickly launching into a rant about what she hopes they do. You knowing that the Starks plan to take their daughter and yours to a water park.

She and Morgan got along so well after they met, even though Morgan is three years older. The two are practically inseperable. 

Natasha raises an eyebrow at you. It’s been a while since the two of you have had any time alone and she’s now incredibly excited. 

When you’ve all finished breakfast, Natasha scoops Alyiana up in her arms and they go to watch cartoons. 

Holding her little girl in her arms and watching the formidably childish, underwater based show, she can’t help but smile. 

“Mommy look, Gary ran away!”

“Oh no.” She feigns upset for her daughter’s sake. 

All the while you were pulling out the little girl’s swimwear and clothes to cover. 

“Alyia come on, the Starks’ll be here soon!” You call out to her.

Placing a kiss on Natasha’s cheek, she wiggles out of her hold, and runs off to you. Natasha takes that time to tidy up the house, tossing Alyiana’s toys in the basket in the hallway.

There’s a knock on the front door that draws her towards it, Tony on the other side, immieditely smiling at the woman when she opens the door.

“Natalie hey, how are ya?” He side steps her into the house.

She rolls her eyes at the man’s ongoing joke.“ I’m good Tony. You?”

“Dandy.” 

“You know to keep your eyes on my kid at all times right? Cause I would hate to have to kill you if anything happens to her. And I mean anything, if she so much as gets a splinter-”

“We do this every time Romanoff-”

Ignoring the fact that he cut her off, she continues,“ this includes my niece. Morgan better be in perfect conidition the next time I see her.”

Tony looks at her incredulously, only to see a joking smirk on her lips. 

He rolls his eyes and chuckles. Gaze falling to you and Alyiana.

“Uncle T!” She rushes towards the man, wrapping his legs in a hug as he hugs her back as well. 

Tony picks your daughter up and smiles at you,“ hey Y/N.” 

“Sup Tony.”

“Promise I’ll bring her back in one perfect piece.” 

“You better.” Leaning forward, you kiss her cheek,“ have fun sweetie.”

Natasha kisses her other cheek,“ we love you printcessa.”

After promising to be on her best behavior, you watch as Tony helps your daughter into the car, and pulls of with a wave.

Natasha shuts the door and you collapse on to thr couch. 

Sighing loudly, you stretch out, legs splaying. 

“Finally we can get some sleep.” 

The woman shakes her head, moving towards you. Her knee rests in the spce between your legs, as she leans down to hover over you.

“Come on malyshka, we have the house all to ourselves.”

“Exactly, which means I can sleep right here on the couch and not have to worry about my daughter jumping on my lungs.” As you speak your eyes remain closed.

Natasha wars within herself. She’d never want to pressure you into sleeping with her, even though she is craving your touch.

With a nod, she starts to move,“ okay.”

You reach for her arm,“ come on Tasha, the last thing I want to do is sleep, especially when you look this breathtaking.”

“So you were messing with me?” Her eyebrow quirks in that incredibly sexy way.

“Um, yes?” 

Green eyes darken,“ ya sobirayus' pogubit' tebya.”

You feel the flood pool between your legs and bite your lip,“ god I hope so.”

******

[brideofcthulhu10]

Eek! I requested but tumblr was being dumb, so I dunno if you got it or not! I remember it though! - I'm happy to have made your day! I relate to you on the insomnia, especially sleeping at 4 am. I hope you get some sleep! I think I just need some fluff right now, (it's 4:19 am and I'm playing with my piercings while reading and listening to music, so perhaps something involving the insomnia we share? I dunno) and who better to be fluff with than Marko? Right? The boy just needs some love 🥺❤️

Sounds perfect! I just so happen to have some perfect fluff in my handy dandy notebook!

MARKO FLUFF

Marko is my sweet baby, I adore him, I'll take any excuse to write more about him!

Marko gets a tad fidgety before bed, very similar to a toddler with that sudden burst of hyper just before the sun comes out. He'll take a good few hits of Paul's wacky tobacky to curve his energy. He knows the sun is rising, he should be tired... but he can't help it, his mind is going a million miles an hour! The best way to describe it is a loopy kind of tired, he'll usually either get giggly, or try to keep the other boys from falling asleep so he's not awake alone, or start asking the most ridiculous questions. Just hanging upside down in the cave with his hands behind his head as something will randomly pop in his head

"Psst, Paul. Paul. Hey man, you still awake?"

"Yeah dude, what's up?"

"Do you think pigeons get nightmares?"

"I dunno... maybe? Probably I guess. Like cats and stuff?"

Cue David in the most half asleep, mumbled monotone he can muster through his teeth.

"I'm going to give you two ten seconds to shut the fuck up and go to sleep"

He does secretly miss the sunset, the way it used to light up the whole sky in fire. It's one of the few things he misses about being human. Thankfully with the plethora of cinema now he can be content with watching movies. The beach waves really help him sleep, it's something he could never be bored with. The seagulls trying best in their cave, that gets old quick. When he first turned he would still try to peek at the sunset, but of course any glimmer of sunlight would char his undead skin. Cue him sulking for a few hours in the cave, arms crossed with a pouting lip.

Wrestling is pretty common amongst the 4 boys when bored out of their skulls. Marko is quick with a headlock, laughing like an idiot when Dwayne lifts him by his belt and flings him over his shoulder. Doesn't stop him from flying onto the ceiling then dive bombing Paul. Noogies for all, beware! Four teenage guys under one toppled, hole filled roof? Roughhousing will ensue, and furniture is not against the rules. Well, really there are no rules at that point. 

"Dudes, boardwalk's having a movie night we gotta go!" Waves flyer as he runs into the cave, leaves out the part he only found it because the wind slapped it up against his head on his way back from a food run. He'll beg to go, which doesn't take much convincing since it always got slower around winter time. Popcorn is a must, and he'll plop down in the comfiest spot. It's gotta be just right, middle not too close, not too far away. Definitely one to shush you if you try talking over his favorite scenes. His favorite movie is probably either Aliens or Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Who doesn't love cartoon violence? I absolutely picture him being a secret scifi nerd, like loving all the futuristic space stuff , "buying" tabloids with the most ridiculous titles (ie "I Married a Wolf Man"). He's not really a conspiracy theorist or anything, but he's definitely curious what else could be out there

When Chinese food grows old, his next favorite food is a good, classic burger. Honestly he's a bit of a foodie, he loves trying whatever weird concoction they have brewing on the boardwalk. He'll ride down to the nearest burger joint and order a chocolate shake and a double bacon cheeseburger with chili fries- hold any garlic. He'll of course get something for everybody, carrying a little scrap of paper with the various requests. You don't tell him what you want, fine it'll be a surprise. Paul of course has to steal some fries, to the point that Marko will get him an order even if he says he doesn't want any.

"My fucking fries count as wanting fries, man."

Believe it or not he does read when bored, but even better if someone reads to him. Hopeless romantic is too strong a word, but he does secretly wonder about how it'd be to have a mate. Laying on their lap, listening to them read aloud while playing with his hair. The thought always makes him smile. His favorite book is Lord of the Flies, second being The Crucible, it makes him wonder if there really are witches. He figures if vampires exist, why not other things? David is the first to dismiss said questions. It's not like knowing would make much a difference, he's content with what they already know. Fair enough, but he still keeps his little questions locked in his own mind. On lazy nights he'll lounge on a torn up couch with his feet propped up zoning out to a good read, sinking until he's practically being eating by the cushions. He'll definitely fall asleep on the couch with the book covering his face if you leave him there

Red hands is a favorite boredom game he'll challenge Paul to. Rock, Paper, Scissors was too predictable. Both are pretty evenly matched and snicker like idiots every time to other flinches. Lots of cussing whenever they lose, and you bet they count flinching as a reason to lay down a quick SMACK!

"Two for flinching!"

"It's only one you ass!"

Eventually try to challenge Dwayne to it and pester him until he agrees, only become increasingly frustrated when he repeatedly loses. When he finally gets a hit in, he definitely gets over excited and it's like being slapped by a bear. They've since stopped bugging him to play. Paul was ballsy enough to try and challenge David, and Marko had never seen him move so fast. Paul lost five times in a row and just rage quit by that point.

[ducktracy]

122. boom boom (1936)

release date: february 29th, 1936

series: looney tunes

director: jack king

starring: tommy bond (beans), joe dougherty (porky), billy bletcher (soldiers, enemy, general hardtack)

something you don’t see everyday—a cartoon released on february 29th. jack king’s first official cartoon prominently featuring porky (he made a very small cameo in hollywood capers). jack king would only direct a handful of porky cartoons, but they’re effectively disconcerting, strange, and downright offputting. at the same time, they’re fascinating because of that. we don’t really get any of that offbeat mood here. instead, beans and porky are soldiers in the midst of the great war. they’re sent to rescue their hostage general, but the obviously unsafe environment makes that task quite a challenge.

if the title isn’t an obvious indication as to what the cartoon entails, the opening shot of bombs exploding amuck solidifies our understanding immediately. i already love the lighting of the explosions reflecting off the fence, very moody. while king isn’t as cinematographic as, say, frank tashlin, he certainly is more ambitious with his camera angles and staging than friz freleng or even tex avery. a closeup of a bomb exploding in the dirt transitions to a shot of silhouettes charging forward. elsewhere, a dog blows his bugle, interrupted by a bomb. the bomb explodes and he now lies on the ground, injured, weakly blaring out “taps”. great, snappy timing.

some more explosions and violence just for the hell of it. a cannon is extended, targeting a dog perched inside a chimney and shooting below. the perspective on the cannon is great, a lovely curved shot as a dog pops out and conks the other dog on the head with a mallet, who slumps over. fatal cartoon violence!

elsewhere, a horse is desperately attempting to weave in and out of a barrage of bullets. a particularly threatening bullet follows him closely, tearing his backpack and clothes to shreds and attempting to do the same ritual to his metal helmet. the bullet weasels its way under and propels the helmet upwards, shredding a hole right in the middle of it. animation is quick, fast, and exhilarating. the hat snaps back down to its rightful owner with such force that the horse gets himself stuck inside the helmet, the helmet acting like body-fitting handcuffs.

nevertheless, the horse manages to seek refuge in a crumbling building, shutting the door with his foot. no matter-the bullet shoots right through the door and explodes almost everything in sight. lovely, rubbery, smooth animation as the bullet thins out and turns into a snake-like saw, tearing the helmet restraint off of the horse, who’s ducking. the bullet zips away, and buys the horse enough time to gallop over to a shelf full of bullets. now, the horse drags over part of a broken piano (not unlike the harman-ising days), the mallets hitting the bullets and firing them off. unfortunately for the horse, a spare bullet crashes right behind him and explodes. a looney tunes staple as we see the angel of the horse floating carelessly in heaven, strumming yankee doodle dandy on a lyre. death, always a good punchline! (see daffy going to hell and coming to terms with it in draftee daffy. it’s hilarious!)

another collection of gags as the soldiers engage in the fight. a particularly dopey dog with a prominent overbite fires a pop gun, the cork flying back and smacking him right between the eyes. meanwhile, a dog shooting a machine gun trembles from the impact as he slowly walks away. back to the overbite dog, shooting again and this time pulling his helmet over his face for protection. just as he believes he’s outsmarted himself, he pulls the helmet back up, just in time to be pinged once more (a gag parallel to porky’s trouble with a rubber horseshoe in the village smithy).

the stuttering dog from into your dance and hollywood capers pulls the pin out of a hand grenade and mistakenly tosses the pin instead. the impact of the explosion sends the dog flying into the air. conveniently, a first aid truck happens to be trucking on by. the driver scoops up the dog in a net and dumps him carelessly into the back of the truck.

porky’s turn for the spotlight. he whistles as a signal to his soldier buddies, and they all dive into the war zone. smart of his buddies to jump back into the trench, leaving porky alone to his oblivious self. he crawls forward on his hands and knees, visibly wary. a famous jack king hat take as his helmet flies into the air in surprise at the sound of a distant explosion. he tugs at his collar, sweat beading his face. he tiptoes forward...

and immediately flies back into the trench, right inside of their base (a great transition between the scenes as his body hurtling forward wipes the screen). he attempts to dive under a bunk bed for shelter (occupied by beans), but instead breaks the bed thanks to his weight.

beans wakes up and scratches his head in befuddlement. he shrugs it off, jumping out of bed and dragging the cowardly porcine by the feet. porky rises to his feet as beans pats him on the shoulder reassuringly—“take it easy, porky ol’ boy! take it easy!” porky’s not one for the war life as he stutters “phooey! i wish i’d-a stayed on the farm!” a fellow soldier, a snarky hippo, pops his head up from his bunk and chides “is mama’s little man afraid?”

just as porky’s about to assert that no, mama’s little man is NOT afraid, the sound of a nearby explosion interrupts his confident façade. he cowers under a table while the surrounding soldiers mock him, all singing “you’re in the army now” (including vocals provided by a random duck). porky shudders audibly at the thought. beans orders porky to snap out of it, and helps himself to spoonfuls of (heh :)) beans, porky cautiously peering out from beneath the table.

elsewhere, a bird flies amongst the fire, inevitably getting shot and spiraling towards the ground, right into the trench. it drags itself inside, where porky and beans are having a hearty meal of baked beans. exhausted, the bird collapses right in front of the duo. beans notices a scroll lodged in the bird’s helmet and pulls it out. it reads: AM BEING HELD PRISONER BY ENEMY IN OLD FARMHOUSE. SEND HELP — GEN. HARDTACK”.

right away, beans drags porky along as they race out of the trench. beans wastes no time boarding a motorcycle, leaving porky in the dust. speedy, quick animation as beans practically runs porky over, tossing him into the sidecar. the speed is to be commended—it actually conveys a sense of urgency and exhilaration. it seems tex’s knack for speed as demonstrated in gold diggers of ‘49 is finally rubbing off. porky struggles to keep his hat from flying away in the wind.

an anthropomorphized bullet (the original bullet bill!) has its sights set on beans and porky. a lovely overhead shot as it watches them speed by, hurtling straight after. the sense of speed is heightened even more, a tame parallel to tex’s speed in gold diggers. lovely, dynamic shots as they fly past curves and weave through trees, even running right into a tree that separates the motorcycle and the sidecar.

regardless, beans and porky reunite as they fly over the battlefield, their transportation falling beneath them. the bullet still whizzes after them, and the two dive into a hole for cover. the bullet explodes, yet porky and beans pop out unscathed like whack-a-moles in the distance. a lovely visual and great use of cartoon physics as the two physically lift up their hole and carry it a few feet, transplanting it back into the ground and ducking once more as another explosion endangers them.

seemingly alone, bullet nowhere in sight, beans and porky dash to a crumbling building, both peering inside. general hardtack is being tortured by his captors, bound up by ropes. one of the captors lights a candle under his feet and gives him the hot foot, forcing him to talk. beans comments “that’s general hardtack!”, and with some quick thinking he ties a spool of barbed wire to a nearby rocket.

with the strike of a match, the rockets are ignited and propel straight inside. the rocket wraps up one of the enemies with barbed wire, and then the other. beans and porky save the day as they push both captors over, beans cutting the rope off of the general, much to his gratitude.

now free, all three of them rush outside and spot a parked plane. they board and prepare to fly home. of course, no one is safe in war, not even the heroes of the cartoon. the plane is almost immediately shot to pieces, nosediving straight to the ground. fade transition as our heroes are now all in a hospital bed, bandaged up tight. the general awards beans a ribbon, who rips it in half and pins the other shred to porky. iris out as they all have a good laugh about it. such is war!

certainly one of king’s best entries by far. this is one of the rare cartoons i have actually seen before, but seldom remembered. while i’ve repeatedly mentioned how offputting his porky cartoons are (this is more of a beans cartoon honestly), it is interesting to see how he characterizes porky for the first time—as a bumbling coward. the energy was very high and upbeat in this one, and it actually conveyed a sense of urgency and exhilaration, which i welcome with open arms. the gags weren’t too side-splittingly funnt, but they aren’t exactly dull either. the horse dying and going to heaven is always a plus. beans and porky had a nice dynamic going, and this cartoon does have a lot of personality. the animation was stellar, very fluid, smooth, rubbery, malleable, and fun. while this isn’t the most fantastic cartoon out there, it’s certainly one of the better ones we’ve seen thus far, and potentially worth a watch just for the hell of it.

link!

[frekydeki]

Abstractions

Summary: A simple invitation for coffee, ice scream, tea, whatever it was, turned out to be a little more than you bargained for... Caught in the hot pursuit for the Winter Soldier, you have to play your cards safely, and keep them even closer to your chest; for yours and Bucky’s safety.

Pairing: (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Authors note: I had posted this on a previous account (that I recently deleted) and it was titled ‘A Little Bit of Magic’. I’m tagging you ( @ilikehocolatemilk09, @learisa) just in case you want to keep being tagged in the rewritten and newest chapters, so lemme know if you do! Thanks!

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3: Upcoming

You are no stranger to unfortunate events. In fact, you like to joke that your special power is bad luck and misfortune. Dr. Strange never believed in misfortunes - he called it a lack of skill and awful coordination - but once he heard your life story over that first cup of tea in New York, he's become a little more open-minded. You are blunt, upfront about your feelings and thoughts, so you like to tell the short version of your extensive history: You were born to farmers - quite a tasteful occupation compared to the one you hold today - but they perished not too soon after your birth in a stray missile from a battle between some lame mercenaries and the local militia. You were found in the rubble by the mercenaries, taken back to their stinky grovel of a base, and sold to the highest bidder; said bidder was a HYDRA scientist with a watering mouth to ruin another promising kid. Until you were sixteen, you were a guinea pig; they did everything they could think of to you... Their little concoction resulted in you, an emotionally unstable - yet cocky and bubbly - electrocuting, foul-mouthed, enhanced ray of sunshine mastering the mystical arts under the lovely Dr. Strange. 

"Good morning, Mr. Strange." You call after a bite of your apple, not bothering to lift your eyes from the book you are sucking dry of information. "Doctor." He corrects routinely as he pours himself some coffee and scans the newspaper, humming interest, "This Mr. Barnes is continuing to peak my interest. Says here he was behind the bombing..." You nod and express your feigned astonishment with a huff of air. "I've always wanted to meet him." You mumble, fingering the old pages of the book. "He was kept by HYDRA too, I was thinking we could get together, have a little pow wow with the Black Widow or somethin'." The sound of Dr. Strange clicking his tongue at you elicited a smirk on your plump lips. You both have kept an eye on this Mr. Barnes for a few months now. He's pretty good at keeping his head low, but you - you're not too big on tooting your own horn, keep in mind - happened to be one of the best at finding Waldo in those cartoon books; of course a high profile, wanted criminal with a villainous vibe of any teenage fantasy novel is no hard task for you to find. "If you want a pow wow with him, Y/n, you should get to sending your invitation before he is arrested by authorities." Surrendering your hands, you stand and close your book, finally meeting his eyes with a small smile on your lips. "I've never been good with invitations and socialization; every time I asked a man to go get some coffee with me, he's stabbed me with a needle... Anyways, you're the teacher and universe protecting whatever... Shouldn't you, not the student - who's me - be going to chit chat with Mister Barnes?" Stephen only allowed one side of his lip to lift. "You're an awful student who doesn't go along with my Brittany Spears jokes, so take this as your punishment and learn from your mistakes." "What can I say, they're toxic," You lift your eyes to his in triumph, "I'm gonna get in the shower. I'll go and grab a drink with this Mr. Barnes after, if you'd still like me too." Stephen dismisses you with a wave and turns to the fridge, retrieving all the ingredients he needs for his "nutritiously balanced" breakfast; living with a doctor like him is a damn nuisance. You move on muscle memory through the halls, all the way to your room. You lightly shut the door behind yourself, tossing your book on your cluttered desk and yanking your towel from the hook on your wall. Last night was another awful night of sleep on that good for nothing mattress you've been stuck with for years - you hate to blame your insomnia on something so trivial, but it's better than to admit the truth - so you rush to put yourself under that steaming water to wake yourself and your muscles up. It's over too soon - a bad habit you can't seem to shake from your childhood in that facility - and you step out ten minutes after you stepped in, feeling like a new woman. You brush your teeth, and don't bother to stare in the mirror too long, before you rough up your hair with your towel and dress in your very own uniform; a plain gray t-shirt, dark, ripped jeans, fluffy socks that you yank over the end of your jeans, and house slippers dawning your love for Deadpool. You've never been one to do your hair very reliably, so after yanking your brush through it, you pull on your navy-blue hoodie and slide down the hall to find out your plan for the day. You catch Strange just sitting down to eat his breakfast, clad in his Supreme Being get up as usual, and carry his coffee over to him; he always forgets it on the counter. "Thank you." You chime a happy response and sit across from him, waiting for the owner of the second plate to show. You flick your head towards it. "Is Christine swinging by for breakfast before her shift starts?" Your brows raise in question as he clears his throat and nods. Silence falls over you both awkwardly, your fingers tapping against the glass table and Stephen nose deep in the newspaper he's read through about ten times now. "So, am I going to go on a date or what?" You ask, glancing to the dark picture on the front page of the newspaper. "We might get mixed up in something bigger than we want to deal with, Y/n." He sighs. Your lips purse as your heart sinks a little in disappointment. You have to admit, you're on the line just as he is. You have bad memories stuck in those blue eyes of Mr. Barnes, but you also get this weird pressure in your chest when you think about just how much hopelessness is running through him in this moment. He has to run away, again... They just won't leave him alone... And that breaks your heart. "Think about it Mr-" "Doctor. Jesus (Y/N) how many times do I have to say this?" You dead pan at the man before you, tracing every feature of his face before the corner of your lips pull down into a drastic frown. "I'll start calling you Doctor Strange when you start cleaning up after yourself." "I've got much more important things to do than dishes-" "Anyways," You send him a sharp glare through your determined eyes, "We've been trailing Mr. Barnes for a long time now. And we haven't seen any concerning behaviors that could even point to this sort stuff!" "He's murdered several people." Your stomach flips as your eyes cool from determined to slightly hurt. "You know he didn't have a choice in that matter." You say in a near whisper. Dr. Strange lifts his eyes to you, slowly piecing together the thoughtlessness of his words. He finally sits his newspaper down and leans on the table with his elbows, scratching the hair on his chin. "As I said before, (Y/N), this might be much bigger than us." "Dormamu... That's bigger than us. And you sailed right into that!" You retort, barely noting the sound of the front door shutting. "Listen, Strange, you got yourself mixed up in this stuff when you agreed to take me in." Stephen's eyes look up to your own, trying to read the message behind them, "We should try and help him. See if we can get him out of the mess he's in." "You know we really only deal with problems that aren't... Of this world." His head tilts in reasoning, but you refuse to be talked down. You stand and take a deep breath. "You have performed thousands of surgeries and have a PhD in basically everything but you still can't come up with a good excuse." You stop and look to him from the archway, leaning your hand and cheek on the dark oak with a pleasent smile surfacing on your lips, "I'm going to drop by, see what he's up to and get a feel for what's going on." You conclude. Golden sparks indicate your dramatic exit, but Strange stops you before you finish making the portal. His eyes, caught in conflict, stare at you until they fall to your feet. "In those?" Your expression falls along with your expectation of some dramatic one-liner, and you look to your slippers. "At least look a little cooler. You'll make this organization look a fool if you leave here in superhero slippers and a hoodie." You groan and stomp off to your room, exchanging your Deadpool slippers for a pair of black high-tops before you pull on a jean jacket over your hoodie. You clomp back into the kitchen, glaring at Strange. Arms thrown out, you wait for his approval. "Is this good -" you stop and look to the woman smiling happily at you - "Good morning, Christine. How are you?" "Great. You?" "Just dandy, thanks for asking." You return your attention to Strange, "Good enough for you?" He chuckles and nods, dismissing you with his hand again. "Yes, now go, or you're going to lose the soldier to the police. We found him easy, the others can't be too far behind." You turn your chin up and nod, sparking your portal open. You barely take time to examine the dirty wall of the apartment before you step through and punch your hands into your pockets. The portal closes behind you as your concentration shatters and you find two sets of eyes on you; all three of you caught off guard. All the attention you were sparing to the hair tickling your nose is given to the two men in the room instantly. The tension in the air nearly strangled you as your eyes bolt between the serious glares they send to you. Your hands surrender quickly. "Oh jeeze..." You exclaim, hissing in your mistake through your teeth. "Did I-" You stop and share another glance with Captain America and Bucky Barnes, slowly gesturing a circle between the two - "Did I interrupt, something?" "Who... Are you?" Captain America asks, switching his weight between his feet. Your eyes glance to the ceiling, along with Bucky Barnes. "You guys are in quite the stinker, aren't you?" You ask before turning to try and glance out the window; they are blocked by newspaper. You click your tongue as you squint through a crack in the pasted papers, "You know," You sigh, turning back to the brunette, "Letting sunlight in helps with depression; even the smallest things can help." "I don't have time for this." Captain America mumbles under his breath. Your eyes turn around the entire apartment, your tongue swelling slightly with the realization that you're surrounded on all sides. The hero turns his clear blue eyes back to his friend, ignoring your presence. You fold your hands in front of you awkwardly, swallowing as you catch the intense exchange. "This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck." He pleads. The soldier continues to draw his left hand from a glove, to reveal a silver hand before sighing in a defeated tone, "It always ends in a fight." Your heart wrenches in your chest at his words, and then it quickens, knowing that you're going to be caught in the middle of it. You shiver with anticipation, unsure of what to do; should you get mixed up in all of this? Confliction runs through you until those blue orbs meet your own and you're sent into a sea of your own memories; you'd help him. "You pulled me from the river!" Captain America yells his eyes tearing from you in frustration. "Why?" The loud breath that comes from Bucky draws your attention to him, and he looks to Captain America. "I don't know." "Yes, you do." The hero lowly said. You swallow and put a shaky finger up, both eyes looking towards you. "Excuse me, if I could just bother you to -" A grenade pummels through the kitchen window, which Captain America easily flicks away from him with his shield. Another comes through the window behind you, howling past your ear and picking up some of your damp hair, landing at your feet. You kick it towards Bucky, who then sends it to the Captain to throw his shield on top of. "To perhaps answer a few of my questions as well?" You finish before Bucky throws his mattress up to block you both from another grenade. The front door rattles with police trying to force their way in; you step from the hallway and watch Bucky calmly as he hurdles his small table in the way, so they won't be able to get in. You coo in admiration of his strength, your hands still in front of you. "You're sure not getting your deposit back on this place." You mumble to yourself, rocking on your heels in the madness of the situation. You jump slightly, however, to the window shattering and a soldier hopping in, his rifle directed at your chest. Panic sets in and blinds you as you push the gun away and land a hard punch to his throat; in any normal situation you would have shivered at the sound of his throat snapping and the gargling noises, but you are in survival mode now. Gun shots sound from the kitchen as you watch the man fall to the ground; you throw up a shield instinctively. From the balcony more men begin to file in, the Captain and Buck heading the charge there... "Strange is not going to be happy that I am in this situation." You mumble as you bite your lip, ignoring Captain America's scolding of his friends’ violence. You eye the book bag that Bucky throws from the building and raise your brow, but another enemy falling through the window near you takes your attention away. You quickly conjure up a little magic before landing an uppercut against his jaw that lifted him off the ground. You barely notice Bucky throw Captain America out a window as you toss a few extra punches on the man to make sure he'd stay down. Bucky hustles past you, and you decide to follow. Turning around, you're met with a man flying into the closet, the remnants of a cinder block falling to the ground. You blink away the shock before continuing towards Mr. Barnes, barely flinching at the shotgun sounds from outside the door. "Mr. Barnes, I know we've never met before..." You stop to mumble under your breath, "Okay, well, we have, but that's not the point...." Before continuing louder, "I sure would like to help you and then have a little talk with y-" You step out of the way after he dislodges the table and throws it into the living room. He doesn't look as if he's listening, but you know he's aware of everything. "I don't intend to hurt you, or arrest you, or anything of that sort so you'll let me help you, yeah?" You ask, simply. He turns his eyes to you in question. "Why?" You let a soft, warm smile to cross your lips; it's a little hard to face this man with a smile on your face but you know he's not the one you're petrified of...  So you keep that smile, soft on your lips. "Because you deserve it." You shuffle past him and stand behind the front door, before looking to him, "Besides, I'm sure you don't go get ice cream with just anybody." Bucky's metal arm shoots through the wall, and you quickly kick away the door, clearing the small platform of policemen. You apologize lightly as you step over unconscious bodies and head down the stairs quickly behind Bucky. "My name," You stop as you send someone flying down a flight of stairs, "Is Y/n Y/L/n." You call through the chaos. You stop as you watch Captain America - where did he come from? - catch a man who would've fallen quite the ways, and scold Bucky. The man took off, however, leaving both you and Captain America to chase after him; lucky for you, you're a little reckless, and you jump after Bucky, down the middle of the stairs a couple of floors before catching yourself and skipping through the apartment halls to continue your crusade. "Mr. Barnes... If you'd allow me, I'd like to take you and your friend to safety." Bucky kicks open a door and stops to look at you, chest heaving. "Why would I go with you?" He questions before sprinting towards the edge of the railing. You chase after him and jump as well; the panic that runs through his eyes as he watches you is almost comical as he grabs you and pulls you to his toned chest. "Mr. Barnes... You don't have to-" You sigh as your arms wrap under his and you look to the nearing rooftop. You could've easily stuck the landing, what with a few bruise, but still, you are trained for this all the same. But you roll a couple of times across the concrete with Bucky's muscular arms wrapped around - why are you thinking about that?   "Mr. Barnes, please, let me get you somewhere safe so I can explain-" He runs off again, being able to stand much faster than you. You screech in annoyance as you stomp your foot and fling your arms out at him. He snatches up his bag and continues running, ignoring you when you grab onto the leg of a new pursuer; a cat man? "What'd you do to make all these people mad, Mister?" You ask with a clenched jaw, trying to keep the enemy at bay. But he lands a hard kick to your jaw, and you cry out with the sharp pain it sends through your neck and jaw. You stand quickly, glancing up to the helicopter now shooting at you, Captain America now running at you, a new flying man kicking the helicopter; you are on overload and if you don't get away now, you're gonna explode... Literally. You look to Bucky, suck in a heavy break, and sprint towards him. You grab the shoulder of the newest attacker, send him flying off of the poor brunette soldier, open a portal, and look to Captain America. "Don't hate me for this." You say as you look down to Bucky, snatching up an arm and throwing him into the portal. You step in and hold it open until the spangled man jumps through. "What about your flying friend?" "Who? Sam? He'll be fine." You clench your jaw and watch the man, before shutting the portal just before the cat man could reach through. You let out a long breath and turn around, smiling at the two men breathing heavily behind you. "Where are we?" Captain America asks. "My home." You motion to the small building in the clearing. You walk towards it, and motion for them to follow. "Come on, I have coffee. Or ice cream. Tea. Water... Vodka, whatever you want." You throw open the door and look to your dirtied hoodie, tearing the layers off and tying up your hair. "You're HYDRA?" Bucky asks quickly. You turn over your shoulder and smile softly; he saw the branding on your neck. Shaking your head, you offer water while the coffee brews. "No," You look up to Barnes, "I'm Ex-HYDRA." That's only if you were ever a part of HYDRA. Does it count if it were unwilling? You drink your water quickly before noticing that neither have taken a drink of their water. "If I were out for your heads, I think I'd do it when it was three against a whole police force and a cat-man, okay? It’s just regular H2O in that cup." You point out. The two share looks before they cautiously drink. You smile.  "So, what do you want with Bucky?" The Captain asks. You lean against the small counter of your kitchen before hopping up onto it. "I don't want anything." You curtly answer as you spin your water around in your cup. Silence falls over the two. 

“What?” Bucky questions, sticking his chin out and raising his dark eyebrows. You bring your eyes up from your swirling water and smile to him.

“I don’t want anything from you.” You repeat. More glances are exchanged between the two before Steve shoves the confusion from between them with waving hands and a shaking head.

“Then why the hell did you help us out of there.” You clench your jaw and swallow; you can’t just upfront say ‘Yeah I helped you because I want someone in my life that will understand why I can’t sleep at night and I want to be able to think that if the Winter Soldier can escape HYDRA, then so can I.’ You push your eyes up to Barnes and smile sheepishly.

“I wanted to ask him what kind of conditioner he uses.” You point to his hair and nod, “It’s really nice,” You run your hand through your own hair, “Wish mine could look half as good.” The two soldier deadpan at you, disbelief strong on their sharp features.

“Seriously?” Captain America whines, tired and unsure who to trust. You smile and shake your head. You hop off the counter and put your cup in the sink.

“I just think it’s about time Mr. Barnes is free.” You answer, meeting those blue eyes of his. Silence, a common trend between the three of you, settles on you one more time. You push your mouth into your cheeks before you bite you lip under those harsh gazes. The blonde stands quickly, startling you slightly - your tongue swells in your throat as you anticipate what he’s going to do when he stops in front of you - and his hand jets out to you; you flinch only by habit. You watch his open hand widely. "I'm Steve Rogers.” You smile and accept his hand. "Y/n Y/L/n. Nice to meet you, Captain America." You turn your eyes to the brunette, his stance still guarded. "And it's a pleasure to finally meet you, Bucky Barnes."

[pixiealtaira]

Snowflake Wishes

Drabbles and Drawbles 2016 prompt 16: first snowfall

Pairing:None.  Kid!Kurt fic...

Kurt Hummel wasn’t a kid who slept well.  His Momma told him all the time that she wished he’d sleep longer so she could sleep longer.  Or at least take a nap!

He just didn’t like to sleep much.

Usually, it was not Too Much A Problem. Daddy got up early with him and took care of him in the morning before he went to work and Momma got an extra two hours of sleep there and then in the afternoon he went to the shop to Go Work with Daddy and Momma either taught lessons or took a nap there and then Daddy went to bed at 10pm, 11 pm at latest and Momma stayed up until Kurt went to sleep…usually after 1am. The lady at the doctors said they could drug him…but Momma had said No! So they lived with it.

But Momma was sick. Daddy said she had the flu.  It made Momma sleepy. Daddy had hoped Kurt would nap, because Kurt had NOT gone to sleep the night before until 4am.  There was just THINGS to think…he thought he almost might be thinking and figuring out the whole word in books deal…and if it worked like he kept thinking it worked the night before he was SET…but no one had read to him today, not out of more than one book. Daddy just read the animal picture book and that was not a book that would break the code. When he tried to get Momma to read to him, she sat all the way up and then looked a bit green and her eyes went funny and she had to lie back down.  Anyway, Daddy had hoped Kurt would nap.   And Daddy had to run to the garage to take care of a Disaster…and so Kurt was supposed to Sit Down and Be Quiet and Watch The Cartoons…and hopefully fall asleep.

Which was all fine and dandy, but…Kurt saw outside when his Daddy opened the door and it was snowing.

For the first time all year.

Big flakes that drifted and danced and that were meant to be TOUCHED.

“Momma,” Kurt said. “It’s snowing.  We need to go outside and touch the snow flakes and make wishes.”

“That’s nice, dear.” Momma mumbled, trying very hard to keep her eyes open.  

“Great!” Kurt shouted.

“Ugh.” His Momma replied, holding her head. “Don’t shout, kidlet, Momma’s head hurts.”

“Ok,Momma.” Kurt whispered really loudly. “I’ll find something to do that is quiet.”

“Just watch TV, honey.”

“Ok, I just gotta go get something.  Watching TV without other things is boring.” Kurt said.

“Just don’t take long.” Momma said. “Call Momma if you need help with anything.”

Kurt nodded.

He went and got his coloring books and coloring pencils. He was bringing them back when he walked past the window and could see the snowflakes falling faster.

Wishes had to be made on the first snow BEFORE it covered the ground unless it snowed while one was asleep.  They just did.

Kurt couldn’t open the front door…and Daddy had locked the side door when he left and would KNOW Kurt hadn’t being sitting down if it was unlocked.  But the sliding glass backdoors were not locked and he could unlock those anyway.

Kurt pulled on his slippers and left his coloring stuff on the floor by the stairs.  He would have preferred his boots, because you wear boots in the snow, but if he put on his boots his momma would need to help him and then she’d know.

He pulled on his jacket, but couldn’t zip it and he put on his mittens.

Then he slid the backdoor open and slid himself out.

The backyard was quickly filling with snow and soon the whole ground would be covered…Kurt had to hurry.

The stairs were slippery but he didn’t fall.  Then he ran about trying to catch the snowflakes so he could wish on them.  His cousin said he could catch them on his tongue, but Kurt wasn’t sure wishes worked if the snowflake was caught on your tongue.  But Maybe they only worked if caught on tongues.

Kurt decided to do both. He held out his mitten hands and then tilted his head to the sky and stuck out his tongue.  Then he chased to the snowflakes in the air trying to catch them.

He kept missing.  He wasn’t having luck getting his hands under the big flakes or getting his tongue under them.

He’d just got his tongue under a big flake and his hand under another and he was SURE they were going to land right when suddenly he was flat on his back.  Snowflakes landed on his tongue, which he thought might be bleeding and his eyes and nose and head.  They were on his mittens too.

Everything hurt though.

Kurt made his wishes anyway and struggled to get himself up and see what had happened.

The stupid dump truck had happened.  He was supposed to have put it in the shed three days before when his dad decided it was too cold out to play with metal dump trucks.

Kurt got up and Kicked it…and hurt his toes because he’d forgotten he had slippers on.

He sighed and picked it up and took it inside with himself.

He slid into the house and slid the glass door shut.

He went to the stairs and picked up his coloring stuff and took off his mittens, jacket and slippers.

His Momma was almost asleep, he could tell by her almost snores.

“It’s about time.” She mumbled looking at him as he sat down.

Then she sat up fast and fell back down.

“Oh stars. Let’s try that again.” She muttered and sat up slowly.

“Kurt Hummel.  Come see Momma NOW.” Momma said.

Kurt turned to face her.

“What did you do!?”

“I tripped.”

“I didn’t hear anything. What did you trip on?  Stick out your tongue.”

“The dump truck.” Kurt said before sticking his tongue out.

“Thank god it doesn’t look like you bite it too bad.  Now turn around so I can check your back. And slide closer.  I have a feeling if I leaned towards you, I’d fall off the sofa.”

Kurt scooted back so his Momma could see better.  She fussed at his back and felt his head for bumps.

“Good.  Looks like just a small scrape on your head and back and dirty clothes.  Wait a minute.  The dump truck was outside! Kurt Hummel, did you go outside without Momma with you?”

“Umm….I guess.” Kurt said.

“You guess?”

“Yes.  But wishes Momma.”

His Momma sighed. “We do not leave the house without adult company unless it is an absolute emergency. And wishes are not an emergency.”

Kurt turned to his momma and just looked at her with a sad face.

“Not gonna work, baby boy. You will sit here and not move until your Daddy gets home.  You can sit up on the sofa at my feet and wrap in the blanket but YOU will not move.  You will have to be in dirty damp cold clothes until then and I’m not even going to feel sorry for you for being dirty.”

“Dirty?” Kurt asked, sitting straighter and looking at his pants leg backs by lifting his leg up and leaning down.

“Momma, I’m dirty!” Kurt shouted.

“And you can be dirty until your daddy comes home.”

“But, stains!”

“You went outside without an adult.”

“But Momma….”

“Nope.  Sit down and Watch TV.” Momma said.

“Momma, stains.”

His momma scooped him up and held him in her lap as Kurt pouted. “Outside without an adult.”

Kurt sighed and settled into his Momma’s lap.  She was way warm and her outside sounded more like oudside again.  He should try to be good for a bit, he guessed.

“Do you think I might have a cotussion?” Kurt asked.

“Cotussion?” Momma asked back.

“Yeah, cause I bumped my head.  Daddy said Rob got a cotussion when he hit his head on the under the truck last week at the garage.”

“Concussion.  Probably not.  We’ll have your Daddy check when he gets home.” Momma said.

“That’s too bad.  It sounds interesting.  These cartoons are boring.”

“How about we find some Scooby Doo?”

Kurt nodded.

“Can I get my coloring stuff?” Kurt asked.

“No.  You are staying on my lap, where I can feel you and see you. You can color when your dad gets home.”

Kurt sighed and snuggled into as his Momma changed the channel to Scooby Doo.  His wishes had better all come true considering he couldn’t even get down and color and watch TV but had to SIT and just sit and watch TV.

[sahinwheeler9-blog]

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Funny, when I pick up most Android devices they experience obsolete tome - sure the monitor is busier and there are more features”, nevertheless the reaction and efficiency/feel of the OS makes is look like the electronics will be a lot weaker than it's on paper. Privately, I think about the music to become the main experience that is immersive, and also the audio is appropriate for the game. There exists http://gesundehella.info/black-latte-aktuelle-anleitung-2018-preis-bewertungen-forum-zutaten-wo-kaufen-spanien-in-mercadona/ of data to the game-world to browse, and lovers of the publications will definitely look this. If you abandon the enemies unfed for too much time, they get angry, and you don't wish to notice them angry (well, you probably do, however it'll cause you sacrificing the game). I miss out the Notice II's large screen when I return back to the iphone-5. Android remains can be behind when it comes to application quality and access a touch. Both studies gather several areas of recreation development, including narrative development, audio design , recreation design, cartoon, and craft.

[animesavior]

“It's no use, we can't defeat him separately. He's going to destroy the entire Earth, are you really going to let that happen? Vegeta, Buu has absorbed every person we've ever cared about. Krillin and Chi-Chi too. Even Bulma. Piccolo, my sons Gohan and Goten, and your boy Trunks, they're all trapped in Majin Buu. They're the reason for Buu's power, you can't fight him alone! If we lose, our friends and families died for nothing, is that what you want? To go out like countless victims just so you can keep nursing a foolish grudge? How do you want this to end, Vegeta?”

-          Goku, Dragon Ball Z Kai (Ep. 153)

The Toonami Trending Rundown for March 3-4, 2018. Business as usual for the better cartoon show as Goku and Vegeta have to team up in an attempt to stop Buu, while McGillis unleashes his coup d'etat on the Gjallarhorn, and Gon and Killua try to get stronger after proving no match against Neferpitou, among other great moments.

On Twitter, every show successfully trended in some capacity during or after their respective East Coast airings. Meanwhile on Tumblr, Toonami would trend along with Dragon Ball Super and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (including JJBA).

Finally, after being off the list for 7 weeks, Dragon Ball Super would once again make the list of Nielsen Social’s top 5 most talked about shows on the day with an estimated 95k total interactions between users on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. This is the 44th time a Toonami show has made it onto Nielsen’s top 5 rankings since we started recording this feat and the 30th time for DBS.

This week, Toonami showcased a music video by The Armed titled “Role Models”, featuring Tommy Wiseau of The Room fame. You can check it out below.

Some of the notable Toonami related news from this week include:

Some unfortunate news for Toonami fans in Southeast Asia, as due to flagging ratings and difficulty of getting new content, Toonami Asia will be shutting down at the end of March, with the Indian version also likely to follow suit. Production has also halted of the Bang Zoom dub of Super which was created for that market. While Turner Asia has noted that the Toonami brand may live on in some other form in the future, we send our commiserations to the fans in Asia for this unfortunate news.

For those wanting to add season 2 of Attack on Titan to their Blu-Ray and DVD collections, FUNimation has just released a Blu-Ray and DVD combo pack of all 12 episodes of the season on their site and among major anime selling retailers with the regular edition for a $49.98 MSRP. A limited collectors edition is also available which also includes a Digibook as well as an artbook containing content from the franchise, which retails with a $84.98 MSRP.

And for those who want to add the Universe 6 saga to their Dragon Ball Super Blu-ray and DVD collections, FUNimation has also released Part 3 of the collection with the Blu-ray retailing for $44.98 and the DVD retailing for $39.98.

Looking into the potential future, it has been announced that Part V of Lupin the Third is set to premiere in Japanese television on Tuesday April 3rd, the same day Tokyo Ghoul:re premieres in Japan as well. For those that want to see the subbed version in advance, the new season of Lupin will be simulcasted on Crunchyroll and Hulu.

This Saturday will be the start of Daylight Savings, and as the clocks jump from 2 am to 3 (unless you’re in non-Navajo Arizona or Hawaii) as with previous years, no show on the block will be pre-empted, instead Outlaw Star and Space Dandy will move to the 3am EDT hour, while Cowboy Bebop and Ghost in the Shell airing at 4, with the block ending at 5. Of course, next week will be a big one for Outlaw Star as the show showcases its penultimate episode. Until then, see you next week as always.

Legend: The shows listed are ordered based on their appearance on the schedule. Show trends are listed in bold. The number next to the listed trend represents the highest it trended on the list (not counting the promoted trend), judging only by the images placed in the rundown. For the Twitter tweet counts, the listed number of tweets are also sorely based on the highest number shown based on the images on the rundown.

United States Trends:

Toonami/#Toonami [#6]

#DragonBallSuper [#6]

#DBZKai [#6]

#BlackClover [#9]

#JoJosBizarreAdventure [#8]

#GundamIBO [#6]

#HunterXHunter [#6]

#Shippuden [#]

#OutlawStar [#5]

#SpaceDandy [#8]

#CowboyBebop [#6]

#GhostInTheShell [#5]

Tweet Counts:

Toonami [6,339 tweets]

#Toonami [3,128 tweets]

#DBZKai [1,344 tweets]

#JoJosBizarreAdventure [2,505 tweets]

#GundamIBO [1,203 tweets]

#HunterXHunter [3,155 tweets]

Tumblr Trends:

#toonami

#dragon ball super

#jojo’s bizarre adventure

Notes and Other Statistics:

#GundamIBO: @WhoTrendedIT reported that @KyleMcCarley started the trend in the US.

#HunterXHunter: @WhoTrendedIT reported that @BrittanyLaudaVO and @DC_Douglas started the trend in the US.

#CowboyBebop: @WhoTrendedIT reported that @MaryEMcGlynn started the trend in the US.

Special thanks to @coreymbarnes, @jmb70056, and others I forgot to mention for spotting some of the trends on this list.

YOU ARE TEARING ME APART, LISA! Only Toonami on [adult swim] on Cartoon Network.

[poindexter-pines]

All about me

Since like 3 people asked B^3c

Name: Chris :^) , lots of people call me Barry as well ( cuz u know I'm barry bluejeans that's just the tea🍵)

Pronouns: mainly He/Him ,but also They/ them is good👌👌 cuz gender is a fuck

Age: I'm am 16

Gender & Sexuality: uhhhhhh like I'm Trans & Pan or whateves  but if I want to be more specific I'm trans masculine non binary (like I'm boy but also like ehhhh neither) and like pan romantic  Demisexual  (cuz like hmm fuck is eh prolly not) and like also autigender and Quoiromantic cuz like ????? The fuck is anything bruh what is even going on in my Brain is got no clue my dude

Uhhhh: I'm the autistic ✌😎✌

Faves:::

   Colors: red, blue, neon green (HIT ME WITH THEM ALIEN COLOURS BOIIIII) 👽👽👽

   TV shows or smth: adventure time, spongebob,  steven universe ,uhhhjj?? Diners drive ins and dives bicht or like any other cooking show

  Animus: space dandy, princess jellyfish, FLCL,  like every studio ghibli movie if those count

   Vidya games: pokemon mystery dungeon, pokemon , dragon Quest,  uhhhhhhhhhhhhh idkkk , dream daddy ( I'm funking gay yall) , does poptropica count ? Idk

Special interests:

- Adventure time!!!

-The Adventure Zone!!!!!  (and also like any other mcelroys thing ever tbh)

-SpongeBob  ( this has been one of my spins since I was like 5 lol) !!!!!

-(I know it's really random and obscure but) the legend of the flying dutchman (I think old nautical lore is just really nifty :^3)!!

-Captain America !!!!!!!!!!

- poptropica!!!!!!!!!! (I know it's a kids game shut Ur up)

-Paranormal stuff & Cryptozoology!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I FUCKING LOVE CRYPTIDS AND GHOSTS  DON'T EVEN. GET ME STARTED)!!!!!!!!!!! 👽👻👽👻👽👻👽👻👽

- Ghostbusters!!!!!!!!!!!

Uhh Idk what else let's see: I want to be an animator / illustrator when I'm older ,  I'd love to be able to do storyboard art and stuff for cartoons !! I think voice acting would also be really fun and could go along with the animation career :^3c

Idk what else to even put but like anyone is free to just talk to me , like u could just send me a funny post I will love u ❤ or like if u wanna see a picture of my cats or smth

[l-x-ie]

Songs and Kisses

Ch. 6 of Altea High

Lance sprinted down the rest of the way that led up to his front door, backpack thumping rhythmically against his side. He slung his bag from his shoulder, got his keys, and opened the door shouting, “Did you kids remember your Temper Gummies?”  

“Yeah!” a voiced piped up.

Two sets of feet scampered down the stairs followed by a loud thump and a shout. Lance dropped his bag in the entryway, let the door swing shut, and rushed over to see his two younger sisters piled on top of each other. The shorter one struggled under the other who slumped even further, crushing their sibling under them.

“Melodyyyyy! Get off! Lance!”

Smothering his chuckles back he hoisted the older sister by the armpits, releasing the younger. Despite Melody going limp in his hold, increasing her weight tenfold—what is his mother feeding this girl?—he held her under one arm like a football.

Cora, the rambunctious eight-year old, leapt up and fled the room shouting, “Freedom! Sweet freedom!”

Melody’s body shook with laughter and peered up at her big brother through her chestnut bangs. Her big blue eyes sparkling with mirth. He scrunched up his nose in a exaggerated glare. “Did you guys really take your gummies?”

She nodded and he dropped her, she landed on the carpet with a little poof, her little body splayed as she embraced the floor. He stood over her for a second or two before abandoning his own flesh and blood.

It was only a few more seconds she lay prone before she skipped up and followed him into the living room. “Cora! Do you have homework?” he yelled into the house.

“No!” Her faint voice drifted from somewhere on the other side of the house.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m in third-grade, how much homework do you think I have?” Her voice steadily decreased from shouting to a reasonable decibel as she walked through the door with a handful of cookies.

“I dunno,” he swiped two cookies while Melody stole another despite their sister’s cry. “Maybe they’re secretly having you work on government secrets under the guise of homework.”

“Pfftt,” Cora rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right, hermano.” She flopped on the couch, lengthwise, dark hair fanned out over the cushions. Scrounging out the remote from between the cushions she turned on the TV and put on some cartoon that he hasn’t kept up with.

He turned away from the kid in the bear hat talking to a girl that was made of fire to Melody who was patiently waiting on the piano bench, flipping through her music sheets.

He sat next to her on a bench that barely fit two people, but would comfortably sit a ten-year-old and a gremlin. So if Pidge could teach his sister piano then that would be great, but she doesn’t, so he either sits with his left butt cheek off the bench or get a bigger bench. Sadly, the bigger bench won’t fit in the living room so half butt cheek it is.

“Are you sure you didn’t change your mind on the piano?”

She shook her head as the tapped a simple tune on the keys. Listening closely, he could hear the slightly out of tune Yankee Doodle Dandy.

“Y’know, the guitar is pretty cool, I could teach you the guitar. And it’s mobile!”

She stared intently at him, sky blue eyes piercing his soul, as she played out the theme song for Charlie Brown, slowly but forceful.

He raised his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, I get it. I’m just saying there might be better options out there than the piano.”

After a few hours at the piano he could hear the door click thrice, one in one direction and the second in the other and one last firm one. “What have I told you about locking this door!”

Lance winced and bit his tongue before responding. “Sorry, Mamá! Won’t happen again!”

“That’s what you always say, tonto.”

His mother came over to the piano and ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead then Melody’s. “Mijo, the day you remember to lock the door is the day the world ends.”

She walked over where Cora was passed out on the couch and maneuvered her dead-to-the-world body to something more comfortable before collapsing on the couch. After a minute she rustled out stacks of paper out of her bag and set them next to her on the well-loved sofa.

“Taking home work again? Tsk, tsk, tsk, what would dad say?”

“Well considering he’s away on a case that would make him a hypocrite.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he reciprocated with Melody peeking from behind him to back him up.

He took out his phone and looked up a sheet music on it. Might as well make the last bit of practice time fun. The printer in the office adjacent to the living room whirring loudly as he found the one he wanted. His mom always did her work in the living room with the kids, why she has an office he doesn’t know.

“Can I know who it is?” he asked as he walked to get the music sheets.

His mother doesn’t bother answering him until he’s back in the room. “You know it’s confidential but I will say that it’s a win.”

Lance nodded. “Cool, cool… are you meeting Plax tomorrow?”

“Yes, I assume she told you?”

“Yeah, it’s the monthly report, but I will say that she’s been doing great at school if you want my opinion.”

His mamá looks at him with her big brown eyes. “Lance, you know that I don’t think that Plaxum is a bad kid. These check-ins are to make sure that she’s adapting.”

Lance pursed his lips and tapped out the notes slowly, hearing that familiar tune that his sisters were playing since the movie came out. Melody’s worried frown turned into a smile that showed every tooth including the adorable crooked canine. She clapped and eagerly started to copy his finger movements in the higher key. He said without looking up from the keyboard, “I know. It, it just feels like you’re treating her like she’s… she’s a villain or something. Like you’re checking in because you don’t trust her.”

“Lance, mijo, it’s not like that at all.” She got up and stood next to the piano, arms folded on top. “I know that it might look like it but I can’t change the system. Even if they’re good kids the government wants to make sure that the public is safe and this is the solution they’ve come up with. Kids of supervillains make the public uneasy and it’s either monthly lunch dates with me or her not going to school.”

He didn’t stop playing but let his head drop closer to her. She carded her fingers through his hair soothingly before moving around the bench and crouching down next to his sister. “I just don’t think it’s fair.”

“It’s not fair, mijo. But education is important and with education she can help the world be a little less unfair.” She smiled and pecked Melody’s cheek. “Buen trabajo, mija! Qué canción es esto? Suena familiar. It sounds familiar.”

He snuck a look at his sister who snuck one back to him with a little smile. Nope. She wasn’t talkin’, in Spanish or otherwise. Maybe they should try sign language next.

Lance knew she tried to change the subject. He knew that she would answer if he continued but decided to let it die, he answered for Melody and his mother. “It’s Evermore, Mamá. Someone put up the piano sheet music for it.”

“Remind me which is Evermore, mijo?”

“You know,” He started from the beginning, Melody’s fingers tangling with his before she took them back. His voice was a little too high to match Josh Groban. “I was the one who had it all. I was the master of my fate. I never needed anybody in my life. I learned the truth too late.”

“Ooooh! Beauty and the Beast!”

“Yeah,” He slowed his fingers and put Melody’s small hands back on the keys, pointing to the notes on the sheet music, letting her make her way through them. “Can I go out tomorrow?”

“Lance, it’s a school night.”

He looked at her, mouth agape. “Mamá! It’s Saturday tomorrow!”

Her body jerked and she whipped out her phone, going to her calendar app. “What?! It can’t be Friday already!” Her shoulders slump and her head cants to the side. “It’s Friday. Where does the time go.”

“You said you were meeting Plax tomorrow! Didn’t you know which day!”

“I knew that I was meeting her tomorrow I just didn’t realize it was Friday!”

”Aye por dios.” Lance laughed.

His mom hit him on the shoulder with her phone over his little sister. “Aye, don’t swear!”

He held up his hands with Melody ducking underneath them. ”Lo siento, lo siento, Mamá!” She stopped her assault, with a disapproving frown. He tried not to laugh, as he was sure she would try to beat the swear words out of his brain. She had a weird Cuban-Catholic-mother spider-sense whenever any of her children were swearing. He might have speculated with his older siblings whether or not she secretly had a superpower to sense swearwords from her offspring despite evidence of her being a civilian. “So can I go out tomorrow?”

She rolled her eyes, her entire body following dramatically. “I suppose. Is it with that superkid you were talking about?”

Lance flushed red. He allowed his lips to slip into a sly smile. “Maybe.”

 It’s just for coffee. It’s just for coffee. The mantra in his head was on repeat as he made his way to the local coffee shop. He tried to calm his heartbeat, the constant thumping against his breastbone distracting. There was nothing to worry about! He was Lance the most controlled superkid at Altea High! He was cool as ice. Ice Ice Baby was his theme song. Nothing could shake him. Not explosions, not a fire-powered mullet, not Professor Slav on one of his million of dimension possibility calculation ramblings, and certainly not a coffee date.

He approached the glass doors. He took a deep breath and exhaled his worries out. She said yes to the date. She said yes to the date. She likes you. There’s nothing to worry about. It’ll go great.

He walked through the doors and in the sunny corner with a frothy frosted thing, a teal straw with a pink ring poking out of the whipped cream, was his date. Dyed blonde hair pulled into two perky pigtails, her black roots only serving to make her that more noticeable, as if anyone wouldn’t be already in awe and staring. Her normally warm brown eyes purple and larger from the colored circle lenses and golden skin glowed in the sunlight.

He put on a winning smile. “Hey, Nyma, did I keep you waiting?”

Her pink, pink lips tugged into a smile. “It’s fine, you’re right on time. I like that.”

He relaxed some and slouched into the comfy armchair across from her. He made a show of looking around the quiet coffee shop, empty except for the barista. “You might be asked to leave soon. You’re making the other women look bad.”

She giggled wind chimes and sparkling water and his heart took a dive. What he wouldn’t do to hear that laugh again. She leaned forward, the neckline of her top dipping. “Very smooth, very smooth. I should call you Google, because you have everything I’m looking for.”

He clutched his hands to his heart and collapsed back into the cushions. His heart, his heart! Peeking and eye open he could see the cute little wrinkle in her nose when she giggles at his antics. He let his hands fall and let head fall to the side, soft smile apparent. “Out of all your beautiful curves, your smile is my favorite.”

She stopped laughing and blushed red across her cheekbones and it was the cutest thing he’s ever seen. “Seriously, you’ve got to stop being so cute or else you’re going to put me into cardiac arrest.”

“Lance!” She playfully hit him on the knee. “You’re making me blush!”

He smiled again. “All in a day’s work, beautiful.”

She set aside her drink and scooted forward in her chair and took his hands between hers. “Lance,” She smiled softly at their joined hands and rubbed her thumbs in distracting circles on his skin. “I wanna be honest with you.” She took a deep breath. “I—I really, really, really like you. I like your smile, I like your positive attitude, and I love your eyes... I would really like us to date. Exclusively.” She peeked up at him with her heart-stopping eyes.

Lance felt his heart stop and race double-time. He tugged on her hands to get a little closer, her head tilted in confusion before he slotted their lips together. She melted against him, head tilting further for him to get better access, scooting closer until her hands wrapped around his neck. Her breath was sweet and smelled of coffee and he could feel the stickiness of her lipstick. His hand drifted up to cradle her head, the warmth of her skin permeating the slight coolness of his skin from when he used his powers that morning when he iced the floor of his sisters’ room as a prank.

He slowly broke the kiss, out of breath. Looking at her perfect face her eyes were still closed and her lips still parted. Looking at those pink-smudged lips he pecked them one last time and once on her nose, smearing some of that pink on that little button. She giggled. Eyes still closed her lips tilted into a smile, relaxed, he felt his face heat. It was a good thing she had her eyes closed or else she could see how red his face was becoming. He responded, “I would love to be your boyfriend.”

Finally her eyes opened and crinkled with happiness, she rested her forehead against his and rubbed the tips of their noses together, transferring that pink. “Then I guess I’m your girlfriend.��

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