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[squidthusiast]

“The oven has a goofy face”

Octo-Oven Moment?

Just some past work experience

[deerspherestudios]

For all three, how would they react to a mistletoe? If they knew what it meant? 👀

👻 Alma / Vida : Being a ghost sadly they can't smooch,,, :-(

🍄 Mychael : Too ace to comprehend the tradition. (Unless...?)

👽 Atom : WILL EXPLOIT THE MISTLETOE THE SHIP IS FULL OF MISTLETOE (TRAPS)!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

[irenespring]

Today I would like to shout out that one random Twitter person who made up that JD Vance bragged about fucking a couch.

Imagine making a random shitpost and less than two months later your joke is being used by a major party nominee for Vice President on live television at his introduction rally, earning him thunderous applause.

That poster must be having quite the experience.

[nipuni]

Casanova sketches!

[shepscapades]

69. BIG SHOT — Jhariah

I need to know if someone out there's listening How come they don't ever call back to me? Will I ever know you're close or die waiting for your attention? Big shot, think you're a big shot I think you're raveled up in a tangle of did-nots You're always just a bit shy, following behind I think you've spent enough time singing the same lines

UGHHH I'm gonna start biting and tearing fhfjsbfjendfh Every single Jhariah song on Android 24's playlist (on any of the dbhc playlists, honestly) just devastates me /pos. Jhariah's music is so raw and powerful and desperate; there's truly nothing else like it, and it's so so perfect for 24. I'm so excited to draw to more Jhariah in the future >:3 but for now, take my absolute insanity about 24 and how he views himself and Xisuma :-) <in pain

[aphel1on]

AURGH auwarghh the autistic parental trauma... the epi was wacky hijinks then dropped this on us out of nowhere... (sobs) laios... laiiiiooooos

[chloesimaginationthings]

THE SAME-

Reaction to scooped Mike

CANON, they would be friends,,,

[fawn-tongues]

Safe Bet

[myrkulitescourge]

oh to live in a world where astarion had made it all the way through development as a tiefling

(gorg tieflingstarion head by @astarionposting!)

[demonic0angel]

for the dragon au:

Hatchling Damian sneaked into Jason's lair after the older dragon left to go hunting. Damian is on a mission to pilfer any books about animals.

Jazz caught him red-handed.

It ended with him dozing off while Jazz read to him.

Part 1

Damian triumphantly snuck into Jason’s lair, shaking out his wings. He tip toed to his hoard, knowing that Jason kept books about animals in the corner next to the anthropology books. His tail wagged at the thought of both successfully stealing it away and also using it to convince his sire to allow him to keep the black panther for a pet.

As he stepped into the hoard, the scent of an unknown female flooded his senses. Damian tensed and just as he was about to turn and leave, a large claw moved and turned him over. Damian yelped and hissed, darting back onto his feet and turning before he froze in place.

A large dragon with black scales and bright glowing eyes stared at him, wings stretched over them both. This dragon, clearly the one who was scenting everything with her scent, was even larger than his sire and all of her appendages looked even sharper than Jason’s. All in all, she was extremely dangerous.

“Who are you?” She asked, and although her voice was sweet, Damian couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through him.

He spread his own wings, widened his stance, and hissed at her. “Who are you! How dare you come into my brother’s hoard! When he comes back, he’ll kill you!”

The female dragon tilted her head. She leaned forward, muzzle coming uncomfortably close as Damian hissed again and scratched his tiny claws on her. She ignored the swipe and then nudged him over with her mouth. He squeaked as her teeth came too close to him. Then in one smooth motion, she opened her mouth and clamped her teeth over his middle. He shrieked, but she didn’t bite down, only gently holding him in her mouth before picking him up and moving to the center of the hoard.

He shuddered in between her teeth, feeling little like he always did when his father or Alfred carried him like this, but he didn’t even twitch as the female dragon moved between the piles of books to the center, where a nest was formed.

The combined scents of the female dragon and Jason made him freeze all over again. She flopped in the middle and then placed him in between her forelimbs, before licking over his head. Damian yowled but she didn’t even care. She continued to preen him before he finally found the courage to ask, “Who are you?!”

“I am called Jazz, little one. I am Jason’s mate and you have entered our nest. You must be Damian, his littlest hatchmate.”

Damian growled. Her tongue laved over his head again and he quickly melted. He hadn’t gotten cleaned in a while, and although she was not a dragon he had met before, she was family now if she and Jason were already nesting. She cleaned him and then asked, “What were you looking for, little one?”

“… I want a book on animals. I have discovered a panther cub and must do research before I can ask my sire to keep it.”

“A lovely decision,” she praised, before pressing down on him gingerly. “Stay, I will collect it for you.” Jazz left before she came back with a book delicately pinched between her large claws. “Can you read, little one?”

Damian slowly shook his head. He was going to ask Richard or Timothy to read to him.

Jazz nuzzled him. “I shall read to you then. Shall I start from the beginning or shall I go straight to the panther page?”

Damian perked up, his tail wagging. When Jazz settled back into the nest, Damian quickly followed along until he was between her front limbs, eagerly looking at the tiny book that was dwarfed by her size. “From the beginning! I shall allow you to read to me,” he said haughtily and she gave a rumbling purr before she started.

When Jason came back to the nest, a large ox and a sheep in his mouth, it was to the sight of his youngest brother between his mate’s arms, purring up a storm as Jazz read to him quietly.

“… did he bother you?” Jason asked, dropping the dead livestock in a corner away from the books before looking at his dozing little brother. Damian’s eyes were closed and he looked nothing like the bratty baby lizard that used to terrorize them for days on end.

“Not at all. He’s good practice for our hatchlings,” Jazz said, her wings wrapping around them both even closer.

Jason prowled around them for a good spot before settling under Jazz’s large wings. “As long as he’s not a bother.” He pointed a claw at the book. “Start from the beginning, will you?”

[artuurle]

I don't have a silly cheeky comment for this one besides it leans heavily on my headcanons and stuff on Grujaja. (that's how you know ur in the tranches for a character.)

^face of a guy that keeps hurtin his bonds w anyone close to him. Bonus doodles i made while drawing this that are semi related due to being tied to my Gr headcanons unda the cut lol:

[sootnuki]

i’m going to be sick from laughing

[owlheartt]

Something I really like about timebomb is that Ekko actually knows what he's getting into.

I'm not really seeing it get talked about but in season 1 they mention that Ekko and the firelights help people addicted to shimmer get off it and lead more fulfilling lives within the community. I should probably rewatch the scene for the exact wording (might be misremembering tbh) but that comment implies A LOT.

First: Ekko's mission is helping people where he can, he would probably try and help Jinx even if he wasn't in love with her

Second: He has experience dealing with severe mental illness as that often goes hand in hand with drug abuse, namely depression/suicidal ideation like what Jinx was exhibiting

Third: He's probably mapped out best course of action FOR dealing with this and has already figured out his own limits/boundaries. Meaning he knew what he was getting into trying to talk Jinx out of suicide, and was thus more equipped to deal with the aftermath

Fourth: He's probably helped ex members of Silco's gang. The firelights seem to have a theme of healing and repairing and recovering, so they've probably also learned to forgive. If they're mission is to rebuild the lanes into a safe space, they can't exclude people they don't like, they have to make room for them. I think they fought Silco out of necessity, and I doubt Jinx would be the first person they help who's killed one of them.

These all might be a bit of a stretch but I think it really fits. Beyond that, it shows that Ekko can ACTUALLY help Jinx. As much as unconditional love can do, Ekko has the tools for Jinx's recovery and a path ready for her. He also probably knows that her "healthy" will look different from AU Powder's "healthy." On top of that, I expect he knows how to respect her even in the middle of psychotic breaks and won't agitate her already frail mental state

[yangjeongin]

HYUNJIN BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN (2024): hyunjin in every letter... ↘ D-23 | HEADBANDS

[itsallaboutbl]

I wanna stay here forever. But we probably can't.

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 - Separation Strikes

"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.

His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.

Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.

And it was summer; Damian starts today.

"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."

Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.

"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"

"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."

Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.

Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.

Danny just...

His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.

He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.

Not like he was.

Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.

He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.

Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.

His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.

(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)

Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"

He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.

Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.

He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.

Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."

"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.

Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?

He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."

Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"

Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.

And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.

His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."

Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"

That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"

Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.

"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."

Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.

"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."

Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"