#hi i love squirrels so much

[ancientfrozenglaciershark]

[aithusarosekiller]

Funny modern au shit again 🙏

Regulus: Oh, my brother said he can come and get me so I'll be fine to get home on my own. He should be here any second now.

Pandora: Oh it's so sweet that you two are finally reconnecting. We'd love to meet him!

Sirius, pulling up on his motorbike like a textbook androgynous rockstar and climbing off to come and hug him: Hey Reggie! Good to see you.

Regulus: Hello, thanks for coming to get me.

Barty: ......That's your brother?

Regulus: Yes?

Sirius: Hey guys!

Dorcas: JESUS FUCK

Regulus: Um, okay. Can you all stop being weird? It's just my brother.

Evan: Reggie, there is no way you, mr-I-must-order-my-socks-by-brand-and-fabric, are related to THAT.

Sirius, nodding with an arm around Reg's shoulder: I say the same thing to myself every day...

Regulus: >:(

[herebecritters]

Did you know that @ickyguts blog is a year old today?

Here’s our man before getting trapped on the Isles for (seemingly) all eternity

[invinciblerodent]

he's finally done :)

bonus progress picture that almost made me cry with laughter under the cut

look at this wretched old man

[sonny-whorezik]

tw dead animal

so i got the heart out and put it in with formaldehyde and ethyl alcohol and i think i got my measurements wrong bc the heart is now greying and hideous on my shelf but i must hold out til the end. i wonder. what does this mean symbolically ? has unrequited adoration taken a physical role in my life? is this punishment for morbid curiosity and selfish preservation of what is not mine? listened only to tmbg and what a jarring experience to slice through ribs listening to I Hope That I Get Old Before I Die. also made chicken burritos and showed my friend bride of reanimator and he fuckign hated hill's wings.

[sanchoyo]

We had to put him down this morning. His health was getting too bad and I couldn’t stand the idea of him suffering.

it’s just crazy to think I don’t really have puppy pictures of him because we got him before we even had cell phones. I picked him because all the other puppies had cute little shirts on and when I asked why he didn’t, the guy giving him to us said he was too rowdy and was a wiggly little fighter and I was so charmed by that. He had so much personality and would wake me up at ungodly hours in the morning for our walks. But like, he gave me a reason to get outside and see the sunrise everyday. I hope I took even half as much care of him as he did for me. Love you forever, fuzzy ❤️

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"I know, I know," he admitted with a small sigh: It was an extremely reckless thing to do, for him to have made a flying leap at Constance like that, to say nothing of him and his parents' plan to attack her with homemade crucifixes and stakes. There were so many ways their plan could have gone wrong, so many ways they could've failed...so many ways they could've been hurt-or worse...

"But...I just couldn't let you fight her on your own!" Randall insisted, as he took her hand to squeeze. "I...I just couldn't sit idly by, and neither could Ma or Pa! We had to take a risk, a...a gamble, because we were worried about you! We wanted to help you if we could, and I don't regret taking that risk for a second. And I'm sure if you asked my folks, they would tell you just the same."

In a way, he and his parents had the element of surprise on their side: He was sure Constance expected them to cower in the house, told to stay put by Emily...but he was also sure that, had Emily been (God forbid) killed by her, that Constance would've had no problem waiting the three mortals out-they'd have to leave the house at some point...

...and when they did, she'd be there.

"I know it was...a foolish thing to do," he admitted with a wry smile. "It was a big chance I took, but...I love you, Emily. I love you, and I don't want to lose you ever again. And if that meant putting my own life on the line to protect you, to give you a fighting chance to put that monster down for good...then so be it!"

[arcadianico]

1, 6 and 16 for the choose violence ask game (I think I might know what you'll answer for some of these, but I still wanna see it!!)

1. the character everyone gets wrong

tilín. my god. i can tell when someone has ever watched a stream with q and tilín, or even any spanish stream with tilín because they consistently have the worst takes. also if someone only calls tilín by she/her or feminine terms that’s a red flag for bad takes imo. i’ve never seen someone do that and not be wrong about them. they were sad and lonely sometimes, but they were also over exaggerating and outright lying for food and money. they explicitly told qq they were doing it to help him get rich. everyday i am subjected to awful takes about tilín.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

sorry to my tnt mutuals but it’s 100% qtntduo. stop making everything qq (and someone also elq?!?) does be about wilbur. also outside povs on the ship don’t tell you anything about how those people actually feel, and qq has made it very clear that he doesn’t want to call it love. maybe because he knows it isn’t, maybe because he isn’t sure what he’s feeling, but just because bad says qq is in love with wilbur doesn’t mean he is. it means he seems, from an outside perspective, like he is, which is a different question

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

qtntduo, especially with tallulah as both of their daughter. sorry i just really find qwilbur boring and also the whole draw of ctnt is that they’re insanely toxic and could never work out. qtntduo and the projected domestic bliss just bores me. also i hate that for some reason tallulah gets so much more attention when talking about qq’s relationship with the eggs than his actual child, richas. (also tilín but they’re dead and have been for a while so there’s at least reasons for that, even though tilín is still and pretty much always has been qq’s biggest motivator/emotional drive for basically the whole server since the eggs were introduced)

[chainedanchor]

Some sketches of my Tarnished the first time he woke up in the Lands Between after being dead for a long ass time (My boy woke up in Caelid and chose violence)

Also a little reference for how he looked Pre- and Post Shattering.

[pebblezone]

Finished black butler Where were they hiding Grelle and why 💔

[hussyknee]

Y'all ever look at your cat and realize "I'm living with a serial killer"?

[bibleofficial]

i’m so happy to be home - i get to see my cardinals again !!

[faceglitchsworld]

Tiger squirrel

[noisilyscreechingsong]

Disney princess Danny

It’s known that animals can sense death. Instances where pets gravitate to someone on their death bed and dogs barking at ghosts. Danny already knew this from before he half died, so he was expecting animals to rat him out with their sixth sense or become aggressive or cower from him. Instead, they all behaved the complete opposite than he anticipated.

Stray cats come running to rub against his legs, dogs nearly pull arms out of their owners sockets to get close to him, birds bring him trinkets, raccoons lead him to trash cans full of food, and even squirrels and rats get close to just sit on his shoulders. It’s… weird, but not unwelcome. He always loved animals.

Danny had come to semi-trust the animals that come to him. They know where the good food is and drinking water, they know when to steer away from a certain area right before something happens, and they always know when a person is bad or okay. So when an animal leads him somewhere, he follows. Sometimes they need help and he’s the one they go to. He’s helped plenty of raccoons out of garbage bins and cats out of gutters to have a good relationship with the animals of the streets.

What he isn’t expecting is to be led to Robin again and again.

The first time it was a cat. A mangy old Tom cat that rubbed against his torn up jeans and looked back with - Danny swears- a raised eyebrow. Danny follows and soon enough he finds himself standing a few paces away from Robin who is kneeling down to give clean water to the momma cat and her three kittens.

Robin freezes and so does Danny. They stare at each other.

“Um, hi?”

Robin straightens immediately, leaving the water on the ground where the cats can drink. Tom cat swaggers over to guard them.

“Civilian. Is there something I can assist you with?”

The dude is probably a year or two younger than Danny himself and he has to suppress a smile at the formal tone.

“Oh, uh, no? The cat just led me here.”

He can see Robin glance at the Tom cat who was now licking himself.

“Is that so?”

“Yea. Sorry to interrupt. Animals just like me for some reason.”

The three kittens one by one all totter over to him on unsteady legs after they had their fill. The orange one starts trying to climb his pant leg with its short and sharp claws digging into the jean material.

“They really like me.”

He carefully sits down crossed legged so the others could also climb all over him. Robin watches for a moment silently and when he sees Danny react well to the little pricks from tiny claws, he seems it safe enough to return to patrol.

The second time it’s a couple of rats that lure him away to find Robin fighting off more thugs than he probably should by himself. So taking the rats’ movements as encouragement, he takes the closest thing, a piece of plywood, and hit the nearest guy over the head with it. The guy crumbles like a wet sock and Danny is moving on to the next thug.

They sweep the floor with these guys with only a few splinters and a twisted ankle.

“It was dangerous to intervene,” Robin tells him. “I had it handled.”

“Yea, I know.”

The vigilante didn’t seem to be expecting that response from his stunned silence. He straightens as much as he can with bruised ribs.

“Well, I’m glad you know your mistake. Don’t let it happen again.”

Danny neither agrees nor disagrees, just shrugs and allow the rats to climb up his leg to his shoulder. Robin looks at them curiously. Danny gives a salute before leaving. Robin gives him a nod.

The third time it happened the roles are reversed.

Some people from the local gang are bullying the lonely, homeless teen to run drugs for them. They don’t seem to understand the word ‘no’. It gets to the point where Danny finds himself with his back against the wall and all his exits blocked with a guy shoving him again and again.

“Stop it!”

“I’ll stop if you agree.”

“I’m not doing it!”

Frank the raccoon and his buddy Bobby launch themselves at the guy’s ankles. The guy shrieks and pulls a gun.

“No!”

Before Danny can dive for it, a projectile comes out of nowhere to knock it out of his hands. He can’t even process what happened before the three are running away, two raccoons chattering at their heels before coming back to crowd him in worry.

Danny looks up to see Robin with a sword out threateningly, staring at where the three fled. He sheaths the sword after a few seconds.

“Are you okay?”

Danny realizes he’s breathing a little heavy and slows down a bit as he leans over to pet the top of the two heads.

“I’m- yea, I’m okay. Thanks for the save. Those guys were jerks.”

“I’m inclined to agree.”

Robin is staring at the raccoons and it takes Danny a long moment to piece things together.

“Did- did they lead you to me?”

Robin doesn’t answer right away.

“You have loyal friends.”

Danny smiles at the weird compliment. Looking down at the two heroes of the evening Danny is also inclined to agree.

The fourth time is funny in a way Danny doesn’t know how to describe.

It was the pigeons. They were at fault of course for how Robin’s secret identity was outed. By pigeons.

The grey birds swarmed Danny and settled in a cloud of feathers. One holding something in its beak before plopping it down in his lap like a golden retriever. It flaps off as Danny picks up the obvious wallet clip holding quite a bit of cash and a student ID. The card says Damian Wayne from Gotham Academy. Just then Robin comes skidding around the corner, clearly out of breath and freezes.

Danny looks down at the clip in his hand and back up at the vigilante. He looks at the crazy amount of birds around him and again at the vigilante.

Said vigilante straightens and approaches like he called Danny there.

“If I could have that so I could return it to its proper owner.”

He holds out a hand with false arrogance, but Danny can see the nervousness in his stance. Danny looks down one last time before putting the clip in the outstretched hand without a word.

Robin nods once, pockets the ID and money, and immediately leaves.

The fifth time just cements what Danny had already figured out.

He was at the park. Not Ivy’s park of course, the one where people actually like to go. He was helping the squirrels find and hide acorns when he’s nearly knocked over by a massive black dog.

“Titus!”

The end of the Great Dane’s leash is a familiar face. Damian Wayne’s eyes widen in recognition as he finally sees who Titus was so excited to get to.

“Uh-“

Danny has to close his mouth quickly or else the massive tongue on his face would have turned into a French kiss.

“Titus! Heel!”

Danny laughs at the embarrassed blush on the other’s face, obviously not used to his companion going off the rails like this.

“It’s alright. We both know how animals like me.”

Damian narrows his eyes to analyze the teen. Danny wasn’t about to pretend and Damian looked like he was debating whether to follow his lead or not. There was literally no one within hearing distance.

“Have you told anyone?”

Danny thought about redirecting, but thought better of it. He actually liked Robin and what he did.

“Nope. I haven’t and I won’t. I swear.”

Damian tilts his head and then looks down at Titus. He seems to come to a decision before looking back at Danny.

“You’re homeless, are you not?”

Didn’t think they were being that direct but sure.

“Yea?”

“I will pay you in food and shelter to take care of my animals.”

Danny blinks. Then actually considers the offer.

“What kind of animals? How many we talking?”

Damian grins.

The family finds out pretty quickly when a teen they’ve never seen before walks into the Batcave with two pails of food for the bats, Titus at his heels and Alfred the cat perched contently on his shoulders.

Duke stares and Bruce short circuits.

“Um, who are you?”

“Hi! I’m Danny. Damian employed me to take care of the animals.”

“O…kay?”

“And where is Damian?” Bruce sounds like it physically hurts to ask and Danny does not envy Damian’s position right now.

“Upstairs. I think he said he was going to his art studio.”

Bruce marches past the boy to the stairs before stopping abruptly and turning to Danny and Duke.

“Don’t touch anything. Watch him.”

Duke and Danny blink at each other for a moment as Bruce disappears up the stairs.

“I’m Duke by the way.”

Danny grins.

[invinciblerodent]

Iona: "ah, please, do take my malaise not to heart, for a terrible tragedy has befallen me... my love, my dearest partner, my most beloved companion... is dead 😔"

Astarion: "I appreciate the sentiment but would you please stop pharsing it that way"

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

Need to watch cabin fever again send help