#i can imagine everything

[thesuntookgoodcareofme]

Casca and Utena parallels of wanting to fight for what or who conforted you when you were in the loneliest moment of your life, taking a sword to fight for a dream, for who seems to be your prince, meeting a person who seems aloof and strange, being far away from them but slowly getting closer and realizing how similar you both are, seeing how you both forget yourselves for that one person who you follow blindly and being betrayed by it because it was his dream. Your dream..........

[sokoal]

Still can not belive that Trump was there at the weekend. No matter who invited him, Liberty/FOM/FIA or McLaren it's unacceptable and no excuse. Here is proof that what they say has no values.

Speaking 👉👈 Doing

Who will be the next guest? Andrew Tate??

[notyourmoon4528]

I have inspiration for a fan video

Qimir/the stranger/the teacher are 👑

Mae is ♥️

Sol is 👠

Osha is 🗡️

Help 🤣

[Red]

I'm just a girl, arms open wide

Looking for kindness somewhere in your eyes

I'm looking for something I may never find

All I want is love

[Queen of Hearts]

What you want doesn't exist

Love ain't it

[Red]

You say love ain't it

It makes me weak, but how'd I know if I ain't felt it yet?

You say love ain't it

And I wish I could compete with all the grief that you've experienced

[Queen of Hearts]

Love ain't it

And nothing's as sweet as when you defeat all your enemies

I say love ain't it

And fear is more important if we're gonna rule for centuries, oh

[Plebs]

Could it really be her?

They're saying there's no one worse

No one's as mean, mean as the Queen, mean as the Queen

She's been gone for years, but now she's appeared

So hide under your beds, under your beds

[Queen of Hearts]

Alright, here we go

[Plebs and Queen of Hearts]

Be careful of what you do, be careful of what you say (that's right)

Or it'll be off with your head, off with your head (out of my way, pleebs)

Be careful where you go, don't make her upset

Or else, it'll be off with your head (bah, blah, blah, huh)

[Red and Queen of Hearts]

So, you knew her?

I saw through her

Cinderella and I were classmates (no way)

I spend way too much time in this place, so I had to escape (okay)

The people here might smile, but they're two-faced and too fake

Wait, you went to Auradon Prep?

Nope, wasn't even called that yet

[Chloe Charming and Cinderella]

Wow, that girl was super rude

What's her problem? What's her deal?

Some people act mean at first 'cause they're too afraid to feel

It's survival, it's protection, that's why roses grow their thorns

Come on, whose side are you on?

The only one worse than her is her mom

Look, hon', back in high school, a mean prank was played

And ever since that fateful day she was never quite the same, it's a shame

What happened? Is it okay to ask?

We came to celebrate the future, sweetie

Not dwell on the past

[Queen of Hearts]

Haha, stand aside, the Queen's arrived

Look at them, so innocent

Can't believe they let us in

Watch 'em pay the consequence for being so dang insolent

Can't you smell their cowardice? Soak it up, devour it

Treats are for the weak, let me show you what real power is

Quick, Red, you gotta follow along

One day, you'll be on the throne

Automatic, just how I planned it

[Red]

What about what I want?

[Queen of Hearts]

They're gon' fall like parachutes

They're gon' crawl to me on all fours

[Red]

What did they ever do to you?

[Queen of Hearts]

Red, what are you arguing for?

I don't speak politician, I'm a queen

Your submission's what I need

On your knees, kneel to me

Royalty, you should listen, or you'll wind up in a prison

You'll be living in a dungeon underground

[Queen of Hearts and plebs]

Love ain't it (love)

Let me show you what real true power is (ain't it)

It's when I say you only live (power) if I let you live (oh)

And you should take what I give when I'm giving it

And what I'm giving, love ain't it

Love ain't it (love), love ain't it (ain't)

Love ain't it, na-na-na

Love ain't it (love), love ain't it (ain't)

Love ain't it, oh, na-na (ooh, love ain't it)

[Queen of Hearts]

Look into the mirror, it's our destiny

Rule a million years with you right next to me

Swimming in their tears, won't they taste so sweet?

There's a new dawn in Auradon

I'm gonna take the crown and then put it on

I'm gonna take the crown and do what I want

You're gonna make me proud when you take that throne

[Queen of Hearts and plebs]

Love ain't it (love)

Let me show you what real true power is (ain't it)

It's when I say you only live (power) if I let you live (oh)

And you should take what I give when I'm giving it

And what I'm giving, love ain't it

[Queen of Hearts, Red and plebs]

Love ain't it (love), love ain't it (ain't)

Love ain't it, na-na-na

Love ain't it (love), love ain't it (ain't)

Love ain't it, oh, na-na (love ain't it)

[Queen of Hearts]

Love ain't, mmm

Love ain't it

[black-grulla]

The "I can imagine anything" is literally me

oc guy moodboard

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers

[chloesimaginationthings]

The ending of FNAF Help wanted..

[inkbybambi]

chemistry teacher soap catches gym teacher simon fucking you in the bathroom during a school dance, tattooed hand over your mouth to muffle the pretty noises you make. he doesn’t think either of you notice, until those dark eyes turn on him, a slight tilt to his head in invitation.

soap decides he has a better way of keeping you quiet, stuffing his cock down your throat, enjoying the way you choke on it and the way simon tugs him forward to lick into his mouth, a hum of approval low in his throat.

[lotus-pear]

horrendously late entry for @luneariann’s dtiys!! congrats on one million ely i’m so proud of you <3

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[in-som-niyah]

Pressing the call button on Jason’s contact was the last thing he needed. You knew he was busy on patrol and you knew he couldn’t be coming back for something as trivial as your hurt feelings.

But just a phone call wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Jason?”

“Hey darling, everything ok?”

You hesitate and swallow hard

“Y-Yeah, yeah I was just calling to-“

“Tell me the truth.”

You try your damnest to stifle the sob that threatens to blow your cover, but Jason catches it anyway.

“I’ll be there in 10.”

[kizzer55555]

DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[sharkylad]

Thinking about the fact that Mabel and Dipper didn't know they had two great uncles.

Yeah they are 12 and at 12 I had a shotty understanding of my family tree- But really? Nobody brought up their great uncle? Stanley? Especially since they'll be staying with his twin brother, Stanford?

Shermie never went to Stan's fake funeral, which to me means the twos relationship was strained on some level. If Shermie is older that means his view of Stan was poisoned in some way, that even as kids they weren't close. If the Shermie is younger then he never even got to meet Stan and all he knew about him was how he failed his family. Hell, people probably barely mentioned Stanley TO Shermie.

The fact that Stan had become a black stain upon the Pines family name makes me so vividly upset. Stanley faked his death and the family just- seemingly decided to strike him from the record. To pretend he didn't existed to spare themselves the sadness and shame.

Stanford and Shermie Pines. The only children worth mentioning of Filbrick and Caryn Pines.

It was never Stanford that was lost to the world. It was Stanley, ever since he had to leave New Jersy- it was always him that had to be struck from the record. Change his name, change his state, change his affiliations, destroy the remains of ghost that was Stanley Pines. Kill him so the family doesn't bring him up, doesn't ask questions, stops asking "Stanford" about his twin.

I just keep thinking about the fact that since the day he made one single mistake all the way up until Ford walks out of that machine- Stanley Pines was killed and did not exist. And Stan himself had no one to blame, he had to play the part in his own demise- He is the only one who ever knew Stanley was alive and has been for decades.

He lives in the multitudes of every personality he's ever taken, all in the hope that he himself can stop being Stanley Pines.

[puppyeared]

in his silly era

[calam4r1]

motherly love

[lurukifennecfox]

The spirit of Amity Park and Lady Gotham

Amity was a strong spirit. stronger than any city her size or age had any right to be, but she was, and she was going to make it matter.

Gotham was old, she was strong but sick and cursed so she couldn't do much but make her shadows that much darker, enough to be unseen, make her sounds that much louder enough to be unheard, guide the debris or a stray bullet a little to the left so that it would only graze not kill. even sick and hurt she was stubborn and she would make it matter.

Amity was younger than Gotham, most were, but Gotham was impressed with her. just like her Protector Amity was way too strong and way too young and very ambitious and protective of Hers.

they had that in common, Gotham was protective, Possesive. Her people were hers and hers only if they weren't Amity's first she couldn't take them, she would.

Amity was like her people, she was adaptive, sceptical but friendly, hard to gain trust from but loyal if you did. Amity was like her Protectors, she was determined and protective, she was fun but serious.

Gotham was like her people, she was a survivor, untrusting and brash, stubborn but flexible. Gotham was like her Bats, she was curious but secretive, protective to the point of possesivnes, calculated but quippy.

Amity was young and her form reflected that, she looked like a pre-teen like most her Protectors, her wheat blonde hair in star clipped twin-tails, a replica of the Ops Centre for a hat, eyes bright green and glowing freckles dusting her cheeks. her clothes were bright like her houses, always having funny accents and accessories and teared holes, her nails were painted but always chipped.

her laughter was loud with explosions and honking of cars and her voice was chipper and cracking.

Gotham was mature and so was her form, her hair black, iridescent and dripping like an oil spill, her face sickly pale(or ashen) and eyes solid yellow with bat shaped pupils (they were blood red before, just like her lips are) she is always dressed in black, blending with her shadows, clothes elegant but ripped and dirty, bloody pearls on her neck, black claws dripping oil like her hair, breath fogging with smog.

her laughter had clanking of weapons and banging of shots, her voice was raspy and strangled.

Amity looked up to Gotham, her determination and stubborn persistence to protect Hers, her funny quips and sarcastic comments.

They weren't too far by city spirit standards, they were on the same continent after all. And Amity could be that much farther, that much closer, just on the other side of the veil. Amity was in the Realms once, she knew the way back.

[mitskiluvr]

of course when you ask akechi to play darts he shows up alone and no one else comes and he picks the hardest difficulty of darts and he also hits perfect bullseyes each turn. is any of this surprising anymore. why am i shocked.