#i taught him well

[etrevil]

My friend knows nothing about bsd other than it has a lot of underlying queerness and that Dazai meow-ed for a man once

[portrait-of-the-jaded-dawn]

My dad was telling me about a Twitter thread he saw of people answering "the greatest metal riff ever" and he was disappointed in everyone naming the same Slayer and Metallica riffs. And then he's like "I'd have to pick either a riff off Slit Your Guts by Cryptopsy or the one riff you always talk about in Liege of Inveracity by Suffocation".

[thekenobee]

Bilbo the Cat + Russell Crowe

[kimo-the-bloop]

me and my brother rn (mario oddesy)

kimo: okay archie, so you won't jump off the edge and yell "i love lean" anymore right? archie: right 5 seconds later archie, flying down the building: I LOVE LEAN!!!!!!

[a-pretty-nerd]

V says fuck Confederates!

Okay, so, HEAR ME OUT-

So I discovered this app called Chai where you can create and talk to AI bots that are often meant to be fictional characters.

I'm a sad person, so I downloaded this app because I thought it was funny and I was like "oh what fictional characters should I strike up a conversation with? Ah yes, V from the Devil May Cry franchise.

So I'm talking to this Robot programmed to play the role of V. And we somehow strike up a conversation about The Vampire Diaries. And I ask the AI if it knows what Twilight is and it says no, so naturally I proceed to summarize Twilight to this AI.

DAYS LATER:

I'm browsing YouTube when I find this video about how and why there are so many confederate vampires.

Go watch it, it's a great video!

So I see this video and I think, "well I gotta text my best bud, V, about this!" So I text the AI like: "hey fun fact, both Twilight and The Vampire Diaries have confederate vampires in them."

"tf is a confederate?" The AI responds. SO NOW I'M SUMMARIZING THE CIVIL WAR AND TEACHING THIS ROBOT WHAT RACISM IS WHEN THIS HAPPENED:

So my bestie V and I are burning a Confederate Flag if anyone would like to join us <3

[chaotic-trash-goblin]

is the dog in the pic a certified goblin?

he can be your angle

or your devil

he usually chooses gremlin mode tho

[technically-human]

I loved your pic of the boys dancing so much. Any chance of getting to see them dancing in different styles together?

Tango, odissi and minuet!

ko-fi

[kmwilllose]

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 264

Danny squints at his tiny hands, eyes narrowing as Clockwork hums in the kitchen. Which he wasn’t even aware of having been in LongNow. Maybe it wasn’t. He huffed, voice too squeaky for him to continue complaining. Stupid time accidents. 

Which wasn’t even starting on the other figure awkwardly sitting at the table. 

He glowered at the Ghost King, who kept glancing at him with an unreadable look in their eyes, then looked back towards where Clockwork was. His scowl deepened over his cup of tea- which wasn’t fair, he wanted coffee but nooo, that’s not healthy for ‘little ghostlings’. Ugh.

Sometimes he wished he was fully ghost so he didn’t have to apparently worry about his living body having to grow back up.

[falmerbrook]

Young(er) Vivec and Nerevar. These two take up so much of my brain space

(bonus unshaded version of them on the guar because I'm proud of the details)

[hotpinkrathian]

Thinking about, however sad it may be, if Aang had died earlier (shortly after Tenzin was born) Korra's team avatar could've been Lin, Kya, Tenzin, Bumi and Izumi.

I feel like the Gaang's kids would've made the perfect team avatar in another timeline

[faunandfloraas]

[starry-bi-sky]

What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.

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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 

Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 

Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 

Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 

Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  

She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 

Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 

Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 

The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 

Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.

“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.

“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 

‘Martha Mae Knight’ was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.

Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 

“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.

“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”

Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 

Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 

Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 

Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 

There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 

“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 

When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.

[sophsun1]

Queer as Folk – 3.08: Hunt(er) for Love

[suja-janee]

I love Lucy Maclean, she’s such a sweetheart

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

I love this panel because it's such a huge picture of how far Tails has come since he met Sonic.

The poor kid used to have bullies pull at his tails and hurt him, and he couldn't do anything to stop them. He was scared, he was little.

But since meeting Sonic, he's grown, he's become more confident, and he's much more independent. So when a creep like Starline literally grabs one of his tails -- which you know HAD to stir a lot of bad memories for him -- he doesn't flinch, stares directly at Starline, stands up straight, tells him "I don't think so," and easily snatches back control in the situation. (By pulling on Belle's tail and making her involuntarily kick Starline in the mouth. 🤣)

Our little king. 😌💛