#it just has really soulful eyes

[frightfullytreeish]

I just think buck should go to a dog shelter looking to adopt something young and fit that he can take jogging but he ends up falling in love with an elderly flatulent chihuahua

[starry-bi-sky]

MMMM twins au with danny and dan except its og TUE timeline danny and dan

ok okay i neeeeed o write this down and share it before i explode buT. as the title says. twins danny and dan (who im going to be calling James/Jamie bc i cannot express how much i despise the name dan) where, instead of disappearing into the ghost zone after he's separated from danny's body, Dan rips out Vlad's ghost half, tears THAT in half, and fuses one half with himself and the other with Danny.

Shit happens, and BOOM. Two morally ambiguous and perhaps slightly murderous demonic twins from hell. Daniel James Fenton and his Twin WHose Always Been Here What Are You Talking About :) James Daniel Fenton. They are both depressed, lonely, and one bad day from becoming a mass extinction event :)

this is because i got grabbed by the hair today and dragged into the SVSS fandom screaming and the fanart of Shen Jiu/Shen Yuan/Shen Quingqiu (????) with his fan entranced me. Ice Prince Core is my favorite thing so naturally i have to implant that onto my favorite blorbos ever :)

After the Incident, both their appearances changed and they're practically identical to each other. Sorta. They both have heterochromia and salt-and-pepper hair. But Danny has one green eye and one blue eye and white hair with black streaks, while Jamie has one blue eye and one green eye and black hair with white streaks. I'm iving them both long hair, for funsies <3

nobody can tell them apart, they keep getting confused on whose who and frankly the mix-match hair and eyes make it worse not better asjd. they're horrifically codependent. please do not separate :)

and because i must. im pulling a blood blossom/tales of the passerine and giving them to pre-robin batman. batman and his terrifying demon(??) twins. nobody is quite sure if they're human or not, and the scourge of gotham are a little too terrified to ask.

(they dont HAVE to go to batman while he's pre-robin. however. i think its much funnier that way bc gotham isn't use to A) Batman having kids, and B) Batman having TERRIFYING kids yet. think of all the new fun rumors)

they both use war fans while they're out, and neither of them use their ghost forms because they at least have the remaining empathy to know that they're more likely to murder someone accidentally as a ghost :). Ghost form is for fellow mythicals and Functionally Immortals Only! Not for Squishy Humans.

Jamie: murder. bloodshed. revengggee Bruce: no. no. Justice. peace!! hope! Danny: bittinngggg. blooood. ^-^

They're honestly not bad kids they're just horrifically traumatized two halves of a whole that can never be reunited ever again :).

idk what their vigilante names are but i do know that the underground refer to them in horrified whispers as 'the twins'. this all stemmed from the desperate and sudden urge to see Danny and Jamie, as their vigilante selves, hiding the lower half of their faces with fans and looking terrifyingly judgmental while they do it <333

[fraternum-momentum]

i just spoke with a guy with the bluest eyes imaginable and it really was like this meme

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[mariocki]

RIP Timothy West (20.10.1934 - 12.11.2024)

"We met when we were cast with small parts in that really boring play, so had both brought the crossword to stop us going mad. We saw each other across the rehearsal room doing it, so decided to sit together. Then we couldn’t record because of the strike one day so we went to the cinema, Pru and I, to see The Grass is Greener with Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr. The show was cancelled, but a bit later Pru sent me a card saying ‘they’re reviving that terrible play, are you in it?’ I wasn’t but we started writing to each other then."

"Humour is vital, and respect for what people do and what people think. Kindness is important, and we’ve always had the same humour, laughed at the same things, been interested in the same things, got cross about the same things. And been in the same business. We have often been away from each other work-wise and therefore we’re always very glad to see each other again."

[sulky-cabbage]

Eve: "Regarding the lyrics, this time its about portraying the conflicts and feelings of the characters in Jujutsu kaisen. This kind of feeling inside me, made me choose the characters one by one and thus write the lyrics. I don't dare to say where or who..."

Also Eve:

Alternative translations: 1 2 3 4

The lyrics hit different after ch 271. I kinda want this to be the op for s4 ngl

[sysig]

Go play pretend on your own (Patreon)

[subtitledink13]

*SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS*

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. THEY GOT MARRIED WITH PEACHIE O'S AND HE PUT "BELOVED WIFE" ON HER GRAVESTONE 😭

[cubtales]

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[kraviolis]

*clings onto any and all characters who show both subtle or explicit signs of plurality from all of my various interests and hyperfixations consistently throughout my entire life* no no its all a coincidence im just fascinated with the concept i certainly dont relate to it haha

[askblueandviolet]

Hey Bai He , you okay ? Need a pillow to scream into ? It helps most of the time anyway.

Hey Mayor how many souls do you need to consume daily? Are some souls stronger than others?

Hey Macaque, all im gonna say is : good luck also ,why dont you just rob a bank with you shadow powers?

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[bluesinnamonroll]

Idk I had a cool looking sketch of my redesigns and just went with it lol

[shippingmyworld]

Who wants to hear my very loose Tigerghost AU concept:

Miracle City and Amity Park are just different districts within the same big city. Manny and his dad are out superheroing one day, but fights are becoming too easy, and Manny gets cocky. This causes him to make a mistake, resulting in Randolfo being forced to save Manny by getting himself injured in the process. It ends up being pretty bad, and there's now rumors going around that White Pandera will have to retire. Manny, filled with intense guilt, is determined to make things right by any means nessassary.

He begins hearing whispers from kids about ghosts in another district with weird powers. Some are even said to grant wishes. So Manny travels to Amity Park, looking for this wish granting ghost. But everyone he talks to get super clamly when he asks about ghosts; a lot of questions are met with "I gotta go, I left the oven on at home!" or "Sorry, I don't believe in ghosts." or some other lame excuse (one blond jock-looking dude he asked just instantly paled and ran away screaming something about how he valued his life).

Eventually, Manny's questions cause him to get cornered by an older teen with long red hair. She demands to know why Manny is so insistently looking for ghosts, and while Manny is dodgy about the answer, he will slip and say he wants their help. The girl is surprised, but tells him to go to the local library and check out a specific book. When he gets to the library, he only has about ten minutes before the library clothes. So he instantly asks one of the assistants who's reshelving books where he can find it. The assistant is another girl, around his age, dressed in black from head to toe. She asks where he got the name of his book from, and after some back and forth, she relents and points Manny towards the back of the library with an ominous warning of "I hope you know what you're doing." He finds the book and barely has time to pick it off the shelf before the library's closing announcement rings overhead and he's forced to check the book out.

Once he's back home, Manny hops onto his bed and cracks the book open for the first time once he's in his room. The blinds are instantly pulled and his door slams shut, shrouding Manny in darkness. When he looks up, there's another boy with white hair and piercing green eyes, floating in front of him. The floating boy is observing him closely with his hand on his chin; like Manny was a bug under a magnifying glass. Their noses were just inches apart and the air in the room was so cold he could see his own frozen breath. He shivered, both from the cold and the sudden shock, but he didn't dare scream. He'd faced down behemoth monsters and heinous villains, but none of them compared to the energy radiating off the boy that now floated in his room.

"So," the boy said, floating in a slow circle around Manny now. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?"

The ghost gestured at the book in Manny's hands. The book was shaking, jumping in Manny's grip suddenly. He dropped it, and the book spun in the air before him, flipping through it's pages rapidly. The text on the pages glowed green before him.

"You summoned me, wanting something, didn't you?" The boy asked. "Human's always want something. It's the only reason you bother dealing with our kind, aside from hunting us."

Manny perked up, his fear slipping away. "Are you the ghost that grants wishes?"

"What would you do if I was?" The boy inquired. "What sort of wish would you make?"

"My dad's hurt." Manny said instantly. For a moment, he thought he saw a flash of surprise on the ghost's face, as if he hadn't been expecting that answer. "He got hurt saving me. The doctor says he might not ever walk again but I...I can't be the reason he gives up being a superhero."

The ghost observed Manny for another moment, floating gently towards the ceiling with his arms folded across his chest. "And to make this wish possible...what would you be willing to part with?"

"Huh?"

The ghost smiled. "Surely you're not expecting us to help you out of the goodness of our hearts, are you? After all, none of us have had a beating heart for a very long time."

Laughter filled the room, and Manny realized there were faces in the shadows on his bedroom walls. They all were leering at him as they laughed, lips curled up into venomous sneers. "Who are you?" Manny asked.

The ghost raised his hand, and the laughing stopped. He fooled a hand across his chest and bowed to Manny, as if this was all just one big performance to him. "Phantom, King of Ghosts, at your service."

Manny stared at Phantom for a moment. In the shadow cast by Phantom, Manny thought he could notice the shape of a small crown floating above the ghost's head. "You expect me to believe that the king of all ghosts answers the call of anyone that opens this book?"

"It wasn't always me," the ghost said. "But you humans got a little too comfortable approaching my kind. So I stepped in. The guard to a bridge, to say, between your world and mine and protecting ghosts from your kind. But enough chit chat. Are you willing to pay?"

"What's the price?"

The ghost smiled again before disappearing. He popping into existence right before Manny, grabbing his chin with his frigid hand and forcing them to look eye to eye again.

"Your soul."

"Fine."

The ghost blinked, his smile falling off his face for a moment before he broke out in laughter. He let go of Manny's face so he could hold his stomach while he laughed. "Seriously, just like that? You're willing to bind yourself to me for all eternity?"

"If you can make my dad walk again, I'll do it."

A wicked smile spread across the ghost's face before he snapped his fingers. The book's pages flew free from the leather binding, plastering themselves across Manny's bedroom floor in a glowing pentagram. The ghost touched down on the opposite side and extended his open hand. "Then all you need to do is step into the circle and take my hand."

Manny mustered his courage and slid of his bed, instantly stepping into the circle and taking the ghost's hand. The ghost was at least a foot taller than him, but scrawny as hell, so it was no issue for Manny to yank the ghost down to his level. A surprised look crossed the ghost's expression as Manny pulled him closer. "No funny business," he warned.

The ghost smiled widely again, his eyes tinkling like stars. "Deal."

And with a snap of his fingers, the circle beneath then flashed, illuminating Manny's entire bedroom in a blinding green light.

[synthient]

I think the thing about “John Wick is a blank slate protagonist as long as you separate him from his Keanu Reeves-ness, which is his one source of characterization,” is that you can’t separate him from Keanu Reeves. Maybe even more so than standard for the medium (where the performance is always as, if not more, important to the character than what’s “on the page"). This is a character precision crafted to be The ideal Keanu Reeves vehicle. Made in a lab to play to all of Keanu’s strengths. Which mostly lie in nonverbal acting, and include “guy who is stiff and socially awkward and doesn’t say much, but radiates some sort of wisdom/melancholy/unspoken complexity;” “guy who combines strength with delicateness;” and “guy who is fed up with this and would really really really like to go home now.”

[dailybakudekusong]

Today's Daily BakuDeku Song Is: Stargazing - Myles Smith

Take my heart, don't break it Love me to my bones All this time I wasted You were right there all along You and I stargazing Intertwining souls We were never strangers You were right there all along

[bumblingbabooshka]

 🗣🚨 YAOI ALERT 🚨🗣 [TEXT: Neelix took a seat next to Tuvok. He hoped the Vulcan would make some comment about his story, but a long silence ensued. Neelix found himself feeling unaccountably nervous, reading into Tuvok's silence a general disapproval - and yet, what could he expect? From the moment they first met, Tuvok had been aloof and judgmental. Nonetheless, his opinion mattered to Neelix, and so, inwardly chastising himself for doing so, he turned to the somber man. "So, Mr. Vulcan...what did you think of my story?" Another silence. Neelix felt himself begin to perspire. Why wasn't Tuvok answering him? Had he embarrassed himself that fully? He felt his heart beating in his chest. "I know I've done some awful things in my life," he stammered, "but I've tried to make up for them. I hope you won't hold what I've told you against me..." He trailed off lamely, his words sounding hollow. Tuvok turned slowly to look at him, his dark visage glistening in the heat of the setting sun. His eyes seemed to pierce Neelix's brain. He stared like that for a full moment before he spoke. "I found it an exceptional story. You have complexities, and courage, I would never have imagined." Neelix couldn't believe what he was hearing - Tuvok was actually complimenting him! He felt a little shiver of pleasure, but he couldn't for the life of him think of anything to say in return...] Source: Pathways by Jeri Taylor