#it's a MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

[kenchann]

dumb lil yuu doodles 🍊

[bluerosefox]

Saying Sorry Will Never Be Enough

Feeling a bit angsty so I had this idea.

Danny is dating one of the Bats/Birds, and everything is going great, amazing even! They know each other secrets (from powers to everything etc), they have a wonderful place to live (even if its in Gotham), Danny is in college on the way to becoming a space engineer (and he does side jobs for unrestful ghosts), he's actually getting sleep again since leaving Amity Park, gets along with their friends and family (those who Danny or his partner still talk to, up to the writer), there is even talk about marriage and perhaps adoption/kids in the future between Danny and the Bat/Bird he's dating!

Everything is setting up for a good life in his future, something Danny didn't think could have after his accident. He was happy finally, and currently packing up his old apartment because he's moving in with his partner in a few days.

So he felt like his core was being pulled out of him when he opens his apartment door one day receiving a knock to find his parents, who had hadn't seen since they kicked him out of the house after coming clean about being Phantom (their words of anger and denial that their son was 'dead' and now a monster, still hurt)

Sure they didn't attack him or proclaim he's dead but still their last words and anger HURT.

Danny didn't give them a chance to open their mouths, both looking nervous and guilty, before he slams the door close and turns invisible, grabs his phone, and fly's out of his apartment to his partner's place in a panic attack.

His partner, isn't happy.

[modharvest]

Break down

[isjasz]

[Day 53]

Ok quick ddd doodle tdy, fireworks for the bday man :DDD (he died after ofc)

[sovamurka]

YEAH, THANK YOU, FORTICHE, I NEEDED MORE OF THIS

SEXY CROP TOP MUSCLES OUT EKKO LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO

[soy-bean-factory]

- Twyre is in bloom -

[blackbatcass]

MEDIOCRE FOR A LIFETIME OR PERFECT FOR A YEAR!! I’LL KILL YOU NOT TONIGHT!!! INSTINCT GOOD ANSWER!!! YOU WERE LIKE A MOTHER!! NO ONE DIES TONIGHT!!!! YOU HURT ME TOO WHEN YOU SENT ME AWAY!!!MAYBE HE CHANGED!!! BUT I DO IT’S ALL I’VE EVER WANTED TO BE IS THAT WRONG!! SORRY SHIVA I DON’T KILL BUT I DON’T LOSE EITHER!!!! MY DAD HE’S BAD ISN’T HE YES HE IS BUT YOU’RE NOT OKAY!!! YES YOU FINALLY UNDERSTAND ME I WIN!!!! SORRY MOM!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!

[pricklepicklepie]

you shine with more intensity than all the stars I've destroyed

[j00stkl31n]

❤️‍🔥⚡️IM FUCKING BARKING OMFG⚡️❤️‍🔥

[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.

[safeandsound]

our love lasts so long!!!!!!!

my hearttttttttt 🥹😍☀️

my bestie came to visit for his birthday!!! how special!!! i cannot believe!!! here’s a picture of us being absolute dorks showing our matching tattoos. love you to the moon and to saturn alex @safeandsound

[rosie-tyler]

Thomas Ian Griffith + bloopers

[hyohaehyuk]

Both Sam and Jacob imitating their coworkers/showrunners

wretchedsapphic: a moment for the rolin impression à la sam in honor of national rolin jones day

iownthen1ght: just jacob imitating ben daniels' voice for almost 2 minutes (and sam and the rest of the cast reacting to this 😂❤). Plus Sam patting Jacob's thigh twice

Video: The 92nd Street Y, New York - 'Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire' Season 2: Cast and Creators in Conversation

[sioneve]

"Bakanan doesn't understand fashion!" "It's joke! You look stunning!!"

From recent Aqours x Animate Collab

Twitter

[abuglikecreature]

ooooooooooooooomy gourd pinterest u cant jus show me this. oh my. oh my wow. roroooooooo omggggggggggggg. logan is baby real propaganda

[reiverreturns]

i love felicia dancing by herself. i love the banter. i love the golden threads of joy once found in the lanes. i love felicia knowing she'll get through this with vander and silco. i love their apprehension and their youthful naivety. i love that she calls it "this zaun thing". i love that there was belief and happiness and i love it was doomed. i love that everything's gone to shit and but silco still has the glass and vander had the cup and still played the music. i love that the love didn't last but it mattered etc etc etc just throw me down a well at this point.