#it's a wing bro

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 9, day 20

...my stylus died :| It's charging rn but charging takes foreeeeeeeeveeeeeerrrrrrrr so I'm just gonna write for the rest of the time before bed XD

[chipjrwibignaturals]

babe wake up new doccy clip just dropped

[methoughtsphantom]

silly headcannon #2 that Bruce never got the reference that Jason always made of himself being short round (he always thought it was Jason saying he was short) until after he died and Tim, avid Indiana Jones fan made Bruce watch the movies with him, only the man breaks out crying., sobbing, full on breaking down over the two second scene that is Indy ruffling Short Round’s hair as he explains they first met when he caught the kid stealing from him, and then took him under his wing.

[anatomical-puppet]

get back up. that’s all you’ve ever been good at, isn’t it? knocked down, beaten, forced to pull yourself back to life. nothing’s ever changed. nothing ever will. just get back up. it will happen again.

[irraydiate]

Jonas continuing the collection—

[cowardlykrow]

"Hah, dude doesn't even know he's in my tamagotchi."

[leafaske]

and back to the void he runs

even after my hiatus, i still somehow reached 20k followers. that's a difficult number of people to wrap my head around.

thank you so much for being here. 💙

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

💫 Comet: a small celestial object with a core of ice, a leftover from the formation of a star.

Seeing one is historically considered a bad omen—inspiring fear, awe, and dread in those who witness it.

[animezinglife]

It will never not be funny to me that Elain shanked the King of Hybern.

Not because I've ever underestimated her--I don't.

I'm thinking of it through the king's perspective. You're an ancient, powerful, immortal being. A warlord with countless years of combat experience and a devastating weapon at your disposal. You'll mock High Lords with terrible power--one of which nightmisted a big chunk of your army with the wave of his hand. You could be incinerated by Autumn's fire; torn apart by Spring's claws and maw. You could be frozen and shattered by Winter. Nuked or shredded by Day. Hacked to bits by the Illyrian warriors.

And you get stabbed by Elain.

Elain, who is described as being the human/Fae equivalent of this creature and on the surface looks about as menacing:

[biscuit-munchies]

I'm on my stupid shit again people ;; Had an idea of a Harpy Jimmy Z cause bro NEEDS a creature power suit. How he got like that is Chris and Martin (mainly Martin) wanted Jimmy to get used to the creature power suits seeing he's the only one that doesn't really have one. Jimmy isn't all too keen on getting his own suit right away, so they use Martin's as a test. Chris shows him the basics of proper use of the CPS and which disks to use and what exactly to touch to activate (using chris' animal bits collection or whatever he calls it). They probably start off with 'easy' animals (like songbirds or small mammals) and Jimmy starts getting used to it, maybe even a bit more confident.

So these idiots boys keep cycling through different animals probably faster than the CPS is used to until BANG! The suit malfunctions! (as suits do) and Jimmy comes out as a mashup of different kinds of birds! (mainly a Harpy Eagle (hah), a heron, a vulture, and a hummingbird). Martin is amazed, Chris is like "huh?", and Jimmy is like "?????? WHAT THE FUCK????" and so hijinx ensues, or whatever

[majimasleftasscheek]

Omg it's that one cat from a hat in time meowjima

he...

[mamawasatesttube]

tim continues to have a normal one in spreadsheet fic: he's got two spreadsheets now.

[octtinkk]

Living, breathing, and dying for @mistercesare’s prohibitedwish roleswap au. Take some fanart.

[spacesapphi]

Forever salty that there's no portrait version of this and that it never gets referenced again... WDYM ALT SHANE IS REAL AND NO ONE IN GAME ACKNOWLEDGES IT AFTER THIS....

[bindinglove]

i remember literally peeing laughing when feyre was talking to rhys about the tithe and rhys was like god no we don’t have tithe how cruel, and feyre was like omg so you guys don’t tax people? and rhys was like no we definitely tax people

i literally cackled like c’mon man

[fearandhatred]

the rapture

it's a holy thing, in theory, a glorious celebration, where those who believe rise to meet the lord in the air. it's a day of joy, in theory, and maybe even of vindication for those who have always believed.

but no one thinks about how it's like to see the dead rise again—bodies clawing their way out of bolted wood and six feet of packed earth, bodies decomposed and maggot-feasted, nails stained with rot and dirt. no one thinks about the violent lurch of their bodies being jolted into the air by the stomach, gravity flinging their heads back down to earth as they struggle in vain to find footing on molecules and gas. no one thinks about those who don't make it.

no one thinks about the screams.

crowley hadn't thought about any of these things. he certainly hadn't thought about the angels that would be called back to heaven along with the believers.

here they stand dead in the middle of absolute ruin, the promise of heaven the only thing left to look forward to on the wasteland of this earth. the sky has opened up like the eye of god, watching over her people for the very first time, and crowley's black wings against the beams of light only remind him that he doesn't belong up there with the rest of them. crowley wraps his arms tight around aziraphale, squeezes his torso like he can maybe keep aziraphale with him through sheer will or, laughably, demonic intervention. like love could ever be enough. like love could stay.

around them, the cacophony of wails and mockingly exaltant trumpets scorch the earth in their intensity, clashing and agonising even—especially—for them, and words make no sound. but they hold on to each other, even as they shrink into themselves against the noise of the undying. i don't want to leave you either, aziraphale doesn't say, but his hands dig into the cotton of crowley's sleeve, and crowley hears the words through his fingertips.

he feels a stronger upward resistance against his embrace now, and he clings tighter, steadfast, even as aziraphale's grip falters. but he knows he can't hold on forever. he knows that nothing ever lasts.

trembling with something unspeakable, he lifts his arms from aziraphale's torso and covers the angel's ears with his hands. he feels more than hearing aziraphale's resulting sob, and he spreads out his wings to wrap them around their bodies. a shield, a comfort, a goodbye.

it's okay, the gesture says in silence. i'll see you in another lifetime.