#late night silliness

[pebblysand]

[sillyunicorn]

Thought I would give cannon-era Wilmon a shot:

Simon tugged at his jeweled jacket, uncomfortable in the bright lights. The circus tent was packed tonight. It was their final performance in Stockholm, and it seemed like everyone in town had come out to see what was promised to be “A show that would go off with a bang.”

At a signal from the announcer, he plastered on a smile, waved to the crowd, and climbed the short ladder to the mouth of the cannon. As he turned to the audience one final time, he caught sight of a now-familiar face in the very front row. Simon smirked. Back again, prins? 

The bang being courtesy of Simon himself. As the smallest member of the troupe, and the most daring, it was Simon who had been chosen for their final act tonight: the human cannonball.

Sweden’s younger prince had attended the Marieburg Traveling Circus show every night, clapping loudly at Simon’s trapeze act and gazing with unadulterated admiration when Simon sang the closing song. Now, he looked adorably aghast at the thought of Simon being launched thirty feet across the stage. It was really quite endearing. Feeling bold, Simon blew the prince a kiss before climbing into the cannon.

It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, sliding down into the barrel. But Simon had done this many times before, and wasn’t worried about the launch itself. The “bang” was all for show – it was a giant rubber spring, not an explosion, that would launch him into the air. There was a large net on the other side of the stage that he would land in, just as he had in rehearsals. But he had been in the circus business long enough to know that sometimes, accidents did happen, and it’s the landing, not the fall, that does you in. It was all enough to make Simon a bit anxious.

He steeled himself as he listened for the announcer’s cue. 

“Three, two, ONE!” 

Right on time, he found himself launched into the air. 

Simon did not even have time to register the shout of alarm from across the tent, nor to notice a very well-dressed figure sprinting across the stage toward the net. Before he knew it, he was enveloped in a tangle of limbs and mesh.

“The net!” someone was gasping. “There was a hole in the net!”

The man pulled Simon to his feet. The air was full of yells and cries. Simon took a quick inventory of his body – nothing broken, nothing even bruised. Except perhaps his ribs, where the man still had an arm wrapped tightly around him. 

“Are you alright?”

Simon blinked, and finally realized who his rescuer was. The prince.

“What happened?” Simon managed to ask. 

“Just before the launch, I looked, and – and – the net –”

Simon looked down to where his feet were still tangled in the mesh. A large rip ran from where he stood to the corner beam where the net was tied. It would have done absolutely nothing to stop his fall. Somehow, the prince had gotten there in time and caught him.

“You saved me,” Simon said, looking up at him. 

The prince, suddenly shy, released Simon from his grip and took a step back. 

“I – I – well, you were very brave, being shot out of that thing like that –”

“You were brave for running over. I owe you my life.”

The prince blushed furiously. Simon found it was a rather appealing color on him.

“No, not at all, not at all.”

Others were jostling around them now, checking on him, shouting at each other about the net. Simon glanced around. He saw the circus owner striding over. He was the last person Simon wanted to talk to right now. He had had enough of Marieburg, he thought. 

Simon looked back at the prince, who was still staring at him.

“How about dinner, instead?” Simon asked.

The prince gaped at him for a moment, before collecting himself and nodding once, his cheeks still pink. “It would be my pleasure.”

“Great,” Simon said. “Then let’s get out of here.”

He led them through the throng, shucking his costume jacket and tossing it in a corner. Hand in hand, Simon and the prince ducked out of the tent and into the night. 

Loosely inspired by Rossa Matilda Richter, the first human cannonball, who also sang and among whose fans was King Edward VII when he was Prince of Wales. Thanks @simonsapelsin for talking cannons with me :)

[spiritofdragonfire]

Late-night Silliness with Kaiju Part 2~

[she-ismysun-archive]

what’s the most romantic thing you can say to me right now?

“I’ll watch the rookie with you” SWOON

waiting oh so not patiently for episode four to return March 26th 🫡

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy 10th anniversary to FNAF!!

[momhwa117]

It's 2 am here rn ..I just went to the kitchen jamming to Madonna's Back that Up to the Beat ....for a glass of water and came back running clutching a bottle of water cz a cockroach scared.....(All the while my father was blissfully sleeping)

[ipad-baby-armand]

I’m so normal about this show and these idiots

[zu-is-here]

<– • –>

[en-chi-la-da]

silly + dumb <3

[mimefish]

Scar's win has me feeling all sorts of emotions. How he admitted his alliance could have gone either way. How he continued to embrace being the villain but flat out refusing to kill Pearl until it really came down to it and the fight was as fair as it could have been. How he had so, so many chances to betray people one on one, and didn't. How jumpy and paranoid he was, on such high alert to every threat that telling Bdubs about Etho's death had him scared of Bdubs coming after him on a horse. How he still kept burning bases and causing chaos despite the flat out warfare going on. How he wasn't able to trust Pearl enough to look behind him but at the same time was only fighting her at all because his loyalty got him there. How he didn't realise he'd killed Pearl and kept trying to pursue her, thinking it was some sort of trick. How Grian of all people had to tell him that she'd died, and Scar had won. How shocked he was to realise it. How he stood there for a moment, just taking hits from that zombie. How he didn't understand how the guy with no friends had made it this far. How the villain, all alone, survived. And how upon approaching the Secret Keeper to succeed, he didn't die, not like in every other series. No, his task was renewed. To win Secret Life. Scar might have been the last one living, but he never got out.

[feralhoekage]

✨ pale girl aesthetic ✨

[springypaws]

I manifested this at 3am last night and I don’t know how I feel about it but it exists now so this is my contribution for @jonmartinweek day 5, Criptids | Webs and Weaving <3333

Cue silly color palette moment

[degenerateshinji]

glu glu glu

[fishfission-dc]

Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 5: Cass)

<<Part 4: Jason    |    Part 6: Steph >>

[Masterlist]

Cass: (signs) My turn :)

Steph: Before we begin, I want to clarify that I only wrote the words on the slide and they are exactly as Cass told me to write them. Everything else is alllllll her.

Bruce (stressed): If you are denying responsibility I can’t imagine what I’m about to see.

Dick: Favorite colors? Steph what’s so bad about that?

Steph: It’s... you’ll see.

Cass: :)

Jason: Shocking from a vigilante who called herself “Black Bat”

Tim: Steph this seems fine?

Steph (sweating): Guys just wait

Cass: :)

Barbara: Specific...

Steph: I do love those shorts :)

Duke: Steph was that your big surprise?

Steph: Oh, no. No it’s not.

Dick: Um so when did you take that photo of my bed? And why have you been in there enough to know my multiple sets of bedsheets?

Cass: :)

Tim: I mean they are a nice color

Dick: Aw thanks Tim

Jason: UM? THAT IS A PHOTO OF MY KITCHEN?

Tim: We already established that we regularly break into your apartment

Jason: ROY INSTALLED THOSE TILES YESTERDAY.

Cass: :)

Jason: I hate all of you. But I’ll tell Roy that you like it or whatever

Damian: Brown, I believe I am beginning to recognize the pattern that worried you.

[Stephanie sinks into her chair]

Duke: Oh no. Flattered, but oh no

Tim: Duke. Duke what is that

Barbara: Oh my god that’s like... iOS -5

Duke: LOOK I like my phone :(

Jason: So you haven’t updated it since 2010?

Duke: i get it i need to change my password can we please move on

Tim: CASSANDRA.

Jason: Oh my god

Tim: WERE YOU IN THE CEILING? CASS WHAT IS THIS

Cass: :)

Damian: All of your inabilities to detect Cassandra’s presence is rather sad. I would know immediately if someone entered my space or tampered with my possessions.

Jason: So I assume you knew all about this “tampering” then, Gremlin?

Damian: move forward move forward move forward

Dick: Aw, Damian! You never show us your art!

Damian: it’s not even finished please god stop looking at it Cassandra progress with the presentation

Bruce: That is very nice, son.

Damian: ...thank you Father.

Cass: :)

Tim: IS THAT BRUCE SLEEPING

Jason: HOW DID YOU...?

Dick: Oh my god...

Bruce: I don’t even... okay. Yeah, sure. Thank you Cassandra.

Cass: :)

Duke: Cass, I hope you know you terrify me.

Damian: This was... educational.

Steph: I thought that would go worse honestly

Tim: I mean we already know she’s kinda creepy like that, at least the intentions are good?

Jason: Or she’s totally messing with us. And I don’t think we’ll ever know that answer.

Cass: :)

Steph: Alright well I can go next :)

<<Part 4: Jason    |    Part 6: Steph >>

[Masterlist]

[flamingtoads]

We shouldn't have watched that movie before bed, was the thought that popped into Karen's mind as she followed closely behind her wife out of their bedroom. The floor boards creak as Hen and Karen stops at the end of the hallway. They pause as a large lumpish shadow cast from the kitchen light rushes out of view, followed with what sounded like a clatter of dishes falling together. Karen leaned closer into Hen, "Did you see that?" Hen's hands gripped tightly around the baseball bat, preparing herself for what might be waiting for her in the kitchen. "Sure did."

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

idea. he talks big game but if u turn it around on him he becomes total baby girl