#really had to fist fight my copics on this one
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Trektober day #13: childhood
Hes talking to that earth boy again 💛
#still got that eyeshadow#i may have given him his outfit from the n*zi episode#love comfy spock#spock#trektober#spocktober#trektober day 13#really had to fist fight my copics on this one#my art#star trek#star trek tos#star trek fan art#captain kirk#vulcan#spirk#peep the boots#fashion bby#captains personal log
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time to start season twooooo
s2 ep 1 the frozen forest
I read the synopses of this season's episodes and the first few were kind of a slog iirc
which means I should theoretically be able to get through them quickly, with less commentary
hahhhh we'll see
Okay so I thought I remembered she could turn the sword into other stuff. I remember people making jokes about other objects she could theoretically turn the sword into For, y'know, Reasons.
Out of any context this shot is hilarious. Why is the blonde lady so angry at her mug. Did it insult her girlfriend or something.
no
photos taken a split second before disaster
there's a whole (dead) subreddit for terrible screenshots of she-ra, I should post to it I have some good ones by now lolol
"April there are other things going on in this episode" shhhh
fangie
oh I *thought* this must be a training scene I was right
"I've been training with you for a month"
I keep wondering how much time goes by in this show
pretty sure she has the same problem
They did a "Catra pushes my buttons" Light Hope: "I also have buttons" joke and I love that
Light Hope: you must learn to master your emotions or you'll fuck up like the last she-ra did
Seriously tho Light Hope speaking literally at all times is an easy source of humor but one I particularly enjoy
the version of "princesses" that they fight in training games of the Horde look like evil Disney princesses
the SHADE
SIDE NOTE the captions keep skipping words/phrases and it's really annoying--like the meaning of things isn't wildly different, it's not random; it's just very annoying.
Perfuma is every annoyingly woo-woo yoga teacher you've ever met
it's a wrench Entrapta surely you've seen one before
Perfuma still has a taste for violence and I love that for her
Frosta's ice fists always look kinda like someone hand-colored them with copics somehow?? is it just me??? it does make them look more like ice but does anyone else see it????
Also, where tf are Frosta's parents, does she have any adult guardian at all or what? Like she's clearly used to doing whatever she wants, but how long has she been in charge of her kingdom?
(This is the kind of world-building the show mostly just kind of ignores because it's not what the show is about, but the implications are kinda wild)
I am easily amused
*thinks about kids who are tired of being left out joining the fight against direct orders and accidentally fucking things up WAY WORSE* wait who does that remind me of
oh hey they also have blue hair in common
(Frosta's story is way less traumatic than Powder/Jinx's afaik tho so let's move on)
fuck someone made the obvious joke about this hold on
yeah
(they did The Meme on purpose, right???)
oh well that's that answered
it also implies her parents fucking died (or "retired" like Mermista's dad did) when she was eight but they do not mention that
these three watching the bots like it's a tv show lolol
The sultry way she says it reminds me of this post, which I think I originally had in another one of these posts but had to cut and just linked instead
eyyyy that's a line in my fic
(okay not really. not yet anyway. but it will be.)
Speaking of pushing buttons. The way her ears twitch is so great.
Makes me think of the old joke that mixes up the two meanings of "button": your parents know how to push your buttons, because they're the ones who sewed them on
But yeah Bow takes apart a bot, sees First Ones tech, and realizes Entrapta is still alive DUN DUN DUNNNNNN
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Silent Night
(Been working on this one for a while, so it’s a bit longer. Happy holidays!)
Sean and Signe put up the last stocking.
Then they stood and basked in their glory.
Their tree was luscious and well decorated, despite it being plastic. The decorations popped and sparkled with the Christmas lights.
“It looks amazing,” Sean gaped. Signe was very good with color coordination. The entire house was sparkling with red, green, and gold.
“It’s our first Christmas in the house,” Signe nuzzled into Sean’s arm. “I had to make it beautiful.”
“Well, you did an amazing job, Woosher.”
“Thanks coffee bean.”
They stood for a moment, admiring the coziness.
Signe let out a sudden gasp.
“What time is it?!”
“It’s about--” Sean looked at the clock. His eyes popped open. “Shit! We’re gonna be late!”
In a mad frenzy they gathered their things.
“Do you have the presents?” Sean called down the stairs.
“Yeah! It’s upstairs in the closet!”
“Why’s it in the closet?”
“I was scared Sam would open them! They were snoopin’!”
Sean did his best to carry as many of the presents as he could.
“There are only a few left,” He told Signe as she headed upstairs to get the second armful.
She came down the stairs with her arms full of gifts.
“Did you get the sweaters?”
“No, my arms are too full.” Signe set the gifts down and went to get the “Santa Bag” as Sean called it. It was pretty much just a pretty looking red back that was big enough to carry all of their presents.
Sean raced to get their ugly Christmas sweaters.
He sifted through the closet until he found them on their hooks.
They were both essentially the same sweater, except one of them said “Mommy Claus“ and the other said “Daddy Claus.”
Sean slipped on the Mommy Claus sweater as planned.
As Signe finished putting all of the gifts in the bag, Sean tossed the Daddy Clause sweater at her.
“Ready?”
“Yup!”
Sean’s egos had been hard at work with decorations.
Marvin was putting tinsel in every location he was physically able.
Henrik and Chase were preparing dinner.
Sam, Jacque, and Robbie were decorating the tree.
And Jackieboyman was trying to figure out how vinyls work.
“Robbie, move it a smidge to the left.”
Robbie moved the ornament he had just placed, and stared at Jacque with a “are you proud of me mom?” face.
“No. My left.”
Jack and Signe rang the doorbell.
“I got it!” Sam called out. They got up and raced to the door.
Sam swung it open to see Sean and Signe in Elf hats, carrying a bag bigger than Sam.
“Signe!” Sam gave Signe a big hug. Sean rolled his eyes with a laugh. “I guess you’re cool too,” Sam laughed at Sean.
Sean scooped them into a hug.
“How’s your first Christmas been, kiddo?”
“Super fun!”
Out of nowhere Marvin sprints through the living room.
He stands in front of the door and blows a handful of fake snow into Sean and Signe’s faces.
“Merry Christmas!” He squealed. He darted off to toss some snow on Jacque, who angrily shook his fists at the teleporting magician.
“Signe! Sean!” Chase greeted, “Glad you could both make it!”
He pulled them into a hug. Over Chase’s shoulder, he could barely spot Henrik and Grayson carving a steaming turkey.
“I would give you both a hug but I am a mess right now,” Henrik laughed.
“Need any help?” Signe offered.
“Oh thank you, but we are just about done. You can go help with the tree! I’m sure they’d love your help.” Henrik smiled as he carved.
Signe brought the massive bag of presents to the tree, which was already beyond full of gifts.
“Are those for us?” Sam asked excitedly.
“Yup! Wanna help me put them under the tree?”
Sam nodded eagerly.
Sean finally realized how much Jackie was struggling.
“Need some help?”
“Augh! You scared me,” Jackie gasped. He looked down at the floor and twiddled his thumbs. “Y-yes please...”
Sean put the vinyl Jackie was struggling with onto the record player. It began spinning to the tune of Christmassy tunes.
“Y’know it’s okay to ask for help,” Sean told Jackie, “Even if you think it’s not.”
Jackie nodded.
“Jackie!” Henrik called out, “Your biscuits are about to burn!”
“Shoot!” Jackie ran off. Then he stopped. “Thanks. Sean.“
Sean gave a smile and a nod.
A little while later everyone gathered around the Christmas tree.
“Go ahead, Sam.” Chase smiled.
Robbie lifted Sam up, just so they were tall enough to reach the top of the tree.
Sam stuck the star on top.
There was applause.
“Let’s eat!”
Dinner was fantastic.
Everyone was taking time to enjoy themselves, and to be happy about where they were.
They all laughed and told stories together.
Chase had originally come up with the idea to wear Christmas sweaters.
Chase’s had a shark tangled up in Christmas lights on it.
Henrik’s had a reindeer.
Sam’s was the Jacksepticeye sweater.
Jackie’s had Deadpool’s face on it with a Christmas hat.
Marvin’s had a star.
Grayson’s had a Christmas tree.
Jacque’s had Christmas lights that actually lit up.
Robbie had a really adorable snowman.
They all looked like a family.
After they finished dessert, Sam became jumpy to open presents.
“Okay, okay!” Chase finally gave in. “Let’s get into those presents!”
Sam tore through wrapping paper and ribbons.
“Whoa!” Sam pulled out a pair of Spider-Man web shooters. “Thanks guys!” They hugged Signe and Sean.
Sam got the Spider-Man gloves, an authentic doctor teddy bear surgery kit from Henrik, a B-B gun from Chase, a magician’s starter kit from Marvin, a gardening set from Grayson, a pack of easels and paint from Jacque, and posable zombie figurine from Robbie.
“Thank you all so much!” They smiled.
Everyone looked at Jackie. He hadn’t put anything for Sam under the tree.
Jackie was standing with his arms behind his back.
“I--um... forgot to wrap it,” He said nervously. None of them had seen Jackie so nervous before.
“That’s okay,” Sam chuckled.
Jackie hesitantly pulled out what he had for Sam. It was a large green and blue cape. It had a septiceye in the center, and blue lettering said “Septiceye Sam.”
“I made it,” Jackie smiled, “Because I know how much you like superheroes, I wanted to show you that you’re one too.”
Sam squealed. They tossed it over their shoulders.
It was a perfect fit.
Everyone had gotten a present for Sam, but they also did a secret Santa for one another.
They all went searching for their gifts.
Sean tore his open first.
“Whoa!” He grinned as he turned around the lamp. It was a lamp with tiny cut out star designs and a lightbulb inside.
Signe opened hers next. It was a tiny cactus with a pink flower resting on top.
“Thank you!” She said as she admired it’s tiny pot.
Chase was next.
His present was a t-shirt that said “Bro Hard or Bro Home.”
“I think I’m in love...”
Henrik opened up a collected set of Neal Shusterman’s Unwind,
“You know I have a mind for dystopia!”
Jackie’s stood about 3 inches taller than he did. He tore the wrapping paper off of it.
It was a 6 foot tall cardboard cut out of Ryan Reynolds dressed as Deadpool.
Jackie let out a squeal.
Marvin opened up a deck of playing cards all designed to look like different types of fruit.
Grayson opened a set of candles all shaped like flowers. They smelled like heaven.
Jacque opened a set of copic markers and almost started crying.
Robbie opened up a small duck plush. He didn’t understand what it was, but he began hugging it and knew their bond had formed for eternity.
“Uh..?” Sam wandered to the back of the tree. “Who is this from?”
He held up a medium sized gift wrapped in brown paper. It was sealed with electrical tape.
Sean swiped it out of their hand.
“Maybe you shouldn’t open that...”
“Please? It’s for me!”
Sean let out a sigh.
“Fine... don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Sam opened up the present.
It was a small brown bear with a green ribbon tied around it’s neck. Underneath the ribbon was black thread that must have been used to sew it’s head back on. At least, Sean thought that.
On the ribbon was Sam’s name embroidered in blue.
The brown paper had something written on the inside of it. The handwriting was sharp and in such black ink that it bled through the paper.
“Merry Christmas, kiddo.
From: Santi”
Jack stood outside the house with a tiny smile on his face. He had to fight so hard in order to get that present to Sam. It was all he had. He wanted to walk inside. He wanted to be a part of a family again.
But Anti regained control.
“Why am I wearing a Christmas sweater with the Grinch's face on it?” he wondered aloud as he headed away to spend his Christmas alone.
#the-ego-fic-train#fan fic#jacksepticeye#wiishu#antisepticeye#chase brody#jackieboyman#henrik von schneeplestein#marvin the magnificent#jacques septique#septiceye sam#grayson#robbie the zombie
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