#she confused but she tries

[spnbrainrotawoooga]

My Asian mom once said that later seasons Sam would be a transgender nun if he were a real person. She then did not elaborate on why or what made her say that.

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

steve “cant get out of bed till middle of the day, barely leaves his house or is never home, isolating himself from everyone, never takes time for himself anymore, depressed and is slowly losing more and more of himself every single day” harrington post 1986’

robin “i know you loved her, and it must’ve killed that she wouldn’t take you back, but nancy is happy steve and she still loves you. she’s not the only one out there for you, and you’ve gotta get over it. we miss you” buckley post 1986’, trying to help her best friend

steve “…this isn’t about nancy” harrington.

robin “wha-?… oh. oh steve.” buckley.

he still wears the vest.

[starrysymphonies]

THE GANGS ALL HEREEE!!!!!! My vat7k redesigns

These drawings are kinda messy but!!! They took so long so I’m not cleaning it up :P

Plus a mini doodle comic with a little HC I have. Kinda?? Moon!Varian??? But also kinda not. More like magic radiation from Quirin being near the Moonstone being passed to Varian and my idea on how magic might work

[mineralboa]

thought id try out the meme @creeps-and-pasta made :]

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[cringelordofchaos]

// for even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart //⟩ 💙💜

[xierru]

got a bit of stain on your cheek there

[anglerflsh]

giovanna d'arco

[deuynndoodles]

[id: two hannukah themed sketches featuring the main trio from danny phantom.

in the first, the camera is outside a window, looking into a cozy living room with the fireplace roaring. several menorahs lay on the windowsill. closer to the viewer, tucker holds a shamash and waves his hand erratically; sam laughs at him. an arrow declares that he's "on fire". further down the windowsill, danny floats in phantom form, lighting his menorah with ectoplasmic fire.

in the second, sam and danny sit on the floor, playing dreidel. tucker sits in a chair, watching them, eating a sufganiyah. there's a large pile of gelt in the pot, while sam and danny only have a couple pieces. a plate of sufganiyot and latkes sits next to danny. sam grins, ג (gimel) announcing her as the winner. danny looks at her, deadpan. end id]

happy hannukah!

[sera8273]

The first thing she felt was Pain.

The second thing was the warm glow on her arm and back-

The ones filled with cuts and burns that’ll last decades on-

-and also heard Soft Humming coming from her right as the soft and warm welcoming glow moved up and down her. Sealing the made cuts and burns to the best of his ability-

She scrunched her closed eyes and tried to move fingers. Groaning in pain as she couldn’t even do that. The warm glowing and the soft humming immediate stopped as relief breaths and chocked sobs filled the room.

Where was she? What happened? Her memory was so foggy. Why was that?

The fact that she was questioning everything thing was pissing her off.

A hand gently touched her other shoulder, the one not glowing the one still covered in red blood and black burns and while she flinched harshly from the contact.

“…ena…..ena?….” The voice said.

She grunted in response. The hand shook her just a tad before a slap was heard.

She grunted again in annoyance before trying to open her sore sore so fucking sore eyes.

Even opening her eyes were tiresome.

Was this how humans felt when they were on the verge of death tired and tried to pass away out forever?

Despite her blurry vision. The faint outline of a helmet with wings on the sides were still noticeable.

“Ena…Athena!” He cried out.

“Erms…” Athena mumbled out in attempt to make the noise in her ear stop.

Hermes smile was strained and forced as he heard her sister hoarse voice. “Yes. It is me, Athena….Your voice sounds horrid…..Here,,,,water. ….Drink.” Hermes said (atleast that what she got out from her cotton filled ears) as he raised a glass of water to her lips.

Said Goddess closed her eyes and slightly lifted her head up as the fresh cool water hydrated her sore throat and cried and chalked lips.

She was a Goddess! Why was she using terms that only Humans Had!?

Šħë ďıðñ’ť ťűřņ mœřťæł ņœŵ ďîð şħè?¿

The glass left her lips as she heard whispers. Suddenly, a cool wet hand came in contact with her closed eyes.

“Just washing the blood from your eyes dear.” Another voice called out. Soft, welcoming, warm. Guilty, heartbroken.

Hera?

“What….What happened?” She questioned while Hera cleaned her face. How long had she been out for?

What happened to make her feel like she’s near Uncle’s underworld—-

“You humilated dad.” A rough but surprising quiet voice chipped in.

Ares.

Athena’s eyes widened at the memories of Fathe- Zeus’s little Game.

About how she won and how he still punished her and how she still moved on and how she

Suddenly, the Goddess tried to get up -despite Apollos -and everyone’s protest— since she remembered what she was even fighting for in the first place.

Odysseus.

Her Wandering King.

Her Champion.

Her Friend.

Her breathing started to pick up.

Was she too late-

Is he dead-

“Odysseus is fine Sister. He’s off of that….That prison of an island.” Hearing the energetic happy go Hermes scowl was so out of the ordinary. But she couldn’t complain when she was bleeding red and weak.

She simply exhaled her holding breath, stopping any attempts of getting up, and let her head fall back into the soft fluffy pillows. (When did those get there?)

Ok.

Good.

She didn’t hear anything else as energy drained out from her body, leaving sleep to snatch her for a while. Not forever, luckily.

(She wasn’t thinking straight. Not at all. But for now. The goddess of the Mind could rest her own mind since her family was here, couldn’t she??)

[foldingfittedsheets]

My beloved’s mom is staying with us until Tuesday. I’m gonna start this off by saying she spent a morning cleaning our kitchen. That was really nice. It’s not her fault I’m a territorial autistic who’s really fussy about things.

But I can understand what’s going through her head most of the time. I get the reasoning.

Today though. Today she did something so baffling that I keep coming back to it with just ???? looping around my head.

My beloved took her out for coffee and I stayed home. I did two loads of laundry while they were out. I may not be a champion folder but I do 90% of the laundry and I don’t mind the chore. Our washer and dryer live in a closet upstairs. The washing machine must be left open or the Mold Notices.

She’s done two loads of laundry since staying with us and left the washer closed both times. So when I went to run my laundry today I made sure to leave it open. I can smell that damage has been done but once she leaves and I can turn the heat back on I should be able to gain ground.

They both came home when the second load had finished in the dryer. She had no reason to go in the laundry closet. But while reading downstairs I heard the distinct sound of the closet doors opening and I twitched to listen. The dryer door clanged shut. No further laundry sounds.

Hours later when heading up to bed I went to fold and realized she’d moved the clean sheets into a basket but she hadn’t realized they were still damp. But she’d also closed the washer again.

I keep being so confused. Why did she go in the laundry closet??? She didn’t know I’d done laundry. The door was shut like always. It could be construed as helpful that she moved the sheets except that they were still damp and might have dried more in the warm dryer. But why open the closet at all????? Was she bored? She did not know I’d done laundry!

[cozylittleartblog]

first time i have drawn bonnie, because i cannot draw dogs,

my last lucky post was a year ago :(

[beardedmrbean]

New York times discovers a new generation is creating its own slang terms and is confused by something that has happened continually throughout the course of human history.

[nelkcats]

Harley's bad bad day

When his parents excitedly talked about a family trip to Gotham, Danny was skeptical. Why would he want to vacation in New Jersey?

He ended up accepting. But he couldn't leave his duties as King unattended so he made some arrangements with Wulf and the other ghosts. They promised to behave in the best possible way. Danny didn't believe them but had no choice.

Without him realizing it, as soon as he set foot in Gotham the city got filled with ambient ectoplasm. Achieving that the shadows of the spirits could form correctly as ghosts in the city.

Many of the ghosts decided to seek an entrance to the Realms, maybe visit the King who was visiting their city. Others were furious at their deaths and wanted revenge. The Joker was number one on the list.

Harley was the second closest. Although she had parted ways with the Joker a long time ago, the ghosts didn't care that she had changed. She killed them, all her change wouldn't fix that.

The dead do not forget

When Harley woke up that day she didn't expect to find a knife stuck to the side of her face. She got up upset but the knife seemed to have fallen from the ceiling. She frowned, not remembering how it got there.

The more time passed, the more she suspected that something was up. Around midday she was convinced that someone was trying to kill her. So many accidents happened to her that it was ridiculous. The girl couldn't help but become paranoid and seek refuge with Bruce.

Batman wasn't one to accept or deny the existence of ghosts but he was sure Alfred wasn't talking to himself. When Harley told him what was going on with her he frowned.

Why was there paranormal activity in Gotham? And why was it after Harley? He grunted at the thought that he should call Constantine.

[koddlet]

zinetober day 29 :] jackie what are you doing here..

[wiezumbeispiel]

Had an idea that was like. Well what if instead of crows glados had 3 baby porygons?? They’re kind of like birds. Kind of. Anyways all you need to know is that she loves them very much