#so sorry if this sucks

[bubbledtee]

surprising early-mid!90s!james with you and your baby while he’s doing soundcheck by letting your baby run up and hug his leg and he gets so shocked but immediately picks them up and cuddles?? i’m inconsolable

i'm very much in a baby fever type of mood right now and this is just melting my heart. and i'm imagining load era james rn because i need him.

you'd have stayed behind at the hotel, letting james go to the obnoxiously early soundcheck alone while you waited for your daughter to wake up on her own time. both you and james had learned since the very start that, if you didn't need to wake her, then don't. the consequences would far outweigh the upsides to getting an early start to the day.

your daughter would wake up only 30-45 minutes later, her hair frazzled as she stood up in her pack n play crib, her favorite stuffed animal clung to her side.

"daddy?" you'd hear her voice softly say, causing you to peak out from the bathroom where you had previously been getting ready to look at the drowsy toddler.

you'd walk over and pick her up from the crib, her head immediately moving to sleepily lean against your shoulder. "daddy's not here, baby." you'd coo softly, heading over to your suitcase to pick out an outfit for her.

she'd pout softly before speaking in her simple, toddlerish manner. "where daddy?"

you'd set her on the floor, your fingers gingerly running through her short, blonde curls as you continued to rummage through your suitcase. "daddy's with uncle lars, uncle kirk, and uncle jason. they've gotta make sure they'll be ready to play for all those people tonight," you'd tell her, "we can go see them, but we've gotta get you dressed first, okay?"

your daughter would nod, and within 20 minutes, you were out of the hotel and on the way to the venue, your daughter overly enthusiastic about seeing james.

when you got to the venue, you'd hear your husband's strong voice booming throughout the air over the sound of heavy guitars and drums. you'd make your way to the backstage, the roadies letting you in with a big smile to your daughter as she held your hand and walked beside you.

"hi!" she'd say with a wave every time you passed by a new group of roadies, earning waves and greetings back. you'd just laugh as you continued to make your way toward the stage, only stopping at the band's dressing room to find the small, pink noise cancelling headphones you knew would lay in james's wardrobe case.

"gotta cover up your ears, right, sweetpea?" you'd ask as you unfolded the headphones and began to slip them over the toddler's head.

"yeah!" she'd nod as you settled them carefully over her ears.

as soon as the headphones were safe and secure, you'd find your way to the stage, your daughter leading the way as you told her which way to turn. eventually, you'd find the opening to the stage and call your daughter back to you as the band practiced King Nothing.

"come here, we can watch daddy." you'd pick your daughter up and stand off to the side of the stage, watching the guys play, and as soon as they finished, you'd set your daughter on the ground and let her run over to james. you'd follow behind, simply walking over.

your daughter would hug james's leg as he spoke with the other guys, a squeal leaving her as she shouted up at him, "daddy!"

at the feeling of her wrapping her tiny arms around his calf, he'd turn to look at her and immediately smile so wide. "baby!" he'd shout back, picking her up and peppering her face with kisses. "how are you, sweetpea? daddy missed you so much,"

she'd wrap her arms around his neck and hug him tight, the sight making your heart swell. he'd hug her back, despite the guitar strap that hung over his shoulder. "love you," your daughter would mutter to him.

"oh, baby," he'd kiss her cheek as she pulled away, "daddy loves you, too."

you'd rub a hand over james's lower back as you stood beside him, drawing his attention to you. "hi, honey." he'd smile, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

"hi," you'd smile back, looking at your daughter as she was now distracted with waving at the other guys.

"hey, kid!" jason would giggle, waving at the little girl. she'd giggle too, resting her head against james's shoulder.

im ending this here rn because im so sleepy rn

[realdragonriderstudios]

Ok so hear me out-

Since I'm still upset about httyd 3 and feel like things could have ended better... what if the dragons didn't leave at the end and instead Berk worked to build a new safe place for the dragons. As time goes on, the dragons' range gets smaller and smaller until New Berk is the only place left for dragons to go. By then Hiccup is gone and Toothless is still the alpha but now a legendary night fury. Hiccup's grandkids now notice that some dragons are disappearing into the sea and not coming back, many seem to expect Toothless to follow but Hiccup's saddle is still strapped to him and no one has been able to go near him since his rider's passing. The kids search through their granddad's old books and find notes of a hidden world and plans to bring the dragons there when the time came to say goodbye but if the alpha can't fly how can he lead them? In another book are blueprints for a tail fin for Toothless that will allow him to fly on his own. With some adjustments and help from the villagers, a new tail fin is fashioned for Toothless and miraculously Toothless allows Hiccup's grandkids to put the fin on and he flies away. The alpha's roar rings through village as dragons begin to take flight and follow their leader to a new home, many of the villagers saying a tearful goodbye to their beloved friends. The next day, the kids walk out to see the saddle their grandad made for Toothless on the ground, the straps worn and broken, Toothless growls from the rooftop and slinks over allowing the kids onto his back. Toothless takes them into the hidden world and shows them that the dragons are safe and belong deep below the sea where no one can find them. When the kids return to Berk, they tell everyone what happened and excitedly visit their granddad's final resting place to tell him that the dragons are ok and Toothless is still the greatest alpha the hidden world had seen.

I just feel like that would be a more beautiful ending

[kendyroy]

THEY’RE MARRIED

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Fiddauthor divorce arc speedrun <3

After 30 years of searching for his lost brother through demonic rituals and summonings, Ford has become a bit of a notorious demon collector over the years. He's made a LOT of deals with MANY different demons over the years; from minor and harmless little entities to big and powerful overlords. Most of the time, these deals aren't really a one-way situation, so a lot of demons have a strong grip on him just as much as he does on them. It often ends up being a mutual sort of destruction, as in: "I know I'm but a mere mortal trifling with things I couldn't begin to fathom, and I know you will destroy me eventually; but I don't care as long as I get to destroy you too." He just needs to live long enough to find his brother.

The red hands are essentially pieces of himself (his soul, you could say??) that he wields as his method of restraint to the demons he has "tamed" so far. They act as a leash to contain each demons' powers, and he can loosen or tighten his hold on them as much as he wants. The number of hands required to contain a demon really depends on their individual strengths, but 3-4 hands are already very energy consuming.

YES, I gave all of his demons stupid names. SUE ME.

[eggsdrawings]

the kaminari and mina friendship is underutilized and i think we need to change that

[riddleseth]

It’s nearly 4 am

[a-most-beloved-fool]

makes me a little sad when star trek ignores IDIC. like. vulcans are logical. that is true. But 'logical', for vulcans, does not amount to 'without compassion,' and it definitely doesn't amount to 'racial superiority.' Belief in 'infinite diversity in infinite combinations' should NOT result in the weird racist/speciest stuff we're getting in some of the newer treks. It does make sense that some vulcans are discriminatory. They're still flawed. But that should not be common or expected, like it seems to be in SNW. If it is, then it's a race of hypocrites, which. doesn't seem very true to Star Trek's message.

I think TOS Spock does a pretty good job of embodying this. Not always, it was the 60s, after all, but mostly. He was often trying to find non-violent routes, and get by without killing - even if they were in danger or had already been attacked. (See: the mugato, and the horta (until Kirk was the one in danger, lmao. t'hy'la > IDIC), the Gorn ship). Kirk, in his eulogy, calls him the most human soul he's ever known, and I've always read that as Kirk calling out Spock's overwhelming compassion.

It's just so much more interesting when Vulcans get to be radically compassionate. I want them to believe that everything and everyone has value. I want them to respect all ways of being. I want them to find ways for even very non-humanoid aliens to exist unfettered in society. I want them to see hybrids and think that it's amazing. Also, like, disability rep. I want Vulcans to have The Most Accessible Planet and available resources because they want everyone to feel accepted and valued. It makes for better characters and more interesting stories.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa out traumas Michael Afton

[adaume]

👔 Suit picking!

[blondie-drawings]

Good lord this tomb is full of shitposts 😳😳 pt 1/pt 2

[four-pointed-leaf]

happy pride month

[lotus-pear]

the dialogue choices in this game should be more diabolical

[potato-lord-but-not]

nothing quite like confessing your feelings in the middle of a makeout session WAHOO

[tapeworrmart]

What if James was always onimously soaked through as a nod to his ending

[hikarosknight]

Amity after grom

[crunchchute]

My Sam & Max cosplay I debuted at a local con during the weekend!