#someone draw this

[the-magical-beebledooble-fairy]

obviously Would You Fall in Love With Me Again has me in tears but I'm just imagining Telemachus standing outside the room, still covered in suitor blood, with his ear pressed against the door, absolutely losing his mind

[greatandholypangolin]

POV- you’re a microphone and Mumbo Q. Jumbo keeps posing at you because he thinks you’re a camera

POV- you’re Mumbo W. Jumbo posing at this weird looking camera you found

POV- you’re the actual camera watching Mumbo E. Jumbo posing at the microphone

[z0mbie2b0y]

Sterek wedding, but during their vows, Stiles brings out a piece of paper and BLOWS DUST OFF and just says, "I've been waiting for A LONG while!"😭🙏

[astr0disiac]

therapist: heyy bill you got a call from someone by the name "pines"

bill: oh i hope it's sixer please tell me it's sixer pleaselethimtakemeback please

stan *otp*: hey, ford couldn't come to the phone but he wanted me to leave you a message

bill: oh, sure. what did he say?

stan: he says he still misses you.

bill: *geometric gasp* wWHAT hÊ dOE-

stan: bUT HIS AIM IS GETTING BETTER!!!!!1!!!1!

[kelongt]

fisherman George keeps getting his worms stolen, he is excited cause he thinks it's a big fish but it's actually mermaid dream stealing the worms and feeding them his catfish patches

[captainsunshinedefender]

tsc 3 scene where jerejean are out walking Jabberwocky and he tangles them up in the leash causing gay panic so they trip and wind up laying on each other on the sidewalk outside of the apartment. Do you see my vision.

[puriteenism]

Valzhang

[brideofmirrors]

RIP cherik you would have loved the rainforest cafe in Paris

[elysiansam]

dean would crawl inside of sam’s and wear his skin as a suit if he could

[takeawildgues]

are we getting the effing vibe here or

[duke-is-the-shit]

Every flabber was ghasted

[wormdevourer]

if Sunday is ever playable, I demand that one of his idles is him like humming to himself, and then he notices he’s humming out loud and gets embarrassed and his little wings cover his eyes when his face gets all red … THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE.

someone draw this if you would >:3

[doc-ocktism]

how can i make this about shuake

[mommyclaws]

warrior cats should have their equivalent of war elephants

Because the clans deserve steeds as violently invasive and destructive as they are: 30-50 feral hogs.

[elilelibeli]

Nobody would say that Regulus is a touchy person. He looks awkward when people hug him, if you accidentally touch him he will be taken a back like he seems surprised someone is even physically able to touch him, it’s not that he refuses touch from closest people but everyone can tell it just not natural to him to accept touch.

Until James that is. It’s not that James touches Regulus often, it’s as if James touched him once and stayed like that forever, stuck to him somehow.

In the library for example when they are studying in one hand James has a book and in other he has Regulus’s hand, or an arm, or a thigh. On a party, by the drinks table? Behind Regulus, wrapped around him like a blanket. On a couch? Fully wrapped around Regulus like a koala on a tree.

And it’s funny to their friends, not how James is, because everyone always knew James was like that but it’s so funny to them that Regulus, a guy who was stuck in place the first time Barty hugged him, or stiffens every time Panda links her arm with him, is just so natural at being wrapped around by James.

James will be twisted around Regulus like a garland on a Christmas tree and Regulus will just be resuming his everyday activities. Debating a book with Remus? And James is just stuck to his side. On a party talking with his friends and James just fully hugging and sleeping on his shoulders.

For a guy who thinks people should act like he is a hot pan burning when they touch him and has never once looked not taken a back by a hug, he looks so natural being embraced by James, one would think divine destiny had whispered that being between his boyfriend’s arms is the only place he belongs.

[eoaspulse]

During one of Damian's mandatory trips to the Kent's farm with Bruce, who wants to catch up with Clark and Lois, he catches Jon playing pretend, playing with toys like any other kid his age would and he's just... Bewildered, because that's his friend teammate, because how can he just sit there and look so content, happy, not worried about the world around him when he has firsthand seen the dangers of it?

And of course with his super hearing Jon hears the door open, turning his head to look at his friend, smiling brightly, small little doll in hand. Jon is a kid, after all, even if he fights crime and helps people, at the end of the day he's the same imaginative ten years old little boy. The little boy who loves his mom, his dad, who loves to help people, who loves to play with his friends, with his toys. That same little boy full of love.

Damian looks at him like he's grown another head, unblinking, oh so judgingly. It hurts, but Jon won't say that, he won't say that it hurt when Damian called him names and made fun of him, because he wasn't a baby, no matted what Damian called him.

"What are you doing?" Damian finally asks, hesitant.

"Playing." The younger replies, his voice coming out shyer and far smaller than intended.

"Why?"

"'Cause it's fun, D."

Damian just stares, stares like he wants to say something more, but doesn't. Damian wasn’t a normal child, he knew that much. Hell, he was a teenager now, thirteen, yet he didn’t feel it. He felt too little, too small.

“Wanna join me, Dami?” Jon musters up the courage to say, a small pink blush rising in his cheeks.

Damian doesn’t reply, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat next to Jon, legs crossed tightly. His eyebrows furrowed, as if studying the situation.

Jon had two small dolls, one girl and one boy, there were also many, many dinosaurs—Damian didn’t understand why both humans and dinosaurs would exist in the same scenario. What was this, Jurassic park?

“They’re friends,” Jon says, ‘like us’ he doesn’t add.

“How? Dinosaurs went extinct far before humans came to be.” Damian informs, his gaze scrutinising.

Jon huffs, not understanding why Damian had to be so judgmental of everything, “They can still be friends.”

“Okay, Kent, how do we play?” Damian sighs, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to indulge Jon’s little fantasies.

Damian gets sucked into the task, the two play for two hours before Bruce comes to get Damian, ready for them to leave.

“Baby it’s time to- Oh,” Bruce trails off, watching as his son suddenly shoots up from the ground, dropping the doll he had been holding.

“Father.”

“You having fun?” Bruce asks, his voice sweet as he smiled at his boy.

“Don’t patronise me!” Damian practically yells, marching out Jon’s room.

Childishness would always be a sore spot for Damian, he would always protest at the thought of being infantilised, being viewed as a child or even someone his age. Bruce could only be glad Jon was starting to get Damian to at least let his guard down for awhile.