#takes place in the 90s

[kendeadrick]

Caught

[thepehbat]

[umayashla]

posting my fave two kon drawings in this blog too

[dyingbuck]

A FREIGHTER SHIP LOST IN THE MIDDLE OF A RAGING SEA

[colbycheeseslice]

But what if Young Justice was a band? 🤔

[cronchy-baguette]

they're listening to california girls

[not-another-robin]

Picture in Alfred's wallet circa 1991

[canisalbus]

I'm sure you've already answered this but is Machete styled after a silken windhound? He is so very shaped

His breed is fictional, but it closely resembles modern day Ibizan hound. Both Silkens and Ibizans are sighthounds though, so you're not far off.

[hadthatdreamagain]

nickys family in the unamed magical guardian au that stilll needs a name

prev (triple S) ,,, prev (rest o team sonic

[flowerycoffin]

Guys, I know Chappel Roan and „Pretty please” became the Maxley songs but can’t we play a bit with 90’-00’ music?

Like „I hate everything about you”? Hello? Or „I miss the misery” OR „Misery bussiness”? This are the ones on my maxley themed party playlist

[onesnoopyaday]

I AM AT MY LIMIT

Snoopy #90

30/12/2024

description under the cut

[description: a cartoon-style drawing of Snoopy's head. Snoopy is a white dog with black ears. His eyes are shut and his mouth is a horizontal line. There are two large blue teardrops, one under each eye. The text "I am at my limit" is handwritten across the top of the image.]

[corydoric]

University professors Frank and Jamie. Frank is intimidating at first, but if you go to his office hours he’s actually a really cool guy. Jamie teaches like she’s telling a story and class is actually really fun.

[spasikonik]

me if making fanarts of fictional bands was a job

[tinytalkingtina]

Tater tot

Written for the @steddiemicrofic bonus challenge prompt "birthday". Happy birthday @steddieas-shegoes, hope you have a lovely day :)

290 words | rating: G

Tags: Parents Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson, fluff, parenthood

Ao3 link

Steve stared through the window at the tiny bundle wrapped up in front of them, tearing up only a little at the sound of another lullaby wafting through the hospital intercom. Robert Wayne Munson remained oblivious to anything in the bassinet. The tiny blue hat perched on his head almost completely covered his even tinier eyes. His nose is so small, can he even breathe okay through those mini nostrils? “He looks like a potato.” Startled out of his spiraling thoughts, Steve snorted a watery laugh and punched Eddie lightly in the shoulder. “Only 3 hours old and already facing the peanut gallery. Don’t be mean to our son on his birthday.” Eddie looked around before he briefly squeezed his hand, stroking his thumb over the band from their illegal backyard wedding five years ago. “I never said he was an ugly potato. But he’s an oval swaddled lump, they’ve spudified him! Our-” Eddie stopped for a moment, his eyes widening before choking out “Our son. Steve, oh my G-d, we’re parents now.” Steve had been a blubbering mess alongside Robin during the entire ride to the hospital and delivery, but Eddie had managed to keep it together. Now, it was as if the floodgates opened. By the time the nurses brought their infant — their son! — back into Robin’s room, Wayne had arrived and Eddie pulled himself together enough to take the baby into only slightly shaking hands. “Hey there, happy birthday little guy, I hope you know how much you’re going to be loved, always” he whispered softly as he ducked his head down to place a soft kiss on his son’s forehead. Steve stepped in to place a kiss in the same spot, his heart bursting.

[jonahmagnus]

One day I'll make the args I have inside my head

[chronologically-challenged]

We are in too deep. I am overthinking the lighting logistics in fantasy France.

Both sasasaap and isat show the House having torches and a lot of them, which brings the implication that torches were the central lighting system.

HOWEVER, in the prologue specifically they also mention the latent House's energy lighting up the House itself. THAT has the implication that the House's energy can also provide light on its own.

What does this look day by day? Is there a constant low glow in the House so people can always navigate it? Are torches there are supplement? Or do they provide the primary lighting and the glowing only exists because the House was frozen? If the glowing is a feature of Houses, are they always slightly lighted up? As a beacon in the night? As a way to see? Even when sleeping? A dull glow that shows that Change itself is always alive? Or does it dull with less activity, where the House itself reacts to the people in it?

If I were to get up in the middle of the night, would I be able to get up and walk from the third to the first floor without problem? Do I need a lantern? Is there a Housemaiden's whose job it is to light up torches to navigate the House during the night and then to snuff them out in the morning?

Did the King freeze the House during the night, and that the reason why the stars are out and the torches are lit? Or are the torches always lit, and they aren't a problem because they're crafted in a particular way to last a long time and to mitigate the fire hazard?

The lighting situation in the House fascinates me. You could lean into the fantasy elements and say there is an entire system of lights created by the craft born from Housemaidens pouring their time and energy into the very stones itself. Or you could lean into a more historical side of things and have plot points dedicated the logistics of how to keep House alight while being livable. Or a mix of both!

Or ignore it all! Probably that last one. I have never read an isat fic and wondered how they were able to navigate the House at night. These are all theoretical questions/musings that probably do not need to be answered ever, and I'm overthinking all of them.