#they all love to scream

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[fruityhahn]

NEW KATHRYN PICS WHAT THE FUCK

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[chiptrillino-art]

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Something we don't consider enough in Howl!AU zukka. Is Zuko harassing the old man sokka. but he does so with young sokka as well hm...

idk how to post these but crused blond zuko and sokka aged compared to his youthful look side by side

(ID in ALT text) i tried with blond zuko, but i really can't commit to that sorry

[bluejayscrying]

Due to the robins getting progressively younger, A lot of neighbourhood kids seem to think they can also be a superhero. Jason, who knows firsthand the dangers of being a kid vigilante (he died as one, after all) opens up a Martial arts Centre for the kids of Gotham.

there’s no payment required, and you can see kids who look like they wouldn’t be out of place in the Wayne manor suburb helping a younger crime alley attendee perfect a punch-and-grab combo.

He calls it ‘Jaybirds nest’, runs it as many nights he can afford, and tries to discourage the young children from a hero’s life while still teaching them how to defend themselves.

[catmask]

bf admitted he likes being bossed around which is insanely funny considering 1) my mom always told me id never find a partner bc i can be bossy (just comes built in being the oldest sibling also Literally got it from her. also im a virgo not my fault) 2) i was asking him because i was worried i was doing it unconsciously (i try my best not to be) but then he was like no keep doing it i like it

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[uncanny-tranny]

I guess what gets me about fatphobia is seeing someone literally recovering from addiction and gaining weight being framed as a bad thing because a substance use problem that is eating you from the inside out is preferable so long as you are twenty pounds lighter.

It has never been about people's health.

[chrrywvea]

logan purrs when he's asleep. he purrs like a content little cat when he's smushed into wade's side, his whole adamantium weight pressing into wade who doesn't really mind because ✨️who in their right mind says no to wolvie cuddles✨️ (wade uses him as a weighted blanket anyway, who needs air pffffft he doesn't)

but HOLY MARVEL JESUS he has a silent freak out the first time he discovers logan purring in his sleep during one of their movie binges. (they have weekly movie nights fight me)

a healthy (not) bout of cuteness aggression happens that night and even though wade is a little confused both by the fact that logan actually fell asleep on him and that HE IS PURRING OH MY GOD- he doesn't fight it and even naps with him (the best sleep both of them have ever had considering lots of nights are full with nightmares and insomnia)

and the thing is- wade very carefully talks to some of the surviving xmen in their universe about it and they just go 🤔🤨❓️ because not one of them has ever seen or heard logan do this (i'd imagine maybe kayla or mariko, scott even - logan told him about them, but hey wade can't really ask them can he) and then wade REALIZES and it hits him SO hard. logan is comfortable with him. he's at ease and relaxed enough in his presence to allow himself to slip into his slightly more animalistic traits without having to fear any judgement or rejection. he. is. comfortable. and wade maybe cries a little (a lot) at that realisation, holding logan even tighter when it happens again - the older man slumped against him during one of their movie nights, sleeping tight and soft purrs vibrating deep from his chest

[demaparbat-hp]

She will (and he'll let her)

[wattice]

THERES STILL LIKE 30 MINUTES LEFT OF FAKE PEPPINO FRIDAY IN MY TIMEZONE IM NOT LATE OKAY

Based off of this btw

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

More chickens! These are the first clutch (my sister says they're Easter Eggers, or mixed breed/mutt chickens), and they're big enough now that they get their own box (they kept stepping on the babies). Most of them aren't named, but among the named ones are our queen bee Hennifer (pictured in the first image staring directly at the camera), Peanut is right next to Hennifer (the brown one with the dark spot on her forehead), Grub is second black one up from the bottom and they're marginally more grey than their fellows, and Cinnamon is at the bottom with her head in the feeder (and also the main star of the second photo!)

The yellow/white chicks are harder to tell apart so most of them don't have names yet.

Here's a slightly better shot of Hennifer; she's the mottled one. Also I feel like it should be noted that none of the chickens have been sexed yet and some of them might actually be roosters, but until proven otherwise, most of them are either she/her or they/them.

Also you can see Bird (yes, that's her name; my 3yo nephew named her) in this pic, she's the pale one with the three black spots on the top of her head. I think the pale one at the bottom is Spots, who has a collection of spots on her butt.

A juvenile delinquent debating whether or not they can escape the box.

This one only has two black spots on their head (as opposed to Bird's three) so we've been calling them "False Bird". They and Worm (one of the black birbs I don't have a good close up of) are escape artists.

This scrunkly little crow chicken is Indominus Rex, who's just inexplicably way more dinosaur-looking than all her siblings. She's got a patch of down missing from her right shoulder which has just never grown in.

She's the runt of litter, so to speak, and we all love her. Gremlin creature.

Cameo by my sister's hands and also the second clutch!

I'm gonna make another post for the babies because I have a lot of pictures and tumblr isn't gonna let me put them all in one post.

[shushmal]

tw: for implied past emotional abuse, im in my feels today

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Hopper growls. He's not quite shouting, but he's still loud, raised voice echoing through the living room. "She's not ready to drive yet, I forbade it, and what? You two decided that you knew better?"

Eddie rolls his eyes, but gamely keeps quiet. He knows Hopper's less upset with Ellie taking a spin through the parking lot and more upset about the property damage. Eddie's on her side though, that phone pole came out of nowhere. Must have been pretty rotted out too, to fall over that easily after a little love tap.

Ellie had done a damn good job fixing the huge dent in the bumper.

But if Hopper wants to be dramatic and chew everyone involved out, Eddie's not going to stop him. Whatever gets the guy's blood pressure back down.

"You're supposed to be responsible adults! Especially you, Steve!"

Rolling his eyes again, Eddie glances over, hoping to share a commiserating look with Steve.

Except Steve isn't looking anywhere but down, shoulders and spine ruler straight. Eddie stalls there, stuck on the way Steve's standing, tense from jaw down to his ankles, his hands balled into tight fists flat at his side, knuckles white. Hopper keeps ranting, pacing a wide circle in front of them, but Steve doesn't flinch, doesn't look up, doesn't react. It's like all the color has washed from him.

"Are you even listening?!"

"Yes, sir," Steve says tightly. He doesn't look up. Hopper keeps going.

Eddie watches as Steve's throat works to swallow, like he's choking. Like he can't breathe.

"Hopper," Eddie snaps. "Shut the fuck up."

Hopper whirls on him, livid, but Eddie's not looking at him, fixed on Steve as he reaches out. Tries to take Steve's hand, just holds his wrist when Steve can't unclench his fist, gentle as he touches him. Steve is tightly wound and trembling under his fingers.

When he looks, Eddie finds Hopper with deep regret on his face, struck silent. He doesn't say anything when Eddie leads Steve away, back out onto the porch. They sit on the swing, Eddie's arm around Steve's shoulders, rocking back and forth until the muscles loosen and Steve slumps, strings cut, into Eddie's side. They'll sit like that for a while more, watching the woods as the sun sets and listening to the dusk settle, crickets and cicadas and chats calling the moon up, filling their silence with nighttime music.

Later, Hopper will come out, temper cooled, and sit on Steve's other side. Will ruffle Steve's hair when Steve starts to stiffen. Will apologize when Steve eyes him warily.

Later, Eddie will scowl and glare, but ultimately keep quiet, unwilling to make the whole thing worse for Steve, another fight, another shouting match. Will stiltedly tell Hopper good night and take Steve home, wait patiently until Steve finally speaks, when he finally tells Eddie a little more and a little more, until Eddie's holding him tight.

That's later though. For now, he digs his heel into the porch, rocking them back and forth, and waits for Steve to breathe.

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[mobius-m-mobius]

I think there’s one or two who will.

[pianokantzart]

Mario: A fairly normal thinking stance

Luigi: The gayest little pose you've ever seen in your life