#to be fair they’re huge

[h-harleybaby]

Mission: Go to the mall in a city that isn’t yours

Objective: Get that dumb fucking cheesy poof Cartman plush

Did I get that plush?? Maybe

[chirpsythismorning]

Something that does genuinely concern me is the possibility of the Duffer’s being a major conflict of interest when it comes to supporting the strike out in the open. They’re not just writers but also producers and the show runners. Arguably they have the tightest relationship of any production to Netflix, and so just knowing that they’ve always been very much intertwined, are they going to be willing to voice their support for the strike, beyond just being WGA members who likely voted in support of the strike? Like even the cast, complete silence. I know that it can be hard for a lot of reasons, but the complete silence, besides that one writer who posted about it, has me side eying the situation as it’s unfolding.

For the last few Friday’s, they’ve been active posting about stuff, and so are they going to keep that going by posting today, hopefully something to agknowledge the strike, or are they going to just act like nothing is going on and carry on with Easter egg like content? Or worse, are they not going to post at all and so we won’t even know what to think?

It’s just so weird bc they’ve known about this strike for months now. They’ve known about it when they’ve been stringing fans along with little things over the last month. And now, silence, at a time when silence is not the best choice, especially when they are the hugest show in television rn. The duffers coming out and saying something about putting pressure on Netflix would actually have the capacity to get something to happen, and yet they don’t… and it makes me think they’re a conflict of interest bc unlike their writers, they get paid A LOT!

And when it comes to filming starting, I’m concerned that just because they have the first few scripts written and finalized, the Duffers are just gonna say fuck the strike go through with it and start the production for those earlier episodes, either without any writers present bc they’re on strike and so no rewrites, meaning we’re risking the quality not being as good as it would be with them. Or worse, the Duffers are gonna go cross picket lines and scab, and rewrite the scenes themselves essentially going against the strike and their own writers to side with the studios that want it done…

Like I want Stranger Things filmed as soon as possible, I really do. But I also am a little bit unsettled by s5 being soured just knowing they chose a route that sided with corporations and not the writers getting paid mf crap while they are in Netflix’s pockets.

Even though I’m skeptical, I’m still hopeful that they’ll say something, maybe the st writers Twitter will make a statement for all the writers, including the duffers to show their support. But just considering how quiet it’s been, I do wonder how they view the situation.

Do they think it will be over at any moment, without their interference and so they’re just waiting for that? Are they genuinely being advised to say nothing, including the cast and so that’s going to be the case until this is over (if it’s even over any time soon).

Like wtfff is going on in their brains I need to know what they’re thinking about all of this.

Bc them being silent all throughout or even worse doing the exact opposite of supporting the strike by literally starting filming anyways against all of their writers best interests, would be the worst possible course of action. The final season won’t be remembered for all the love and dedication put into it, it’ll be remembered for the greed. And that pisses me off bc the writers don’t deserve that! This is their baby and they’re literally out here risking it all to have a live-able wage, only to be undermined at the risk of everything. It fucking sucks.

[cream-and-tea]

[ID in alt text]

continuing a tradition of drawing these two for halloween! they get to be all dressed up bc i couldn’t this year <3

[leafiatheneko]

just coming here to spill my thoughts;

What makes me sad is the fact that there’s so many people out there who do not give a shit about Tifa nor Aerith and go STRAIGHT to sexualizing them both.

I’ll admit I initially wasn’t a huge fan of Tifa but even I didn’t jump to sexualizing her. I know she’s only a fictional character, but she like? Really doesn’t deserve any of the oversexualizing she gets???

[camijhk]

aww they look so good together ugh NUMBER ONE CHRISSY AND EDDY FAN ‼️‼️‼️🫡🫡💯

[padfootastic]

How about "thank you for being patient" "you never have to thank me for that" for jillypad, also I love that you are getting out of your confort zone it's amazing 👌👌 you still make my day a little brighter😊

omg ur absolutely one of my favorite people on here 🥺 thank u so much for always being so kind to me, i appreciate it tons!! this drabble is—a bit light on the jilypad, because j & s were too stubborn to budge over for lily, but i hope you like it <3

x

“Thank you for being patient with me,” he says quietly. His gaze is still fixed on the ground, still too ashamed to be able to raise them.

“James—James, look at me,” a rough grip on his chip tugs him forward and for the first time in this entire conversation, James looks into Sirius’ eyes. The absence of any condemnation or anger doesn’t help, like one might’ve thought, no. It only makes it so much worse, because here is James, someone who’s hurt his own best friend, the other half of his soul, every single day for who knows how long. He’s been so selfish, for so long, and Sirius still looks at him like that—like he’s a flower turned towards the sun. It’s not right. He shouldn’t have to.

Sirius pinches, hard, until James comes back to him with a yelp. “You never have to thank me for that, you understand?” When James doesn’t respond, his fingers dig in a little more. “Do you understand, Jamie? I will wait for you, as long as it takes, and you do not get to make me feel bad about that. Nor will you beat yourself up over it.”

“But, Si, I- I was flaunting my relationship in your- it must’ve been terrible,” James cries out, putting himself in Sirius’ shoes—in love with someone who’s never once looked at him, knowing their heart is promised to another—and feeling like utter shite for it.

“I…wouldn’t recommend it, no,” Sirius says, still casual as all fuck. “But it wasn’t this great tragedy you’re building in your head, James. It was just other fact of life. Magic is real, hippogriffs are divas, and I was…am in love with you. Simple as that,” he ends with a shrug.

Simple, James scoffs mentally. If there was ever more proof needed that Sirius was the strongest person he knows, then this is it. Because James lived with the feeing that the person he was in love with—well, the other person he was in love with didn’t think of him that way for five days and he was ready to crack. That one week after he realised his feelings for Sirius were like a hitherto undiscovered form of hell—he was miserable.

It took Lily dragging him into an empty classroom and typing him to a chair before he finally admitted it to himself and her.

He was in love with Sirius Black, and from the look of things, it had been that way for a long, long time now. The only reason he hadn’t suspected anything was because their relationship had always felt so right, so complete that he couldn’t imagine needing anything more.

Until the possibility that Sirius might not be his, completely and entirely his, hits him across the head when he overhears a gaggle of admirers talk about dating him.

In the end, its Lily gives him the courage to do it.

Lily, who takes his hand in both of hers and presses the most tender kiss he’d ever felt. For a minute, he is worried, nay, terrified that she’s about to break up with him and what will he do then? Sirius might be the other half of his soul, but Lily was his heart. He couldn’t live without her nor could he blame her if that’s what he decided to do.

It only takes her a second to read the fear in his eyes before she presses the same kiss into his lips, his eyes, his nose, all over his face.

“I’m not going anywhere, love,” she whispers. “But I think it’s time we bring someone else in, hm?”

(James will never understand what he did to deserve not one, but two soulmates who fit him so perfectly when most people go their entire lives without even finding one but he promises himself he’ll never take it for granted, never treat them less than they deserve)

And so he’s here, two days of unsuccessful avoiding later, spilling his guts out to his best mate who’s just responded with the most heartbreaking sentence James’s ever heard.

“Well, I’ve got you beat there, Jamie. I’ve loved you since second year.”

That’s almost the entirety of the time they’ve known either.

Like he’s said, James doesn’t know how Sirius managed it. Can’t fathom how he was able to be there for him, not just as a friend but a wingman in his attempt to woo Lily. James think he’d rather combust than assist Sirius in picking out clothes for a date and condoms for the night after.

“I always knew there was a reason I liked Lily, you know,” Sirius says, suddenly. James blinks at him in question.

“She’s the reason you’re here, isn’t she?” James ducks his head at the knowing lilt of his words, unable to refute the truth of it.

“Well, will you thank her for me, then, J?” Sirius is leaning forward, eyes fixed on his, intense and heated. “Exactly like this, actually.” And he closes the gap between them.

[pepprs]

doing really bad in ways i can’t talk about which is making it worse

[thehappiestgolucky]

I admit. Upon seeing Deep One of the Abyss, my first thought was "Wow if this guy(gender neutral) comes to be fond of Dawn and Odessa Volo, Giratina, and potentially Arceus are SCREWED."

Volo was just generally discussing legends but also wanting to scare the girls into not investigating this legend not just because “oh dear you could get eaten” but ALSO because the nature of legends can be skewed and if this legend turned out nice it would be very bad for his plans-

And wouldn’t you know it! They’re more concerned about two tiny children being lost in their realm than the fact they haven’t eaten in a millennia-

[paverics]

women’s football tends to have morality, and lesbianism. so good luck to the saudi guys who have been tasked with packing 3-4 teams of stars. i don’t think there’s enough heterosexuals, but i’m sure you’ll have a good crack at it

[emuwarum]

One of my ramshorn babies is orange!!!!

[frascospecimen]

what is elean and maymunah's relationship like? from what i understand elean is a sweetheart and maymunah is a scared/angry child so

YAY I love thinking about these two. The gist of it is maymunah is scared/really distrustful of adults and elean wants to make them feel safe while also not really having much experience with kids. Elean DOES have a lot of experience working with animals (mostly dogs) and mostly interacts with maymunah like you would a scared stray dog. Elean mostly does her best to show Hey we’re all nice here! We don’t bite! while also kind of keeping her distance because she doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries 😭 at some point they warm up to her though they get really close. Elean ends up really enjoying having someone to take care of/dote on and she ends up being a little overbearing but she means well lol. I think she likes making them listen to music she likes and they like it a lot but they’d never admit it LOL

[trevisos]

this is one of my favorite early game lines for xarrastarion because he’s Right but not in the way he’s trying to imply LMAO

[sirompp]

Happy December my advent calendar told me not to kill myself

[trianglegoddess]

I'm Still Standing

The League felt like they had a strong sense of Phantom’s power. After all, they wouldn’t have asked him to join the team, otherwise. He’s strong, he can fly, and due to his supernatural nature, he’s amazing on recon and stealth missions. He’s also incredibly reliable, and smarter than most people give him credit for. He’s a natural hero, a more snarky Captain Marvel, some news outlets have been saying. Always saving people with just the right words to say, with a humble smile on his face. 

Phantom, with all of his power, seemed untouchable in every definition of the word. 

And then they got invaded by Darkseid. 

It wasn’t the first time Darkseid had invaded Earth, but it was the first time bringing armies so large, the first time he’s attacked all over the world to spread the League thin. It is single handedly the worst alien invasion Earth has ever had. 

Batman, bleeding out on the sidewalk, Wonder Woman knocked unconscious and restrained by a nearly egregious amount of henchmen, Superman, weak from the kryptonite Darkseid had shot him with. Thankfully it had missed all the important bits, but with that bullet inside of him, Superman was also down for the count, as well as dozens of other League members. 

If it hadn’t been for Phantom, they would have lost. 

Phantom, who’s never been seen without a smile on his face until now. Phantom, who’s never had so much as a scratch on him, until now. Phantom, who has only ever been known to be kind and compassionate, even to his villains, until now. 

Usually there’s this sort of warm, comforting feeling that radiates from Phantom. It feels like a nice breeze on a warm summer’s day, a nice cup of hot cocoa, your favorite song. It’s a feeling of safety, as if everything will be alright just because he’s there. 

Here, though, something else, something much stronger, is radiating from him. It practically rolls off of him in huge waves, making those conscious around him more aggravated, more on edge.

Phantom pulls himself off of the ground. His suit is torn, and his green blood splattered on himself and the ground. He spits a glob of it out, along with a tooth. 

“Still, you stand,” Darkseid says, as if tired. “Do you not tire in the face of your own demise?”

“As long as I’m still standing, you won’t ever win,” Phantom says. His voice is low and threatening, reverberating eerily off of the broken infrastructure that surrounds them. It sends a chill down everybody’s spines, though if Darkseid is affected, he doesn’t show it. 

“Your comrades have fallen, your militaries have failed, and you have no other help arriving. Pray tell how one singular human will be able to take me down!” 

Phantom doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he walks forward so that his friends are behind him, and braces himself. Darkseid, unable to contain his own hubris, lets Phantom come closer. 

Phantom takes in a deep breath, as if he’s about to speak.  

Instead he wails. 

Any remaining glass shatters, raining down upon them as green sound waves push back the offending forces. 

And it’s loud, of course. The ears of Darkseid’s minions are bleeding, and many of them are either dying because it’s too much for them to bear, or they’re killing themselves to give themselves some modicum of relief. But it’s also more than that, more than noise. 

It’s mourning. 

The first feeling that overwhelms everyone is anger. Phantom’s anger at Darkseid, at the destruction, at the fact that he just can’t catch a fucking break and it’s not fair. The second, is the sadness. It weighs down upon their shoulders, suffocating them like smog. It invades every part of their being-their lungs, their joints, their very hearts-and it presses and presses and presses until there’s very nearly nothing left. 

Phantom still pushes on. He is nothing if not persistent, driven to fight, driven to protect his people, his team, his friends, his family. No mortal being could ever hope to have a lung capacity like this, but Phantom is no normal mortal, and Darkseid is finally starting to come to terms with that. 

The last wave of overwhelming emotion is more of an idea than it is an actual feeling. It’s not a threat, per se, but a promise. A promise to do everything in his power to destroy Darkseid and his forces permanently and with prejudice. A promise that no matter how hard Darkseid fights, he will not win. 

A promise that, if knocked down, Phantom will stand back up, and he will not lose. 

Eventually, after what feels like eternity, the wail dies down. There isn’t a single member of Darkseid’s army that’s still on their feet or in the air. Phantom collapses down to one knee, and bright, white rings flicker around his person for just a moment, before he wills them away and stands back up. 

It’s less walking towards Darkseid, and more stalking. They are not on equal footing. Phantom is the predator in every sense of the word, his anger and grief still radiating off of his body in ways that Darkseid is unable to comprehend. 

“Do you yield?” Phantom asks. His eyes are blazing green, burning into Darkseid’s very soul. It is a sort of animalistic, primal instinct deep within him that tells him, run, run as fast as you can. Darkseid’s hubris, however, remains unmatched. 

Even as he stares Death in the eye. 

“I do not,” Darkseid says. He tries to get to his feet, but his body won’t listen, still weighed down by the effects of Phantom’s wail. 

“Then as Phantom, King of the Dead, I hereby condemn you for the rest of your afterlife.”

“Don’t count your eggs yet, boy,” Darkseid spits. “I’m still alive.”

“No,” Phantom says, in a tone adjacent to someone who’s giving their condolences, “You’re not.”

Phantom gestures beside them, and Darkseid spares a glance and sees…Himself. 

His corpse is splayed on the ground, blood spurting out of his ears, nose, and eyes. He stares lifelessly up at the sky. The blood is still leaking down the sides of his face. 

“You’re dead now, Darkseid, and therefore under my jurisdiction. Due to your extensive list of crimes you will not receive a hearing, just your eternal damnation for the sins you’ve committed.”

Phantom waves his hand, and green chains and manacles appear on Darkseid’s wrists and ankles before he’s dusted out of existence, sent to his eternal punishment in another dimension. 

As soon as he’s gone, Phantom collapses to his knees. 

He’s not sure how long he’s there, sitting in the blood of those he’s killed, before Wonder Woman comes over. She’s covered in gashes and bruises and blood that isn’t hers, but she still stands tall and proud. A battle won is a reason for celebration, after all. 

He glances behind her, sees Superman taking Batman into his arms and flying off. 

Diana doesn’t ask him questions about how he’s feeling. A victory is a victory, sure, but not without its price. 

Instead, she holds out her hand. Danny grasps it, and allows her to help him to his feet. 

“As long as you can stand, you can win,” Diana says. “I think I’ll have to use that for my next big speech.”

“By all means,” Phantom tells her. “Just be sure to credit me.”

“Deal.”

[fingertipsmp3]

I take back what I said about the ugly ass hats. They’re still ugly but it’s a really fun pattern

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

The one fucking thing I wanted at this craft fair and somebody bought the whole set