#featuring: tinker bell

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Little comic about my OC Nova (a Tailsmo fankid) when she was a baby:

[plumwillow-pixie]

In memory of Judith Holmes Clarke, who passed away earlier this year in March.

She was one of the leading artists for the Disney Fairies book series (and one of few Disney credited). Her art shaped the brand to the point it was even featured in the end credits of the first Tinker Bell movie. Judith passed away the same year Disney Fairies series celebrates its 20th anniversary 😢

I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner, but thank you, Judith, for being my inspiration for so many years. I only wish I could've said it in person. May your soul rest in peace

[physalian]

Lateral vs Vertical Magic Systems

I… think I���m the only one to use these terms? What I mean by this is different than hard and soft magic, slightly.

Quick recap:

Hard magic systems have rules and strict definition for what can and can’t be done

Soft magic systems go more off vibes, magic exists but the exact mechanics are not important or don’t exist

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I think you can have a lateral or vertical magic system that’s either hard or soft, and what I mean by this is:

Vertical magic is where everyone has magic of wildly different flavors but hones them all for the same specific purpose.

Lateral magic is where everyone has magic of the same flavor but uses it for wildly different purposes.

Here’s some vertical magic examples:

Percy Jackson: Nobody uses their demigod powers for anything other than staying alive, by and large, and there’s a huge variety of demigod power possibilities and very little overlap. Whether it’s physical combat or mental, these kids’ powers exist so they can fight gods and monsters.

Naruto: I have not seen most of this show so correct me if I’m wrong but, this is a world where ninjitsu is almost exclusively for combat. While there’s core principles, the heaviest hitters in the show all have wild and exclusive powers or special moves that only they can use that go far beyond skill in martial arts (except for Rock Lee).

X-Men: By nature of it being a comic book, the premise of the world is built in heroes versus villains and how they use their powers to beat the snot out of each other. In X-men specifically, mutants are persecuted and can’t use their powers legally, and have little choice beyond using their mutation to stay alive and “do good”.

Lateral magic systems might be something like:

Tinker Bell: You’re a nature fairy, by and large, and everyone gets their power from the same source, pixie dust, each using their flavor of magic to suit their niche purpose in the environment

Danny Phantom: Yes, he’s a superhero and must have fights, but all of Danny’s super-powered rogues are ghosts, with no exceptions, and everyone is limited to how creatively and uniquely they use the same basic ghost principles of possession, telekinesis, invisibility, and intangibility, + their special trait, but all also suffer the same issue that unites them more than once: They are dead, and good or bad, the living fear them.

Fullmetal Alchemist: Alchemy isn’t limitless, and its practitioners typically focus on one very specific kind of alchemy of their choice with the hard rule that everyone must follow of construct, deconstruct, and reconstruct, and get really, really good at honing it mostly for combat, but also in fields of science, engineering, etc. There is alchemy and only alchemy, and it has rules.

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Last Airbender is both! Its bending rules are strictly limited to the four elements and how creative you can get with your element… but it is also a show that heavily features martial arts and how that bending can be used in combat, but it also built a world where bending factors into other jobs, arts, and the very fabric of society.

Why does lateral vs vertical magic matter?

When you’re designing your magic system, you have to think about how this magic would integrate into a world as if its always existed there. Is it hidden magic, like in most urban fantasy? Or is it baked into the fabric of society, like with bending? Does everyone start with the same basic tools and go wild, or does everyone start wild, and all chase the same aspirations?

Whichever you pick does depend on the story you’re telling. A lot of the media I mentioned is action-adventure, which means that all magic, lateral, vertical, soft, or hard, leans toward one thing in the end: Combat.

But beyond combat, how can your magic be used? Are people allowed to practice it without regulations or is it heavily structured by their fantasy society? If it has always existed, how would their would be fundamentally different than ours?

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PETER PAN!ANAKIN HEADCANONS

Author's note: here both of them, anakin and reader, aren't children. Here they're both around 17-18

TW: no smut!

Author's note: a lot of blogs that crossed through my dms had lately decided to deactivate. I fully support them however can't stop this melancholic feeling creeping up my spine. So, my crazy week with posting my work is dedicated to them. @katiapostsss-deactivated2024081 @yrsjune and so on.

divider - @hellfire--cult

You always believed in fairy tales. Every night, you'd curl up under your blankets, eagerly turning the pages of your favorite stories, letting the words transport you to distant lands where anything was possible. But as much as you loved reading about those grand adventures, a quiet longing had taken root in your heart—a yearning to experience the magic firsthand. To leave behind the ordinary world and step into a place where dreams became reality and happiness was more than just a fleeting moment.

One night, after finishing another tale of Neverland, you couldn't ignore the pull any longer. The idea had been growing in your mind for days, and now, it was impossible to resist. You hurried to your desk, your heart racing with the kind of excitement you only felt when you were on the brink of something extraordinary. Grabbing a piece of paper, you scrawled a note in your neatest handwriting:

Dear Peter Pan,

I've left my window open.

Please come rescue me.

You stuck the note to your window, the cool night air drifting in through the gap you'd left. With a final glance at the stars outside, you crawled back into bed, pulling the duvet up to your chin. As you lay there, the house quiet around you, you could feel your pulse quicken with anticipation. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the leaves outside had you holding your breath, hoping that this time, it wasn’t just the wind. Would he really come? Could he be real, like the stories said?

You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to miss even the faintest sound that might signal his arrival. And as the night stretched on, you waited—(im)patiently, your heart filled with a mixture of hope and a whisper of doubt. Somewhere deep inside, you knew that if anyone could take you away to where dreams were born, it was him—your favorite hero from all the stories you loved.

Peter Pan!Anakin who actually made your dream come true;

Anakin, dressed in his usual green tunic with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, slipped through the open window with the grace of someone who had done it a hundred times before. His eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, and he took in the surroundings—a cozy space filled with books, twinkling fairy lights, and little trinkets that spoke of a dreamer. A map of Neverland was tacked to the wall, and in the corner sat a small chest overflowing with the kinds of treasures a girl might hoard: seashells, old coins, and feathers.

But then, his gaze landed on you, curled up in bed, your face peaceful in sleep. For a moment, he simply stood there, captivated. You looked like a storybook character yourself, with the moonlight casting a soft glow on your features. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of adventures you dreamed about, or what made you leave that note for him.

Before he could get lost in his thoughts, a sharp tug on his tunic yanked him back to reality. Tinker Bell, her tiny face twisted in annoyance, was buzzing around him like a bright, golden light.

“Hey!” she whispered harshly, her little hands pulling at his shirt. “We’re here for your shadow, remember? Not some girl.”

“Come on, Tink. Look at her. Isn’t she just… enchanting?” He took a step closer to your bed, but Tinker Bell darted in front of him, her tiny arms crossed over her chest.

“She’s nothing special,” Tink huffed, her wings fluttering rapidly. “Let’s just get what we came for and leave.”

Anakin rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re just saying that because you’re jealous.”

Tinker Bell’s cheeks flushed an even brighter shade of pink. “I am not!”

Their bickering grew a little louder, and in the midst of it, you stirred. The soft murmur of voices slowly pulled you from sleep, your eyes fluttering open. At first, you thought you were still dreaming—because what you saw couldn’t possibly be real.

A boy, no older than you, stood near your bed, dressed in strange clothes, with tousled hair that looked like it had been styled by the wind itself. Floating beside him was a tiny, glowing figure, radiating light like a star. It took you a moment to realize what you were seeing, and when you did, your heart skipped a beat.

“Peter Pan?” you whispered, your voice tinged with awe and disbelief.

Anakin turned his attention to you, slowly taking in your beautiful eyes. For a moment he just stood there, not saying anything but taking in everything there was about you. He felt this weird feeling of butterflies in his stomach before he composed himself and a charming grin spreading across his face. “The one and only. And you must be the one who left that note.”

You sat up slowly, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Peter Pan was standing in your room, looking even more handsome than you had imagined. “I… I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

He stepped closer, all traces of the earlier argument with Tinker Bell gone from his face. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he said, “Well, you called..and how could I resist an invitation like that?”

Tinker Bell, still hovering nearby, let out an exaggerated sigh but didn’t interrupt again. She could see the way you and Anakin were looking at each other, and she hated it

Peter Pan!Anakin who took you to Neverland and soon later introduced you to all the boys. Although you couldn't shake the tinkler bell's displeasure with your presence. Once you talked about this with anakin, he promised to do something (yet she hadn't really accepted you)

Peter Pan!Anakin who made sure any boy did not flirt with you. Especially Rufio

Peter Pan!Anakin who loves to show off his flying skills;

"But—what if I fall?" Your voice trembled slightly as you looked down at the glistening, see-through blue water below. The height sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but gulp nervously.

Anakin chuckled softly, his eyes dancing with excitement. Hovering effortlessly in the air above the shimmering water, he looked down at you with a cheeky, reassuring grin.

"Oh, darling," he said with a teasing lilt, extending his hand towards you. "But what if you fly?"

"I—" You hesitated, your gaze flickering once more to the soft waves crashing against the cliff. The fear of falling tugged at your heart, making your pulse quicken.

Anakin sensed your hesitation, the flicker of worry in your eyes. His grin softened, turning into a look of pure encouragement. He continued to float with ease, his hand still reaching out to you, his confidence unwavering.

"Come on, love," he coaxed gently, his voice brimming with warmth and certainty. "Take my hand. I won’t let you fall, I promise. Just think of something that makes you happy."

"Happy thought?" You echoed, your voice small, but curious.

"Right, a happy thought." He paused, his gaze deepening as he searched your face. "Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and imagine something that fills your heart with joy. It could be the warmth of the sun, the sound of laughter, or a memory that makes you smile. Hold onto that feeling... and trust me."

You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you. Slowly, you reached out and placed your hand in his. The warmth of his touch sent a spark of reassurance through you, and you felt yourself being gently lifted from the ground.

As your feet left the soft grass, you felt a moment of panic, but it quickly subsided as Anakin's grip remained firm yet tender. He guided you into the air, and before you knew it, you were floating beside him, the shimmering water below now seeming more like a distant dream than a threat. The cool breeze kissed your skin, and you marveled at the sensation of weightlessness.

"Open your eyes," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with wonder.

You obeyed, your eyes fluttering open to take in the breathtaking view. The height was dizzying, and for a moment, your heart skipped a beat.

"Oh my—" You gasped, your body instinctively tensing as you realized just how high you were.

Anakin chuckled again, this time more softly, as he wrapped his arm around your waist, anchoring you to him. His presence was grounding, a steadying force in the midst of this surreal experience.

"It’s alright," he soothed, his voice a comforting murmur in your ear. "I’ve got you. Just hold onto that happy thought, yeah?"

You nodded, your lips forming a thin line as you forced yourself to focus on the happiness that had brought you here, rather than the fear. When you looked up at him, his handsome face was glowing with pride and affection.

Anakin smiled at your nod, understanding the depth of trust you had placed in him. He moved closer, his body brushing lightly against yours, a silent reassurance that you were safe with him. The breeze played with your hair as the two of you floated together, suspended in a moment that felt like pure magic.

"See, love?" he murmured, his gaze never wavering from yours. "You’re flying. Just like I promised."

Peter Pan!Anakin who quickly developed feelings towards you

Peter Pan!Anakin who, despite his playful nature, is fiercely protective of you. He won’t hesitate to confront any danger in the forest, whether it’s a mischievous pixie or a dark force threatening your safety.

Peter Pan!Anakin who you made nervous (which was uncommon for someone like him)

Peter Pan!Anakin who you quickly started to call by small nicknames that he loved (always manage to make his cheeks flush)

Peter Pan!Anakin who gave you a bouquet of glowing flowers;

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in rich shades of pink and orange, Anakin found himself deep in thought. Over the past few days, his mind had been occupied with one thing—you. His feelings for you had grown stronger, more intense, and it was getting harder to keep them hidden.

In the quiet of the evening, Anakin busied himself gathering a bouquet of glowing flowers. Their luminescent petals bathed his surroundings in a soft, ethereal light, casting shadows that danced around him as he worked. He wanted to create something beautiful, something that might convey the emotions he couldn’t quite put into words.

"Ani? What are you doing?" Your voice, sweet and soft, broke through his reverie.

Startled, Anakin jumped slightly. He had been so engrossed in his task that he hadn’t even noticed you approaching. His heart raced, a mix of surprise and embarrassment flooding through him. Instinctively, he tried to hide the bouquet behind his back, though it was already too late.

"Nothing! I’m just… uhm…" He stammered, fumbling for words as a faint blush crept across his cheeks. Realizing that he couldn’t hide the flowers or his intentions any longer, he sighed softly and brought the bouquet forward, revealing it with a sheepish smile.

"I… I made these for you…" His voice was tinged with nervousness, his gaze flickering between the bouquet and your eyes.

"For me?" You asked, a mix of surprise and warmth in your voice.

Anakin’s blush deepened, and he nodded, his usual confidence faltering as he anxiously awaited your reaction.

"Yeah, for you. I remembered how much you liked the glowing flowers on our last walk… so I thought I’d gather some for you. I wanted to… brighten your night."

"I--well--thank you," you replied, a genuine smile spreading across your face.

Relief washed over Anakin at your response, and he couldn’t help but return your smile. He shuffled slightly, rubbing the back of his neck—a habit of his when he felt nervous or unsure.

"I’m glad you like them. I tried to pick the prettiest ones I could find."

Your smile widened as you stepped closer and you decided to do something new, something you've dreamed about doing for a long time. Standing on your toes, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek

"They're perfect" you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

Anakin’s heart swelled at your words, his smile growing as he held the bouquet out to you, the glowing flowers reflecting in his eyes.

"I’m glad you think so. I wanted to do something special for you… because you’re special to me."

His words were soft, almost shy, as he took a step closer. The glow from the flowers illuminated his face, highlighting the earnest expression in his eyes. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you standing in the gentle light of the flowers.

Anakin’s heart pounded in his chest as he leaned in, closing the distance between you. The soft light cast by the flowers created a halo around you both, making the moment feel even more magical. As his lips met yours, the world fell silent. The only thing that mattered was the tender connection you shared, the warmth of his embrace, and the gentle rhythm of your heartbeats, perfectly in sync.

Lost in the kiss, Anakin felt a sense of completeness he had never known before. He didn’t notice Tinker Bell’s jealous stomping in the distance, too absorbed in the feel of your lips, the softness of your skin, and the way you fit perfectly in his arms. He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss, wanting to savor every second of this precious moment.

Peterpan!Anakin who often sang soft lullabies to you when you’re falling asleep, his voice soothing and full of love. And he always promised that he’ll always be there to protect you, no matter what.

Peter Pan!Anakin who, despite the thrill of adventure, has his tender moments. He loves to cuddle with you in a cozy treehouse, wrapped up in a blanket while he whispers stories of his past and dreams of the future.

Peter Pan!Anakin who is a dreamer, constantly imagining new adventures, and he's always trying to impress you with his latest idea. Whether it's finding a new hideout, building something impressive, or planning a daring raid on the pirates, he loves when you join him in these endeavors. Your support means everything to him, and he often seeks your approval without even realizing it.

Peter Pan!Anakin who makes sure to keep you safe from the mermaids, or the treacherous jungles. He'd probably do anything to ensure you're happy and safe, even if it means putting himself in harm's way.

Peter Pan!Anakin who has a special place in Neverland that he never showed anyone else until he met you. It's a secluded spot, perhaps a hidden waterfall or a secret treehouse, where he goes to think and be alone. When he finally takes you there, it's a significant moment, symbolizing how much you mean to him and how much he trusts you.

Peter Pan!Anakin who loves using the magic of Neverland to play tricks and have fun. He might use fairy dust to create harmless pranks, like making your hair float or turning your shadow into a playful doppelgänger

Peter Pan!Anakin who uses you as a comforting presence when he doubts himself.

Peter Pan!Anakin who makes a promise to you, something sacred in the context of Neverland. It could be a vow to always find his way back to you, no matter where you are, or to show you a new star every night.

Peter Pan!Anakin who was first to snuggle up to you when the time came for you to tell a goodnight story to the lost boys

Peter Pan!Anakin who had to save you from captain hook

Peter Pan!Anakin who took you to different places to spend more time with you;

Hand in hand, Anakin gently guided you through the lush, enchanting greenery of Neverland until you reached a serene spot that overlooked a breathtaking view of the setting sun. The sky was a canvas of warm hues—orange, pink, and gold—casting a soft glow over the landscape. A cool breeze brushed against your skin as you stood together, taking in the beauty around you.

He led you to a large, flat rock, the perfect place to sit and watch the world slow down. You both settled down side by side, the sun sinking ever so slowly toward the horizon.

"Now you're just neglecting the Lost Boys,"* you teased, a playful giggle escaping your lips.

Anakin chuckled in response, the sound warm and familiar. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he glanced at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Ah, but they’re used to it," he quipped, turning his gaze back to the vibrant sunset, the colors reflecting in his eyes. "They’re resourceful boys; they’ll manage just fine."

"Besides," he continued with a grin "I’m indulging in my favorite princess right now. The Lost Boys can wait their turn."

As Anakin admired the sunset, lost in the moment, you found yourself unable to take your eyes off him. His strong profile was softened by the fading light, and something about this moment made you want to express what was on your mind.

"You're different from how books describe you..." you mused softly, a small smile tugging at your lips, even though you knew the concept of books was foreign to him.

Anakin chuckled again, the sound low and rich as he continued to gaze at the setting sun. He could feel your eyes on him, and there was a curious edge to his voice when he finally responded.

Turning to meet your gaze, he arched an eyebrow in a blend of playfulness and curiosity "What’s...book?"

You shook your head, a slight smile still on your lips. "Nothing. Don’t mind it," you replied, brushing off the question, knowing it would lead to more complexities than you were ready to explain.

Anakin studied you for a moment, sensing that there was more behind your words. But instead of pushing further, he turned his attention back to the sunset. A brief silence hung between you, filled only by the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of Neverland’s creatures. Then, with a playful smirk, he turned back to you.

"You’re quite the mystery, you know that?" his voice carrying a hint of admiration mixed with a teasing edge, his eyes still reflecting the vibrant colors of the sunset.

Peter Pan!Anakin who's mood each time fell whenever you mentioned going back to your world

Peter Pan!Anakin who deeply conflicted about the idea of growing up, especially when it comes to your relationship. He fears that you’ll eventually want to leave and grow old, while he stays the same

Peter Pan!Anakin who eventually had to accept your decision;

Anakin listened intently as you spoke, his expression growing somber. He knew this conversation was inevitable, but he had been dreading it, avoiding the harsh reality of losing you.

"I know...I know." His voice was thick with emotion, and he paused, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat "But what about Neverland? What about... us?"

When you suggested he come with you, a flicker of hope and doubt crossed his eyes. Yet, the idea of leaving Neverland, the only place he had ever called home, was almost unthinkable.

"You know I can't. This is my home. Neverland is all I know," he murmured, the corners of his mouth turning downward as he grappled with the decision before him.

You stepped closer, your eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and love.

"Please, Ani. I want you with me. I don’t want to leave you behind."

He sighed, his heart caught in a tug-of-war between his love for you and his love for Neverland. The weight of the decision bore down on him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped between two worlds.

But then, his eyes darkened, his expression growing more serious

"And grow up? Turn into an adult? Live a mundane life with mundane jobs and worries?" He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. The thought of abandoning the magic and freedom of Neverland for a life of routines and responsibilities made his stomach churn.

"It’s going to be okay...it’s not so bad—" You tried to reassure him, but your voice wavered, betraying your uncertainty. However you started to feel the watery liquid raise in your eyes but you managed to blink them off before they could escape their place

Anakin raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched across his face.

"Not so bad? It’s going to be a life of routine and expectations. We’ll be losing all of this—the magic, the adventures, the freedom…" His voice softened, laden with the weight of what he was about to say. "I don’t want to lose you either, but I don’t know if it’s worth the cost."

"What? I—anakin—" Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to make him understand. "I can’t just leave my family like that..."

"And I can’t just leave Neverland. Everything I’ve ever known, everything I’ve ever loved...this is my home." His voice wavered as his own eyes began to mist over. "I...I don’t want to lose you, but I can’t uproot everything I know to follow you."

A heavy silence hung between you, the weight of the situation pressing down on both of you.

"So...this is how it ends?" You whispered softly, your voice trembling with emotion. You could fight, make him understand that being an adult isn't so bad like he thinks it is. Yes, there are responsibilities but still, it's not so bad. Yet, you found yourself submitting to his decision, to his slight stubbornness. And in that moment, you started to let go.

Anakin's heart felt like it was being torn in two. The pain in your voice mirrored the pain in his own heart.

"I guess so...I suppose this is where we say goodbye." He tried to keep his voice steady, but the sadness seeped through, making his words sound hollow. He stared at you, memorizing every detail of your face, knowing this might be the last time he’d see you.

With a deep breath, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss filled with sadness and longing. The knowledge that this might be the last time they would ever kiss made him cling to the moment, trying to make it last just a little longer. When the kiss finally ended, he took a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper.

"But goodbyes aren’t forever, you know? We’ll meet again...someday, lost girl"

A small, pained smile tugged at the corners of his lips as you let out a dry chuckle, your attempt to mask the pain. He reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin for a moment longer than necessary.

"You take care of yourself out there, okay?" His voice was tender, laced with a love that couldn’t be easily expressed in words.

You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes, and leaned in to press a small kiss to his swollen lips, sealing your bittersweet goodbye.

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[maxispixels]

HANDPICKED

PART FOUR.

Hobie Brown x GN!Reader

1.8k words

You work at a flower shop in late 70s London and Hobie's being a menace. Slowburn? Probably will be around 10 parts. Strangers to reluctant acquaintances to friends to something more. Maybe a lil' messy?

CW: One slightly suggestive joke

Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five. Part six. Part seven. Part eight. Part nine. Part ten. Part eleven. Part twelve.

The pages of your sketchbook had taken a darker turn. Besides a few buttercups here and there, you had stopped drawing flowers. No, now you had a new subject, far more fascinating, but also far more complex.

You just couldn’t get his face right, no matter how much you tried, his features never felt like him. His nose was too small, then too wide, his skin never the right shade, and you couldn’t remember if he was wearing lipstick or not. 

You were so frustrated, you threw your sketchbook across your tiny flat. The loud thump almost startled you, filling you with instant regret. You hoped you didn’t break it as you rushed to get it back.

Somewhat, the crumpled paper made it look just a bit more like him, the scrappy charm of wrinkled pages suiting his style. You felt like the drawing was mocking you for even caring.

You hated how you found yourself tinkering with your little radio, trying to find the station he put on at the shop, never quite managing to reach it. The static hissed and crackled, occasionally interrupted by snippets of cheerful pop songs or somber news reports. None of it sounded right, none of it was him. 

You didn’t even want to listen to punk at the moment. You just wanted to understand him. Figure him out. His whole attitude. How he seemed to care about so many things people didn’t care about, how he didn’t care about what people did care about. 

That was totally what this whole thing was about. Definitely, mh hm. Just trying to understand.

After all, he had that air, like he knew something more. Like he figured out something you didn’t, and you wanted to know what that was. Maybe if you had listened to him talk instead of memorizing his face… All of that to not even be able to make a proper portrait. What a shame.

The weather kept getting colder as the days passed, and the heating in your home still wasn’t on. You were doing free extra hours at the shop just to enjoy the warmth. There was not a speck of dust left there—not even on the old radio. 

Even Rose scolded you about spending too much time there. You told her about the boy, how he brought the buttercups. You were a little sad they were going to wilt, so Rose taught you how to press them in your sketchbook. She didn’t miss the numerous drawings of a certain someone, and she looked at you disapprovingly.

“What?” You muttered.

“Nothing.” She sighed. “Youth.” 

You felt the underlying implications. “He just has an interesting face!” You defended.

“Whatever you say.”

You didn’t insist.

Days passed and the temperature only dropped further. It was still autumn, but it certainly felt like winter. The rain was constant and loud and cold. It seeped through your clothes and reached your bones, making your teeth clatter whenever you were outside. 

At least, the rides in the bus felt relaxing. You didn’t even mind having to snuggle with other people. They felt warm and soft, with big fuzzy jackets. 

You wouldn’t mind rubbing shoulders with a spike in the bus, but Spikey Thing only showed up when he felt like it.

You’d given him funny nicknames in your head. That’s what he got for playing mysterious. Loser. 

You looked at the door at every jiggle of the bell, hoping to catch a glimpse of his tall wicks, or studded belt, or leather jacket, or red combat boots. It was honestly shameful how disappointed you felt when anyone else entered the shop. 

That didn’t happen often, which left you alone with your thoughts too much. The heavy rain deterred most people from trying to buy flowers, and you had to put inside the pots in the storefront. The wind and rain would have broken the plants. 

You were dripping and you were cold, and tired, and frustrated. 

When the rain stopped for a moment, you went back outside to wipe the front window a little. You didn’t want the grim from the rain to linger on the glass, it was a pain to remove when it was all dry.

“S shapes work much bette’, y’know?”

You almost had a heart-attack. You didn’t hear him coming at all, and he startled you so bad, you almost dropped your cloth. You met his gaze through the reflection in the window. Play it cool, you told yourself, turning to face him properly. “Oh, and what would you know about window washing now?” 

“I was a window washer at some point.”

You snorted. “Wait, you’re actually serious?”

“Wot? Don’t believe me?” He challenged, grabbing the supplies right from your hand and doing the window in record time. And he didn’t need  your little stool to reach the top of the window. And it was really well done too, not a trace left.

“Okay, you win.” You sighed, impressed and defeated at the same time. You smiled as you imagined him just cleaning windows as a job. It made him a tiny bit more ordinary, normal.

“I always do.” He gave you back the supplies, entering the shop before you. “It's bloody freezin’.” Seemed like he also liked the heating in the shop. You followed him quickly. 

Only when you both were inside did you notice how grim he looked, with eyebags deeper than the last time—you’d know, you were lost in his eyes for an embarrassingly long amount of time, and darker spots across the edge of his jaw. The sight somewhat tugged at your heartstring, but you refrained from asking. 

He walked around like he owned the place, leaving behind mud stains. His arms swung lazily along each of his steps. You didn’t even scold him, a bit too happy with him showing up. 

“Missed me?” He asked as he sat down on your stool, behind the counter.

“Forgot you ever existed. Spent the most peaceful week of my life.” You blatantly lied.

“Pft, careful what you say, I got the till in front o’ me.” He teased, gesturing dramatically. “Fuck, you don’t even have a lock on that thing! That’s askin’ for it.” 

You chuckled. “Whenever the amount is over 500£, Rose takes it with her to keep the count.”

“Rose?”

“The owner. My boss.”

“No way. Rose sells roses.”

“Yes way. The shop’s called Rose’s roses for a reason. She made that joke before you.”

A comfortable silence fell after that. He stayed perched behind the counter, watching, while you shuffled the pots from the storefront, trying to find space for them in the crowded shop. You untied ribbons, swapping colors and fluffing petals, pretending you didn’t feel his gaze burning into your back.

“You’re overthinking the display.” His voice pulled you out of your concentration. “Just chuck a load of flowers in a bucket and call it modern art.”

“You’re not helping.” You sighed.

“Good — I’m helping you embrace chaos. It’s liberating.”

“I’m already liberated, thanks.”

“Liberated? You’re folding ribbon into little bows. That’s basically bondage.”

You glared at him. “Why do you even care? You’re not even buying anything.”

“No, but I’m stealin’ some fantastic entertainment.”

You pinched a smile off your lips before going back to fold said ribbon. You heard him fiddle with some stuff behind the counter, but didn't pay him any more attention for the moment. He didn’t bother you either as you took on the rest of your tasks. 

A customer entered, an older gentleman that already visited a couple of times. He often bought flowers for his wife—which you thought was quite adorable. 

“Good afternoon, Mr Anderson!” You greeted cheerfully. He smiled down at you, and you stood up. “How can I help you today?”

“Good afternoon. I am looking for a bouquet for my wife. It’s her birthday, and I wanted something special.”

“Of course. Do you have anything in mind? A theme, certain flowers, colors?”

“For once I was actually counting on your recommendations. I just want something original.”

You hummed, thinking. You usually suggest roses, everybody loved roses, but it was far from original. “Maybe some lilies with lavender…?”

“I got her lavender a couple of weeks ago…”

“Oh right.” You mumbled. Spikey thing from the back suddenly spoke up.  “If you want to give ‘er somethin’ special, maybe get ‘er somethin’ other than flowers.”

Anderson turned, startled, as if only now noticing the man slouched in the corner. His eyes darted to the ripped leather jacket, the spikes, the mud streaked boots, then back to you, wordlessly asking if he was supposed to be part of the staff. 

You turned as well and glared at him. If your eyes could shoot bullets, he’d no longer be living. It had an effect as he coughed and cleared his throat. “I mean, succulents are also an option, and uhh, their blue tint will marry, erm, beautifully with blue flowers over there. Yep. Succulents. Very, erm, modern, strikin’ even.”

You were about to scold him again, but his suggestion made you pause. That was actually a good idea. You turned to Anderson, whose eyes held a mix of confusion and disapproval at this stranger’s involvement. 

You grabbed some chrysanthemums, with a light blueish color, as well as some succulents, a couple of white flowers and other leaves to create a harmonious bouquet. You hated that he had a point. Succulents did work beautifully with chrysanthemums, damn him. He had no business being this obnoxious and occasionally clever.

Anderson looked at you incredulously. “You know what?… That works. I guess. Thank you?” He blinked, almost confused at how this random suggestion gave such a pretty arrangement. 

“You’re welcome.” The punk grinned, satisfied. 

You sighed, as you unceremoniously pushed the boy out of the way to the till to take care of Mr Anderson.

“Blimey, that much?” He exclaimed from behind you and and you shot a glare at him again. “Wildflowers are free and much more personal.” He added. 

Anderson just shook his head, now more amused than anything else. “Funny friend you got yourself.” You gave him a sheepish smile as you handed him his change.

“And I hope you have a marvellous day, good sir.” The deep voice echoed behind you and you swore he did a little bowing gesture. You rolled your eyes at your ‘funny friend’ dramatics. When Anderson finally left the shop, you turned to him.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow.

“What the hell was that?”

“Me being a genius. I should probably take your place, you suck at your job. I can wash the window better and I’m a better salesman too.”

You huffed and pushed him out of your way, trying to act more annoyed than you really were. It didn’t work too well as you couldn’t help a chuckle from escaping.

Part five.

[disneyfairies2005-2007]

The new fairy Tinker Bell's busy buggies ride is absolutely brimming with enchanting references! Here are some I very much enjoyed:

As you enter, your eyes are immediately drawn to Tinkerbell's familiar  teapot house, a wholesome sight straight out of the movies.

In the queue line there’s a harmonica with the words "London 1911" delicately engraved on it. In the year 1911 the book ‘Peter Pan and Wendy’ was published by Hodder & Stoughton, London.

On the floor is a giant coin with the same stylized portrait of Queen Victoria as featured in the first Tinker Bell movie. 

The crayons that make up the queue line makes a great homage to Tinkerbell and the Great Fairy Rescue.  Referencing the crayons that little Lizzy uses to draw in her books, as she documented Tinker Bell's knowledge of the fairy world.

There is a massive sign proudly proclaiming "Tinker's Nook". This is the enchanted area of Neverland where all the Tinker fairies live and work.

Tinker Bell has written some schematics on a leaf and has included a note to ask Terrance to help source the materials. 

There's an adorable little dew drop, reminiscent of the ones in the first movie.

On the map of Pixie Hollow by the compass you can see Queen Clarion! 

As the ride enters the winter section you can hear Gruff and see his green eyes shining out through the dark.

In the queue line you can hear a multitude of music from the Disney Fairies movies such as an instrumental version of ‘Fly To Your Heart’ from the first film, and the score from the Legend of the Neverbeast.

This is unbelievably exciting as the Disney fairies franchise was sadly discontinued in 2014 and this is the first time since a park has created an attraction around it.

[docgold13]

The Folks behind the Toons

Bruce W. Smith

Bruce Wayne Smith was born on September 6, 1961, in Los Angeles, California.  He loved cartoons throughout his childhood and, at age 10, made his first animated film based on designs of One Hundred and One Dalmatians.  He attended the California Institute of the Arts and graduated in 1981. 

Shortly thereafter Smith got a job as an assistant animator on a TV short Garfield in the Rough and later served as a freelance animator for Pinocchio and the Emperor of the Night.  He was hired by Walt Disney Studios as an animator for Who Framed Roger Rabbit.  

In the early 1990s, Smith was selected by producer Reginald Hudlin to direct the Paramount Pictures animated film Bebe's Kids. An ambitious project, the film performed poorly and received mixed to negative reviews from critics; although some critics lauded the movie for its unadulterated depiction of Black culture and language without effort to make it more palpable to white audiences.

Entertainment reporter Kendra Beltran noted "Bebe’s Kids proved that a Black animated cast meant something to audiences. Maybe not monetarily but in a sense that Black characters didn’t just have to be the resident tokens. It would take some time before Hollywood grasped that notion but in a way, we have Bebe’s Kids to thank for what followed with the likes of The Boondocks and Disney’s The Proud Family."

In the years that followed, Smith was credited as a character designer for Ted Turner's ‘A Cool Like That Christmas,’ ‘The Pagemaster,’ and ‘Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child.’  he additionally served as co-director on the Warner Bros. live-action animated film ‘Space Jam’ before returning to Disney as supervising animator on such films as ‘Tarzan’ and  ‘The Emperor's New Groove.’

 While working animation on the feature film side, Smith furthered his interest in television animation by creating ‘The Proud Family’ for Disney Channel in 2001. Initially pitched to Nickelodeon in 1998, a pilot was created for the network but was not green lit.  Smith subsequently co-founded Jambalaya Studios, which worked in conjunction with Willard Carroll's Hyperion Pictures to produce the series.  The Proud Family was picked up by the Disney Channel and ended up being a substantial hit, running for 50 episodes as well as The Proud Family television movie.

In 2004, Smith served as a supervising animator for Disney's Home on the Range. That same year, co-created and served as executive producer for the series ‘Da Boom Crew’ for The WB. Another highly ambitious project Da Boom Crew sought to be something of a combination between Star Wars with Boyz-N-The Hood, and argued that the series tries to recreate the "black experience in animated form." Although 13 episodes were produced, only four of which aired; the series was deemed a commercial failure.  

In 2009, Smith returned to Walt Disney Animation Studios to supervise 2D animation on The Princess and the Frog (specifically for the character of Dr. Facilier) as well as the 2011 film Winnie the Pooh (supervising animation of the characters of Piglet, Kanga and Roo).  Smith went on to serve as lead animator for the animated short Tangled Ever After and did character and animation designs for the movies Frozen and Wreck-It Ralph.  

In 2015, Smith served as part of the senior creative team for the direct-to-TV film Tinker Bell and the Legend of the NeverBeast; and later served as an animator for Teen Titans Go! To the Movies.

In 2019, Smith directed the short film Hair Love.  This was a short that centered on a young father who struggles to help his daughter with her hair and explores the weight and ambivalence of hairstyles and maintenance among the Black community.  The film won the Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film.

In 2022, Smith returned to Disney and relaunched The Proud Family with a sequel series entitled ‘The Proud Family: Louder and Prouder.’ Similar to the original series, Louder and prouder proved a significant hit for the Disney Channel - further concretizing the show's protagonist, Penny Proud, as a prominent and hugely important figure in the history of Black American animation.

In his youth, Smith was very much aware of the lack of Black characters and themes in mainstream animation.  He dedicated much of his career in an effort to move things forward in rectifying this deficit.   And it is abundantly clear that he greatly succeeded in this goal.  

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

I'm very happy that Peter Pan is going to be part of Disney Dreamlight Valley: not only is Skull Rock featured in Dazzle Beach, but considering the game's heavy themes of childhood memories, it only makes sense Peter gets to be involved. Not to mention the Forgotten gets to play a huge part: it's been a while, and they fit into this narrative like a glove.

But, are they going to involve Tinker Bell somehow? There's no Peter without Tink...

And, most of all, there's no Peter without Captain Hook!

WHERE'S HOOK?? I WANNA SEE HIM GETTING INTO PIRATE SHENANIGANS AGAINST PETER! HE'S LIKE ONE OF THE MOST FUN AND ICONIC VILLAINS FROM CLASSIC DISNEY, I WANNA SEE HIM AROUND THE VALLEY AND TRY AND GET THE RULER TO BE PART OF HIS PIRATE CREW!

...I'm fond of that ruthless codfish...

[zigazone]

Decided to rewatch Tinker Bell (2008) to see what short cuts they took when dismantling Ring of Belief (ROB). So here are some of them. Tumblr won’t let me add more than 10 images so this isn’t even all of them.

So first off the little dandelion seed things are reused from ROB.

The barrage boat where Hook captures Tink and Silvermist in with Peter and the lost boys, makes an appearance.

Oh also George and Mary are in the film too for some reason in the background for like 3 seconds. They are like the only background people in the film, like WHY- waste of models imo but I think they were from the ROB draft so what can you do.

Hooks ship is also just chilling there.

I’m thinking this tinker bell model they used for one scene is also from ROB because her wings are very tiny, and we know newborn fairies were a thing (they still come from a child’s laugh but they’re like baby’s/younger, kind of like how everyone could tell Prilla was the youngest fairy in the Disney fairies books when she arrived because of her wing size and features) because of the flash game and young fairy concept art.

Yes I’m sure the concept art is fairies look at their ears and their dresses are made out of flowers.

I’m not sorry but Terence is just Peter Pan’s Ring of Belief Model with a tik tok filter slapped on it and a side identity theft.

They had a remaining budget of like 3$ and since Lasseter cut Peter from the film he was just extra so my guess is they reused him to make Terence, which is why Terence’s face is different from the books. Now don’t go hitting me with the “but all of tinks friends look different and they were in the books too”. Well duh, that was intentional, they were created in marketing, they were taken and made specifically for the film, Gail had no involvement with them. They were just added in later with corresponding designs to promote the films later on. That’s also why we never got tinks book friends in the movies because they were created for the books, they weren’t meant to be “movie marketable”.

Another case of identity theft. Like come on. They dismantled Victoria and turned her into Wendy. Wendy shouldn’t even been in this film because of the last line from Peter Pan where Wendy’s dad, George, says he’s been to never land before. That isn’t possible here because Peter isn’t even in Never Land yet, Tink was just born and Wendy exists. Would make more sense if they used Victoria instead and made her like Wendy’s grandmother.

Over all the Tinker Bell films we got feel like their own bad timeline. They threw almost everything out from the books in a way and called it a day. ROB was at least consistent with the books lore and timeline. We had the purple pixie dust tree, we had the ring of belief, we had mother dove references, we even could have had the book fairies at one point. Disappointed with the Tinker Bell films rn smh. This movie is a 4/10 at best and I’m mad at it rn because it’s just stolen scraps glued together with an Elmer’s glue stick.

[nectardaddy]

'88 Ford | Kita Shinsuke

chapter nine | another step back

masterlist

no smau parts, she's long

track nine. . . sleeping on the blacktop

cw/notes: anger, but comedic anger, it's happening yall sound the alarms, I also have a pinterest board here and a playlist here

Brown eyes were transfixed on the task in front of him, unwavering in his focus. Hat discarded on a work table adjacent to him, gray hairs fell in his eyes to which he quickly brushed out of the way. Wrench in hand, he found himself tinkering with broken pieces of farm equipment; not having the heart, or a sound enough mind, to wait around for his work day to be over. 

The barn was hot, sweltering as the door was closed and all heat was stuck inside. A fan in the nearby corner left on, but making it feel more like a convection oven. Closing the door so no one would bother him - he was both sweaty and dead wrong. So when he heard the rough sound of the barn doors rolling open, he let a small sigh pass his lips. Wiping the sweat from his face onto his wrist, as his hands were too dirty, and rose from his crouched position to stand.

"Kita, fuckin', Shinsuke!" He felt his blood run cold from the voice. The voice of the woman who usually only addressed him with compassion, to hear venom thrown his way made him falter. A bite to the words that was deadly, holding a knife to his throat by simply stating his own name - his government name. Normally, he'd feel his heart squeeze at the sound of her voice, but to this he felt his heart sink right to the pits of his stomach.

"Yes ma'am?" His voice was soft in comparison to her own, laced with regret and, quite honestly, fear. A shake in his voice he very rarely ever heard himself - he swore he felt his heart stop. There was a fire in her eyes that shook him right to the core, watching as she yanked the barn closed with a strength that only came from white, hot rage. 

I'm gonna’ die here.

He should have known this would happen. He should have known the woman's anger was coming to a boiling point, letting it simmer all too long. But even still, he found himself panicking. Taking a hefty step back as the woman approached him swiftly. Eyes locked onto him like a target, ablaze with fervent anger he never wished to see again.

"Don't you dare step back! Cowboy up already and talk t’me like a fuckin’ man!" A drawl to her words that was thick, a snap to every word that made his breath hitch in his throat. Every rational alarm bell in his mind told him to run, to turn and run as fast as humanly possible out of the situation. Dread washing over him as she stepped closer to him, the weight of the emotion hitting him so hard he felt the wrench in his hand slip. Falling to the ground with a loud clank - she ignored it.

"I didn't mean-" 

"Didn't mean what? To ignore me?" Cutting his words off as she neared him, steps heavy as she trudged over in a frenzy. But he couldn't ignore the black and blue on her features, even as the fire inside her roared on. Entangled within his fear was also concern, even as she yelled at him he couldn’t find it within himself to push down the sickly feeling of penitence. This was his fault. Taking accountability for his actions, or lack thereof, within the confines of his mind. What have I done? 

Maybe it was fear, possessing him so fervently he felt stiff, maybe it was guilt that gnawed at the frayed edges of his soul; either way, he found himself at a lack of words. Opening his mouth only to promptly shut it, realizing there was nothing he could say that would be satisfactory - not a word that wouldn’t land him in even hotter water at least. 

All too soon was the woman in front of him, and all too quickly did he take another step back, he felt like he was scrambling. Not able to move fast enough to evade the wrath of the woman he’d seen on many occasions, seeing how she tore and ripped people to shreds with only words alone. “Do y’know how long it’s been Kita Shinsuke?” It seemed like a test at this point, posing the rhetorical question, with his full name, to further the dig into him. 

Another step forward - another step back. 

“Three days, ma’am,” the timbre of his voice went as he whispered.

He watched her eyes soften a moment at his words, a fire dimming before exploding once more as she narrowed them. Only a single moment's peace before her features matched fury once more, like flipping a switch on and off before the fuse eventually blew. “You told me I was important to you three days ago and haven’t talked t’me since - why?”

“I’m sorry, I-”

Another step forward - another step back.

He could tell his actions frustrated her more, eyes widening as her jaw tightened and she let out a disgruntled ‘ugh.’ Taking another step towards him, that was bigger than the latter, and he instinctively moved to step back. But as his foot moved back, it came in contact with a work table leg and he inhaled sharply - there was nowhere left to go. 

“I know why, Shinsuke.”

Her statement hit him like a train, and he thought he could see his resolve practically crumble at his feet. His heart hammered in his chest so hard he swore she could hear it and his lungs screamed for him to take another breath. Fear all consuming him he was too afraid to breathe; taking another sharp inhale only to hold it in his throat again. 

This is bad. God, this is so bad.

As if he thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, the feeling of her fingers grabbing at the collar of his shirt surely didn’t make it any better. He realized what she was doing a second to late, a rough yank tearing him away from his thoughts as she pulled him to her level. Letting out an audible, “wait,” as she did.

“Tell me you love me, Kita Shinsuke.” A quiet command that made him open his mouth in shock, brown eyes flickering between her own in a panic. An emotion swirling within them that made him falter - tenderness? Affection? Not able to place his finger directly on it he closed his mouth and swallowed hard.

“Your dad’ll kill me if I do.”

“You should be more afraid of what I do to you if you don’t.”

He spoke her name quietly before taking another small breath, “I can’t.” He felt her fingers loosen on his collar at the two words, hearing her take a small breath as the anger fell from her face; replacing it with another he rarely ever saw - distress.

“I’ll say it back when you do.”

He felt his fear be cast away almost immediately, his heart surging to his throat at the revelation. No longer feeling the heat from the barn, only the flushed feeling of his cheeks turning crimson. Mouth going dry as he stumbled over words, if one could call them that, a jumbled mess of syllables as his lips pulled into a silly smile. 

“Spit it out, Shinsuke.” Her pained expression flipped to a small smile, watching as he tripped over his words.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[lovesmeorlovesmenot]

✨arcane: league of legends commentary from a person who’s never watched before✨

disclaimer: it will not make sense unless you are actively watching the episode probably. also some character bias that comes from my friends and personal opinion, please don’t kill me. also, it’s unnecessarily long

episode one: welcome to the playground

hehe the soldier guy in the very beginning with the creepy song looks like a storm trooper

omg large sad man!

oh… dead mother :(

architecture eats

oops don’t fall while climbing

aw sister relationship

all the feels

mylo looks like a werewolf from old stories with the gaunt face, giant eyebrows, shape of hair, and angular features

and claggor reminds me of that tinker fairy that’s part of the duo from tinker bell

oh fr, don’t fall powder

lock in, you were supposed to jump, not slip

the city architecture reminds me of france

fr mylo, animals indeed

coulda just waited for him to pick the lock but noooo let’s kick it

ooh glowy gem

gems plural!!

oh i am seeing them being not great

oh they’re glowy and crackly

explosion!!!

that’s not good

nooo not the pretty building

they DEFINITELY got caught

shit indeed, vi

the law enforcement sucks at their jobs

like, powder is outrunning you rn

noo not the sewer

mylo just got that shirt

i like mylo so far

he’s sassy and witty and a little shit

oh run away!

… what is this walk of shame ahh scene?

oh nvm they might get beaten up

ate with that hit, vi, but mylo and powder seem a little small to back it up and cloggar seems to be a gentle giant

idk though

oh mylo is turning out to be quite fierce

cloggar is eating but also reminds me of an american football player

ooh, throw the dirt!!

okay shiv guy ran away

we are in the clear

oh nvm

powder is getting chased

and she has the stuffs!

explode him!

don’t bother with the junk

please powder, he’s coming close

oh and the stuff is in the water

dumb fuck

i forgive her because she’s adorable

oh elevator

it’s giving secret clubhouse

omigosh, underground city!

soundtrack is eating

at this point my friend stops me and tells me the names of the cities (piltover and zaun/undercity) and also goes back over the characters with me

oh the last drop

love the bar name

who is this mousy man?

reminds me of peter pettigrew and that symbiote on marco in star vs the forces of evil

omg large sad man?? is that you??

vander, i see

i like him

oh the girl tried to smoke and coughed

embarrassinggggg

aw, sad powder

oops, vander knows

powder, wtf, be quiet and let vi handle it

oh vi is fighting back

oops vander only argues behind closed doors

sat himself on the table

dad talk

important lessons being learned

aw father daughter bond time

heal them wounds!

okay lecture over

oh mylo was listening

tried be subtle but could not

what was that casual pose?

oh claggor and vander are doing shit now

omg powder what is it with you and these gems

oh man… mylo is making some good points (i knew i liked him)

powder definitely messed up but i feel bad that she has to hear it

mylo is such a bitch but i agree with the bitching

oh he’s getting scared by vi

okay, back to the claggor-vander adventures

benzo’s

hehe friendship??

aww claggor and ekko! (took me three tries to figure out his name, i kept misreading the captions 😭)

child friendship and old man friendship

so cute

aww ekko is such a cutie

and he’s not a fuckup yet

so cute

omg enforcers???

who is this old guy who looks like lord farquad??

old woman??

lord farquad??

do not like

they’re creepy

oh ekko is sneaking in through the window

i love how all of them are eavesdroppers

me too fr

okay so grayson is lord farquad

scroll but advanced???

powder is adorable but goddamn what a fuck up

aw she just wants to be a little inventor

whiskers 😭

oh journey time

rooftop sit!

oh why are we bashing on the others

no

i like believing powder is the biggest fuckup

can we not please

what a great sister relationshipppp

learning and sticking together 🔛🔝

cute lesson

FUCK POWDER THE GEMS

omg vi no wtf tell someone abt the gems

the legit explode and you can’t necessarily control that bc you drop one accidentally and bam! dead

ughhh

oh the shiv guy

is this torture?

who is this man with the silhouette??

oh

(my friend said he was ugly before i saw him) ugly indeed

kitty cat!

is silco the guy with the cat and the scars and the glowy eye?

okay

who is this igor looking guy?

like if silco was dracula

oh

kitty cat… dead?

i’m confused

okie dokes, episode over

[fashionteahouse]

What about embry x reader them taking their daughter out trick or treating

love it! what did you guys be for halloween? i dressed up as Pearl 💜 hope you enjoy :)

know the way - embry x reader

The orange and reddish leaves fell from the branches like feathers falling. Tinkers of small children laughing and chatting brought mood to the ambiance.

“Not too fast.” Embry tells his daughter cautiously as she runs towards the house that in view.

The bright and excited smile stretched across her small features as she tells her father without any doubt detected, “Daddy, I know the way.”

“Still. We have to be careful, okay?” You tell her and she lets you know that she understands. She waits until you both are closer to run up the stairs that lead to where candy is hidden.

Knocking a small knuckle on the door, the small child steps back and keeps the basket firm in her small hands as she watched the door open.

She is greeted with a smile from an elderly man, “And what are you supposed to be?” he asks her.

Spinning around, excited to show off the costume that she really wanted all year for this day, she tells him. The elderly man laughs as he lowers his hand to let her take a handful of candy and plop it into her plastic bucket.

“Happy Halloween!” The child tells him as she turns away.

Embry catches her hand as the child gushes about what she got so far.

Another house comes into view as she tugs on Embry’s hand to make him move faster.

“Come on, daddy.” she tells him and this makes you laugh as he gives you a look.

“Don’t worry, it’s not going anywhere.” he reassured her as she jerked with a giggle from his affectionate, playful poking as he moves her to the sidewalk to avoid any oncoming traffic.

Carrying her and letting her press the door bell, she leans forward with the halloween bucket that she picked out, to have them give her something good to eat.

Hearts were flattered as the child you and Embry both shared were showing her thanks for being given sweets.

Candy over filling the bucket she had in her small hands, she demanded her father to carry her again. After proving to her that he didn’t drop any candy but her belief is not with him, she wants you to keep it safe. He then walked with her in his arms.

Unlocking the door, her eyelids were showing. You push open the door for Embry to step through the doorway.

Before Embry could walk past the doorway, the small figure blinks awake and jump out of her father’s arms.

“I want to see my candy.” The child decided and Embry halts her from reaching for it.

“If you eat dinner, you can see it after.” you tell her to avoid any woes.

“Okay.” she agrees but doesn’t want to take her eyes away from the candy.

“Do you want to help?” you offer as you move to the kitchen to wash your hands and she follows. You look down and she nods. Before any further, she turns to find Embry.

“Don’t eat my candy, Daddy. If you do, I wont share.” she announces, holding up a small index finger, it dots the point that she makes.

Embry leans forward with a pinkie shot up. Kneeling to her height, the small child shoots up her own pinkie finger and links it into his. You watched their movements as their fingers unlink and rub their noses together until your daughter giggled.

[unitedbydevils]

🔥 Original 🔥

Fuck me this is a sensational promo video. I feel like 21 is coming when this shit lands. Barry Keoghan, pictured below with Luke Shaw (be less injured you bell) starred in this new promo campaign for United's trefoil-emblazoned third shirt for the 2024/25 season.

The video features lots of nods to United heritage and moments in the form of Amad's booking, the lads on the wall, Bryan Robson chatting with Kobbie, Jaap Stam the big Dutch (lines)man, the fluffed "Garnacho" bicycle kick, Gabby George, Angry Ginge, Frank Stapleton and Denis Irwin watching on... top stuff.

Plus, track jacket featured below is an absolute smokeshow. Fucking unreal levels of drip and class. I will be buying that - and a personalised version of the short-sleeve goalkeeper kit. Black and white, minimal tinkering? CLEAN. Gimme. I don't even play in goal.

[nikibogwater]

Why is Disney so keen to cash in on nostalgia for everything EXCEPT the Disney Fairies franchise?? They're out here shoving their studio reputation into the meat grinder that is the live-action remakes, and for what??? They've been sitting on the abandoned goldmine that is Pixie Hollow all this time. It's the one series that no one would complain about being revived. In fact, I'd lose my ever-loving mind if they announced they were bringing back Tinker Bell and her squad. I'd buy multiple theater tickets for every release, even if I ended up going alone. I would pay Disney+ premium rates just to see the fully-realized Tinker's Academy movie that never went further than some concept-art and an animatic of the opening scene. I would buy a giant cardboard cutout of Iridessa and put it in my living room window. I would trade blows with a dozen other twenty-to-thirty-somethings as we stampede into a toy store for the chance to nab a limited-edition Silvermist doll that comes packaged with an all-new feature-length film about her teaming up with mermaids to save the seas of Neverland!!!!

[sakuraswordly]

More pictures from The Trouble With Tink (2006) That I forget to add in Tsofph EP 18.1

Source: EP 18.1

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[dimlylittorch]

transmasc experience post‼️

characters i felt oddly connected to as a kid, but i could never understand why (i didn’t realize i was transmasc until i was 17):

chat is this relatable or was i just crazy😔🏳️‍⚧️

featuring:

- Barbie In The Nutcracker

- Spirit

- Gnomeo and Juliet

- Toy Story

- Enchanted

- Tinker Bell (one of the movies💀)

- Total Drama Island

- Scooby Doo (one of the series💀)

- Simsala Grimm

- The Amazing World Of Gumball