I put him back in the cage cause he was freaking out and he immediately ran to Lucifer
Beelzebub might have an anxiety disorder
He’s running back and forth on my chest, shivering, and grabbing my face, my hands, my legs, and the blanket above him with his hands while screaming. He doesn’t do this when I hold both of them at the same time.
He’s running back and forth on my chest, shivering, and grabbing my face, my hands, my legs, and the blanket above him with his hands while screaming. He doesn’t do this when I hold both of them at the same time.
You can just feel when a movie or show or something is going to have a fandom attached to it. I don’t know how, but it’s just there. How to Train Your Dragon had it, Rise of the Guardians had it, Luca had it, and Pixar’s Onward felt like it was trying to achieve it.
And Disney’s 1985 cult classic, The Black Cauldron just absolutely has that feeling and I don’t know how it didn’t amass a larger following because it’s perfect for fandom and it’s really fun and stuff, so in this essay I will-
Yo this is so fucking interesting, I would read a 200k fic of this in two days
Stolen Sanguine AU// aka Vlad totally isn't a child stealing lunatic slighted by a betrayal in his past// aka a tale of two siblings; a human kidnapped & protectively raised by an obsessive vampire, and a vampire turned right under the noses of his equally obsessive vampire hunter parents.
Danny Phantom doodles because I finished the first season and, even though I’m not a real fan of Hartman’s other shows or (Nickelodeon shows in general), I gotta admit it’s pretty good, I like it.
So yesterday, work was a lot so I wanted to take a little break, so I went to the bathroom and while in there I took five minutes or so to just mess on my phone before going back to doing stuff, and someone else came in and he went to the stall next to me.
I was just messing on my phone, and I went to screenshot something, and bro, it made the fucking noise.
So I’m like holy shit, this dude probably thinks I’m taking pictures of him underneath the stall, or dick pics or some shit, oh shit, oh fuck, I can not leave this stall.
So I just wait there for like, 10 minutes for him to leave, and without thinking, I took a screenshot of another thing without turning off my ringer.
It was absolutely horrible. I felt like I was gonna dieeee