#DISNEY IS BACK BABY!!!!

[disneynerdpumpkin]

⭐💜Wish💜⭐

Bonus!

Actual depiction of me waiting for Wish to come out:

If I have to wait any longer to watch this,

[agentcalliope]

Not going to apologize for the person I will be when Percy Jackson comes out next week

[tamaiory]

College is strong but the urge to draw Malleus is stronger 💪

[flakatita]

We both had a nickel for a soda at the drug store!

[ceruleancattail]

The Heart’s Rage

Butler Jade x reader

Your fingers trembled.

Digging them into the walls, plaster cutting deep into your nails. Hands closing around a hilt, squeezing tight. Clad in leather, wrinkled with age. An old sword, framed onto the walls of your mansion.

For too long has it stood upon its lofty perch, staring down at you tantalisingly. The gleam of the metal mocking you, in the gentle morning light. It taunts you, challenging you to grasp its hilt.

Today, you shall.

A metallic stench wafted into your nostrils, stinging like a thousand wasps. The stench of rust, a crimson red along the blade. A metal that once was stainless, now crumpling to dust, bit by bit. Nothing could stand against the gruelling march of time forever, yet you hoped. You dared to hope.

Hoping that this blade had some life to it yet.

Storming down to the courtyard, you fling that insufferable letter down. With a heave, you thread it underfoot, stomping it into disarray. Sword held ready, you swing it down, that blunt blade stabbing through the papers. Absolutely skewering its contents into nothingness.

That flowery prose that sent shivers down your spine. That self assured manner which the sender carried themselves with, the sheer confidence that you would accept their proposal. The audacity of them to make plans for a wedding, without even consulting you.

It disgusted you.

Expletives were uttered as you stabbed, pressing your body weight into every blow. Sword striking again, again, and again. Sweat dripped down your brow, slipping into your eyes.

The salt stung, tears dripping out of your eyes. Emotions burning red hot, searing your veins like molten lava. Everything hurts. Your arms, aching from the exertion. Your back, throbbing away incessantly.

Your heart, slighted and offended. Doomed to be married off to another, without a single thought given to your opinion.

Planting the sword firmly onto the ground, your legs give way. Crashing to the earth, hands still grasping the hilt desperately. Your forehead brushes against the blade, weighed down with despair.

Your lips part, to form a single word. A curse, a plea, just something. Anything to release that stifling pressure pressing down on your chest.

“Fuck.”

Soft. A handkerchief was brushed gently over your forehead, down to your cheeks, before finally wiping your neck. Gathering all the sweat with one fluid motion. A gloved hand cupped your cheek, the linen brushing against your skin. A pair of mismatched eyes peered into yours, brows pressed together in concern.

“Master, you really shouldn’t use such crass words.”

His gaze flickered towards the letter. Or rather, what remained of it. Moving his shoes over the scattered remains, he nudged the pieces in place. A sigh, as fragments form into readable words. A name was all Jade needed, before his feet planted themselves firmly into the paper.

“That family is certainly… determined, are they not?”

You groan, an insufferable sound.

“Determined isn’t the word I’ll use. More like desperate. I’ve shot them down again, and again. Yet they haven’t taken a single hint.”

Jade shrugs. A casual movement that has his shoulders rippling through his suit. Smooth, like the crystal clear waters rushing down a stream.

“Perhaps they were… a little too blinded by your prestige, my dear. Perhaps your wealth was another factor.”

A sharp click fell from your tongue.

“They’ll never have it. They’ll never have me.”

A low chuckle. Jade brings his fist upwards, laughing into his glove.

“How admirable, Master. Yet the longer you remain unwed, more and more… suitors will come crawling out of the woodwork.”

The word suitors was said in a low, menacing voice. Positively dripping with venom. For a moment, a shadow shrouded Jade’s face. A sinister expression one might find in a horror film… on the killer himself.

However, one blink and it was gone. Wiped cleanly off his face like it never existed. Although a deathly chill still ran down your spine, all the same.

“Honestly, Jade. I’m tired of this.”

Leaning back, you plonk yourself on the ground. Arms stretched out behind you, supporting your weight. Dirt and grass presses into the plush of your palms. Silvers of pain stabbing through your skin.

Although, compared to the pain of a sword’s hilt? You prefer these emerald blades of grass instead.

A rustle of cloth, as Jade takes a seat next to you. His slender legs bumping against yours, shoulders just barely grazing your own. Hand sneaking towards yours, Jade threads his fingers through yours. Clutching it firmly.

Not tightly enough to hurt, but not loose enough for you to slip out of his hold.

You shoot him a quizzical gaze, holding up his hand. Jade gently presses his other hand over yours, folding your fingers into the back of his palm.

His touch was cold. The refreshing temperature of a lake in the summer, transparent drops of water twinkling in the sunlight. They lap against your skin, delightfully cool. Unconsciously, your fingers grow just a smidge tighter.

Pulling his palm closer.

Pulling him closer.

Closer to you.

Jade lowers his head, lips pressing into your fingertips. Light, fleeting kisses alighting upon your skin. First, they’re on the very tips of your fingers. Then, he slowly moves up, the plush of his lips resting on each of your knuckles. Before he slips to the back of your palm.

Pressing a gentlemanly kiss into your hand.

His glance flickers up, eyes gleaming in the sunlight. Filled to the brim with adoration, a certain slyness lurking deep within. He holds you ever so gently, a lover’s touch.

“Well, if I may be so bold…”

Moving a little closer, Jade’s voice lowers into a sultry purr. Velvet, wrapping you within his arms. Yanking you closer to him, a mere fish in the clutches of an eel.

Honestly? You don’t really mind.

He could squeeze you to death, if it meant you’ll live the rest of your days in his embrace.

“Perhaps the best way to avoid any more.. suitors would be to.. elope, ourselves.”

His grip grows tighter.

A silent threat?

A promise of passion?

A gesture of affection?

Either way, he’ll never let you say no.

“What do you say, Master?

Would you grant me the honour of your hand?”

[diogxnxs]

Did someone say Anastasia DonZe AU? I just needed to draw them in their costumes so I can just easily reference for future scene redraws. Both Nestor and Pedrao will take the role of Vlad as couple of poor friends Jose just managed to nab to work with him on this con of a fake prince to present to Scrooge McDuck. Inspired by @levtuve's concept of an Anastasia AU.

[livingfandomly]

Ares: “Say hi to your mommy for me”

Ares 5 minutes later probably:

[leclercskiesahead]

Two kids having lunch together in the school canteen

[nico-di-genova]

I unfortunately am falling down a "he fucked that old man" rabbit hole.

[to-be-a-dreamer]

How am I supposed to be normal when I have to wait a whole week for Grover and Annabeth to learn Percy isn’t actually dead and they didn’t just loose another friend who sacrificed themselves to buy them more time and Annabeth didn’t just loose one of the only people who ever cared about her without making her earn it all because she wasn’t able to see he was tricking her and Grover didn’t break his promise to Sally and do you understand me? That after Percy fell Echidna and the chimera would have come after Annabeth and Grover which could only mean one thing and they had to leave the arch believing they failed? How long do you think they had to wait until Percy came out of the river? How long did they sit beside each other, not saying a word because they failed, they failed again and now they have to finish this quest alone?

[hannahhook7744]

Gaston bullied this guy in school, didn't he?

Like. My guy. That's a baby.

Babies stare.

They like their reflections.

Babies are aggressive lol.

Leave baby Gaston alone.

Fight adult Gaston all you want but you don't need to claim he was always a bully even as baby lol.

Also that man is not 8. He looks 40 lol ☠️.

And people think Gil... Is the dumb one?

Man, Gaston's kids are smarter than he is. What were his parents doing?

Also this might be useful:

That.... Is a lot of food for one day.

Thanks @fantasyloverforever for the pictures.

[bruno-madrigal]

A summary: I believe there is repeated proof in the movie that Bruno had stopped using his gift long before he went into hiding.

So when Bruno was explaining to Maribel why he left. He says that Alma begged him to have a vision. As in asking would not have been enough.

We see that Alma (to be clear this isn't abuela Alma slander) has in the past had a Be helpful or step aside Attitude. with what she says to Mirabel. How she acts towards the rest of the family. Even how she treats herself.

I think Bruno either realizing or being told or both that his gift was not helping in any way and that people hated it. That he stopped using his gift. As to be stepping out of the way. His gift was not being helpful so his gift stepped out of the way.

Then when Alma made him have another prophecy he saw how much that prophecy would cause harm. Even more than his previous ones. So when he realized that trying to make his gift step out of the way would not be enough. He stepped out of the way.

[twistedappletree]

I just love the intro and expectation we get for Jin Ling in the beginning of the donghua, like he’s flying through the air with his bow shooting 3 arrows at once like an expert marksman, hopping from tree branch to tree branch with his hair majestically blowing in the wind and then for literally the rest of the show, he’s either passed out on the floor or being rescued from a ✨situation✨ ?????

my boy got princess coded SO hard

[blind0raven]

Happy Birthday Deuce!~ 🎉💖🎉

Yes posting this right when it became june 3rd where I live

[monotonous-minutia]

Why isn't anyone talking about Willow (2022) it's actually gay it's like legit gay it's canon gay IT'S REALLY ACTUALLY GAY AND IT'S A LIVE ACTION DISNEY SHOW

Anytime they have a character who casually mentions/insinuates non heteronormativity they tout it as "Disney's first openly gay character" and then we actually get it and it's nowhere (or they cancel it *cough cough* owl house *cough cough*). You find out about it because it's a thumbnail on an app (and then you go looking at the "Pride" section of Disney plus which is actually really fucking ironic and see it there and decide to give it a shot)

Ask me what it's about it's sword lesbians. Sword lesbians and magic that's all you need to know

[crystal-lillies]

Oh dear. Echo episode 4 has certainly made the timeline possibility even more messy than it already is.

Easy solution: chalk the current timeline up to being an alteration thanks to Endgame time shenanigans. In the MCU 2008 as we knew it before, Fisk was NOT the White-Suit version and he was always always always wearing his father's cufflinks. He didn't change until he started dating Vanessa. Also, there's no Wesley. At that date, based on the fierce friendship from Daredevil Season 1, it's unthinkable Wesley would not also be there. (And lbr HE would be the translator for Maya. And he would love Maya just as much as he loved Fisk. Bet me)

Difficult solution: no alternate timeline, somehow fold in this lapse in design with the existing Daredevil Netflix version as a treat for the audience to see White Suit Kingpin and the lapse in Wesley presence to.....maybe it's the year before he met Fisk, idk. I don't know any other reason Wesley wouldn't be there at that time if this is the same timeline.

Mmmmmmm there's a very easy solution, just keep the continuity or confirm this is a different timeline. But then, Loki is all about the fact that the MCU is the Sacred Timeline and all that jazz, and if Daredevil is officially MCU, it's part of the Timeline. So just keep with the continuity, it's not hard.

This just makes it even more difficult for the poor writers honestly.

Unrelated to all of this though, Alaqua Cox is incredible and I love Maya's growth. Don't know what the hell is going on with Kingpin and the Daredevil continuity, but Echo herself is doing great. Keep going sweetie, you're slaying.