#Is That Legal? ; Crack

[moritashie]

A crack fic idea where it turns out that Tony has at some point legally adopted or had been legally named DUM-E's parent. Because he's Tony freaking Stark, and if someone can marry a tree then he sure as hell can adopt his first robot.

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

This saga is cracking me up.

[0ryza13]

Can we all agree that the quality of political assassins has dropped significantly from what it once was? Like regardless of your political leaning, and regardless of whether you approve of assassination, we can all agree that they are just plainly less effective than they were back in the days of jfk and lincoln and whoever else. Right?

[cilil]

Law is kinda like fandom. You study and interpret an extensive canon (various acts and laws etc) and then try to fit your personal headcanons (whatever position/opinion you have) inside that framework. Meanwhile there's a canon purist/self-proclaimed loremaster yelling at you from the other side of the room, alleging that you don't understand canon and your blorbo did nothing right in their life ever and should go to jail. And depending on who that other person is your reaction is pretty much on a scale from "shit they made a good point" to "what kind of fanon invention did they just pull out of their ass"

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what other silly little antics do you think charles and erik got up to in that cube besides play chess because my money's on book discussions. like them book clubs with suburban moms where you drink wine and talk about books you read except theres no wine i dont think thats permitted in the plastic cube prison and theres not even a club its just two old men

[kuyatecallate]

Your Honor,

Hhhhhhhh(ello!)

Didn't ask, but the move was a success! Took a hot minute to adjust, but we are BACK IN BUSINESS BABEYYYY

To think it all boils back to this post from way back when 😌 Ah, credit to @hellsfawn, of whom I stole a joke

Extra BS:

OG sketch, Flat & Ludwig Alt.

You don't unnerstan'. This was a meme sketch. WHY DID I GO ALL OUT ON A MEME SKETCH.

If we're being real, Iggy would be Luke in this scenario- the laugh and 'erm acktually' vibe fit him wayyy too well. As for Ludwig? Well. I dig the idea of him having Edgeworth's snarky attitude and being a pissy lil prosecutor---but consider.

Ludwig von Karma

...Expect an outfit redesign. Coming 20420.

[1-siracha]

i have a personal headcannon that since solomon is old as hell, his humor is a little.. outdated.

asmodeus, showing solomon a new makeup look he made: do you like it?

solomon: oh em gee, slay girlypop!

asmo: is this because im a femboy

leviathan: lets go!! we cleared the final boss!!

solomon: *stands up and slowly hits the dab*

leviathan: ... 😨

lucifer: mammon, it seems you have failed this test. you know what happens now.

solomon: emotional damage

mammon and lucifer: get the FUCK out of this office

mc: ...wait, is this spell intentionally wrong?

solomon: hahaha get trolled mlg airhorn noise troll face

mc: ive FUCKING HAD IT *summons all seven brothers*

[the-meme-monarch]

yes they’re my favorite character(s) yes i sound stupid as hell talking about them out loud and saying their silly ass name(s)

[rexscanonwife]

I love that in the powerpuff girls the main villain cast consists of a pink hairy republican, giant sentient amoebas, the devil from the bible, a CHIMP with GUNS, and then there's the gangreen gang which is essentially a posse of homeless hispanic-coded teenagers.

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Need Lance to be like The Worst Prisoner™ ever. Just summoning his inner Youngest Sibling of 5 to be the most Obnoxious ever. Whatever Galra Commander has him captured thinking it would be so easy to Break Him only to be left crying and sobbing and throwing up. He convinced the underling soldiers to unionize AND befriended the guard yuppers who now only listen to him. While making fun of the Commander in a The Meanest 13 year old way. Like obviously he is still getting his ass kicked in but it is the epitome of this-

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks-blog]

Y'know how Edward Cullen has a metric fuck-ton of high-school degrees?

Well, I'm pretty sure that it would be perfectly in character if Adrian Tepes had a similarly sized collection of college degrees.

Thanks to Dracula, our boy is sitting on more generational wealth than he probably knows what to do with, and since his appearance is that of an eternally twenty-something, he'd fit right in with the sleep-deprived academic masses. He likes accruing knowledge, and I can think of no better way than re-attending college every other decade or so for him to stay up to date on current worldly affairs and discoveries.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

We need to bring back the golden era of the pjo fandom and need to bring back gems like Brickson, The House Party of Hades, the pjo confession and the ever so lovely Let it go parodies for each of the The 7

[cilil]

Dior was definitely like teens using fake IDs to buy alcohol, except that his version of a fake ID was telling everyone he aged at human speed (therefore being an adult in his 20s and not as late as his 50s) and instead of alcohol he wanted sex (with local Elf maidens)

[yooils]

lightweight . drunk!isagi x reader. fluff. accidental proposal. short blurb + extremely forced plot.

— ISAGI YOICHI is a lightweight.

it’s a truth acknowledged by everyone close with him, really, with the way he begins his flowery proses after a drink or two– followed by a gradual descent to an emotional wreck; usually accompanied with an abundance of impulsive decisions and a self depreciating monologue of his life.

but in spite of that, he knows how to handle himself 90% of the time. (the remaining 10% is left unmentioned by all, regardless of the copious amounts of black-mail material some of his teammates possess.)

so naturally, the first time you see yoichi have an emotional breakdown in public is during a team get-together! he’s half on his knees with an abnormally flushed complexion; his eyes are starting to water from the reverie he’s found himself in, and his throat is constricted with hiccups. you've been so-called paged by his colleagues– only to find that the emergency they had mentioned afore to be your drunk boyfriend.

“i just want you to know that i love you.” is the first thing that comes out of isagi's mouth when he catches sight of you entering the bar his team had booked for the night.

the collective wolf whistles from his teammates would have portrayed the unfolding scene to be akin to an extremely romantic (read: corny) scene of a movie, if it wasn't for the uncharacteristically delirious look in your boyfriend’s eyes.

“my affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this. i just want you to know that i’m pregnant, and you’re the baby. will you marry me?”

(a few feet away, rin spits out his drink, outraged at the sheer blasphemy of one of his favourite books and movies. nagi's recording next to him, half-asleep yet still giggling at his friend's drunken antics.)

you love yoichi too, you really do– but you have to run through the list of things you love about him just to keep yourself from strangling him to the brink of unconsciousness so he stops talking.

– he's cute. he's only a little bit annoying sometimes. he does the laundry properly. he just confessed that he loved you amidst his drunken stupor even though you've never said it to each other directly before in person– and then proposed to you. and he's hot.

finally forfeiting to his boyish, drunken charms (and having had enough public humiliation for today), you find yourself and your extremely drunk boyfriend in the middle of the parking lot; with you holding him by his coat so he doesn’t escape, and him squirming around with airy sounds of discomfort which you had opted to ignore.

isagi’s leaning in close, breath reeking of alcohol and hands fumbling with his seatbelt clumsily.

“psst.. don’t tell anyone, but i’m gonna marry you one day.”

the pause in the car is deafening.

you furrow your eyebrows. he obliviously leans his cheek against the car window, unbothered by the sheer weight that his words had carried.

“wait, you don’t want other people to find out that you’re going to propose to me, so you tell the person you’re actually proposing to?”

his drunk gasp speaks volumes to you. “oh no, did i say that out loud? am i being kidnapped? where am i? is the world finally ending? but i still haven’t told (name) that i loved them…”

(okay, maybe he’s a little more stupid when he’s drunk, but you’ve grown to become a believer in the concept that drunken words are sober thoughts in the last hour. you hope.)

isagi’s eyes melt into something akin pools of sapphire stones under the lamppost-lit light. it’s been your favourite colour from the moment you met him.

“yoichi, why are you sniffing me?”

you amusedly ask, finding minor entertainment in his actions.

he’s half slumped on you by the time you stop the car by his apartment– and you realise that there’s no way of getting out of your vehicle without damaging 1.) your spine 2.) your arms and 3.) his dignity. (which really is already ruined, objectively, from the amount of second-hand embarrassment you’ve faced tonight.

“don’t wanna leave you.. smells like home..” he almost-incoherently mumbles, and you impulsively have half a mind to keep him forever-intoxicated because of how cute, despite tedious he’s become.

as a relatively simple man, isagi has always been subjected to a desire for more; especially when it came to football.

(but you, he thinks, will always be more than enough for him. and he hopes he’s enough for you too, even in his drunken haze, because he doesn’t want to let you out of his grasps for even a second).

the way you stroke his hair has his mind collapsing into a puddle of melted goo even in the air-conditioned car. you’ve rewritten his brain chemistry to make yourself the only pearl in his universe composed of mostly football, and in every life, he would let you break his heart over and over again.

once you realise that he's stopped his drunken ramblings and fumbling, the panic finally kicks in.

"yoichi, are you sleeping? we're still in the car park! i can't get out with you laid on me!"

(the next morning, he apologises after a much needed hangover pill and a reminder of what happened last night, sent to him in the form of a video by nagi.

you don't tell him that you've already seen the ring in his sock drawer.)

8.12.23

[augentrust]

imodna 🤝 shadowgast

short one who can float and tall one who gets to look up at them in adoration

[praetoring]

wfa-esque batfam fic where jason and cass just start getting referred to as the twins simply b/c of their shared birth year compared to the rest