#and doesn’t wait for an answer

[mabsart]

[Star Wars Rebels: Kalluzeb]

“Stray”

(A redraw of this.)

[shadowslocked]

Thinking about Q!Bad saying he’ll bring back Forever if he dies, when previously he disapproved of Cellbit trying to bring back Abueloir because it was against the “rules” and there were a lot of chances for things to go wrong

Something about love being a driving force to ruin, in making those wrong choices despite knowing the consequences if it means even the slightest chance in getting back your loved ones

[caesurah-tblr]

You don’t understand, I am not normal about q!Charlie’s lore. Man is literally turning into a code because he refuses to see all the red flags (me too tbh).

His voice is glitching out, and even though the others can’t read Flippa’s signs, he seems to be able to….

I need more lore now!!

[somanyfandomsorkinafs]

(I am ~buzzing~ with ideas…. Allow me to release some)

Once Danny was an adult, he decided to join Ellie in her ‘permanent world tour’. It’s better than staying in Amity where the opinion of Phantom hasn’t gotten much better. Besides, the portal caused the veil to get weaker, allow ghost to wreak havoc where ever they want.

He’s met a lot new ghost cause of this too. Old as Mycenaean Greece to non humans who came to Earth and died there. Danny’s learnt so much from them that he’s basically a walking in Encyclopaedia.

So, Danny’s decided “fuck it.” and has it became a part-time history teacher. It’s fun! He knows the details by heart and is able to make it more fun than just droning on about the same old wars and whatever. He enjoys it, the kids enjoy it and the ghosts having their stories told!

Of course, this does cause some problems when people try to correct him. Danny’s argument? “I got them correct sources.”

And when anyone asks him how knows his sources are correct? “My source was there when it happened.”

Cue the dc world thinking that Danny’s just some immortal guy whose decided to use his immortality for good(TM)

[padawansuggest]

Hey I have a funny theory: he’s never seen a child before he thought that was just a really short guy

Whatever fandom has told you about mandos and children, Jaster's approach to dealing with ten year old orphans is to deploy them on bomb-planting missions in enemy territory and giving them blasters to take their revenge on his enemies with.

[tremordusk]

Rio: I don’t understand why you guys hate me, especially you *points to Lilia*

Lilia: oh dear god hear we go again

Rio: I am the natural order of all things! The natural cycle itself, what’s there not to like?

Lilia: Ok fine, but did you have to make period cramps that bad?

Rio: *clearly does not know what to say for once*

Rio: wait they’re that bad?!

Lilia: You ever wonder that one week of the month where Agatha really hates you?

Rio: What do you mean it’s hot when she’s very…OH—

Lilia: She’s in pain you idiot—

[mydirtyvalentine]

my favorite part of benevolent a non-canon malevolent christmas special starring arthur lester and john,

is when oscar says “aye, its benevolent time” and then everyone starts benevolenting all over the place

[wind-rider]

@giraffes-golashes Evan. Need I say more.

[ID: god help me I will make them address their issues]

[penumbra-mayhem]

The Answer - Sam/Darlin’ fic

Darlin’ gives Sam their answer on whether or not they want to be a vampire.

(I hc Darlin’ with a stutter, more on that here)

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Sam had woken in the late evening, bed empty next to him from when Darlin’ had left for a gig hours before. Having no work that night, he carried through his “morning” routine in languor, record playing, windows open, coffee brewing.

He filled the time waiting for Darlin’s return researching new places to live. The new position Gabriela had offered him paid well, but certainly less than he made now. Once he officially left the Solaire House, they’d have to downsize considerably and possibly (he shuddered at the thought) move closer to the city.

Just after 1 am, Sam heard the rumble of Darlin’s bike as they pulled up to the house. Rising from his desk, he headed to the front door to greet them. They beat him to it, rushing inside as they yanked their gloves from their hands and shucked their jacket off.

“Hey,” Sam started, his voice quickly dying in his throat, “How was…work…”

Darlin’ was fumbling with the strap of their helmet, a weak whine leaking from their throat as they struggled. Sam closed the distance between them and grasped their hands, drawing them away from the strap and replacing them with his own.

He unclasped it and slid the helmet off, taking care to not catch it on any of their piercings, before placing it on the coat rack.

Sam could feel Darlin’s core whirring. “Rough gig?” he asked, wincing when Darlin’ actively avoided his gaze.

They gave a half-shrug, their voice feeble, “Something l-l-l-like tha-that.”

Then they were retreating towards the door, muttering before Sam could speak, “I-I-I’m going for-for a run.”

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The next few hours were…tense. Sam tried to keep up the house hunt, but found himself staring at an empty search bar until his eyes were strained and his head was buzzing.

He finished his coffee, refilled his mug, then downed it again. He cranked the volume up on his record player and kept the front door open so he could hear the music from the porch.

Nothing could calm his nerves. Not the music. Not the crickets and frogs. Not even the coffee. He sat on the top porch step, resigned to wait for Darlin’, unable to focus on anything else until he knew they were okay.

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Sam could smell them before he could see them; the wind carried their sharp, smoky scent through the trees. That alone helped to ease his anxiety a bit.

Soon after, Darlin’ stalked out of the surrounding forest, still in their shifted form. Tongue hanging from their open jaw, their breath came out in heavy pants as they made their way to the house.

He said nothing as they approached. Instead, he placed his mug down beside him and scanned their body from afar for any injuries they might have sustained on their run.

Claws clicked against wood as Darlin’ climbed the porch steps and heaved their head onto Sam’s lap. His hands untangled the wind from their fur with delicate fingers and careful strokes; the two stayed that way for a long time before Darlin’ shifted back.

They kept their head in Sam’s lap. They didn’t move at all.

Sam was about to break the silence when they finally found their voice.

“I-I can’t d-do it-it.”

Sam’s hands only halted in their hair for a moment before continuing. After they didn’t elaborate, he asked, “Do what?”

Darlin’ didn’t respond. Tracing his fingertips down their left arm, he brought their clenched fist to his lips before asking again, “Darlin’, what can’t you do?”

Darlin’ slowly pulled their hand out of Sam’s grasp, then raised their head from his lap. Making themself into a ball on the step, they continued to avoid Sam’s gaze, looking down at the steps before them instead. They took a trembling breath.

Then it came out, all at once, their voice thick with guilt:

“I-I’ve b-b-b-been thinking since y-you asked mmmme—and-and then t-t-t-today sssomeone mmmade a-a joke at-at wwwork about mmme t-turning. They d-didn’t even knnnnow you asked b-but it-it just…I…I-I can’t t-t-turn. I’m sorry.”

Sam’s stomach turned.

“It’s nnnot b-b-because I-I don’t wwwant t-to b-be wwwwith you. I-I p-p-promise. I’ve just wwworked so-so hard to get wwwwwhere I-I am wwwith the p-pack and wwwith mmmy own wwwwolf, and I-I don’t wwwant to l-lose that—b-but I-I don’t wwwant to l-lose you either…I-I’m ssso sorry.”

There it was again, that apology. It made Sam’s stomach sour.

Darlin’ looked scared shitless. They stayed completely still as Sam scooted closer to them and wrapped his arms around their tightened frame. Even when he pulled them into his chest, even when he kissed the top of their head and ran his fingers through their hair, they didn’t move. All their movement was centered in their chest, their heart a flurry of palpitations.

“You have nothin’ to apologize for, love. Absolutely nothin’,” he promised, kissing their head once again, “I’m so glad you told me. I’m so…” He took a moment to steady himself as the tears pooling in his eyes threatened to crack his voice. “I’m so proud of you.”

Darlin’ pulled back in confusion, asking, “P-Proud?” They blanched at the sight of Sam’s glassy eyes. “Y-You’re crying.”

“Happy tears, darlin’,” he assured them as said tears began to slide down his cheeks. Despite the fear and uncertainty of how Sam really felt lodged in their chest, Darlin’ couldn’t help but reach out to brush the tears away. Sam leaned into their touch instinctively, pressing his cheek and then his lips into their palm.

“I’m proud that you told me,” he explained, his voice muffled by their hand. As he moved closer, they dropped their hand. Sam let them, holding their gaze whenever their flitting eyes met his.

“I know that must have been scary—terrifyin’, really, if it felt anythin’ like it did for me when I asked you about turnin’. So yes, I’m proud that you told me.”

He grasped Darlin’s hands. As more tears appeared, their paths were pulled into the lines of his beaming smile. “I’m proud that you made the choice you wanted, not what you thought I wanted. And I’m so happy you get to make that choice. That you get to decide whether you turn or not. That’s why I asked in the first place. To let you know that it was your decision. No one else’s.”

“You’re nnnot disap-p-pointed?”

Sam pulled them into his arms once more, kissing their lips before answering, “Never. I’m not disappointed. I don’t feel betrayed. There is only pride and love in my heart for you.”

“I-I’m gonna grow old,” they admitted, their arms tight around his torso.

“Yes. And what a beautiful thing.”

“…b-but you wwwon’t.”

Sam frowned. “Maybe not physically. But in spirit? In the ways that matter? We’ll grow old together.”

Darlin’ kissed his shoulder before pulling their head back and meeting Sam’s gaze, a delicate smile on their lips.

“I-I’d l-l-like that.”

[thecorefrisk]

I love those fics where Toothless is actually older than Hiccup and it’s portrayed as this like ‘Oh, look at this gigantic thing and the small child that keeps following him around because the gigantic thing thinks it’s his baby’.

It’s so awesome because it further expands on dragon family dynamics and kinda shows the perspective the dragons had on the time of the Red Death through how the treat the young ones of Berk— specifically Hiccup, someone who literally looked like the human version of a wet cat.

(And not entirely in a pathetic way either because even when wet, cats will hiss at you.)

There’s only one thing I wish there was more of in them. Toothless being like a bat </3. That’s really what they were leaning towards in the first movie and I was so sad when there was none of that in the rest. He lost his batty qualities. Toothless isn’t cat-like. He’s batty. And he would be so much cooler if they had leaned into that instead of making him a giant puppy.

(I wouldn’t have minded the giant puppy qualities if we were sometimes reminded that he’s still a beast throughout it all. Y’know, a show of how he’s not domesticated, he’s just with Hiccup. He’s still a dragon.)

(Idk, it makes people seem dumb for being scared of dragons when they don’t acknowledge that the large, lizard pet currently drooling all over that kid’s pale, pale face is still a dragon and they’re not going to adhere to dog rules or even human rules because they aren’t dogs and they’re aren’t human. They are large, scaly beasts.

The point of How to Train Your Dragon 1 was an acknowledgment that ‘yes, these are large and terrifying creatures’. ‘But they’re also ______’. They acknowledge that Toothless was still a dragon but there was more to him than that.

In the way that a lot of society hates wasps, but they’re still essential to the environment. Or how people are terrified of lions, tigers, and cheetahs but they’re still pretty fucking cool.

Like, yes, they are dangerous but they’re also just beings trying to survive just like you and I. They showed how dragons wouldn’t have a reason to attack the people of Berk if they genuinely hadn’t been given a reason to. That reason being… the Red Death.)

[babybirbb]

OH MY GOD ICEMAV HANGSTER LETTERS TO JULIET AU AAAAA

i was thinking about good rom coms and glen powell, and i just remembered letters to juliet which is such a good and fun movie and makes for a great au.

jake would absolutely be sophie, especially because bradley and maverick are charlie and claire. of course ice is lorenzo.

the dynamic of slightly antagonists to lovers of sophie and charlie is a perfect reflection of rooster and hangman’s rivals to friends

also i want to see hangman and maverick bond

not to mention charlie being so jaded from the loss he's experience is perfect for rooster

and who doesnt wanna see some old gay men find the love of their lives after so many years

(sophie has a fiance in the movie who kinda neglects her which is why she goes on this adventure but idk if this would fit for hangman, and if so who would take on the role)

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Guys hear me out wait shhh guys listen listen reverse death anderperry like this poem but with Neil, Todd, and Jeff Anderson

[chamerionwrites]

Unrelatedly, if Flint had been as good a weird surrogate father figure to Billy as he was to Eleanor it would’ve solved SO many problems

[vulcanette]

📸: adamrosssi

[littlebirdy0301]

Ross Bryant in an improvised storyline be like “I WILL romance a character and I WILL tenderly touch their arm and I WILL take their hands & look lovingly into their eyes”

[itspileofgoodthings]

had a very nice realization about peace, especially spiritual peace, the other day. (Been brewing for a while.) and it’s just: peace is for the non-peaceful.