#and hiding under beds

[stargirl230]

Working hard! also i miss my cat

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[zephyrchama]

Who among you are old enough to remember the "It's 10pm, do you know where your children are?" reminders on TV?

That was probably necessary at the very beginning of the exchange program. Diavolo or Barbatos would have to send out text messages every day. "It's 10pm. Do you know where your human exchange student is?"

You could be doing homework in your room in the House of Lamentation when at ten o'clock on the dot you hear loud swearing and footsteps. Mammon barges in to check that you're there. The others coolly walk by and peek in just to double-check. Every single night.

[mammalsofaction]

Y'know what would be really funny? If each of the Flynn Fletcher siblings KNOW/have suspicions about Perry's secret, but they each keep it to themselves for individual reasons. It's been pointed out before that Perry can get REALLY reckless sometimes, and other times the boys are too clever/know Perry way too well.

-CANDACE has actually seen and interacted with Perry in secret agent mode, particularly during the time she thought she was high off her rocker and Perry had to save her from a self destructing volcano. She's had dreams where Perry was a secret agent in them.

-She doesn't bring it up or think about it much bc she just has like. A lot of other more pressing priorities most of the time, which is so valid. Also I lowkey thinks she suspects she's got a hallucination problem, like with the Zebra? I get why she doesn't talk about it out loud: she sounds crazy enough to her mother as is without suddenly talking about how their exotic pet is a sentient secret agent in a fedora.

-FERB figured it out almost immediately that day he and Phineas accidentally fell into Perry's lair and they pretended to be "secret agents" for the day. HE knows he didnt make that lair. Everything was almost toddler sized, but functionally and professionally equipped for a working adult. There were only two "P" s in the family, and it clearly wasn't Phineas. Also? Everything was Platypus themed. He put two and two together.

-I figure he doesn't talk about it bc he lowkey knows why Perry doesn't tell them. He and Phineas have a lot of faith in Perry, and Ferb is a lot less emotional. If Perry refuses to tell them about his double life and where he goes, hes just gonna trust him.

-Im pretty sure PHINEAS subconsciously knows about the secret agent thing. From where? Africa. He 💯 spotted Perry in secret agent mode on the other side of the gulf while hanging from that vine, and between his siblings Phineas is CLEARLY the one who knows what Perry looks like best. He can pick Perry out from colour and smell from every other brown eyed teal platypus in the entire tri-state area. He not only recognizes his paw prints: he knows Perry's healthy weight distribution on them to know whether or not hes injured or limping. Like....my boy can be oblivious and autistic 98% of the time, but Phin is also REALLY self aware and trusting of his own eyes and instincts.

-He doesn't talk about it because hes in denial 👍

[wazzi2ya]

Angel walking up behind Husk so quietly he didn't notice him, and when Husk turns around to leave he's at perfect height to accidentally bury his face in Angel's chest fluff. There's a moment of silence where nobody moves that is only broken when a loud, steadily increasing purr breaks out of him. His hands are making biscuits in the air.

[r-aindr0p]

Hopefully Rollo isn't too mad about his robes being stolen.

This is how Iimagine it probably went when he finally arrived at NRC, still in his pajamas like a madman that escaped the hospital

Yuu will not elaborate on the mini Rollos

(Post and ask related to the last pic of this shitpost I made almost a year ago and decided to not draw Rollo in his uniform robes until I get him during the rerun)

[ane-doodles]

hehehe Get attacked!! @xmajordumps

Kori appreciation moment!!!

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[greenfiend]

Anyone else think that Reefer Rick’s house will return in ST5?

Right by Lover’s Lake…

[feluka]

dear god i hope every violent man who terrorizes his family because they're the only people he has power over and his house is the only place he feels like a Big Man drops dead right this second. amen.

[eggcats]

this is cursed, but the knowledge won't leave me alone, so-

Vox isn't into feet. People have asked, and he can honestly say absolutely not. Luckily for him, no one thinks to ask his opinions on hooves...

[simptasia]

LOST: Season One

[froody]

I would love to sleep in a coffin. I think that is one of the greatest perks of vampirism. Yes, I am autistic.

[thatsnotahoodjason]

bruce's kids deciding to hide around the house and the first one bruce finds has to go with him to the next gala..

but bruce not finding any of them and none of them are replying on comms or their phones and he thinks they've been kidnapped. he goes to get help from the justice league and starts an investigation.

a couple hours later, alfred finds jason sitting in the freezer reading macbeth and eating ice cream with a huge coat on

[scaredspoons]

im so embarrassed... im not recovering...

[k-k-armadillo]

if u dont clap for mum and my wretched orange thing i will blow this whole building up

[mossytrashcan]

but also please stop advocating for roberts rebellion tv show. look me in the eyes and tell me that watching elia martell get chopped in half is what the fandom needs rn

[envysparkler]

Tim had always been a heavy sleeper.  He could sleep anywhere, anytime, just peacefully nod off no matter where he was or who he was with or what was going on.  Unfortunately, multiple irritating splints, bandages, and a consistent low-level headache had ruined this simple ability.

He didn’t know what had woken him up, whether it was a stray breeze or a heavy sigh or the creak of a floorboard, he just remembered sluggishly cracking open his eyes and spotting green dots.  He blinked, seeing but not really registering, until the green dots shifted closer and the shadow around them resolved into a humanoid figure.

Green eyes, burning, like the gunshot wound, footsteps stalking closer as Tim tried to get away, tried to get up, “Had enough, Pretender?” a low, mocking croon.

Tim screamed.

Something immediately muffled him, tightening around his mouth, holding him down as he thrashed, panic waking him up like a bucket of cold water.  He heard a door slam somewhere deeper in the Manor as he struggled to free his arms from the constricting blankets.

“Tim!” came a loud, frightened voice from the hallway.

The hand on his mouth pressed harder, forcing him against the bed, glowing green eyes right above him as the footsteps sprinted closer.  There was a low, bitten-off curse, and the hand was gone, letting Tim draw a deep, gasping breath as he finally flailed free of the blankets.

Tim forced himself up as his door was thrown open and hissed when the lights abruptly switched on.  It took several seconds to get acclimated, his heart racing as he took gasping breaths, and the bed dipped near him with a heavy weight.

“Tim,” Bruce said, quieter, waiting until Tim blinked teary eyes at him before he moved closer.  “What happened?  Are you okay?”

Tim stared at him, and then at the room.  There was no sign that anything was amiss—his messy pile of papers was untouched, his closet door was open to his stacks of clothes, his laptop remained closed, his window and curtains were both firmly shut.  In the bright light, the idea of an intruder seemed ridiculous.

“I’m fine,” Tim said, the words coming automatically.  Bruce narrowed his eyes a fraction.  “I—it was just a strange dream,” Tim said, lying easily.  “Like when you kick your feet and feel like you’re falling?  I was just startled.”

“Ah,” Bruce said, relaxing slightly.  His face was still lined, as it had been since before Tim had left to Titans Tower for what was supposed to be a short stay to avoid the gang instability in Gotham.  With everything that had happened since then, it was no wonder that Bruce was stressed.  “Are you sure you’re okay?  I can make some hot cocoa.”

There was no point worrying Bruce further.  Tim plastered a smile on his face and demurred, “No, thank you, Bruce.  I’m going to try and get some sleep.”

“Okay, kiddo,” Bruce leaned forward and ruffled his hair, but Tim didn’t miss the tightening of his eyes when his gaze skipped across Tim’s bandages.  “Sleep tight.  Call if you need something.”