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[disastermychild]

I hate it when you're reading a fic (or watching something) and there are irresponsible food mentions and/or images. Like, STFU with the breakfast bread, it's 9PM and Lartizan* is closed!

*my favorite boulangerie; one of these days I'll even manage to eat there

[starrieart]

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[ghostbsuter]

Danny loved this dimension!

First, the yellow ring powered attacks, and now the fear gas! Jazz would have an aneurysm if she ever found out how high he's gotten in the past week alone.

Now, if only he could shake off these pesky green lanterns and the giant bat guy.

Haunting this dimension seems like promising bonding activity between him, Ember, Kitty, and Johnny!

He really should hunt down that yellow lantern guy, tho, that stuff was great quality.

[socksandbuttons]

OH YEAH. We do have Baby Solar and Lunar meet Bean Eclipse! Aka The babies heard their dads voice and went 'DAD SMOLLER...HUG" Anyway their EclipseDad Isn't very fond of the Bean AU (Side Eyes Lunar). Bean's just glad he isn't a single dad. Living his best life tiny.

[starsillys]

they're trying to encourage me to finish up a big art thingy I'm dealing with (you might wanna zoom in for these ones,,, my camera quality is shit as fuck)

I get distracted very easily though + I absolutely DESPISE this assignmnet I'm sick of itt

(closeups down belowwwggg)

I'm screaming

[cosmosnout]

Portgas D. Anne

[thesupernaturalhouse]

So vaggie right- I just feel like there should be more angst for my girl

Specifically about ep 7, like- obviously Charlie had the right to be upset.....but I want to read a fic where charlies words hit vaggie deeper then she thought

I want to see Vaggie being on edge around Charlie because she doesn't want to upset her again. Not cause she's scared of Charlie, more so she's scared of her being mad/disappointed at her and/or her actions

I wanna read a fic where Vaggie flinches and quiets down whenever Charlie even shows a little frustration because she doesn't want that to be aimed at her again

If we go with the theory that Lute is Vaggies ex it can be double angst points because maybe, unlike Charlie, Lute would intentionally yell at her and stuff, or like rant to her and expect her to listen but not listen when vaggie rants. You know?

And Vaggie being Vaggie, she wouldn't tell Charlie ANY of this. And Charlie, being Charlie, wouldn't know anything wrong until way later, maybe after someone mentions it

Am I gonna write the fic? No. I have the idea but not the plot idea or the dialouge or the motivation. Is this gonna be in my au? Also no. Chalrie already knows about the angle thing day 1. But, I still wanted to put this put there

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

defending ethan winters on the internet isnt enough im making a video essay

[assortedvillainvault]

So I have the most random request for hc's with Jafar. [if you want to obv]. What if his s/o was a demi-god [possibly the child of a god of knowledge] BUT they don't tell anyone. Their dad just shows up one day and thats how he finds out.

Anon your patience for getting this answered is immeasurable. I decided to make the 'god of knowledge' here Hermes, since in the myths Hermes' domain is messenger, lies, travel and creator of the alphabet - which is pretty awesome!

Pls accept these humble headcannons!

Jafar x Demigod!S/O

- You did not intend for this to happen.

- You had had the good sense to lay low and get the hell out of Greece: Your dad Hermes may be one of the more ‘chill’ gods, but you have no interest in getting to know the disaster that is your extended family. Hermes was even weirdly encouraging about you jumping ship, but as the heavenly messenger, you suppose he’s just happy that you’re travelling and putting your skills to use.

- You went overseas, studied languages, got to know the trade routes and built a life for yourself in Agrabah. You even got hired to advise the Sultans government and landed yourself a tall dark and twisted boyfriend to boot!

- You decide to write home one day, idly, just to let your mother (and dad) know you’re alive and things are going ok.

- You...really should have remembered. Hermes is juggling about 50 jobs on the daily and in his haste sometimes...forgets things. Like the fact you’re trying to pass as a regular mortal.

- So three days later when your Dad in all his jazzy, turquoise glory whizzes into the palace, squeezes you up into a giant hug, ruffles your hair and presses a plate of snacks from home into your hands – all while chatting a million miles an hour and letting you know just how proud he is-! - and then proceeds to whiz out again with a cheery ‘Knock ‘em dead kiddo!”, you knew you fucked up.

- Jafar’s knuckles were white around his staff.

- ...oh dear.

- Jafar prides himself on being the most informed person in any room at all times. You think he rose to Grand Vizier and maintained his position by being idle?? Hypnosis, blackmail and murder aside, Jafar has worked DAMN HARD – he takes study and acquisition of intelligence extremely seriously.

- This man, even when in his evil wizard tower in his underwear and swamped under a metric ton of sultan-induced paperwork, can tell you what is happening on the streets of Agrabah and half the civilisations across the desert at any one time.

- And you. Lied to him.

- You, of all people, his most trusted confidant, deliberately and intentionally kept your divine lineage and (presumably) powers hidden from him.

- (if Jafar ever deigns to think about the fact that you kept this from everyone, not just him, there’s a 50/50 chance it would send him into a deeper spiral because he’s supposed to be better than those plebeians and you managed to not only keep this information from him, but LIE to his face about it the entire time-?!)

- Reader if his world would stop fucking spinning he’d congratulate you and then probably attempt to bowl you down the stairs, Iago’s just gonna hang on your shoulder for a bit until the mans paranoia and bitterness stope teetering on the edge of homicide.

- he’s not threatened why on earth would you think that he’s threatened by the fact you’re a half divine being of Fucking Knowledge now hold sTILL-

- It’s... going to take a few days for him to simmer down and stop plotting contingency measures.

- Then he’ll let his greed overtake his self preservation and think about all the ways he can rope you into his schemes to take over Agrabah. The 180 from thin lipped barely contained murderous rage to overtly-looming-hyper-sleaze is dizzying. Iago is facepalming in the back.

- All in all, he’d be up in your business waaaay more than he was before, but he does (eventually) get over it enough to use you as a blatant flex. Of course you only had eyes for him, little jewel, clearly only he had the intellect to match such a divine gift as yours~

- (trip him on the stairs, reader, plEASE-)

Thanks so much for the ask, sorry again for the wait and I hope you like it!

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[cottoncandylesbo]

TOMORROW!

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[its-elvie-innit]

Forever goes to see richas and it's just his bed. He goes back to his room and he speaks to the bed as if it is his son. The potion wears off. He is frightened, his son is gone, he is speaking to a bed with his sons jersey laid atop it. He drinks the potion again. It is richas, sleepy and tucked under the covers. They are both smiling

[notactiveartblog]

Comic of the fic Hounds by @xx-vergil-xx​

it is at the water’s mobile edge that Matthew finds him.

Dream has moved, a little, but not much.  He sits on the shoreline still, knees drawn to chest, something smaller than himself. 1 - 2 - 3