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[slowandsteddie]

Me, talking to my 12 year old cat, Emmett, who weighs like 12 pounds (5.44 kilograms): I love you my precious little baby. Oh, you’d kill us all if you were just a little bit bigger, huh? Oh I love you so much.

Emmett, stares

Emmett, starts purring with the cute little eye squint thing

The precious little potential serial killer in question

[spinobsessed]

I was feeling kinda sad for no reason (prob post-period hormones) and then I just remembered how I’m dog sitting for a few days and it’s a cute lil friendly chihuahua who’s allowed to stay at our house while he’s being dogsat‼️ yayyy‼️ I get a snuggle buddy for 4 days whoop whoop

I literally squealed in joy

[ghostbsuter]

Danny had been around Gotham for a while.

The crime was never ending, but since Batman's arrival, it had gotten better.

The unmistakably CLANK! From around the corner had him jump, wary now. The man walks around the wall, eyes on the black car with— with Batman's symbol at the front.

A child sitting on the ground with a car tire next to him, the Bat Symbol a stark contrast to the shadows.

"Shit, kid. You're bold to rob Batman." Danny didn't really realise he was speaking until the kid looks up, spooked.

"What the fuck?" The kid was clearly of Gotham breed, yelps with a glare.

"I'm impressed," Danny doesn't give the kid the chance to talk, not with the way the tiny terror seems to be glaring and holding his wrench.

"You're quick, got eyes for details and know how to work around cars."

The suspicion in the kids eyes didn't lessen, having gotten up to press himself against the wall, eyes never leaving Danny.

"Here," Our local spook threw a card on the hood of the car. It was his business card.

"If you need income with far fewer risks than stealing from Batman, call me."

He didn't really wait to see the kids reaction, just leaving, bot before shooting a look into the sky the kid clearly caught.

As danny left, the kid looked at the entrance of the alleyway, back to the car, and then to the card.

They had talked for too long. Jason had to leave now, lest Batman actually caught him.

With one last look to the tires and the car, he leaves eith a scowl.

Just barely missing the man with the cape.

[1863-project]

I 100% bought this little guy for his name. No regrets.

I'm also of an age where yes, I did collect Beanie Babies as a child in the 1990s, and I actually like the way they did the eyes back then better, so I like these old-style ones they're putting out now. I think it's cuter.

(It was fascinating as a kid watching the hardcore collectors, on that note.)

[k-waal]

“ You aren’t cody emmet jameson anderson irl!! “

yeah okay bud explain THIS

(this is a jokey joke.. I’m not a 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀…)

ALSO SHOUT OUT TO MA BUD MAL FOR GETTING ME THIS it was a bit ago but shhh sh shhhh

[ringosp]

Cody Anderson

(no I do not wanna write his full name)

Also, I might start drawing td

[doyelikehaggis]

If I had a nickel for every time Emmett J Scanlan played a character that was a little bit gay for a character with the last name “Walker” I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it’s happened twice

[matex3]

low quality Cody drawings I made in class because my phone ran out of batery 🥳

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

SHINY! SNEASEL! SHINY! SNEASEL! SHINY!!!!! SNEASEL!!!!!!!!!!

[cr0g-0]

I think the internet deserves low effort shit post so woah

Christian Borle characters be upon ye

(Im aware i forgot the other R in Forest forgive me)

[tamaharu]

okay thats interesting! in the SF try-outs during the song "legally blonde" she sings about how she cant be legally blonde, while in the official version AND THE DEMO she sings about letting her be legally blonde. which means that at some point they changed the lyrics around, and then changed them back! laurence o'keefe.... nell benjamin.... what occurs in your twisted minds

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 21 / 31 * BABYSITTER 」

May 8, 2004, Lone Pine Timeline

George groans, slamming the palm of his hand against the edge of the desk so hard it topples over the vidframe containing a picture of him and Lorraine on their anniversary cruise last year.

“Grandpa?” Emmett asks, peeking his head around the doorframe, his voice small. “Are you okay?”

George smiles down at his grandson, most of the irritation immediately easing off his features save for that crease between his brows that, lately, only seems to get deeper and deeper with each passing day. Lorraine had teased him that he’ll make them a permanent addition to the wrinkles he’s already developing with age—oh stop, George, they make you look distinguished and wise—and he would swear he could feel the rest of the colour leaching out of his hair, turning him greyer and greyer by the day.

“Everything’s fine, Em.” Flicking his wrist, George indicates the object of his current frustrations—the half-formed thoughts and line after line of struck-through text that, in his mind, only represented one failure after another. “I’ve hit a wall—this writer’s block has been going on for weeks and I’m right there, I just can’t—”

Emmett shuffles closer, wide-eyed as his Grandpa lets out an exaggerated sigh that reminds him of Ellie when Mom forces her to share with him. “Writer’s block?”

“It’s like—” George pauses, a thoughtful expression working its way onto his face. “When you’re trying to get somewhere and you know how to get there, but someone puts something in your way to stop you. I’ve been trying to write this one scene for my new novel for weeks and the pieces are all there, I just can’t put them together right now.”

And with the publishers constantly asking for updates, barely hiding their frustration when he tells them, again, that he’s working on it and it will be finished when it’s finished, completion feels more and more like an impossible task.

“Oh!” Emmett announces excitedly, visibly pleased with himself for connecting the dots. “Like Daddy when he doesn’t know how to write new songs. I think he called it something else though…a fu—”

“Exactly like that.” George cuts him off before he can finish that thought and Emmett’s smile remains achingly bright and wide, pulling at the corners of his eyes.

“Can I help? Sometimes when Daddy gets stuck, he talks to Mommy about it and it helps.”

Déjà vu hits like a punch to the gut, reminding George of days long gone—when Marty was five, six years old, demanding to sit on his lap and be involved in the creative process, hanging onto every word and thought and grasping for whatever threads he could grab in his small hands. Creativity burst from him at the seams—something he sees echoed here in Emmett, which leaves him wondering if maybe he’ll follow in one of their footsteps, pursue writing or music or art—and Marty was always quick with a comment or criticism, even if he only half-understood what was going on at that particular point in the story.

Marty was his biggest critic and his biggest supporter, never afraid to tell him ‘That’s stupid, Dad,’ or ‘I like it but I think it would be cooler if this Dark guy showed up here to use his powers!’

“A fresh pair of eyes might be exactly what I need. C’mere. I’ll tell you my ideas and you give me your thoughts. Okay?”

“Okay!”

[synthsays]

Doc's Mom headcanon:

She has very pretty bright red hair, in the animated episode where doc is like 4 his uncle has red hair so that's probably his mom's brother. And also his dad had blonde hair (before it went gray) just bc

[winterbirb]

Setting aside truth/ideals in favor of puns: if Ingo's name in Japanese + being sneasler's warden is a pun on "going up", then Emmet should be a pun on "going down" (not like that ya nasties).

The Paris Lumiose Catacombs are calling!

Also, being sent to the future vs the past fits the BW series really well, because of the version differences: White Forest vs Black City, and in B2W2, whether route 4 preserves ruins or becomes modern.

"But winterbirb, aren't the ruins in White? Isn't Ingo's coat black?" Yes, but lucky me I could've made it work either way! See, his outfit is giving Zekrom, right? And what's the legendary on the cover of White? That's right, babey! Zekrom.

Unrelated, but damn it's annoying trying to figure out how to write the Ingo sidestory when I'm convinced Emmet went missing with him but I have no more information. Although given my glacial writing speed, I might take until 2026 anyways.

[klartzzie]

Some screenshots of Emmett and E’tsu, my Durge and my Tav. Shame on me for never posting abt E’tsu here actually. Shame on me. Disgraceful.

[jade-gemstone]

Finding out I've been pronouncing my own character's names for a really long time is the worst feeling actually.