#moving right along

[ceilingfan5]

go around

@taznovembercelebration "super au" and "silly"

“Man,” Taako sighs, as quietly as possible. “This is the second time I’ve been a hostage this month.” He’s not tied up this time, at least, but he’s sitting in the back hallway of the bank and regretting his choice of errands today. The guy next to him nods. 

“You too, huh?” He’s pretty, and goth, very serious-with-a-side-of-secretly-goofy, and Taako wants to crack him like a nut. Shame they’re busy waiting for the supervillain of the week to either get got or get his private island and fourteen pounds of gummy worms, or fucking whatever. “It’s ridiculous. They need to spend less money on making flashy superheroes and more on just–security, infrastructure, safety, you know, mental health initiatives-”

“Or maybe we need to break down and be supervillains ourselves.” Taako shrugs, with an I’m JOKING I PROMISE…unless? Air about him. He’s sick of it. 

“Really?” Handsome asks, laughing a little. 

“Really,” Taako says, still kind of joking, but also kind of not joking. “Taako can barely get his errands done when there’s no Captain Backwards Lightning Man in the way, you know? It’s enough to make a guy wanna destroy some well-placed props.”

Handsome laughs. 

“You’re Taako, I take it?”

“In the flesh, skele-fellow. You?”

“Kravitz,” Kravitz says, and then, “Probably. If I’m going to be a villain, you don’t know that, and I’ll have to erase your memories, or something.”

“Or we could be a team,” Taako teases. “We could be the only ones who knew each other’s secret identities. You could come over for chicken alfredo, I could go to yours for game night, little bit of blackmail to keep things spicy-”

Kravitz laughs, and covers his mouth, but it must not be too loud, or maybe the gummy worm accords are going sour, because nothing comes of it except an embarrassing amount of affection from Taako. 

“I wish I had a power worth doing anything drastic about,” he admits, looking at Taako for comiseration or approval or something else that might lead to romance. 

“Yeah? Cha boi’s in the same boat, so keep paddling. Dumber supers have done worse.”

“Really? I mean- about your power, I remember, uh, Pickle Monster.”

“Who could forget.” Taako shakes his head solemnly. “Yeah, no, I can read minds, but only if it’s food related.”

“Seriously?” Kravitz grins. “I love specific powers, but that sort of thing drives me nuts in practice. Like- surely the universe could have been kinder?”

“Would it ever stoop so low?” Taako snorts. “No, seriously, try me.”

“Okay,” Kravitz says, screwing up his nose in the cutest stinking way Taako has ever seen. “What was my dinner last night?”

Taako looks him directly in the eye, feels that weird connection he gets with people sometimes, the sort of way that makes him sweaty and lonely. He steps right into Kravitz’s doorway, looks around his home, wonders if there’s more than meets the eye. Surely. It’s welcoming enough, maybe just because Kravitz is inviting him in, in this moment. Much less of a trespass than it usually is. 

He watches the memory unfold, and feels fond over this dork, who looks so business goth put together on the outside. 

“You air-fryered tater tot nachos,” Taako says, and Kravitz blinks, surprised, and Taako’s shunted right back out. 

“Really? You really got that much?”

“Oh, honey-nugget, I got more than that, I’m just trying to-”

“How much do you get?”

Taako grimaces. 

“Pretty much everything, especially if emotions are, uh, involved? You- uh. You poured frozen tater tots in the air fryer, dropped one on your bare foot and started bleeding, went to put a pokemon bandaid on it, and when it beeped for you to turn the food, and you tried to test one, because your timing was off because the package didn’t have air fryer instructions, you dropped it on your other bare foot and burnt it.” 

Kravitz’s mouth drops open. 

“Sorry?” Taako says, even sweatier. “You opened the door, kemosabe.” 

“Right,” Kravitz says, with a conspicuous glance at his shiny boy shoes. 

“I wasn’t trying to intrude,”

“No, I, get it, I, could have picked something else.” Kravitz clears his throat and loosens his black-on-black rose patterned tie. “Mine isn’t nearly as interesting.”

“Seriously?” Taako snorts. “Maybe you have an eight foot vertical leap, or your snot is acid.” 

“Is acid snot better than mind reading?”

“Dog, everything’s better than mind reading, do you know how fucking loud the world is all the goddamn time?”

“Touché.” Kravitz glances at the noise from the bank lobby, but nothing seems to come of it. He shifts his feet, looking at them again. “I mean, they were good tater tots.”

“Sometimes food that hurts fucks harder.” 

“So true?” Kravitz laughs. “I wish I had super healing, or super-not-being-a-dumbass, but, you know,”

“Man, if I was super-not-a-dumbass, I really could take over the world. Watch out, Townsville! Pew pew!” 

Kravitz looks at him with some kind of goopy eye disease that could be confused for fondness, if you were stupid, like Taako. 

“I just- so, see, I have this knife?”

“Yeah?” Taako looks him over for said knife, which he does not manage to produce. “Taken, was it?”

“Mhm,” Kravitz sighs, glancing at the lobby again. Some loud discussion is going on, between the somebody of police and TToday’s Evil Baddoer. “I can cut these little rifts with it, nothing huge, because it’s just a big fancy pocket knife, but I can store stuff in there, which is kind of neat. One time I climbed through and found myself somewhere else, but it was really difficult, on account of the small blade and all.”

“Yeah?” Taako’s heart pounds. “Seriously? Does it have to be the one knife?”

Kravitz pauses, and then turns to him directly. 

“I’ve only done it with the one knife, I guess. And a grapefruit spoon.” 

“What if-”

“Oh my god.”

“Hear me out-”

“Oh my god.”

Taako casts about for literally any kind of blade, fucking at all. There’s a letter opener that looks like a sword on the Mortgage Guy’s desk, and Taako checks out Super Badguy in the lobby, and then slowly, painfully, starts sneaking his way toward it. Kravitz chews his fingernails behind him, and truly fourteen thousand ice ages later, Taako returns, and hams up presenting the letter opener to Kravitz.

Kravitz stares at it, and hestiates. 

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

“It doesn’t work and you’re mad at me,” Kravitz admits, painfully honest. 

“What if it does work?”

“I’d take you out for dinner,” Kravitz admits, fully focused on the silver blade. 

“What kind?”

“Any sort of food you’d like?” And Taako steps into his mind one more time, slips in through the door, and finds himself in a nice restaurant across from Kravitz in a cute dark purple button up, slut that he is, one button open, just a hint, just a peek, and they kiss over the dessert, which costs way too much for crème brûlée, but Taako won’t tell him that, no sir.

And he zhoops right back out. 

“You have to do it,” he says, a little breathless. Kravitz looks at him, alarmed, and back at the letter opener, whcih he finally takes. He moves it around in the air, getting a feel for it, and then SWIPES–

And a flickering, dark tear in reality appears. Kravitz covers a gasp, Taako doesn’t, and certainly they’ll be spotted soon, but Kravitz tears and rips and hacks into the rip in the universe, and once he gets it big enough, tears at it with his hands, and then gets a knee in there, and there’s a sickening non-sound as it widens ever so slowly, achingly, and Taako watches with deep, embarrassing affection as Kravitz manages to clamber through, looking like an absolute idiot, and turns and reaches an arm out for Taako.

Fucking ROMANCE. 

“I’ve, gotta-”

“We’ll go around and help from the other side, Taako,” Kravitz promises. “It’ll just be way easier if I get literally anything sharper.” 

“Oh,” Taako says, relieved. And he jumps into Kravitz’s arms, because he has the chance, and it’d be more embarrassing if he didn’t take it. 

Any kisses between the jumping and the rescuing are off the record, and also private. So there. 

[id: gameboard with 15 spaces, 1-6 taken up with stickers of a cat, fish, "good worker", door, dragon, and "kapow"]

[nat20composure]

Terrible things (muppets) are afoot at the circle k (the dungeons of fear and hunger) dudes.... (In case it wasn't clear I am making an animatic)

[theponydins]

Allura: Unfortunately, the Black Paladin’s bayard was... lost. With the previous Paladin.

Allura: We’re still locating our other armaments, but we can try and find you an applicable substitute, if you’d like.

Prince Silverwing: Thank you, but it’s quite alright, Princess.

Prince Silverwing: I’m quick on my hooves.

Prince Silverwing: Now, we need to retrieve the Red Lion.

[sophiewillardvansistineart]

Introducing my OTHER post-music band (no music just merch): BEAR LEFT! Stickers, poster, & tshirts coming soon :) #movingrightalong

[annermations]

TUMBLR IS DEAD :( (which is why I moved to Instagram)

[headspacedad]

Muppet Sing Along | Movin' Right Along | The Muppets

[sevencardigans]

A 2x Olympic Champion

[formulaonedirection]

46:03 from the stream the other day "that went in deeper", even got Lando all flustered.

Oh you want to discuss how Max did this like a minute after that interaction? Sure why not.

[sara-bell101]

OMG We are so close to 50 holy crud!

[madara-fate]

How are you a grown up man supporting toxic and problematic characters like Hinata and Sakura? You who can't read narrative, characterisation and visual language for shit, is making up whatever headcanons and young fans read your absolute bullshit, how do you feel okay spreading this non sense? I get it's your blog and you can do whatever but not Whatever...like how have you spent 30 years living on earth and not know what good/decent people look or sound like, to relate it to characterization? I frankly don't care if you answer this ask or not. I just wanted this message to reach you. You are a sorry, pitiable person who slags other blogs, for what? Two little selfish and entitled girls? Seriously? Have you ever met a decent person in your life? Like please dont pretend you understand writing. Lol. You don't in the least. But at least think a little before you write your stuff. It's hella problematic. This might just be a fandom but don't forget a lot of fans derive much too out of it. You are accountable for what you write. To think that you glorify characters who should not be and deserve all the condemnation, and remember this is coming from an actual woman and an actual feminist who works in social work. Me. I just feel sad for people like you. Please remove yourself from your delusions and see things for what they are. You would probably denigrate and make fun of me and this ask, like expected. But like i said, i dont care about any of your justification or comebacks to this ask. This is just because i wanted to say something to you. It's just pitiable what you do. Grow up. Emotionally and intellectually this time.

[inkblot-inc]

Wanda looking into making a line of nice silicone rings after being with Skitch for awhile. She had heard more than one of the folks that work at Maker’s Damned talk about wearing silicone bands in place of their wedding bands while they’re at work. She’s totally just doing this so they’ll all just have nicer choices available to them. Totally not cause she’s picturing Skitch wearing one. So what if she has them all made in Skitch’s ring size? Coincidence.

Bruh 🥺

This is totally something Wanda would do

Wanda paying extra attention to which designs Skitch gravitates toward when she shows them the test designs 👀

I can see Wanda working with a company to make a more durable solution with a higher concentrate of siloxane bonds to make the silicone rings out of so that they are ensured safe to where while working in the metalworking shop.

(inky side tangent: as far as I understand, siloxane is what gives silicone it's industrial benefits: low thermal conductivity, water resistance, and flexibility, so that's where my higher concentration theory comes from. Can't tell you if it would work, but hey this is fiction soooo-)

Skitch as well as their coworkers are actually pretty touched by the gesture, most of all Remy, who's gone through two bands already. He and his wife, Anna-Marie, are overjoyed, probably spared Skitch from Remy's teasing for a while too 😂

Wanda's definitely gotten a card and gift basket from Anna-Marie as well 😊

Wanda likes all of Skitch's coworkers, so this is something that she doesn't mind doing for all of them. These are pre-releases of course, Wanda has a few things in the forks ahead of time, but she does officially make them a part of her catalogue further down the line.

The name of the line you ask? The Maker's Chosen

[lettuce-shoes]

Don’t think I’m gonna post this on Twitter or anywhere YET,

I wanna polish/clean it up

But if you follow me in both places enjoy this sneak peak of me Duet-ing “Moving Right Along” from the first muppets movie

[meowtronz]

What a nice friend to encounter on a day such as this

[abellinthecupboard]

Moving Right Along

Advanced systems came in the nineties, with loss of conscience, inability to feel. Sensation was from then on secondhand. Into this viscous spoil I walked, perceiving faraway lawns of deteriorating grasses, sick trees, carefully separated trash, the air steaming with sewage.

Every detail, brilliant, super enlarged, screaming with dismemberment, ripped sensations, debased dialogue;

time going faster and faster, the collapse of the initial bang rushing into a thick goo of bodies without separation; as oil-slick, as stripped molecules; the sludge of hypothesis, the word become flesh.

— Ruth Stone, Ordinary Words (1999)

[annermations]

250 posts! What a number… still no cramps after 4 years!! :0

[2aceofspades]

TW: Blood/Injury, Implied Death

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With you

Lil one-shot I guess...??

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After the dust cleared, it was dead silent. The air was thick with moisture from the dark clouds looming above them all. Someone, probably Raphael, yelled out something Two didn't quite process, his ears still ringing as his vision slowly cleared.

A faint blue glow flickered in the near distance, not too far from where Two was slumped on the ground. More muffled shouts rang out as Two attempted to collect himself, staggering to his feet and trudging over to the source of-

No.

Just the image alone was enough to bring Two collapsing back to his knees. Stupid, he thought.

"H-hey..." One's weak voice just barely got through to Two, snapping him right out of his thoughts.

He stared down at the dimming blue glow, watching it flicker and fade in and out. How the hell are you still here, breathing?

His thoughts became flooded in his head, even more so as he felt his arms cradle his brother's near-lifeless body.

"Did we win?"

Two felt his jaw clench at One's question, feeling frighteningly close to grinding his teeth until they were flat.

Did we win?

The question echoed in Two’s head, as if that would better help him process this moment. In any other instance, he would have deflected and scoffed at such an empty, meaningless question. Did it matter? he thought as he titled his head up, looking around briefly at the wasteland that surrounded them. It was over, that much was apparent.

"Yes,” he huffed, looking down at his brother in his arms as he continued, “Now, shut it and save your strength. Your heart-"

"I know," One croaked out in between a few sputtering breaths, interrupting Two in more ways than one. Two tried to ignore the cast-off of blood coming from his brother's mouth, despising the sickening feeling settling in his stomach as it hit his chin. One smiled weakly up at his brother, his eyes dull and unfocused.

How dare you, Two thought to himself.

His eyes flickered from One's exposed heart, bleeding out and hardly beating, and back to his brother’s face. His brother looked beaten, bloody...broken. It wasn't a look he saw from him often, if at all. It was that damn smile that he watched waver as One's heart beat softer and softer. What cruel irony, Two couldn't help but think, a metaphorical expression brought to life by his stupid, thoughtless, idiotic brother.

Two could still fix this. Even as he held his brother tighter against his own plastron and felt his shirt get soaked by the horrid mix of blood and empyrean; he thought to himself how he'd be the one to fix this.

There was no other choice left.

“Good…” One let out the softest of chuckles, “…we…we can s-start over.”

Something in Two’s own chest faltered, even just briefly. It was enough to shut out the feeling of One’s pathetic coughs and wheezes against him. He watched how One's eyes dulled further, his gaze wandering away from Two's face.

Starting over? That wasn’t ever an option, not one that Two had ever weighed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if that was even an option now. After everything he had done, everything he sacrificed, worked for…his brother still wanted to burn it, bury everything down and out of Two’s reach. One wanted this win, he wanted the impossible.

“Impossible…” Two muttered under his breath.

He heard yet another faint chuckle. And then the dense silence that followed.

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~bonus doodles~

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