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sufficientlylargen · 6 months ago
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I don't know who needs to hear this, but it's time to take your 12 partridges, 22 turtle doves, 30 french hens, 36 calling birds, 42 geese a-laying, and 42 swans a-swimming out of the freezer.
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jodefrostwallart · 3 months ago
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Got obsessed with SV again oops
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nessa007 · 1 year ago
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superbeans89 · 9 months ago
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sancastarcs · 7 months ago
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"yeah but why couldn't they tell Glinda that they are alive" BECAUSE THE NARRATIVE WON'T LET THE CHARACTERS HAVE NO CONSEQUENCES!!!!!THATS THE TRAGEDY OF WICKED!!! THAT'S THE BITTERSWEET ENDING!!! glinda HAS to face the consequences of her actions and has to pay a price if she wants to start being actually good! there's a price to pay for her promotion of the propaganda towards Elphaba and how she is partly to blame for Neesa's death. Glinda HAS TO FACE CONSEQUENCES FOR HER ACTIONS TO BE REDEEMED AND TO BE ACTUALLY GOOD. also everyone remembers a little song called " For Good"? Where Glinda and Elphaba talk about how because they knew each other they changed for good and from now on a part of themselves will be from the other? Glinda took accountability and responsibility, like Elphaba would have wanted. Elphaba thought about her personal safety and happy ending FIRST like Glinda would have done. They switched places bc of the impact they have in each others life. Yes i wish they got their happy ending together but that's what makes wicked so good!!! That these women loved each other fiercely even with all the objects in the world.
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lightprkdraws · 28 days ago
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It's me!!!!!
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baba-is-blog · 11 days ago
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Baba like dragons?
DRAGON IS FAVORITE
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ribbittrobbit · 1 year ago
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these kids are incredibly stressed out
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kittycat-lobotomy · 5 months ago
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mioakem · 7 months ago
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i’m sorry but if you’re a grown man and a sixteen year old felt the need to remind himself daily not to piss you off because it’s not worth it than ur a complete freak cause that’s not fucking normal
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ruporas · 8 months ago
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biting throughout october + halloween costumes (ID in alt)
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lexia-solve-e · 26 days ago
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children of the house of Xue
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loveinstreams · 10 months ago
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"unauthorized biography" "unofficial biopic" that's a big budget rpf fanfiction if you ask me
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han-ban-bam · 2 months ago
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Rook before the Veilguard ✨
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gothamite-rambler · 17 days ago
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Days in the League of Assassins and being a babysitter: Little Damian, 5 y.o.
Jason and young Damian were in a training room, tasked with fighting each other so Ra's al Ghul could train his grandson.
Ra’s (frustrated): Jason, you’ve been standing there for fifteen minutes. Spar! Begin!
Jason (flatly while checking his fingernails for any hang nails): No.
Ra’s: I need to see if he can fight! Fight the boy, he can handle it!
Little Damian held up his tiny fists, circling them around and ready to fight. Jason shook his head with a smile making Damian pause and sway back and forth.
Jason: This is fucked up, and I’m not doing it. Don’t say fucked, Damian.
Damian nodded silently. He looked down at his shoes, opening and closing them as if he were a penguin.
Jason (holding his arm out towards Damian): I’m not attacking him. He’s not at the piss-me-off age yet!
Ra’s: Allah, give me patience. You’re not around him all the time, I am! He's a true terror most of the time. Just look at that face!
Jason glanced at Damian, who slowly blinked frog-like, then waved at his brother.
Jason (sarcastic): Uh-huh, real demon child. Looks like he'll suck my soul. Well… he is related to you.
Ra’s: اذهب إلى الجحيم — that’s a compliment if anything! Don’t repeat the first part, Damian.
Damian: Okay. Akhi Jason, what’s that on your shoe?
Jason looked down at his shoes, confused, only to be met with a staff to the head. He winced, clutching his sore head, ready to fight, until he realized it was Damian who had hit him.
Damian (snickering): Got you. Now fall down or be prepared for another bop to the head!
Jason rolled his eyes but dramatically fell to the ground to give Damian the win. The little boy pressed his foot on Jason’s arm, triumphant.
Damian: I win!
Ra’s: That doesn’t—
Jason: Ra’s, finish that sentence, and I’m shooting you in the kneecaps!
Ra's: Oh, fine! Damian, you win. Adequate job.
Jason (handing Damian candy from his pocket): Here ya go.
Damian (happy): A fruit chew!
Ra's: Stop giving him American sweets!
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