#primos 2024

[toaverse]

Here are some released shots of Primos...

[purlty23]

@forlorn-crows’s Mushy May 2024 - Day 16: Cooking a Special Recipe

I’m such a huge fan of the headcanon that Primo took up the helm withe raising Terzo and Secondo both. I also definitely didn’t spend a bunch of time on stuff in the background that got covered up later augh

[iamthecomet]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯: 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦

Rating: G Pairing: Mountain & Primo Words: 1k

Had a sudden lightbulb about the Abbey having a botanical garden and Mountain being mildly obsessed and then this happened. No warnings, just the old man and the soft earth ghoul being sweet to each other.

Mushy May brought to you by @forlorn-crows Divider by @ghuleh-recs

The botanical garden is Primo’s pride and joy. Sure, being the satanic pope was fun and good. Touring the world was entertaining. Playing music was…ok. But this expansive glass building built on the eastern side of the main Abbey building? This is everything.

He designed it all. Each pane of thick glass, the metal that holds them together, the stones that make up the floor and foundation. All of it from his hands, his mind. It’s been here a long time. Long enough that ivy grows along the southern gable. That the glass has become milky with time. The roof–once shining copper has gone green with oxidation.

For a long time, he was the only one who cared about it.

Sure, siblings and ghouls enjoyed it. They’d walk through the massive building and coo at the plants, the brightly colored flowers, the pitcher plants big enough to eat a human hand if they really wanted to. They marvel at this impossible beauty. But they never stay long. It’s too warm. Too humid. Too…strange. It’s a museum to them. Something to be looked at and enjoyed from afar.

Even many of the earth ghouls were a little put off by it–didn’t understand it. These plants weren’t supposed to grow here. So many of them had hang ups about not native species and practicality, it made Primo’s head hurt. So little appreciation for all of his hard work. For this beauty that should be impossible but by the grace of lord Lucifer it isn’t.

And then, Mountain came.

Primo had misjudged him–he’ll admit that now. He had seen the tall lanky earth ghoul with his antlers and his gentle manner and Primo had assumed he’d be just like the others. That he would appreciate from afar, that he would pitch in when needed but not really want to help. But Mountain surprised him.

Mountain’s first trip through the botanical garden left him in awe. He named half of the plants with ease, latin spilling from his mouth as he reached out to touch delicate dew coated petals. And Primo had stared. He couldn’t help it. He felt the thrum of Mountain’s magic through the stone and a fly trap that had been struggling perked back up, leaves unfurling.

And when Mountain smiled–sheepish–Primo thought it was a little like looking at the sun.

Mountain still spends most of his time in the more practical greenhouses and gardens. Harvesting food and teas and herbs and making sure the Abbey is well stocked and taken care of. But he spends every Sunday here with Primo. Closed inside the bright, stuffy, greenhouse. Tropical at all times. Brightly colored flowers still blooming in the dead of winter. It’s Primo’s favorite day of the week–he isn’t afraid to admit it. When he gets there on this particular Sunday, Mountain has beaten him. It’s the first Sunday since the band got back from touring and Primo missed the earth ghoul. Missed hearing him hum to himself as he worked. Missed watching him perk up plants with his magic, feeling the pull of it through the foundation.

When he slips through the door Mountain is nearby, tending a patch of vibrant blue orchids–fickle things that only seem to like Mountain’s touch. They’ve been suffering while on tour, but Primo notices that two minutes with Mountain has left them fresh and healthy.

Mountain startles when the door closes, he turns to look at Primo. That hesitant smile tugging at his lips like always.

“Papa,” Mountain says, straightening up, tall as ever. Antlers dotted with tiny blue forget me not flowers. “I brought you something.”

Primo steps further into the warmth of the building, walks closer to Mountain. Shoes clicking on the stone. He inhales. Smells a menagerie of flowers and green and life that makes his chest constrict. Everywhere else in the Abbey feels dark and oppressive. Here–he really feels at home.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” Mountain sits down on one of the stone benches that lines the path, he pats the space next to him and Primo sits. Smelling the deep evergreen and cedar that is Mountain. He always smells like a forest at mid-winter. Even in here, Primo loves it. Loves the constant reminder that this strange tropical word they’ve built here is unnatural for this climate. It makes him that much more proud of it.

“So why?”

“I couldn’t leave it there–not when you needed it for your collection.”

Mountain is the only one who truly understands. That this is a collection. That is is not just a garden. Primo has done all he can to fill it with all kinds of rarities. Strange insects, and butterflies, snakes and lizards and vibrant blue tree frogs. Whatever he can find that will thrive in this climate he’s created. Oddities that he cannot resist.

Primo feels his heartbeat quicken. “Show me.”

Mountain produces a small seedling in a pot that fits in the palm of his big hand. Primo studies it, breath catching as he starts to recognize the leaves, the color.

“Is that–”

“A corpse plant. Yes. I saw it growing on the side of the path when we went on a hike. Cirrus thought I was crazy when I started digging it up. But I couldn’t leave it there.”

Primo strokes the leaves. It doesn’t look anything like what it will when it’s full grown. And Primo cannot guarantee his unnaturally long life will be long enough to see it bloom. But he finds he doesn’t mind. It will be here, part of his legacy whether he is or not.

“Oh, Mountain this is–I’ve always–It’s my holy grail.”

“I know.” Mountain grins at him, a real smile. He sets the plant down and slings his arm around Primo’s shoulders, pulling him in for a half hug. “Consider it a thank you, for letting me work with your collection–for letting me spend time with all of them.”

Primo feels himself flush–an odd occurrence considering his age. He leans into the fresh winter smell of Mountain and lets his eyes fall closed as Mountain holds him close.

“Our collection,” Primo corrects, he can’t pretend it belongs only to him anymore. And he finds he doesn’t want to.

Mountain makes a small surprised noise, but then he’s nodding, acquiescence. “Ours.”

[disneytva]

Disney Television Animation Starts 40th Anniversary Celebration At Annecy Film Festival

There's so much to do, getting ready just for you to celebrate #DisneyTVA40 at Annecy Film Festival.

For this year’s ever-inspiring Annecy International Animated Film Festival, Walt Disney Animation Studios, Pixar Animation Studios and Disney Television Animation, Disney Junior Educational Resource Group, Disney EMEA Animation, 20th Television Animation will unveil a handpicked selection of new releases that promise to bring fresh, captivating adventures to all the family.

 Disney Branded Television will present “40 Years of Disney Television Animation: Past, Present, and Future” — a look at how, since its launch in 1984, Disney Television Animation has been at the forefront of creating iconic animated content for kids. The panels and screenings are to honor the studio's 40th anniversary which will happen on December.

“40 Years of Disney Television Animation: Past, Present, and Future” 

Tuesday, June 11

A look at how, since its launch in 1984, Disney Television Animation has been at the forefront of creating iconic animated content for kids. The panel will feature previews of the "Phineas And Ferb" revival, "Primos", "Zombies: The Re-Animated Series", "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse 2.0" and Disney Television Animation's 100th show "StuGo". The panel will have a showcase of upcoming NDA content for Disney Channel, Disney Junior and Disney+ for the next 100 shows.

The panel will feature:

-Meredith Roberts Disney Television Animation CEO and Disney Branded Television VP of Animation

-Rob LaDuca ("Mickey Mouse Mixed-Up Adventures", "Mickey's Tale Of Two Witches","Mickey and Mickey and Minnie Wish Upon a Christmas", "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse 2.0")

-Dan Povenmire ("Phineas And Ferb","Milo Murphy's Law","Hamster & Gretel")

-Jeff Swampy Marsh ("Phineas And Ferb","Milo Murphy's Law", Disney Junior Educational Resource Group "Hey A.J!")

-Stevie Wermers-Skelton ("Monsters At Work")

-Kevin Deters ("Monsters at Work")

-Bruce W. Smith ("The Proud Family", "The Proud Family Movie", "The Proud Family: Louder And Prouder", "La Familia Avenúñez")

-Ralph Farquhar ("The Proud Family: Louder And Prouder", "La Familia Avenúñez")

“Storytelling Through Music,”

Thursday, June 13

The panel will feature a discussion on how music sparks happiness and joy in kids and family content across the studio's 40th anniversary.

This panel will feature:

Jay Stutler - Senior Vice President, Music, Disney Television Animation

Lynne Southerland ("Ariel")

Aliki Theofilopoulos ("Descendants: Wicked World", "Zombies: The Re-Animated Series")

Chris Houghton ("Big City Greens" franchise, "Welcome To Simpleton") @chrishoughton

Nic Smal ("Kiff", "NDA - Disney Channel Series")

Kay Hanley (Disney Junior Educational Resource Group "Kindergarten The Musical")

Big City Greens The Movie: Spacecation SCREENING

Friday, June 14

An open-air screening of the new movie, Big City Greens The Movie: Spacecation. based on the Disney Channel hit series Big City Greens

[stinkywrinkles]

She's chosen Hurley's old corner today :) ❤️❤️❤️

[bravagente]

la cosa che ho capito dopo una settimana passata a seguire sanremo sui social è che per me tutti devono fare feat gli uni con gli altri, se fosse per me nessuno avrebbe più una carriera individuale perché semplicemente non ne avrebbe il tempo

[smooshgray-thegraysimp]

Willow and Angelo got a message for you! (ft birthday)

[greeneyed-thestral]

[copiousloverofcopia]

Valentine's Day Letter commissions are officially OPEN!!!!

If you are interested nows the time lol to make sure I get them done for Valentine's day!!!!

Thank you so much for considering me for a personalized letter, I love doing them!!!

[ciaoamoreciao]

ghali al secondo posto il primo piccolo passo per ristabilire l’ordine mondiale

[toaverse]

Looks like they finally released a poster for this shit.

[lonelyneuronaboard]

IL PUBBLICO C'HA RAGIONE MANNAGGIA A DIO CANAGLIA

[chiaracqueen]

la stessa gente che si indignava per i fischi a geolier oggi sta riempiendo angelina di insulti misogini. poi dite che i fan di sti pezzi di sterco non sono la feccia

[disneytva]

D23 Expo returns on August 9-11, 2024. Expect surprises for Disney Television Animation as the studio will celebrate it's 40th Anniversary, a look to their future shows and debut of it's 100th animated series.

-Primos

-RoboGobo

-Ariel

-Zombies: The Re-Animated Series

-Phineas and Ferb - Revival

-StuGo

-Sam Witch

-Mickey Mouse Clubhouse 2.0 - Reboot

-Darkwing Duck - Reboot

-Tiny Trailblazers

-Super Star

-TaleSpin - Reboot

-Rhona Who Lives By The River

-Magic Children Doing Things

-Recess - Reboot/Revival

-Dusty Dupree

-The Witchverse

-Royal Prep Academy - Sofia The First Spin-Off

-InterCats

-Fantasy Sports

[grlquartz]

mushy may

day one: cuteness aggression

thank you so much to @forlorn-crows for organizing this! and thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the adorable dividers <3

pairing: primo x oc

word count: 1k

(note: this is just a teeny bit spoilery for this pair's main fic - if you've been following along, consider yourself warned!)

“Theodora, darling,” Primo called as he made his way to the bathroom doorway, “have you seen my-“

He stopped in his tracks. Sitting there at the vanity, illuminated with the warm mirror lights, dabbing gently at her cheeks with her fingertips sat his amate, draped with her satin robe… and every bit of her luscious dark hair tangled up high on her head in big, bouncy pink rollers.

The sight instantly made his heart squeeze in adoration’s vice grip. That tightness in his chest rendered him speechless momentarily, especially so as she turned carefully to look over and up at him, her lashes perfectly curled to frame those dark, sweet eyes.

“What?” she asked, a flicker of concern crossing her halfway made-up face. Creamy blush stained her fingertips and glowed from her round cheeks.

“I-“ he started, and then realizing that he still was at a loss for words he let out a soft chuckle instead.

What he wanted to say was that the sight of her struck him deeply. Her dark, beautiful hair done up in those big rollers reminded him so very much of his mother.

How many times had he seen her like this in this very bathroom, getting ready in the early morning as the sun began to rise? As a very little boy he would always come up and tug the sleeve of her soft robe in greeting, perhaps sit in her lap and help her with her makeup; as much help as a child could be, anyways. He could still remember the sharp scent of her hairspray and the softer smell of her powder and perfume, and the heat of those warm lights on his little face and hands. As a boy he had thought that his mother always looked rather silly with the countless springy plastic contraptions all over her head, but now seeing Theo like this… it felt as if two planes of existence were overlapping, two faraway points in time merging into one, right before his very eyes. And this time he didn’t think those big rollers looked silly at all.

He obviously couldn’t sit in Theo’s lap and help her with her makeup, so instead he approached her slowly and reached out to tug gently at the short sleeve of her robe, thumbing the satin back and forth and gazing at it for a moment before his eyes tracked back up to her face, and her hair. She began to smile wide, natural color seeping through the blush on her cheeks.

“I just…” he began, but then stopped again, halted by the fresh wave of adoration overcoming his heart. She was just so precious.

“What, you’ve never seen me do my hair before?” She raised her dark eyebrows, and now her eyes twinkled playfully.

Oh, he could not take it. She was so adorable, so fucking cute that he couldn’t even figure out how to convey it. His fingers curled in the fabric of her sleeve, and he grinned and sighed, giving his head a little shake. 

“You are just… so lovely, amore.”

“Oh,” she protested, a giggle gracing his ears as she shook her own head- carefully- and went back to looking in the mirror, this time taking that warm rosy pigment on her fingers to her lips, and when she finished she continued. “I’m hardly even decent.”

His heart squeezed again. “I beg to differ.”

She just answered with a little ‘pfft’ and moved to brush on her mascara.

How could he make her see what he saw? How dazzling she was, the brightest star in the sky of his eyes? He wanted to take her into his arms and squeeze her so tight, kiss her positively everywhere, gobble her up like the warmest tastiest strawberry pie he’d ever be lucky enough to taste. He wanted to tell her everything he felt and make her understand, but there were no words. 

All he could do was move behind her, smoothing the palms of his wrinkled hands up her shoulders, and squeeze her there. His eyes flicked to hers in the mirror, but she was still busy leaning in and tending to her lashes. Stealthily he leaned down to her and let his mouth sink against the flesh of her neck, in the spot where she most liked to feel the wet warmth of his kiss or a nip of his teeth.

Perhaps the gesture got his message across. Now her eyes met his in the mirror, her soft pink lips parting in a near-silent breath, and as he kissed her there he could see more color rising to her face.

“Primo…”

“Mm.”

“Did you, ah… need something?”

He breathed in deeply through his nose, soaking in the sugar and spice of her perfume, letting it saturate his senses, and then he couldn’t help but bite down against the softness of her neck.

“Ah- Primo!” she laughed then, and the sound was positively addictive, so he did it again, and again, each time now with a little playful growling sound. Her squeals of laughter rang out in the big bathroom, and he thought he might just keep her here tonight; forget the date, the opera, just keep her all to himself and spend all night making her laugh and squeal in other various ways. But then when the commotion managed to unfasten one of her rollers and the thing went tumbling down to the floor, releasing a lock of her raven-dark hair in an impeccable curl, she swatted at a hand he had gripped into her shoulder.

“Alright, alright,” she insisted, still giggling, “that’s enough, I need to finish up or we’re gonna be late.”

“Oh, alright,” he lamented against the warm skin of her neck, and then finally, begrudgingly, he let go of her and straightened up. “You know, you could just wear your rollers out. You look adorable in them.”

She just gave him one of those looks in the mirror, that sassy expression that was hardly a hair’s width away from a true eyeroll, and he couldn’t bite back his smile. He would have loved to stand there with her and watch her finish her makeup and perhaps torment her a little more, but she was right- they would be late if they didn’t finish getting ready soon.

Now… what was it he was looking for again?

thanks for reading! <3

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