#spoiler alert it’s the second one

[myname-isnia]

Am I good at art or did I just spend years drawing the same 3-5 characters over and over again to the point I can draw them perfectly with no refs and my eyes closed but it comes with the side effect of any time I decide to draw any other character they never turn out looking right, which in turn sends me into hysterical sobbing

[robin-the-blind-sniper-rifle]

By not wanting to get offended because I hate conflict I have now put myself in a position where I have no idea I’m being offended in the first place

[hyakunana]

"Son, please— we're having a moment here."

[ansitru]

Is she a manic pixie dreamgirl or is she just existing while autistic?

[sunflowerharrington]

They’re… not very good at matching their outfit vibes… Anyway, here is Steve and Eddie on their first date as more than best friends. Now, they’re soulmates. Featuring Nancy’s amazing photography. Haha, third Wheeler.

(do not steal my work!!!!!)

for @LucaDoodleDoo on twitter as a part of the @steddiebang art exchange #1: first date (which i completely forgot was the prompt until like two days ago)

[peakycobblers]

Thomas: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Grace: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Thomas: O-oh. Wait. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Grace: Is it working?

[puppygirlpencil]

random character a day, first up is Rouge! bat bat

[vibinglikethat]

this is going to sound harsh but hear me out: y'all have got to stop begging/demanding/guilt tripping people into voting for biden just so trump doesn't become president again. Y'ALL DID THIS SHIT THE FIRST TIME AND IT WASN'T FUCKING HELPFUL. IT STILL ISN'T.

it's just blowing my mind that y'all have somehow forgotten or ignored or dismissed the fact that president joseph biden is actively participating in a genocide against palestine. AND YOU ALL THINK IT'S A GOOD IDEA TO DEMAND PEOPLE TO FUCKING VOTE FOR HIM?

i really need y'all to wake up. democracy isn't dying because it's already dead. if it was ever alive to begin with. i'm not going to vote for a man who cares more about power and money than he does about palestinian men, women and children. your hatred for trump should not come before your compassion for others.

[natjennie]

ookay fine yes maybe I saw a yonderland out of context video and watched the first episode what about it.

[idkdaimean]

Spoiler!!

MAYBE THE STICK WITH THE GLASSES IS NOT VICTIM BUT THAT STICK AT THE END- WILL IT BE HIM? AAAA THE CHAPTER WAS SO AAAA VICTIM (OR MAYBE ONE OF HIS CLONES) IS REALLY ALIVE? AA

but why is he gray now? maybe he changed his color jsjdk

Now:

poor Second lol Chosen literally dragged him into the fight xD and poor chosen too, his glitching looks painful-

Them!!

and this guy, I loved it (also love the other members but)

I didn't take many screenshots because I was more excited to see the chapter AAA

(okay, I definitely have to give everyone various pronouns because I keep calling everyone by "he")

[padfootastic]

in a turn of events that doesn’t surprise anyone im sure, @impishtubist has caused yet another scene to be stuck in my head until i wrote it down. so, have some sexy, greying sirius; a deeply thirsty, appreciative james who won’t let him dye it; and a very-fed-up-of-his-parents-antics harry for prongsfoot wednesday!

x

Harry entered the house with ‘I’m home!’ on his lips that died an instant death as soon as he registered what he was seeing.

“Er,” he hesitated. Does he really want to—? One more look at the scene in front of him and he decided to bite the bullet. Better to clear the air now than keep stewing on it later.

“Um. Is this a—kink? A fetish? Should I leave and never come back?”

In any other scenario, the way both his parents froze and looked at him with wide eyes would’ve been comical.

If only Dad wasn’t straddling his Papa on the ground, one of his hands holding both of Papa’s above him with disturbing ease.

“Er—“

“It’s not what it looks like, Haz!” Dad yelped, cutting across Papa who’s face and neck were turning a steady pink. “I swear.”

“Then why are you still—like that?” Harry asked, deciding to play it safe and look at the boring grey couch in the living room instead. Nothing scandalous going on there.

He could hear the scrambling of feet, a few thumps, and a mini-yelp, absently wondering about the amount of noise the simple act of getting up could produce.

“Right.” Dad cleared his throat. “So, Harry, would you please tell your Papa that he is, under no circumstances, allowed to dye his hair?”

Harry blinks, turning to his other, exasperated, father in silent question.

“Harry, will you please tell your Dad that this is my hair and I can do with it as I please?”

“Not when you promised yourself to me!” Dad yelps and Harry is hit with an intense wave of regret at instigating this.

“Promised—?”

“Yes! Our wedding, you said, and I quote, ‘I give myself to you, James Potter, mind, body and soul’, don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Of course I didn’t forget,” Papa throws his hands up in the air. “But c’mon James—this is not what I meant when I said body!”

“What, you think I only wanted you for that ars—“

“Dad!” Harry, yelps, mortified. He can feel his cheeks heating in a violent blush. He can feel a similar flush creeping up Papa’s neck. Sadly, his words don’t have the deterring effect he’d intended.

“I mean, it is spectacular, don’t get me wrong, but you’re more than just a beautiful body, Si!”

“James, please, have some mercy for our child, if not me,” Papa says. Thankfully, this seems to register as Dad’s eye widened, part horror and part apology. Harry waves it away tiredly; though he’s no less embarrassed every time it happens, growing up in the Potter household with two extremely affectionate parents has exposed him to much worse. He’s accepted it as his lot in life.

“Er—yeah, anyway,” he coughs, ruffling his hair, “Bottom line—Sirius isn’t allowed to dye his hair.”

“I literally never agreed to that.”

“Too bad because you will,” Dad says, slowly moving towards Papa with a look on his face that Harry is loath to describe as predatory. If only it wasn’t so true.

“Oh?” Papa’s left eyebrow rises extraordinarily high, as it tends to do quite often. He crosses his arms over his chest in challenge. The motion makes his Dad smile.

“Mhm.” The two of them are chest-to-chest by this point, staring into each other’s eyes. Harry could probably conduct a whole rave party right here, right then, and they wouldn’t even notice. That is when he decides it’s high time he should step in—not literally, Merlin, no—before they end up doing something that makes him try to run away (again).

“So I was right—it is a kink,” Harry says dryly, once again regretting starting this entire conversation in the first place. He should’ve just turned back around and gone to the Weasleys instead.

“Harry, no—“

x

Three years later, Harry—who’s almost blissfully forgotten about the entire incident—walks into his parents’ house to an almost identical scene, just with his Papa on top this time. This time, he makes the sensible choice he still regrets not making all those years ago, and walks right back out the door.

Let those two sort it out on their own. Merlin knows his intervention hadn’t helped a bit the last time around.

[chewwypepsicola]

TALK ABOUT YELLOWBLUE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

UHM UHHH UHHHH yellowblue after ep 30 are very much inseparable from each other, the gang has just been made aware of how fucked up Blue was left after The Lava Incident and yellow has become slightly more protective of him, they move in together as in they now properly share a room and it’s all so domestic and sweet yellow decides he’s might be too young in stickman standards but he doesn’t care he’s going to marry blue cause something something celebration of love also he is deadly afraid of losing her so he wants to make their relationship as meaningful as possible and so he proposes, he tells Blue to meet him at the portal wearing his best clothes cause it’s a date a whole day just for them, they go to a new different place which is a minecraft flower field/forest and as they hang out and are being their usual lovey dovey selves yellow proposes and blue has to take a moment to process it all, he definitely cries a lot and for a minute cause of how happy it makes her and aauuughhhhhhhHhhH,,, they are engaged now,,,, they lay on a nice clearing and watch the sunset before going back home, they’ve decided the rest can know about it when they notice the promise rings,

[elletromil]

As someone who listen to songs on repeat a lot, there is something just so nice about starting to listen to a new album from an artist i like, fully entending tolisten to it all once... But then by the first or second second already going, welp, gotta listen to this song multiple times in a row before i can move on

[jjba-smash-or-pass]

[ennas-aesthetic]

by the river hebrus i sat down and wept

rated T, ~2,200 words

Tags: The Sandman Comics Spoilers; Canon-Compliant; The Song of Orpheus; Dream being a Father; Dream and Baby Orpheus; Flashbacks; Major Character Death; Character Study; References to Ancient Greek Religion and Lore; Angst and Tragedy; Grief/Mourning; Dream is Oneiros

Summary:

“I am no longer your son.”

It has taken him aback – a blow to the chest, a dagger to the ribs – that by the time Oneiros pulls himself together Orpheus has already walked away. Back ramrod-straight and unflinching: the final word.

༻❁༺

There is a wedding somewhere, in the pastures and vales of Aeolia, by the banks of the river Pineios.

Or: The Song of Orpheus in Dream’s Perspective. One shot.

The fic has a playlist! Listen to it here.

___________________________

“Must it be on his wedding night?”

Her face crumples. “Oh, Dream.” She takes both of his hands into hers. She runs warm, warmer than most mortals. Oneiros feels the heat scorch the ice in his veins. “Do you remember what I told you, the day Orpheus was born?”

He pulls away, the offense actually coloring his wan cheeks. 

“I need no reminder,” he snarls. It is the truth; he remembers the day his son was born. His subsequent presentation to Oneiros’ siblings, when all except Potmos were surprised that their nephew was human. The son of a goddess and a concept deified, and he was human. Flesh, and blood, and bone. Ephemeral, fragile. He remembers the shot of panic he tried to deny as Teleute, cooing, took the babe in her arms. How soon after she took him aside, placed a hand on his shoulder. Told him the words he had expected, though never wanted to hear: “He is mortal, Dream.”

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[transingthoseformers]

Swinlock battletrap earthspark au.

When lockdown found out about the slaughter of the combaticons, he took battletrap, who has the capability to transform into a combiner component, and ran away. He assumed swindle to be dead, and so him and battletrap just live on the death's head, far, far away from ghost and the other decepticons.

Swindle is heartbroken that lockdown and his son have seemingly disappeared, which is why he clings on to his brother so hard.

Damnnnn, I can see why he did that (plus in general to me? Lockdown feels like both the type of mech GHOST would target but also the kind who'd have a good chance of getting away)

And ohhh Swindle must've worried so much about them, oh.