#the boss baby spoilers

[knightinink]

GUYS NO FUCKING WAY-

TILLA OH MY GOD LETS GOOOOO

THIS SCENE LOOKS SO SWEET

[nyxofdemons]

THE WAY THAT THEY INVENTED ROMANCE WITH THIS SONG???? HELLO?????

[watchyourbuck]

*Buck and Tommy all giddy and blushy at their date*

Eddie: *appearing from under the floorboards*

Eddie: lmao what are we ordering

[dramamines]

Crooked from Helluva Boss and Loser, Baby from Hazbin Hotel have so many similarities and parallels, I've been thinking about this all day

you're weird, but so am I

just because bad things have happened to you, doesn't mean you're undeserving of love

we're all a bit fucked up, just some more than others

you're not alone in this

you are a loser, that's true, but I still love/care about you

[sandstworm]

gift 💕💕

[mayaishiipeters]

colin speedrunning thru careers this season by waitressing AND running for office in like two episodes. ok barbie colin robinson

[sweet-marigold]

:(

[not-eli]

Hazbin Hotel spoilers below!

Stolitz got me so traumatized that the moment Angel and Husker started discussing I was afraid af we were gonna have some more angst. But NO, mfs just sang a WHOLE ASS SONG about sucking and being absolute losers together and I'm so here for it

[adhdwtf]

i think i’ve seen this film before …

[phoenix--flying]

"remember who the real enemy is" can we take a moment as a fandom to remember that kronos was the big bad and luke was just a puppet for him

like yes he did bad things but he was literally being manipulated and PUNISHED (canonically, he mentions kronos punished him in tlt) and this started when he was 17 THAT WE KNOW OF it could've started earlier since thalia was meant to be the prophecy child

like luke or not, PLEASE remember kronos is the main antagonist of the first series, luke was just a pawn like the other ta kids

thank you for ur time

[knightinink]

hey did you guys know I really love him

[nyxofdemons]

THIS IS THE ONLY THING THAT HAS EVER MATTERED

[the-one-with-spider-brainrot]

Cult of the lamb updated so yknow what that means? thats right more doodles of this fam and this fam alone yippee!!

I was not expecting the crown to jumpscare talk to me so now it gets a personality that’s fun

[mrcarmenile]

my notes/thoughts on hazbin hotel episode four! spoilers ahead

i have sooooo many words for this episode

here are some unorganized thoughts

loser baby was the most perfectest adorable beautiful thing ever (also as a person who is positively nihilistic, it’s very relatable)

im hopping on the huskerdust train, 100% on board

also the dressing room scene had me GAGGED. blake roman is so talented. i was shocked. i was BLOWN AWAY. the cracks in his voice, the SADNESS, the hopelessness, i can HEAR the tears and i can HEAR the fear, i can FEEL the pain. blake, i never doubted you and i never fucking will. your performance was incredible.

oh also joel perez popped tf off. i hate val with a burning passion and his voice is so perfect and manipulative and i just wanted to punt him 🤠 joel is so good at bringing valentino’s pure cruelty to life, i was SO uncomfortable and emotional watching that scene. huge props

but seriously blake had me SHOOK. the way he delivered so many of the lines—the emotional ones, the frantic ones, the funny ones. all perfect. i would point them all out but we would be here all day. (but i HAAAAAVE TO SAY THAT THE WAY HE DELIVERED “do you know what i’m worth?!” OR WHATEVER THE LINE WAS GAVE ME GOOSEBUMPS. OH MY GOD.)

the poison sequence had me flinching and gagging and almost crying

and once again. husk and angel were peak in this episode, i’m obsessed with them in the last quarter of the episode. way more wholesome and perfect than i could have ever imagined — two addict losers who sold their souls to psychotic overlords, but they’re in it together! i love that SO much.

also keith’s vocals in loser baby had me WEAK i love his voice so fucking much

i also love how charlie got some development in this episode!! i NEED to see her in demon mode again, i was blown away.

never getting over this episode lmao 😃

[willowshimmer]

HIS FACE! IS SO CUTE! I JUST WANNA SCRUNTCH IT UP AND SQUEEZE IT!

[britishassistant]

An Act of Infinite Optimism

Apollo notices it quickest.

Some might say he could have been quicker on the uptake, which, okay, rude. He’d like to see this hypothetical some do any better, considering the circumstances.

He thinks he can be forgiven for being somewhat distracted given he and Trucy found Lamiroir unresponsive inside an instrument case.

So no, he doesn’t notice while he’s sent Trucy to get help, staying to make sure Lamiroir keeps breathing, that whoever hurt her doesn’t come back to finish the job.

(Every time he blinks, Mr. LeTouse’s face swims in front of his eyes, gasping his last terrified breaths as Apollo can do nothing. He’s not letting that happen again. He won’t.)

But once help has arrived, after Ema’s let them ride in the squad car with her to the Hickfield clinic, and they’ve received the news that Lamiroir is going to be all right?

Things fall into place fast enough to give him whiplash.

It’s the first time Apollo’s seen her without her mantle, is the thing. And his brain, in between being desperately glad she’s okay and dutifully recording her account of the attack, absentmindedly notes that she has the same stickity-up cowlick Trucy gets whenever her top hat is removed.

It must be a thing that people with that kind of wavy hair share, he assumes, as they have the same pseudo-curls framing their faces and fighting to escape the confines of their respective hair ties. True, Trucy’s hair is a much darker shade than the singer’s, almost verging on black, but apart from that, she could have a career as a Lamiroir impersonator later in life. It may not pay as well as magic, but she’d be able to pull it off. Especially with how similar their noses are.

In fact, call him crazy, but Lamiroir’s eyes and Trucy’s are practically the exact same shadOHMYGOD.

“Polly?”

“I’MFINE!” Bursts from the Chords of Steel before he can stop it. “I, uh. I stubbed my toe!”

Trucy cocks her head to the side, squinting at him. “How? There isn’t anything to.”

“I stubbed it. On my shoe.” Apollo lies.

Trucy’s squint only gets more pronounced, but thankfully Lamiroir’s real doctor comes in with the chart that corroborates her testimony.

She doesn’t bring it up as they head back to Sunshine Coliseum to see if he can get anything more out of “Uncle” Valant, but Apollo’s mind keeps darting between the evidence for the actual court case which is his job and the evidence for this completely insane hypothesis that‘s probably a product of stress. Or sleep deprivation. Or both.

He just needs proof that this is nothing but a delusion. Then it’ll stop bugging him.

Which is why he awkwardly asks, “So, if Valant was partners with your father, was he friends with your mother too?”

Trucy freezes.

Only for a moment. To anyone else, it looks as though she’s smiling bright as usual as she follows along beside him.

But even without his bracelet tightening around his wrist, he can spot her fingers pinching the folds of her cloak.

“I dunno! I mean, she musta been, since Uncle Valant and Daddy were best friends and partners!” It’s almost impressive how she deflects the question.

“But you’re not sure?” He probes gently. “Trucy, if you don’t wanna tell me, it’s okay. I trust you, I just wanted—“

“No, it’s fine!” She grins, a brilliant performance. “I can’t really remember Mommy too well—Daddy always said when I was really little, one of her tricks went wrong and she vanished! Somewhere where even Daddy, who’s the best magician of all time, couldn’t find her! Unlucky, huh?”

“Yeah,” Apollo says, screaming internally. “Unlucky.”

Spotting Ema spraying for blood in the hall where Lamiroir said she was attacked is so great a relief Apollo thinks he might faint.

“Trucy, do you think you could try to find Valant for me?” He leans against a wall in what he hopes is a casual way, crossing his legs. “I’m kinda worn out from…everything, and you probably have some magician experience that lets you know where he’ll pop up, right.”

Trudy gives him that suspicious, squinty look again, before she snickers.

“Really, Polly, I’m not that delicate! You can just say, ‘oh I need to go to the bathroom’, you don’t need to dance around it all the time!”

“WH—!” Apollo sputters, “No, I—!”

“Feel free to take your time, Polly!” Trucy sing-songs as she skips away. “I’ll bring Uncle Valant to the stage when you’re done!”

An aggravated groan drags itself out of Apollo’s chest. He cares about Trucy, but he’d really appreciate it if she stopped trying to kill him with embarrassment.

“If it’s that bad, you could always use the staff bathroom.” Pipes up the detective behind him. “It’s down the hall and—“

“I DON’T NEED TO!” The Chords of Steel interject.

At Ema’s disapproving glare, he clears his throat, focuses on his volume modulation. “I just, uh, needed to talk to you about something. In private.”

Ema lowers the spray bottle. “About the case? But why send Trucy away?”

“Not…about the case, exactly? But it’s not unrelated, per se…”

“I haven’t got time for riddles, Apollo.” Ema says, folding her arms. “Just spit it out already!”

Apollo exhales.

“I think Lamiroir might be Trucy’s birth mother.”

Ema stares at him.

“This isn’t just because they have brown hair and blue eyes, is it?” One hand begins to rifle through her satchel in a now familiar search for Snackoos. “Because I have brown hair and blue eyes, Apollo, and last I checked the only family member I’ve got is coming up for parole upstate—“

“No, thAT’S—?!” Apollo focuses on forcing his voice down to a harsh whisper. “Okay, fine, it was kind of based on that, but your eyes aren’t the exact same color as Trucy’s. Lamiroir’s are. And the similarities don’t stop there!”

At Ema’s doubtful gaze, he persists. “Plus, Trucy said her mom ‘vanished’ when she was little, which lines up with Lamiroir saying she can’t recall any of her past before she and Machi got their start—even if she did, Lamiroir may not recognize Trucy now she’s gotten older, especially since she only has Trucy’s voice to go on! Trucy herself admitted that she was so young, she had very little memory of her birth mother! And, she introduced herself as Trucy Wright, not—!“

“Okay, okay.” The sharp munching of Snackoos cuts off his tirade as Ema continues. “You have a lot of talk. But that doesn’t actually prove any relation between the two suspects here. Could just be a whole load of weird coincidences.”

“Suspects?” Apollo mouths to himself.

“No, what we need is definitive evidence.” Ema shakes her head, popping one last Snackoo into her mouth. “Decisive evidence.”

She flips her glasses down over her eyes. “And the only way to get that, is through Science.”

Apollo blinks at her, overcome with a looming sense of foreboding. “We?”

“Yes, Apollo.” Ema grins victoriously. “We.”