#this is just a silly little ramble

[maplesugarcookie]

Lego Monkie Kid Season Five (brain worms)

Is anyone else worried about the literal hierarchy of heaven now that there's no ruler? I speculate that our hero gang will most likely fall into helping Nezha fix/run heaven. But where will the Jade Emperor's power's go? Will another celestial like Erlang take the power and take on the throne as Emperor, or will it be Nezha? If Nezha will be playing a bigger role, will we get to see more of his backstory?

Of course there's also questions surrounding MK, who's having an identity crisis as he's slowly losing his mind with the revelations of Season Four. For example, his newfound monkey form and the tease of Nuwa, the goddess of creation who created MK, basically his mother. Also, side note, but his fight with Azure Lion almost seemed to hint at a villain arch for our hero protagonist.

Something that's been plaguing me, and the rest of the Lego Monkie Kid community, I'm sure, is the backstory between Wukong and Macaque. How was their life together before the Brotherhood? How was Macaque formed/born? Perhaps even by extension, we'll learn more about the stories of each of the members of the Brotherhood. Peng disappeared at the end of Season Four and we can only assume that Yellow Tusk has been taken in for trial regrading the crimes of his brothers. How many of the memories shared by everyone were true? The Lady Bone Demon could have possibly erased their memories for her own sake in her prime.

Speaking of the Lady Bone Demon, what happened to the Mayor after we last saw them tied up in the underground library near the end of Season Three? Will they ever be making their return as with a minor or major antagonist? Or perhaps even team up like other minor antagonists have, such as Yin, Jin, and Scorpion Queen? Would they team up with Peng, who's also gone missing with no further explanation? Or maybe even the new antagonist we were introduced to, the Ten Kings, in hope of somehow reviving the Lady Bone Demon herself?

The Ten Kings are guardians of the underworld, to my understanding, and keepers of the Scroll of Memory. I wonder if they had talked with Azure Lion previous to Season Four or if they were the ones to remotely release him from the scroll? And are they all antagonistic or is it just the one we see checking out the Scroll of Memory?

Lots is to be expected to happen in Season Five!

[haunted-xander]

I made this AAAAGES ago and forgot to post it and now I'm annoyed by how it's rotting away on my phone so here. Bratty teen Thancred being a menace to Fourchenault (and a bad influence on Urianger lol)

[flowercrowngods]

Steve startles awake, disoriented and filled with a slight bout of panic — as always when he takes a nap that turns into five hours of deep sleep and catapults him right into the next dimension for a while there.

Heart racing, he blinks his dark bedroom into existence, and it takes him a while to realise where he is and what woke him up.

And then the landline phone on his nightstand rings again, and he exhales deeply before reaching for it with clumsy, sluggish movements.

“‘Ello?”

“Steve,” comes Eddie’s sing-song voice from the other end, washing over Steve in a soothing way that leaves him falling back into the pillows. He clutches the phone to his ear as he closes his eyes, the smile already forming at how happy Eddie sounds. He rarely sings Steve’s name like that. He should do it more often.

“Hi there.” His voice sounds like shit. Like he just took a — Jesus Christ, has it really been four hours? Well. He sounds exactly like someone who took a four-hour nap after a shit day at work would sound like.

There’s fumbling on the other end, but it stops suddenly. “Did I wake you? Shit man, I thought it was past nap time.”

“I don’t have nap time,” Steve grumbles, actually pouting at Eddie’s words and realising only a second too late how ridiculous he sounds.

“Sure, man, whatever you say. We all know you’re actually just a life-sized toddler.”

Steve sputters, sitting up against his headboard as he gradually wakes up. “Hey! Also, I don’t think you actually understand what life-sized means.”

“Yes, I do.”

Steve shakes his head at this ridiculous, ridiculous man. “What exactly do you think a non-life-sized toddler looks like, Eduardissimo?”

“Like Dustin.”

The answer is so quick and deadpan, Steve cannot contain the laugh that bursts out of him, waking him up quicker and gentler than anything else in the world could have, and he revels in the sound of Eddie joining him. He must look so smug right now, and so damn proud of himself. Steve wants to see him. Wants to kiss that smile right from his lips and replace it with something a lot more genuine.

“You’re an asshole,” he says instead, pulling his blanket further around him as he lifts his knees to sit more comfortably.

Eddie hums, still teasing somehow with just that noise, and Steve just can’t stop smiling. “You like me so much, Harrington.”

“Hmm,” he mirrors Eddie’s hum, but even he can hear the smile on his face. “Jury’s still out on that one, actually.”

“Any tendencies yet on the verdict?”

“Nope, they can’t decide.”

Eddie snorts at that, and Steve has no idea how that can sound so sweet. But it does. He buries his smile in his knees for a bit, the blanket hot around his burning cheeks. He’s hopeless.

“Well, let me know as soon as they do, yeah?”

“Will do,” he laughs, ruining all his attempts to sound solemn. “So what’s up? Why’d you call?”

“Oh!” And suddenly it’s like a switch has been flipped and Eddie doesn’t sound teasing and smug anymore, but instead just fucking giddy! “I have a bed now!”

Steve smiles at it. At that voice, that tone, that infectious emotion. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” More fumbling on the other end, and Steve can only imagine that Eddie is rolling around in his newly acquired bed.

Who’s the life-sized toddler now, hm?

“No more sleeping on the floor for this Munson boy, nuh-uh, my good sir! We are in possession of a bed now. A wooden bed, no fancy headboard or anything, just…”

“Just a bed,” Steve says, feeling like he’s about to burst into a million little particles of fondness and affection and the never-ending need to kiss Eddie. To hold him. To touch him in any way he can. “That’s great, Edsie.”

“It is, Stevesie.”

“Man, I hate you so much,” Steve squints at the ceiling and laughs, actually kicking his feet, the minute breeze providing a little relief for the heat in his face.

And Eddie has no business to sound so smug when he says, “Yeah, you do.”

A pause then, and it feels loaded even through the phone. Steve clutches it closer to his face, hoping stupidly that Eddie can feel it.

“You should come hate me in my new bed.”

Steve’s breath hitches, and his brain shuts off for a hot second there. Before he can overthink this, he decides to just… play along. And listen to what his heart has been telling him for months now.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, breathless still, but his whole body tingles with just these two words. With the possibility they bring. The offer that they are. The question. The everything that’s stored in them.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and he sounds just as breathless. “I mean, if— If you want to?”

“I do.” Steve swallows. “Right, uh— Right now?”

“Whenever.” And it sounds more like an As soon as possible.

“Okay,” Steve breathes, scrambling out of bed as quickly as possible, pulling off his shirt with the phone still pressed to his ear, letting out an embarrassing noise as it gets tangled in a mess of cord and fabric. He scrambles to free it, almost dropping it in the process. “I’ll be there in thirty.”

“To come look at my new bed?”

“Sure.”

On the other end, Eddie laughs again, but he still sounds just as breathless as Steve does. Just as excited. As fragile. Just as many fucking things.

“Alright,” Eddie murmurs, though Steve can still hear the smile. “I’ll see you then.”

And then he hangs up before either of them can get lost in their own heads about this sudden certainty of change. Steve is grateful for the steady noise of the dial tone reminding him that this is happening. But that nothing has to happen.

It’s a nice bed, he finds hours later, fingers combing through Eddie’s hair who’s cuddling him half asleep. It’s the best fucking bed he’s ever seen, if only because it led to this.

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[nottheweirdest]

Somehow this meme just keeps getting more relatable...

[snufkins-boot]

Dc x dp idea: time travel yaaaay

Danny, Sam and Tucker get back from fixing some errors in the time line in France just before the French Revolution.

And sure Danny got mistaken for a French aristocrat that had died the day before they got there but it wasn’t to bad, it only made their jobs easier. It won’t be a problem for them.

Meanwhile Constantine, Batman and whoever the fuck else (imma say Hal, I love that green bitch) are exploring an abandoned manor in France after there being reports of strange, violent activity, and with their latest teammate Phantom not picking up their calls Constantine had to pull these two with him instead.

“Hey guys, Phantom’s a ghost, right?”

Hal sounds hesitant as Constantine replies

“Yes, why?”

“I think I found a picture of him living.”

and there on the wall is a picture of a long dead french aristocrat, with black hair and blue eyes but every other detail the same as Phantom’s

There on the wall sits a photo of Daniel Nightingale, a teenager who was possessed by a demon and killed two servants, then himself.

[taolaoo]

Sometimes I think about how John felt when he turned thirty-seven and became older than Arthur. Did he think about it, or did he not think about it at all? Just woke up one day and suddenly realized he was older than his older brother. Was there some kind of dissonance in his mind? Or did he not allow himself to think about it because just the mere thought of outliving Arthur would send his brain into a spiral, revealing all those ugly wounds?

Maybe he woke up and thought, "How ridiculous," because even in the worst scenarios, he couldn't imagine that a strong man like Arthur would die without seeing what John had accomplished.

But life is what it is, he thought.

He's thirty-seven, he's gotten older, but no matter how old he gets, the image of Arthur in his head will always be older. Because that's how he remembers him.

Just his big brother, the voice of reason that even in his final moments was able to guide him on the right path.

[quirkle2]

glowing freckles cuz i think that's sick as hell

[tariah23]

Watari Rei draws the most ideal Musashi’s-

[enamoredwithbella]

what is like the specific tag so i can just see percy jackson fics about PERSEUS FUCKING JACKSON IS THAT SO HARD TO ASK

[ruporas]

pre-trimax

[torturedpoetdean]

imagine one day you’re on your third flight of the day doing your silly little flight attendant job and you’re exhausted, and ready to be home, and you’re smiling and dissociating as your greet passengers as they come on board and suddenly in walks jensen ackles, dean winchester himself, and he smiles and says “thanks” as you hand him a silly little disinfectant wipe. You proceed to hand the basket of wipes to your coworker as you rush to the bathroom to have a full blown panic attack because DEAN FUCKING WINCHESTER is on your flight and you are going to have to talk to him and interact with him and be professional and pretend you aren’t having a meltdown cause you would know those eye crinkles ANYWHERE. Imagine you’re taking dinner orders and you’re repeating to yourself in your head “be profesional, smile and ask for his order, just breathe” and he proceeds to order the cheeseburger and a whiskey neat and your brain short circuits and in your most sarcastic tone out of your mouth comes “yeah sure thing dean” AND THEN YOUR BRAIN EXPLODES CAUSE YOU JUST SAID THAT OUT LOUD TO JENSEN FUCKING ACKLES!!!!! Anyways he laughs and says “my wife says that all the time” then you proceed to die and blackout and work the rest of the flight on autopilot yeah imagine if that happened 😅

[fayendere]

never letting anyone, lucifer or myself forget abt this msg. oh my god…. HE WOULD SEND YOU MESSAGES DURING THE DAY TO LIKE… TEASE U… SIGH…… UGHHH H HHHH….. AND THEN ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED…….UUGUGUGUGHGHHH H HH H HH H HH!!!!!! 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

in this msg he was drunk and i MHDHBCBC CDRUNK LUCIFER IS NEVER NOT HILARIOUS TO MEE OMFG og obey me players will remember the msg he sends in swd where he is literally laughing and giggling like a school girl saying how he misses us IT’S GEN CRAZY omfg im getting nostalgic remember the bitter coffee msg where the more bitter the coffee is the more the person who made it for you loves you omfg

part of me misses og obey me and then i go into nightbringer and see how much easier it is to get tickets and.. LMFOAOAO only thing that makes me die inside about nightbringeris #1 THE FACETIME CALLS LFMAKOAAOOAOAOAO OH YM GODDDDD (/hj) and #2 the fucking skill requirements 😭😭 as much as i hate it it’s actually a really good design choice bc previously raising the skill of a card was practically completely ignored and not necessary at all, it was sooo ignored it was gen crazy i remember it sm so at the end of the day as much as it’s a FUCKING PAIN it gives the skill mechanic way more purpose and stuff also it’s pretty rewarding when i finally fucking get my lucifer anniversary ur to skill level 5. 😐 or when i can’t make a card 5 starred because i don’t have skill level 2… or when i can’t get the PREMIUM IMAGE BECAUSE YOU NEED SKILL LEVEL 2 TO GET IT.

thankfully i saved my ur+ skill level up cards and i was able to get both Lucifer’s anniversary premium image, his naked one as well as barbatos’s naked one (yay!!!!! :3) this turned into a complete silly rant pardon my ignorance dear chap 🧐 (satire i promiseHEKPP)

[ayverx]

I live and die by this picture

[qcomicsy]

I think it would be so much funnier if the Gotham Civilians could interact more with the heros in comics.

Imagine there's this guy your usual joe that Batman just saved from being one of Poison Ivy's hostage and he still on Batman's arms say's "Have you ever thought about just making this big pesticide?"

And Batman just look at him.

And he goes

"Gee Okay just a thought."

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Mks so good at pretending he's a silly goofy guy he's got the entire fandom fooled

[nervocat]

Boothill gives cat vibes honestly.. like he'd be the cat to follow you around and stay attached to your hip when he doesn't have anything to do.

Very affectionate as well. Since his head is the only thing he can feel your touch from, he'll nuzzle into the crook of your neck like a cat would bump it's head against you asking for affection.

Boothill likes to put his weight on you as well. He'll lay on your chest, when your standing he'll hug your wait from the back and lean on you (which makes you stumble bc of his heavy metal body, but you manage to (maybe) stay standing. Maybe you'd fall).

On the other side though, he's very sassy. Pobably. Like Boothill would bite you (playfully + spitefully, depending), keep you from moving, say (silly) snarky remarks, you get it. Maybe.

But yeah um. I'm tired and ik I have more thoughts on this specificly but I can post more later.. gn reader btw and didn't proofread this.