#your honor they are everything to me

[the-littlest-laney]

WE’RE SOOOOOOO FUCKING BACK!!!! JUNIOR YEAR BABY!!!

a classic double post from yours truly

[cuddlykanin]

Okay I can't be the only one who gets so much joy out of him unconsciously doing cat things in the cat suit - like okay I know it's a cat power-up but technically it's just supposed to give him cat reflexes and abilities, not behaviors. When he dodges DK's swing, his cat ears flip down and back, when DK is running at him or moving in an unpredictable way he arches his back, when he was taking in the praise from the crowd he started kneading little biscuits on DK's back. I just love these cute little details they make me so happy

Bonus Tanooki tail wag because it makes me so so happy and I could talk about it for hours and I think more people need to acknowledge it

[corrodedbisexual]

Voyager in the Green room during the 2nd Semi Final (video)

[bishopsmacaroni]

*Yelena stands in her underwear and searches through Kate's wardrobe* Yelena: Do you like this shirt on me? Kate: Yeah. Yelena: What about that jacket? Kate: Nice. Yelena: Can we buy an elephant? Kate: Yeah... wait, what? Yelena: You're not even listening to me, babe. You're just staring at my boobs. Kate: Well, damn, what am I supposed to do? They're right in front of my face and I think I can actually hear them calling for me.

[whoevrwhatevr]

SVU Barisi Head Canons

[strawberrryangel]

dean, talking to cesar and jesse, who are literally canonically husbands: what’s it like settling down with a hunter?

me: hey. hey so. hey so dean. hey dean why would. hey dean why would you ask. hey dean why would you ask that. hey dean why would you—

[mx-legend-of-faye]

I’m sure someone on here somewhere has made a similar post to this but…

Time and Wild bonding over their moon trauma. Time and Wild bonding just in general. Time and Malon just kind of adopting Wild. Twilight joining their little family as somewhere between a dad and older brother to Wild. Just those four being a family. Epona being there too.

The rest of the chain being like the cousins you see mainly on holidays except they see each other all the time and they’re more like brothers too.

Malon and Wild cooking together. Twilight and Wild helping take care of Epona together. Time and Wild outside watching the moon, making sure it’s acting normal on a night neither of them can sleep. Time and Malon using Wild’s slate to take pictures of Twilight and Wild when the two of them sleep in accidentally.

The whole chain + Malon taking a family picture with Wild’s slate. That being one of Wild’s favorite pictures right alongside the one of him, the other champions, and Zelda.

[geekinscomics]

G-G-G-GOMENS….

[waters-and-the-wilde]

‘who are you hiding the snacks from rita?’ ‘MEEEEEE 😭’

[piastristimtams]

imago images

[mary-claire-art]

Dungeon Masters Sketches

[bluest-planet]

Queer platonic hearthotel is so funny to me sometimes bc all i can imagine is them w the dumb joke i have w some people like; "awww looks like someone just needs a lil kiss on da lips to make em feel better ówò?" Like they'd be so insufferable like a little lion pack thats all lounging lazily on each other or like. Looney toons ass cloud where someone ends up beat up and other is covered in multicolored lipstick stains. Or just being menaces at a tea cafe making friendship bracelets or studying and sharing their drinks bc everyone wanted to try at LEAST 2 different things on menu but settled for sharing so they didn't end up with 20 drinks. I am a firm believe they share a bedroom with enough bunk beds for everyone. Its either that or they have a comically large bed with a striped color coded blanket like the power puff girls

[bishopsmacaroni]

Yelena: My girlfriend is too tall for me to kiss her on the lips. What should I do? Natasha: Punch her in the stomach, then when she doubles over in pain, kiss her. America: Tackle her. Cassie: Dump her. Kamala: Kick her in the shin. Kate: NO TO ALL OF THOSE! JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN!

[whoevrwhatevr]

I can’t do everything but I’ll do anything for you

I can’t do anything except be in love with you

& all I do is miss you and the way we used to be

[marimindfog]

welcoming posie's bestest buddy (buggy): pebble the roly poly!

he has an attitude despite being so small, he has the cutest angry face tho its all just baby chub and pouts

(i cant choose whether or not he'd make little kitty noises or puppy noises)

[tickle-bugs]

If you are comfortable with this, could you write one with Barbara and Adam Maitland with the dialogue “you may not find my dad jokes funny, but I have other ways of making you laugh.”

i realized only after i finished this that i forgot to include the dialogue NOOOOOOO

this is the same premise tho, hope u enjoy it!!!

Not a House, But a Home

“Honey, can you fix us some lunch while I finish this up?” Barbara calls, dropping her paintbrush into the glue bucket. She gathers up the remaining wallpaper as neat as possible and sets it out of the way.  

This house of theirs is really starting to feel like a home. A little too big for just the two of them, but there’s nothing to be done about that. That ‘expanding the family’ conversation always ends in a depressingly existential place, and well…why think about that when she can put up new wallpaper?

The sickly yellow of the original house had always felt like a bad omen, but she’s hoping this pastel brocade will really liven up the place. Maybe the green would bring them some luck in their new lives. 

“Adam, I’m hungry,” Barbara calls again, frowning at where the wallpaper’s already starting to lift. 

She’s never claimed to be good at renovations, anyways. Thank god she didn’t start with their disaster of a bathroom. 

“Hi hungry, I’m dad.” Adam calls back, rounding the corner with a glowing smile. 

“Ha ha.” Barbara puts her hands on her hips and huffs a strand of hair out of her face. 

“You’ll never believe what I found in one of our boxes.” Adam brandishes a worn, bright blue book with garish text on the cover. The saturation is so intense that Barbara can hardly read it. He flips through it, muttering to himself, and stops on a random page.

“What’s brown and sticky?” He reads, mischief dancing in his eyes. She stares blankly at him.

“A stick!” He laughs—genuinely laughs, as if Barbara had told the joke herself. She rolls her eyes fondly. 

“Aw, I thought that one would get you.” Adam pouts. 

“Dad jokes just aren’t funny.” She shrugs. He flips through the book again.

“What kind of drink can be both bitter and sweet?” Adam pauses dramatically. “Reali-tea.”

“That’s just depressing, babe.” Barbara sighs. 

“You’re right. Oh! Here’s another one—when does a dad joke become a dad joke? When it becomes…apparent. Get it? Apparent?” He wheezes, nudging her shoulder. She smiles, but more at his antics than anything. 

“Yes, I get it. You goofball.” She swats his shoulder. 

“But you still didn’t laugh.” He frowns.

“Traditionally, people laugh at jokes that are funny. I don’t think your book is going to help you with that.” She kisses his cheek, resigning to make lunch herself while Adam works this little tangent out of his system. 

“No, wait, I’ve got a winner.” Adam tosses the book onto the dining room table. He wraps his arms around her waist from behind, stopping her escape to the kitchen. 

“How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” 

“Uhm…I dunno?” Barbara instinctually leans back into him, looking fondly up and over her shoulder at his giddy face. 

“Ten-tickles!” 

“Waitwaitwait, Adam! Ohoho nohoho!” Barbara tosses her head back into his shoulder as he tickles her. He kisses her temple as if he isn’t the problem. 

“So you do find my jokes funny!” Adam gasps happily. Barbara squirms in his grasp, her whole face scrunched with laughter. 

“N-No I don’t!” 

“Then why are you laughing?” Adam asks directly into her neck. He’s wise enough to dart out of the way, having enough past practice getting headbutted by her to be quick in his shenanigans. He zips between the sides of her neck, planting fluttery little kisses that make her knees and lungs go weak. 

Barbara cackles, slapping her hands over her mouth to muffle herself. Adam tickles her ribs because he’s mean, he’s so mean, and she grabs his wrists instead. He picks her up a little, vibrating a claw into her stomach, and she kicks her legs with everything she has. 

“Hey. Hey Barbara. What kind of music do chiropractors listen to?” He squeezes her sides, ensuring nothing but squeals can escape her. “They listen to hip pop!” 

“Adam!”

“Wanna hear a joke about construction? Ah, sorry. Still working on it.” 

“Okay, okahahay, you’re funny!” She pats his hand frantically, doubling over in his arms. He lets her go, but not without one last squeeze to the waist. She grabs his hands before he can get any more ideas.

He kisses her, one of those great big mwahs! that she never gets tired of. God, he’s a dork. Her dork. 

“‘Kay, now it’s definitely sandwich time.” She pats his chest, sucking in a deep, giggly breath. Her legs are still a little wobbly underneath her.

“Y’know, I’ve been trying to write a song about sandwiches.” Adam grins. 

“Don’t—“

“It’s really more of a wrap.” 

Barbara sighs with fond exasperation. Adam leans in for another kiss, running off to the kitchen with a yelp when she pinches his side. She waits until she hears the clanging of utensils to release the chuckle she’s holding.  

“A wrap. Classic.” She shakes her head and snickers.