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still having a crisis

At least this is happening

“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

harry potter meme: [2/4] locations. ↳ Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles which were floating in mid-air over four long tables, where the rest of the students where sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets.

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*SLAPS COMIC DOWN* WHO WANTS SOME CHAGGIE ANGST!?

Edit to add: Mood music for this one is Counting Stars by NINA

In all seriousness, the really fast reconciliation between Vaggie and Charlie was kinda upsetting to me in that they really didn't *talk* about the issue at all on screen. I understand fully that the low episode count was the likely reason for this. I know they HAD to talk about it at some point before the final battle, though. The entirely unnecessary full-demon rage glare Charlie was giving the defeated Lute seems to lend credence to that theory, at least. Charlie knew what Lute did to Vaggie, even beyond the battle bruises Vaggie had just gotten. Anywayyyy... this is my personal take on how that conversation went down. Used it as a fun experiment with a different coloring style, as well. Enjoy!!

can a kitty and a puppy be friends

"I never would have given you to them. Not for anything" - Silco

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

Tom and Zawe are having a baby!! So excited for them!!

*excited screaming, scurries off to read*

Aeber’s Piety’s first chapter, Thieves’ Reckoning, is up on Ao3!

Therion’s life is that of a leaf in the wind, being dragged around either by fate or by those with more power than him, going where his feet take him or where he’s told to go — but for the first time, he makes a stand and refuses the hand that was forced upon him.

Or; Gareth lives.

I WANT AN ONLINE FRIEND :)

Hi! I'm Cloudy! A good chunk of my friends have online friends and I feel like I'm missing out. I'm too scared to like... talk to people online and be like "hey, be my online friend?" so I was like "tumblr it is."

I am super energetic (due to the ADHD) and love to talk! I speak English as my first language and speak a tad bit of Irish. Also am learning Russian. I don't know how else to describe myself. OH SHIT WAIT IM GAY. that. That's how you describe me. :)

I wrote fanfic on a regular basis(surprise surprise) and love to share so like if you want a writing buddy(I'M RIGHT HERE)...

So like if you also want an online friend or just are like wanting to say hi... do so please!!!!!

HAVE A GOOD PERIOD OF TIME!

Illusion Thoughts :)

A businessman, a drag kind, a real news reporter, and a banana. Yes, my favorite news anchor team

The fucking ad again

NATHALIE :)

FIGHT HIM ADRIEN FUCK YEAH

The way Adrien says “In the kitchen?!” makes it sound like this has happened before

Nathalie is so done with Gabriel’s ass

So shocked, I would be too

Burnt like yo fucking skin Gabriel

Gabriel is not “DAD” that hurts my soul

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Never better” girl wtf, you’re dying

Side note, I like the color of the cabinets

When I first watched him get mad at the grease I was like “dude wtf” and now I'm like “HAHA! There’s the trauma :)”

Yay! Headpats!

THE FUCKING WINK

WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE DO THAT

STOP

The Resistance makes me laugh

He’s so excited to be able to pick, poor bud

So confused

Nino calm down, it’s his first public lunch

Don’t pull an american high school

Marinette’s face-

Girl no

Nino, you should let Gabriel put up this facade for Adrien

Girl don’t get him akumatized

Uncalled for, that was extremely uncalled for

The fucking whispers and he’s just like “Kill me”

Why would you go outside in your skin-tight suit

I can see everything and I don’t like it

It’s so obvious hun

“Father I’m here to be an idiot because my friend guilt-tripped me into making you mad to make Monarch akumatize you even though that’s actually you but I don’t know that :/”

This hurts my soul

WHAT WAS THAT NOISE

“DOGH!”

WHAT

You ruined his fake progress >:(

Crash! Bang! Adult temper tantrum!

Ah yes call out to the wifey

Guilt… guilt… guilt trip… YAY

HEHE forehead

AH AH AH AH AH AH AHA AH

CHEESE

Do a backflip

I giggle too much at this show tbh

Like I know it’s supposed to be somewhat serious but like you cannot not giggle at just the insanity of this show

Ah yes act like the fucking neighborhood fathers :)

Good job

Fake father mode: on

“In order to do good, anything goes” I'm sure you follow that. Gabriel.

Honorary member: Monarch

Swag

I know he’s like kind of genuine here, kind of fake but like it’s cute

Like come on bro

Be a good dad

Redemption arc

:(

𖤓 Regulus Black 𖤓

(sorry for the pain)

THIS. THIS IS SO...

EVEN MY OWN WORDS CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW BEAUTIFUL THIS IS??

You have done an amazing job on the writing! it's just, the detail. THE WORDS?? It makes me want to venture on more in the story with each line I read.

in short, I just found a treasure to keep and I'll probably reread many times in the future.

So, so fluffy though, my heart is softer than it usually is on mornings and I just wanna stuff my face into the pillow ABHJDSF

I WANT TO SCREAM MY SOUL OUT THIS IS AN ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE ☹️

𝐀 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: natasha offers you a calming ride on the back of her motorcycle at dusk. reader isn’t an avenger, but stays in the compound with natasha

genre: fluff

warnings: none, but lmk if i need to add one!

word count: 1K

a/n: hello!! this is my first ever fic!! inspiration struck and i was missing nat lol. i hope i wrote her well!! constructive criticism is always welcomed, im quite new to the world of fanfiction.<3

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Your hand was being led by hers as you desperately tried to supress the panic that had ambushed your body. Her hair was the colour of faded copper, twisted into a tight plait that fell down her back. Loose strands sat curled along the frame of her face and appeared almost beige underneath the artificial lights of the compound, but faded gradually to a fiery auburn as you both passed through the doorway and into the delicate saffron rays that captured dusk towards the end of the day. She wore a jet black leather jacket, silver buttons perched on the corners of the upturned folds that jutted outwards on either side, sitting on top of the subtle shoulder pads.

Her teeth were revealed in the crescent her confident smile curved into as she looked back at you - it made your knees weak and forced you to concentrate unnecessary attention towards how you were walking. Her eyes were the colour of the pine trees that were dotted around your shared trailer in Norway, rimmed with a soft mixture of cerulean and teal that reminded you of the many days you spent there together under the cobalt sky. She had a lax grip on you, your fingers intertwined as you followed her lead towards the motorbike that was planted beside the curb.

“How on earth do you ride one of those things?” Your eyes darted across different parts of the vehicle, brows possessing a slight furrow as you tried to figure out how someone could possibly maintain their balance.

Natasha offered you an amused smirk while reaching for the helmet hooked on one end of the handle bars. “The bike is like an extension of your body as you ride it. You steer by shifting your centre of balance.’‘ 

You couldn’t help but express your confusion outwards onto your face, yet simultaneously feeling a warmth spreading across your chest at Natasha’s willingness to share her passion with you.

’'You’ll be safe as long as you hold on tight. I’ll make sure of it.” She secured the helmet she was holding around your head, double checking it was on safely.

“I feel like a funko pop with one of these on.” Your muffled voice expressed as you patted the sides of the helmet.

Natasha’s chuckle was raspy and slow, her voice was cloaked with a deep velvet brittle that burrowed its way into your heart, making you silently grateful you were now wearing something that would hide the crimson blush pooling across your cheeks. You tucked away the slight worry that invaded your mind when you realised she would be driving without protection, neutralised by the reminder that she was an Avenger. 

The gradient of tangerine had long been took over by the dwindling indigo that signalled nightfall. Your arms were still locked desperately, snaking around Natasha’s waist in a futile attempt to hold on for dear life. Your body was moulded against hers, the dips and curves of your chest and hips settling perfectly against her slightly arched back. The lights were scattered endlessly with a florescent glow along the streets, the speed in which you grazed past them created smooth trails of flair that blurred in your vision. 

A sublime calmness settled on the city, blanketing the few cars that remained on the streets beside you and Natasha as you sped past them. Usually, you would feel a distinct loneliness creeping upon you while cloaked under the night sky, a sensation of familiar emptiness that couldn’t be explained. It always appeared in moments like these, giving them an unwanted uncanny tinge, yet it was noticeably absent next to Natasha. Your limbs eventually relaxed as she established a swift but gentle cruising pace, and you snuggled further into her back. You had never felt safer.

Natasha didn’t tell you, but she could feel the faint sensation of a heart pounding with overwhelming affection against her back. She instead glanced at the slither of you that was visible in her circular rear-view mirrors, a genuine smile laced with softness sprawling upon her cheeks. 

The night had warped and abstracted your perception of the previously familiar streets, so it took you by surprise when the Avengers compound unexpectedly resolved in your view. Natasha slowed the bike to a gradual halt with such care that made your heart almost burst. She lifted the helmet off your head, smirking at the slight disheveled state your hair was now in, running her fingers through it gently to tame the knots. You took her outstretched hand like you did hours earlier, swivelling your right leg over the bike and landing clumsily on the ground - but in Natasha’s steady embrace. 

With an imperceptible sway, she planted a graceful kiss on the apple of your left cheek, and you made sure to savour and tuck away the feeling of her lips that tickled your skin. You wanted to remember it forever.

Neither of you let go of each others hand as you walked through the door in a comfortable silence, JARVIS reciting a greeting towards the pair of you as you both allowed your connected hands to swing in the space between your frames.

Most of the team was gathered around the dining table that was settled in the centre of the common room, delicious platters of food spread across it. The remnants of Tony’s ramblings dissipated from the room, heads turning and offering greetings towards the two of you as you both returned hello’s. Thor suddenly sprang up from his seat with such enthusiasm that knocked the table slightly, which of course he failed to notice. 

“Lady Y/N! You and Lady Natasha have returned!’' 

His suddenness startled you as his voice boomed with tales about his day, predominantly his excitement over some sort of Asgardian Liquor he had brought from home for the team to try. Your attention willingly fluttered elsewhere, though. Natasha had also struck up conversation with Clint and Steve, but shortly after your eyes landed on her, she gazed to the side and met them, a silent and reciprocated gratitude from the evening you spent together passing between you as you both returned to the conversations with your family.

~ ♡ ~

thank you so much for reading<33

Secret Life Fanmade Opening

Managed to scramble this together the past week for an after effects class ^^

I'll be adding some sketches, assets, and stills below for those interested 👌

i'll bring the snacks to share in floor time

song twins week day 1: choralmere @song-twins-week @arson-anarchy-death

taglist: @shellyseashell @dellaskye @ash-the-enby-nerd @ravs6709 @an-absolute-travesty @callas-pancake-tree @not-the-arson-frog

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It’s much more fun to draw Luigi without a hat.

I just finished all the trigun manga in 2 days because of goddamn Bigolas Dickolas and I have So Many Thoughts I am going to die if I don't write them down somewhere.

AAAAAAAH

Changed some things on the original lineart