Y’all making women in their thirties feel old is my villain origin story actually
ARE YOU AN ELF?!
Questionable math but thirty IS young.
I want to make a joke about my username but in truth I was just sleep-deprived and full of righteous anger
Here to say goodbye !
I'm not gonna be on Tumblr because I'm never on here anyway. And me stalling isn't helping anything.
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this episode aired in 1992
“Sorry if I step on you, I kind of have two left feet.”
“Oh, is that so? Is that true of all humans?”
“Heh, it’s just an expression, Allura.”
“Then I must confess that I also have two left feet. At least in these heels.”
*slides DreamWorks $5*
Listen, if we could eventually get some kind of banquet episode in season 5 or something where everyone gets to dress up and slow dance, I’d be super grateful.
If you aren’t already aware of my weakness, it’s Shiro and Allura dancing. So, here you go. <3
Had an idea for a Jem and The Holograms AU featuring Allura and the girls. Here's a scrap of Chapter 1:
Loved the special effects
aint this the fucken truth
"rather than what dynamics you find interesting in the context of the media and characters."
This is me with Klance.
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And the ten of swords is when you get rid of the one thing you need to progress without shooting yourself in the foot
So has anyone tried to use Tumblr's help desk to get them to fix the notification issue?
I know I've been sporadically on here, just breaking away from so much social media in general.
Menagerie was beautiful. In spite of some of its history as a sign of appeasement and a base for certain organizations, it really was lovely.
Having spent most of his life on a farm, the trip there had been Oscar’s first trip to an island, tropical or otherwise and by the time they’d stepped onto the sandy shores, the mixture of the sea breeze and warm air was already intoxicating him.
The group had put it to a vote due to the lull in Grimm activity and it had passed near unanimously. A weekend off at Menagerie, enjoying the surf and the sun and to generally just unwind from the rigors of being huntsmen and huntresses.
And so far, Oscar had been enjoying himself.
The two of them ran through the water as it lapped the shoreline, laughing in the all but disappeared summer sunlight.
For the life of him, Oscar couldn’t remember why they were laughing, only that he was having the time of his life and his hand was in her’s.
Ruby’s.
The two collapsed in a heap.
“So,” Ruby said after her laughter had died down, “you think they’re making s’mores now?”
The day had been highlighted by a beachside barbeque, at which Ruby had put away three cheeseburgers and some grilled asparagus. Her father had to shoo her away with the promise of toasting marshmallows in order to make sure the others were fed.
“I don’t know,” Oscar said.
Butterflies flitted in his stomach as he chanced a look over at Ruby. In the late hour, the light gave her an appearance that… he couldn’t describe. But it made his face hot and his toes curl and entertain the thought of maybe giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“It’s beautiful out here,” he continued, looking up at the stars as they came out to glitter in the sky as it turned from indigo to navy to black.
“Yeah,” Ruby replied, “you never get views like this in places like Vytal.”
“On the farm,” Oscar said, “you’ll sometimes see fireflies out over the fields at night during summer.”
He still remembered sitting on the porch with his aunt, a soda in hand, watching the glittering lights like descended stars hover over the fields of wheat.
“We should probably go back.”
Oscar turned to look at her, but as they got to their feet, Ruby wouldn’t meet his gaze.
He decided not to wonder why. He wasn’t that optimistic.
Gotta do it
I don’t care what news I get I just want this stupid potato dog on my dash
I need good news 🙏
I want some good news
Excerpt From "Orange and Cream". Series posts Sundays on AO3.
Knock knock.
“What you want?”
“Just looking for where you are.”
He smiles, “Well, you found me. Wanna talk to mommy?
His gaze sneaks to the video camera: the one he invested in with installment payments long before he was discharged. So far, he’s gotten some good footage of Jojo just being herself; sitting and stirring in grass, freezing and then running off to some other make-believe universe of hers. Someday Kyana would like to show off her family and friends to the world on social media. But Ryan thinks of predators and others who like to get in their business. The videos are private, for now. Still needs to take a chance and get around to finishing the editing process…
“Hi, mommy!”
“Hi, my angel! Are you having a blessed day?”
Jojo hums and shakes her head positively. “Yeah. Where are you?”
“I’m right here.”
Kyana points on a globe to a country on the map and tells her its Guam. One of those US territories.
Kinkade puts her on his lap so she can see better. She squints as her long lashes rest enough for her to respond with a smile.
“That place looks small. Can you fit?”
Both parents snicker, and Kyana promises her that someday she’ll be home with both of them, in a country that has more than enough room for them both.
“And when I get home, I’m gonna have the biggest the brightest amethyst just for you.”
“When will you be back?”
“I will make sure that I’m back home on your birthday.”
February 1st.
Excerpt From "Orange and Cream". Series posts Sundays on AO3.
Knock knock.
“What you want?”
“Just looking for where you are.”
He smiles, “Well, you found me. Wanna talk to mommy?
His gaze sneaks to the video camera: the one he invested in with installment payments long before he was discharged. So far, he’s gotten some good footage of Jojo just being herself; sitting and stirring in grass, freezing and then running off to some other make-believe universe of hers. Someday Kyana would like to show off her family and friends to the world on social media. But Ryan thinks of predators and others who like to get in their business. The videos are private, for now. Still needs to take a chance and get around to finishing the editing process…
“Hi, mommy!”
“Hi, my angel! Are you having a blessed day?”
Jojo hums and shakes her head positively. “Yeah. Where are you?”
“I’m right here.”
Kyana points on a globe to a country on the map and tells her its Guam. One of those US territories.
Kinkade puts her on his lap so she can see better. She squints as her long lashes rest enough for her to respond with a smile.
“That place looks small. Can you fit?”
Both parents snicker, and Kyana promises her that someday she’ll be home with both of them, in a country that has more than enough room for them both.
“And when I get home, I’m gonna have the biggest the brightest amethyst just for you.”
“When will you be back?”
“I will make sure that I’m back home on your birthday.”
February 1st.
Excerpt from "My Best Friend is a Mermaid". Series uploads Sundays on my AO3
If Lance doesn’t know any better, he swears that the charmingly off-tune hum gets more muted. He can hear the unsettling clicking and clacking of jars. As only a stealth master can, he tiptoes across his bedroom carpet all the way to the bathroom area.
…It calls meeee, no one knoooows how far it goooooes…
Lance works hard to temper his blood pressure the moment he witnesses Ava’s tiny digits polka-dotting her cheeks with bright green. And she continuously chatters away with a mysterious person, one who’s name Lance has heard before.
“You have to put it on like this, Trixie!”
“What are you doing, missy?”
The girl meets Lance’s eyes in the mirror with “Putting stuff on my face?”
“The same stuff I told you is important for me to use every day? And the same stuff I’m pretty sure I told you not to touch?”
“You said not to come in here by myself. So I bought Trixie in here with me. She’s older, so is it okay?”
“Sounds like I’m gonna have to have a talk with little Miss Trixie…”
Ava looks up at her invisible friend and gives her a quick nod. Lance supposes that’s her cue to take the floor, so to speak. And he swallows before speaking to this non-entity because it’s just easier that way.
He looks down, “Hi, Trixie? I’m Ava’s father-“
“Papí, she’s tall like you!” He held out his hand pretending to shake “Trixie’s”. Trixie did have hands, right?
“She’s a person, just like you and me, Papí. But sometimes she likes to swim with her mermaid tail at the beach.”
“Oh…she’s a mermaid. Well Trixie, there’s nothing in here for you, and Ava is not allowed in here without me, understand?”
And to keep up with this little charade, Lance gave it to her friend straight by rehashing the same speech about “off limits areas.” Which he shouldn’t have had to do in the first flippin’ place, but whatever.
Ava cowers into a stifled laugh that begins to fizzle to snickers.
If it weren’t for her total disregarding tone and the way she continues to smear the stuff on her face, he would’ve been much more dismissive. Instead, his composure blooms into a few hand waves, possibly even a puppet jerk of his cranium-he didn’t remember in the heat of the moment. He’s not quite yelling at her, just raising his voice above his normal talking volume.
“Ava Luci McClain, this is not funny! I can’t be going to the store and spending another two hours and another twenty dollars hunting this stuff down, so paws off!” He finishes with flamboyant yet unwitting waves of spirit fingers.
Her body hiccups some more until her cheeks swell from laughter.
Lance’s shoulders drop at that moment because it was almost pointless to interrupt what she’s doing right now. As the “papí authoritarian” juice floods from his veins and leaves sheepish fumes, he gets to work putting away the container and wetting a washcloth to wipe his daughter’s cheeks.
“Why are you laughing at me? Did the giggle monster attack you?”
No answer, no composure.
Social experiment: if you know what this is don’t say anything just reblog
Excerpt from "My Best Friend is a Mermaid". Series uploads Sundays on my AO3
If Lance doesn’t know any better, he swears that the charmingly off-tune hum gets more muted. He can hear the unsettling clicking and clacking of jars. As only a stealth master can, he tiptoes across his bedroom carpet all the way to the bathroom area.
…It calls meeee, no one knoooows how far it goooooes…
Lance works hard to temper his blood pressure the moment he witnesses Ava’s tiny digits polka-dotting her cheeks with bright green. And she continuously chatters away with a mysterious person, one who’s name Lance has heard before.
“You have to put it on like this, Trixie!”
“What are you doing, missy?”
The girl meets Lance’s eyes in the mirror with “Putting stuff on my face?”
“The same stuff I told you is important for me to use every day? And the same stuff I’m pretty sure I told you not to touch?”
“You said not to come in here by myself. So I bought Trixie in here with me. She’s older, so is it okay?”
“Sounds like I’m gonna have to have a talk with little Miss Trixie…”
Ava looks up at her invisible friend and gives her a quick nod. Lance supposes that’s her cue to take the floor, so to speak. And he swallows before speaking to this non-entity because it’s just easier that way.
He looks down, “Hi, Trixie? I’m Ava’s father-“
“Papí, she’s tall like you!” He held out his hand pretending to shake “Trixie’s”. Trixie did have hands, right?
“She’s a person, just like you and me, Papí. But sometimes she likes to swim with her mermaid tail at the beach.”
“Oh…she’s a mermaid. Well Trixie, there’s nothing in here for you, and Ava is not allowed in here without me, understand?”
And to keep up with this little charade, Lance gave it to her friend straight by rehashing the same speech about “off limits areas.” Which he shouldn’t have had to do in the first flippin’ place, but whatever.
Ava cowers into a stifled laugh that begins to fizzle to snickers.
If it weren’t for her total disregarding tone and the way she continues to smear the stuff on her face, he would’ve been much more dismissive. Instead, his composure blooms into a few hand waves, possibly even a puppet jerk of his cranium-he didn’t remember in the heat of the moment. He’s not quite yelling at her, just raising his voice above his normal talking volume.
“Ava Luci McClain, this is not funny! I can’t be going to the store and spending another two hours and another twenty dollars hunting this stuff down, so paws off!” He finishes with flamboyant yet unwitting waves of spirit fingers.
Her body hiccups some more until her cheeks swell from laughter.
Lance’s shoulders drop at that moment because it was almost pointless to interrupt what she’s doing right now. As the “papí authoritarian” juice floods from his veins and leaves sheepish fumes, he gets to work putting away the container and wetting a washcloth to wipe his daughter’s cheeks.
“Why are you laughing at me? Did the giggle monster attack you?”
No answer, no composure.
