'gear me up'

DuckTales 2017:
  • Makes Donald Duck a major lead instead of minor supporting character.
  • Gives Donald Duck a character arc along with Scrooge McDuck.
  • Brings in a season arc/possible series arc at the end of the second episode.
  • Definitely hints at a crossover including Darkwing Duck, TaleSpin, and GOOF TROOP in the first episode.
  • Webby is an actual character instead of token cute girl character.
  • Beakly buff af, and encourages Scrooge to get in contact with his estranged family.
  • Scrooge himself has some issues that needs to be addressed, and BONDING WITH HIS ESTRANGED NEPHEW IS A WIN.
  • Dewey calling Scrooge out for his treatment of him and his bros.
  • Dewey, at least, knows what his mom looks like, but it’s obvious doesn’t know what happened to her.

     ↳ sotus: the series (2016-2017)

“The gear represents our unity. And it’s very important because it was hard to obtain. It’s because of its importance that it is considered to be the heart of the engineering student’s heart. To the point where they say the gear is within the heart…the heart is within the gear. If we give our gear to someone, that means we’re giving them our heart.”


I went into some buildings and you heard the boos and the racial remarks but that kinda geared me up. I was called the N-word so many times that I thought it was a compliment, you know (laughs) So I just went out and played. […] They had never seen a black man on the ice. I just told myself: “Just go out and play and try to represent the hockey club at the best of your ability. And if the fans can’t see that then don’t worry about it.” I am a black man. I know when I look in the mirror that I am a black man. Nobody needs to tell me that.
— Willie O'Ree, who became in 1958 the first black player in the National Hockey League

anonymous asked:

Hey! Just wanted to say your writing is amazing and a total joy to read! If you still wanted drabble ideas, I had a few, they don't have to be sexual or anything. For an angst one, maybe Penny's human lover/ interest is getting older, like started getting grey hair and Penny doesn't think they'll make it till his next awakening and is contemplating killing them. Another could be a carnival ride gone wrong. Like maybe they're on a ferris wheel and he gets into the compartment and its creepy af.

i’m actually going to the fair tomorrow and the ferris wheel happens to be my favorite ride, so i couldn’t resist that prompt, anon ;)

(i’m not saying that i want this to happen, but i’m not not saying it either, ya feel me?)

You have a shadow.

You’d noticed him immediately as soon as you’d entered the fairgrounds. He’d been standing by the carousel, painted lips stretched in a wide grin and one gloved hand wrapped around a bouquet of bright red balloons. 

You’d frozen, watching him. Watching the way the crowd parted around him, as though they didn’t even notice he was there. Except for the children. They stared up at him with fascination - some with dread, and some with abject terror. Staring at the cracked paint coating his face and his dirty costume, you couldn’t fault them for being afraid.

He had caught you looking, had raised a hand and waved at you with his mouth stretched in that wide, red smile. Even from the entrance you had heard the bells on his costume jingling, and you’d unconsciously taken a step back, strangely unnerved by the sound. You’d stumbled into a group of laughing teenagers, losing sight of the clown as you’d turned to stammer apologies, and when you’d turned back, heart pounding, he was gone.

You should have left then, should have turned on your heel and escaped while you had the chance, but you’d convinced yourself you were being silly, that there was nothing to be scared of. It was just a clown, and the fairgrounds were big enough that you could avoid him if you really wanted to.

You kept seeing him, though. Hearing him. A flash of orange hair in your periphery when you walked past the carnival games, the jingle of bells behind you as you stood in line for the Tilt-O-Whirl, the sudden bite of sharp, high-pitched laughter in your ears as you chewed on your funnel cake. He was following you.

You try to ignore it, wishing that you weren’t so alone in this sea of strangers. The whimsy leeches from the fair’s festive atmosphere as you pick your way cautiously between attractions, eyes peeled for red lips or dirty silk. You don’t know what he wants with you or how to make him stop; you’re too afraid that he’ll ambush you in the parking lot if you make a break for the exit now. You need a plan.

The ferris wheel is your last-ditch effort at security. You’ll be blissfully alone in the carriage, and once you’re at the top of the wheel, you can search the fairgrounds for the clown and hurry in the opposite direction of him when you land, straight to one of the exits.

You settle into the seat with a sigh of relief, leaning back as the wheel lurches into motion. Dusk has spread over the grounds, making the lights strung between the many attractions shine brilliantly in the gathering darkness, and you watch the crowd of people drifting below you in a kind of haze as you search restlessly for the clown.

Its hard to pick him out in the crowd. The lights and colors all shift together from your vantage point in the air, the music and laughter below melding into a dim roar that barely penetrates your solitary carriage. You feel muffled from the rest of the world, unnervingly alone, and you shudder. 

Get it together, you think, trying to rub the chill from your arms. You’re making a big deal out of nothing. He’s just some creep in a costume. Plenty of those running around tonight. He’s just trying to scare you.

“Is it working?”

You freeze, your eyes going wide and round in your reflection in the carriage window. The world below blurs as you turn your head, your heartbeat pounding in your ears, buzzing like a goddamn fly. You know what you’re going to see, who you’re going to see, but that still doesn’t prepare you for the reality of coming face to face with that fucking clown, perched on the opposite seat and leering down at you.

How the fuck did he get in here?

“W-what - ” you stutter, pressing yourself as far back into your seat as you can. There’s nowhere to fucking go, not unless you’re prepared to bolt out the carriage door. “H-how… how did you - ?”

“I think it is,” he says, his voice a strange amalgam of rough and soft, masculine but high-pitched, almost childish. His bright blue eyes cut through the gloom in the compartment like twin searchlights. “Yes, I think it’s working very well.”

Your mouth opens and closes, completely at a loss, before you recall what you’d been telling yourself before he’d shown up. What you’d been thinking.

He’s just trying to scare you.

Your blood turns to ice in your veins. “H - how? How could you know - ”

“Oh, Pennywise knows a lot,” he chirps. Gooseflesh prickles your arms at the jovial, overtly friendly tone of his voice. “You’d be surprised, how much he knows about you.” He tilts his head, painted lips parting in a wicked smile, and breathes your name. 

Fear wraps around your throat like a vice. “H-how do you know my name?” you rasp, your voice hoarse and trembling. Your teeth chatter with the strength of your terror, and you clench them together so tight your jaw aches.

He laughs, a childish giggle that makes the ruffles on his costume shake and his bells jingle. “Silly. It’s important to know about your friends, isn’t it?” He reaches over and taps your nose with a long, silk-clad finger; every muscle in your body goes hard and stiff in response. “And we’re going to be great friends, you and I. Oh yes we are.” The last word is a gritted bite on his tongue, and you flinch back at the flash of yellow in his irises (though there’s nowhere else to go, you’re trapped, you’re fucking trapped in here with this thing - )

You tense as he inhales, his round, red nose scrunching as he sniffs the air. “Ahhh,” he sighs, swaying toward you with an almost dreamy expression on his face. “Such sweet fear. So strong. So tasty.” He moves as if to touch you, fingers outstretched, and you dive for the door. Doesn’t matter that you’re spinning in the air on a fucking wheel, if you can at least call out for help - 

Fingers dig into your arms from behind and yanks you to the floor, your breath punched from your lungs as your back slams against the metal seat. A hand wraps around your throat and pulls your head back, forcing you to face the clown, and tears fill your eyes at the look on his cracked, white face. 

At the hunger you see there.

“P-please,” you whimper, your legs shifting restlessly against the cold, hard floor. The walls are closing in on you, your head filling with static, your lungs aching to draw in air that isn’t tainted by the clown’s sweet, rotten stench. You’re trapped between his legs, surrounded by him, his knees pressing against your shoulders and your head pushed into the bowl of his lap, pillowed on a bed of dirty ruffles. Outside the carriage walls, you can hear laughter. Music. People. Your eyes fill with tears. 

“Ohhhh, I see,” Pennywise breathes, wide-eyed, as if he’s just discovered something grand. He thumbs away your tears, rubbing the gathering wetness into the ruddy flesh of your cheek. “You want to be close friends, is that it?” He giggles at your face and whatever he sees there, lowering his own to hover over yours. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

You watch in horror as he opens his mouth, his jaws splitting, peeling back to reveal needle-sharp teeth bursting from red, wet gums. Drool bubbles at the corners of his lips, dripping down his chin, and his eyes flare a dark, toxic gold. 

“Oh yes,” he warbles, his voice muffled around the rows of teeth undulating within his wide, gaping maw. His hand on your neck tightens, nails digging into your skin, and you wheeze with fear as you watch his teeth inching closer and closer to your face. His breath reeks of iron and rot. “You and me, we’ll be as close as close can be.”


Been drawing these over the last few days for my bf, based on stuff we’ve been talking about throughout the day (I draw one cheeb a day~), be it headcanons, shenanigans or simply fluffy shipping stuff <33

Figured I could share the first bunch, seeing how there will be more~ uvu
Don’t take these too serious, though dfjöasdf There are some crack ships that we enjoy regardless of them making sense or not, we just wanna have fun :’3

My fave has to be “Bling Bling” cuz we love gold and pretty much turned everything in our games gold XD

“Vitality! What a wonder. I have never seen such a beautiful spirit before.”

Her name is Bo.

She’s blind to the waking world but she can see past the veil and into the dreaming. Like astral projecting. She could be awake and still traverse the dreaming. She’s an expert in OBE. She got into some trouble with Templars and that’s how she lost her eyesight but then a spirit helped her and restored it, but only into the dreaming.

Now, she’s kind of a psychic… or medium. She can actually see and communicate with spirits and demons alike.