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。.✦ ☾ Ginny Gardner Gif Pack

Below you’ll find a download link to 374 gifs and gif icons of Ginny Gardner in the majority of her projects out of Marvel’s Runaways. ALL of these gifs have been made by me ( @dazzieridley ) and I’d appreciate it if you DID NOT post them as your own, put in gif hunts or make them into gif icons for public use, I will message you asking you to take them down if I do find them re-released. I hope you appreciate them, a lot of time and effort went into them, and if you do use them give this a like or reblog!!

If you’re looking for gifs of Ginny in Runaways, I suggest checking out @oliviaholt’s gif pack, here.

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Summary:  It took almost five years, but Blue Team finally feels whole again.

For the first twenty-four hours that John had slipped back into their lives, he spent twenty-three of them sleeping. She wasn’t complaining, exactly—with each passing year that had gone by, Kelly had grown more and more doubtful that a reunion of any sort would happen at all. But still. She’d been picturing something a little more… lively than this whenever hoping that he’d return home someday. He didn’t even move as she watched him sleep, and she had to keep herself from poking him to reassure herself that he was still breathing.

And she couldn’t deny that he needed the rest, either. They’d found him nodding off standing next to Hood and Lasky, chin tucked into the collar of his armour. The bunk she and Linda had helped him into was a lot more comfortable than joint-locked Mjolnir, and he’d been asleep before they’d gotten him fully horizontal.

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If you love Supergirl check out @plastic-pipes ‘s art, it waters my crops and clears my skin, this piece especially, I keep staring at it, and it’s the one who made me want to draw some supergirl in the first place, thank you for blessing us with it <3


a lil’ sketchy promptis comic that I’m embarrassed about but got convinced to post on tumblr anyway


hey no offense but can we stop getting mad at people for not knowing every musical? i’ve seen a lot of posts lately targeting people who are only into the newer musicals or only know a couple and that should be allowed? like yeah there are a lot of amazing musicals that are a little more obscure and it would be great if more people discovered and loved them but at the same time musical theatre is really inaccessible and it takes a lot of energy to get to know a show, whether you have to figure out how to see it live or how to get a bootleg or download the cast album, and it’s a big time investment no matter what. not to mention the fact that people might like one musical for a specific reason that doesn’t apply to other musicals (like people might enjoy hamilton, but its style is really different from most of musical theatre). so let people enjoy the musicals they know and don’t attack them for not learning more.


My rendition of this fic by @destieldrabblesdaily.

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fictionandmusic  asked:

wow your writing in the gods and monsters series is amazing! i've always loved greek myths and you bring them to life and add a different twist that makes it better than anything i've ever read about mythology!! if you have time, could you do a continuation of the Hades and Kore story? Kore/Persephone is one of my fav goddesses and i can't wait to see where you take her story!

(continuation of: x, x)

The first time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, she is reckless and stubborn and feels like she has so little left to lose, only an overbearing mother she yearns to escape.

The first time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, she fights and swims and survives. She is picked up on the shore and carried to safety in Hades’s arms.

The second time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, she is reckless and stubborn and feels like she has everything to lose. She lets the water take her, and she drowns.

The second time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, it kills her.


Kore wakes up after falling unconscious while being carried by the King of the Underworld. Her skin is fully healed, no longer blistering and burning. She’s naked under the soft blankets, but she was naked when she dove into the river, so she’s not too worried about it.

“I didn’t know you were a goddess,” someone says, and she turns her head to see a little girl sitting by her bedside with black skin and grey eyes and hair. She’s glaring at her, “I wouldn’t have tried to kill you if I’d known. You shouldn’t touch my water – it’s not good for you. It will kill you. It does not care what you are.”

“It did not kill Achilles,” Kore says, pushing herself up so the blanket falls to her waist.

The young Lady Styx huffs and gets to her feet, pushing open the long wardrobe on the other side of the room. “It did, actually. What my river takes, it keeps.” Kore raises an eyebrow. Styx doesn’t explain further, only places a dark blue gown on the bed. “Hecate put some of her old things in here for you. She’s taller and thinner than you are. But you are a goddess. You can make it work.”

“I can,” Kore agrees, amused. She pushes herself out of bed, and her hair falls into her face.

Her hair has been a dark brown her whole life.

She strides over to the wardrobe and pulls it open, starring at herself in the mirror.

Her hair has turned pure, snowy white. The hair on her head of course, but the rest of it too. Her eyebrows, the light hair on her arms and legs, going down her navel, the hair between her legs – all of it white.

“You’re lucky nothing worse happened,” Styx scolds. “My river usually does much worse than that.”

Kore touches one of her new, pale eyebrows. “That is an excellent point, Lady Styx.”

With some clever magic, Kore pulls on the now perfectly fitting gown. Hecate doesn’t tend to bother with them, only dresses up if there’s some sort of celebration that requires her attendance – something that hasn’t happened in a long time, ever since she irritated Zeus and Poseidon to the point that they called for her head on a spike. The gown is old, even by their standards, but its beautifully crafted, stars plucked from the heavens and sewn into the bodice, waves from the seven seas curling around the long skirt. “This is very valuable,” she says, “Is Hecate sure she would like me to have it?”

Styx shrugs, “She said it was a young woman’s dress, and however she may look, she’s not a young woman any more. It’s my favorite dress of hers – I was quite cross that she gave it to you, but I did almost kill you. So I suppose that’s fair enough.”

“Ah,” Kore says, not quite sure how to respond to that. “I see.”

Styx grins at her and grabs her hand. The child goddess’s skin is freezing to the touch, but Kore doesn’t flinch back out of fear of being rude. “Come with me now. Hades wants to see you.”

The girl leads her through the twisting hallways to a polished wooden door. It’s not the throne room, where Kore thought that the girl would take her. She’s seen the grand inner chambers of Poseidon and Zeus’s homes before, of the lesser gods even, and Kore braces herself for something just as grandiose and intimidating.

Styx opens the door and pushes her inside before vanishing.

Kore blinks and looks around.

The room is smaller than she expected. It’s lined with shelves packed with scrolls, and mounted on the opposite wall is large map that’s constantly shifting and changing, and it take her almost a full minute of looking at it to realize it’s a map of the underworld.

“You’re looking better.”

Kore’s eyes snap down, and it’s only then that she notices the figure of Hades, King of the Underworld, hunched over his desk. His hair pulled in messy low ponytail, and there are dark bags under his eyes. He’s in a simple black chiffon, one no more presumptuous than any mortal noble would wear. He’s the most unassuming, unremarkable thing in already unassuming, unremarkable room.

Suddenly, she feels over-dressed.

“Thank you,” she says, not knowing what else to say. She feels – awkward, almost, in front of him, which isn’t something she’s ever felt with anyone. She wants to climb into his lap and rest her head against his shoulder. She wants to force him into some proper clothes for a king. She wants to put him to bed and make him sleep until he loses those bruises under his eyes.

She’s never wanted to do any of those things for anyone before. She doesn’t even know him.

Although – she knows he came for her. That he found an intruder into his realm and picked her up and soothed her, carried her to safety and washed her of the corrosive water of the Styx. He placed her in his palace and did not touch her as so many other men would have touched her.

So perhaps she does know him. At least a little.

He rests his chin on his hand while he looks at her. “Hermes came with a message from your mother, demanding your return.” She doesn’t even have the time to panic before he continues, “I denied her. If she wishes to speak to me in person, I told her she is welcome to step into my realm herself.”

“She won’t do that,” Kore says, “She fears your realm. She fears how her power means nothing in your domain.”

Kore had never known her mother to fear anything – except the land of the dead. She’d grown up thinking Hades must be a hulking, formidable figure to pull fear from her mother’s breast, but that’s clearly not the case.

He smiles, and it’s the first hint of sharpness she’s seen from him. “I know. There will be consequences, of course. But those are my concern. You are a guest of my realm, Goddess of Spring. Walk where you please, and do as you please. No one will stop you.”

He’s already looking back down at his papers, eyebrows drawing together as he scratches out a series of numbers and rewrites them. It’s a clear dismissal, but Kore can’t bring herself to move.

She’s never met this man before. Yet he stands against her mother, yet he welcomes her to his realm, yet he permits unrestricted access to his home, yet he grants her every freedom he’s able.

“Thank you,” she says again. He gives an absent nod, already reaching for another scroll.

She leaves as quietly as she came.

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Because I needed a break from commissions and these shows are practically my life right now. xD


Keith (AKA ‘Red’ because he’s just that original) possesses the enhancement quirk 'instinct’, which essentially gives him the speed, strength, senses and reflexes of an animal - a lion, to be specific. Team that with a lifetime of combat experience courtesy of a shitty neighbourhood and an inability to think before he acts, getting into U.A. was a breeze - during his time there he was the best in his class.

Lance (AKA 'Sharpshooter’ because 'Cool Ninja Sharpshooter’ was apparently too long and too stupid) possesses the quirk 'Bullet Fingers’ and it’s pretty much what it says on the tin - the boy can shoot bullets from the tips of his fingers. The density of the bullets all depend on how much iron he’s consumed, so he’s got to eat a lot of red meat to keep his bullets effective. He was originally a student in the General course before wowing the teachers at the sports festival enough to get him transferred into heroics.

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Richie Tozier Headcanons : Alcohol

- He never ever ever drinks alcohol. He sees what it has done to his family, and he is terrified of becoming like his mother.

- He is the designated driver

- He is the one that nurses everyone’s hangovers because he has been trained to nurse his mother hangovers for as long as he can remember (even when he knew he’d get yelled out/abused).

- He is the one who tries to stop the Losers from getting out of hand when drunk.

- However, he never tells anyone why he doesn’t drink. He passes it off as “why get drunk when I have just as much fun sober” and he does believe that in part

- but the Losers Club just knows the real reason

- in secret the other members rotate off who will also stay sober with Richie that night

- they don’t drink often, but when they do drink they drink

- if it’s Bev they talk about crushes they have/rant and get angry about home life with someone who actually kind of understands

- if it’s Bill they talk about what their plans are for the rest of the week and discuss days everyone will be free to hang out (mentions Stan waaay too much)

- if it’s Ben it’s super awkward at first because they never really talk alone but Ben is Bev’s crush so Richie goes out of his way to get to know Ben (he has to be good enough for his best friend, ofc Ben is)

- if it’s Stan they talk about school and roast each other continuously and Stan rants about how some people can be so oblivious to other people feelings for them (Richie isn’t stupid, he thinks he knows who Stan is referring to)

- Stan (regardless of what anyone thinks) isn’t talking about Bill, he is talking about Richie and Eddie

- Most of the time Mike walks around chatting with everyone sober and even some of the only slightly drunk people because he is an angel and wants to make sure everyone at the party has a safe way home so that doesn’t leave much time for a conversation between Richie and Mike

- When it’s Eddie’s turn they try to make the worst most perverted twisted joke they can and they see who wins

- there is also a hefty amount of flirting

- Richie is actually oblivious to why they do that much for him because he doesn’t think he’s worth it??

- No one tries to peer pressure Richie into drinking because they would get the crap beat out of them by the other Losers if they did

Add on if you want I guess?

people who don’t understand the need or want to see their faves acknowledge movements like black lives matter have never had their identities invalidated ignored or attacked



cue training montage that I do not have enough ink or stamina to finish

Anti wants control. So he kills Jack first, then Chase, then Schneeple last - so he can see just how useless he really is against Anti’s power.

Chase is red, Schneeple is blue, Anti is green. Together they make Jack.

song: Panic! at the Disco - Emperor’s New Clothes (i know, i know, but i listened to it and got inspired!! give it a chance please)

my other anti video || warfstache video

@markired @angelsean @anti-support-group @therealjacksepticeye


B.A.P’s ice cream line 🍨 : a summary

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jeez isnt it funny how vex and percy can get married because they gave in to a whim to bind themselves together because they’re in love and not be insensitive monsters rubbing their relationship in vax and keyleth’s faces (because they’ve literally done no such thing lmao)

and isn’t it funny how keyleth being upset she’ll never get that and responding to that is also valid (because her reaction was extreme and guilt-blamey towards vex and percy yes, but she’s grieving that part of her future)

and isn’t it also funny how vax can be upset about his sister marrying percy in secret after she made vax promise not to do the same thing (because broken promises always suck and he wanted to be there and he’s running out of time for his own relationship)

and isn’t it funny how these four have a complex relationship dynamic right now and if you’re breaking it down into who’s wrong and bad vs who’s right and good you’re objectively wrong and oversimplifying things

isn’t that funny