because i really really really like this idea

I know I’m late to the whole thank you thing! I did say my thoughts but I still wanted to make something. So I had a little time to myself and drew this!

I still see things I don’t like but I don’t mind them too much. And really some of it wasn’t my idea… like I didn’t have any clue what to do for a background and someone suggested space!

Which is really why I wanted to make something for the thank you video. Because it’s not just to thank Mark, it’s also to thank everyone in the community too. I love how I feel so included with so many and its been really amazing!

Thank you, @markiplier and everyone in the community that has so much kindness to share! You all inspire me to create, silly or not. Thank you all so much!

tigerclaw64  asked:

How do you think the Mayor died and went to Halloween Town? Or was he always there in Halloween Town from the very beginning? ((((I'm sorry if I send a bunch of Mayor related questions, he's my favorite character TTwTT))))

omg dude you’re like THE Mayor fan!! I also love your artwork, the expressions are top notch. The Mayor is actually my least favorite character so it’s honestly relieving that he gets some love in the fandom. Surely not from me, ahaha :D

I haven’t really developed much for him just yet…BUTTT…I think I kind of have an idea? There’s not a lot revealed about him in the movie so that sucks. Don’t have a lot to bounce on.

In my headcanon, The Mayor never really had a gift for being scary like the other citizens. He’s far too bipolar and has too much of a stressed personality to scare people. His Happy/Scared expressions don’t really help because he can’t pull scary expressions like everyone else can.

I like to think that the Mayor and Jack were friends for a long while(probably while Jack’s father or the previous Pumpkin King was still in reign), and the Mayor was just that one guy who couldn’t scare anyone for shit. Like, not even little kids. He was slow and everyone laughed at him. But he had a gift for politics and was constantly criticizing Halloween Town’s monarchy, and Jack was pretty much the only guy who stuck by him and listened to his rants.

Skip to when Jack becomes Pumpkin King, and the first thing he does is change the system. So it has elected officials but still upholds the royalty title. He puts himself at most responsibility because it’s the Kingly thing to do. And he manages to convince the citizens to elect The Mayor as…well, The Mayor, and the guy delivers a, like, 500 word speech afterwards to prove himself. He gets elected and doesn’t have to scare anymore because now he’s contributing to Halloween, just in another way.

So….I’m kind of mixed between deciding if he died this way or was just born deceased and grew up alongside Jack? I kind of really like the latter but the first decision kind of makes more sense. Either way, Jack knows that the Mayor has troubles relying on himself but really has good ideas, so he just works alongside him even though he does 98% of the work. And that’s why he’s the Mayor even though Halloween Town already has a King. xD

narcissa malfoy was probably the most powerful occlumens in hogwarts history and nobody knew

she literally stood up to lord voldemort and lied that harry potter was dead and i don’t know about you but if i were an evil ruler i would probably want to triple-check that my nemesis was, you know, actually deceased

voldemort had actual doubts about snape

narcissa swans on by without a whisper, without a second glance

Idea for a Superman origin movie

built around two solid points:
1) Lois Lane is the lead character; and
2) The audience dose not know who is playing Superman going into the movie.

So the movie centers around a young Lois, who’s desperately trying to get a job as a reporter at the Daily Planet, despite a hiring freeze as the printed journalism business struggles to keep up, and despite the fact she has no prior journalism experience (at least, not outside of an expensive degree that has yet to start paying for itself). Even though no one at the Planet will even return her calls, she barges in in the middle of a work day, trying to get an interview. She bounces off a lot of people (a number of them tall guys with dark hair and nice eyes who she barely notices) until she tracks down Perry White, who tells her, sarcastically, that he’ll hire her on the spot if she can bring him a properly sourced article revealing the story Metropolis’s new hero, who just yesterday stopped a runaway train with his bare hands. 

She gets to work. Her friends tell her she’s crazy. Her sister bails her out of jail at least once (maybe a montage of times). Her father, General Lane, threatens disownment and/or military arrest. This “menace” broke a muggers arm last week, and is wanted for vigilantism. If she really does find out the identity of this man (who’s been gaining notoriety with every feat) and brings it to a newspaper before the military, her father would have to take action. (This country is his family, after all.)

But the more Lois looks into this ‘super man’, the more she likes what she sees. It’s hard without credentials, but she’s been collecting eye-witness reports for months trying to find the pattern to track; the pattern that everyone’s been looking for. She has dozens of interviews with police, and store owners, and caught criminals, but it’s in the interviews of the regular folk that she finds the pattern:

This man is kind. 

Every headline is about a larger-than-life figure who catches falling statues, wins chases with cars, and stops bullets with his pecs. In the words of the innocent people of Metropolis though, is someone else. Someone who flies broken cars to the shop from the highway during rush hour. Someone who takes a sobbing child from the scene of a bike accident and drops off a smiling one with their parents. Someone who’s been spotted leaving flowers by the headstones of the ones who didn’t make it out of that train crash. Someone who sits in a secluded corner of the park and plays chess with the old woman who’s husband can no longer leave the house. Someone who literally pulled a dog out of a river and a cat from a tree. 

So, to find the Man of Steel, Lois searches for kindness - and she finds it everywhere. She finds all the coats freely shed for someone cold. She finds all the grocery carts paid for by the previous customer. She finds lonely veterans offered a seat at the family table in restaurants. She finds hate symbols painted over with cute cartoons and symbols of love. She finds dozens and dozens of volunteers who help clean up and serve food and rebuild after train crashes and car wrecks and robberies. 

She finds Superman.

And then she finds a man in the park.

He’s not doing much, just sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. The copy of the Daily Planet on the bench next to him speculates on the dangers of super humans, as it has every day for the last two weeks. Some have even suggested that the Man of Steel is an alien, though those theories have only barely broken into mainstream. Whatever this man is worrying over, whatever weight is on his shoulders, seems much heavier than a newspaper, though. Lois hasn’t worried herself with the same issue’s as her prospective employer, either. Thoughts still on the group of teens she’s just passed, each promising to beat up on some boy for their friend, are still fresh on her mind, and she takes the spot next to the stranger on the bench.

He’s not a stranger, though. Lois recognizes him. She doesn’t know his name, but she saw him that day at the Daily Planet months ago, and she’s seen him across the police tape at scenes she’s investigated. He wrote today’s front page article: “Man of Steel, or Menace of Steel?”

He’s politely flustered when she sits down, and she promptly tells him that everything about his article - she’s already read it, of course - is absurd. She doesn’t care who “made him write it”, the entire thing is just plain wrong. She finds herself repeating stories she’s read and re-read at all hours of the morning. Stories of regular people who’d told her how they’d been inspired by Superman. How they’d taken leaps of faith toward recovery and new lives thanks to Superman. Teenagers have chosen to live because of Superman. She quotes sources, and sources of people, including herself, who have said that the city of Metropolis - maybe even the world - was so much better because of Superman.

“Superman?” the reporter asks.

“It’s just something I’ve been calling him. He’s got that big S on his chest, right?”

The reporter laughs. He hasn’t smiled the whole time, only looked at her with wide eyes. His smile is… nice. His glasses are dumb though.

“Yeah,” she admits, “it’s a dumb name.”

“No,” he says. A weight has fallen off his shoulders while she was flipping through her notebooks. He sniffles a bit. Lois had just torn into his article with all the fury she could muster, is he crying about it? No, he’s smiling, still. “I really like it. Have you written all this down?”

Lois Lane writes it all down. Her new friend (who proofread the hell out of it because Lois is driven as hell but can’t spell) Clark Kent turned it in to his boss. The newest headline reads:

The Story of Superman -by Lois Lane


She’s getting paid more than Clark in under a year. He just seems to be so distracted all the time. Maybe she should look into that…

More Watertribe Lance
Also avatar Lance this time because we talked about this with friends and we are lance trash we wondered what kind of pet Lance would have if he was the avatar… Like Aang has Appa and Korra has Naga.

And we ended up with a Peacock-Lion because it just suits him perfectly

(also it was supposed to be Keith’s pet -bc yeah it’s definitely more a firenation-ish beast- but things happened ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) i’ll write headcanons someday lmao)

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get you a man as supportive as scott mccall

How dan and Phil probably broke up #62
  • Phil: You've been a bad boy and bad boys get punished
  • Phil: *ties Dan to the bed*
  • Dan: Ooo are we gonna have kinky se-
  • Phil: *plays hello internet on loop*
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Agent Washington throughout the seasons

Bonus + 

cis people are really uncomfortable with the idea of masculine trans men because to cis people we have to be uwu soft boys who love make up but like….

shoutout to my dudes who grew up being called “tomboys” and fit in with the lads more and realized it was actually because they were men all along

shoutout to masculine trans men who wanna hang out in sports bars and “men’s” spaces but feel outcased because theyre trans

shoutout to trans men who are into male dominated video games who feel uncomfortable using voice chat in a server full of cis men

and shoutout to trans men in board shorts and baseball caps because 2017 is the year we trans men steal cishet boy culture

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIRO UR A BIG BOY NOW

(forgive my awful handwriting, tiny story in my tags lmao)

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Theory: IRL Bendy Is Blind

So you ever notice how Bendy just like… looks around when he first appears? He’s not really attacking you, despite being right in front of him, he’s just sort of… turning.

Maybe this was just done so you couldn’t actually die in Chapter 1, but here’s another possibility: What if IRL Bendy is actually blind?

As I pointed out in this post, you should theoretically be able to see his right eye if it matched his 2D version - and yet that area is completely blank. Combine that with the tons of ink dripping down his face, further blocking whatever sight he could potentially have, and it’s entirely possible he just flat-out can’t see. Maybe he doesn’t need to or maybe he just relies on supernatural senses, but that would explain why he’s turning: He knows you’re somewhere around him, but he can’t pinpoint where.

Heck, maybe this’ll be how you get past him in Chapter 2. While you could always drive your axe into him and run for it, that would require you to get dangerously close. However, if this theory is true, another possibility would just be to press up against the wall and move as quietly as possible, then make a break for it once you’re past him - thus driving up the tension, as you have no idea if he’s gong to hear you and suddenly attack or not.

anonymous asked:

Okay, so here I am, an innocent lurker, having just found this blog, when I see: "what if the skywalkers were cthulu-type monsters." excuse me??? please elaborate you just wrote that and nothing else im dying ex p la i n y o ur s el f

  • The Force is everything that ever was and ever will be, every storm and every silence, the hunting krayk dragon and cowering bantha calf: it is huge, all-consuming, completely inhuman. How, then, could its children be anything short of monstrous? (Wonders, yes. But monsters all the same.)
  • Anakin Skywalker is boy-shaped, but Obi Wan cannot bear to look at him. 
  • A clarification: he can look at him with his human eyes; but he must clamp down the extra eyes his Force-sensitivity gives him, because when he doesn’t – well. The first time he met the boy he hadn’t closed those eyes; he’d open them, wide and curious and seen –
    • teeth and claws and roiling shadows, a slipslide of features and starfire, the white blur of warpspeed and it hurts –
  • Anakin Skywalker is the son of the Force, half human and half something extraordinary. There’s a reason the Jedi don’t like him, why Yoda mistrusts him; they all have to close their extra eyes around him; and even when they’re white-knuckled with effort, clamping down so the Force can’t so much as whisper to them (and that hurts Jedi, of course it does, it runs counter to all their training about opening up and trusting in the Force) and even then they still feel the velvet quiver of unseen limbs over their skin. 
  • And more. And worse. When he is angry – which is often – his shadow warps into something awful, and even the least Force-sensitive being quails at the profound wrongness of the sight. His features warp and melt, teeth spiralling out from his pupils, his mouth cracks open wide, his tongue growing scales and feathers and catching fire and he smiles, oh how he smiles and –
    • nothing like him should exist and
    • and you blink, lose the moment, he’s just a young man glowering at you, and his shadow is the same, but the memory of that horror is seared into the back of your brain.
  • It is no surprise that Padme dies in childbed. 
  • The first child’s cry makes Obi Wan’s bones rattle. It – you could not call it anything but an it – is a twisting, squirming mess of light and dark. There’s a wing, a thorned branch: you cannot focus on it. You cannot pin a shape to it. Obi Wan wants to run away, run and never look back. But the Med Droid is offering it to him; and it is a child, of a sort; and Obi Wan takes it, and it coalesces into a soft pink baby girl. He places it – her – against Padme’s white breast. Padme cradles it. “She’s beautiful.”
  • The second is just the same: pushed out like any human baby, but a roling mess of lightening and thick syrupy cloud, one moment tentacled and the next furred, pure power condensed. Obi Wan takes it in his arms and it solidifies into another fat baby, small and squalling. 
  • He’s not like the other babies, Luke Skywalker. He’s a funny one. When he smiles, you have the sudden absurd impulse that he’s got too many teeth for his face. His hair is corn-gold, but when you see it out of the corner of your eye you swear that it isn’t hair at all, but fire and teeth. Looking at him too long is like staring into the sun. 
  • The other children are scared of him, Behu says to Owen, once. And Owen says: children always know. And Behu says: he isn’t a bad kid. Owen says: he’s a wonder. And that’s the problem. 
  • Jabba’s goons go to the Lars farm to collect water once. Only once. They return to Jabba’s palace gibbering nonsense, with their eyes burned out. Both mumble something about there’s something wrong with the boy and then jump into the ragnar pit. 
  • Don’t do that again, says Owen, but he hugs his nephew all the same, pulls him close, kisses his temple. He feels something hot-cold run over his spine, like something far larger than the child is trying to embrace him back. That night, Behu runs her fingers over the new white scartissue on her husband’s back, and says, he’s a good kid. Owen says, I know.
  • If I was there I could have saved them, Luke says to Ben Kenobi, years later, and in that moment he has a thousand thousand eyes and all of them are burning, and he has no limbs but a dozen wings bearing him aloft, and each feather is molten gold and each feather drips blood. Ben thinks of Anakin, screws his Force-sensitivity closed. Luke is a monster. A wonder. But first and foremost he is a boy, and he is grieving. 
    • Ben Kenobi holds him while he weeps. 
  • When Leia comes, she turns into a celestial horror with more teeth than Han cares to count. “Huh,” he says, after their first time. She’s so little in his arms, but so vast. He feels something gentle his back. He says, “Next time, I’ll wear a blindfold, princess. Don’t want to blind me, do you? Then I won’t be able to see when you’re doing stupid shit.” She titters, presses her face into the curve of his neck. 
    • Love comes to everyone, including monsters. 

The whole “Lucius was abusive with Draco” thing has always been so funny to me. Really, I don’t get how people are able to believe something so silly. 

Seriously, guys, wake the fuck up, if Lucius had been abusive with his son, he wouldn’t have been a part of the series. You know why? Because Narcissa “If you attack my son again I shall ensure that is the last thing you ever do” Malfoy would have killed him ten times in a row. 

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I never told you but over countless years you have m e a n t  s o  m u c h to me. You have been a r e d e e m e r, a c o n f i d a n t, a m e n t o r, a r i v a l and a f r i e n d. And at times, yes, you’ve been a royal pain in the ass […] I’m so sorry, m y  b r o t h e r

im not saying nina taught sonny to read, but that is what she tells people