dora watch

Imagine an advanced Muggle studies class where the students learn about television and TV shows and it’s just them watching Dora the Explorer sometimes

Also the students thinking “Swiper no swiping” could be a spell

epitome-of-holding-grudges  asked:

Because I love you and you're awesome and I'm bored, here: Lance from Voltron!

Right so instead of A, B, C, D this became a huge collection of some of my Lance headcanons some are serious some are funny some are idk so just brace yourself

  • Now the obvious ones, of course:
  • Lance has ADHD
    • I could write a 5 page analysis about everything that points to his ADHD; possibly longer if I was given enough time
  • Lance is bilingual
    • If Lance isn’t bilingual then what’s the point of VLD
  • Middle child Lance
    • I mean he definitely has the aura of an older sibling but also the qualities of a younger sibling so
    • Something that happens with siblings close in age is like when the older one goes through a phase everyone goes through it
    • But it also works the other way around
    • So like everyone will learn to ride a bike at the same time
    • But everyone will also watch Dora at the same time
    • Trust me on this
    • This is most definitely not from personal experience how could you ever suggest something as preposterous as me reading kindergarten books as an eight/nine year old??
    • (Fourth grade was wild I read everything from high school books to pre-k stuff)
    • But yeah middle child Lance
  • The sibling closest to his age is a sister
    • No reason why but I just know okay
  • Okay so we’ve already established that he’s competitive
  • But also with ADHD
    • So basically when he has to do something he doesn’t focus and it ends up meh
    • Like he can do better but
    • He can’t, y’know?
    • But then when it’s a competition
    • All of a sudden there’s a reward
    • And it really motivates him
    • And all of that focus that usually wanders around is completely dedicated to winning
    • And part of the reason for his “rivalry” is because he knows it’s the only way he’ll be able to get better
    • And also it’s like??? When you have a goal to do something you can always get distracted but when it’s right in front of you then you do it
  • Anyway Lance plays an instrument
    • Guitar? Piano? One of those two I think; possibly violin but more likely one of the first two 
    • He’s
    • “Talented” is an understatement
    • You can tell that he pours his soul into his playing
    • And honestly it’s beautiful. Perfect. More than perfect
    • But I mean his voice is like
    • Average
    • It’s not bad, not at all
    • It’s just not like out of this world like his skills at playing his instrument
    • But Keith
    • Keith
    • His voice is just
    • Beautiful
    • But he doesn’t really know it??
    • Like yeah sure he sings to himself and all
      • It’s a habit he gained when he lived in the desert
      • He needed something to break the silence
    • But he doesn’t think it’s anything special
    • It is though
    • And when the two team up
    • Lance playing the music and Keith singing
    • It’s amazing
  • Lance’s jacket was a hand-me-down
    • It belonged to someone in his family
    • Someone who left
      • Or died
    • And somehow or the other, his jacket gets damaged
    • And he freaks out
    • And at first they’re all “…it’s just a jacket”
    • And then they’re like maybe it reminds him of Earth??
    • But even so
    • Why would it affect him that much??
    • They don’t know
  • Lance was born in the winter
    • Not the winter-winter I guess but like?? November
  • Lance ft. emotions
    • Now he’s what you might call emotional in a way
    • But it’s not really obvious
    • Because when he’s around people it’s all jokes and stuff and like??? There’s isn’t time for emotion??? Idk how to explain this honestly
    • But when he feels something
    • He feels it
    • His true anger, his true sadness, his true feelings are so raw and full of emotion
    • But all of his feelings are very… ephemeral I guess
    • Because every day is another blur of things to think about and focus about and talk about
    • So one day he’ll be really down
    • And the next he’ll be super energetic and all
  • This isn’t something I super strongly headcanon like I never really thought about it or anything but it’s definitely feasible:
  • Lance is gifted
    • So before he was diagnosed with ADHD and got medication and stuff
    • Lance used to have bad grades
    • Not extremely bad but like a lot of B’s and some A’s and some C’s
    • But kids usually have higher grades when they’re younger
    • Since they don’t have as much work and stuff
    • So they had him take a test to see whether it was a matter of a lack of intelligence or knowledge
    • And they’re blown away
    • Bc this kid apparently knows all the information he’s supposed to learn in his grade level and the year isn’t even halfway through
    • And he has a pretty high IQ
    • So Lance is really smart
    • It’s just not his Thing™
    • It’s not what people know him for
  • Lance’s dad taught him how to shoot a gun in Hawaii
    • And to drive a boat and a plane and a car
    • No this is not an actual headcanon but to those of you who caught the reference: bless you and also please drop me a message or an ask or something if you want to I mean
  • I have about 8.2378128 million more headcanons for Lance honestly
  • And most of the VLD characters tbh
  • Bc none of them are very concrete characters so far
  • So there are so many ways to explore them
  • Anyway yeah this is just the tip of the iceberg but I think that’s enough lmao
    • Well, for now ;)
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◇ Shin Wonho is dead.

◇ Wonho x reader

◇ mafia!au

◇ requested by anon; Could I please request a mafia au/gang au with wonho even the thought is killing me

◇ ummm this is way angstier than i planned. Oop

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Wonho was cold. Icy cold. He was blue locks and battered knuckles and bruised lips and a black eye that was really shades of purple, not black.

He was never hesitant, always sure of every step forward he would take. Wonho could interrogate the toughest person known to man and they would be writhing for help in ten seconds. He was quick and nimble and good with his fists. Wonho had skills.

These skills were the main reason for Shownu’s interest in him. He remembers it clearly, how he was recruited; three years ago, after a good fight. He won, so of course it was good.

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even though im not a hamilton blog i have to post this
  • James Madison: I bet you didn't know that came from France.
  • Alexander Hamilton: ACTUALLY, I DID KNOW THAT JAMES. BUT YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT DIDN'T COME FROM FRANCE!?
  • Alexander: THIS MOTHER-FUCKING BERET-WEARING, BOYFRIEND-STEALING, STUTTERING PIECE OF CANADIAN HORSE-SHIT.
  • Alexander: YEAH, I SAID IT. FUCK YOU THOMAS JEFFERSON. FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR BOYFRIEND, AND THE FUCKING FETUS THAT'S GROWING INSIDE THE DISEASED-RIDDEN VOID, THAT YOU CALL A GODDAMN WOMB.
  • Alexander: AND FUCK YOU AARON BURR. FUCK YOU, YOU SHITTY GLOB OF DONKEY-COCK. I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL, FOR THE SHITTY THINGS YOU DID TODAY.
  • Alexander: 'CAUSE YOU ARE NOT THE LEAST BIT SNEAKY, YOU'RE NOT THE LEAST BIT CLEVER, AND YOUR ONLY TALENT IS OPENING YOUR LEGS FOR PENISES THAT WOULD RATHER BE INSIDE OF ME!
  • Thomas Jefferson: Wow, Alexander. Wow.
  • Thomas: You guys wanna go watch Dora the Explorer?
too cute [t’challa]

the dora milaje find you crying in our room for reasons they did not expect. (ft. black female reader)

tagging: @redgillan, @mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer, @almondbuttercup

warnings: FLUFF, crying

additional notes: finally wrote something for the king! i used some names of legitimate members of the dora milaje (ayo, aneka, okoye, and nakia) but i also created two more using xhosa names: kuhle and nceba. fun fact: in the comics, ayo and aneka are girlfriends :) the reader in this fic is a black woman engaged to t’challa.

Originally posted by pandasubaru

You sniffled and used the sleeve of your sweatshirt to wipe away yet another tear. You didn’t mind crying in private, but when the tears interfered with your vision, you had to at least acknowledge their existence, even if it meant smudging your eyeliner.

“My lady, are you alright?”

You spun around in your seat to see Ayo poking her head through the half-open door, her dark eyes filled with concern. Beyond her you saw the rest of the Dora Milaje peering into the room over her shoulder. You swore inwardly; while the Dora Milaje had watched over you for years, you hated letting them see you cry. “I’m fine, Ayo, thank you,” you said, struggling to keep the sob out of your voice.

“My queen, what troubles you?” Ayo opened the door fully, and she and the other women filed into the room, each settling in the lounge in the divans and armchairs around you. Ayo and Aneka settled on the sofa on either side of you. You didn’t miss the worried glance they exchange over your head.

You squirmed in your seat, and Ayo’s gaze fell to your lap, to the phone in your hands. “It’s nothing, I promise,” you mumbled, leaning back against the couch cushion and holding the phone to your chest.

Aneka arched one perfectly shaped brow and held her hand out. Guiltily, you handed her the phone, and she turned it over to study the screen. Her mouth fell open, and after a few seconds of tense silence, you could see her eyes becoming glassy. “Your majesty—”

“Aneka, what is it?” Ayo demanded. “Let me see.” Aneka held the phone out to her, and you mentally face-palmed while Ayo watched your screen with wide eyes. “This is—”

“Ayo, please, it’s just—” you protested, but the rest of the girls interrupted you.

“Let us see, too!”

“What is it, Ayo?”

“Is it inappropriate?”

One by one, the other bodyguards rose from their seats and moved to stand behind the couch, eager to get a look at your phone, which Ayo gingerly returned to you. You held it out at arm’s length for everyone to see, and you could feel the tears return to your eyes. Nakia handed you a handkerchief—black cotton with a beautiful gold print; you expected nothing less from such a well-dressed woman—and Okoye patted your shoulder comfortingly, even as she fought back her own tears.

At least now you weren’t the only one crying.


T’Challa returned from his duties eager for a warm meal and cuddling session with his queen-to-be. He opened the door to your shared quarters to see more women than he had expected. Most of the Dora Milaje were doubled over the back of the couch. He opened his mouth to speak and was interrupted by a resounding “aww” of adoration. He searched the room and found your shock of dark curls among the others. “My love? What is going on here?” he called out.

You sniffled. T’Challa rushed to you immediately, kneeling before you on the floor and checking your face for distress, for injury. There were tears in your eyes, as he’d expected, and your cell phone was in your hands. All the Dora Milaje were focused on the screen, watching with glistening eyes and opened mouths. Kuhle was covering her mouth with one hand, while Nceba had a look of pure delight. “What is it, my love?” he asked you tenderly. “Who has hurt you?”

You shook your head and turned the phone toward him.

T’Challa blinked. On your screen was a video of puppies—pugs, he realized upon further inspection. They couldn’t be more than couple weeks old, their eyes still shut as they crawled weakly across a downy dog bed in search of their mother. They were so small, so soft-looking, with their round dark faces and feeble little paws. T’Challa could see why they would affect you so intensely. He knew you had a soft spot for animals. Last week, for your birthday, he had arranged for the two of you to visit a Wakandan family who bred Rottweilers. You had turned to mush, simply lying down on the floor and allowing the puppies to smother you with cuteness and lick away your tears of joy. He chuckled at the memory, and at the pugs still wriggling across your screen. One let out a tiny, high-pitched chirrup, and the entire Dora Milaje squealed with delight—even Ayo, who cleared her throat and played it off cool afterward. Aneka smirked at her knowingly.

“You have been crying… because of these videos?” T’Challa asked, smiling at you.

You pouted and slouched further into the couch cushion, hiding your teary eyes behind your curls. The collar of your sweatshirt—his sweatshirt, he realized—muffled your voice as you replied sheepishly, “You know how I am with dogs, T’Challa.”

T’Challa laughed and leaned forward to kiss your pouty lips. He rose from the floor and sat down on the couch beside you, or rather under you, since you immediately nuzzled close to him. He draped an arm around your shoulders, holding you against him, and watched the video with you. One puppy paused, his pink mouth agape in a yawn. You gasped audibly.

“They are quite adorable,” T’Challa remarked. “Not as cute as you, but adequate.”

“They’re cuter than me and you know it,” you grumbled into his sleeve. T’Challa chuckled.

The video ended, and T’Challa sighed with relief. Perhaps now his bodyguards would disperse and he could finally enjoy some alone time with you. He turned to politely dismiss everyone and—

“Oh, my lady, what about that one!” exclaimed Nceba. “‘A Basket Full of Kittens’!”

You glanced up at T’Challa. He sighed in resignation and nodded; he supposed alone time with you could wait. You clicked the screen and the video began with several fluffy kittens milling about. One flopped onto its side, exhausted, revealing it’s round belly, and this time, it was T’Challa who gasped. If you turned to mush when it came to puppies, he was absolute putty when it came to kittens.

He would have to ask you about this YouTube channel later.

Tio Nevada's Secret Hideout.

I found this draft hidden (far) away in the magical draft bin (probably a drunk-draft since I don’t recall this at allllllll) & all it was missing was a good run-through edit that I managed in a 15 min break: so here’s something…

Originally posted by nerd-girl-642

Canon Character: Nevada Ramirez, from Trouble In The Heights.
OCs: Lillian, Nevada’s niece; & Natalia, Nevada’s sister & Lilly’s mother.
Situation: Nevada’s babysitting, again…

Kinda related to: Tio Nevada’s Tea Party.


Two minutes.
Okay, if he was going to be honest, maybe it was more like five.
It hadn’t been ten, though- Nevada knew that.

Quickly, he stole a peek at his cell phone. No, he was right, the phone call lasted seven minutes. He was just in the other room. It couldn’t have taken more than three minutes for his departure and his re-arrival into the living room.

Honestly; he thought he had handled the situation well. Natalia would slaughter him if her precious daughter repeated almost any of the words he had to share with his colleague, so leaving the room felt necessary for his survival and her morality. He had left that Dora show on, the one with the awfully vexing violet monkey and the fox that Nevada thought would look better as a scarf than a villain… actually, it was still playing.

Yet, somehow, in this well-planned span of not-quite-ten-minutes… Lillian had somehow conjured up a couple fitted sheets, the comforter off her own bed, one from the closet, and an assortment of pillows. Nevada watched on, as a bump that had to be his niece burrowed and shifted beneath a few of the coverings she must have been trying to prop up between the couch and the coffee table.

A+ for innovation and effort.
But, her architectural skills could be improved upon.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine people being surprised at how Tony can easily defeat a villain out of the armor with as little as a Dora Explorer watch

Imagine people being even more surprised when Tony goes up to a little girl being clutched in terror by her mother under a table and asking very politely if she would mind him borrowing her Dora Explorer watch (he promises he’s not swiping! Just borrowing if she lets him!).

(Imagine the villain taking a moment to clutch their chest before remembering Tony’s the enemy.)

Imagine Tony explaining to the little girl exactly what he’s doing as he does it and then promises that he’ll put it back to how it was originally. Imagine him blasting the villain and distracting them long enough for help to show up (whether allies or another suit) and taking the time to repair the little girl’s watch and signing an autograph before winking at her and saying “Gotta go!” like a dork.

Imagine news crews interviewing the little girl and her mother gushing about Tony Stark and the little girl thrusting her little wrist up at the newscaster so he can look at her watch.

My Christmas Truce gift! 

for @vmkaa 

They gave me a lot of great options for this, all of which I considered doing (and still might) but one of them, Sam hanging out with Dora, was so different and cute, so I decided to give that a try! So, dragon form Dora watching Sam play video games. They’re supposed to be in Sam’s room but I have no patience for backgrounds and was running pretty late on this.

There are some things I’m not completely content with, but I like how it turned out regardless!

I also made a gif of the early shading process for this, just for fun and personal curiosity. Done layer by layer so some transitions are out of order. It’s under the cut, along with a high res link:

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OUAT CON TORONTO 2017 - SEAN’S PANEL
  • “What’s it like not living next to Colin anymore” “it’s so sad. it’s like when joey and chandler separated” (x)
  • “I put it (Moana) on for my son but it’s really just for me” - Sean (and he starting singing ) (x)
  • Sean’s favourite villain: Rumple. he loves Bobby and is such a big fan (x)
  • Sean’s son’s first word was backpack and then he didn’t talk again for a month (he watched Dora the Explorer a lot) (x)
  • Sean’s fave scene to shoot with Lana.
    • Someone in the audience: the vault scene!!
    • Sean: that’s where they did it! (x)
  • It’s impossible for Sean to pick his fave scene w Lana bc they always have a good laugh together and she’s a joy to work with (x)
  • “She’s got a great laugh” - Sean about Lana (x)
  • “We hugged for a few minutes and had a few tears” - Sean on filming his last scene w Lana when he didn’t think he would come back (x)
  • Little girl: how do you think the old Robin felt about dying?
    • Sean: I’m sure he loved it! Jk, what do you think?
    • Little girl: bad (x)
  • Little girl: why did you die?
    • Sean: sometimes when a man and a woman love each other… (x)
  • Robin would give Killian a robotic hand as a wedding gift bc his wedding night is coming up & some things u can do better w 2 hands (x)

Video - “Why did you die

(x)

credits to @youtradedyourshipforme