Following the destruction of Starkiller, Hux is given a choice: exile or death. Taking what crew remains loyal to him and the Finalizer, he retreats to the Wild Space beyond the edges of the Unknown Regions, gathering what information he can and biding his time.

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Can we get a sketch of Stan showing off Ford's embarrassing baby photo as Ford tries to stop him?

Ford tries to burn it but Stan’s already made 50 copies and hidden them around the house.

“As the Dark Lord becomes ever more powerful, your race is set still more firmly above mine! Gringotts falls under Wizarding rule, house-elves are slaughtered, and who amongst the wand-carriers protests?”
“We do!” said Hermione. She had sat up straight, her eyes bright. “We protest! And I’m hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I’m a Mudblood!”
“Don’t call yourself —” Ron muttered.
“Why shouldn’t I?” said Hermione. “Mudblood, and proud of it! I’ve got no higher position under this new order than you have, Griphook! It was me they chose to torture, back at the Malfoys’!” 


Lorde - Everybody Wants to the the World

And so, 6 days later, BumbleBeeRosey returns from her greatest adventure yet with this treasure that has probably sped up the development of carpal tunnel in her right hand.

I tried to add music but I’ve never done it before and it wasn’t working so well so um…please look up the song and listen to that whilst viewing to greatly improve the experience!

Can you find the Doctor Who and Mewtwo Strikes Back references?


Modern Cartoon Rules #7 -

There must be a chick with super long flowy hair … For aesthetic purposes. 

Sorry if this isn’t very good, it’s 3:30 am and i’ve been binge watching Chopped all night and spacing out lmao

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- he sprained his ankle again

- had to wear a cast for a week and was super upset about it

- so you get to baby him for awhile

- he’s grumbly but you make him some miso ramen and after dinner you cuddle with him

- can’t stay mad when he’s getting cuddles

- whenever he’s in a bad mood he usually wants cigarettes so when he starts to get up out of bed to go for one you climb on top of his chest and pretend to fall asleep

- rule: you can’t move when something adorable is sleeping on you

- so no smoke breaks for him ᵔᴥᵔ


- his dad didn’t learn after the whole glam choi incident and now has a new gold digger

- he’s upset that his dads so selfish and just gives these woman money only to have them leave almost right away

- drinking his fourth glass of wine for the night while staring out the penthouse window

- he either wants to be alone or never wants to be alone

- but even when he says he wants to be alone he really doesn’t he’s just upset

- so you quietly waltz over to him and give him a big bear hug from behind, he jumps a little since he didn’t expect it

- after a few moments he takes a big sigh of relief and turns around in the embrace so you’re now hugging his chest

- he wraps his arms around you, swaying slightly as he rests his chin on top of your head

- or if you’re his height he’ll bury his face in your hair

- snuggles for the rest of the night to help him feel better

- Elizabeth the 3rd is there for moral support too.

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Concept: the little eel faces on Kaldur's hands change their expression depending on his mood

Being a good archer means having a good eye for detail, and Artemis has never been anything but excellent.

So it’s understandably galling when she realizes, three years into their friendship, that Kaldur’s tattoos are more than they seem.

They’re at the annual League Winter Solstice Party when she first notices, snatching his wrist as he’s about to hand Harper (on a short break from his fruitless quest to find whoever-the-fuck, Speedy, the first Roy Harper) a glass of mulled wine.

“Why are your tattoos happy,” she slurs, squinting through the pleasant buzz of alcohol. The Watchtower falls under international rules when it comes to alcohol–everyone eighteen and over is legal, and like any self-respecting American teen, she’s taking advantage while she can.

“Can they be happy? Harper, hey, Roy,” she says, and shoves Kaldur’s hand in Roy’s face. She gestures to the smiling eels that adorn Kaldur’s hands. “Am I drunk? Why are his hand snakes so, so smiley?”

Roy hmm’s, faking intrigue while shooting Kaldur an amused look. He probably thought Artemis didn’t see it, which she totally did, because detail, but she chooses not to mention it. Because, well, answers.

“No clue what you’re talking about, Blondie,” Roy says, smirking. “Does someone need a glass of water, kiddo?”

“Fuck your water,” Artemis murmurs, dropping Kaldur’s wrist. She steals the mulled wine first, downing it in one gulp to prove a point.

Roy throws his hands up in mock defeat. “Careful, Kal,” he jokes, “Looks like we got a badass over here.”

Kaldur smiles, warm with amusement at their antics. “A badass who I sincerely hope doesn’t think that a hangover will be getting her out of training tomorrow,” he teases gently, eyes dancing.

It’s a look that she doesn’t get to see on him often, Artemis realizes with a pang. Suddenly nostalgic, she throws her arms around the both of them, drawing them together.

“We should dance,” she asserts firmly, gesturing drunkenly with one heel-clad foot at the impromptu dance floor. Zattanna and Rocket are already up there, swaying drunkenly to Nat King Cole. “C’mon.”

She manages to pull the two of them to the floor, all three rocking gently in awkward tandem before Wally comes and pulls her away for a dance of their own–Kaldur I can understand, but don’t tell me you’re leaving me for Harper of all people, babe–and as she’s pulled away she sees Roy throw Kaldur’s arms over his shoulders as he leads the other man in a drunken waltz.

As Wally spins her around the room–he’s had three times the number of drinks as her, at least, but speedster metabolisms and so on–she catches a glimpse of Kaldur’s face tucked over Roy’s shoulder, blush flushing his high cheeks bones. She can see the little eels, too, grinning, where they rest on the strong muscles of Roy’s neck.

Well I’ll be damned, she thinks, and resolves to tease the two of them with this story when they finally get their shit together.

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