favorite girl in the show

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Sara Lance taking over typical heterosexual endings (1x08/2x12)

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Emma, Regina, Red and Belle from OUAT in Disney style

I get excited when I manage to catch the likeness! That’s the easy part - it takes way longer to draw all the princess hair, ho boy.

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i saw someone make this crossover and i couldnt help but draw the Power Puff Gems

things-with-teeth  asked:

Cue five minutes of me flipping back through your blog for things you've watched. Buffy!

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha oh god I have WAY more than five things I’d like to change about Buffy, but I’ll try to hit the big ones here: 

1. It Would Be Less Racist (specifically: it would not be 98% white, as it takes place IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, OH MY GOD WHERE ARE THE LATINO CHARACTERS IN THIS SHOW. WHERE ARE THE ASIAN CHARACTERS. WHY ARE THERE ONLY LIKE TWO BLACK CHARACTERS PER SEASON. Delete Inca Mummy Girl and the thanksgiving episode with extreme prejudice, much as I love Spike going “you made a bear!”, and Willow’s white guilt.) 

2. “Seeing Red” is gone. Spike’s season six character arc makes sense, and James Marsters and the writers don’t visibly fight in the lines vs delivery about who Spike is, what he thinks and feels, and where he’s going as a character. Rape isn’t used as a prop. Spike doesn’t get a soul. He’s more interesting without one, and Spike/Buffy is more interesting without the half-assed sanitizing they did of Spike’s character in s7, caught uselessly between wanting to stay on the right side of the sexual DMZ they set up for themselves with demons and “bad” sex on one side and souled up people and “good” sex on the other side and the knowledge that Spike can’t go the way of Angelus–he has to stay Spike to be interesting. 

3. Faith kisses Buffy on the mouth instead of the forehead. In S7, the will-they-won’t-they Spike/Buffy dynamic is broken not by Angel/Buffy but Faith/Buffy. Faith comes bearing the amulet for a hero–Angel, understandably busy with his own apocalypse, doesn’t show. Faith kissing Buffy in the basement. Faith gets the cookies speech. 

4. The magic-is-drugs thing is gone. Dark Willow isn’t poisoned, isn’t under the influence. Dark Willow is just Willow, doing what she thinks is best. Because that’s who Willow has always been. That’s the scary/awesome part. 

5. Dawn’s Keyness doesn’t go away after season five! Dawn’s Keyness continues to be important, a part of herself she learns to access and use, even if she doesn’t unlock the particular door Glory wanted her to unlock anymore! (I want Dawn to unlock doors between dimensions. I want Dawn to be the masterkey for the multiverse.) 

6. (Yes, I know I was only supposed to go to five, and I know that this is Angel and not Buffy, but this is important:) SPIKE TELLS BUFFY HE IS ALIVE

7. GUNN/FRED FOREVER!!!!! DOWN WITH THE TYRANNY OF WES/FRED!!!!!!

8. CORDY DOESN’T DIE!!!!!!!!!! CORDY ISN’T FRIDGED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CORDY DOES NOT SUFFER A STUPID MYSTICAL EVIL CHARACTER-SABOTAGING PREGNANCY PLOTLINE FOLLOWED BY A STUPID MYSTICAL COMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JOSS WHEDON IS NOT A DICK TO CHARISMA CARPENTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9. LESS RAPE JOKES OVERALL

10. LESS ABLEISM OVERALL 

….okay I was hoping to keep this at ten, but ONE MORE

11. OLIVIA STICKS AROUND AND BECOMES A MAJOR CHARACTER AND GILES GETS TO HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND A PARTNER AS WELL AS TEN PROBLEMATIC CHILDREN

okay i lied ONE MORE FOR REAL

12. FUCKING XANDER DOESN’T MAKE THAT HORRIBLE SPEECH ABOUT BUFFY BEING A BAD GIRLFRIEND TO RILEY, OR IF HE DOES, BUFFY DOESN’T BELIEVE THAT BULLSHIT AND INSTEAD SHE AND THE NARRATIVE CALL HIM OUT ON HIS MISOGYNY AND SHE DEFINITELY DOESN’T GO RUNNING AFTER STUPID RILEY’S STUPID PLANE. 

  • sophia: [describing what happened after she broke her glasses] it took me six hours to find my way home.
  • dorothy: ma, if you couldn't see, why didn't you call me to come get you?
  • sophia: i tried to, but every time i put in a dime and dialed, a condom popped out. i've got 5 in my pocket, here dorothy. a lifetime's supply.
Just for curiosity...

I wanna see how many people on Tumblr that are 18 or above watch Disney Channel nowadays

tag your fav shows that are still airing (or ended recentely)

Maybe the key to this whole mess is Fitz’s mother? Maybe that’s what he’ll need in the end to remember who he truly is, a reminder of the brilliant, strong, independent, loving, kind, and gentle woman who raised him to be a man of feeling, a man who displays all of his emotional highs a lows without fear of degradation or shame. Would be a powerful message, that although Fitz may have longed for a proper/loving father figure, in the end, he had all he needed and more from his mother. Jemma Simmons inspires him to be brilliant, Mama Fitz inspires him to feel - both women will save him in the end.

Sometimes all you need is a mom.

Samurai Jack, CI

Let me be clear: I am a fan of Samurai Jack. I have been since I was a little girl. I grew up watching this show. Jack’s character is one of my childhood heroes and role models. For me, as a young girl, he was an example of righteousness and justice in the face of cruelty, ignorance, and literally pure evil.

A righteous person is one who lives their ideals; who doesn’t compromise their beliefs. I remember clearly the day I learned what real righteousness was, and it was from a Samurai Jack episode.

I’ve always been headstrong and outspoken and that made being a kid really difficult at times; I found it hard - still find it hard - to turn the other cheek when I should or to remain polite in the face of pettiness. But Jack demonstrated those things for me.

Samurai Jack was an informative, important part of my childhood. Persevere in the adversity and injustice; do not stoop to cruelty when others are cruel to you; stick to your guns even when it’s hard and inconvenient - all are things Samurai Jack taught me.

And I love this show. I really do. I’ve seen every episode, and I re-watched the first four seasons in preparation for the release of the fifth and final season. I know the jokes, the running gags; I have favorite characters and episodes; in my family we quote the Scotsman on a daily basis - yes, we really do.

And I enjoyed the HELL out of the last season and the last episode. When I saw the Canine Archaeologist I actually shouted; the “jump good” throwback had me cackling; when the Scotsman burst onto the screen in the final showdown I just about pissed myself with excitement; and Ashi’s insight which led to Jack and Aku’s final confrontation was just AMAZING.

It was a great episode, a great final season, and a great show.

But…

Ashi is the first recurring female character Samurai Jack has ever featured, apart from his own mother, who has literally no dialogue throughout the entire series.

Seeing her demolish that entire army in episode XCVIII was like seeing Rey turn her lightsaber on for the first time in The Force Awakens. I got to watch my childhood dreams come true. I got CHILLS.

My favorite childhood TV show finally said it: a girl can be powerful, too. A girl can fight. A girl can win. A girl is just as good. A girl is equal.

Ashi was an important character to me. She wasn’t just a love interest to me.

Genndy Tartakovsky, I want an apology.

I want you to apologize for how you’ve made me feel. I don’t care if Ashi’s ending makes sense given everything else that happened. I don’t care if it’s only logical. For fuck’s sake, the Scotsman survived because of Celtic Fucking Magic. There’s no room for blame-shifting or backing out of what you chose to do.

Ashi just wasn’t as important as one of the guys, and that’s why she didn’t survive to the end. You killed off your only developed female character for the sake of emotional impact.

Ashi is more than the plot device you turned her into.

Or at least, she was.

Sunshine (Avengers x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! Okay first off this isn’t exactly an Avengers imagine as I only wrote like three characters buuuuut it’s not like a specific romance imagine either so yeah haha, secondly, so sorry anon but I didn’t write that they were watching football together, I just wrote that they were watching a series, I hope you don’t mind😅Anyways, enjoy!!

Request: Hey Darling :) Can I ask you for an imagine ? :) I really have a bad time at the Moment and thought of some cheering up. Maybe something where you’re also an avenger and the others also notice you’re Feeling down lately. So to get you in a better mood, Steve & Bucky take you out for some ice cream and later watch Football together. Slowly you start to feel better and later you fall asleep cuddled together with them on the Sofa. I hope this is okay with you :)


You dragged your feet to the kitchen, not in the mood for anything at all now. It was just one of those days where you wake up and just feel like crap for no reason but well not really no reason, you almost jeopardized the mission yesterday by getting your cover blown.

Sighing, you saw Tony pouring a cup of coffee for himself. He glanced at you before immediately turning around to grab your cup from the cabinet above. “Coffee?”

You gave him a look and sigh. “Do you even have to ask?”

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Reconsider. (ii)

or… y/n rethinks her decision about leaving harry

category: mild angst & fluff 

part i. part ii.

two months later…

She wakes up to the heavy sound of pans crashing to the floor downstairs, and a cold draft of air brushing over her bare shoulder. Harry had told her that he liked to sleep with the ceiling fan on, but the A/C as well? Was the man raised by Father Christmas himself?

Her hands press around Harry’s white comforter in search for a shirt or maybe a robe to cover her barely clothed body. She’d find some way to keep more of the chilled air to hit any more of her skin. She eventually finds the silk button-up she planned on going to sleep in, down on the floor near Harry’s side of the bed; in the process of picking the shirt up, she finds herself feeling somewhat like a 5-year-old with her very first crush when she thinks about her having her own side of the bed. Of his bed.

When her shirt is somewhat buttoned up, she slips on Harry’s house shoes left by his ensuite bathroom and begins to make her way down the steps. There’s a bit of smoke clouding the area around the kitchen, but the smell coming from the large space was anything but unpleasant. She watched his bare back plate the food on a cute breakfast tray she remembers him buying the other day. He jumps, turning around to face her when he hears his shoes she was wearing slide against the marble tile.

“What are y’- Babe, no.”

She laughs at his peeved expression moving around the counter to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Harry, it’s 6 in the morning. What are you doing up?”

“I was makin’ you food. Breakfast on your first night over, you’ve gone and ruined that now, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I was the one that dropped whatever woke me up.”

He can’t help but crack a sheepish smile. “The oil splashed all over the damn handle– impossible to get a grip.”

“Do you need help carrying it to the table?” She moves to pick up a slice of a strawberry before Harry moves to swat her hands away.

“Breakfast in bed, minus the sausages I dropped. Get y’cute ass upstairs and pretend to sleep.”

She’s now the one to swat as his hands with a smile when he tries to grab squeeze of her bum. “One night of sex and you’ve already had a confidence boost?“

“Can’t help it.” he calls as she begins to scurry up his stairs.

“Give me 3 minutes to brush my teeth!”

He’d surprised her with a desk that morning, the main reason he had woken up at 4 in the morning and slept the rest of the day. She appreciated his gesture nonetheless, thankful for him taking the time to build the pesky (and very complicated) piece of furniture.

Every morning since he’d placed the desk on the left wall of his room (right under the window so that she could have the best amount of light), she’d be sat in the comfortable chair he’d provided just a few days later, doing last minute paperwork or typing away for an essay due the following night –her favorite morning talk show playing in the background.

He’d always toss a small pillow at the back of her head when he was finally awake, then spend 10 full minutes trying to convince her to get back in the bed for one last cuddle before she left for school.

When he looks over at the desk now, it’s empty. Her plush fleece sweater was no longer hung over the back of her chair, her laptop wasn’t sitting atop of the surface, displaying a PDF of a book she’s never been able to go out and buy a physical copy of. The desk looked dead, in fact– the light poking through the blinds brought anything but nice thoughts. She left her favorite pencil holders and he wonders if she’d be able to write a “good arse essay” without her lucky pen that was now sitting in an unused cabinet with the rest of her things she forgot.

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