guess its canon

Random thoughts about episode 16
(Might have spoilers. I dunno, I tried to stay clear, but just in case)

What the fck is favaro wearing

Shout out to Bacchus as my most favorite God in the series lmao

El has completely lost it

Ok maybe not too much?¿? I have faith in him

Anyway, about Favaro’s clothes-

iT wAs A fReAkInG dReAm. And what dream. I have feelings.

No but seriously Favaro, wtf man I love you. You made my day

duuuuude, Azazel Kaisar and Favaro brot3 ftw

Cha ri oc e actually as k i n g Kaisar to be f r i e n d s (kinda) he’s the nerd with 0 friends, I can’t

why do the previews have to be non-canon, I need them to be canon!

Hyrule Encyclopedia, Page 17

(translation under the cut)

Keep reading


Good, because I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Master list

I don’t know if it worked properly so let me know if there are any problems or if any links go to the wrong story. Any ways I was going to try and label these for certain warnings but I got lazy. But all warnings are listed before the story starts. I might update this as I go, but clearly I am not very reliable when it comes to this blog.





Clint Barton:


Matt Murdock:

Wait What


Peter Parker:

Head Cannon Series:

Assassin’s Daughter: in progress

(Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt.5) (Pt. 6)


“Back on my Earth, you’re the Scarecrow.”

I really feel that ‘good-guy’ Crane would just be good ol’ Doctor Crane. (And Scarecrow is just bad Batman sooo…) So it’s not really changing him more just he’s a good doctor. Oh and Riddler knows it’s too good to be true.


Part 6! (Oh. So I was able to do part 6 today… umm.. surprise!!..?)





”- Well, we all know what was happening last Monday and who you were with. So I’m assuming…
- Dad, what the hell was I supposed to say? ‘Hi, that’s Derek Hale but he’s deaged. Because that can happen. Oh, and by the way, Agent McCall, your son is a werewolf?!’

Sterek AU: When Derek gets hit with a temporary deaging curse, the pack does it best to hide this fact. Stiles thinks he did a great job but the “cousin Miguel” thing gets out of hand and soon half of the town thinks Stiles is secretly dating some guy (including “cousin Miguel,” the actual guy that Stiles wants to date).

  • ot*yuri shippers: reaching a certain age doesn't instantly make you an actual adult!! otabek just turned 18 and it didn't automatically make him mature a ton
  • also ot*yuri shippers: lol yuri's 16 aka he's an adult in his country so it's legal :)

Prompt: My soul reached to yours.

Requested by: @myklaineinthe67impala

Prompt by: @sangrites

“Nervous, aren’t you?” Percy could swear he heard a considerable dose of amusement in Tina’s voice. He didn’t like it, not at all. “Never thought I’d see you like this, director-”

“Percival,” he interrupted her, not bothering to look away from the mirror. “We’re not working today, Tina.”

He was still trying to adjust the flower in his buttonhole. A lemon flower. Extravagant, Percy was well aware of it. He stole it from his own windowsill - Credence took liking in herbology some time ago and lemon was his favourite plant so far. Besides, oregano and thyme would be too extravagant even for Percy’s liking.

Wondering if Credence would wear the violets he’s send him the evening before - No-Majs had some silly superstitions about the last night before tying the knot and Newt Scamander used the occasion to steal Credence from him one last time - Percy fastened his cufflinks. He couldn’t understand why was there any need for them to part for a night if everyone knew they were were living together for years, but if Credence wanted it, he couldn’t argue. It seemed unreasonable at first - he sat down in his favourite chair after Credence left and he read his newspaper like he usually did, trying not to focus on the perceptible lack of Credence by his side. Suddenly his flat, the very same he used to spend countless months in on his own, felt awfully lonely. Turning in his bed restlessly for long hours and falling asleep shortly before dawn he tried to understand when - and how - did he become so dependable.

Tina had to drag him out of his bed by force. Not even his favourite coffee tasted the same when Credence wasn’t around.

Thankfully he didn’t have to travel far for the wedding. His parents insisted they should get married in the family house. The Graves’ manor. He hated the pompous feeling the words were bearing, but Credence didn’t seem to mind. Manor meant family and family meant history, countless names from the past and - hopefully - a few more from the future.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Percy wondered what would they children look like if they had any. Would they be tall and lithe like Credence? Or-

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door and Percival turned around, realizing Tina was gone. He must have drifted away thinking about Credence and how much he wanted to see him again. It was another No-Maj thing, not seeing one’s spouse before the wedding. Utter nonsense.

The knock was heard again, a bit more insistent this time.

“Coming,” he murmured impatiently. Was it his mother? Was she still trying to make Credence wear her old diadem?

Opening the door, Percival got ready for another pointless argument, but to his immense surprise it wasn’t his mother standing in front of him.

“I missed you.” Credence slipped into the sunny room, the violets not in his buttonhole, but on his head, a tiara Percy’s mother couldn’t probably approve of.

“I missed you too. You have no idea how much.” Percy couldn’t stop smiling, even though he was pretty sure he looked like a lovesick fool. Thankfully, there was no one around to see him, not yet. Seeing Credence - Credence who was kind and brave and his, married or not - made him feel alive again.  "You look so beautiful.“

A soft blush crept on Credence’s cheeks as he reached for Percy’s hands, lacing their fingers together. There was something unearthly wondrous about the moment, Percival thought. His heart struggled against his ribs, trying to pierce through, to get closer to the only person he’s ever cared for so much. There were other people he cared for - his parents, his team, Seraphina and Tina and even Theseus’ annoying brother - but none of them mattered that much. It was new and scary and exciting all the same.

“Thank you for the violets,” Credence smiled shyly, avoiding Percy’s eyes. His fingers traced the lapel of Percy’s suit. “Lemon? Really?”

“I thought it would go nice with your ring.” Raising Credence’s palm and ghosting over the shiny stone with his lips, Percival thought his excuse sounded awfully untrue. It was hard to admit he missed Credence so desperately he had to use the flowers he planted as a substitute.

Credence had to see through the lie though, because he looked up and their eyes met, one pair stubborn, the other soft.

After what felt like forever, their lips met at last, melting against each other. Percival thought it felt familiar, nothing like their first kisses, uncertain on both his and Credence’s side. Warm. Deep. Intoxicating.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He whispered in Credence’s hair when it ended, not really awaiting any answer, the scent of violets barely perceptible.

“Nothing,” the boy smiled, nipping at his neck and holding him tighter. “My soul reached to yours.”

On the night of Dean’s seventeenth birthday, he feels a searing pain on his right wrist, spiraling out from the veins and building its way up to the crook of his elbow. There’s fire in his blood and metal in his saliva as he watches the inky tendrils make their way across his skin, fading into existence in an unearthly way.

As he watches the blue and ebony patterns brand themselves onto the sensitive skin below his palm, he feels his mouth go dry and all he can think is how unnerving it is, being permanently tied to love without getting a say.

It takes fourteen minutes and forty-eight seconds for it to finish, and by the end his knuckles are white and his eyes are scrunched so tightly that his cheeks ache when he finally begins to relax. His arm feels like it’s been set ablaze and he’s scared to look at it, fearing what he’ll find there. It feels like once he glimpses it, there’s no going back.

Unable to stop himself, he turns his wrist over- and feels his lips part in surprise, because oh, it’s beautiful.

He’s seen his fair share of soulmate bonding tattoos: his mother’s was yellow and black with rough edges but warm, happy insides; his father had a light aqua one, with swirls that radiated the impression of kindness, comfort. As a child, Dean spent hours studying them, noting the softness of John’s, the wavering loyalty but overall love and care in Mary’s, and belatedly realized that each tattoo captures the bare essence of one’s partner entirely.

Dean’s, though- his is unlike any tattoo he’s ever seen, even unlike the stylish and complicated ones promoted in the magazines, full of shimmering lines and curving edges. No, Dean’s is made up of the simplicity of humanity. Sky blue fades into navy, washes into purple and turns to black. White vines curl their way through the design, and blank blotches tuck into the corners. It looks like the night sky, the heavens, his skin a canvas yielding a masterpiece of falling stars and melting skies.

His fingers ghost along the tattoo as he stares at his arm in awe. The skin is raw, but it’ll heal quickly, he knows. For the time being, he has to take everything in, put names to the emotions swirling in his stomach and heart.

He presses the tips of his fingers against the foreign symbols at the bottom, where the ink stops at the midway point of his arm. His breath catches when he sees the name written in English under the elaborate language, the name of his soulmate, his other half, his better half:



some (more) wada doodles off twitter, and also some new art for the gray garden! i finished it last week, and…… i loved gardengraythe dont look at me all powerful slovenly gods and tsundere devils are my favourite

waddles are based on modern day AU featuring high school and also old being the most distrusting dad ever with his kids (drawing inspired by this)

How come the bravest warriors fandom never talks about robochris anymore like
There was a legitimate real episode of the series where Danny got mad at Chris because he forgot his birthday so he made a robot with Chris’ artificial intelligence in it and when Chris wasn’t getting jealous he cranked the friendship meter up higher on the robot and robot Chris fell in love with him and started trying to seduce him but Danny was just busy trying to get real Chris to notice him and eventually real Chris and Danny make up and robochris resorts to doing a sexy dance to try to get Danny to bang him but Danny’s literally like “I think you should sleep in a different room. I think we’re at points in our lives where what you want and what I want are different…” So robochris leaves but then he just sort of bros down with the rest of the group and now he just kind of lives with them and there’s weird sexual tension like why don’t we talk about this why was this an episode it seemed like a bizarre fanfiction or something
Why did they keep robochris like he’s still weirdly obsessed with Danny
And like, wasn’t robochris literally just Chris’ consciousness but altered/heightened slightly?? Why did he want to bang Danny from the moment he was turned on??