i think he was imaginary

An observation on Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends.

Mrs. Foster did not give up her imaginary friend. That’s a thing established in the first episode. Frankie is also her granddaughter. So this means at some point a man fell in love with a young Mrs. Foster and had to ask her mother, father, and a giant talking rabbit for permission to marry her. 

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🎀Everybody loves dragons, right?💎

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Found old copies of Calvin & Hobbes and couldn’t unsee the parallel. Because you know it’s true. Bill Watterson <3.

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anonymous asked:

"Where is Supreme Leader Ren?" Hux yelled. "He's in his room, General." A Stormtrooper confirmed. Minutes later Hux was at Ren's door. He heard sobbing whispers. "I love you, please talk to me." Hux heard him say. Hux began to knock on the door. "Supreme Leader?" The door came open on it's own. The Supreme Leader looked horrified. He looked like a mess and sleep deprived. "Get out!" Ren yelled. Hux ran out of there. Later General Hux told everyone, "Ren has a imaginary girlfriend."

Lmao🤣 They better make something like this canon in episode 9 to where one of the First Order people walk in on Kylo talking to Rey - appearing as if he’s talking to himself and they think he has a imaginary girlfriend. I love this so much lol💗

Mistletoe

Request:🌠 Reader has a crush on Bruce so the batboys (maybe even Alfred) cover the entire house in mistletoe to get them together 🌠

New story omg. I finally wrote something

You were ashamed.

Having barely reached the twenty second year of your life and crushing on a man that was at least 10 years older than you,it was shameful. For you nonetheless.
  Even the fact that you were in his house for Christmas was shameful. You could easily embarrass yourself and he, Dick, the one who settled this whole thing, knew. And you were sure that he’d opt to laugh if you actually made a fool of your very own self.

You knew Dick for many years. Ever since he came to Gotham academy actually.
And still, you could remember yourself being the number one fangirl of Bruce Wayne. You couldn’t believe that Dick was his ward, it was as if heavens had sent a small part of them to you and certainly you didn’t believe it when Dick told you that he’d get you married to Bruce Wayne.

Of course, you recalled each of these moments, especially now, that you were forced into the huge Manor, and into Bruce Wayne’s lifestyle.
  Dick had helped you more than anyone in this planet. He helped you get into university and he was expecting your graduation during the upcoming year. He even helped you get a job as Bruce Wayne’s assistant in the company. And seriously? Whenever you asked why he was so good with you, all he answered was that he wanted his future ‘mother’ to be settled.

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“So, (y/n) clear my schedule for tomorrow and transfer everything to Wednesday.”

“This Wednesday?” You asked wide eyed. Was he out of his head? Very few people worked during the second week of Christmas vacation. And you would not be the person to break it for them.

“Yes.” Bruce confirmed in a stiff tone, as jf it wasn’t 'stiff’ enough to bring up a work subject during this time, when you were supposed to have fun.

“But mister Wayne, mister Queen won’t be in Gotham next week, and he made it clear to me. He didn’t want you to postpone that meeting.” You said, hesitantly, knowing full well that the blonde man wouldn’t stop complaining to you about Bruce’s decision.

“Oliver can wait, (y/n). I have things to do. Plus it’s only days away.” He said, with his infamous smirk splattered across his face, his hand resting to the small of your back to lead you to the dining room.

You sighed as your stomach took turns. It was a usual habit of his to put his hand on the small of your back to give you a little push, thought you yet had to get used to it. Bruce didn’t seem like a man of physical touch though. He only patted the shoulders of some of his good employees and shook hands with colleagues or other well known billionaires.
It made you think. Bruce didn’t touch a woman unless he took some interest in her, and yet he was touching you even though you strongly refused to believe that a man like him would fall for someone like you. It was intriguing though too. What if he actually did like you. What if he wanted you in the same way you did?

These and other similar questions run through your mind every single time his enormous palm rested on the small of your back.

Oh how you wanted him to feel that way about you too. You wanted to grab him by his collar and lower him to your level -because who thought Bruce Wayne would be so tall- and crush your lips on his, knowing full well that this could cost your job and knowing full well how much older he was. But did you really care?

This question burnt you to no end. Bruce Wayne was a playboy. He didn’t have any serious relationships. He never even did the relationship thing.aybe it was because he was older. Maybe he had gotten bored of- who were you kidding? As far as you knew, he never had a real relationship and who were you to change that?

Tonight though, it was Christmas and you prayed for a miracle.


As you exited his office, with all these thoughts running through your head, you entered the dining room. What you came across though was beyond any imagination.

Countless of mistletoes were hanging from the ceiling, leaving no spot uncovered, no spot in which you could go. You couldn’t kiss him now. Not like this. You wanted it to mean something

“Come on! Kiss already!”

And that’s when you realised the person behind this. Of course it was Dick, but he had … help?
Even the butler was giving a smirk of approval to both Bruce and you, while two other boys cheered. The one you recognised as Bruce’s blood son had a frown, similar to Jason’s as if disapproving that act. But you couldn’t care for the world anymore.
At the moment, you didnt care for the media, your age, your job, your family, your whole damn life, you wanted to kiss him so bad that you didn’t care if it was in this way.
Your world stopped when you felt his lips on yours, surprising you. Your little speech to yourself about courage wasn’t even finished. Amd God, how much did you enjoyed it that it didn’t. You weren’t able to chicken out anymore, it was happening and your insides were burning and bursting in an endless, repeating circle of the same events for as long as his thin lips moved harmonically with yours.
Your body was limp, you couldn’t move a single muscle expect for the ones on your mouth as you kissed him. The duration of the kiss was uncertain. You had lost count of time and forgotten where your body was, because your soul was in heaven. What if you wouldn’t ever see him without blushing again? He had kissed you, felt your mouth against his, given you the privilege of indulging in your own lust for him.


As you parted a moan escaped your lips signaling the loss of his touch, mourning for the loss of the warmth that had kitten up so many fires in your body. Your tongue couldn’t keep your words behind, as your dizzy head, drunk in the idea of his close to you in such way made you say.

“I love you” If anyone was cheering, you couldn’t hear. After the sudden spill of truth your reality crushed. You didn’t want to believe you had just said those words. The kiss was for fun, but now you’d lose your job and the only way to be close to Bruce.


“I think I love you too”
He said and you jumped back at your imaginary word as he brushed your hair away from your face and lowered himself to place his lips on your again.
Before he even started moving them, signaling the start of the kiss he whispered a quiet “Merry Christmas”.

You weren’t sure but Dick might have screamed at the top of his lungs with joy at the sight.

anonymous asked:

Since that anon asked you, I actually got curious. How do you think Solas would react if became a father? Especialy if it happened accidentaly?

Short answer: Not well.

Solas would absolutely not want to get his lover pregnant. He may allow himself to think about the possibility, to imagine happier circumstances where they could remain together and choose to start a family. And in that imaginary future, I think he would love being a father. He would be the sort of parent who encourages his child’s curiosity, allows it to flourish, feeds it with moments of exploration and discovery. And developing a relationship with his own child gives him the rare opportunity to simply be himself, to care for someone who doesn’t know him as the Dread Wolf, who doesn’t think of him as a god or a rebel or a demon. To them, he would simply be their father. I think that’s something he would really treasure. 

But that is a desire that would fall strictly within the realm of idle dreams. Because the reality is, he can’t. He can’t choose a life with her over the survival of his people. Their happiness cannot be more important than the state of the world. It would be the ultimate act of selfishness in his eyes.

Beyond the rather devastating implications that he may not be able to keep his lover or child safe through the course of tearing down the Veil, I think he would also feel an incredible amount of guilt about creating a child in what he sees as a post-apocalyptic Thedas. What sort of life could that child hope to have? Even if Solas does nothing, even if the Veil remains and they live out their lives, chances are his child would have inherited the same fatal mortality their mother has. From his perspective, he would be responsible for creating the “disease” of mortality among the elves only to then recklessly give life to a child who would then suffer that same fate. He would watch his son or daughter die after only having had a few decades of life - robbed of the thousands of years they should have had. They would age and die in a world devoid of the true nature of the Fade, devoid of spirits and the full potential of magic, constantly under the threat of the Blight’s corruption, devalued and abused by society because of the shape of their ears and potentially killed or locked away if they have the same gift for magic that he possesses. And everything that this child, his child, would potentially suffer through would be his fault.  

So no, I don’t think Solas would exactly relish the revelation that he’d gotten the Inquisitor with child. Because in the end, his choice has to be the same, no matter what he may want for himself or for them. It would make what he has to do even more repulsive and he would have absolutely no one but himself to blame for that. 

I don’t know if it would change his mind, in the end. I would like to think that it would - but I could also understand the reasons why it wouldn’t. 

Imagine Woozi sneaking out of practice just to see you because he misses you too much.

BONUS: When you tell him that he shouldn’t sneak out for petty reasons like that, Woozi starts pouting and muttering “but I really miss you though”

Okay. It’s 5 AM, I’ve given up all hope of sleep, and instead I’m gonna talk about hypnotism in the latest episode of OHC cuz I know a thing or two about hypnosis and this episode was amazing.

First off let me just start by saying the stage hypnotist they hired for the show was FREAKING HILARIOUS. Like, his voice?? What kind of voice is this for a hypnotist to have? He’s constantly loud and his pitch changes erratically, he’s definitely very self absorbed and doesn’t pay any attention to the subjects, he’s very scientific and formulaic and that just. Isn’t how it’s DONE. (Also small pet peeve of mine, but for some reason it bothered me how he was counting Julian down for the deepener and then he counted DOWN AGAIN to wake him up? Like that can be really confusing when your mind is in that state… bleh whatever)

Anyway, basically this guy was a great example of everything a hypnotist should NOT do. But you know who really stood out as using hypnosis the proper way? And no, I’m actually not talking about Julian.

I’m talking about the Narrator.

Granted, we still don’t know why or HOW
the Narrator occasionally basically blocks Julian out from hearing his voice in favor of “narrating” others, but that’s beside the point. The point is that the Narrator was applying himself to John Cameron’s thoughts in this scene, from the INSTANT he laid eyes on Julian. And from that moment, he starts guiding them in a very subtle but very professional way.

His voice changes in mood and tone but there’s a gradual progression of it, going from confusion and curiosity to comfort and relaxation, getting deeper and deeper in pitch. This was just masterfully done: when you’re hypnotizing someone you basically want to guide their thoughts, their emotions, to get them to that relaxed state, and John could hear (even if not consciously, then subconsciously) what he was supposed to be feeling in the Narrator’s voice. And in it you can just hear this underlying… slyness, almost, like he knows full well what he’s doing and he’s enjoying it, he’s enjoying using Julian’s waving arm as a focal point for his little trick…

Also the way his words sort of twist and play into each other so you can’t really tell where one sentence ends and another begins, and then gradually, the spacing gets slower, and slower, untill, finally…

And then of course as soon as the game is up he becomes Julian’s thoughts once again, and shares in his shock like “Oh my WORD, how EVER could this have happened?”

TL;DR: Julian definitely has magic in him, but I think we’re underestimating the Narrator’s role here. He may be “imaginary” but I believe that Julian’s magic has manifested him somehow. Or! Maybe he’s actually a personification OF that magic, and is there to help Julian along with it, whether he knows it or not.

modern hero. 11x08 coda. (ao3)

for @femmechester.

Every night before she put Sam to bed, Mary used to whisper, “Angels are watching over you.” Sam knows this only because Dean told him.

Mary was wrong, of course. Angels weren’t watching over him – they were sticking their meddling fingers in his entire goddamn life. Sam knows from personal experience.

As far as Sam is concerned, angels can go to hell.

Sam will make an exception for Cas. Just like he suspects Dean always will, too. But Sam didn’t need angels to watch over him, anyway. He had Sully, and Sully was a hell of a lot better.

Sam sits in the passenger seat and looks at his brother and thinks: I wonder who Dean had.

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What really surprises me about Wander over Yonder is that it… it knows about fandom culture and it knows about pop culture, but instead of just having their characters do their own rendition of the whip or take selfies to be all “relevant” to the kids (kind of like teen titans go does), they take the same idea, twist it, and play it off as if to make fun of the other shows that only do things to be relevant w/ the crowd.

Like, episode 28 of season 2 Wander and Sylvia are traveling with children refugees, who are telling their own version of this mysterious “hero” person (it’s wander btw) and after the young boy tells his version of this hero, the teenager girl goes “Please, that was cute for fanfiction, but it’s hardly canon.”

LIKE, YES, THAT’S FUNNY! Why? BECAUSE PEOPLE SAY THAT STUFF, AND THEY’RE MAKING FUN OF HOW PESSIMISTIC PEOPLE CAN BE ABOUT WORKS OF FICTION. 

Steven Universe kind of does this too, but, dang, WOY just really nails it on the head a lot of the times. Like I can’t count how many shows/movies/musicals they’ve shows homage to throughout 2 seasons; and they do it in funny ways, and smart ways too.  

Like there’s an entire episode dedicated to Wander trying to buy a soft drink for Sylvia- AND IT’S HILARIOUS. 11 MINUTES WORTH OF BUYING A DRINK, and I was howling the entire time. 

It was created by the same guy who did Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends, and I think he also worked on Power Puff Girls; and let me just say, this guy is right up there with Rebecca Sugar and Butch Hartman; the team they have for this show is unbeleavably dedicated to the art of 2-D animation and cartoon story telling, and I just wanna give them all awards for how creative, funny, different, smart, and heart warming this entire series has been so far. I’d say it fits right up there with Avatar or Steven Universe. Please, check it out, it’s definitely worth the time.

I want a Hartwin AU where Eggsy growing up thinking he has an imaginary friend who’s called Harry.

He can’t see him but sometimes he hears his gentle voice, they talk to each other through the medal that he always carries. That voice would whisper comfort words to him at nights when he has nightmares, the voice is the only reason he didn’t quit gymnastic in the first month of training, and somedays when he’s in trouble the voice would pop up and tell him “No, Eggsy. Don’t do that.” or “Now turn right, Eggsy. Do you see there’s a small breach under the wall? Yes, smart boy, now stay there until they go away.” It’s not that Harry’s always there, he still has to struggle through most of the problems on his own and still gets into trouble all the time, but get to hear Harry’s voice once in a little while is more than enough for him.

But then Harry shows up less and less when Eggsy gets older, and he learns that imaginary friends might disappears at some point and he doesn’t want that, he wants to keep Harry for the rest of his life even though he knows he’s not real, and he decided to tell Harry about that, consider it’d be the best. “I want you to stay forever.” he said, never thought it’d be the last time they talk. And Harry’s gone without a trace after that day.

Until, he finds out years later that, Harry’s actually a real person. And this real person bailed him out of the police station, then gives him a chance to become a Kingsman agent.

That doesn’t mean he forgives him for disappearing tho.