I illustrated a couple of additional posters to accompany my Women Are Strong As Hell illustration– my mom, aunt and I will all be marching on Saturday in the Women’s March on Washington’s sister march in Austin!
And guess what! You can buy these, AND my Strong As Hell lady as prints on my Etsy store now, for just $35 each!
This is my kitty. Her name is Queenie(-beanie). She’s very old and third generation in a secession of cats I’ve had since I was barely old enough to remember. She’s the last generation, her kittens were all given away to other homes.
When I moved out from my mother’s, I had to leave her behind for a long time and at some point my mom forced her to live outside. But I got to take her home recently!!!
She’s very happy and warm and safe. And the sleepiest, sassiest, little old lady in the world
HERE IT GUYS: THE PRINCESS SCENE LINE TO LINE AS BEST AS I CAN GET
So, Yasss is showing Ralph and Vanellope around OH MY DISNEY. Suddenly When You Wish Upon a Star plays. There are fan girls screaming, red carpet, photography etc. Ralph and Vanellope are confused:
Yasss: These images of perfection are known as the princesses.
Vanellope: Oh my gosh, I have to mess with them.
Yasss: Oh no, they are strictly off-limits. Now come on, my little ducklings.
Vanellope: But, that’s all I want to do now.
Hey Ralph, thinking what I’m thinking?
Ralph: That Yasss is awesome? (It’s clear he likes her)
Vanellope: No, let’s mess with the princesses!
Ralph: No, kid! Yasss said no!
Vanellope: Come on, Ralph. You always follow authority.
Ralph: No I don’t.
Yasss: Yo! Ralph, get your butt here now!
Ralph: Yes, mam, right away mam!
Vanellope: Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!
Vanellope glitches in the room! We see the princesses hanging out. Vanellope says hi. The girls freak out. They go to self defense.
Vanellope: Whoa, whoa, whoa! I’m a princess like you!
Anna: Wait, what?
Vanellope: Yeah, Princess Vanellope of Sugar Rush!
Pocahontas: So, what kind of princess are you?
Rapunzel: Magic hair?
Elsa: Magic hands?
Aurora: *about to prick her finger. Snow tries to stop her* Cursed?
Snow: Poisoned? Sing?
Cinderella: Talk to animals?
Rapunzel and Belle: Kidnapped and enslaved? :D
Jasmine: You got Daddy issues?
*two more lines*
Ariel: Did you ever sell your voice and soul to get legs? *shows off leg*
Vanellope: No! Jeeze, louise! Who would do that?!?!?!
Rapunzel: *crotches to her* One more question: Have you ever felt like you are overlooked by a big man?!?!
Vanellope: Oh my gosh, yes! That’s me and Ralph! *rambles on*
All of them: SHES ONE OF US!!!!!!!!!!!
They all fangirl. They all check out her outfit.
Cinderella: Oh my gosh, your outfit is wonderful! I’ve never seen anything like it!
Vanellope: Oh, this old thing?
*Princess Line from someone*
Cinderella: You must make it for all of us! My fairy godmother is on it.
You know the Batman transition in the old series? This time, it’s the Disney castle!
Vanellope is in the center of the room. She’s on the bed. All of the princesses are in tank tops and sweats. They surround her. Cinderella says something like BRB at midnight. Moana’s tank is orange with Tamota and SHINY.
Cinderella: Oh hail, Princess Vanellope, ruler of Sugar Rush. Queen of comfort!
Vanellope: Oh, guys! Stop it. You know, you guys are great.
Ariel: Oh, my goodness! I love this—what’s it called again? Shirt! *says something like I’ve collect everything, but never a shirt. She starts singing Part of your World*
ALL of the Princesses: NO NO NO NO NO!
Vanellope: I love you guys. I thought you were models of perfection, but no! You guys are flawed
Snow: I have a confession. I’m legally blind. I can’t see without contacts. Or my glasses. *wears glasses. Looks just like Dopey and the diamond*
Jasmine: I love cats! I have my big tiger.
Vanellope: What?!?! That’s so cool!
Jasmine: yeah, but I’m allergic!
Jasmine coughs, does the inhaler, and wheezes.
Merida: *something about turning her mom to a bear*
Vanellope: …..did anyone understand that?
Pocahontas?????????: No one ever does.
Anna: She’s from another studios.
Tiana: Like come on, can you imagine how boring we would be if we are all the same?
C-P30 comes out.
CP30: Ladies, I’m here to remind you. You have another show in five minutes. Get ready.
Cinderella and Aurora tease him playfully.
Cinderella: Okay, *Star Wars robot name*. Thanks for telling us.
Aurora: Now, Cinderella! He hates being called that. Thanks, R2-D2!
CP30: Oh, the disrespect! Do the job, they said. You are great with princesses. You’ll love this!
Aurora: Ahhhhhhh, never gets old!
*Cinderella and Aurora fist pumps sparkles*
Vanellope: Guys, it’s been great! I got to go. You know, I think you guys help me realize the problem between me and Ralph.
Moana: You are so cool, Vanellope. It was great to meet you!
*Vanellope sees Meeko looking happy on Pocahontas’s lap.
Vanellope: And of course, I can’t say goodbye without getting a huge hug from this cute little friend of-
*Meeko snaps and hisses at Vandllope*
*She yelps and glitches back*
My buddy Retro Cat wrote about this on his page some months back, and I want to share it with you. Ladies and Germs, this is the “Homework First” NES lock.
Designed to keep you from sticking cartridges into your NES, “Homework First” was the nightmare of childhoods everywhere.
The description is just as silly. “Great motivator for homework, chores, grounding ect”. This is how bullies are created. Later in some poor kid’s life, when he’s wearing a leather jacket and smoking cigarettes behind a 7-11 he’s robbed, when asked by the police “why”, the answer will always be “mom put a lock on my Nintendo”
Request- I just read your most recent Josh fic and it was amazing!!! I was wondering if you could do a Tyler x readre where he takes her to meet his parents? <3.
A/N: me and this person changed it up a bit so yes it’s now about Brendon Urie. Thanks for working with me as I kind of changed your request <3. Also I added pictures because who don’t need to see some adorable baby Brendon Urie am I right? Anyways enjoy!
“Okay yeah, next weekend will work.” you were on the phone with your parents as Brendon walked into the room and sat next to you. “I gotta go, we’ll see you next weekend. Love you too bye.” when you said we’ll Brendon’s gaze went straight to you.
“We’ll?” he questioned once you hung up.
“Sorry, but yeah, both of us.” you said feeling slightly guilty. Brendon had yet to meet your family and he wasn’t looking forward to it. Either were you. You were the youngest of the family and to say they were protective over you would be an understatement. Not to mention they didn’t approve of Brendon, they thought he was a bad person and that he didn’t know what he was doing with his life. They didn’t care to listen to you when you told them about how he was a successful musician. They tended to be very judgmental and you were the complete opposite of your family.
“Well since I have to go, you have to meet my parents then.” he said. You hadn’t met his parents just yet because you were just too scared to, afraid of them hating you.
“Really?” you said.
“Yup. Now tell me things to be prepared for your family.” he said excitedly. He’s been wanting to meet them for a while, but you always told him no, knowing how rude they could be. You were scared they would scare him off.
“Well my mom and dad will only go by Mr. Y/L/N and Mrs. Y/L/N for now.” you said. “My aunts and uncles will try to get to marry me right away. Oh and stay away from my aunt Linda, she’s a crazy cat lady who will make you a sweater in an hour without you wanting it.”
“How will I know which one she is?” he asked.
“Oh, you will. Okay I have my 2 older brothers who will ask you all the questions about why you think you can date me, and they’re going to try and scare you off.”
“Do you have any people who won’t be giving me a questionnaire when I walk in the door?” he joked.
“Yeah, my grandmother but that’s because she sleeps through the whole party.” you said. “Also be careful, my brothers and dad are probably going to monitor you like crazy.” you continued.
“I wasn’t nervous at first, but now I sort of am.” he admitted.
“Don’t be, because even if they don’t like you I still will.” you said placing a light kiss on his cheek. “Now what do I need to know about your family?”
“Well we’re pretty normal. My mom and dad already love you and my siblings aren’t going to care.” he said and you felt a little better hearing that.
For the next week you prepared Brendon with things to say and not to say around your family. Some of them being no swearing, no mention of drugs or alcohol, and basically just go along with anything they talk about.
“Does this look good?” he asked as he tried on his 3rd outfit that day.
“Yes, it looks fine. Don’t be nervous, you’ll do fine.” you said calming him down. He had been freaking out for the past hour or so about what to wear, how to do his hair, and what to say to your family.
“Okay, okay. You’re right, I need to calm the fuck down.” he said taking a deep breath.
You giggled lightly at how adorable it was seeing him freaking out over this. When really you were hiding your freak out. You knew they were going to make judgements as soon as they saw his tattoos and heard more about his career.
Once you arrived at your parents house that afternoon you turned to Brendon and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“You got this, just be careful. I’ll be right there to help you with answers.
He shook his head and you lead him to the door.
“Your favorite child is here.” you announced as you walked into the house.
“You so weren’t the favorite.” your brother Andrew said to you as he met you with a hug.
“So this must be Brendon?” he said looking Brendon up and down.
“Yes, this is Brendon and back off Andrew before you scare him.” you said pushing past him with Brendon in hand.
“Hey there Y/N how’s it going?” your dad asked from the couch where all your uncles, other brother John, and asleep grandma sat.
“Good, this is Brendon everyone, Brendon that’s my Grandma, uncle Pete, uncle Dan, my Brother John, and my dad.” you said pointing out each.
John sat up in his seat and glared at Brendon.
“Hello Brendon. So, you’re Y/N’s boyfriend?” your father asked.
“Yes I am sir, it’s great to finally meet you.” he said shaking your dad’s hand.
“Well Brendon you’re coming into a interesting family.” your uncle Pete joked.
“We’re going to go say hi to the rest of the family now.” you said pulling him along to the kitchen where your mom, and 2 aunts sat chatting.
“I thought I heard you come in.” you mother said hugging you.
“Yeah got here just a few minutes ago. Anyways, Brendon this is my mom, aunt Linda and aunt Kathryn. This is Brendon everyone.” you said taking in the stare your mother had on Brendon.
“Nice to meet you Mrs. Y/L/N.” he said shaking her hand.
“So Brendon what do you do for a living?” your aunt Kathryn asked him helping with the awkward silence. After listening to him talk for a little bit you saw him relax slightly.
“I’ll be right back okay?” you said and he shook his head while listening to you aunt Linda’s conversation about her newest cat.
You went down the hall to the bathroom, but were stopped before you could get there.
“Y/N, just the person I wanted to talk to.” said your uncle Pete said to you. He and your aunt Kathryn were never judgmental and were open to everyone. “So your brothers and dad are planning on getting Brendon away from you for a while to question him, but your aunt and I got you covered. Did you prep him for the things they’re going to ask him about?” he asked.
“Yeah, he’s really nervous and I should probably get back to him before aunt Linda starts naming all her cats.” you said and your uncle laughed.
“Good luck, he seems like a good person.” he said and you continued onto the bathroom.
You went back into the kitchen a few minutes later to see Brendon missing.
“Where’s Brendon?” you asked your mother.
“I think your brothers went outside with him. Let them talk-” she said but you walk away before hearing the rest.
You went out to the back porch to see to see your dad and both your brothers talking to Brendon. He looked calm and you thought you would let him talk for himself for a minute before going outside. You could heard the entire conversation.
“So what are you looking to do with Y/N? I mean you don’t have a stable joke, are you using her for her money?” you father questioned.
“No, no sir. I would never. I actually do have a stable job, my band is very successful and we are actually going on tour in 3 months. I’m in love with your daughter and I’m just looking forward to spending the rest of my life with her. We’ve been together for almost 3 years and I would never do anything to hurt Y/N, she’s my everything.” Brendon said.
“Why did you wait this long to meet us?” John asked.
“I actually wanted to meet you guys a while back, but Y/N was discouraging it. I’m sorry we waited so long.”
“Oh so you’re blaming this on my sister?”
“No, I- sh-” you saw he was getting nervous so you went outside and interrupted the conversation.
“What’s going on out here?” you asked.
“Just asking him some questions. You can go back inside Y/N we have a few more questions to ask him.” you father spoke.
“No, I’m gonna stay right here. So what kind of questions?” You asked grabbing Brendon’s hand and he calmed down.
“Well just, never mind. Brendon I’m still not done with you. I’m not sure you’re for Y/N. I’ll give you a chance, but only because Y/N seems happy.” you father said before walking away.
“Yeah just know if you hurt her, your will be hurt 10 times worse.” Andrew warned.
“Andrew shut up and leave him alone.” you said and watched them all walk back inside.
“Breathe Brendon, you did fine.” you said kissing him on the cheek. “I heard that you said you were in love with me, are you really?”
“Y/N you know that. I will love you for the rest of my life, I will love you even if your family hates me, and I hope you will love me the same.”
“I do Brendon. Never doubt my love for you. Now let’s get back inside and finish this damn party. I’m sick of my family already.” you said leading Brendon back inside.
You sat in the living room talking to your uncle Pete and aunt Kathryn.
“I’ve heard of some of your songs before. I’m a music teacher and a few kids in my class are huge fans. You’re very talented.” your aunt told Brendon.
“Thank you, I like to think I have talent. That’s really cool that you heard of me before.”
“Brendon do you think you’ll ever tie the knot with my niece anytime soon?” your uncle Dan came in interrupting the conversation.
“Uncle Dan stop.” you said.
“It’s a real question. You’ve been together for what 3 years when will I get some great nieces and nephew. I’m getting old and we both know your brother’s can’t keep a girl for the life of them.” he said.
“Dan stop pressuring the poor kids. They’re young and living their lives.” you uncle Pete said standing up for you.
Finally the food was ready and that meant the party was closer to ending.
You and Brendon sat close to the end where your dad sat. when Brendon rolled up his sleeve his Frank Sinatra tattoo showed.
“Who is that Brendon?” you dad asked.
“Oh this is Frank Sinatra. I’ve been very inspired by him.” Brendon explained and your dad listened. You saw your dad taking a liking to Brendon more and more as they struck up conversation.
Soon both your brothers were in the conversation and you were relieved that they were talking not just questioning.
After you all at you helped you mom clean up the mess.
“So your father and brothers like Brendon. He seems like a good man, I’m glad you found a good one.” you mother commented and you stopped your actions.
“Wait so like you all like him?”
“Yes darling. He’s very sweet. Don’t get me wrong he still isn’t 100% in your father’s book, but nobody will ever be for his little girl. I trust him and I hope to see more of him.” you hugged her before she could finish her statement.
“Thank you mom.” you said.
You finished cleaning the kitchen up and went out to see Brendon laughing while talking to your brothers.
“Bren, I think it’s time we go, you have to be in the studio all day tomorrow.” you reminded him.
“Right, well it was nice meeting you guys.” he said standing from the chair and shaking the hand of your brother’s one last time. “And Mr. Y/L/N it was a pleasure getting to talk to you.” you said goodbye to the rest of the family, Brendon leaving a good impression on all of them.
“Y/N can I have a minute with Brendon alone?” your father asked.
“I’ll meet you in the car.” Brendon told you taking in ho hesitant you seemed, but he felt confident.
You headed out to the car and waited.
When Brendon came back out you saw he had a big smile on his face.
“What did he say?” you asked nervous of what your father might have said to Brendon.
“He said he approves of me.” Brendon said still with a huge grin on his face as he drove.
“That’s the only thing? You look really happy?”
“That’s all you have to worry about love.” he said and kissed your hand. “Now next weekend you meet my family. Are you ready?”
“Sure as long as they are as normal as you said.”
“Trust me they are very normal compared to your family.”
The next weekend
“Hi there you must be Y/N. we’ve heard so much about you.” his mother greeted you with a hug.
“All good things I hope.” you smiled.
“He made you sound like an angel.” his father told you.
“That’s because she is.” Brendon said kissing you. “She makes me the happiest I could ever be.”
You felt so comfortable the entire time. His siblings were all so nice and his parents loved you.
You were currently around the table with his mom and one of his sisters looking some old family pictures.
“This was when he was about 2. His sister Kayla took scissors to his hair.” his mother said pointing to the picture.
“Aww he’s so adorable.” you said.
“Oh god don’t show her pictures.” Brendon said sitting next to you.
“Why they’re so cute. You looked like a dork.” you said.
“I look like a 35 year old women in this one mom. You did you dress me like that.” he said at another picture.
“Brendon shut up. You look like an adorable little kid who did whatever his parents told him to do.” you said poking him in the side so he would stop ridiculing his younger self.
“Just don’t show her my high school pictures. Those are the worst.” he said then leaving the room.
His mom showed you those next and he really did look like a total dork, but you love him.
After many hours of conversation and laughter you and Brendon were about to leave. You finish your goodbye and they all welcomed you back anytime.
“So did you like them?”Brendon asked as you got into the car.
“Yes. I love your family they were all so nice. I’m sorry you had to deal with mine.” you apologized.
“You can’t help that your family is terrifying and that I was anxious the entire time.” he said then you sat in some comfortable silence as you drove back home.
“So did my mom end up showing you all the high school pictures?” he asked.
“Yup.” you laughed.
“I’m so sorry. I went through some awkward stages.”
“You were such a dork yet so cute. Maybe one time I’ll show you mine.” you said.
“You were probably hot in high school.”
“Nope. I wore a hoodie and sweatpants everyday and had pimples everywhere. Growing up with older brothers made me a bit of a tomboy. I finally got to senior year and ditched the sweats for dresses. I’ll never go back to that. Now that I think of it, I’m pretty sure I burned all evidence of those 3 years.” you said and Brendon laughed.
“I could always tweet out the school you went to and the year you graduated. I bet someone will find a yearbook with your picture.” Brendon tease.
“Don’t, I mean it Brendon. Those pictures could be the break point in this relationship.” you warned and he laughed.
“Nothing will break us. I love you way too much for a picture to change that.” he said kissing your hand as he drove.
WELL im evacuating now y'all!!! im in a truck w my mom, my sister, my moms friend, my moms friends son, and my two dogs + cat and heading to orlando to stay w my sister!! gotta escape the hurricane
the sad news is that i had to give away my bunny today :(( the lady who took my rabbit seemed really nice and said she had a huge cage and other rabbits and even tho im sad, im glad April is gonna be safe during the storm and has someone who has more time w her and everything
Favorite memories from 50 years of Center Theatre Group
Chris Pine, actor
“The Lieutenant of Inishmore” (2010)
in Los Angeles at the Taper was a joy. It was just down the road from
where I was living at the time in Silver Lake, and I was working for
Michael Ritchie, who ran the Williamstown Theatre Festival the first
summer I was there. My mom was a part of the Taper’s brief repertoire
company in the late ’60s, so there was a special resonance there on the
During Act 2, I end up all the way down stage, nearly in
the audience, holding my dear ol’ dead cat, crying my eyes out. I’m
there for a while. One night, most likely a matinee, actually (it seems
to always be the matinees when something interesting happens), two older
ladies right in front of me are yelling to each other about how
disgusting the show was (there was a copious amount of fake blood on the
gimbaled stage, which was built especially for the purposes of draining
it) and wondering why anyone would put on this play or why anyone would
want to see it. As they’re yelling, they step over me on their way out.
Not exactly proper theater etiquette, but I loved it just the same. It
meant we were doing something right.
I loved doing that play and,
especially given how provocative a piece it was, every single
performance pulled something unique and different from the audience.
Is max like a service or therapy dog? Or is he just your dog that is trained (if this in anyways offends you I am so sorry)
Why on earth would that offend me, dear? There’s nothing wrong with needing a service or therapy animal, and you know you can ask me anything.
Also, I’m in a babbly mood, so get ready for a novel about my favorite being on this earth.
Max isn’t a service or therapy animal. He’s also not particularly trained, honestly. The old geezer has a mind of his own. If you want him to do something, he will eventually comply, but he will grumble at you. (At first, I thought he was groaning in pain because of his arthritis. But nope, that’s a different noise. He grumbles because he’s a grump who doesn’t like being bossed around.)
He’s a senior dog, overweight, has diabetes. He’s afraid of EVERYTHING- cats, wind, bones that are too big, everything. He has allergies, so he sneezes all the time and I have to fight him to wipe his nose like he’s a toddler.
And he is the absolute love of my life.
Seriously, you have never met a sweeter dog. He may be full of grump, but he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. He will follow you, love you, bring you things when you’re sad, do his best to cheer you up, snuggle when you want it, keep distance (but still watch) when you don’t, I don’t get to see him all the time since I’m away at college, but I’ve been told that he only sleeps in his bed when I’m there. When I’m gone, he sleeps downstairs near the door, waiting for me to come home.
Also, it seems he knows I’m talking about him. “Why talk about when you can do the love and the pats instead?”
We got him from a shelter for 30 dollars on the day that he was going to be… “transferred”, if you catch my drift, years ago. He wasn’t exactly young back then- in fact, his age was fudged a bit on the papers to make him seem younger. He was stuck in a cage, the very last one, with this small yippy dog who was obviously making him anxious, and he was so. sad. He was the only dog in the entire place who wouldn’t even make eye contact. I fell in love. My mother did too, even though she kept saying “No NO. We are not getting a dog, NO.” (We were only there because one of our cats was lost and I wanted to see if they found him, but something in me said that I needed to look at the dogs.)
“Would you like to take him out?” The lady asked.
“NO” My mom said. “ABSOLUTELY NOT. NO.” But as she was saying it, she was already grabbing the leash that the woman was handing to her.
We just knew the second we laid eyes on him that God (or fate, or the universe, or whatever you personally believe in) had put him there just for us.
I had always wanted a sweet dog that I could spoil and who would love me unconditionally. My dad always had a not-so-secret mental picture of having a yellow lab curled up by the fireplace. My mom always wanted a dog named Max, after the one in the Grinch. He was everything.
Also, it was the week before my birthday. What a good excuse, right?
The second we took him out of that little cage, he burst into a little happy series of jumps, and right into our hearts. He became the sunshine of our lives immediately.
He had been abused severely, and was nothing but bones. We changed that really fast, let me tell you. The vet said that the diabetes was genetic and would have happened no matter what, and I’m thankful to hear that, because I would have been afraid that we had done it with all of the cans of Alpo.
He was really afraid of touch. Once he accidentally stepped on my foot, and when I stepped back in surprise, my hand flew up to steady myself. Immediately, he flinched, dropped to the floor, and whimpered. It broke my heart. I spent a year teaching him that I was gentle and would never hurt him, and the day he finally let me rub his belly, I cried.
Now he’ll poke me with his cold nose until I give him belly scratches. If we’re both doing well physically, we’ll play-fight. It’s one of his favorite things.
I could, and occasionally do, ramble about him for hours, but I’ll spare you for now. The important part is, he is the best pupper I’ve ever known, and he has changed and saved my life.
I don’t know how much longer I have with him, but I intend on savoring every moment.
ADDENDUM: this story wouldn’t be complete without another happy ending- and that’s about the shelter.
The shelter in question is the Humane Society of Utah. They were always well-meaning and took care of their animals, but they were severely lacking in resources. They did the best with what they had, but despite that, it was a place of sadness, to be frank.
Soon after we got Max, however, they received a multi-million dollar donation and grant. The entire place was renovated, and it is now one of the nicest shelters in the entire country. It’s truly a powerhouse and an example for shelters everywhere. They now have some really influential backers that allow them to keep up their high standards, and they relentlessly lobby to remove gas chambers from shelters in the state. I volunteer for them as often as I can. It’s very far from where I’m going to school, but I manage to make it there despite my lack of a car, and since I’m moving home for the summer, I’ll soon be able to go a few times a week to help their dogs get exercise. I owe them everything for giving me the sunshine of my life, and I am so thrilled to see them become such a beautiful place.
They are on iPet Companion, which is a website that allows you to watch cats from a camera and use remote-controlled toys to play with them.
Here’s their Facebook page, which I HIGHLY recommend you follow no matter where you live. That may sound weird, but they do photoshoots with all of the pets up for adoption, and they are absolutely heartwarming. It’s like a little taste of r/mademesmile every time you open Facebook.
If you made it to the bottom, thank you for reading this far. Dogs are good, and so are you. I hope you have a lovely day.
“My mom tried to insult me saying I’d be a lonely cat lady with only Disney decorations and ornaments because of my loner nature. I automatically said I’d wear that badge with pride but as a dog lady. Disney makes me happy and I’ll find a way to spread that joy.”
I just randomly thought of a scene where lotor is looking for a new member of his team becauae hes dissapointed with axea or something i dont know he wants to make her feel replaceable even though she totally isnt cauae hes a bad guy but anyway hes looking and lance is just doing his thing out of paladin armor theure like in a galra controlled area that lotors looking for “the worthy” that he can rise in rank and lance does something with his sharp shooter skills and lotor is like “holy shit i want one” cause lance is pretty and skilled and he helped people wirhout regaurd of nothin
that guy would be PERFECT to slap on a poster and win planets over with tbh and lotor needs him on the team and lotor is like
“hello young hero could you help me with somethinf”
and lance is like “oh shit yeah man whats up”
and lotor is like “i have a team and were gonna unjte the universe together wanna join”
And lance is like “yeah totally but i already have a team sorry bro bye”
and lotor is like “unaCCEPTABLLLLLLE” (see lemongrab)
and he juat no he needa that boi now especially now that he said no like who does that with such a pretty smile no one else lotor is transfixed and hes like “yo ma lizard blind lady badass woman that tumblr would die for and also her immortal cat that might be my moms im not sure yet im not even sure about the mom thing anyway to watch lancy lance i want him for the team”
“but sir hes is a man” “but hes beautiful” “i cant see sir” “look i to his mind honey” “oh sweet jfc hes so tragic” “great i can use that where does he live” “an altean castle with voltron” “shit”
yuts ghosts who make ridiculous requests that deku just want to collapse and cry at. a young man who died a virgin wants to get laid. an old lady misses her 48 cats and wants to see every one one last time. a mom who wants to see her babies, but it that japanese equivalent of a soccer mom, and is too suspicious to give deku any details because he's a weird stranger, can she talk with his manager please?
Oh my God, Deku getting harassed by pushy entitled Baby Boomer ghosts, that is the nightmare scenario.
kitten face cat pins by ohplesiosaur // grey | ginger
hey look, it’s my kitties grizzy and roger!! i’m LOVING these cat face pins, because ohplesiosaur has a ton of kitty options for you to choose from. what’s more, the cats’ eyes glow in the dark, and the pins come on a card that you can write your purry friend’s name on, too. awesome!