no my darling daughter

Real dialogue from supergirl's next episode (probably)
  • J'onn: lena was kidnapped, we need to work together to save her
  • Lillian: I don't know a Lena sorry
  • J'onn: she was captured by an alien
  • Lillian: lena? My baby girl? The light of my life? The reason my heart beats each day? We must fight for my darling daughter and kill as many aliens to try and mend my broken heart

endless list of favorite characters → sanaki kirsch altina (fire emblem)

↳ “i am sanaki, 37th empress of begnion. it is my duty to save my people. even the world’s mightiest dragon will not dissuade me from that calling.”

How I See the Guardians of the Galaxy
  • Peter Quill: My space son.
  • Gamora: My space daughter
  • Drax: My other space son
  • Rocket: My trash son
  • Groot: My tiny tree son
  • Nebula: My blue space daughter
  • Yondu: Awesome space grandpa
  • Mantis: Darling, precious space daughter who must be protected
  • Kraglin: My third space son who needs hugs
  • Ego: The biggest asshole this side of the cosmos
Maytal_Error Challenge.

So I have seen some challenges based on months, mainly on @xtaleunderverse and @loverofpiggies so I have decided to make a challenge for my darling daughter (since she calls me Mop mum on stream) @xedramon

So here we go, the Maytal Challenge! Fatal Error belongs to @xedramon, Cross belongs to @jakei95, Geno, Error and Fresh all belong to @loverofpiggies. Make sure to credit the owners of any characters you draw (and credit me for making the challenge), and make sure you use the tag Maytal_Challenge so that both myself and the creators of these characters can find your attempts at the challenge.

1-      Fatal be Cray Day! It’s Bank Holiday Monday, and Fatal does NOT like Mondays. Draw a Crazy Fatal_Error! Anything will do!

2-      How would Fatal react to Cross and his recent transformation? (See Underverse 0.3)

3-      It’s Mop Mother’s birthday, and Fatal has had a little too much snowcone syrup! Draw something to represent this!

4-      May the forth be with Fatal Blog! Celebrate the anniversary!

5-      Grey text day! Speculate who/what the voice is, perhaps even draw them!

6-      Say what? Fatal’s freaking out, draw him speaking incoherently!

7-      What if Fatal actually DID find his Papyrus?

8-      CPAU Fatal. Go wild!

9-      Fatal meets Kid!Fatal!

10-   What would Fatal dream about?

11-   Fatal in your favourite AU – let’s hope he leaves it in a better state than Outertale eyyyyyyy!

12-   Fatal in your favourite game – let’s hope he doesn’t glitch out your save.

13-   Human Fatal. Have fun!

14-   Who would Fatal consider as his family?

15-   AuntXed – how to deal with a glitching ball of anxiety and cuteness.

16-   Fatal finds Error. On a scale of ‘glitchy mess’ to *warning system error* how doomed are our computers and eyes for this fight?

17-   The Peeper. Fatal finds the UVStudio. What does he see?

18-   Movie night! Draw Fatal’s reaction to a movie!

19-   What’s Fatal’s Pokemon team?

20-   Fatal’s reaction to Nintendo Switch and the red and blue controllers.

21-   Fresh_Hell coming fresh outta hell *finger guns*

22-   Draw yourself meeting Fatal for the first time.

23-   Memories. Take from this what you will.

24-   What does Fatal keep in his red code strings?

25-   Chibi Fatal. Draw the squishy glitch bae.

26-   How would Fatal react to meeting Chara? Your interpretations here!

27-   Fatalberry fluff. Go wild!

28-   Fatal’s reaction to a sugar rush.

29-   Fatal wears someone else’s clothes. Do they glitch?

30-   Fatal is hit with the feels. What happens?

31-   Last Day! Draw anything Fatal related as a farewell. Maybe throw him a cake through a portal.

safe passage

(I have a lot of feelings about the fact that Captain Hook gave Snow and Charming safe passage aboard the Jolly Roger before Emma was born in 6x20 and they were all still under the singing enchantment at the time)

The princess was with child.

It hadn’t been obvious at first, her garments loose enough to conceal the swell of her belly beneath the folds of leather as snowy white as her famed complexion. He’d heard the tales, he knew them on sight from the moment they stepped into the tavern while he watched unseen from the shadows. Captain Hook had no time for anything but his vengeance, but he was an observant man and he noted the way she rested her hand on the babe within when the bargain was struck between them. He’d had an urge to hold a knife to her throat and demand the Dark One be delivered to him at once, deal be damned, their quarrel with the Evil Queen was none of his concern and he’d waited so long (too long) to skin himself a crocodile…but even he was not so far gone as to threaten a pregnant woman and risk her miscarrying on the deck of his ship.

There was blood enough on his hand already.

The moon was bright over the wine-dark sea and the stars were like the diamonds he’d spurned as payment. He held their course steady, sailing the Jolly through the treacherous waters that led to the queen’s castle. It was a journey of only one night, but the nights were long when his bed was empty and the space in his chest where his heart should be ached for what was lost so long (too long) ago. The refrain echoed on the wind as the song refused to fade, whatever enchantment had befallen the land followed them out to sea and with the crash of the waves on the hull he kept singing low under his breath, “Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be mine.”

She came up on deck, alone, her tall, blond prince still tucked away down below. The few crew still awake gave her a wide berth, Captain Hook had promised the princess safe passage, and safe passage was what she would get, she was in no danger from his men. Her long dark hair reminded him of another woman, another time, another life, when he’d loved and been loved, a man instead of a villain, Killian instead of Hook. When happiness had been his for the taking and the horizon was full of promise, new adventures waiting to be discovered.

“Until that croc destroyed my life and filled me with hate unabating,”

It roared in his ears so loud that it almost drowned out the sweet sound that had the rest of the men all turning to look, heads cocked and old memories making hard faces soft, for a moment.

Snow White was singing to her child.

A mother’s lullaby, a promise to “My darling daughter so fair, so beloved you are, with my smile and your father’s hair.”

Hook felt his shoulders hunch under the heavy leather, turning the collar up to his ears in a vain attempt to block it out. He had no time for this, no space for softness in a hard world when all that mattered was the destiny waiting for him just over the horizon.

“Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be mine.”

“And her name is the song in our hearts, the melody of the love that will always be true. With our daughter’s fate at stake.”

Their voices mixed on the wind as the sails snapped and the ship rode the waves, rising and falling like the music that continued to play across the stars.

“…find happiness waiting.”

“The most powerful magic of all. Emma…”

“….is gonna be mine.”

Look, if the only thing you have to say about shojo is “it’s abusive and bad” and the only thing you have to say about manga written by LGBT people is… well, nothing, while you’re scrambling desperately to argue that your newest favorite moe anime is So Progressive and even Revolutionary, I’m not going to take you seriously.

Those are the lay of the land.

P.S. Also this latest trend of “josei is like shojo… but GOOD” needs to stop, since if you actually had access to the general output of josei in Japan and/or you took off your “this is new to me and therefore awesome” rose-colored goggles you’d realize that josei can be just as awful as any other demographic, and also if you think it’s feminist to generalize wildly about the qualities of shojo in order to shit on it, you’re sadly mistaken.

Here’s some Susan Pevensie and Wendy Darling headcanons

  • they met in england a few years after susan lost her family
  • susan hasn’t smile in months and she’s thinking about moving to america because england looks too much like narnia
  • but damn wendy changed everything
  • they’re so different
  • one is light itself
  • when the other is more reserved
  • wendy wanted to be a pirate when susan was a queen
  • but they’re also so alike
  • they’re both very motherly
  • but more importantly they’re two girls who went into a magical land
  • but don’t belong there anymore
  • they know how it feels
  • they tell each other’s stories
  • they talk about mermaids
  • and fairies
  • and lost boys
  • they hold hands
  • and they kiss
  • and wendy becomes susan’s new family
  • they’ve been told they wouldn’t be happy back on earth
  • but here they are growing old side by side

Asexual Awareness Week Day 1: A canonically asexual character | Liraz, Daughter of Smoke and Bone

She had said she didn’t feel fear, but it was a lie; this was her fear: being left alone. Because of one thing she was certain, and it was that she could never love, not like that. Trust a stranger with her flesh? The closeness, the quiet. She couldn’t imagine it. Breathing someone else’s breath as they breathed yours, touching someone, opening for them? The vulnerability of it made her flush. It would mean submission, letting down her guard, and she wouldn’t. Ever. Just the thought made her feel small and weak as a child—and Liraz did not like to feel small and weak.


“My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep.

When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl?

When you see how slow I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way… remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.

If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.

And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.

When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love.

I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my darling daughter.”

To all Mothers and Daughters ❤