Hi friends :]! My name is Milo and I'm 18 (she/they, nonbinary lesbian)

🌻 I love art! Painting, animating, writing/reading anything from queer romance to sad lesbian poetry

🌻 WITCHCRAFT!! Tarot and oracles are my besties, talking to crows occasionally, devoting apricots to Apollo

🌻Favorite books? The Song of Achilles, Aristotle & Dante, The Little Prince, The Alchemist

🌻Professional procrastinator in the field of: Adventure time, Good Omens, Voltron, MHA, Kitchen Nightmares

🌻 Plant mom, bass guitar enjoyer, proud birb parent

I'm looking for a friend to send letters to (with stickers, scraps of poetry and maybe way too many Mitski lyrics, too) or a bestie to just goof around on the internet with :)

If you're interested, shoot me a text on my insta: @terryble.exe

Or here on Tumblr: @sheriff_milo

Any of my followers wanna chat. I'm dying to make some more friends on here. It would make it more fun being on here.

One of his grand personal projects to commemorate the sacrifices that their troop, known as Vox Machina, had made in protecting Tal'Dorei and the realm. (requested by @eve-is-obsessed) bonus:

Bad End

color swap

Jesset: there are some people whose name we don’t even say out loud anymore

Brnine: …you’re drunk go get some bread.

Also Brnine: yeah I punched somebody at a funeral before too

Dick Grayson, Ghost Superhero

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I just found out and needed to share, that the Injustice version of Dick Grayson died and became a ghost superhero. He took up the Deadman mantle. He has flight, invisibility, intangibility and possession as his powers.

So all the basic Danny Phantom ghost powers.

The Injustice dimension had the Batfamily develop almost identically to the mainline dimension before the Joker broke Superman by killing Lois and his unborn child.

So, you know, it's DC canon there's a nearly mainline ghost Nightwing-Deadman out there being a ghost hero in another dimension.

And the Infinite Realms connect to other dimensions and timelines.

DC is out here writing DP x DC fanfiction for us and not realizing it.

And since this is one of the many alternate versions of Dick Grayson, you can have a fic with him and living Nightwing (and Danny Phantom in the mix) at the same time!

This stuff writes itself!

Tumblr, do your thing. ❤️

Run through the village screaming “Polar Bear Sunday! At long last, another Polar Bear Sunday has arrived! Rejoice! Blessings be upon us all for it is Polar Bear Sunday!”

Identity reveal shazamily fic idea:

They're fighting some big bad in a huge cave or throne room or in an air pocket miles underwater (the Rock?) and the league and shazamily are all there, every two stuck in separate areas (magic barriers? Cave ins? Enemies simply not letting them close?).

The roof is starting to collapse. Billy catches it, but with his powers divided, he's struggling. With a time limit before he falls, the battle intensifies.

Mary and her jl partner fells her opponent first, and looks across the room just in time to see him stagger under the crushing weight. She cannot reach him (in time?). They meet each others eyes. The wisdom of Solomon, or perhaps Mary batson, has an idea.

In a crash of thunder, she detransforms, in front of their enemies, and the entire justice league.

With power returned, captain marvel stands a bit straighter. The roof grows heavier. Cracks scatter across the high ceiling.

As Mary is carried to safety, the family understands what they must do.

In conjunction with the league member they were trapped with, they work to defeat their opponents, and one by one transform, each time revealing people too small, too young. The crash of thunder marks each victory. Rubble starts to fall and shake the earth as the league members pull their partners to safety, gathering together by the entrance, bandaging their wounds. All eyes are on Marvel, trapped under a great pillar of stone. (They have been working with him for years now, but each of his family has been revealed to be children. Is he, too?) Each time he raises the ceiling a little higher, and each time it grows heavier as the battles and the ticking clock destabilise the thousands of tons above.

At last, the final group win, and exhausted league members piggy back the last child hero over the rubble.

All are evacuated, but Marvel cannot move. Rapid power transfer and hours of stress have taken their toll, and he needs to transform back as well.

Finally, finally, green lantern and superman reach him, and with their help he is freed, collapsing to the side in relief. No one says a word.

With one final lightning strike, the last member of the team is revealed.

He's twelve years old.

And the league needs to take them all to safety.

Hi I’m Winter! 🥰

I’m 24 and live in Texas. I’m non-binary (they/them or it/its pronouns preferred), demisexual, pansexual, on the autism spectrum 🙂

Really just looking to make some more online friends! I’m super nerdy and love anything geeky- Marvel, Doctor Who, Star Wars, etc! I also love to read and listen to music!

Feel free to message me (if you’re over 18!)

OK WHOS THE WISE GUY WHO ORDERED A KEYCHAIN FOR THE CITY I JUST MOVED OUT OF

part of me wanted a “why him🤬🤬” moment when sophie realized she likes keefe and part of me thinks its really sweet that we didnt get one because even though hes flawed and frustrating and irresponsible, she genuinely likes him as a person

Something I really need Stranger Things fic writers to know is that no one in rural America was locking any doors in the eighties apart from the government and businesses. I remember when there was a big stink about "we gotta start locking our doors now how am I supposed to remember that every time I leave the house." People didn't lock the doors when they were home until at LEAST the mid-aughts, a lot of people STILL don't. "Oh we can't get into so-and-so's house/car because we don't have the keys!" You do not need the keys, just open the door. "I'm alarmed because I went over to so-and-so's house and their front door was unlocked so I instantly knew something was wrong." It would be much weirder if it was locked. If I showed up at my friend's house and the door was locked I would immediately assume something was wrong. If I lived in a town regularly invaded by monsters and patrolled by mobs of government agents/Russian spies/jocks with guns, I would assume my friend was currently being hunted.

Btw if you come on holidays and stay at an AirBnb instead of an actual registered hotel I hate you personally. Not "I hate the gentrification and touristic massification and the way we can't live in our homes and are forced to move away because of tourism" in an abstract way- No, not just that. I hate you.

If anyone's up for it i'd totally like to see these screenshots in Fusionfall Art style.