Familiarity..

when barty found out that regulus was named after star he became obsessed with finding out the meaning, the origin and just overall looking for it.

when he found it, he would look at it always even when he was in his cell in azkaban - because that's the only reminder that regulus was real, and that he was in love with him.

"Leo: Usagi stay with Leonardo-san?

Usagi: Leo..."

Leosagi flufftober - Day 5 & 6 - Bouquet / Goodbye

Usagi has to return to his dimension due to some collapsing in the time-space. Leo knows there's a possibility they would never see each other again... He tries to make him stay.

Ok I- first of all I love Tarzan, and the song of 'Strangers like me' remind me a lot of the boys but- I swear this wasn't what I was rooting for when I started this drawing. I'm so sorry (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

The Outsiders AU where after Darry, now abt 52, dies and instead of being greeted with darkness he just gets sent back to when the book takes place so now the gang has their Darry and Old Man Darry, and they’re complete opposites.

Darry is stressed and wound up and worried and has back pain and barely eats bc he worries so much and is 90% sure he’s getting grey hairs already and Old Man Darry is just. Hobbling around doing flips and shit, cracks the splits (and all of his joints), manages to drift the fucking brick of the truck they own, and the gang is like, a total three second from having collective brain aneurysms, young Darry included.

They’re all trying to keep him safe and shit and he’s just fucking throwing caution to the wind and trying to see how much dumb shit he can do. Plot twist tho he ends up in a time loop. Every time one of the gang dies, he’s sent back to when he was dying and has to watch all of the gang cry because he was supposed to live so much longer, and every time he ends up back in the past, trying to fix things so it doesn’t all have to be so sour, while also grabbing jobs and taking up a fake name so he can put them in a savings account so when his younger self end up with the same illness he had before he died, he can pay for it, since the main reason he couldn’t be helped was because they didn’t have the money to help him.

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Show me the way home, honey | A Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw Dabble

Words: 585

Summary: It's christmas once more, one more christmas without Bradley, Y/N ponders on the one fateful christmas eve night where Bradley Bradshaw said the words that changed her life forever.

(Tags: @callmemana, @notyoursbutlewis, @bayisdying)

“You can cry,” Maverick muttered, his hands finding a way over the guardrailing around the patio that stood outback of The Hard Deck, “I don’t feel like crying,” She looked over at Bradley’s old friend, his only family member that still stood. 

But where was Bradley? Her mind could escape to every thought that could hide the reality that came to truth, the truth that made her scream so loud that her voice shattered that one fateful night. Her hands were rough without his shallow touch, the light playful squeezes he would do with a snarky grin on his lips. She could see it everywhere she went. 

A like snowfall was falling onto the freezing sand, truly a rare sight, to Y/N it looked like ashes, ashes of a lost one trying to cross the oceans to find the one he lost. She remembered the night where he walked into her room, face covered with flour and hands filled with callsign themed sugar cookies. The way he looked at her, the way he somehow looked so beautiful underneath that mess of flour and raw dough. 

She would scream, she would cry, she would fall to pieces right there if it wasn’t for the bar goers and Maverick standing beside her mere-feet away, “We both know this was at risk,” Maverick tried to make everything seem like it was reason, there was a reason he faded away from her fragile, cracking, glass fingertips. 

“Why did they make him team leader?” That question rang in her head the moment she got the call. 

‘Bradley’s Dead’ Maverick’s voice bellowed through the speaker of her 3 year-old phone, her voice shattering into bits, she could tell from Maverick’s voice he wasn’t lying, teasing, she had to grasp onto something that gave her false hope.

She couldn’t live without the man that cured her heart, the man that stood on her doorstep that one christmas eve, the bright colorful lights that decorated her house made his face light up. The scars on his face were highlighted through the shadows, the same ones he got in that car accident, he was trying to see her, to talk to her before he left. 

“I wanted to apologize.”

She wanted to slam the door on his pretty face, to forget that he was standing tense, the hand holding her favorite flower shaking with fear of what she might say, “About what Bradley?” She was thankful she stayed, she spoke to him. 

“About leaving you back there, I should’ve been near you more,” He was coming to say sorry for leaving her at a park, the same park where they both were supposed to ice skate together that winter, he didn’t show up and it letting her mind race with time, letting her breath shake with might. 

“I don’t think a simple apology will fix that, Bradshaw,” She breathed out, watching her breath come out like smoke.

“Then what will?”

“You coming inside,” She spilled out the words she wanted to say when she opened the door and stumbled upon him, she wanted to take the welting flowers in his hand and throw them up in the air to cherish where he stood, to remember the look on his face when she said it. 

They both stood there for awhile, before he spilled out the words she wished she could’ve heard from his mouth once more.

“Then show me the way home, honey.”

Can't wait for Hallariel and Gilear to come back to Seacaster Manor only to find that their home is now essentially a youth community centre.

Studying! Dance and Music! Martial students use the Seacasters' training grounds and equipment! Fabian hires a life guard because so many kids want to use his pool! Kids who don't have enough food at home know that they can go to the Manor and order whatever they want and Fabian won't even notice the charges!

Fabian basically starts a YMCA in his house.

i am so normal about this movie

edit: this has been getting more attention for some reason and im REALLY confused but im not complaining because this movie means so much to me and im so glad people do too! im looking forward to making more castle in the sky art, as well as ghibli art in general, so in the meantime heres some silly doodles i made of sheeta and pazu :>

Zagreus makes a horrifying realization.

Local motorcycle lady adopts magical nerd girl from another dimension

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here's some of my older one piece musings hehe

framed villain

Hunter head canon #3

Hunter his whole life has done something guard related. From training to be a scout which are essentially foot guards to the highest ranking guard, the golden guard. He wasn’t just trained to guard he was raised guarding. It’s something he does thats probably second nature for him.

With that being said I truly believe he will continue being a guard to everyone he cares about even if it’s no longer his job and even if he barley knows that person. (gus and luz for example in labyrinth runners and hunting palismen ) It’s ingrained in him the same way sheep dogs will heard humans because it’s what they know.

So I imagine hunter instinctively standing up in front of the hexsquad unconsciously guarding. Even if they are simply hanging out. They ask him about it and he admits he does it without even noticing.

Of course a lot of these behaviors stem from PTSD like him being hyper vigilante and being prepared to defend from any possible attack but even in moments he knows he safe he’s always watching making sure they don’t get hurt by something little like falling and making sure their all secure. He’s not even violent just defensive.

He keeps them organized even if can’t keep himself organized, he becomes aware of their mannerism in a objective way, he guides them. They basically become his herd in way.

Even if Luz could be seen being the ‘leader’, Hunter is always next to her ever so slightly in front, like a guard.

Luz is also protective but that’s a habit she developed while again for Hunter it’s ingrained.

It’s quite cute actually if you ignore his past, him being a protective friend willing to defend the people he cares about no matter what.

In short Hunter got that Doberman/collie instinct in him lol

Any who, love me a protective Hunter

what I was talking abt earlier. we have fully looped back around and away from feminism, societally, whereas before it was very Feminism 101 to acknowledge that many parts of existing as a woman in a misogynistic society are painful and upsetting. not that being a woman is Inherently Negative in a bubble. but that living on this earth, in the conditions we're living in, is hostile to women. and that gender is a performance. that many of the Staples Of Femininity as accepted by society are things that you have to create and perform and mold artificially and aren't inherent, that COMPLAINING about day to day difficulties of existing as a woman is something that you're allowed to do. acknowledging these basic, again, feminism 101 things, that something tied to womanhood is more time consuming or more expensive or more dangerous Because Of The Problems. does not CREATE the problems. that when women complain about having to perform femininity, they are not, in fact, oppressing themselves. the call does not come from inside the fucking house. saying that you HAVE suffered does not fucking equate that you believe you SHOULD have suffered.

like I could talk about this for hours. how braindead and one-dimensional the Takes are getting. "being a woman is looking in the mirror and going fuck yeah i'm a woman" damn. I guess any negative experiences you have by living in a misogynistic world... are your fault if you are anything but positive? "you don't actually want liberation" we've fully gone back to telling feminists "you WANT to be oppressed" when anything negative about our society is pointed out. it's not real until I say it out loud, I guess, and then I'm actually the one who caused it. if anybody expresses any unhappiness with how they're treated or the status quo or the language and culture surrounding womanhood and femininity. they've created it, right that second. they invented it just now. it wasn't a problem before somebody complained, right? also trans women aren't braindead zombies who just follow the flow of whatever cis women around them say. I am pretty fucking sure they are very much aware of pain, and are MORE than aware of the swirling torrent of misogyny and standards of femininity than anybody else. actually. and I am pretty sure someone complaining on tumblr that being a woman means always putting on a performance is going to make someone change their mind about transitioning. also "performing femininity" as a necessity to being treated well as a woman is not fucking NEWS to your Local Trans Woman. I AM PRETTY SURE SHE GETS THE CONCEPT. using trans women as a scapegoat for this braindead perspective on gender politics is spineless, meritless, and pathetic.

hey what if Eddie had a lil crush on Wally in the early days. i think that'd be cute

Les Miserables but instead of candlesticks Valjean has these