‘how did disney let them make andor omg!’ ‘lol netflix let them make blockbuster that’s so funny’

My sister, who does not have a tumblr account and instead leeches off of mine, drew something on my iPad and wanted to share with the other good omens fans

She said if this hits a certain amount of notes they’ll make a tumblr account

Edit: it hit the certain amount, she’s @cultconstel

posting some signalis concept art that i found cause these are driving me insane

also some of those funny simple sketches. alina girl why do you look like that

Just watched boys night. Will never be normal again.

obsessed with people saying “it’s cool to be weird now” fucking WHERE and how do i get there

Had someone get snippy with me (on a queer forum, no less) for asking not to be called “bro” so

Here is your reminder that it’s okay to not like conventionally gendered terms for yourself, even if many other people consider them gender-neutral. It’s okay to politely ask someone not to call you [term]. And if someone makes that request of you, don’t be an ass. Apologize and don’t do it again. Easy as that.

Eddie didn’t like children. Well correction, he didn’t like little children. He watched the tiny humans run around the streets of the trailer park with their capes and missing teeth and it freaked him out. He saw the woman two trailers over with a baby in his arms and cringed at the sight. The little ones freaked him out. What good were the little fleshbags other than staring unseeingly into the distance and screeching through the neighborhood? He didn’t know so he avoided all of them like the plague.

Steve loved kids. He loved the innocence they had and the glow in their eyes when they looked up at people. He remembered when he had innocence and a shine of hope in his eyes. Simpler times those had been. But he loved kids, helping them and making sure they kept their innocence and hope for as long as humanly possible. However, he too didn’t like little ones. Babies were so frail and fragile that he was always far too scared to even go near them.

That’s why it was the perfect option to adopt a four year old girl and her six year old brother. They were big enough not to be “useless fleshbags” according to Eddie and they were big and enough not to be seen as overly delicate to Steve. When they chose to adopt the siblings into their small family, Steve and Eddie made things complete.

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(AU & design belongs to @shelternmberone )

I try to generally be constructive and engaged with the show I love on here, so on this day, I’ll just say that one of the most thematically important aspects for me from the original ATLA is Aang’s emotional core of real shame for running away when he was hurt by the monk’s decision to send him away. People who feel the kind of deep-seated shame that Aang feels from this decision can understand how that kind of all-encompassing shame is not built around a simple failure or a lie they tell themselves; it’s constructed from real misbehaviors and transgressions of their own sense of ethics—lashing out, telling lies, attempting to hurt others intentionally—that then have consequences (abuses, abandonments, or deaths) which seem to far exceed their expectations or even basic logic.

The combination of the misbehavior with exaggerated existential punishments (along with a lack of support and amend-making in the immediate wake of the events) is what transforms a sense of guilt (I fucked up) into shame (I am a forever fuck-up). Then shame, that sense of being a secret monster ‘no matter what I do or how good everyone thinks I am,’ invites all the avoidance strategies (Aang puts on big smiles, makes lots of jokes, constantly tries to make everyone happy, hops from town to town without building deeper connections). One doesn’t want to acknowledge one’s true feelings or let others in to see those feelings and experiences because it’s too painful to face the grief at the same time that you have to look at yourself for being responsible—even when you recognize it wasn’t totally your fault. It’s just that if you had just been good, less emotional, less human, then maybe the world wouldn’t be so messed up. Of course, in a zen view of things, the world will always be messed up in the same way it will always be beautiful. These are constant facts that always coexist in balance, and this is the truth that Aang learns and that undergirds the whole series.

So I always loved that Aang ran away. It was his sin and his salvation. And it becomes this constant tension for the series—he gets hurt in Bato of the Water Tribe and starts to run away from Katara and Sokka, he runs away to the Guru in the Crossroads of Destiny and his best friend is attacked, he and the gaang retreat after the Day of the Black Sun failure, he runs away to meditation in Sozin’s Comet when everyone wants him preparing for war. Aang’s reluctance to be a hero and the attachments and petulance for which he gets criticized are what metamorphasize to become his most noble attributes. They allow him to empathize with others shame and, ultimately, wield the kind of compassion that can deconstruct the power and perfectionism of imperialism.

So yes, Aang ran away from his temple 100 years ago. It wasn’t the mentally healthy choice. It wasn’t the ethical choice. It wasn’t the wise choice. It was human and emotional and shameful and real. Aang is a better character for it. ATLA is a better show because of it. And we are better people when we understand these kind of tragic emotional experiences that people are trying so hard to grow through.

Dude some of those popular so-bad-its-good movies are unironically outsider art and I don’t think they get enough appreciation for that

I know some people might not like the whole “Sabine training to be a Jedi despite not being super force sensitive” thing but I honestly think it’s really cool. It’s expanding what being a Jedi is, it’s showing they’re more than just space wizards, they’re a religion, a people- being a Jedi isn’t about having powers it’s about your training and how you live your life. I think it’s very cool and I like the idea of nonforce sensitive Jedi

WHY AREN’T WE HAVING SPACE SEX?!

Valentine’s Gift

Floyd Leech x Reader

You stare at the tooth in your hands. It’s the first time you’ve ever received such a thing. Especially for Valentine’s Day.

“Guys,” you say thoughtfully, “what am I supposed to do with this?”

Ace takes a look over your shoulder and immediately blanches. He slams your hands shut like they’re the shell of a clam, tightly sealing it away from his gaze.

“Ew, gross! A tooth? It’s even got a bit of gum still attached!”

Deuce puts his hand on his chin. “What kind of tooth is it?”

“Apparently an orca?” You want to open your hands to take another look at it, but Ace firmly presses them closed. “Dude, are you squeamish?”

“What, me? No way, nuh-uh.” He vehemently shakes his head, looking up to the sky and laughing in a strained sort of way. “There’s no way I’d be squeamish about a tooth.”

“At least there’s no blood, right?” Deuce tries to get a look, only for Ace to shove him aside. He scowls and shoves back. “Losing teeth fills your mouth with blood, it’s pretty gross. Er, not that I would know from experience!”

Ace and Deuce dissolve into their own bubble as they quarrel. You ignore them and open your fingers back up to reveal the tooth. It’s almost the length of your hand. Much bigger than you thought. Maybe they only seem small because orcas are big, dwarfing them in comparison.

“They sure are kickin’ up a fuss about nothing. You can’t even eat that.” Grim grumbles, rubbing his belly. “Don’t people usually give chocolate or something? I was hoping to eat something real tasty.”

Typical for a cat that only thinks about food. Even if you received chocolate, you certainly wouldn’t give him any, since they’re from that person. You wonder about the reason behind the tooth in particular. To be honest, you should have expected this. It’s ridiculous to think Floyd would follow the usual conventions on anything, let alone gift-giving on Valentine’s Day.

He sought you out earlier and loudly proclaimed he had something for you. He plopped next to you in the cafeteria, pressed the tooth in your hand while explaining how much fun he had wrestling an orca, hugged you near suffocation, and went on his merry way. Like a summer storm. You didn’t even get the chance to give him the chocolates in your bag.

You look out the window, drowning out the sounds of Ace and Deuce’s insults and Grim’s griping. At this time of day, Floyd’s probably working a shift at the Lounge. You’ll visit him later with the chocolates in hand. Maybe you’ll make him wait for it. He’s so terrible at being patient, so you might have to run around the Lounge’s tables, laughing as he tries to swipe them from you. Then, when he finally eats them, you’ll be sure to tell him how flattered you are to have received the tooth.

A blush settles on your cheeks as your gaze turns dreamy. You hope he’ll compliment your chocolates. After all, you spent a good few hours last night to make sure they’re perfect. Floyd went through all that effort to get you an orca’s tooth, so your gift certainly can’t be lacking!

Had to draw the trio from from my fave book by @sarahreesbrennan as I reread for the millionth time 😮‍💨 They’re so fun

“how can you not like Snape but like Regulus, Barty, and Evan?”

Because, in my mind, Snape was a bitch (derogatory), and Regulus, Barty, and Evan were bitches (affectionately)

Hiya ☺️