Thinking about Stolas’s transformation after he met Blitz from Stella's perspective is actually super fucking funny, like for almost 20 years she had a passive, boring, sexless (to her) husband, and then he gets dicked down ONCE and he's walking around like That Bitch and saying things like "people want our money AND our bodies," like fuck her for real but Blitz did Some Things to his whole psyche

the whole "I kissed alana bloom" thing probably got the Banani in his feelings cause Will said he kissed her as a "clutch for balance" and he was probably like "I can't believe this fucking mongoose loses his shit in front of me all the time and the ONE TIME this bitch decides to kiss someone as a coping mechanism, I'm not there I SWEAR TO GOD" and so I get him sending Will to a killer cause same

His smile at the end kills me. He knows what he is doing, he knows he is hot

listen listen i dont really care if sonadow does or doesn't become canon. all i ever want from this franchise is to one day have an explicit confirmation of shadow being gay. i don't care how it happens - whether it's comics, tv shows, movies, game - i want to see him at least briefly have interest in a GUY but the funniest way they can confirm shadow being gay is ultimately in a twitter takeover where the words "i'm gay" blatantly come out of shadow's mouth - which means the homophobes have no way of denying it. twitter would be in flames, and tumblr would be rejoicing - as is the natural order.

"something so scary the tardis ran away 😨😨💀" babe this is nothing new name one episode where the tardis doesn't vibe w the energy and just fucks off to who knows where until the conflict is resolved,, bye guys I'll catch you at the end of the episode

Okay but like the whole blending herself together with the Winter King just makes so much sense, she's only the madness of the crown.

She doesn't feel whole because it's only madness without its maker. The only thing she is missing is the wearer, the supposed to be bearer of the curse.

Like if I were the madness that laid within the crown I would also go to any measure to be reunited with my wearer. If dating and marriage is refused I too would just decide to blend myself with my user. I wouldn't be whole, I'm just the curse without the body I'm meant to be in. Blended we are right, apart we are just wrong.

Orpheus for the girlies that know

Tim would fucking TOWER over Jason if they actually met as kids.

Thinking about how in every kidfic Jason is always still described as bigger and stronger than frail little Timmy even though when Jason died at 15 he was only 4'6" and 87lbs going by his death certificate. Tim's Robin on the other hand was 5'1" at 13/14 looking at the height they had listed for him in DC's Who's Who update in 1991.

If Jason's and Tim's robin's ever actually met it'd actually look like this:

And that's assuming you match up youngest Robin!Tim with oldest Robin!Jason. And if they met pre-robin??? Jason at 4'6" (the like average height of a 10yo) was after years of living with Bruce. Like that's kid Jason at PEAK so he was smaller when he jacked those fucking tires. There's no way some rich in Bristol who's only two years younger than him is gonna be smaller just 'cause his mommy and daddy work a lot.

guess who finished tlok tonight and immediately had this come to him in a vision!!!!

Me: BRO. Can you imagine if Luffy activated Gear 5 2 years earlier at Marineford

AO3: Hey boo I gotchu

Me: AY-YO????

closing time

"I wouldn't do this for anyone else"

Rick is so used to just standing idly or rubbing dirt into a wound while people suffer from his actions but he genuinely wanted to make Unity feel better after this and he just. Doesn't know how.

Him walking away is probably the best thing he can do in this situation, and he does. He leaves without a petty remark or an attempt to have the upper hand. He ignored Unity's attempts to help him and when they became so worried that they showed up on Earth, he fought them off with something Specifically Made to Hurt Unity. He hurt someone that really just wanted to make sure he wasn't dead.

When he goes to comfort Andre after Wong dumps him, he brings beer, a tiny peace offering to express a similarity between them. The last time Rick got dumped by Unity, he sulked and pettily pretended to not be hurt while attempting to kill himself, but he's grown now and knows that he can't do that.

I am rooting so hard for this man's emotional maturity, I screamed when he quietly said sorry after his argument with Summer. Look at him go! He's struggling and his growth is far from linear (as I'm sure we'll see in this weekend's episode) but he's trying and like Wong said he doesn't know how to show it, but he's changing. Slowly, but he's changing.

The way these two shorts are next to each other on youtube. Spy diapproves of the crabsquid

Okay okay I saw your post about wanting the witch to do some really crazy magic that proves she’s tough and I raise you an additional idea. European magic and myths with fae and cryptids is more positive and nice, especially with modern retelling of fairy tails (I know this isn’t necessarily true there are some really dark aspects of European folk). I myself am from the Appalachian Mountains, and that region is very very old. I don’t know what you know about the region but the mountains themselves are older than the rings of Saturn, and bones. With how old they are the region has a lot of folk lore and cryptids and dark legends surrounding it, most of which coming from the indigenous communities that were there before us. Haints, wendigo/skin walker, and a slew of rules everyone follows. You don’t whistle at night, keep a broom above every door, cover the mirrors and open the windows when someone dies, if you hear screaming or someone calling for you in the dark or woods- NO YOU DIDNT!!! Dark shit like that is a big deal where I’m from. Now my actual thought was what if witch is from a old magic type of place, and when someone (another fae not price) comes to challenge her or test her saying she ain’t powerful or she doesn’t know real magic and fae, she shows them where she’s from (I was thinking with her cool door) they step thru into the middle of the woods of her ancestral/family home and they immediately are terrified. Like the fae!141 are old and ancient fae but the region is older than even then and it scares the fuck outta them, like they immediately forfeit! Maybe they saw something in the woods or just the overall feeling of the place is overwhelming. This would also match up with the witch being so scared of the mimic, cause wendigos/skin walkers are fucking terrifying in a place like Appalachia so her moving and thinking that’s what she’s being terrorized by is horrifying!!! I know this is really long and probably makes no sense and whatever you write is and will be amazing but I just had this thought today cause your writing lives rent free in my mind 24/7!!! Whatever witch x price you make will make me feral no matter what!!!!

Witch's magic is actually loosely based around American folk magic, specifically Hoodoo and some Appalachian folk magic. And all I can say is: Don't bring those names into my ask box they are so very scary and I'm scared(joking)(I actually am terrified of .... I don't even like typing their name). Although I don't think Witch is from the US, she is definitely very, very, old magic. I have various thoughts on where her magic comes from, but it's old. (I think Konig stops to look at her because her magic is familiar to him, an ancient understanding ingrained in him of what she is)

Anyway I have a few little pieces about Witch interacting with other witches, what's one more challenge to her abilities?

It's always interesting when fae visit you. When they come to you as customers, you mean. No you're fairly used to visitors at this point. It's the ones that come to you for a service that you don't get often. You smile at the fae across from you as you shuffle your cards. They came in through the front, you know they want something. Annoying that they've managed to stay silent as you ushered them in.

18, 19, you switch between the cards to try and get a feel for what will work best for your silent customer. The man, you suppose, laying the card down on the table. Not for their appearance, but for the role they seem intent on playing. Domineering, or trying to be. You lay cards around it, humming to yourself. Snake, birds, mice, the coffin, the clouds, the home. You know all this. They're sitting right in front of me practically salivating, you try to silently tell your deck.

"So," You squint your eyes to really try and sell your smile as friendly, you feel like you're doing little more than bearing your teeth, "What are you looking for today?"

"Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about," They tell you calmly. You snap down three cards for yourself in quick succession, though you hardly need to read them to get the message.

"Boot this rude motherfucker" the cards tell you. You scoop up your draws with your fingers and shuffle them back into the deck.

"I see," You try to keep your voice bright. They scoff, their expression amused. You don't see what's so funny.

"Hardly, I expected a seer at least, you're-" They wave their hand at you, "-just feeling it out, right?" You raise your brows, continue your shuffle. "I expected Price to be chasing someone a little more," They sigh, you don't expect them to finish the sentence, you're sure it's insulting. Rules dictate politeness, they sure are skirting that line.

"You know Price," You don't ask, but the question hangs between you. How? and Does he even like you? You can't imagine he does.

"Mm, we're on the court together," The fae rests their elbow on the arm of your couch, sets their chin against their palm, fingers curling against their cheek. "Strange he'd be so protective of such a novice, but I suppose you're pretty. He likes pretty."

You let your head tip side to side as you think. Novice. That's one you're not used to hearing. You wonder why they'd think that. Can't they feel your magic? A card jumps out of your shuffling. The home. Ah. You feel your smile grow more genuine as you press the card back into the middle of your deck.

Of course they can't feel you. This whole place is you. It would be like looking at an ocean and deciding it's harmless because you can't pick out a single drop of water. That doesn't stop the waves from dragging you out to drown any more than it stops your magic from surrounding this fae. You wonder if they can feel it, the way your magic hones in on them, eyes watching their every move with silent focus.

"Why don't I show you out?" You set your deck on the table and stand without waiting for an answer, leading them to your back door. You're sure they'll find your garden more than impressive now that you've rescinded their welcome.

"Why not," They follow, "I should be going anyway, you're hardly worth the trouble the others are sending after you."

It's crossing the threshold a second time that hurts, that spins and swims in the fae's vision. The heat of a familiar season ripping through them like an oven. Summer bound by heavy chains and iron spikes. You smile at them peacefully, spidering ties arcing off of you towards the sun itself. You burn. Your magic lashes against the confines of the garden, the walls and wards worked into the land, into summer itself.

The fae looks back into your home, the consumptive darkness of a doorway once broken and twice repaired, of a space that shouldn't be a space. A house that's wrong. They look back to you, to the soft tilt of your head, the faux patience as you wait for them to remember what they're here for.

The ground beneath their feet is unfamiliar, and pitches their stomach. They stumble a little, the pressure of the magic keeping a whole season in place settling on their shoulders. It takes everything in them not to buckle under the weight.

"This is fun," You smile at them, raising a hagstone to your eye, "I was wondering why my wards were acting up."

They do their best to collect enough air to respond. Everything feels thick and humid, the heat only raising as they stay close to you. They blink against the blinding sun, their vision swinging violently as they try to keep their focus on moving. Are they moving? You aren't. You're the only fixed point as the world pitches on its axis and spins.

You and your terrible smile, staring down at their suffering. They're on the court for fucks sake, some little human pet shouldn't stand half a chance against them. They make to swing for you, try to grab you with their claws. There's only air, their depth perception wavering between distances. You crouch, following them as the weight of magic forces them to their knees.

"Now I will admit," You hum, reaching to pluck a few stray hairs from their head, "I don't particularly care for killing, so I'll leave you for Price to take care of."

You snap your fingers and the fae straightens and stands from their misery. They walk themselves to the gate and open it. They look back at you, and you wiggle your fingers in goodbye as the hairs in your grip spark with the same fire that engulfs them as they step out into Winter.

as i am currently on that transmasc bloodcycle bullshit, it occurs to me i have a trans blorbo i can in fact make suffer with me

and while im projecting, why not give leo my habit of announcing his predicament in the funniest way possible

(pretend I posted this on time)

Happy valentine's day!