Bob: So… who broke it?
Bob: I’m not mad, I just wanna know.
Rudy: I did. I broke the soft serve machine-
Bob: No. No you didn’t. Louise?
Louise: Don’t look at me. Look at Darryl.
Darryl: What? I didn’t break it.
Louise: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Darryl: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
Louise: Suspicious.
Darryl: No, it’s not.
Gene: If it matters - probably not - but Courtney was the last one to use it.
Courtney: *gasps* Liar! I don’t even eat that crap!
Gene: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the machine earlier?
Courtney: I use the soft serve tubs to make tiny hats for my cat Susan. Everyone knows that, Gene!
Rudy: Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, run.
Bob: No! Who broke it?
Tina: … Dad… Peter’s been awfully quiet.
Peter: REALLY?!
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The green rain in 1.6 is so funny. The weather guy is confused with this anomaly that has never happened in the valley before the farmer set foot in it. On that day the tv stations are green statics. Everyone is scared, either taking shelter in Gus's saloon or staying by their family's side, fearing the worst.
And then you step out and it's just Moss
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Robin chose Steve. Robin made the conscious and deliberate decision that she could and would trust Steve. She already liked him! She had fun working and bantering with him! They were already on their way to being weird little bffs and the torture just expedited the process. Steve chose Robin just the same! He thinks she's fun and cool and likes her so much! He chose to be honest and open with her too, putting himself out there.
Even though their interests on the surface level don't match why wouldn't they share them? Steve clearly caves when Robin wants to watch a movie he doesn't think he'll like, Robin can watch a March madness game or five.
Stop trying to take away their bond oh my god people can be close to more than one person!!! Their best friend doesn't have to be dismissive or mean or whatever in order for a romance to be special to them!
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rotating this crossover in my brain. again.
i am not gonna say that the kitty is unlucky Because it is a black cat But. it sure is in situations often.
lower are vague end-game Ghost Trick spoilers, go play the game! (or you know, watch a lets play)
its short and sweet and has a good resent remaster for pc.
my current thought is that sissel got lost on a road trip? maybe fell through a portal?
and is kinda stuck in the middle of nowhere usa. Shenanigans ensue. that happens when you have an increadibly powerful energy source stuck in a kinda defenceless body (not counting the time powers. which i am sure clockwork has nothing to say about and danny specifically doesnt have any negative experience with.)
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I'm thinking abt that pretty fall leaves embroidery pattern post and about how like... it is categorically a repost, it's a reupload. right? a thing that is generally disliked. but because it's credited, it's genuinely boosting the artist in question.
and it could ALWAYS be like this. reposting content could ALWAYS be a symbiotic relationship, but because sourcing back to the original creator of something is so uncommon, it's just easier to ask people not to repost it at all. and people still don't understand the difference. or they'll go to the effort of cropping out usernames/signatures to repost something, which is More Effort than literally crediting the creator of something you liked enough to want to repost.
Like. I literally don't actually care if my own shit gets reposted, you have to understand. I just don't want it STOLEN. But "do not repost" is easier to write on my art than "you can repost this, but don't alter the image/remove my signature, don't you dare write 'credit goes to the artist' because that is not credit, please link back to my original post or someplace that you can actually find me. please use an actual link/url instead of writing a non-clickable link of my username, because making it text instead of a clickable link cuts the number of people who will go to the effort of visiting my own page in Half."
All those aggregate themed accounts, those fuckin annoying as hell instagrams and facebook groups that are like "body positive art we love wamen 💕 hashtag feminism" and then MASS-STEAL plus sized art created by women, if pages like these that always go and steal my older self-portraits and other works... If they just put a link to my prints of those pieces in the text of those posts, or, fuck, my commission info page? I would literally be living on the moon right now. I would have a house on the moon
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During the rebuild of the hotel
*Alastor and Lucifer are, begrudgingly, working on rebuilding a room together.*
Alastor, heading towards the door: Alright, now I just have to go get the--.
*alastor runs into a wall. He pauses and looks at the wall. It has the drawing of a door, but it was not a door.*
*the realization sets in and his blood is boiling, but he smiles, folds his hands together, and slowly turns to Lucifer.*
Alastor, calmly yet tense: Lucifer?
Lucifer: What?
Alastor: Where's the doorway?
Lucifer, pointing to the drawing: It's right there. I drew it, see?
Alastor: You were supposed to cut it out with the power saw.
Lucifer, starting to get annoyed: Well, I'm gonna.
Alastor: Oh really?
Lucifer: Yes.
Alastor: So go get the power saw.
Lucifer: Okay, I will.
*Lucifer confidently walks to the wall and runs face first into it.*
*short pause*
Lucifer: *turns to Alastor* I see the problem.
Alastor, very angry: OH DO YOU?!
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Prompt 234
More of the Tiamat Au? More of the Tiamat Au!
Sharing a body was strange. Ten limbs split between the nine of them- thirteen if one counted the tails and seventeen if one counted the fact that their cloak… skirt… whatever could mimic the wings of their other form.
One which they would change back to after a few moments- there was much less stumbling when it was all fours. Not to mention that if not for the tails they’d have easily toppled over with how many arms they had making them slightly top heavy. Okay more than slightly, it was taking a bit to adjust.
Honestly the fields of wheat and other crops did nothing to hide them with how tall even this body was, but it was still better than nothing, and they were using the fact it was the middle of nowhere to their shared advantage.
At least the humanoid- not human, even now their shared power thrummed through the air, leaking from them- form was smaller than their true draconic one. Well, perhaps they shouldn’t call it their true form, when they were once all human, halfa and liminal alike, but they’d long since stopped being such. So perhaps it was in fact true to call the form they had become as their normal state now.
Actually, could they even separate now? Or had their power melded together so much that it was impossible now, and an attempt would end them? It would at the very least crack their core-
“What the fuck.”
Their head lurched, a little too far if the jolt of pain was anything before it melted away. They were all too used to moving their own necks separately. But all of them agreed that discovery could not happen-
Oh.
It was a child. A preteen with red-orange hair, blue-green eyes, expensive clothing, and most damming of all, large swaths of bruising across his arms. Bruising that did not come from usual play, and looked far too much like hand prints for any of their comfort.
Someone had very much not been taking care of this child. And that really made them quite angry.
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Listen listen listen. If they keep up with the adding flashbacks. They’ve gotta be doing Annabeth flashbacks (because that’s what fits sea of monsters best) which not only means babybeth but also that we would get meet Thalia sooner so then they can cast Thalia and have her in it for more than a hot two seconds at the end. Since she’s supposed to be around the same age between her “death” and return.
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