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THE LEGO BATMAN MOVIE (2017) dir. Chris McKay

your best friend ask for you to draw their homestuck sona. you should totally agree :3

Drew like a dark, fucked up version of your sona haha. Just a glimpse into my sick and twisted mind.

Dance Monkey Dance 

(bonus under the cut)

HI lovely, i tried searching your wcif tag for psd's but I couldn't find anything. I was wondering if you could tell me where you got the psd camera overlay thing you use on your pics please or if you made it yourself? Thanks in advance! Have a beautiful day! x

simlish camera overlay

> Team name: Russian 2

> Writer: @moro-the-sun

> Artist: @briscolae

> Beta: @turtlecase

> Title: Я умею заряжать винтовку (мне это больше не нужно)

> Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56773495?view_full_work=true

> Ratings/Warnings: Mature, No Archive warnings apply, War theme, Canon-typical violence

> Characters: Martyn InTheLittleWood, FalseSymmetry, RenDog

> Summary:

Мартин привык к жестокой рутине: начало игры, три смерти, пустота, повтор. Это было знакомо и просто, потому что он уже давно не знал ничего другого.

«Привыкнуть» — не значит «любить».

Так что когда некая женщина вытаскивает его с игр и говорит, что приведет его «домой», Мартин даже не думает начинать спорить. Правда он не знает, как сказать, что дома у него нет.

ИЛИ Фолс спасает Мартина после Сикрет Лайф и, подобрав по пути Рена, они едут на Хермиткрафт. О войнах и их последствиях, о реальности и кошмарах, о животном и человеческом.

Martyn is used to a brutal routine: start of the game, three deaths, void, repeat. It was familiar and simple, because he hadn't known anything else for a long time.

"Is used to" does not mean "like".

So when a certain woman pulls him out after the game and says that she’s going to bring him "home," Martyn doesn't even think to start arguing. However, he doesn’t know how to say that he does not have a home.

OR False rescues Martyn after Secret Life and picking up Ren along the way, they drive to Hermitcraft. About wars and their consequences, reality and nightmares, animalistic and human.

> Art:

March 2021 vs May 2020

Redraw of an old piece 🐉

Here it is!

KillerCreamMare!!!

The ship that won in the voting for ship drawing!

The Business Killer

Okay, TJLCers, I can no longer remain a lurker. This shit is getting too damn real, and I have to share my thoughts on this new trailer. So, we know from setlock that Toby Jones's character is known as The Business Killer on what appears to be an Apprentice type television show. My first thoughts after seeing Sherlock, John, and Mycroft in that strange room together were "Mind Palace", but then upon further viewing, I reconsidered. I think Smith has placed the three in the room together so that they can act out a twisted version of his reality show just for him. Hear me out, now. I can't say exactly why he would do this other than speculating that the trio had some sort of plan to take Smith down, but it failed pretty spectacularly. Now, he has the opportunity to do whatever he likes with them, and he chooses to hurt them by making them hurt each other. If they want to get out alive, they have to play his game. Mycroft of course immediately protests because, honestly, the ridiculousness of it all! "Is this suppose to be a game?" In that shot of Smith delivering the line, "Tell them your darkest secret." he's speaking to them inside that room. More specifically, he's speaking to Sherlock. "Tell them your darkest secret, and I'll let them live." Sherlock is grabbing his head in that panicked way he does a la TGG/Reichenbach because he wants to find a way out of this that doesn't involve any of them actually giving in to this creep, but there isn't another way. They have to play, so he does. "I love you." Some other nagging thoughts: The gun seems to be being passed back and forth under the direction of a large, unknown man. Perhaps whomever is holding the gun has to answer Smith's question or do whatever he tells them. Some sick version of truth or dare, maybe? I'm not sure exactly how the gun would come into play, though. I'm sure it's pretty effed up, whatever it is. Also, I think Sherlock is staring into a two way mirror, knowing Smith is on the other side taunting him. Okay, that's enough of me for now. What do you guys think? I'd love to hear your thoughts. Sorry I have no visuals to make this a bit clearer.

you know what? i actually appreciate that from damn near the moment that httyd: thw starts you can tell something is fucking wrong.

do you ever just get really bored of everything and you have things you need and want to do but none of them can hold your interest for long enough for you to care about them and the things you loved yesterday are just mediocre to you today like why does that happen

A happy and a...sad clown??? They really more emotionless than anything. And they’re jesters...not clowns, but they are still clowns.

 You know what I mean, right? When people have a jester character and they call them a clown. It’s just something I’ve noticed, though not that it matters, I’ve myself call Jevil a clown sometimes.

 And I imagine he calls himself that from time to time, especially when talking with Lancer.

morgen | thiel/boerne

»Du hast mir ein Morgen gegeben. Weißt du das eigentlich?« 

Boerne erleidet einen schweren Autounfall und Thiel bereut, manches nicht früher ausgesprochen zu haben. 

Dieses Video ist eine Art Fix-It zu „Limbus“, kann aber auch gut unabhängig von der Folge geschaut werden. In HD und mit Kopfhörern schauen für das beste Seherlebnis. :) 

Weder Musik- noch Bildrechte liegen bei mir. Hier kommt ihr zum offiziellen YouTube-Kanal vom Tatort, das Lied nennt sich „Elevator Song (feat. Ren Ford)“ und ist von Keaton Henson. Das Gedicht „morgen“ stammt von mir und wurde freundlicherweise eingelesen von Laurens Gujber. Vielen lieben Dank! <3

when you and your squad defeats Veronica

Parfois, part 1 of 4

these are all the same sort of animal. do you understand.

these are all small skittish creatures that love to bite and are found in drawers of garages and classrooms. they’re all related and in the same small biter family. weird little kids who play with them while they’re distracted and have empathy for them can tame them and become these beasts companions

The warmth of his hands on hers was a welcomed, and scarily, wanted sensation. Something about his touch, his fingertips on her skin, the gentle touch of his hands made her feel better. Feel cared for. Feel safe. A small smile came to her face as she watched his hands play with hers, knowing now so much about him that it was something he needed, while she listened to him. "Hmm." Was all she could seem to say as she thought about Annie and remembered their day at the center. How quick the girl and she had bonded over books and mysteries. At the time she hadn't thought much of it but hearing this now made her feel special in a way. Knowing how hard it was to trust people herself, now she knew how much it meant that Annie had liked her.

"I only say that she likes me because I feed her. Besides that I'm pretty sure she's attached to you and looking for you. She probably misses you." Maybe she was projecting now. While it had only been a few days, it had felt like a year. She had not realized just how much she had missed him until he had shown up at the office just moments ago. The thought of Dolly made her smile, the cute little wag of her tail made her miss her even more now. Just glad now that she'd be able to see her soon, and that Wally was here. She sighed contently as he spoke and ran his fingers through her hair. What he said was something she could agree with, this felt more like a dream she had once rather than reality. Her arm wrapped around his waist a little bit tighter, knowing all too well what he meant. "Not modest, just honest. They did most of the work. I just gave them the tools."

Thinking about Antares, she was about to say that she wouldn't know, not ever having any pets or knowing much about cats to begin with, when he said we. Are we ready for kittens? The manner in which he just so casually made them a unit. Them in this situation. Something about it, just made her feel good. Hazel eyes looked up at his emeralds, searching for something, but didn't know what. This all being new territory to her. Pursing her lips, she gave a tiny shrug of her shoulder. "I kind of just want her to be okay. I think anything else that comes is just something to face as it happens."

The healing wound on her side began to bother her and she gave a soft grunt as she sat up and repositioned herself so she sat side by side with him instead as she listened to him. It wasn't lost to her how in the entire time that she had known him, he never talked about his father. It was none of her business she had deduced long ago, he had never pushed to know more about her than she was willing to share, and she would do the same. Never asked about anything he didn't willingly openly share. The thought of Wally as a child feeding strays was a nice one, not farfetched at all from what she knew of the man now. He had in his own way, taken her in as well. A stray in the world not knowing where she wanted to go or be until now.

And there it was again. Ours. How he just so easily was able to include her like that. Like she hadn't iced him out for a week to figure her shit out. "Ah, so you had practice." A small giggle in her voice, teasing. Thinking about how kind Dolly was, not cut out for the k-9 careers, made her think about him. How he led with his heart in almost every way , his job included. Even at the expense of himself. "Just like you." She said softly, taking his hand into hers, fingers tracing over his palm and wrist. "You're both so kind. Befriending a thief." Chuckling to herself before giving him his hand back.

With a sigh, she looked at him. Unsure about all of this. About them. She knew how she felt about him, but she didn't know how this worked. Not when it came to real life, not when it came to her. Still unsure why he would love her back. "Wally, where do we go from here?" The words were soft and unsure, not because she doubted either of them, but because she didn't know, not ever having a real relationship before. Letting him take the lead on his, she would follow, she put her trust in him.

"When you hear that she likes you it's because she pretty much dislikes everyone else." He teased but got serious. "You kind of gave her mom a fright because she'd never gotten attached to someone like she did you." He continued to play with her hands finding comfort in doing so when his mind rattled off thoughts. Another little tick that made him who he was. He never could sit still and this showcased it. When his body couldn't really move, his hands did it for him.

He pretended to think about it and couldn't help but smile. "You think so? Maybe we should try it and see what happens when she shows indifference with me too? Will you believe me that she likes you better? For the record Dolly could never be mad at you. She's got too much love for you. You've basically been here since she was a puppy."

He continued threading his fingers through her hair, paying special attention to the soft tendrils that weaved between his fingers. "Mhmm." Wally chuckled. "Sure. What's funny to me is you. I'm just thinking back and I honestly can't believe we're here. Actually can't believe I'm here." There were times when he knew he shouldn't be. He had one too many close calls and one that had nearly taken him out completely. "Threading my fingers through your hair. Being here with you just doing nothing but basking in the stillness." A sigh escaped him. "You're too modest for your own good you know that?"

His smile widened since that much was clear, she did care. "Safe to say I think that she's grown attached to you too. Wouldn't come back if you didn't matter to her. So, what do we do if she is expecting? Are we ready for kittens?" His finger trailed over her cheekbones as he stared down at her.

"Not really. My aunt was allergic to animal fur. But, I guess in a way I did. There was an alleyway close to the house that I'd always sit in after school." The memory washed over him as he saw it pulled to the front of his mind. "School got out at two but I'd sit there for three hours just waiting until it was safe to go back home. This was before we lived with my aunt Laura. I was still at home with mom and — uh my parents. He'd leave for the night after four so I took my time. I actually befriended a cat, same color as ours now. That cat scratched my wrist once because I hadn't given him the can of food quick enough. Then a month later there were dogs just waiting in that same spot. Asking for more cans of food had people give me weird looks but I just continued feeding them. When I moved I asked mom to take them to a shelter. I didn't want them to go hungry or die because I wasn't there anymore. Last I heard they had a good life. All thirteen of them." He chuckled softly and shook his head. "No, Dolly isn't my first. She's my second. Technically. I lived with lu before she married janny so I lived with their dogs that's what made me feel confident in taking care of one of my own. Dolly failing her training at the K 9 unit was sort of a blessing. She was too kind to be in it."

50 seconds of adorable Paulchard action in Gelsenkirchen (favorite video in my camera roll)

we’re the lucky clovers!