Category: crosspostr

broadwaytheanimatedseries:

All the best hero – villain dynamics just lead right back to these two

candace-gertrude-flynn:

dangerous-doodle:

villain, tearing up again: no one has ever told me I’m good at anything!

hero: where are your parents I just want to talk

official-lucifers-child:

hero: i mean… you did good at being bad!

villain: oh… thank you?

hero: *awkwardness intensifies* no problem…

crack–attack:

villain: I did BAD?!?!

dreamterlude:

hero: hey man its okay that was good you uh you did good back there

villain: i did good??

hero: i mean- bad!! you did bad!!

generalgrievousdatingsim:

hero: IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO???

villain: *choking back tears* uh, yeah, i’m actually trying really hard here man

hero: *now looking uncomfortable* oh

a-room-of-my-own:

lothlenan:

“Dear, sweet Littlefoot… I’ll be with you, even if you can’t see me”

“What do you you mean I can’t see you? I can always see you.”

“Littlefoot, let your heart guide you. It whispers…so listen closely.”

Mother? Mother??

How dare you

scenesandscreens:

Knives Out (2019)

Director – Rian Johnson, Cinematography – Steve Yedlin

“This is a twisted web, and we are not finished untangling it, not yet.”

deadbonessinderhellaton:

writing-prompt-s:

As you die, you wake up in a fiery place. You quickly realize you’re in hell. You ask the next demon why you are there, as you lived a very good life. “You’re not being punished”, he says. “You are the punishment.”

You honk in joy. It’s a lovely morning in Hell, and you are a horrible goose.

fieldbears:

c-is-for-circinate:

Me leaving kudos on AO3 fics somebody wrote in 2014 in fandoms they clearly haven’t belonged to in years:

Oh man I was super late to this party but I’m really glad this story was here for me to run into when I got here.  I hope this author realizes they haven’t been forgotten!  This was good, I’ll give it a little heart.

Me getting email notifs of kudos on AO3 fics I wrote in 2014 in fandoms I haven’t belonged to in years:  

Ah yes, the life of an aging starlet, living in moderately faded luxury on the thin daily trickle of residuals from my not-quite-forgotten art, a shade of my glory days.  Perhaps this shall be the year I find myself a new role and remind the world just what Norma Desmond can do.  Where is my writing desk and my fainting couch?

[x] I’m in this picture and I’m incandescently furious about it