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Lol 😂
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Damian's TikTok but it's just him saying "real or cake?" before running up to his siblings with a knife
Lmao 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 yes pls
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reblog only if you’ve received less than 1000 boops! we can all get each other to “max”
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Tumblr users, all tuckered out after a long day of boops
Awwwww 🥰 lmao 🤣
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Chat Noir Boop for Tumblr Boop Day
Free use 🥰
WE DID IT AGAIN GUYS
Purple Tigress Boop for Tumblr Boop Day
Free use, Credit appreciated 🥰
Purple tigress paw!!!
yaaaaaaassssss
There is no such thing as a perfect first draft. There are only great revisions.
Don’t get caught up with trying to make your first draft everything you want it to be. Instead, focus on the fundamentals, and then have fun sculpting it into what you imagine.
This! So important to remember! I frequently forget this with writing and art lol
Turn on your boops I want to spam you
🤣 wish granted but be prepared for a counter “attack” 😏💗
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Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen
Just wanted to share a little silly almost cracky (ok it probably cracky) idea I got whole doing the dishes today. Heads up, the song is suggestive but the idea is just clean fun. Feel free to use this idea i dont have anything planned just @me or give credit. Enjoy friends.
Marinette and Adrien finally know they have been partners this whole time. One night a week after the reveal after Adrien just cant take the awkwardness or holding back any more. Chat noir grasps Ladybugs hand and gives her a heartfelt plea to be his girlfriend.
Ladybug is ecstatic and blushing but he was so cheesy and punny during it that she cant help but tease him. Controling her giggles she taps her gloved finger on her chin and with a mischievous twinkle in her eye says, “i dont know that was awfully cheese Kitty…”
Chat knowing her well takes it in stride and with a large grin and mischief of his own says, “Alexa play
Want To Want Me
by Jason Derulo.”
Ladybug is laughing so hard at him trying to using Alexa on a rooftop that she doesnt realize hes singing the song. At least, until he grabs her and twirls her dramatically to “its a hundred degrees!”
At the chorus he has pulled her into a chase around the city rooftops with dancing, singing, and multiple kisses.
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Your daily dose of cat memes
The best quest of all really
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Goddamn. Okay
Did you have a kid in your neighborhood who always hid so good, nobody could find him? We did. After a while we would give up on him and go off, leaving him to rot wherever he was. Sooner or later he would show up, all mad because we didn't keep looking for him. And we would get mad back because he wasn't playing the game the way it was supposed to be played.
There's hiding and there's finding, we'd say. And he'd say it was hide-and-seek, not hide-and-give-UP, and we'd all yell about who made the rules and who cared about who, anyway, and how we wouldn't play with him anymore if he didn't get it straight and who needed him anyhow, and things like that. Hide-and-seek-and-yell. No matter what, though, the next time he would hide too good again. He's probably still hidden somewhere, for all I know.
As I write this, the neighborhood game goes on, and there is a kid under a pile of leaves in the yard just under my window. He has been there a long time now, and everybody else is found and they are about to give up on him over at the base. I considered going out to the base and telling them where he is hiding. And I thought about setting the leaves on fire to drive him out. Finally, I just yelled, "GET FOUND, KID!" out the window. And scared him so bad he probably wet his pants and started crying and ran home to tell his mother. It's real hard to know how to be helpful sometimes.
A man I know found out last year he had terminal cancer. He was a doctor. And knew about dying, and he didn't want to make his family and friends suffer through that with him. So he kept his secret. And died. Everybody said how brave he was to bear his suffering in silence and not tell everybody, and so on and so forth. But privately his family and friends said how angry they were that he didn't need them, didn't trust their strength. And it hurt that he didn't say good-bye.
He hid too well. Getting found would have kept him in the game. Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found. "I don't want anyone to know." "What will people think?" "I don't want to bother anyone."
Better than hide-and-seek, I like the game called Sardines. In Sardines the person who is It goes and hides, and everybody goes looking for him. When you find him, you get in with him and hide there with him. Pretty soon everybody is hiding together, all stacked in a small space like puppies in a pile. And pretty soon somebody giggles and somebody laughs and everybody gets found.
Medieval theologians even described God in hide-and-seek terms, calling him Deus Absconditus. But me, I think old God is a Sardine player. And will be found the same way everybody gets found in Sardines - by the sound of laughter of those heaped together at the end.
"Olly-olly-oxen-free." The kids out in the street are hollering the cry that says "Come on in, wherever you are. It's a new game." And so say I. To all those who have hid too good. Get found, kid! Olly-olly-oxen-free.
— Robert Fulghum, "All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten"
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Writing advice from my uni teachers:
- If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.
- Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.
- Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.
- Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.
This is legit good writing advice, especially the first bullet point! In playwriting class we did a bit where every bit of dialogue had to be an accusatory question and it was glorious.
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when i say that i am obsessed with batman, im talking about his children
Anonymous asked:
I’ve been looking for more stuff with the riddler or scarecrow, maybe even Grundy in the dc x Danny phantom tag
For some reason my brain decided "Scarecrow Fear Toxin = Ghost Weed" and this was the rapid fire result haha Thank you for the prompt!
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“Man I get this is a public place and all, but can you please vape somewhere else? Whatever strain you have in there is starting to give me the munchies.”
Dick, emergency respirator on and otherwise frustratingly unable to do much while in his civies, shared a surprised blink with Scarecrow before they both turned as one to the scrawny looking teen leaning casually against the side of the bus stop. Dark hair, darker circles under bright blue eyes, a faint scowl, worn out clothes, bruises on his arms and a way too thin frame. If the teen made it out of this situation alive - he wasn’t wearing any kind of mask at all, hadn’t even yanked his shirt up over his nose or anything - there was even odds that Bruce was going to end up waving adoption papers by the end of the night.
“What?” Crane hissed from behind his mask, ghoulish visage twisting to turn his full attention on the unimpressed looking teen.
“You’re vape.” The kid sad, waving a hand vaguely at the thick layer of fear toxin laying heavy around them. “Like, whatever model you’re using kicks off a lot and I’m already hungry I don’t need whatever cucumber-watermelon-thc-tastic miracle mix you picked up from the corner store giving me a craving for takis on top of everything else.”
“You’re…I’m sorry are you saying this is giving you the munchies?” Crane asked, body going still, voice rising in bewilderment.
The teenager rolled his eyes. “Obviously.” The boy seemed to just now realize just what the person he was talking to was wearing. “Dude are you trying to hotbox yourself in a burlap sack? What the fuck, no wonder your shit is everywhere.”
Dick sighed behind his respirator. Yeah, he was getting another brother by the end of the night wasn’t he.
Tim: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??!!
Damian: Dick said he wants me to try acting my age
Tim: So you’re having a tea party with your pet cow in the living room?!
Damian: I looked it up. Kids have tea parties. I’m having a tea party.
Tim: Why are you doing this??
Damian: To get a good grade in acting my age, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.
Alfred: Would Master Batcow care for some more finger sandwiches?