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who else up hurkleing their durkleing

Help, I was going through pintrest for Puss in Boots from Shrek 2 and the Last Wish, and in the comments of one picture, someone said that Puss in Boots is the definition of Firestar looks wise. Now, all I can think of and hear is Firestar with Antonio Banderas voice!

I did not change any color when I stuck his face onto this book cover

Nino: I FIGURED OUT HOW HAWKMOTH DOES IT! He uses BOLTS!

Gabriel: (literally audibly)

rank the kids from "would destroy the batmobile in less than 10 minutes if left alone" to "Bruce wouldn't notice for 2 weeks if you took it for a joyride"

Canonically can't drive – Cassandra

Can drive but can't operate the controls – Duke

He's 3 feet tall, that's a fender bender waiting to happen – Damian

Promptly returned it because he felt bad – Cullen

She's 13 – Carrie

Failed her driving test so many times the DMV just gave her a license so she'd stop bothering them – Stephanie

Tried to pull a quick one as an only child so as punishment he's no longer an only child – Dick

Could pilot it remotely while borrowing her neighbor's WiFi – Barbara

Made it halfway to Central City before getting a ticket – Harper

Slowly stole the parts and reassembled it somewhere else, waiting for the opportunity to pull up next to Bruce with his second secret Batmobile – Jason

Leaves it where it normally is but gaslights Bruce into thinking it's gone – Tim

Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

the worst thing about writing or any kind of craft is having an idea you're really excited to make a reality but then you sit down and realize how much work it's going to take to get to that point and suddenly you feel like those two little gay guys in the mountain in the lord of the rings

still don’t really understand how some people have trouble just being nice

ladybug accidentally thirst qrts a tweet w pics of chat noir that she meant to PRIVATE quote retweet but she was sloppy and sleep deprived so she deletes it the second alya spam calls her about what the fuck she just did to the internet and then she goes on record to say that she was HACKED -> stay safe out there u guys!! remember ur 2 factor authentification!!! the next day the ladyblog releases a poll asking the people whether they think she was hacked or not. 99.9% no votes (the two yeses were ladybug herself and chat noir after she bullied him during patrol but he made like 20 spam accounts to vote no when he went home)