Here is a moodboard I made for @hysteriium (formerly known as clownsxclowns), based on her newest fanfiction, Something Bold and Something Blue. It’s about The Joker attending a wedding with the reader, taking place on a beach on the outskirts of Gotham.
Welcome back, love. We’ve all missed your wonderful content.
I LITERALLY CANT EXPRESS HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME! THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS SUPPORTING ME AND FOR BEING THERE AND FOR BEING SO ENCOURAGING ABOUT MY WRITING! YOU’RE ALWAYS SO HONEST AND HAVE THE BEST IDEAS I LOVE YOU
Overwatch is doing his event where you can buy a pink mercy skin and the proceeds go to an actually scored well breast cancer research fund, so I bought it because it’s a cute skin for a good cause and it seem to be handled well.
First match in the new skin, ally Hanzo keeps thanking me over and over and I kinda just assume he’s trying to butter me up to get me to pocket him but half way through the match, this young voice comes on over voice chat and he starts talking about how his mom has breast cancer and how nice all of the pink Mercys make him feel and how he’s going to show her later. I almost flew into the canals of Rialto because I couldn’t see through my tears
does anyone else think about the fact that there’s an old butch woman in (probably) central pa who walked into a diner in the 70s, delivered a package and left, and that woman changed musical theatre history?
I want a high fantasy movie where everyone talks with Southern US accents instead of British ones.
The Dwarves though, they can get Minnesotan accents.
ok but picture this: elves with brooklyn accents
“Hey HEY I’m castin’ here, what’d’you – listen, my pop and I serve the Great Tree goin’ back six hundred fuckin’ years so if you got a problem with our fuckin’ magic you don’t fuckin’ come down here into our fuckin’ grove to gimme shit about it.
“Right? You don’t see me fuckin’ goin’ into your shitty man-stables and tellin’ you how to milk horses, do ya? So instead you come down here, disrespect me, disrespect my pa, and how ‘bout you stop fuckin’ disrespectin’ the Great Fuckin’ Tree that grew whens’t the world was young and carries all our fates ‘n its boughs, okay?
“I said, ‘okay?’
“Okay, now fuck off.”
I just came up from Orzammar, dontcha know, and brought that there jello salad and hotdish. Can you believe the snow we are having this time of year in Ferelden? I hear the roads are just terrible, uff da.
“You fools! This isn’t even my final form!”
“Aw, honey, bless yerheart. Yer tellin’ me that little thing there is yer final form? Why, it ain’t no bigger than that dragon we fought that time in Abracamden! You remember that, Harlan?”
[ID: softly colored digital art of Hunter, Gus, and Willow from the Owl House holding hands in a circle. They’re playing in the rain on earth, standing under a streetlight. Willow leans slightly back, pulling Hunter with her as Gus jumps, presumably to splash the both of them when he lands. Beneath their feet are swirly puddles, bright where the streetlight hits the ground. They’re all laughing brightly. End ID]
