I Love This Little Shot Because It Reveals So Much. Everyone's Left, Even Buck's Date. The Party Is A

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Igual me tienen aca una genz que no sabe como usar tumblr 🥴

Character study of the people’s princess, Eddie Diaz. Pick your favourite.

Dorks being Dorks

More to come for this once I can get my hand back on the draft :)

Remember when Gwen kissed Merlin when she thought he died? What if it was Arthur in his stead and Merlin is in Gwen's?

Merlin: [ kisses Arthur but pulls away quickly ] I'm sorry! I thought you were dead.

Arthur: [ stares for a second before lying down and closing his eyes again ] (+_+)

Merlin: ...What the hell are you doing?

Arthur: [ puckers up his lips with his eyes still closed ] Oh no, I'm dead. I will need another— no, wait. I demand many kisses.

Merlin: You prat, this is serious!

Arthur: Just shut up and kiss me again.

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buck + kids

requested by anonymous

“Father figure” was the last of Batman’s essential elements to manifest, and it is the first aspect to be jettisoned by writers, filmmakers, and television showrunners whenever they wish to tell Batman’s tale anew. In a bid to keep the storytelling simple, they strip him of his familial context and take him back to the dark, brooding loner of this very first year.

But Robin always comes back, eventually, in some form, because he must: Robin is half the story.

Despite what many fans believe so fervently, the Batman of that very first year isn’t truly Batman—not yet. Robin serves to define and delineate Batman, as do Batgirl, Nightwing, Huntress, and the others. Batman’s status as the ultimate mentor is a base principle, inasmuch as it speaks directly to who he is: he saves others because, on one terrible night long ago, there was no one to save him.

The Caped Crusade: Batman and the Rise of Nerd Culture by Glen Weldon

i dont understand why people are upset that there are changes in the show. you are letting nostalgia clog your view, changes are made for a number of reasons; sometimes book physics are different then real life physics, sometimes its to give previous fans something to speculate about. i love when good changes are made!! the characters are in character and the story is similar enough to the original that it feels actually like a percy jackson adaptation! if it was directly point for point adapted from the book it would be a) boring and b) hard! its a first person pov book, thats hard to pull of in a tv show!! im sorry you were expecting a line for line direct translation and got disappointed but you did that to yourself. adaptations are rarely that, no matter what its being adapted to

Chimney and Hen have always been together, like my first mate. Buck is very much like my son. Eddie is a little bit of a reflection of Bobby, in some ways.

- Peter Krause

AND NO BUCKLEY PARENTS AT THE WEDDING

chimney in his wedding suit.

maddie in her dress.

jee in a matching dress to her mama.

buck walking maddie down the aisle.

hen standing up there as best woman.

karen telling chimney how proud she is.

maddie and chimney’s first dance as mr & mrs han

the lees hugging chimney and telling him how his mother would be so proud

athena reminding maddie of how far she has come

bobby and chimney staring at their beautiful wives

dispatch besties celebrating with maddie

everyone doing a toast to the happy couple

eddie and chimney sharing a moment

madney having the best wedding night with their baby girl

Aziraphale’s phone rings.  He answers, expecting it to be Crowley.  But to his surprise, it’s a demon he’s never met.

“I’m Crowley’s replacement,” the demon says.  “He’s not done anything impressive lately, and Downstairs doesn’t like how ineffective he is at keeping you in line.  So now he’s shuffling paperwork and scooping up hellhound shit while I do his job for him.”

“Ah… I see,”  Aziraphale says icily.  “Well, I most assuredly do not look forward to working with you.”

The demon laughs.  “Feeling’s mutual.”

Twenty-four hours later, the demon is very surprised to find himself discorporated in his sleep.  He can’t explain what happened, he has absolutely no idea.

“Don’t let it happen again,” Beelzebub says, annoyed, and sends the demon back up.

After a mere three days, the demon ends up discorporated again.

A new replacement is sent up.  This one lasts for a week and a day.

A third replacement is sent up.  This one lasts for exactly four hours.

Three demons are sent up next time.  Two manage to stay alive for at least five months.  In that time, they botch four very important temptations, and the citizens of London inexplicably find their daily lives much improved in thousands of little ways.  Traffic and pollution are nonexistent, injury and illness are miraculously avoided.  Church attendance is up five hundred percent, and every politician and CEO is struck by the urge to donate as much money as possible to charity.  There’s a general feeling of contentedness and goodwill in the air that wasn’t there before.  It feels downright heavenly.

Suddenly, Beelzebub is having a very hard time finding anyone to take Crowley’s post.  Bribes and threats make no difference.  The rumors have spread and only grown more disturbing in the telling.  Not one demon is willing to go up there and face the cold, calculated, merciless wrath of the angel known as Aziraphale.

Crowley absolutely loses it when someone gets around to telling him.  “Y’know, I could’ve warned you,” he says gleefully.  “Been working with him for thousands of years.  I know exactly how much of a bastard he can be.”

After running the numbers and seeing how many souls they’ve lost to Heaven in the past year, Beelzebub gives up and concludes that trying to replace Crowley is a massive waste of resources Hell can’t afford.

After one year, Aziraphale receives another phone call.  He answers, with bated breath, and nearly shouts for joy when he hears a familiar voice.

“Hi, angel.  Lunch on me?”