monetss:

This is what I woke up to

(Source: arteprae, via recovery-scrapbook)

(Source: cottoncandy-stickers, via angsty-lesbian-hamlet)

nunyabizni:

Help the baby!!!!!!

(via gogh-save-the-bees)

neopetpolitician:

plasmalogical:

snorlaxatives:

holy shit apparently during the filming of the 2002 spiderman movie james franco joked that tobey maguire had “frog-like features” which genuinely upset him and resulted in a rivalry between the two that still exists today i’m fucking screaming 

i hope tobey maguire beats the fucking shit out of james franco with no repercussions

The frog in tom holland’s mouth is actually tobey maguire

(via hope-ysl)

septicplier:

snapback + multi pastel-colored hoodie = new iconic look™

(via lum1natrix)

uglynetwork:

some of yall have never sat through all 10 minutes of boop superjuice and it shows

(via lum1natrix)

makorietv:

daylight

(via therealjacksepticeye)

fungalmutual:

tag yourself (im strawberry bi)

(Source: mugwortlesbian, via lesbophobesung)

puddlecomic:

if you’ve been trained to to dislike yourself for enjoying anything due to years of being told you’re annoying clap your hands 👏👏👏

if I listed out every particular instance that was met with negativity enough for me to stop feeling comfortable talking about it, this comic would be like 50 panels.

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(Source: puddlecomic)

sufferinglesbian:

how gays talk

gay 1: ❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖💕💞💞💞

gay 2: 💞💕💖❤️❤️💖💖💞💞💕❤️❤️💖💕

(via doodle-egg-noodle)

dumbasticart:

I need this sweater, it looks so cute and comfy! (and of course I put JBM in it, cuz he is the cool posing man)

@therealjacksepticeye

Hopya like et!

(via glixbitch)

web-s:

sindri42:

feistiest:

feistiest:

feistiest:

yo treasure planet was literally the best 2d disney film ever made like the setting? the colors? the flawless transition? the gorgeous world building? the three dimensional characters? a main character who’s never pressured to get into anything remotely close to romance? complex relationships? an antagonist who has layers to his character? the soundtrack? i could go the FUCK on,

PLUS THIS SCENE?

AND THIS????

We’re all just suckers for lonely heroes accidentally acquiring a dad.

the reason why this movie is so underrated is that disney released it almost side by side with the harry potter movie.

treasure planet was a very, very expensive movie that used novel cgi mixed with 2d drawing, took a lot of work and money to create, the script itself was amazing to work with, the characters had arcs and depths, and the story as a whole was compelling and never off.

i don’t think anyone ever figured out why disney wanted it to flop, but the date of release was strictly suicidal for a movie. that’s why it never got the attention it deserved.

(via infinitenoodledragon)

murder-schmurder:

aether-mae:

A plotless concept

It wasn’t so much that Anti couldn’t stand it anymore, it was just that he didn’t really feel up for it today. He lay on his back on old faded and torn couch, just staring at the ceiling. One hand was absently picking at the strands of a long scratch he had left in the side of the couch a while ago, while the other was held above his face so he could inspect today’s damage.

Dark smokey tendrils laced up from the crook of his arm over his hands where they ended in long pointed claws. As he let himself relax a little a violent glitch overcame him and his hand became clear of markings, but tinged green. He pushed this hand through his hair and took another moment to breathe. Static pulsed between his ears and incessant voices scattered through his clouded head. He clenched his eyes shut, not looking forward to seeing which colour they became next. Last he checked one was black with a green pupil and the other was an empty white.

Anti felt a giggle pry its way out of his mouth and his head snapped to the side, but as soon as it subsided his face fell back to neutral and he just lay there. He was tired. He felt around his mouth and found a pair of fangs. Then he found the cut on his neck was gone. No wait, it’s back. No wait…yeah it’s back.

He was tired to put it lightly.

He’s been annoyed, he’s been upset, depressed, anxious, hysterical and angry. So damn angry. But now, he’s just tired.

And kind of lonely. Maybe even bored. When your trapped under what is essentially house arrest while your form is shifted momentarily based on what a community of over 20 million people think it would be cool for you to look like, it gets…difficult.

With enough effort on his behalf Anti usually managed to maintain a single, default appearance. But on days like these, there seems no point. He’s been caged.

It was a long awaited decision. His outbursts of anger and violent distress had worn down on the other egos until they couldn’t stand it anymore. Not only did they fear for their safety but it hurt them to keep their brother around when there was nothing they could do for him. They understood him, really they did, as much as they understood their own personalities.

Chase couldn’t see his kids because Stacey refused to even tell him what his kids looked like. She feared his effect may change them. Jackie’s suit changed every day with each new fan art, which he liked, but so did his powers, which he didn’t. Canon became both a blessing and a curse because it solidified one aspect of their ever changing lives. Like how one day they find out JJ’s name is confirmed, but also that he’s now mute forever.

But for Anti, its assault on all fronts. An ego that ambiguous has every feature shifted by the hour. More if he’s not actively trying to stop it.

Chase suggested they exile him, but Jackie had put up a fight. He demanded that they keep Anti in the confines of the cabin to make sure he wasn’t out hurting anyone. He spent most of his days in his room anyway, and they needed to keep an eye on him so he wouldn’t escape and cause a scene. 

Shneep had whispered forcefully to the other egos, “He can escape anytime he wants, from any location! It will be our job to make him forget this and keep him under control.”

The cabin was the safest place to keep him, because public appearances would get Anti more attention. More attention meant more power, more instability and more insanity.

Well, this is what they told him at least.

Stay inside. Keep calm. Relax. Were going to fix this. We can fix you.

But as the static tore through Anti’s brain, rewriting his code for the thousandth time, he knew he had reached a dead end. Theres a limit to how much of this torture anyone could take, and he was far beyond that point. So he broke a very important rule. 

Anti left.

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Tagging @murder-schmurder @huffle-dork

Link to My noob fic just because

This is so cool!!! I’ve had thoughts about a concept similar to this, but you blew it way out of the ballpark holy shit. Love love love this take on Anti, not even sure who he himself is. The little bit about Chase is delightfully angsty, too… and that plot hook! Please tell me you’ll be writing more? this was STUNNING.

aether-mae:

Part 4 here

Jameson bolted upright from his bed, arms flailing out to either side as he steadied himself against the vertigo that spun his vision. He leaned a hand on the wall by his bed and breathed deeply, concentrating on receding the sepia aura that spread across his room at the point of his arrival. Pulling his legs forward to a cross-legged position, he gave himself a quick pat down to confirm himself to indeed be in his sleepwear, a faded blue button up nightshirt and shorts, a keen confirmation that he appears to have transported himself back to the night before the incident he walked in on that morning occurred.

Tapping thoughtfully at his moustache, Jamie supposed that the solution to removing his brothers from their imprisonment in the snowglobe he gifted his brother -without harming the delightful trinket- was to prevent the whole incident from occurring in the first place. Easy as that!

Jameson patted the blanket the sat beneath and wondered what time this incident had occurred, and whether it was more convenient to wait up all night anticipating whatever caused this magic snowglobe to attack them or to grab the little object before any such harm even occurs. Throwing off the blankets and setting bare feet on the ground, Jamie decided on the latter. He silently unfastened the brass lock on his door and tiptoed into the hallway.

Marvin’s bedroom was one of the last doors of the cabins hallway, opposite Schneeps room, further than it should be from the living room. He claimed he needs quiet for his practice. Jameson stopped outside the door to the room, taking in the intricate runes drawn on in sharpie. When he carefully opened the door, the dapper man was relieved to discover he could enter just fine. What he didn’t expect to discover was Marvin sitting upright on his bed- no, hunched over, with his arms drawn to his chest. He had his eyes squeezed shut and he looked…in pain.

Jameson couldn’t sign in the dark but he nocked lightly on the door as he entered.

The magicians head bolted up at the sound and Jamie was met for a second with bright, glowing purple irises before Marvin turned away, scurrying off the bed and pushing his palms into his eyes.

“Ja- Jamie!”, he gasped. “What’r you doing here, n’ the middle of the night?”

Glowing veins of purple were snaked across Marvin’s arms and Jameson was aghast. Immediately he was striding forward to help his brother, pulling his wrists from his eyes. Those violet eyes were frightened and strained. It was too much. The magic was too strong. It was hurting him. Jamie please, it hurts.

Marvin needed his wand, something to take away all this energy, but it was across the room on his desk. Jameson could see the pleading gaze and moved to get Marvin whatever he needed, but as his hands drew away burning hands clamped onto Jamie’s own wrists. An empty vessel. Quickly the bright veins crawled up Jamie’s arms towards his eyes but it was too much, too fast. With a cry, the energy Marvin had building inside released in a wave of blinding light and magic.

Jameson bolted upright from his bed, arms flailing out to either side as he steadied himself against vertigo. He leaned a hand on the wall by his bed and took great shuddering breaths, blinking away the darkness that engulfed the stars in his vision, dissipating a bright silhouette in his memory. He was dazed and drenched with sweat, like from a bad dream, or a jolt in time.

Hugging the sheets close to him, Jamie tried to recall any features of his dream, but when he found himself twitching and shuddering he knew it wasn’t just a dream. But it wasn’t just time residue either. Something was dreadfully wrong, and it wracked him to the core.

He flung his legs over his bed and shuffled to the door, finding himself leaning into the handle as it opened. His feet made the journey for him, one hand steadying himself on the wall until it settled on the handle to Marvin’s room again. A grated laugh behind him send his heart to his throat. He spun on his heel to meet his masters steel, pitch black gaze.

“What do you think your doing pu̞̠̤̳̬͡p͚̤̰̪͔p͏̟e̥̫ț̨?” Anti remarked, leaning against the opposite wall. “Your disturbing my little ex̧̪̙p̰̲̪͟e͉̠r̦͎̤͞i͍̦͔̠͈͠ͅm̘e̵̪̰̬̣̱̩̠n͇͈̟̙̹ͅt̲͈͉͖̲͇.”

Jameson ripped his eyes away from the glitch as his breathing picked up to a panic. The technicolor contortions and pixels radiated from the demon on the edge of his vision, but avoiding his gaze was the only thing keeping Jamie together. Static invaded his ears even when he brought his hands up to block it out. He slid down the wall, shaking his head violently and letting out a silent whimper.

Anti just tutted at this display of utter weakness. He slowly approached Jameson’s huddled form. He was trembling in his place, kneed curled close to his chest and eyes wrenched shut. The glitch ran an icey hand through the puppets teal hair, earning a flinch from the dapper man.

“Look at me Jameson. You’ve disobeyed me for the last time. You were a good puppet and you can be again. Just look up and th̯̝ịs͈ w̛̪ìl̬̘̭l͈̪̲̀ a͈̜͇͇͙̹̩l͍̠̣̻̹͚̺l̡͇̬ b̡̮̥̯̜̦e̟̠͕͈͖̺͙ o̸̼͕̗͈̠vè͇̪r̩ s̯͚̳̻̰̲̕o̮̥̝̫̘̥o̡̪̭͎̪̗̘n̬̩̻͡.” \

All Jamie could hear was static, static and that horrifically distorted voice that echoed over and over in his head. Suddenly he felt a tight grip of his shoulders and he gasped, trying to wrench his shoulders away and scramble back, bringing both arms over his eyes. In that moment, however, the static faded and a familiar voice settled through the noise.

“Jamie! Jamie are you ok? Please JJ, look at me.”

He felt hands over his shaking arms, but they weren’t ice cold, they had turned warmer, softer. When he dropped his arms, a hand moved to his cheek and he heard Chase say, “It’s ok, your alright. You were having a nightmare. Please look at me.”

When Jamie slowly opened his eyes he was met with the gentle but concerned blue eyes of Chase, kneeling opposite him in the dark hallway. Jamie lifted shaken hands to sign that he was ok, but Chase pulled him into a hug instead. 

“JJ, i don’t know what happened but its ok now.” He mumbled over his shoulder. When he let go he offered to help his brother back to his bedroom. Jameson took Chases outstretched hand and was hoisted up.

When he glanced back around the hallway, Jamie’s hands flew up to sign that he’s worried about Marvin and that he thinks Chase should check on him. As he gestured to the closed door Chases gentle smile shifted into a frown.

“I think we should let Marv s̸l̕e͞ep, don’t ya?”

Jameson looked uneasily between Chase and the door before nodding furiously. He moved to start following Chase down the hallway but as the glitch’s back was turned he launched himself at Schneep’s door and banged his fists against it with all his might.

With a silent yelp of pain, Jamie’s hands were pulled violently behind him by two glowing blue strings. C̢h̶á̢̨s̸͘e͝͝’҉s̶̷ form flickered as he reeled Jameson in by the wrists, who was fighting desperately against his bonds and wishing his screams could be heard.

Dr Shneeplestein threw open the door to the hallway, eyes wide and bleary with sleep. When he was met with nothing but darkness and closed doors, he tried to settle his thumping heart by reassuring himself it was just a dream. It was just a dream, and he was at home now, safe from…he was safe.

Chase tucked Jamie into bed that night, ruffling his hair and reassuring him that he best behave, or he might start dosing him too, just like his big bro.

aether-mae:

Part 3 here

Marvin sat Jameson on one side of the dining table, and himself on the other.  Jackie sat at the head of the table in between them with the snowglobe sitting in a cloth soaked in boiling water in front of them. Looking closely through the curved distorted glass, he watched as Schneep cradled Chase up against the warm wall of the glass prison. The boiling water was enough to clear the frost from the dome wall and melt a little of the snow pile around it, which Shneep used as an opportunity to calm Chases wracking shivers and tend to his injuries. Jackie never took his eyes away from his brothers.

Marvin looked to Jamie who was glancing between the snowglobe and Jackie with concern. He snapped his fingers twice to get the dapper mans attention.

“Ok Jamie, its simple, I can’t touch the snowglobe because I made it and it reacts…negatively to my magic. But your magic is different, you can travel through space and time, so all I’m asking is for you to teleport inside the trinket and grab them and get out. Ok?”

Jamie began to sign a protest, reminding Marvin that the last time he used his powers to that degree it was because the glitch was controlling him. He flinched as he recalled the demon hijacking his body, chaotic energy seizing his limbs and flickering his sepia tones, a distorted grin painted on this face. “I don’t think I can do it,” he signed, “I don’t have that power.” Jamie dropped his hands and drew back.

Jackie looked up at him desperately, “Jamie this is nothing like last time, An- the glitch isn’t even here. We’re safe.”

Marvin nodded in agreement, “JJ, we don’t have much time, this is for your brothers. And besides,” he said, placing his unbandaged hand on the table, palm up, “that’s where I come in. If it’s your magic in use, then I’m sure it won’t matter where the energy comes from.”

Behind Jamie’s eyes the scene played out again, Marvin’s pleading eyes turned to Anti’s solid black ones, the outstretched hand became a tight grip around his wrist, blood visible under the demons razor sharp fingernails.

When Marvin spoke, his voice was layered in static, “T̛̘͙̮̰͔̒͛̇̇͢å̤̳̰̜͚̑̑̈͂̑͛͝k̡̢̞͉̬͇̱̑͆̈͆̒͢͡ę̷̦̬̺͙͎̼̊̉͆̽͐̔̿͆̓͠ ṁ̶̨̢͈̠͓̼̠̂̆̀̓y͍̻͚͇̥̯͚̞̘͒͋̅̎͐͌̍ h̛͇̹̰̱̠̦̬̼̄̐͊̆̑̊͘͟͠ă̡̨͔̲̤̍̀̃̓̃̃n̨̧͖͇̻̪͔̉̄̋̐̕͘͢͠d̲̝̻͍͉̄̀͐̿͐ͅ J͔̻̪̗̭̫͙̓͐̒͗̿̋̃̓̅ͅȃ͇̤̹̹̹̞͔̺̆̍͗́̉̍͆̕͜m̼̠̟̩̜̗̐̀̔̄͘͞i̡̺̲͖͚̒͐̌̔̑̋̓͋̕͜ë̢̧̛̱̣̝̬̳̞̳̾̆͌̇̓͞͝.”

The dapper mans eyes glazed over at the command from his master. He took Marvin’s hand in his own and braced himself for the onslaught of glitches and static. But it never came. When Marvin sent waves of magic energy through Jamie’s hands it felt different. Marvin’s magic was strong like Anti’s, the surge of power jolted through Jamie’s arms and neck, illuminating his irises in an electric blue-green. But it wasn’t painful, or shocking, and he didn’t feel controlled. So when the same commanding voice asked Jamie to retrieve his brothers from the snowglobe, he knew he could refuse.

In response to the building magical energy, Jameson’s body surrounded itself in a light sepia aura which expanded gradually outward, enveloping the table and draining the colour from Marvin and Jackie. His hand flew instinctively to his pocket watch. His eyes were now a gleaming chocolate brown and in a moment of clarity he saw his brothers trapped in the tiny but fierce snowstorm and knew exactly how to help.

Suddenly Marvin’s grip around Jamie’s hand tightened. Despite the sepia saturation bright purple veins of light curled around Marvin’s arms and spread across to Jamie’s. It was instantly familiar. The pure electric energy spread through the young mans body, which convulsed against the onstlaught. He tried to cry out in shock and rip his hands free but the Magicians arms had seized up, his eyes were bunched as his control was ripped from him.

As soon as Jackie registered the change he launched himself forwards, pushing Marvin away from Jamie, severing the connection. Marvin’s eyes flew open and he gasped for breath as if he had been held under water.

Jamie stumbled back from the table, twitching slightly. The sepia aura had reached the edges of the room and the only colour was from the glowing purple veins up his arms and neck. He hissed out air against the burning pain and gripped impossibly tight on to his pocket watch. In his mind he began to panic. This was all too familiar, it had to be Anti. It couldn’t be Anti.

He didn’t want to be controlled again.

When Jackie had Marvin steady on the dining chair the hero tentatively approached Jamie. His hands hovered by the performers side, not sure whether to touch him or not.

“Jamie, bud, can you look at me?”, he ventured.

Jameson’s gaze flicker towards Jackie, but all he saw was the face of the demon that stole him and used him. He had to get out of there, it was all becoming too much. He couldn’t breathe, images of pink, green and blue flashed across his eyes. Almost instinctivly, his thumb spun the hands of the pocket watch and he channeled all the painful burning energy into it, the snowglobe completely forgotten.

In the blink of an eye, Jameson was gone.

x-x

For the moment he was suspended, drifting through the warm sepia time-portal. His feet tripped on nothing and his hands brushed through muffled sound and smooth, wispy texture. He visibly relaxed as the effort of time travel eased the burning veins on his arms to a dull glow. In his quietened mind, now with some time to think, he realised a few things.

He was attacked. Or..Marvin was attacked. Or Marvin attacked him?

He didn’t actually get his brothers out of the snowglobe.

He’s…traveling back in time.

Ah fiddlesticks, this is going to be harder to fix than a pocket watch dropped from a castle turret.

Jamie lifted his legs into a reclined position and drummed his fingers over him mustache in thought. His finger shot into the air in triumph as he devised a solution. He made a note to kick himself later for not having thought of this sooner.

He took a glance to his pocket watch to note where he was at the moment. It was approaching 5 weeks into the past. Jeepers! That’s far too early.

Channeling his dwindling energy, Jameson redirected the time-portal to head a little less into the past.