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day 11: Transmogrify

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My first time participating in something like this. Quite proud of how it turned out

A Bug’s Life, 1998

Me🫱🫲my earbuds

𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟

this is the funniest thing I’ve read in my LIFE

a note to the foundation:

hello, this is a keter anomaly. stop trying to contain me its making me sad

Beetlejuice in the first movie: I want to get back to the land of the living to terrorize humanity in any way that I can, this weird goth girl is just a means to an end

Beetlejuice in the sequel, who keeps a framed picture of Lydia on his desk: It has been thirty years since I've seen my wife Lydia Deetz, the love of my life, my one and only, my other half, the only woman I’ve ever truly loved, my—

Ford Imagine

Pairings: Stanford Pines x Reader Warnings: none! fluffy fluff!! Word Count: 335

Ford has been buried in research for days, barely taking a moment to rest. You’ve noticed the strain in his eyes and the weariness in his posture, so you decide it’s time to take care of him for a change.

One morning, while he’s still lost in his work, you quietly slip into the kitchen and start cooking up his favorite breakfast. You make sure to include all the little things he loves—crispy bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, and a perfectly (okay, slightly burnt) brewed cup of coffee.

Once everything is ready, you carry the tray up to his study. Gently knocking on the door, you peek inside and see him hunched over his desk, deep in thought. His face lights up with surprise when he sees you standing there, holding a tray of food.

“Thought you could use a break,” you say with a smile, setting the tray down in front of him.

Ford looks at the meal, then back at you, his expression softening as he realizes how much effort you’ve put into this. “You didn’t have to do this,” he says, his voice touched with genuine appreciation.

“I wanted to,” you reply, pulling up a chair beside him. “You’ve been working so hard. It’s time someone took care of you for a change.”

As he takes a bite, you can see the tension slowly melt away from his shoulders. He leans back in his chair, finally allowing himself to relax, and gives you a grateful smile. “This is exactly what I needed,” he admits, reaching out to take your hand, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. “Thank you.”

You spend the rest of the morning together, the stress of his work fading into the background as you chat, (kiss), laugh, and enjoy each other’s company.

By the time he’s finished eating, Ford looks at you with a warmth that makes your heart swell. “You always know how to make everything better,” he says softly, pulling you into a gentle embrace. (I JUST WANNA BE HIS LIL HOUSEWIFE IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR??)

The ancient texts!!!!!

No shit tho i found this when i was still too young to have a tumblr and was looking at reposted posts on Pinterest XD

I’m about to have a fun afternoon.

So my trainer’s bf cheated on her. She broke up with him. He’s holding her stuff hostage until she agrees to talk with him. Which she refuses.

She trains; for free mind you; three college linebackers, a college wrestler, two martial artists, a body builder, and… wait for it…. a Navy seal. We’re gonna go get her shit for her.

This should make for an interesting story.

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

Silco, the Industrialist