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a Damian Wayne moodboard.
I've been collecting screenshots to use as references and this behind the scenes one is my absolute favourite
jon: *looks at the camera like he’s in the office”
rainy days
The problem with having a child with an attorney that has spoken to the child like an adult since birth is that she's 4 years old and she's negotiating the order in which we're going to complete tasks as a family to best suit her idea of an ideal day.
Penny: We go home, we play the mirror game, we have dessert, we play more games, we have fun deal?
Me: Okay well actually we're going to go home, have dinner, then dessert, then we can play your video game, then tubby then bed
Penny: Okay no tubby, games first, deal?
Me: This is not - what is happening right now?
Penny: Dada?
Dada: Arbitration?
Penny: DEALS!
Every single thing in our lives has become a negotiation and it is frankly ridiculous as it is hilarious.
Penny: I want to use bare foot when we go outside
Me: I didn't know we were going outside but you have to wear shoes girl
Penny: okay but what about I use bare foot's but at Penny's house? This deal?
Me: you know what yeah fine if you agree to not fight about shoes when we leave the house you can be barefoot in the back yard, deal.
Penny: -sticks her hand out expectantly- we deal?
I think I just made a verbal contract with a 4 year old.
She's attempting to establish evidence I think
Penny: but I want to go shool pwease
Dada: okay well it is 8pm, so you have to go to sleep now
Penny: okay but I see my fwiends at shool now please, deal?
Dada: Darling no one is at school, all your friends are asleep as well.
Penny: all Penny's fwiends are sweep? What about we... get in Dadas car and check to see watch them sweep, yes deal?
Dada: I cannot begin to explain to you why that can not happen
The great thing about being beholden to Penny the Deals Warlock is that she is also beholden to the art of the deal
Me: (watching Penny scoot her step stool over to where we keep the candy jar): hey honey we're literally walking out the door to go get dinner, maybe we wait on the candy okay?
Penny: Oh but I will have some candy?
Me: Why don't you come have some mac and cheese and then when we get home you can have some candy, deal?
Penny: (running out the door) oh, yes this is deals!
We are visiting my family and Papa has quickly had to pay patronage to Penny the Deals Warlock
Papa: (yesterday morning, when Penny was a little grumpy) What about you come downstairs and we'll have some waffles and then tomorrow Papa will take you to the Diner in town for breakfast?
Penny: (extending her tiny hand to a VERY confused man) this is deal?
Papa: (not knowing hes entering a literal contract) uhm yeah deal.
-smash cut to 6:30 AM this morning-
Penny (running down the hallway in bare feet) 👹BREAKFAST DEALS👹
Penny has a canker sore to end all canker sores, to the point where she hasn't been able to eat so we had to make some deals surrounding getting some medicine on it because a hungry Penny Rose is like a angry demon queen
Me: Okay baby this is going to suck. This is going to hurt real bad for a second and then it's going to feel weird and then it's going to feel good. You're going to hate it. But if you let Mama get these three medicines in and on you [Listerine, Antacid, Tylenol] you can scream it out and then we'll go get some ice cream! Deal?
Penny: (obviously not thrilled with this idea) okay, three big shreams, three medicines, ice cream ... it will suck... ice cream ... deal. (Sticks out hand and we shake on it)
Me: okay let's do this I'm so sorry (starts the process)
Penny: ( In between her big screams ) IM GONNA GET LOTS OF FRINKLES
My husband is trying to make a deal with Penny to get upstairs and get in the bath tub
Penny: I will go upstairs and get my body clean but you hafta titch me, deal?
Dada: I would love to make this deal with you kid but I literally have no idea what you are saying- I don't know what the terms are, you're speaking a language I don't speak
Penny: you have to titch me like mama does okay DEAL!? (Sticks tiny hand out aggressively)
Dada: (looks at me bewildered for help)
Me: ( starts making a quick tick tick tick sound imitating a stop watch like I'm timing her, while penny jumps around yelling YES TITCH ME LIKE THAT)
Dada: In what world was I ever going to figure that out, thank you for acting as our legal interpreter yes deal let's go!
and off she sprints.
Penny does not want to go to bed, but man is it time for her to go to bed
Penny: But I don't want to be sleeping, I want to stay up now! I want to see Grampy and Cozy and Guppie and Papa!
Mama: What if we video call all the grands and say good night to everyone? If we do that will you then go to bed no fussing?
Penny: Oh yes, this is deals! -sticks her hand out to shake-
** we make the rounds and video call all her grandparents, they are all already in bed and say good night and penny hangs up the last video call and toddles into bed with minimal fussing **
Penny : (after a few minutes of silence, over the video monitor, to herself in her dark bedroom) I hafta respect da deals.
Every morning Penny wakes up, and she asks if we have decorated her house with "Halloween every where" and every morning I have had to tell her not yet baby but soon. This last morning Penny had to go to pre k a little earlier then she is used to cause Daddy had court and I had a dentist appointment, which made her a little bummed out... or so I thought
Me: Hey baby do you want to make a deal about school?
Penny: (immediately sticks out her hand, literally no hesitation, her entire demeanor changing in an instant) yes let's deals, I will be big and brave and go to school no fussing, and you will put Halloween every where all over my house, okay this is deals Mama??
I think I just got hustled by a 4 year old...
A tangentially related update :
Penny: (is doing some strange interpretive dance to let us know she's not a fan of the cup we've chosen to put her juice in, mind you this is the only clean cup at this moment. She is hopping up and down, and swinging her arm like an elephant trunk, she is pirouetting, her hands are on her hips. Shes is completely silent)
Husband: (exasperated) okay but DID you make a deal with SOMETHING while you were pregnant ? It's the only explanation I can come up with.
sometimes people will ask me if penny is still making deals and here is an update for you to let you know:
Husband: okay, you can not leave your room until someone comes and gets you okay? You're getting up way too early and we're guests in Papa and Guppies house so you stay and play in your room and someone will come get you when you can come out of your room tomorrow morning, deal?
Penny: (hand extended, plotting) deal
-smash cut to the next morning, penny is NOT in her room at the allotted 7:30 AM retrieve Penny Rose Time, we find her in bed cuddled up with my mom and dad watching a movie-
Penny: (hands out in a "calm down" gesture) LISTEN LISTEN I DIDNT LEAVE! I DIDNT- I didn't break da deals! I just knocked on the door until Papa came and got me.
Papa: (laughing hysterically) WELL DONT SNITCH!
Penny: I DIDNT DO NOTHING I KEPT MY DEALS! YOU JUS SAID SOMEONE HAD TO COME GET ME! PAPA COME GET ME!
(so we have to be insanely detailed in our deals because she did knock on her bed room door and yell PAPA! PAPA! PAPA! At 4:30 in the morning until my dad came and got her and you know what that's on us 🤣)
Yes she's still at it folks
Penny: can we watch a Pokémon?
Me: I'll make a deal with you?
Penny: -sits down at the dining room table like she's on literal trial- Listening
Me: if you can do bath time and get around for bed with literally NO FUSSING you and I can watch ONE POKÉMON in mama and dadas bed before you go to bed! IF I HEAR ONE BIT OF FUSSING POKÉMON IS OFF THE TABLE!
Penny: -folding her hands ready to counter, speaking to me like I'm losing my faculties- uhm, no deal Mama, I want Pokémon on the TV not on the table.
Me: -trying not to die- that's ...no I just mean the deal is if you fuss at all there will be NO POKÉMON TONIGHT
Penny: oh! Yes! This is deals!
this website lets you listen to the sounds of all different forests around the world
My amazing friend and incredible poet of a person wrote these heartbreaking words, and as soon as I read it, I immediately asked if I could illustrate it. And she said yes!
Read "To the Bitter End" here on AO3. Please please go give her some love (I generally don't even like poetry that much, but she is slowly changing my mind XD)
I'm also working on a second part to this, but I've had to slow down work on that one. It's coming soon!
also, tagging @frodo-with-glasses bc meg commanded it
So I think it's important to acknowledge that, per the novelization of A New Hope...
Luke Skywalker canonically knows what a panda is.
But wait, there's more.
HE KNOWS WHAT A CAPYBARA IS.
But.
But.
But but but but but.
He does not know...
...what a duck is.
I'm sorry but I have one draft that I never finished but I laugh every time I see it
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To the Sea
@tolkienseaweek day 5: family | Elanor & OFC | AO3
The rain-washed sky shone pale above as Elanor and Rían followed the path to the shore. Rían peered in every puddle, watching the clouds drift through the water and naming the birds or beasts she made out of their wisps.
Of all of Elanor’s grandchildren, Rían reminded her the most of herself, finding stories in every cloud and stone and shadow and asking questions of every grown hobbit she met. She spent long hours at Elanor’s home, begging for stories of Elanor’s adventures and for her great-grandfather’s story.
Elanor’s own children had had her thirst for adventure, roving far and seeking the places of the Elves and Dwarves and Big Folk until they, like she once had, found their feet returning more than they left, and they settled down, hanging up pack and walking stick, content to tell the tales of their adventures around the warmth of their hearths.
Though Frodo had had no heirs of his own, he lived on, Elanor thought, in every Fairbairn that strode from their home seeking the wide places and the old tales, and in every Fairbrain that told his story anew.
Scenting the sea, Rían gave a cry and ran up the swell of the hill. Elanor, smiling and settling her basket more comfortably on her arm, followed.
The green hills rolled down into the pale slopes of dunes, thatched with drifts of sea grass. Rían was far ahead now, running along the line of the shore.
When she reached the edge of the sea, Elanor knelt and unloaded her basket. Inside were three lanterns and three small boats that Fastred had carved for her. He had a great talent for carving and whittling, and each year he made for her a different fleet of boats, some bearing wings like swans, lifted in flight, and others vines of curling leaves or blossoming flowers.
Rían came running back, a bundle of sea thrift tucked in her pocket. Elanor showed her how to fasten the lanterns inside the boats, and then struck a flame and lit each lantern. Into each boat, next to its lantern, she placed a small golden flower, not the elanor for which she was named, but the little yellow pimpernels that grew about the path that wound up to her door.
As the sun sank before them and the sea kindled to flame, Elanor and Rían carried the boats to the shoreline and set them in the cradle of the waves. One for Frodo, one for Bilbo, and one for Sam, dearest of all.
Bilbo was surely gone now, and Frodo too. Even her father had likely passed beyond the circles of the world. The thought brought a pang.
The little boats caught the swell of the waves and bobbed over crest and into trough, shining like stars as they passed into the gloaming.
Rían, damp from the waves, leaned against her. “Will they return?”
“No,” Elanor said. “No one ever returns from over the sea. But we remember them, nonetheless.”
POV: you just interrupted the Skywalker twins at the space gala
Just a little post to say thank you for a 1000 followers!! I never thought that posting my little pictures on tumblr would get so much love 💕
#Galaxy's mightiest heroes
Referring to this post (as immortalized by Reddit).
Everyone in the thread makes a very good point, but no one has yet considered:
Helicopter Legolas.
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Thanks! That’s SO much worse!
I’m a bit behind on the queue right now, so in the meantime, here’s Longolas from the livestream yesterday!
For @ladyvader23‘s birthday today!!!!! In the ANH novelization Luke asks what a duck is, which is a small detail she just loves. So here is Luke. With a duck. :)
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Luke Skywalker: Is the equipment secure?
Mara Jade: Check.
Luke Skywalker: Blasters loaded?
Mara Jade: Check.
Luke Skywalker: Did you have breakfast?
Mara Jade: What? That's not on the checklist.
Luke Skywalker: I added it because I care about you.
Mara Jade: No, I didn't have breakfast.
Luke Skywalker: Unacceptable. Look in your backpack.
Mara Jade: *finds a ration bar* Hey, there's chocolate chips in this!
Luke Skywalker: Yeah, I'm not an idiot. I know how to trick my wife into eating her fiber.