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Lobster Johnson
(Pssssttt hay! New part of What If The Call Went Through)
https://www.tumblr.com/ryanishyperfixating/784076636185296896/part-18?source=share
wHAT--
*runs off to go read it excitedly*
I'm not usually an art person, but once I saw Lady Justice by @ladybub I could not help but doodle some fanart. It's not the best, per se, I know, but I gave it my best shot. I hope you guys like it. :)
Go check out her comic if you haven't already! :)
I love this so much
Confidence and Hope
Yet another: unedited, only read once, half hour in the making fic!
This time inspired by this quote: "Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence" —Helen Keller
And this comic by @hellmandraws
Brownie Points to whoever gets the reference to another Disney XD show! (My second favorite 'sides Gravity Falls!)
AO3
It was peaceful, in their room. The two young men sat together on the bottom bunk of their beds and simply enjoyed each other’s company.
The larger, yet younger brother was surprisingly reading. It was a magazine, but reading all the same. Out of his norm.
The smaller, yet elder brother was not surprisingly fiddling with some device. It was a strange machine, but a machine all the same. In his norm.
What was also, not out of the norm was how he muttered as he worked. Another common occurrence was the younger brother’s rising annoyance at the aforementioned murmuring.
“Alright Sixer,” the younger sighed as he threw down his magazine. “What is it this time?”
Stanford Pines looked up owlishly from his musings. “What was that Stan?”
Stanley Pines rolled his eyes endearingly and repeated his query.
“Oh, I’m working on a perpetual motion machine for the science fair,” Stanford answered cheerily.
“A perpetty what now?”