#promiseddifferent

[drawbauchery]

[spongebob-connoisseur]

Hot take - Squidward is better looking than Squilliam. THERE I SAID IT.

THE FACTS

SQUIDWARD GOT FLAVOR AND PIZAZZ

Plus the amount of hobbies he has, the friends he has, jusy everything will amount to million times more then the fame ans wealth that Squilliam will ever have.

He's got the looks and the personality. Perfection wrapped in a lovely little bow.

Cephalopod beauty standards ain't got barnacles on Squidward! He makes his own beauty standards!

[kindofamy]

I’m thinking about writing a super domestic Sylki fic where they just …. Are living happily and peacefully in New York and they’re cuddling on a couch and watching movies should I stop myself (this is also sort of my first public support for the ship aksdhgas)

YES. Please do this, we’re going to need so much Sylki fan fiction, especially when the season ends.

Also, welcome aboard the Sylki ship! We have a good time here. :)

[violetganache42]

Okay. I don't usually do posts like this, but after stumbling upon this tweet the other day, I feel like I have no other choice. A good portion of DuckTWT is aware of it, but I feel like DT17 Tumblr doesn't and I firmly believe they should know the truth.

There is someone in the fandom named @/promiseddifferent and she is quite interactive with various duck fans. Whether you have heard of her or haven't until now, avoid interacting with her at all costs. She goes by @SomewhereCarly on Twitter (formerly known as @Carly_DeMille), where she blatantly stated she is a Trump supporter despite all the shit he has done to POC, the LGBT community, women, and so on. In other words, she is racist, bigoted towards LGBT people, sexist towards women (despite the fact she identifies as female), etc.

Last month, on the week of the presidential election, she engaged in a political argument with someone, where she shared some of her centralist views and demonstrated a complete lack of understanding basic human rights. It wasn't until later on in the argument that she revealed she was indeed a Trumpie.

Althought she got rightfully outed by DuckTWT, she continues to interact with fans, both on Twitter and here on Tumblr.

Trump supporters like her where they are unashamed of being open with their bigoted beliefs are dangerous to be around. They are not welcome in any fandom or community, especially in fanbases like DuckTales (2017) where a large portion of fans are LGBT and POC. Unfollow her if you haven't already and definitely block her too. Hell, report her—especially on Twitter—for expressing her bigotry if you need to. Cut any and all ties with her, and most importantly, stay safe. She's already causing damage to the DT17 Tumblr community by not having people be aware of her pro-Trump behavior. We cannot let her continue causing more harm.

(It's also worth noting that she's not just active in the DuckTales fandom… if her ship list is any indicator. I don't mean to jump the gun on this one, but considering her LGBT-phobia, I feel like her ship list raises some red flags because ALL of her ships are man x woman. Not a single gay or lesbian ship anywhere on that list. It is PAINFULLY straight. If you know anyone who is in any of these other fandoms (including but not limited to The Muppets, SpongeBob SquarePants, Star Wars, Phineas and Ferb, The Fairly OddParents, Kung Fu Panda, Mickey & Friends, Disney and Pixar movies, Batman, Super Mario Bros, Looney Tunes, and Scooby-Doo), let them know ASAP. I do not want to see her cause more damage like this to the other fanbases.)

[koizumi-marichan]

👀

*Something i want to finish soon <333

send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)

[lettheladylead]

*extreme happy squealing* Bradheron. '“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

(takes place in the middle of this other fic i wrote)

(ao3 link)

Heron knew he was worried about her. It was nice, and when she’d had enough painkillers she would even admit it was a little cute. No one had cared about her for more than one night in a very long time and even a lot of those one nights were debatable. Bradford was certainly the first person to show such concern for her when she looked as terrible as she did.

He didn’t let her near any mirrors for several days after they returned to his apartment, not that she’d had the physical capacity to even pay attention. When she finally caught a look at herself she almost screamed - her hair would take forever to grow back and the scars on her legs would never heal right. She’d have to start wearing stockings under her signature boots like some kind of old lady.

But she was very surprised at how comfortable she felt that Bradford had seen her like this. Most people never saw her without makeup - this was a little more extreme than that. Perhaps over the past year they’d become closer friends than she realized.

Sitting up in his bed and staring down at her third cup of Ronguay Rosemarinus Tea for the day, Black Heron let out a short chuckle. Never in her entire life did she imagine being friends with such a...nerd. A dork. A dweeb. If they’d known each other in high school she had the distinct feeling she’d have shoved him into a locker.

And yet, here they were.

And thanks to drinking tea made from the plant he’d gotten with her instructions, she was healing fast and would be able to get back to her own place in no time. Or...well. She supposed she didn’t have a place anymore. Heron tapped her fingers against the mug and considered that for a moment. She hadn’t taken the time to think about how she probably lost all of her possessions in that explosion. All her designer dresses...her shoes! The iconic white gogo boots she wore every day were destroyed and her backup pair was probably ruined as well. It was a painful realization.

She sighed loudly and squished herself against the pillows. Great. Nowhere to stay, no clothes besides her partially ruined dress, and now that she was getting better, Bradford was sure to kick her out soon. If she wasn’t such a bad actress she’d consider pretending to be bedridden so she’d have somewhere to stay.

The bedroom door opened just a crack and Bradford poked his head in, taking a quick look at her and then ducking back out and closing the door behind him.

Heron raised a curious eyebrow and continued sipping at her tea. That was odd.

An hour later while she was trying to get more sleep, he did that again, though he stared at her for a bit longer before leaving. He probably thought she didn’t notice.

Ever the light-sleeper, Heron woke up when she felt his eyes on her for the third time, and at that point she knew that enough was enough. She yawned overdramatically and sat up to stare at him.

“Bradford,” she mumbled. “Are you really going to leave again without just asking what you’ve clearly been dying to ask me?”

He blushed the tiniest bit and mumbled some angry words as he finally made his way into the room and turned on the light. “I’ve not been dying to ask you anything. It’s just…”

After a moment of continued grumbling, he finally pulled out a box from behind his back and tossed it next to her on the bed. “Here.”

She looked at the box and then back to him. And then back to the box. She put down her tea and reached over to pull off the lid, letting out an excited squeal at the sight.

“My boots!” She grabbed one of them to check if they were the right size. Seeing that they were, she painfully hugged the white leather to her chest and couldn’t contain the bright smile on her face. “Bradford, you absolutely wonderful man! You didn’t even settle for knock-offs!”

He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I suppose you don’t remember the conversation we had the other night.”

“Not in the least,” Heron said as she continued rubbing her fingers against the leather. She missed how it felt. “I’m sure it killed you to spend this kind of money.”

“I had Dr. Matronic upgrade them so they’re inflammable now,” he said matter-of-factly. “So they should last you long enough to justify the cost.”

Heron’s smile grew even brighter. “Thank you,” she said genuinely.

He shrugged off the gesture and pulled a magazine out of nowhere, tossing it towards her as well. “Circle a couple of things in here you want me to get. Nothing over $50 and nothing you wouldn’t wear to a F.O.W.L. meeting.”

She smiled again and started flipping through the pages hungrily - she couldn’t wait to get some new clothes on someone else’s dime. Normally she’d just steal them, but if he was offering, she’d just rob a bank and pay him back later.

[drawbauchery]

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