#but can u imagine

[pinkysberg]

hey haha just thinking of sadie and abigail making a life pact immediately after being told john had died and being sent off. sadie vowing to stay by abigail, that she won't leave her until abigail says. and abigail can't even think straight, she's distraught but she remembers holding sadie as a stranger in colter, she remembers sitting with her in horseshoe overlook while she mourned jake. so she agrees. and they make plans then and there, where will they go, how will they survive.

then john shows up and ruins everything ugh

#kidding abt the last part #BUT CAN U IMAGINE #i think abt it ALL the time #what was abigail thinking #what was going to be the plan #can't help but feel those two have an unbreakable bond #theyd do anything for one another #sadigail #thinky

[windslar]

imagine a simlish version of beyoncé's texas hold 'em

#ea does not have the budget #or they do but they wouldn't put it towards the sims #missed opportunity with horse ranch #they should've coordinated schedules #but can u imagine #i would not mind my sims cowpoking

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

Tomarry AU where Harry and Tom grow up together during the war and end up starting a secret club together. It's a club for muggle-borns only; so that they can help each other survive during the war. This is an AU where Tom and Harry start club for children who has no home to return to. A world where they help each other so that they don't have to return to that place.

Imagine, them starting a club to just survive— imagine, them working together so that they make it — imagine all of them working together to figure out a way to just stay instead of retuning to a home that is no more. Just imagine, this club becoming something more, something bigger — something that will change the world one day.

#i just want #tom #and #harry #to start a club guys #i just want them to be kids and plot how to survive #a club call “fuck you headmaster” ie: fyh #im joking #but can u imagine #a SCHOOL AS BIG AS HOGWARTS DIDNT LET KIDS STAY WHEN THEY KNEW THE KIDS COULD DIE DUE TO THE WAR #like why #it's not like yall will ever be out of rooms bruh #imagine muggle-born kids having their own passcode that only they know #slangs from the muggle world lmao #imagine them staying together in inns and just planning together how/where to stay the summer #imagine them just changing the wizarding world's face #it all started because of we needed a place to stay — they would gi #and rest was history #lmao #tomarry #the parents of the club #even though they are the youngest probs hahahahah #harrymort #harry potter #tom riddle

[godofsmallthings]

the way i'm so drunk i almost guessed pink pony club for surprise songs rhwbehjsjsjsjd

#girl that is not a possibility #but can u imagine #doing the old shuffle method because i have no clue anymore #vi is typing...

[sharksinflowercrowns]

Y’all are telling me you don’t imagine Huntlow as the Aladdin balcony kiss scene to fall asleep?

Weird.

#but can u imagine #and like when Aladdin falls backwards afterwords #and woos and carpet catches him #hunter would so do the same thing #Huntlow #hunter the golden guard #Willow park #toh #the owl house

[thecraziness]

marcia is a theater kid

#no i will not be expanding on this #BUT CAN U IMAGINE #TWO BIT OR DALLY GOING TO HER SHOWS?? #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders #marcia valentine

[at-doodles-daily]

something me and my friend noticed about the islands series was that they could've just,,, not had the random human civilization in it??? they established that technology could keep people alive with the VR island, which would've been enough to explain Minerva surviving, but otherwise the disease could've wiped out everyone. finn would still get to meet his mom, while the heavy theme of "you're the only human" would still be around, seeing as Susan and his mother had both been modified, and Martin was long gone.

not that this necessarily would've been better or worse for the story, but it is an interesting concept to think about.

#like. its not like the society wouldnt exist at all #just that it wouldve been gone by the time he got to it #itd all be a ghost town except for his mother #adventure time doesnt play enough w the terrifying part of it being a post apocalyptic place #maybe cuz its a childrens cartoon lol #but can u imagine #pepper says things #adventure time islands #adventure time #islands

[verymuchablog42]

split dyed pink and yellow awsten theory you are real In My Heart

#parx posting #ik this isnt gonna happen any time soon or maybe ever #but can u IMAGINE #like walk with me here

[leavemebetosleep]

Found the perfect shoes to go with the shroncho tahtxjvkhc

#not actually gonna buy crocs hurt my feet #but can u imagine

[ato-dato]

Go on, burst every one of his bubbles why don’t you

#u gonna tell him the tooth fairy doesn’t exist next?? Santa isn’t real?? sick bastard #i haven’t drawn these idiots in their normal-ish form since my 1941 comic can you imagine???? #that was almost 2 months ago???? #crazy #Ive been pretty busy with comissions but I managed to scramble this together for ya #good omens #good omens series two #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #angel crowley #angel aziraphale #art #artwork #my art #fanart #digital art #drawing #comic #fan comic

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

#writeblr #warm up #this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru #but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist #ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school. #like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it. #was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes. #but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create'' #when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work #part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just #like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent. #speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r #ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week #this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice. #''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism #imagine if we said that about literally any other profession. #''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt? #u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky'' #we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY #''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''

[nedlittle]

genuinely i think it's important for adults, especially in the plague times, to play pretend in our day-to-day lives. when i rub my back down with tiger balm so i can sleep without pain, i imagine i am a valiant knight tending to an old injury i received from a dragon. when i go to the store to pick up eggs and milk, i am a lone cowboy riding into town on a mission. when i turn my collar up against the wind i am a femme fatale who's killed 4 husbands and is scoping out a 5th. when i stomp around in the snow i am a doomed polar explorer. if being a little bit silly about my walk to the pharmacy helps me remember that life can be full of joy and whimsy, then so be it.

#this is a pointless text post #my most embarrassing version of this is that whenever it was foggy at the lighthouse i imagined i was emily bronte #or that i was taking a walk in the fog with my good friend emily bronte :^) #so much of this is also tied into the fact that my body hurts all the goddamn time #i am trying to make my pain something i can live with #is this gonna be how i learn that normal people don't daydream about being In The Past #anyway do u guys imagine these sort of scenarios too or am i just a freak #greatest (s)hits

[deep-space-lines]

I know Gabriel is canonically really popular with Heaven’s residents but there’s bound to be some heavenly loser with pronoun envy

#my art #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #i love angel pronoun lore #he earned those pronouns fair and square and now he gets to wear a he/him pin like the badges on military uniforms #of course he has blue wings and pronouns #also can you fuckin imagine being a virtue?? #imagine you live your entire life as a Good Christian(tm) and then u get to heaven and find out not only do u still have to work a 9 to 5 #you have to do it in hell #forever #man i’d be salty too #straka's shitposts #sketches

[falloutgirlboy]

ryan ross you have the oppurtunity to be the funniest motherfucker on the planet right now.

#CAN U IMAGINE....... #patd #panic! at the disco #red.txt #hall of fame

[attyattlaw]

survivor's guilt

#one piece #trafalgar law #one piece fanart #op1081 spoilers #heart pirates #the small skull is meant to be lami but how tf am i suppose to draw that #i didnt wanna do hair bc thats a cop out + then i had to draw everyones hair for consistency #i painted her hairclip on and then removed it bc it looks stupid sitting there clipped to nothing #anyway idt the hearts are dead but man can u imagine having 3 traumatic instances of survivors guilt now

[mrmrsman]

The bats have so many folks around, even if they aren't always working together. Enough that folks like to joke/write about Danny just kinda showing up acting like he already lives there. He just kinda blends in.

I'd love to see more magic motivated versions of this. Some kind of spell that affects the bat's perceptions of the past and present, making them actually miss that this boy wasn't with their family too long ago. Maybe it changes their understanding like it's a time line shift, maybe it fogs their mind just a tad and makes them glaze past something like it wasn't even there. I like the second if only because I feel like that would make it more likely for the bats to realize a spell was a foot.

Imagining this from Danny's side, hes terrified this whole time of getting found out. He knows how and when he showed up here and maybe even how flimsy whatever magic is in place is. Imagining a Desiree wish that was either very carefully worded or Not so carefully worded. Maybe he placed himself with the Wayne family with the expectation that he would quietly mooch of some rich idiot until he was ready to be on his own. Or maybe he wished himself to be a part of the batclan, taking up a mask and patroling with them as a bird that Doesn't Exist.

Ofc eventually the spell has to be broken, leaving the bats confused worried scared angry probably even amused, and a billion other things. WHY did this teenager decide to adopt himself into the Wayne/bat family? Who the hell is he and where did he come from. Someone call Zatanna, there is some magic Fuckery going on.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp #desiree is far too underutilized in this crossover #imagine if the bats tried to play it off like the spell hadnt broken #they wanna get information thry cant get that if the gig is up #depending on how well they feel like they actually know him they might think hes a flight risk #maybe hes been with them for weeks maybe this is day 5 #anyway i know there been stories and prompts somewhere in the area of this pls pls pls share in the replies if u can