stuckinthisgodforsakenhellhole:

Whenever people talk about ghost are here because of unfinished business I can’t help but laugh because I wouldn’t have anything edgy like a grudge or a lost love I’d literally stay just to finish my shows

God: Hey dude its been 5 years, you ready?

Me: Uh, no! Season 10 was JUST announced! And my other show is getting a movie next year OH! And there is this cool video game too with a really interesting plot!

God: Ar-are you serious? We got like golden pathways and everything

Me: Do you have the rest of these series? Do you have the emotional investment I got for these characters?

God:…

Me: Yeah, thought so. Let me finish my unfinished bussiness thanks man I’ll be back in a few centuries probably

w0wls:

b4us:

I know everyone’s talking about how the cast of Danny Phantom is full of gay and trans characters exclusively to piss of Butch Hartman but let us not forget, Butch’s bread and butter, Fairly Odd Parents…

Timmy’s parents were 100% sure that Timmy was going to be a girl before he was born, as seen in the episode Secret Origin of Denzel Crocker.

Cosmo seems to be the only other one in the know about this, and has baby pictures of Timmy in a dress on hand

Then, in the episode The Boy Who Would Be Queen…

When Wanda does, inevitably, transform Timmy into a girl to teach him a lesson…

Cosmo immediately panics.

AND in the episode “It’s a Wishful LIfe” when Timmy wishes he never existed…

The Turners have a daughter instead.

In conclusion:

Timmy Turner is trans and used the power of one of his fairy godparents to wish that everyone in his life completely forget that he was born and raised female for a portion of his life, including his parents and his other fairy godparent.

Share to make butch hartman mad he accidentally keeps making characters trans

m0onbean:

tag yourself!!

iced tea– conspiracy theories, hates small talk, still watches cartoons and anime, gives good advice, everyday is an existential crisis

milkshake– underrated humor, listens to lofi hip hop, good at taking photos, only loud around friends, wears oversized shirts

frappucino– the hype friend, has lots of inside jokes, insecure about being too annoying, can sleep anywhere, loves dogs, likes hot showers

soda– always has low storage, wears face masks, procrastinates a lot, rants to friends, the type to cry and say tears are good for the skin

lemonade– self-deprecating jokes, cranky in the mornings, has more internet friends than “real” friends, tries to be organized but can’t

writing-prompt-s:

hedwighood:

writing-prompt-s:

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse face off against embodiments of the Seven Deadly Sins

War comes for Wrath and Envy. All they long for, all they can’t have, all they hate is at the other end of the gun they run towards, and they go down.

Starvation comes for Greed and Gluttony. When you hoard and hoard and hoard, and eat until you can eat no more, one day there is no more, and that brings them down.

Pestilence comes for Lust and Sloth. Disease carries off he who forever pines for other people, passed through the bodies he longs for, but disease also carries off he who will not lift a finger to escape him, and they both go down.

Pride is left alone on the battlefield, and faces his own opponent.

“Ha! I knew I would get the best one! None of the others could beat me!” Pride gloats loudly to Death, standing across the field. Death waits quietly.

Pride cannot bear the silence. “What? Aren’t you going to attack me? Aren’t you going to say anything? Does it take that little to cower you into submission?”

Pride looks incredulously across the field, but it takes him a few seconds to realise that the pale figure before him is quietly laughing. He steps back, but becomes aware of the three figures at his back as Death starts to speak.

“Pride, I don’t even need to deign to attack you. You did that yourself. Any of the four of us could bring you down, true, but you played the biggest part in letting us do that.”

“But… how?!” Pride says as the other three force him to his knees. “Tell me!”

Death gets down from his horse, walks over with quiet steps, and draws a simple iron knife. He kneels in front of Pride, draws the dagger across his throat, and then gets up and returns to his steed, muttering the answer to himself.

“You brought yourself down by not helping your friends. You brought yourself down by thinking you could take us on alone.”

I love it!

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