My Favorite Cartoons Of All Time With Some Really Inspirational Quotes

gojo, or as the mortals called him, hades, had a problem.

he’s had no issues with women, none whatsoever. being part of the big three meant that with his title (and riches) people flocked to get his attention.

and sure, years ago he didn’t care about who’s attention he was on the receiving end of. he had no feelings attached when it came to this sort of thing.

but he feels helpless now.

and he knows he can’t do anything to solve it.

the meadows were warm with a breeze summer could bring. the gods were known for their temperament, so the humans cherished what they could.

your mother was known for bringing their harvest and crops, and you watched from the fields with your nymph friends as the flowers bloomed and blossomed.

gojo watched from afar as you laughed with your girls, your head tilting back as you covered your mouth.

you were perfect and unattainable.

and not because he was the certain god of death that everyone feared, or because you were a devout follower of artemis. but because your mother swarmed off any man who dared approach you. and gojo understood, men were vile and filthy creatures.

but he was no man.

you look up suddenly, to where he was, eyes scrunching as you look from across the field, squinting to see if there was a certain sense of difference around there.

“my lady? what’s wrong?” one of the nymphs asked worriedly after you went silent.

you purse your lips, seeing nothing near the trees, just rows and rows of flowers.

you shrug, looking back at them as if nothing happened.

“nothings wrong,” you wave off, smiling, “must’ve been the wind.”

you look back to the flowers, some yellow, some pink, but one lone red that swayed with the breeze.

strange, you thought, that wasn’t there before.

you go back to talking, laughing along with their stories as you try not to think about the flower,

and gojo, the god of the underworld, tries not to think about you.

A porcupine’s Halloween present (+ original sound effects)

coach steven // cry for help

Gravity Falls didn’t end.

Dipper and Mabel will go back to California. Their parents will be shocked not only at how much their kids enjoyed living in the woods for three months, but at how much more mature and smarter the kids are. They are so proud they even let Mabel keep Waddles. The twins are closer than ever, a force to be reckoned with in a too weird to believe world.

They go back to school and make their way through summer assignments. Not only would no one believe their stories, but the magic of Gravity Falls is theirs alone to cherish. Dipper dives headfirst into his studies, doing his own research like Ford and going on great adventures like Stan, always accompanied by his sister. Mabel continues to develop herself creatively, expanding her horizons and trying new things, always with the support of her brother.

Mabel keeps in contact with Candy and Grenda, the girls will stay up all night via skype or the phone chatting over boys or whatever holds their attention. Soos and Melody send them merchandise from the Shack and keep them updated on town events. Wendy texts every now and again just to check in. Once in a blue moon, a dirty, torn postcard from somewhere in the world with a picture of the two Stans saying how much they miss the other Mystery Twins.

Dipper gets taller and his voice continues to crack to Mabel’s endless delight. Mabel grows up in her own womanly ways and Dipper tries to be helpful whenever possible. They talk about their summer in secret, not every day, not even every week, but on special nights as they giggle under a blanket fort and recount their adventures. But those memories, those experiences, those people stay with them as they get through another year bolder, brighter and ready to take on the world. By the time another summer comes around again, the twins don’t even have to ask. When they return home from their last day of school, their bags are packed with two tickets to Oregon on the bus that night.

Mabel readies Waddles for another long bus ride with plans to tell everyone about her latest projects. Dipper going excitedly over his own independent research that he has compiled into a brand new journal. They spend the entire time swapping stories, wondering who will have changed? Will things be the same? Will this summer be as magical as the last? They pull up to the bus stop where a large crowd is waiting for them.

Gravity Falls has just begun.

Imagine how you might feel if your wildest and most wonderful fantasies were brought to life. That’s probably how a child would feel if their drawings of strange and wondrous characters were turned into real-life plush toys, which is exactly what Budsies does.

Budsies takes children’s drawings and reinterprets them as 16-inch-tall hypoallergenic plush toys – but they’ll take playful adults’ drawings, too.

It's the good kind of chaos that hurts in the satisfying way

the current state of my life

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Modern/Stylish/Teenage? Animated shows

I saw this on Facebook and almost spit my juice

I think it’s time I get back to the things that put me at peace... Milford, Ny June 28, 2015 (at Milford, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp7rcL_hoBR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bnv8u0dysfhw