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Blimey | Fantasy High Junior Year - D20 Animated

Another @dimension20official animated thing before the finale of Fantasy High Junior Year hits

A concept that was joked about on the show but would not leave my mind, Yes! deserves a Paladin

This is me being helpful, my sister’s doing research on horror media for uni, head over to her blog to have your say, I suggested the Bee movie but it didn’t make the cut

Entry Two

2018 Nefix Original Series: Grounders

250 years after a Nuclear War managed to destroy all lands and leave behind only a small amount of survivors, a civilization was built. From the old world came knowledge to those living in the new. They have sets of laws, religions, and teachings. Their names have been passed down kin after kin since the war. They know war harsher than most do as well, and a new one is set to come. There has been chaos since the last one while the current Commander, the one who everyone bows to, has been unable to control it. This puts the faith her people as well as fellow ambassadors have in her in jeapordy. With newer clans and armies forming, and very little time till Ascension Day, where a new Commander shall be tested based on their knowledge of each clans religions, laws and people to rule, war is almost inevitable. Only thing is, this isn’t the war that they should be worried about. Bigger things will come into their lives that they will not be able to understand. Confusion incites fear, fear incites violence. Category Entertainment. No copyright infrigement intended. All clips belong to their respective production companies. Available to watch in 1080p resolution.

Spoilers for Magnus Protocol Episode 18

“Could you imagine though? You turn up to the TV station all like “I have a job for you Mr Bonzo” and he’s all like “Bonzo Bonzo Bonz...”

look, all i’m saying is that there’s other uses for robbie’s car…

like making s’mores and not being sad :)

Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

@fitzsimmonsftw

Fitzsimmons: hostages from hell

Friend, I have been laughing about this prompt for weeks – I hope you hadn’t given up on me because I’m only just getting to it now, but I hope this drabble does it justice! This could be a whole freaking hilarious fic on its own but here’s what I’ve got for now.

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They’re so used to being kidnapped by now that when their cab is hijacked while they’re on vacation, Jemma just rolls her eyes and mutters through the sack over her head, “Oh, for goodness sake.”

The news that they’re being held as leverage against Coulson still comes as a bit of a relief, really, because it significantly lowers the levels of pain and intimidation they’re likely to endure while they wait for rescue or an exchange.  On the scale of hostage situations, this one – tied up next to each other on a bed in a motel room – is actually quite cushy.

So, knowing what they know and jaded as they are about the whole thing, Fitz and Jemma decide to have a bit of fun.

It starts out simply enough. When the guards bring food, Jemma belches loudly in their faces and Fitz shoots out a spurt of water like a fountain, grinning at the drenched guards as water dribbles down his chin. Fairly soon the guards draw straws on who has to feed the prisoners. Fitzsimmons can’t high-five, tied as they are, but they sort of self-congratulatorily bump elbows.

They don’t even need to discuss it – the annoying things just sort of develop.

“Hey, Simmons, look at this–”

Fitz rotates his wrist, head cocked expectantly, and the whole room hears bones crack. The guards by the door exchange a glance.

“Ever since I broke my arm in the pod, I’ve been able to do that whenever I want.”

“And how long can that go on, Fitz?”

“Hours.”

They look at the guards and smirk.

They recite the entirety of The Big Lebowski from memory. (Jemma insists on voicing The Dude.)

Fitz whistles the Doctor Who theme music.

They sing – and harmonize on – “This Is the Song That Never Ends”, turning it into a round, developing new melodies, and adding their own lyrics. Every time they pause for breath the guards visibly relax, but then one or the other will start it up again.

They sing for nearly three hours.

Jemma demonstrates frog sounds for Fitz.

“–And this one’s a bull frog–”

“You sound like you’re dying,” he chuckles.

“Well, the lady frogs would definitely disagree with you on that one. This is a beeping froglet–”

“Like this?” Fitz tries to replicate the sound she’s just made.

“That’s quite good, Fitz! Just a bit higher-pitched – there you go–”

“It’s like the class-clown phase we never got to have,” Fitz mutters to Jemma when the guards threaten to duct-tape their mouths unless they shut up.

“Speaking of clowns, do you know what you’re supposed to do if you’re attacked by a mob of clowns, Fitz?” Jemma says loudly.

“What’s that, Jemma?” Fitz echoes, playing along.

“Go for the juggler!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” someone shouts.

Jemma collapses sideways against Fitz, giggling.

Daisy and May arrive less than a day after the initial kidnapping, easily knocking the guards out and untying the pair of them.

“I just don’t understand how they didn’t notice you sending messages through your watch,” May frowns, examining the device on Fitz’s wrist.

“We kept them well entertained,” Jemma smirks.

“What’d you do, make out in front of them?” Daisy asks, wrinkling her nose.

“Oh, Fitz, we didn’t even think of that! Can you tie us back up and come back in a few hours?” 

@fitzsimmonsftw that story I owe you

well, this fic isn’t going to write itself, but i’m going to wait a bit longer to make sure.