#a violent separation

[nowadayz]

BRENTON THWAITES as NORMAN YOUNG A VIOLENT SEPARATION (2019) dir. Kevin & Michael Goetz

[packedtotheaussies]

Abbey (Claire Holt) & Frances Campbell (Alycia Debnam-Carey) in A Violent Separation (9m).

[benrobsonobsessed]

[roguescaps]

a violent separation screencaps

1080p.

available for anyone who wants to use them for edits / graphic making. as always credit is absolutely not required but is super appreciated. the resolution of these screencaps is 1927x1040.

screencap navigation masterlist. / ko-fi.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike is suspicious of Lefty…

[starburstminibot]

Transformers ARK! The Twins

Sunstreaker, the self-proclaimed "eldest" of the two is cocky and egotistical. Most bots find him hard to approach so they simply steer clear. He takes great pride in his unstable reputation, and wouldn't be caught dead doing anything to break character. The only bot who seems to be able to put up with him is his twin, Sideswipe. And even though the two are rarely apart, they sometimes seem to barely even like each other. Despite preferring isolation, Sunstreaker has always been secretly jealous of how easily Sideswipe can make friends, and how other bots like his brother over him.

Sideswipe, while just as aggressive at times, can be much more relaxed and playful than his brother. He's funny and friendly, and can quickly gain favor with others. It's unfortunate that most bots are too scared to approach him considering who he's always hanging out with. Sometimes Sideswipe is resentful of the shadow he's constantly living in, and wishes Sunstreaker wasn't setting the standards of what bots grow to expect of him.

It would probably help both of their insecurities if they weren't so codependent, but no one's had the guts to try and tell them that yet.

[baitw0nder]

thinking about how dick created robin because he needed it, he needed that new identity to rebuild himself from his trauma like bruce needed batman. but then, bruce grew to need robin, too—so badly that he clung to robin even once dick left. he tore dick's self in two and hoarded half for himself. and then refused to give it up! he didn't even give robin to jason or tim or stephanie so much as he let them borrow it

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Bakugou is such a messy bitch for drama, like you could be chilling in your room and he’s busting open the door with the wildest look on his face before stomping over and throwing himself full force on the bed.

He takes 10000% pleasure when you nearly start screaming after you find out a particular class president has a condom in his wallet.

[packedtotheaussies]

Norman Young (Brenton Thwaites) in A Violent Separation (3m).

[benrobsonobsessed]

[lucky-clover-gazette]

tbh i think volo would have been significantly more normal and fine if he hadn’t been hiding so much of his true feelings and personality. like when you deny yourself genuine human connection to that degree you’re probably going to come off as a machiavellian monster who wants to make the world and the lives of others worse, but looking at his actual stated motivations and intentions it’s clear to me at least that the guy is deeply empathetic and idealistic and more than anything disappointed that the world can’t be better

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 51

One of Damian’s pets passes. Instead of moving on it’s a Cujo situation.

Damian’s animal does not move on. Instead attacks the ghost king to get back to Damian by becoming king. The animal thinks its the only way to get back to Damian. So Danny now had a feral animal constantly attacking him.

Danny just has gotten used to the attacks. One day sam is complaining about a gala she’s being forced to. She shows tucker and Danny pictures of the Wayne’s.

Just in time for the attacker to see the picture and start hitting the picture. It clicks for sam what’s going on.

Sam has the brain cells.

Danny now brings the ghost animal to Damian. Telling him that his pet is feral, then proceeds to explain how to care for an ecto-pet. Also a supply of ecto supplements to add to the pets food.

[puppetmaster13u]

You know what @f4nd0m-fun I literally finished this last night, so here, have the lil baby hydra. From several prompts.

They're still mostly baby colors, which is all monochrome, but are juuust starting to get more colors like their underbellies and their heads are starting to lighten up, but will start shifting color eventually.

Which makes me wonder what kind of thing might happen if someone tries to study the realm hydras....

(Also have a prompt in the tags lol)

[presiding]

brigmore be like

btw the contract is back (that one where daud double-crosses burrows for jessamine's cash, corvo and daud are hatefully buddy cop, and billie gets her own story)

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

GUYS!!! Y"ALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!! once again tidbit tuesday has accidently turned into pretty much a full fic but y'know what? the more the merrier AUGH ENJOY!!

"Hullo?" Johnny pushes the screen door open without knockin', sticks his head in through the door.

"Well, hello back atcha." Soda's layin' flat on his stomach on the carpet, socked feet kickin' idly in the air 'n a card game nonsensical to everyone but him laid out in front of him. He flips over onto his back, sits up, frowns at the cards 'n moves two of 'em around.

"Darry or Pone home?" Johnny toes his converse off at the door, swiped for him compliments of Two, 'n lays 'em neatly next to the door, grabbin' a pair of Soda's he'd kicked off wildly 'n layin' 'em side by side.

"Wow, 'n what am I Johnnycakes? Chopped liver?" Soda cracks a grin, beams a pillow that'd been layin' nearby on the floor at his head.

"Aw, man. I didn't mean it like that." He deftly ducks, grabs it from where it lands in the kitchen 'n punts it back. Darry always swore one day they were gonna go to chuck a pillow 'n it was gonna explode 'n they better not even think to ask Darry to help them clean it up.

Soda catches it, goes to throw it back, finds a hole in the edge 'n thinks better of it. He shoots Johnny a wink 'n plops it down right in front where the next person'll be sure to grab it, poppin' to his feet, card game forgotten. "Ya need somethin', Johnny?"

"Not really. Don't worry 'bout it, Soda." His stomach growls 'n he ducks his head, decidedly avoidin' Soda's prodin' stare.

"Well, while you're here you might as well stay 'n keep me company. Dar's got me on house arrest." Soda musses up Johnny's hair as he crosses into the kitchen, pops the icebox open 'n peers inside.

Johnny rocks back 'n forth on the balls of his feet, worries at his lip 'n watches Soda. He can sense him pullin' his old tricks, makin' one of 'em do somethin' on the preface of helpin' him when he knew it was the other way 'round. "I don't wanna bug ya-"

"You can make it up to me by eatin' these leftover sweet potatoes 'n tellin' Dar I finished them." He fishes them outta the fridge 'n tosses the container to Johnny.

"Since when didya stop likin' sweet potatoes?" Johnny cocks an eyebrow but follows him in the kitchen, movin' from cabinet to cabinet to pull out glasses 'n plates 'n forks.

"Since forever. Johnny, your memory's goin' in your old age." Soda presses the container of casserole he's pullin' out to his chest solemnly.

"Aw, hush. You're older'n me Soda." Soda pauses thoughtfully, taps a finger to his chin.

"Huh. Didn't thinka that."

"Maybe you oughta be worried about your memory, man." Johnny plunks down a plate 'n Soda howls, reachin' over to snap him up by the shoulder 'n fold him into his side.

"Damn, you're too quick for your own good." Soda hollers 'n jabs Johnny in the side 'n Johnny tries real hard to hide the wince. He really really does. But here's the thing with Soda. There ain't much he misses.

The smile drops straight off his face. Eyes darkenin'. 'N Soda's got that kinda eyes that can do that. Be all laughin' 'n grinnin' one moment 'n then pickin' you right apart the next. "Y'good, Johnny?"

"Yeah, man. I'm all good. Don't worry about it." He twists away from Soda, or at least he tries to, but now Soda's holdin' right onto him, hand wrapped good 'n tight around his bicep.

"Then you don't mind provin' it? Do ya?" 'N it's not a question. Not really.

'N here's the thing. Johnny don't really like to talk about it. Don't like to pretend he's anythin' but fine. 'Cause people ain't ever normal about it. Even when they think they are. There's always a look. An odd word. It can make a person real sick. Always feelin' like people pity you.

But this ain't just anyone. It's Soda. 'N Johnny knows he just cares. His fingers find the edge of his shirt, lift it up just along his ribs where they're painted dark with bruises like fingers stained with blackberry juice in the fall.

Soda doesn't say anythin'. Doesn't hiss in realization or understandin'. Just presses the back of his hand to the spot 'n frowns lightly when he feels heat there. He pulls away 'n Johnny drops his shirt back down.

"Anythin' new?" He lets Johnny go, turns around to break off some of the built-up ice from the fridge.

"Naw. Same old, same old." Soda nods, keeps his back to Johnny 'n he can tell his turnin' somethin' around in his mind.

"Would ya tell me if there was? Somethin' different?" He reaches over to snatch one of the kitchen towels, wraps the ice up in it, hands the whole bundle out.

'N for a moment Johnny doesn't move at all. 'Cause Soda don't look... anythin'. Just... Soda. 'N that doesn't make much sense. But it's the best he can put it.

'Cause when Darry 'n Dallas found new bruises 'n cuts 'n whatever the hell else his da could do to him there was always anger there. Not to him. God, never at him. But it was like they couldn't help themselves. Couldn't help the righteous rage that built right up in them.

'N Pony always looked at him. But Pony couldn't get it. God, Mr. 'n Mrs. C had been real good to their kids. 'N so had Dar. After, well, everythin'. He had always been a lil' horrified by violence 'n hate. 'N Johnny sorely hoped he always would be.

It made Two uncomfortable. Steve restless. He'd seen it all. 'N he knew they all just cared. He knew. But it never made it any easier.

But Soda ain't doin' none of that. He's just lookin' down at Johnny patiently, wide, dark eyes he got from their daddy blinkin' down at him, olive branch in the form of a meltin' towel of ice in his hands. Like he don't see him any different.

"Johnnycakes?" He tilts his head to the side, offers him the towel 'n this time he takes it.

"Yeah?" 'N He promises them all things all the time. I won't go home tonight. I ain't gonna get myself hurt. I'd tell ya if I did.

"You'd tell someone if it was different. Right?" But this one feels... manageable. A start.

"Sure, Soda. Yeah. I will." He takes the ice, presses it against his ribs 'n Soda watches him a moment more, ruffles his hair. Drops the casserole on the table 'n deals out a healthy portion to Johnny with a conspiratorial grin.

"Good. Now help me finish these potatoes before Dar gets home 'n makes me sit here all night until they're gone." 'N that's that.

[lucishell]

they are happy and healthy and nothing bad has ever happend to them ♡

(ref from Vbvs2V)