#also boss vibes

[the-rodent-gentleman]

All rise for the Big Daddy of Wrath

And as a bonus:

[pharawee]

Do you believe in parallel worlds?

—THE BOY NEXT WORLD · คนละกาลเวลา · Episode 01

[galehowl]

Impmon, as he appears in Aurora~

Described by others as a weird-looking mix of a cat, bat and rodent, he rarely appears in this form after first evolving, and is most known to others as his Adult form, Caedemon. In the dark, he is often mistaken for a kind of ugly-looking cat by people.

His main evolution line is Impmon -> Caedemon -> Varjamon -> Beelzemon/BM. He also has alternate evolutions, much like Tailmon and Dorumon do.

Impmon first found himself in the human world without any memories and knowledge of who he is, and a scarred body he didn't recognize. Like with Tailmon, he eventually gained back his lost memories, though in his case it was triggered by first evolution.

His real identity, however, also brought with it his actual personality - haughty, distant, self-centered, quiet, and observant. Though his usually very calm and serious demeanor hid a much more beastly and terrifying side underneath.

Uncertain of his place in the new reality, haunted by guilt from a time long gone, Caedemon also had no desire to deal with him being bound to a Tamer, refusing to assume the role of a guardian to a human child.

That, unfortunately, initially created a very strained relationship between him and his Tamer, as she also refused to deal with his shitty personality, and the two of them being too preoccupied with their personal issues.

[elodieunderglass]

The post about the informal shanty-choir earlier has reminded me of an anecdote of my dad's

He used to work in a pub, run by a landlord with an astonishing bass speaking voice. They had a few live music acts who'd pass through the pub on a regular basis, including a Welsh male voice choir who every single year would try to pressgang the landlord despite his protestations that he couldn't sing ("We can teach you to sing, we can't teach that pitch!").

Accordingly I'm imagining Charlie and Ken enthusiastically chatting up the deepest voices that come down the Kennet and Avon, and probably even managing to recruit them (I bet they've got an amazing chill-cop/un-chill-cop routine)

(In reference to OC Charlie and his boater friend Ken, who sing in pubs if you can’t get away fast enough)

POV you go to the wrong pub (any boater pub is the wrong pub but this isn’t your fault) in the middle in the southwest of England in the mid-2010s and gradually become aware of a sixth sense of being watched…. No……. Not watched….. overheard??

You answer a phone call, and when you hang up

it’s

suddenly

No listen the bass just has to go “aaaaaaah” - you don’t even have to say ANY words

[vorbarrsultana]

i finished rereading the first four vorkosigan books (+ "the flowers of vashnoi" because ekaterin!!!), and you really have to feel for piotr vorkosigan because what a nightmare life, truly.

imagine you are born just in time for your world to be unified by dorca vorbarra and rediscovered by people from wider galaxy. things are finally looking good, for the first time in 600 years of isolation there is no more feudal infighting, and the promise of galactic medicine and technologies being available lightens everyone's perspectives. sure, your grandpa is called count pierre "le sanguinaire", but who doesn't have terrible relatives?

then you are 15, and suddenly your planet is attacked by the aggressive eugenecist space empire hell-bent on subjugating your people and turning them into disposable material for unethical genetic experiments. you flee into the mountains, away from your family, and create guerrilla forces from locals sworn to your dad, and it's really terrible for a very long time. you have no high-tech weapons and no food, you sleep in a cave in the dead of winter, and the cetagandans try everything (from carpet bombing to chemical weapons) to murder you.

but hey, at least you now have your bff ezar vorbarra, and (from the bff's words on his deathbed) it sounds like you two had so much fun between unimaginable horrors and despair, and it's not surprising, since no one really believes in death after life at 20. then the emperor makes you a general at the tender age of 22. fortunately for him, you & bff make a frighteningly competent dream-team, and the joke's on cetagandans.

then, several years later, you ask the emperor for weapons, because you still sleep on the bare cave floor, there are little resources, and every ghem on the planet is trying to murder you. he offers you the hand of his granddaughter instead, like it's some sort of twisted fairytale, but you grow to love your olivia more than anything, and the tide of war is finally turning, and you allow yourself to entertain the idea of peaceful life, and then...

the space eugenecist empire nukes your hometown, killing your mom, dad, surviving brothers, and two hundred thousand of your people. plus your bff (ezar) gets a radiation doze large enough for it to cause severe cancer thirty years later. great.

but you win! your district is in shambles, your capital is an irradiated crater, your castle is in ruins, but you win! the old dorca dies, and yuri ascends the throne, but politicking is secondary to the fact that you are alive.

yes, you are probably not entirely sane, and you've long forgotten what the peaceful times look like, but you are alive, just under 35, and your entire life is ahead of you. olivia is alive too, and ezar, and you now have three wonderful children, and the extended vorpatril-vorbarra family that hosts regular get-togethers. sure, your mom-in-law is a betan with all sorts of crazy ideas in her head, but she is not pierre vorrutyer. small mercies.

but then the new emperor goes mad, and decides to murder your entire family overnight. your brothers-in-law are gone, one of your sisters-in-law too, and all your nephews and nieces except little padma. but all of this pales in comparison to the facts that olivia is murdered, and that your heir and daughter lay dead beside her.

all you have left of her, of your house, of the family you've lost in vashnoi not a ten years ago, is aral, whom you keep by your side throughout the bloody civil war to put your bff on the throne.

but you win again. you are 43, and ezar vorbarra is now the emperor. you are responsible for the imperium's entire ground forces. you are also responsible for a severely traumatized boy of 13, and the only children you've interacted with without olivia's genle guidance were little messengers of guerilla companies.

what a mess.

[ex0toxin]

its her. the ween. @w4rigari

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Fear and Sadness are the two most bottled up emotions by Disgust and THE ONE TIME they are actually allowed to come back to the front, it was because Regina was hit by a goddamn BUS

More Mean Girls × Inside Out crossover

The climax of this AU is literally just Disgust trying to take over the entirety of Regina's mind during the Mean Girls fallout scene between Katy and her. Disgust attempts to dominate the console by claiming that everyone else is only slowing Regina down, and that Disgust can replicate all the other emotions by herself because she believes she can do their jobs better (spoiler alert: she cannot <3).

Obviously, an emotion cannot imitate another, so she screws up what Fear was supposed to be there for and doesn't pay attention to the fuckign BUS that was about to hit her. She finally call Fear and Sadness out of their timeout corner and yada yada, don't suppress your emotions, lesson learned, you get the gist of it.

[wardingshout]

Family for day 6 of SpeSilverWeek! Edition uuh found biological and crime I guess...

[petercushingscheekbones]

I lolled at Dominic Treadwell-Collins (producer of Rivals) literally saying, Tony is completely heartless in the book but while he is still horrible in the show we had David Tennant playing him so obviously we had to figure a way to get him be a little heartbroken too:

(another fun fact is that the bafta scene was inspired by Dominic Treadwell-Collins’ own bafta falling on his head and giving him a concussion)

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

I DON'T have a favorite ship dynamic I DON-

...fuck-

[gophergal]

You've always been a delicate disaster

[howlerbat]

ever since I found out it was a thing in the books I need Daniel to call Armand ‘boss’ in the show. Like I think it would fix me.

[miyakuli]

I just love how "Mastermind" song is as much a great villain song as it's a great love song

[worthedging]

thinking again about Car Guy Edgeworth.

I think part of why I'm so enamored with this specific headcanon is the conceptual contrast between "elegant refined snob" that is his basic vibe, and "closet gearhead" that this implies. I feel like he Knows Things about cars and is also a car part snob, it just feels inexplicably correct to me.

also iirc in the anime he drives a car that's very specifically a Known Car Guy vehicle so that lends credence there (don't quote me on that, though, the Car Guy I knew had a pet BMW)

but SPEAKING of the Car Guy I knew, the man was a street racing enthusiast so i have some personal experience as a helpess passenger in this area, and I invite anyone bored enough to read this to imagine the following:

Mr. Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth sitting at a stoplight at like 2am (peak street racing time, as unless you're downtown in a major city the 2am roads are often empty in stretches, and I'm sure LA outlying areas are similar) in his nice-ass bright red sportscar when some douche pulls up alongside and starts revving at him. he gives them a look of fathomless disdain. light turns green. he instantly peels out at mach fuck, smoking the other dude. for about two minutes he's going like 160mph down an empty highway in the dead of night and is the smugest, least-stressed person currently alive on planet earth.

a cavest: now, I don't know if I could ACTUALLY see him so flagrantly violating traffic laws, but I believe in my heart that he is lowkey tempted every time he sees an empty road and a douchebag in a souped-up car revving unnecessarily. I bet he finds that obnoxious.

(also don't @ me about traffic laws and safety, like Phoenix I am a grown-ass man without a driver's license and am not responsible for what the lunatic whose car I was in decided to to. this is simply a general commentary on my experiences as a passenger in a vehicle owned by a Car Guy who Loves To Go Really Fast)

[moeblob]

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