#awkward dorks

[karihighman]

This scene for Brendon and Laura oh my goodness I was worried for them for a minute there when they were first caught… and then their awkwardness in the second half of the scene during the phone call was priceless. Spot on for them really because neither of them wanted to mess this up so they just kinda had to stand there and hope they’d manage to get out of this situation unscathed 🫣🙃😧🫠

PS: the last two are definitely meme worthy…and showcase Kevin and Britt’s in sync expressions haha 🫢🤭 I just loved this ep!!

[jaymang0]

POV: Luffy just touched his shoulder for the 99th time

[petalsfordany]

Courtney Eaton unintentionally being a comedian and wonderful

[glorious-spoon]

i love eddie diaz with all my heart, but it's the kind of love you have for a wet cat who's trying desperately to pretend that they Did That On Purpose, and that's why i simply cannot get on board with the idea that he is in any way smooth

[kissingarthurclaus]

I've always wanted to do one of these so thank you sm @pearlswife for making the template!

I wonder if the Professor will finally make the leap today ☺️💖💖💖

BONUS no tv filter version!

Taglist♡: @crushes-georg @changeling-selfship @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @squips-ship @sunflawyer @cherry-bomb-ships @in-true-blue-love @miutonium

[shiningstarr15]

I am asking, no BEGGING this fandom at this point to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE start depicting Vanessa more as a silly, dorky, awkward, girlfailure loser. Bc THAT IS WHO SHE IS.

Yes she is attractive, but she’s also just an absolute disaster. She’s a disheveled mess, she has massive eyebags, can’t do her makeup worth shit, pulls her pants up to her fucking belly button, walks like she’s a goddamn question mark, can’t talk to people (or animatronics) worth shit, literally MOCKS people (that is CANON), and literally just has no idea what she’s doing at any point whatsoever.

She’s a dork ok. She would rather play video games than literally do anything else. She has a glittery pink journal with goddamn puppies on it, she bakes cupcakes and has rainbow hair extensions. She put toe beans on a RABBIT costume when RABBITS DO NOT HAVE TOE BEANS. DORK!

Even in the MOVIE, she’s a soggy loser. She threw a man’s sleeping pills in the river, she threatened to SHOOT a man on sight if he ever brought his kid sister back to Freddy’s. She asked said man to dance in the most awkward way possible, and she actively built a fort with a bunch of ghost kids haunting animatronics.

So please. Literally on my hands and knees BEGGING this fandom.. MAKE HER THE SILLY DORK LOSER SHE IS. She’s not a ‘serious’ character. She’s overly anxious and screams at people bc she can’t control her own emotions. Take a better look at her character and I promise you’ll see it!

PLEASE!

[strawbunnydoesart]

guys can i just be her please

..ACTUALLY WAIT I FORGOT I DID THIS

omg I am her /j

[arip8228]

I CANT ANYMORE Bro fr went "Nice... Towel" and proceeded to go through all 5 stages of grief. HIS FACE AFTER HE SAID IT 😭 I'm not ok.

[brawlmetaknight]

[numbersarescary]

mark:

helly:

mark: *awkward should-I-kiss-her smile*

helly: *awkward wants-to-be-kissed smile*

me: god, I love this series

[vacz]

HEADCANON: BEAST WIRT BEING A LEADER WITHOUT NOTICE IT

I always found it so cool that most of the fans put Beast Wirt as the main leader of Bad End Friend (Because he is my favorite bad end) but taking that on Wirt's character I'm not sure if he has the will to be the leader of a group full with villainous and rebilious teens, who some of them are actually possessed by eldritch beings or straight up adults

Then I thought "How could it be that Wirt became the leader of this dangerous group?" So here is my HEADCANON

Basically... He adopted them

At first it was Bipper who started to look for alleys, and he convinced Beast Wirt and Ice Finn to help. The thing is that most of the new members came from the unknown, so it was Wirt's area. They were too complicated to convince with words and he couldn't just fight them, so instead he got the idea to offer them a nice place to stay (Beatrice's old house) and some hospitality, while he waited for Bipper to do the whole "deal thing"

When they were in a more comfy place, most of them turned less defensive and started to feel comfortable with the surrounding and Beast Wirt's presence, and with time Wirt brought more and more people to stay in the house, as a result it became like some safe space for this broken souls, and Beast Wirt took his time to know each other, and oh god, he could NOT sympathize with them

Something incredible was when Bipper offered them the deal to join them, most of them turned back but when it was Beast Wirt, they didn't doubt any longer. With little effort Wirt won the trust of these different dimensional beings by only kindness

But the most fascinating thing was that when they finally left the unknown, they constantly returned to go back to the house. Not only because of wanting to plan the world domination but mostly for passing a good time with their new friends. Even so, when they have a problem or an issue, their first instinct is to ask Beast Wirt for advice, even if they know that he doesn't have any experience with conquering worlds, and when they have discussions they look for Wirt's approval to be the final word

Even so, is not only their perception but also Wirt's actions contribute into this believing of him being the leader:

He was the first one of the main trio to interact with them

The house they all live in is HIS

They all reunite in HIS domain (the unknown)

He is the easiest to reach when they need it

He usually is the one who prepares the food and cleans the house

One of the only reasonable brains around the house

If there is a fight between the members, he is the first who tries to stop it

When things get bad he is the first to take charge and tries to find a solution

He turns horrifying when he gets TRULY mad so they better don't mess with his patience

He is openly caring with the little ones

He is able to call out or stop someone's bullshit, even Bipper's

They know that Bill makes deals to gain something. Since they aren't sure what Beast Wirt could gain if he helps them they think his help comes from a genuine care, which that makes him more trusty than Bipper

And the most important, he is the only one who can stop Bill's bullshit, and seems to have some control over him

Basically he has Mom authority in the house

Bipper is a little bit jealous of how everyone seems to show more respect for Wirt than him, but he tolerates it because at least Wirt's idea was a success and now he has all the alleys he wanted so bad, even more than he could have imagined, and also when things go ape shit he doesn't need to take all the responsibility, so Bipper learned to be fine with it.

The funnier part about this, is that Beast Wirt didn't realize everyone's belief until they pointed out. At first he completely denied it and insisted that it was Bipper's idea to look for other people in the first place, but with their explanation he realized that he is indeed: The Leader of Bad End Friends

[mrmeepsmadmind]

neurotic carrier and his neurotic carbon copy son

' i'm SO glad ironhide is getting too dusty to function anymore. we won't have to deal with HIS crazy ass soon-'

the evil ironhide idolizing cliffjumper who's somehow even MORE violent than him:

father and daughter. mother and son.

Single old parent ironhide wants to get with single old parent optimus & optimus wants to get with him ! & theyre like this is gonna go great! Cliffjumper is getting along excellent with bumblebee! They're already best friends 😁😁!! cliffjumper hugs bee, secures their matching friendship bracelets bee made for him out of melted bullets (cliffs suggestuon) then stomps over to optimus, stares up at him, & says fuck you

[numberoneredriotfan]

I imagine that as adults Deku says the most romantic corny shit with the most serious of expressions in public and Rody has a love-hate relationship with it

Deku: *Introducing Rody to someone* This is my husband, Rody. The person whom I adore the most in the world and would break all of my bones for if it meant I got to see his smile-

Rody: Can you PLEASE stop saying stuff like that in public.

[starcraftt]

|| inquiries, concerns, and maybe a kiss here and there.

inspired by one of my headcanons.

warnings : nothing really! nervous johnny nd fluff + fluff, a bit of awkwardness because of these awkward dorks. includes a bit of profanity. 

authors note : fucking love golden hour sue me.

pairing : johnny cade x ponyboy curtis [ the outsiders 1967/1983 ]

word count : 2.2k

summary : after an awkward inquiry, johnny finds solace in ponyboy.

links : explaining 'golden hour' 😭 ; quotev link ( has a self made cover and gif ! ) ; ao3 link ; wattpad link

" it's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world .

hands shoved into his pockets, johnny cade hopped up the stairs to the curtis household, half tripping on the last one, and stumbling to balance. he reached out, taking the doorknob in his right hand and pushing it open.

it clicked open just like normal, and johnny stepped into the house, taking in the silent essence of the building. such a different contrast to what he had of a home. darry, who had heard the door open from the kitchen, directed him to ponyboy; per request.

a single knock was all it took for pony to let him in. as the brunet sat back at his desk, working on what was presumably homework, johnny settled himself a seat on pony and soda's shared bed, legs crossed and hands rubbing up and down his thighs in an attempt to warm up slightly.

"where's soda?" johnny asked, trying to spark a conversation as the only sound filling the room currently was the scratch of a pen against paper.

"he's out with steve," pony answered after a beat of silence, obviously distracted by his homework.

johnny pressed his lips together to shut himself up, nodding at pony's answer and gazing downwards, mind racing as the air filled up with a pen scribbling at paper once again.

minutes passed, and the silence was deafening to johnny. and so, unlike himself, he spoke up once again. "hey pone . . . can i talk to you?" he asked, hesitance clear in his voice.

pony, like he sensed how discomforted johnny felt, looked up from his homework―finally―and concern painted the younger's gaze. "sure johnny," he said, setting down his pen to scoot closer, sliding on the bed and matching johnny's position.

legs crossed and facing each other, johnny debated on what to say. thankful for ponyboy's antsy patience―which included silence. johnny watched pony’s fingers tap on his knees silently, eyes laser-focused on the action before he snapped out of it, opening in his mouth in preparation to talk.

“some broad asked me out today,” he said in an attempt to sound confident, like dally, in the statement. he should be proud that he was finally noticed―especially by a girl. a pretty girl, if he could point that out.

“really?” pony seemed just as shocked as johnny had been when the question was asked. the two youngest members of the gang didn’t catch that many eyes to say the least.

johnny nodded weakly, hands only more fidgety as he continuously ran them up and down his jeans. “is that a bad thing?” pony asked, taking note of johnny’s worried demeanor.

johnny shook his head, “no—no,” he mumbled, averting eye contact with ponyboy as he shook his head again. it seemed like he was mostly just trying to convince himself that it wasn’t something bad. “i don’t know,” he admitted.

pony pursed his lips in confusion, waiting for an explanation silently as his green-grey eyes watched johnny intently. johnny still didn’t look up, gaze focused on soda and pony’s shared bed.

“i’m just worried i’ll mess something up. i haven’t even gone on an official . . .,” he trailed off, embarrassed to admit he hadn’t even been on a single date. “or kissed someone,” he mumbled, voice hushed to an almost silent whisper.

“oh,” pony spoke, matching johnny’s hushed voice. sure, pony didn’t go on dates, but even he had kissed a girl before. briefly. accidentally. really, he shouldn’t even count it as a kiss. “c’mon johnny, it’ll be fine.”

johnny nodded silently, hunching into himself, thinking back to the girl who had even bothered to look at him. blonde—two would definitely like her—, nice brown eyes—seems like dally’s type—, dresses appropriately—darry would like that—, seemed tough—similar to evie, who was steve’s girl—but sweet talking. like sandy; soda’s girl. practically the kind of someone johnny would be looking for. if he had been looking. he hadn’t, but apparently she had. and she had liked what she saw.

“so why’d you come to me?” pony asked, looking at johnny still despite the fact that the raven-haired male wasn’t looking anywhere near his eyes.

johnny shrugged. he and pony always mutually went to each other when they had a problem. “it seems like your only problem is that you’re nervous johnnycake,” pony offered with a simple smile.

“no . . . !” johnny attempted to argue, shaking his head as he boldly forced himself to look back up at pony. “it’s just . . . what do i tell her if she asks about previous girls? if i’ve kissed anyone? or what if she tries to kiss me and she turns out to be someone shitty?” johnny half exclaimed.

“just tell her? or deny it?” pony offered lamely, rubbing a hand up and down his own bicep. johnny looked up at pony like he was crazy, shaking his head as he ducked his gaze down once again.

silence overwrapped the two again, a wall of awkwardness between them. pony didn’t understand, and johnny didn’t know how to explain. which was quite odd, as the two almost always could communicate silently. but now they just seemed to be avoiding gazes. 

johnny was meeting the girl this weekend. it was friday. late, on friday. he had a barely any time to steel himself up all tough and rough—because that’s what girls liked. dally was living proof of that. nobody that was somebody would like a quiet, nervous, scared someone that skitters away at anything that makes him feel bad.

habitually, his fingers started fidgeting with the end of his jean jacket, the corner of the fabric in between his pointer and middle finger as it rubbed against the sides of his fingers. it often soothed him—the feeling of rough fabric.

his thoughts were scattered, a something of worries, stress, and nervousness. maybe all the same thing, but he just didn’t know what to do. just try and avoid the subject? try and let her lead the conversation—well he’ll probably do that anyway—? duck his head away if she leans in for a goodbye kiss?

or . . . just stand her up? he could handle not going. he forced his hand to stop fidgeting as he extended the thought.

maybe just hang out with pone, listen to the younger read aloud a book. ponyboy had just recently started a new book, and johnny had listened to pony talk about it briefly. for some reason that sounded more fun to him then going on that date. 

listening to the youngest curtis brother rant about the characters, hands gesturing wildly as his grey eyes sparkled with the excitement of someone finally listening to him. it was cute—was he allowed to think that about another guy? johnny mentally shook his head, letting out a breath.

cool it, cade.

he let his eyes subtly look up at pony—head ducked down so he was looking through his eyelashes—, and johnny let himself really look at the male. maybe he was staring, but the appearance of ponyboy stopped him from looking away. 

he felt weird, admiring another guy, but he admired soda all the time. figured that was just friendly jealousy of the others appearance. he didn’t quite know why pony always talked about how he wished he looked more like soda. 

sure soda was movie star handsome, but pony had more of a silent handsome; one you might have to look for, but it was so clearly there. brown hair clashing with a red hint, that green in his eyes that he hated but loved to deny, and the smile you rarely saw these days. johnny had the pleasure of causing it most of the time. 

“hey—“ his paranoia spiked as pony suddenly look up from his mattress to meet the black eyes of himself. he tried to make it seem like he hadn’t been staring, but that didn’t seem to be what was on pony’s mind. or he actually just didn’t notice. “—what if you just kiss me?”

johnny’s jaw dropped. what, was he crazy or something? “what?” he breathed, not sure if the words actually left his mouth. if his thoughts were crazy before, then they couldn’t compare to this.

panic, shock, surprise, and, against his will, a small hint of interest. that part of him wanted to hear pony out instead of shutting him down immediately. and somehow, that tiny part of him won because he stayed quiet to let pone speak.

“i mean, if it makes you feel better,” pony mumbled, eyes darting down back to the bed, suddenly bashful, as the brunet started fiddling with the edge of a blanket—just as johnny had been with his jacket just moments ago. “you know me and—and you can say you’ve had your first kiss,” pony explained, quiet still.

both their eyes trailed down to ponyboy’s hand, still messing with the blanket as they waited for johnny’s answer. the air thankfully only felt awkward. not suffocating, no pressure held between the youngest and second youngest.

johnny swallowed, nothingness scraping against his throat as his mouth was dry. like their movements were syncing together, both gazes looked up to meet each other’s, black against a swirl of green and grey. 

the raven haired nodded. head moving the tiniest bit, but still enough to let pony know that—sure. yeah. whatever ( it wasn’t ‘whatever’ though, and johnny knew that. fully ).

“how do we—,” johnny started, cutting himself off with an ‘um’ when he suddenly got distracted by pony’s eyes. the green in them was emerald. 

his breathing picked up noticeably when pony adjusted himself to lean on his knees, inching forward. closer. with the amount of breathing room johnny still had, he sucked in a breath, hoping he’d remember to breath. 

when pony was practically in front of him, johnny felt his stomach drop in nervousness. his lips parted slightly, wondering if he should close his eyes now or . . . not.

heart pounding in his ears, sure that pony could hear it, his breath hitched when the brunet was only an inch away. while he felt too nervous to meet pony’s eyes, he forced himself to anyway ( better then staring awkwardly at his lips ).

“you sure you want to?” pony asked, probably sensing the waves of nervousness filing off of him and taking it as fear.

johnny nodded immediately, “yeah,” he whispered, barely audible; an obvious crack in his voice. he was unsure if he just was indifferent about kissing pony, or if he wanted to. he didn’t figure he’d be this nervous if he didn’t want to.

time stopped throughout the excruciatingly slow moments of ponyboy closing the gap between them. minutes, hours, all disappeared when their lips pressed together. the left wisp of space gone with johnny’s ability to breath. 

he squeezed his eyes shut, everything focused on the person now in front of him. ponyboy curtis. his best friend. first kiss.

when pony’s left hand reached up and rested against johnny’s cheek, he finally found the will to kiss back, swallowing down the distraction of his pounding heart as he pressed forward the tiniest bit.

it was probably only after a few seconds, but they pulled away, keeping a couple inches of space between them. breathing heavy from being deprived of air for what seemed like a long time, johnny found himself urging for more. the tingling feeling of pony's lips spread over his own. he didn't know why—he wasn't queer—he was feeling like this; a buzz of adrenaline and dopamine fuzzy in his brain as he mindlessly wondered how pony would react if he kissed him again.

johnny shook his head internally, suddenly aware of the situation as he felt the warmth of pony's hand still on his cheek. it would be stupid to lean in again— . . . because pony was already doing it.

the brunet had connected their lips once again, johnny's eyes widening slightly, and almost chasing after pony's lips once again when the younger pulled away abruptly, panic apparent in his gaze. 

"shit, johnny, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to," he mumbled guiltily, pulling away fully this time. hand now off johnny's cheek and a good amount of space between both of them, the cade could finally think. not straight, but his thoughts were less fuzzy then before. and he could finally tell that his thoughts were racing. of both emotions sorted to be figured out, and thoughts that seemed like they should be more in dally's mind.

"no," johnny spoke aloud, scaring himself with his sudden words that him and his brain hadn't discussed fully. "it's fine."

and those are the words. those words. he hates them—because it's not fine. johnny enjoyed it. to fuck with it all—he did. and he doesn't, know, why. he's never found pony attractive before. never took notice of the simple way a few strands of hair were askew from the rest, heavily greased. never bothered to look that closely, or feel the urge to reach up and brush it out of the way of his eyes.

never noticed. never bothered. and now he was.

if he was maybe just a bit bolder, he might've pulled ponyboy back and kissed him again.

but he wasn't.

he was johnny cade.

and he was going to have to settle for cancelling that date tomorrow.

maybe pony would read him a book.

[ladydaybreaker]

Hello world I am Khori maxing again.

teasers for “Living Life on Hardcore”

Nori’s brows wrinkled as she turned away from the, frankly amorous, couple. She took a sip of her lemonade as she walked through the house, desperate to find a corner that was quiet…and preferably without anyone else that she could hide in. She turned a corner, dodging past a football player chatting up a cheerleader, only to run into someone and spilling her lemonade all down the front of their shirt.

“Oh! Oh my goodness I am so sorry!” she gasped.

“Nono!” a soft tenor voice replied, “Was my fault, I wasn’t looking and I ran into you…”

She looked up at the man that she oh so horribly assaulted with a red solo cup full of lemonade. He was…actually very cute. His skin was tanned and the hands that held the cup she’d dropped were calloused, as if he’d spent most of his time working hard outside. His hair was night-dark and curled into cloud-like waves that fluttered just to the nape of his neck. His jaw and cheeks seemed as if cut from stone, Michelangelo’s David had nothing on him, in fact…it’d be envious of him. But, his eyes though were what caught Nori’s attention. Pale, like the very moon outside, silver-soft and ice-bright, and they seemed to look right into her very being.

Her heart gave a funny little stutter-flip as her cheeks heated up in scarlet bouquets.

“Sorry, Miss,” he apologized as he gently handed her cup back to her, “I didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you ok?”

“I am now…” she murmured, dazed.

“Sorry?”

“N-Nothing! N-Nevermind!” she sputtered, “I uh…I-I um…Sorry for kinda maybe sorta dumping lemonade all over your nice…t-shiiiirt?”

“Oh,” the little half smile he gave nearly stopped her heart then and there, “Don’t worry! I’ll just run up and change out of it later. I didn’t like this one anyways, I just got back from work and found my roommates threw a party. Without me knowing. I’m not one for parties,”

“…Y-Yeah, me neither,”

He gave a nod towards a set of glass french doors leading to a patio. “It’s quieter on the patio in the garden if you need a place to, I dunno, kinda destress and not get overstimulated. I know these guys’ parties can get a bit much. There’s a part of the garden that’s kinda off limits to the guys.”

“S-Sure,” Nori nodded, taking his offered hand and jerking back slightly as static electricity arched between their fingertips.

“Sorry, that might have been my fault,” he apologized as he opened the door, “But I didn’t realize you had such an electrifying personality, because you also look absolutely adoorable,”

Nori closed an eye as she stepped out into the night.

“That set of puns was awful,”

“Yeah…I know…” he searched his pockets, “Ah…shoot. I was gonna say they were tearable but I don’t have paper on me,”

Nori gave a soft little snorting giggle as she held a hand to her lips.

“You’re cute,” she smiled, “I-I mean weird, you’re weird, not cute!”

[scarstarved]

Ted Raimi as Scooter EDDIE PRESLEY (1992) dir. Jeff Burr