#bear fists

[sbgyri]

Another Krii7y art dumpppp

[shrimpyjackal]

i got these stupid kids scissors with stamp-like(???) blade & decided to test em out on watercolor paper but i cant just throw it away so look at this doodle i made-

i think i want to make a bunch of these but i KNOW i will not have enough patience

[pianokantzart]

The fact that he's literally had the exact same "I'm about to throw hands" stance ever since he was three I-

[damnesdelamer]

If you have a hammer, and everything begins to look like a nail, I think that might be your problem. When I have a hammer, some things look like nails, yes, and some look like anvils, some like molten metal, untempered steel, ornate metalwork, chisels, piano strings, walnut shells, piñatas, the stakes holding up big top tents, the sleepers beneath transcontinental railway systems, crumbling tenements, unfinished building projects. Some things look like fascist smiles. Hammers can be used for all sorts of things.

[gifs-of-puppets]

The Great Muppet Caper (1981)

[existingingrey]

백공죽 Extended Version

Sangcheol saving CNG from Ye Yeongsil's goons who came for the phone.

[onehundredfallenpetals]

Flower picking at night

[unremarkablehouse]

We all talk about the neck rubbing scene in Ice, but I think we need to appreciate Scully crash tackling Bear after he smashes the glass over Mulder’s head. This little 5ft flying squirrel gets filled with Mamma Bear strength and taking down a large man with psychosis after he attacks her Mulder.

I also love that Mulder is always impressed/grateful/proud whenever Scully takes someone down. He doesn’t pout and act emasculated, he is just like ‘that’s my partner…’

[hers-underwraps]

You know they're leaders when they're doing their stupid little hands-on-hip pose every 2 seconds.

Look at them!

They've always gotta have their hands on their hips...

Bye not the matching thinking poses!

Especially when they're together...

Like guys... this can't be normal...

I don't know if this is a habit that Dashi's picked up from being around Barnacles so much or if they are both just naturally more comfortable like this but it's adorable.

(I'd especially like to point it out in this scene when Dashi's like, "Yeah I'm just remembering what you taught me" and she automatically reverts to a hands-on-hip stance. I think it's a really cool detail)

Gotta love 'em.

[gemallass]

Accidentally made a 1,198 words ficlet as a sequel of sorts to this post

Cross-posted on Ao3 too if that's more comfortable

Can you imagine that's how Stan finds out that Ford regresses? 🥺

Without waiting for a proper response to his knocking he barges into Stanford's room, after all, Stanley is a man on a mission right now: Making sure his very intelligent but also knucklehead of a brother doesn't miss on a proper meal, which, could end up in two different ways.

Case one, he has to wake him up. Or at the very least get him conscious enough that he can get a bearing of his surroundings, and, hopefully, not feed the floor too much of his food.

Stan doesn't care if Ford ends up falling asleep on the table while he cooks something up for the both of them. He doesn't care if Ford blinks one eye at a time and eats even slower, which delays the task of washing the dishes and has him counting the stains on the ceiling for the next hour. And he certainly doesn't care if he has to guide or even carry Ford back to his room when he, inevitably, ends up falling asleep at the table again.

So long as he's not starving and overeating later, anything is fair game.

Case two, he has to convince him to get away from his work, which is never easy. And after having had a few arguments over eating (turned) cold hard food, bringing the meal to said room and leaving him to it isn't an option anymore.

They both know hot meals are a privilege, why waste it?

But they also know that the habits that once helped you make it to another day are hard to get rid of.

Stanley also isn't balancing the plate on his lap, either, when there's a perfectly fine table in the kitchen. Thank you very much.

He complains, mostly to himself, no doubt, about how he can feel his stomach disintegrating due to not having put anything in it--never mind the fact that he merely woke up minutes ago--but stops abruptly when he's inches away from the end of the bed-couch. And with a hand still hovering above the covers, he finally takes in the scene before him.

His brother, the interdimensional criminal, certified badass, owner (and creator?) of a hundred spacey-looking guns and the man that went through hell at the hands of a yellow demon--who Stan also wishes he could turn into his personal punching bag to use until the end of times--and still got out alive, with most of his sense of self intact, even, was sleeping with a goddamned plushie of half his height.

And with a dark blue pacifier in his mouth.

Oh, he's so not letting dear ol' Sixer live this down any time soon. He rubs his hands together while a mischievous grin appears on his face at the mere thought of a few remarks and jokes he could do.

After all, Stanley is not going to miss the chance to expand his arsenal of things to tease Stanford with. I mean, c'mon, he looks utterly and completely adorable! What's Stan to do? Ignore it and break the sacred sibling's code? Blasphemy in its purest form, he says!

Plus, the guy looks pretty relaxed too, a whole change from the usual deal. And vulnerable, which, did also differ a bit from the usual.

Hm.

That last thought brings his previous scheming and snickering to a sudden halt. He takes a seat on a free spot on the couch, careful to not touch the sleeping man at his side, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to let the peaceful atmosphere continue. Maybe even keep it from being disrupted.

Yeah, he could do that.

Because at last, Ford hadn't woken up at the slightest sound, and started pacing as if he hadn't been asleep moments ago. At last, Ford didn't seem to be fighting for his life when he was supposed to be the most relaxed, according to normal people (and verified by his fellow nerds). At last, Stanford hadn't jumped out of bed and taken the stance of a threatened wild animal when his brother, his twin, Stanley, entered his space. Something that he seemed to have learned for survival purposes--which Stan can also relate to--and that he doesn't really fault him for, yet that it came with a price when people close to you were involved. Hurting them one way or another.

Which, speaking of, he isn't sure if Ford would take kindly to him knowing about... This... That he does.

Stanley doesn't think anything about it. Really. Specially since it seems to be so effective on helping Brainiac sleep for once. And it appears to be harmless, so, who cares? Not him, that's for sure. But, if Ford had wanted him to know, he would've spoken or at the very least mentioned it, right? Back on the boat, there were nights where they slept on the same bed due to old not-so-happy memories resurfacing, or even just nightmares involving either them or the other, and they could use the reassurance that everything was and is okay and also that the other was safe and relatively healthy (some habits did start to catch up with them and did not mix well with the old man problems. (Cursed be the nicotine manufacturers on Stan's case)).

Did Stanford need it then and there but abstained from it to not seem "weird" in his brother's eyes? Please! Stanley ran a business in Gravity Falls for 30 years, for Moses’ sake!

Surely he knows that the jokes he throws at him are just harmless banter and that he never means it as a genuine attack, right? He must know he wouldn't judge him for something like this, right? Jeez, Pointdexter, I wouldn't hit you so low. Stanley thinks. Not again, never again.

Were it not for the--quite painful--pang and literal growl of his stomach, Stanley would have continued studying his sleeping brother and thinking about how to approach the topic. If at all. But alas, he's needed somewhere else. Somewhere with fresh food. And maybe coffee.

As gently and slowly as he sat down, he gets up, but freezes mid-way through when the still figure decided to not-be-so-still anymore. His brain scrambles for a way to book it out of there without making a sound while his heart beats in his ears. Finally, when he sees that Ford was definitely still asleep, and that he also feels his soul come back to him, he gives the rest of his body permission to continue working as usual. His lungs being the first to get back into action with a big release of air and subsequently an intake.

He glances back at his brother with a soft smile one last time before deciding to take his leave.

Stanford can have his secrets. Stanley would make sure to guard and protect them (and him). Ford didn't have to know that Stan knew, if that's what he had wanted in the first place. Stanley could keep his mouth shut.

Besides, it wouldn't be lying if it was never brought up. Nothing for him to deny, so, Stan is on the clear here.

. . .

Hopefully.

[crusaderguy]

Ngl, hearing this song again for the first time in years, this shit is low-key fire.

[damnikindadontcare]

Just remembered that you can see inside the kitchen at The Bear from the dining room and I just know people were watching everything go down every night. Like I can criticize the toxicity of that kitchen all I want but I know my ass would be sitting in that dining room leaning over my table watching and going “ooh dinner and a show”

[hircines-hunter]

Thea Icehammer & Galmar Stonefist

[hadvarandralof]

pigtails… don’t ask me why i’ve just had this idea haunting me for ages

[therealraewest]

I've gotten to Moon Knight's stint in the West Coast Avengers and I was a bit worried it would take the same route as the 1985 Fist of Khonshu run where Steven and Jake weren't even mentioned but

Everyone getting zapped by a mind control beam and MK looking... Pretty unphased?

Definitely not in pain like everyone around him, until

Oh hey Steven

And then Steven gets zapped and Jake out here basically running up and yelling "boo" (I love Jake Lockley so much)

Even though Marc has been ignoring/suppressing them for years at this point, the MK system came out to help Marc make a good impression on his new potential teammates

Love to see the system working together again