#he only has one braincell

[fantasma-de-la-cueva]

Alex Zabel según el fandom vs Alex Zabel según Miho Asada (y por lo tanto el canónico)

Ishido Shuuji acording to the fandom vs Ishido Shuuji acording to Miho Asada (and therefore the cannonical one)

Pd: el arte no es mío, lo encontré en pixiv, así que nada, si quereis ver el original ya sabéis donde

Eta: art’s not mine, found it on pixiv, so, if you want to see the original you know now

[brainworms-all-night-long]

You know what fuck you, Nines your Shadow poses

[beanghostprincess]

if they hadn't called out zoro on being unable to sit on the baratie's couch bc of his swords i'm like a 99% sure he would've just kept trying to sit next to luffy for the whole damn scene

[all-lee24]

101 days till DLC 🫶

[tommonikercomics]

I have been encouraged onto ACOTAR by some friends, thus, have some Tamlin 🙏

[oldblog-batsyheere]

I keep imagining this one scene- usually its Jason or Tim or Damian, or all the Batboys or the Batfam sitting there with cultists or the league trying to summon the ghost king- but put it as just Dick who is a little surprised that he passed the requirement of having died so he can be used to summon this eldritch being that rules the dead.

And when he's bound, placed in front of a Lazarus pit and everyone is still trying to reach him, the being is summoned- and Danny just lurches through the pit hacking and spitting and cursing because this ectoplasm is nasty, what have you people been doing to it?

And the cultists are expecting Pariah Dark. They demand he takes them to the real ghost king. And Dick just has to watch this being with snow white hair and glowing green eyes start to float up and take this sheen of other to him as he goes "yeah no".

And Dick is maybe a little drugged, and has a concussion, but he feels he has an excuse for what comes out of his mouth.

"Nightwing, come in. What's going on?"

"B, I think I found your next kid. I'm gonna marry him. Even if he climbed out of a Lazarus pit and looks a little spooky."

"-what?!"

[pixelateddork]

Drew a lil comparison of Lupin and Jigen compared to Jupin!

[zennibunni]

Farmer: explaining the many uses of the prismatic shard to Shane

Shane: prismatic chicken

[natelia-aldelliz]

Ghost : Ok, why do you baby Gaz so much, you do know he's a grown man, right?

Price : Oh come on, first off I don't baby him, second, jealousy doesn't suit you, third, he's the youngest of us, it's only normal that I watch over him a bit more, he's basically a baby, he just turned 27 last week!

Gaz : Damn, don't remind me, I feel old. But also like, maybe it's because he's the youngest sibling, but I do feel older than Soap most days, to be honest.

Price : Well yeah, you two are very close in age, but Soap's actually gonna turn 29 later this year, right Soap?

Soap :

Price : ... Soap?

Soap : Yep, sorry, yeah, wasn't paying attention, sure, I'm gonna be uh... 28? Wait no, that was last year, 29 right, ahah...

Ghost :

Gaz :

Price :

Soap : *avoids eye contact*

Price : How old are you son?

Soap : 29?

Gaz : Aren't you supposed to be 28...?

Soap : Ahah, yeah, that's what I meant, I'm 28, I'm gonna be 29... right?

Ghost : You're lying aren't you. You look like you're lying. Price, he's lying.

Price : What's your birth year?

Soap :

Price : ....

Soap, visibly counting on his fingers : 1994 !

Ghost, staring at Price with his look(tm) :

Gaz : Wait, you don't know your birth year by heart?

Ghost : No, he just doesn't remember the lie he said.

Soap : Come on, LT, what do you mean, a lie, I'm just your average 29 years old man, born in 1994, what do you want me to say?

Ghost : Johnny, you'd be born in 1993 if you were 29, I mean, if you didn't also lie about your birthday.

Soap :

Price, having had enough of today already : Okay, how old are you really. What's your real birth year.

Soap : ..... 1996 ?

Gaz : I'M NOT THE FUCKING BABY ANYMORE THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE !!!

Ghost, concerned : You're 26 ?? But your file said you've been in active duty for 10 years !

Soap : Yep 😁👍

Ghost :

Soap : Funny story, I was actually 15 when i enrolled, cause it was before my birthday, but yeah.

Ghost :

Soap : Don't look at Price like that, he knew all about me ~allegedly~ kidnapping a military officer and still wanted me, he's not gonna push me out because my joints are gonna hurt two years later than he originally thought.

Gaz : Wait, no, back up, you did what to a military officer?

Soap : Oh, I never told you? Yeah, he was really pissing me off, you know how it is-

Price : I'm going back to bed.

[scootarooni]

They mean the world to me

[triglycercule]

bad sanses

[rayewarrrd]

the talos principle 2 experience in a nutshell

[naurasweetarudesu]

Skarloey Railway's Instructions on how to deal with babies

except the baby is my ttte OC, Dewi Sri since I made AU where she desperately want to be accepted in SR so she can feel the warmth of family once more.

Kinda make a little skit of Skarloey "adopting" Sri yesterday

[mo-ok]

dream sentai team, I have dubbed them

Super Sentaisuke

[itsalongwaytotipperary]

Ángel/Ramiro ficlet thing

i wrote a silly little Ángel/Ramiro ficlet :) ~226 words. under cut!

“Ramiro,” Ángel says gravely. “There’s something wrong with this cat.”

So much for a “Hello, welcome back from work, how was your day?” Ramiro thinks. Then again, it would be odd for Ángel to say something so caring unprompted. Ramiro might worry he was ill.

“There’s nothing wrong with him, Ángel. He’s just a cat, that’s all.” Ramiro tugs off one shoe and then the other, feeling the exhaustion of the day press into his shoulders. He leans against the wall for support, wishing he was in bed. Asleep. Not standing here in the foyer, with his boyfriend dangling their cat in front of his face.

“And why are you holding him like that? It’s not good for his back.”

“He acts weird, Ramiro. I found him, staring at a cup of water on the counter. Just staring. He did that for five minutes. What kind of cat does that? It’s not natural.”

“Marghh.” says Marmelo, wriggling a bit in Ángel’s grasp.

“See? That’s not a sound cats make!” Ángel gesticulates with his hands, which is hard when you’re holding a 4.8 kilogram cat. “Listen! We need to take him to the doctor or something. The cat doctor. The doctor for cats.”

“The veterinarian. Give him to me,” Ramiro says, exasperatedly reaching for Marmelo. “you’re going to drop him.”

Ángel surrenders the feline readily, but refuses to drop the subject. “Shouldn’t we be… worried about him? I don't think that’s how cats are supposed to act.”

Ramiro ignores him. “You’re an adorable Marmelo, aren’t you?” He coos, scratching the cat's chin. “Tell Ángel you’re fine.”

“Mrrp.”

“Yeah.” Ramiro chuckles. “You’re fine.”