#i like that they're all very Pining...

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Was listening to music last night and thought of some songs that could (possibly) fit laughingstock! the ones that came to mind were "Everybody loves somebody" by Dean Martin, "I've got a feeling I'm falling" by Annette Hanshaw and "I wanna be loved by you" by Marilyn Monroe (pretty random? yes) I was wondering your opinion about them and what songs do you think would fit them! :)

stunning wonderful i can Especially dig the second one in relation to them - i can very much see Howdy singing it to himself!

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

I think I made some of you guys a little sad with my last post, so you can have some happy aftermath twins before part 2, as a treat ❤️

[s-h-a-s-e]

tfw you return to your home dimension only to find your house turned into a tourist trap and filled to the rafters with kids

based on this super cute fic that I love :)

close-ups and alts below the cut↴

[krysmcscience]

Saw this post and couldn't resist because,

1.) @tesscourtes' human!Bill is a lil cutie-patootie menace that I very badly wanted to draw, and,

2.) I have a - M I G H T Y - N E E D - for any version of human!Bill to find any way he possibly can to annoy Ford a whole lot :D

Also, 3.) I like to headcanon that Bill's knowledge in The Sciences is mostly limited to 'Ways I Can Make A Really Cool Doomsday Portal', and everything else he knows is just a slapdash mix of the stuff he remembers from whatever schooling he went through on Euclydia, a whole awful lot of lucky guesses (which he WILL gaslight you about if you tell him he's wrong), and - naturally - conning all the rest of the answers he needs out of any more educated saps who are unfortunate enough to be around him at the time (answers which he will then proceed to take credit for), so as far as I'm concerned, this "outfit" is perfect for him.

Ignore the shitty backgrounds, I am sick to death of doing backgrounds, I just want to draw goofy shenanigans, okay???

[sunciv]

noone (and i mean noone) will convince me that this:

wasn't followed by some intense makeout

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Everyone clap for me setting BOUNDARIES on my babysitting (said they have to be back by 10 so I can go sleep before driving tomorrow)

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

"Cuhut it out- you guys!" "Nu-uh, not until you're all perked up first! You don't want those gym challengers meetin' with an ol' mopey leader, do ya?" "Whitney's right, dear friend. No need to hide that beautiful smile of yours, alright?~"

What it takes to cheer up Johto's beloved ghost boy 👻💕

[zmediaoutlet]

The rot under his skin doesn't feel like rot. Pressing down doesn't make his skin sag and crumple, like a bruised pear, as it's been—other times, when the world felt like it was going to end. Or had ended. Hard to separate the two, sometimes.

Sam presses his head back against the cool tile wall, trying to center. He's not anywhere but here: a hospital bathroom, bleach and lemon-scent sanitizer, emergency lights glowing cool fluorescent white. The rabid's screaming behind two locked doors but that's been going on for an hour now and he can put it aside. Focus on the problem to find a solution. Over a life of messing things up this is actually something he's practiced at. Regardless of what follows.

The rot. Maybe not rot. Maybe something growing instead, a multiplying virus, a fungus spreading. There's heat in the thickening black veins under the skin and what feels like a fever crawling dizzy from the back of his skull and maybe that's where the rage comes from, too, whatever chaotic demand—for someone else to feel like this, for it not to feel as lonely as it does, in an echoing white room with screams for company. Sam feels carefully along the raised darkness in his chest, testing for that slippery nebulous line between thought and feeling and instinct. Trying to decide: does he want what he wants because of what's in him by nature, or from what has been trained into him, or because of some insidious growing blackness that's wrapped under and around his heart, infecting everything he touches with the wrongness of it. Familiar thought-pattern; familiar even with the dizzy unreality of fever. This is another thing he's practiced at.

Buzzing. His phone. D, glowing under his thumb, and he thinks: does he want him here because—? Or because—?

Man, you doing okay? "Dude, don't worry about me," Sam says. A snort. Have you met me? Pissy but Sam feels something settle in his chest, stretching his boots out on the tile floor, closing his eyes. Even with how screwed up it's been—his brother, free, being exactly as overbearing and rough-edged and careful as Sam had prayed for him to be, on his knees, begging help from whatever far-flung corner of the universe it might come. When it was as bad as it got and he thought maybe he'd never get that tone again.

Dude, tell me you aren't getting chewed on by darkness-zombies, Dean says. Sam smiles, tipping his head against the wall. Cool on his temple. "You get the girl safe?" A sigh. You're bad at changing the subject, but then—We're nearly there. Some kind of diaper blow-out emergency. Haven't seen sign of black fog, or—

He talks. Sam listens, his fingertips pressing against the thickest part of the growing under his skin. His throat feels thick and his head hurts and his chest feels—some way that's hard to pin down, although he'll try later, writing notes, making sure he's quantified the variables. In the meantime there's Dean's voice, nattering about the drive and worrying about the circumstances and wondering what the hell's taking the girl so long in the bathroom, it's always like this, and he should know, huh, considering the big ol' girl he got saddled with for a little brother, and Sam can see him leaned up against the side of the car in the sunlight with that furrow between his eyebrows that means he's worrying about twenty different things but knowing that he, Sam, is about five of them at various points on the list, and he wants—wants Dean here, on the tile floor under the emergency light with the smell of bleach around and wants Dean's skin bared under his and wants Dean's eyes wide open on his and wants to take that bare stretch of his forearm where that awful seared mark is finally gone and wants to—sink his teeth in, wants to have him, wants to pin him in one place and get his breath hot and shaking against Sam's own mouth and wants to make him—what?

Oh, here she is, Dean says. Okay. So—it's like a half hour more to her grandma's, and then flipping a U-ey and coming right back for you, huh? Couple hours, tops, you'll be seeing this handsome mug.

"Can't wait," Sam says, dry, and hears a brief hah before the line goes dead.

He holds the phone against his collarbone, breathing in the quiet after. Imagines darkness, spreading from the tender inside of Dean's elbow, filling him up inside. His eyes fever-bright, his hands clawing. What's in him a vile, awful thing. All because of Sam.

Thirty seconds, imagining. Feeling—it doesn't matter how he's feeling. Then he draws his heels in and stands up, forcing himself not to sway by gripping the sink so hard a knuckle pops. When he opens the bathroom door the rabid's screaming doubles in volume. There's still a chance to fix what can be fixed. Whatever else has to take a number, but if Sam's honest—some things he doesn't want to be fixed. He wouldn't recognize them, if they were.

[possamble]

realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

[citrine-elephant]

thinking about chris and leon, on their own, being grumpy and miserable

but when they're around each other it's that chaotic kind of friendship where you're up at ungodly hours cackling over the stupidest shit bcuz you're sleep deprived

and then they're yelled at to shut the fuck up cuz other people are trying to sleep-

[smile-files]

now this, this is fascinating!

even before any kind of reveal, test tube is under the impression that a contestant's existence is dependent on the game they're in -- she doesn't think this season should exist, that it's a mistake, and likewise, she doesn't think these contestants should exist either, that they're a mistake too: a mistake as a by-product of the mistake that is inanimate insanity infinity ever occurring as a season. she doesn't even think that these new characters could've already existed, living their own lives, just recruited by salt and pepper... no, she thinks they were made. and...

...oh. damn.

yeah okay the twist wasn't even a twist, was it?

[softpine]

behind the scenes 🎬 - compilation

[read the post] + answered questions: [elaine’s trauma] // [elaine’s flaws]

this is one of the first major instances we’ve seen of elaine choosing to keep the peace by not bringing up something that upset her (stevie lying). she’s unsure who is right or wrong, so she’d rather just smooth it over and stop talking about it. we’ll see elaine do this again with austin immediately after this, so it’s becoming a pattern for her.

i wanted this scene to have a melancholy, sleepy, small town feeling, so i thought a church would be a great backdrop. i spent literally hours decorating the church (i gave it a whole kids playground in the back, and a corn field on the other side), but then you only ended up seeing it for one picture lmao. i even had to change the lot size so i could put her car on the road more easily. anyway, there’s this sign out front:

i chose this quote because, to me, it’s a very unhelpful way to look at life: to disregard your own problems because someone has had it worse. like... no, maybe you’re not suffering as much as jesus, but that doesn’t mean you’re not suffering at all. we can see that elaine is choosing to hide her emotions because everyone around her is going through “worse” shit.

tiny thing, but when elaine is about to cry as stevie is walking away, there’s a poster right behind her that says “Don’t let depression keep you down” :)

[read the post] + answered questions: [xena’s dad?] // [why did coco get so mad?]

i learned how to use premiere for this one! it was really simple once i learned the basics. all i had to do was turn the TV into a green screen and then the rest of the editing was fun color grading stuff.

the clip from Xena: Warrior Princess is meant to apply to coco specifically. but i can’t tell you why yet!

“See how calm the surface of the water is? That was me once. And then... [throws rock] The water ripples and churns. That’s what I became.” // “But if we sit here long enough, it’d go back to being still again. It’d go back to being calm.” // “But the stone’s still under there. It’s now part of the lake. It might look as it did before, but it’s forever changed.”

since i had to rewrite some things and i don’t think it will come up later, i’ll just tell you why coco thought she could trust tom in the first place: she takes a business class with him and she thinks the answers he gives during lectures are insightful. she knew tom recognized her from porn, but he never acted like a dick about it, so this was actually a bonus for her. she thought she could use it to her advantage – who wouldn’t want to do a favor for their favorite porn star? lol. she's also noticed him at the sports bar she works at, and he's never caused any problems. he even tends to keep his friends in check when they’re getting too rowdy over a game. overall, she thought he was a pretty decent guy, but unfortunately he ruined that :/

casper has a pill bottle on his desk. you can’t see the label, but it’s xanax. he takes it when he’s actively having a panic attack. that’s pretty much the only thing he’s doing for his mental health at the moment.

[read the post] + answered questions: [was austin’s mom home?] // [suicide tw]

when the scene opens, elaine is rehearsing her apology to austin in the mirror. you could interpret this many ways, but my intention was to show that it doesn’t matter how elaine truly feels about the situation or who was right / wrong, she just wants the fight to be over. in contrast, austin has been giving it deep thought.

truthfully, elaine didn’t want to have a heart-to-heart about her feelings. she’s flattered that austin opened up to her like that, but she doesn’t actually respond to anything he wrote in his letter – she doesn’t talk about marriage or kids or the future, she just kisses him and talks about the immediate future (the dance tomorrow). the interesting thing is that even though austin talking about his feelings is like pulling teeth, he opens up to elaine far more often than she expects him to. he thinks this is what she wants from him, but she’s never actually said that.

okay, so, the gun! it’s the second time we’ve seen it now, the first time being when austin’s grandpa pointed it at elaine’s head in a state of confusion. i wouldn’t blame elaine for being scared of it, even though austin told her it’s fake, but instead elaine has no fear in picking it up and looking at it more closely. she only gets scared when she hears austin coming home. all i can really say in addition is that the gun's placement on the dresser was deliberate, as was the polaroid of austin & elaine being underneath it (in fact, that wasn’t in-game at all, i added it in photoshop).

[read the post] + answered questions: [how many times has jada predicted her mom’s death?] // [sylvia?] // [past/present comparisons]

something i find heartbreaking is that jada has completely warped her memory of her mom due to time, trauma, and guilt. she hardly ever remembers happy memories unrelated to aileen’s death. but instead of feeling any negative emotions for her mom (even if they would be warranted) she directs them all inward. we’ve seen this in her nightmares, where she imagines aileen to be a cruel representation of her own guilt. in this flashback, we see that aileen is concerned, but doesn’t believe that jada’s visions are real, and she even calls her claims “ridiculous” after knowing that at least one of them has come true. jada wanted to lighten her guilt by sharing this knowledge with someone else, but it only made her feel worse when she wasn’t believed. years later, jada still puts none of the blame on her mom and all of the blame on herself.

we have no way of knowing how much aileen really knew. she may have dismissed jada’s claims out loud in an attempt to protect her, while secretly believing her (or at least partially believing her). you can tell that something has shifted in her perception after she hears how the ride operator died, but she tries to use logic to assuage jada’s guilt – and perhaps, her own guilt as well. we know that in death, aileen will repeat “I don’t feel good! Will you take me to the hospital?” – something jada originally said, not aileen. it’s a too-late warning, a constant reminder that she didn’t listen to her daughter and it cost her her life. if jada got her tendency to worry from her dad, she got her guilt from her mom.

[read the post] + answered questions: [who did jada condemn?] // [alisa’s abilities]

i’ve said almost everything i wanted to say about this one, but i do want to expand on why alisa reacted so strongly in this situation. at first, it seems that she’s deeply offended by the insinuation that she would give someone bad advice just to cause chaos. however, it becomes clear that alisa is more offended by jada’s hypocrisy. sure, alisa herself will admit that she does unethical things with her abilities, but jada has killed people with her abilities. except... does alisa actually judge her for this? or does she simply know it will get under jada’s skin? she finishes their conversation by saying “Don’t, for one second, think you’re better than me.” but she doesn’t argue that SHE is the better person. instead, she says, “We’re no different, you and I.”

but i’m not going to tell you how alisa feels, whether she’s being genuine, or if she really does care about jada – i want you to draw your own conclusions :P

[azumasoroshi]

the shizu-chan song

just discovered the shizu-chan song by none other than johnny yong bosch. help me

id transcribe if i didnt have a final in 10 hours. maybe when i get back

oh nvm someone already wrote them out

this has similar energy as the bro duet song but like. in reverse bgskjdghjkgsd the no homo is for real

plus an animatic version and amv version because holy hell this is old

[the-busy-ghost]

Love that Wilkie Collins apparently kept getting letters from guys who were convinced that Marian Halcombe must have been based on a real woman, begging him to introduce them because they were desperate to marry her

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 17 / 31 * DAVE'S NIGHT OFF 」

March 3, 1986, Twin Pines Timeline(β)

Five months since Marty’s sudden disappearance. 

Linda doesn’t even have to pretend she doesn’t know exactly where she’ll find Dave when he’s not at home. If he’s not working, busting his ass taking whatever job that pays so he can keep funnelling it into the supplies to stock this cursed garage, he’s hunched over on the couch, buried up to his brain in papers that may as well be written in Greek for all he can read them. 

It’s the same place he spends most of his free time these days; surrounded by ghosts and a couple of Mom’s swiped bottles of vodka.

Not like she notices when a couple of them go missing. 

Dave once said he could hear Marty in here. Like he was still alive. Still here, because Marty’s not dead. He’s somewhere, God-only-knows, but he’s not dead because they only found one body in that parking lot and Marty had to be there because he was Doctor Brown’s fucking shadow—but since Marty’s body wasn’t there, just that truck and that poor dog—Einstein or Edison or whatever; some dead scientist—lying next to the body, according to the cops, that meant someone must have kidnapped him.

They're faint echoes, Linda, he'd said, three-quarters deep into a bottle, but he sounds happy.  

It sounds like bullshit, but it's far more than anything they have at the moment.

And it means, regardless of however tightly she has to wring her own heart to get even a single drop of hope out of it, there's a chance Marty is still alive. 

“How long have you been here today?” Dave pretends not to hear her. Or maybe he wilfully ignores her. Once, she knew how to tell. “Dave, face it. T—”  

“Shut the fuck up, Linda,” Dave snaps, and it takes every ounce of her resolve not to march up to him and slap him in the face for that. 

It’s grief that made him an asshole. It isn’t him. It has a way of burrowing into the deepest, most vulnerable parts of a person and poisoning them from the inside out until they were but shadows of their former selves. 

It’s already hollowed her out, stuffed her full of ice and made a cold, heartless bitch out of her until she was numb to the world. She figured that out when her mother’s broken sobs didn't spear her through the heart like they used to. As if it was her fault.

Why weren't you nicer to him that night?

That shouldn’t be an excuse. But she lets it be for Dave’s sake, and her own, because maybe, as fucking crazy as it sounds, they’ll just find that one in a million breakthrough scattered in the ramblings of a dead man. 

Who apparently claims he learned to leap through time. 

Some good that did him if it was true. He’s buried in Oak Park Cemetery, looking like Swiss cheese. Wasn’t time-travel supposed to help prevent exactly that?  

Maybe it could have saved Marty.  

Maybe it’s exactly what stole Marty away from them.  

“They’re going to tear this place down, Dave. In two weeks! T-w-o. And they’re not going to stop the bulldozers because you’re glued to that fucking couch. What good are you going to be dead? Do you know what that’s going to do to Mom?” She puts her hands on her hips and might have inwardly shuddered at how much she sounded like Mom if she had the energy.  

With Marty gone, she didn’t expect to be an older sister again. 

After a long, tense silence, she finally sighs. She didn’t come here to fight. “Did you eat anything today?” He’s swimming in his T-shirts now; they’re all but falling off his shoulders.  

Dave huffs, dragging his fingers through his shaggy hair. “Jen left about twenty minutes ago; she’s grabbing Chinese. You know, that place...where...”

Yeah. I know.

“I gave her some money. Then we’re gonna go back to this.” He spreads his arms, gesturing to the mess of paperwork that makes just as much sense as it did four and a half months ago.

“Are you staying?”

Linda says yes because a part of her, too, is trapped within these four walls.

[aragaki]

Hero Queen Lionheart

Weapons Master Cleaver / Master Flintlock Pistol

Alignment Good

As a Hero, she does good deeds for selfish reasons. The cruelty she faced as a child has made her both temperamental and praise-seeking. By doing good deeds the people of Albion love her but she doesn't feel any genuine attachment to them. At the Spire, her wish was for her family to be revived and was heartbroken that Rose didn't come back to her side when the other heroes left her.

Lionheart's legacy is that of a good and just queen, with her more brutal actions buried under the legend she left behind. She united under her reign by purchasing nearly all the land - with sponsorship from Reaver in exchange for a place in her court and the territories that didn't yield willingly were conquered. Her goal was to have a united Albion so that her children would never have to starve like she did. Being orphaned and left behind by everyone has left a hole that she tries to fill with things but no matter what she owns nothing feels like it belongs to her.

Before formally establishing the monarchy she married a Bowerstone noble, Albrecht, to help give her claim legitimacy. It was a business agreement between her and her husband and in exchange for becoming her King Consort, he would act as her ambassador and mouthpiece. Even into adulthood, Lionheart rarely speaks unless she's in casual company that doesn't know her or around those she trusts completely. Her voice is unrefined and she speaks less like a queen and more like a mercenary, so her husband must have more tact in polite company.

Albrecht, however, is not the father of her children. In another business deal, Lionheart conceived Logan and her daughter Marcela with Reaver to strengthen her Heroic bloodline and the chances her children would have abilities. Logan is Lionheart's favorite child. It wasn't something she intended but Logan was the first thing in her life that was well and truly hers, that could never be taken from her or leave her. By her second child, she finally felt more secure in her place in the world and was able to have a less desperate attachment.

Lionheart is a creature of revenge, having spent more than half her life wanting to avenge the death of Rose by Lucien it's almost all she knows. And even into her reign that hasn't changed. The cold realization that Theresa had used her, facilitated the death of her sister, and had her enslaved for a decade all to get her hands on the Spire has lit a dark fire in her chest. The latter parts of her life that weren't spent with her children were given to trying to find a way to hunt down and kill Theresa. It was on this path that the Lionhearted Queen was finally killed, having gotten too close to finally finding a way to put the seer down. Her body appeared on the steps of Bowerstone Castle, cold and dead with no signs of what was done to her.

The only one in Albion who knows would only give the future King a mysterious smile.

Perhaps it was for the best that Lionheart died when she did because if she'd lived to see the revolution led by her daughter, it might have been anarchy. In her eyes, Logan could never do anything wrong and would have supported all of his choices even if she was unaware of the Crawler and the darkness. Her legacy as the Hero Queen would shattered in the eyes of Albion's people if they realized that she never truly cared about them, her family would always be before the world.

If she had lived, it would be almost certain that she would have executed everyone who tried to rise against her son, even her precious friends. Walter, Swift, and Jasper would all come face to face with the fact that being a Hero doesn't mean one has to be good or heroic. Her second child would have never been able to sit on the throne unless Logan chose to abdicate, if she took it by force the hero queen would have forced her to give up her claim. Permanently.

And if Marcela chose to execute her brother? A five-star shock spell and a lifetime in the dungeon is a mercy compared to filicide.

I wrote this entire thing for that last section I was wondering how my Sparrow would respond to the revolution and the HoBW overthrowing Logan and the answer is. Not Good.

A lot of heads would roll, she would lightning the people who kicked her dog but using her as a standard to put down Logan? She would probably have cut Waler's tongue out at minimum. She just wouldn't allow the rebellion to happen and if it did it would still end with Logan on the throne after the Crawler was dealt with.

And of course her wanting to kill Theresa even more for manipulating her children and pitting them against each other. Lionheart is a good queen and can do good things but she not a good person y'know?