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Star Trek Voyager 5x11 - Latent Image
Janeway: It's as though there's a battle being fought inside him, between his original programming and what he's become. Our solution was to end that battle. What if we were wrong? B'Elanna: We've seen what happens to him. In fact, we've seen it twice. Janeway: Still, we allowed him to evolve, and at the first sign of trouble? We gave him a soul, B'Elanna. Do we have the right to take it away now? B'Elanna: We gave him personality subroutines. I'd hardly call that a soul.
Latent Image Gifset series Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
#b'elanna torres#kathryn janeway#the emh (doctor)#star trek voyager#voyager 5x11#latent image (voyager)#voyager edit#trekedit#star trek edit#and here we see the results of seven#prodding janeway with a pointed stick#i'd bet janeway barely slept after that particular debate#but i think what's sometimes lost in the discussions of this issue#is how onboard b'elanna is about this clean cut solution#and that's because b'elanna is an engineer#give her a clear cut solution to a problem#and she'll happily execute it#especially since programming the doctor#is out of her skillset#but she's manage to bludgeon the doctor's#unwieldy subroutines#b'elanna is equally as skeptical of the emh's sentience as janeway is#she's just more blunt about it#in the end she has something to think about too#i love this episode for everybody
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my favorite scene redraw from S5E13: "Migration"
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fanart#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#ladybug#marinette dupain cheng#ml ladybug#luka couffaine#westy doodles#comic#tales of ladybug and cat noir#ladybug and chat noir#YEAH SCENE REDRQW#i dunno this is just one of my favorite episodes!! and i love this scene so much#i love how it plays out and i love marinettes expressions#and just wanted to draw it in comic format!#first time drawing luka as well??? howd i do????#also everybody lets PLEASE collectively ignore my gradeschool handwriting okay#i hate fiddling with text adder so i just write and i kind of hate it but we're dealing with it!!#mlb redraws
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his magic is so PINK and FLUFFY and PRETTY! I love it!
I'm ready to process the Diasomnias now, buckle up
#art#unique magic posters#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#meanwhile at the super awesome kalim dream base#anyway I KNEW IT! I KNEW HE WAS A DREAMWALKER!#VALIDATION#love me a unique magic that is only really useful in one extremely specific and exceedingly unlikely situation#sure was lucky that silver was on the island huh!#okay everybody i am about to be even more embarrassing than usual over anime characters. hold on.#but i am ALL OVER silver right now. just really really enjoying him!#i love that his reaction to all of this is anger. i love that his reaction to malleus is basically 'how DARE you'#my boy is full of righteous fury and he is going to make it everyone else's problem#his deeply-ingrained respect for mal and lilia is such a big part of his character that it's just.#always such a nice character moment when that breaks!#like when he yelled at lilia during endless halloween night! granted it was lower stakes then but. still.#it'sgoodstorytelling.jpg#meanwhile sebek is over in a corner sobbing and going 'what is HAPPENING' which is its own brand of deliciousness#god. this game really does just slam its fists down onto all of my personal 'I LIKE THIS' buttons.#and now they give me silver's beautiful pink fluffy cloud dream palace. find me a chef to kiss because MWAH#i can't believe they cut it off RIGHT before we were about to learn his backstory. i mean i absolutely can. but you know what i mean.#i have to know the meaning of the shitty acorn bracelet. twst. twst please.
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(separating this into its own post bc I need the validation of the radiostatic enjoyers)
Alastor absolutely believes that everyone else ALSO thinks that Vox is the most charming and attractive demon in hell, it's just an objective fact - just like how Vox is an annoying clout-chaser constantly trying to upgrade himself towards more and more validation
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Like imagine, for whatever reason, Vox is at the hotel and he's bitching about Valentino, and Alastor is nearby because he doesn't like or trust Vox alone in HIS hotel.
Vox: And then the fucker said that he only sleeps with 10s AND Vox! That absolute bitch, how DARE he?! After everything we've built!
Alastor, confused: The distinction makes sense. I fail to see how THIS is the thing you take fault with, considering everything else lacking in the moth.
Vox, mortally offended that his rival-crush ALSO thinks he's ugly and trying to pretend he doesn't care about it: uh, FUCK YOU?!
Alastor, now both confused and offended: If he included you in the scale, no one else would rate a 10? Although I suppose it is true about what they say about television rotting the brain, if your offense is taken at a rare show of consideration and NOT the publicized and continuous cheating. Ha ha!
Vox is so caught off guard that his screen immediately glitches, and it's not until he does a full system reboot that he can even RESPOND to what Alastor just said.
Alastor is making fun of his flimsy technology when Vox comes to.
Angel is cracking up in the background, watching this entire thing go down.
Vox has no idea where to go from here.
#radiostatic#staticradio#staticlovetune#fic#mine#alastor#vox#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin vox#i had to make this its own post bc its too funny to me to not#its just even funnier to me if Alastor also doesn't realize that not everyone thinks Vox is the most attractive demon in hell#he just thinks its such a fact that it doesnt even occur to him to be embarrassed for admitting it#bc he's just like: Vox? that sellout? yeah hes the best looking demon in hell but that doesn't stop him from being an annoying clout chaser#Alastor sees Vox exactly like that one phineas and ferb episode where Phineas had to take out Isabella's cuteness to not break the tracker#like obviously Vox isnt a 10 because if HE'Sincluded on the scale then literally no one elsewould rate#Alastor voice: Why are you glitching and turning purple I'm insulting your intelligence here#Everybody Loves Vox AU
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nap time
#robin#beast boy#teen titans 2003#teen titans comics#teen titans#correct me if i'm wrong#but there were literally no episodes about their relationship and i feel robbed#beast boy is his annoying little brother but they love each other#also bb is an attention monster#he needs everybody's attention all the time
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introducing a friend to star trek after they already know it’s the basis for your personality is a little strange because it’s sooooo silly but is also the most fundamentally earnest portrait of deep human truths in the universe but they cover these actors in latex every day and say a lot of made-up words very seriously and they have a LARP machine on board and whoopi goldberg is there sometimes and it will change your LIFE but in a way where i’m completely normal about it
#star trek#tng#i started her with ‘clues’ and it went very well!#you really get to meet everybody in that one and see them all doing their jobs#(deanna’s job is sometimes to get taken over by aliens)#i think she would really have loved the ds9 première but i decided 42 minutes and the bright lights of tng were a better on ramp#she said she’ll watch another episode soon!! taking suggestions
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Call me crazy for reading so much into a show like House MD but I think the main theme of House is that despite doing everything perfectly and being a good person, shit happens.
Sickness and pain will be inflicted on you and your loved ones and there's nothing you can do about it, but to persevere, to fight for your life, to keep living despite it all - to love is a part of the human condition; our capability of love is what makes life worth living, despite all the pain that you will inevitably experience.
This show exemplifies the pain of living and the needs and desires of human beings to keep going despite it all
And idk... There's something beautiful about how a show with so many stupid whimsical dumb scenes can impart something so profound in my stupid little brain
#im crying btw#ugly crying thinking about how much i love this show#shit happens and its normal and itll be okay#heph is being sappy again#this show giving house 1000 bad omens and giving him happiness only to rip it away and im just sitting here#house md#malpractice md#hatecrimes md#it is of course not the only theme of this show#but its the main one#theres also everybody lies#and theres also YOU CANT! ALWAYS GET! WHAT YOU WA AAAANT#anyways the yaoi is great but i love the interpersonal relationships between the doctors in my doctor drama show the most#its easy to obsess over hilson but like#its not just about hilson for me#heph.txt#btw im still on s4e13#im scared of the season finale everyone keeps telling me to brace myself#also even from the start this show is very much about pain (house and his physical pain and also his emotional scarring#and every season and episode we watch him cope with his pains with drugs and destroy himself and it hurts so much :[#houseypie
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steve harrington but it's that jeff winger moment from community. if u have seen community, u will know... my first stobin-centric piece <3 tw for parental neglect and a prior act of self-harm. this is absolutely on the steve harrington has bad parents train <3
“Steven, this is ridiculous.”
Robin freezes in place. Her hand hovers over the remote she's just placed back down, her limbs locking up one by one at the sound of the voice at the door.
It is not a familiar voice. She knows who it is all the same.
She fights not to move, knowing the couch springs, old and rusted, threaten to reveal her hiding place, even if it is her house. Robin is very much allowed to be here. Expected, even.
But Steve? Steve is not.
It’s why there’s one Christine Harrington on the dingy porch steps.
It’s an unwelcome surprise — even after all the fuss of the 4th of July, a thousand police sirens, endless NDAs, and too much blood on his uniform, Steve’s parents hadn’t shown.
Out of town, Steve had said, his bashed in face making it impossible to read his expression. His eyes were haunted and misty but Robin couldn’t tell if it was from the horror of the night or… a loneliness far older.
So Robin had done the fussing. Had dragged him home with her, shooed away her rightfully nosy parents, and mended him up on her bathroom counter.
Steve had been silent, a little wide-eyed as she worked on each cut, each bruise — but with her gentle touch, he had been helpless to do anything but melt beneath it.
He’d called her Robbie for the first time that night. They’d fallen asleep with their hands intertwined, her arm hanging off the bed to reach out to him on her bedroom floor.
Robin still hasn’t met Steve’s parents, even though it’s been more than a couple months since that night.
She’s been to his house countless times too. She knows where the spare key is, if she ever loses her own copy, that is. Knows which stair squeaks on the way up to the second floor and how the lock on the downstairs bathroom gets jammed too easily.
She’s eaten the best grilled cheese of her life in their kitchen, sitting on the counter.
She’s laughed so hard she’s cried on their couch, getting the throw pillows wet with her happy tears.
She’s still never met Steve’s parents. Til right now.
Christine Harrington has her arms wrapped tight around her frame and Robin has no doubt that on her face is a frown that could make babies cry.
She can’t see her face though. Can only just see a glimpse of her tense body from where she sits. Steve blocks part of her view, his own tense frame in the doorway.
He’d answered the door instead of Robin only because he had the foresight to glance at the front window after the first rap at the door. It was late. Robin’s parents certainly wouldn’t knock at their own home and neither of them were expecting visitors.
The expensive car in the drive, a sore thumb along Robin’s street, had given away the identity of just who was knocking so late in the evening. So, Steve had opened it.
“Mom—”
“I mean utterly ridiculous.” Steve gets cut off without second thought, Christine continuing on as if she hasn’t heard him at all.
“Did you expect us to spend all evening chasing you around? Figuring out where you were tonight from the Carlton’s across the road?”
She’s got this snippy tone that Robin’s heard a thousand times from teachers. Patronising. Too cold for it to seem like a genuinely concerned parent.
“The Carlton’s?” Steve echoes, a bit meek. His shoulders have rolled forward, sinking down a bit and Robin can see his tight grip on the door. Still, she stays frozen, rooted to the couch.
“Yes, Steven.” Christine says his full name again, all bite. “Imagine the shame your father and I felt hearing that. Hearing who you had been associating with.”
“Don’t say that.” Steve grits out immediately, anger bleeding into his tone.
The muscles in his back ripple as he forces his shoulders back, as if he had remembered how to stand up straight at the mention of his friend.
Robin aches; at the reminder of the stark differences of their upbringings and at Steve’s unquestionable loyalty. She finally unfreezes, sitting up a little straighter and leaning forward more— ready to spring up from her seat.
She’s not sure what for exactly. She sorta really wants to go slam the door on Steve’s mom’s face and go back to being bundled up on the couch with him. The urge is strong enough to make her fingers twitch.
“Why are you here, Mom?”
There’s a strain to Steve’s question, even though he doesn’t falter in appearance. Robin can’t see his face either though. She hopes it’s got the bitchiest expression Steve can muster.
“Don’t be smart, Steven.” Christine reprimands coldly. “I know that we may have taken a larger absence than intended but that’s not any excuse to parade yourself around with the strays of this town.”
Strays. Robin feels the word pelt into her and burn into her skin, sinking all the way down. It feels like cold water has tipped down the back of her neck. An unwelcome pit forms in her stomach.
She had known, of course, the reputation of a family like the Harrington's. She hadn’t quite known the extent they would go to protect it. Policing your child's friends over a matter of image is absurd.
Somehow, Robin can see how Steve grows even tenser at his mom’s words— hackles raising like that on a dog. His knuckles turn white. But before he speaks, Christine is barreling on like she hasn’t just slandered every one of Steve’s new friends.
“And to leave the house in such a state?”
Robin hears her sigh heavily, as though this really is the biggest problem in her life — which she can’t fathom in the slightest.
There was nothing wrong with Steve’s house. No mess beyond the usual evidence that someone, you know, lived there.
“Mom, I—” Steve starts again.
“Well, I’m sure you have your reasons. You always do.” She says it so pointedly, like Steve was known for peddling lies to weasel his way out of trouble.
It’s so un-Steve it makes Robin blink hard, wondering if she had heard right.
Steve was honest. He owned his mistakes and he took things on the chin. It was something she had liked most about him in the beginning.
Back when it was all snark and Robin told herself she was never going to be his friend, in this universe or anything other. That even then, reluctant co-worker and nothing more, Steve was honest and decent to her always.
“Now, come on now.” Christine Harrington huffs out her demand. “Your father is waiting in the car and there no use winding him up more than you already have.”
Robin’s stomach turns at her words. It had been a topic of discussion between them, one night weeks ago, lips loosened by the dark. I feel like a dog to them, Steve had admitted quietly, his breath against her pillow and his warmth under her sheets. Like they just leave alone most of the time but expect me to perk up and come running the moment they call. I hate it.
“I’m not coming with you.”
The words stammer on their way out like he had forced them out— and Robin wants to sing she’s so proud of her best friend.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not coming with you.” Steve repeats himself, the words a little firmer this time. “I’m… I’m spending the night here, with my friend Robin.”
He trails off, the words weaker, losing steam. Robin rises to her feet, the tell-tale squeak of the couch springs letting Steve know she was still here. Still right behind him.
It makes him stand a little straighter.
“I— I’ll come home in the morning.”
Christine Harrington makes a little scoffing noise, a high pitched faux laugh as if Steve’s said something amusing.
“Tell me when did I raise such an ungrateful brat?” She muses meanly and Robin doesn’t miss the way Steve flinches lightly. “We give you free rein of the house, apt time by yourself, and yet when we request you to spend a single evening with us—”
“You’re not asking, you’re demanding.” Steve cuts in, his voice more heated now.
“Oh hush, Steven. You act as if we’re so awful.”
It’s all dismissal. Everything, every word, a dismissal.
“I just can’t win with you, can I?” Christine sighs again, disappointment dripping from the sound. “Either we’re not here enough or we’re here but you can’t find time to have dinner with your family. Which is it, Steven?”
In the doorway, Steve begins to bristle. Robin really, really wants to slam the door now — if only to stop this conversation that seems to keep cutting deeper and deeper into her best friend.
She steps closer to him, moving as silently as she can, and makes sure to stay out of sight as she places a hand gently on the small of his back.
He’s shaking, she realises.
Her heart twists painfully in her chest.
Then, deathly calm, Steve says, “Did you know in 7th grade, I lied and I told everyone in my class that I got appendicitis?”
Robin blinks at the change in subject, the strangeness of Steve’s comment. She does remember that, vaguely. A boy in the year above— it had been a wildfire rumour that had turned out to be true.
Or so she thought. Staring hard at the planes of Steve’s back, the pit in her stomach yawns with an anticipation of devastation. Her hand on his back curls up a bit.
“You and Dad were gone for the whole month to Washington. It was the first time you had ever gone for that long and you didn’t even tell me until the day before you left.”
“Steven—”
“I just wanted someone to worry about me.” He steamrolls on, tone too casual for the story he was telling. “And it worked."
A beat.
"But then Cassie Lange asked about the scar.”
Robin’s hand on Steve's back twists up tighter. She feels like she knows what’s coming— but wishes it to be not true.
She doesn’t want to think of Steve, little twelve year old Steve, doing all that he can for a scrap of attention he was supposed to be getting from his parents.
“And rather than admit I’d lied…” The words come out too tight. “I went and found your sewing scissors and I made one.”
There’s this icy bite to Steve’s voice, his shoulders tensed back up. Christine still hasn’t said anything.
“I hurt like a bitch but it was worth it. I got a card from every single person in my class.”
“You wanna see the scar?” He asks— then he’s moving, his hand rucking up his sweater and shirt and exposing the skin of his stomach. Christine makes a noise like a muffled gasp. Robin feels a bit sick. Steve drops his shirt.
“And I kept all of those cards I got —all 17 of them stashed them under my bed in a box that I still have til this day.” He exhales through his nose. “Because it was proof that, at some point, somebody actually gave a shit about me. Because you didn’t. You didn’t then and you don’t get to now.”
His words hang in the air. There’s a long stretch of silence where Steve stares down the woman on the porch— someone closer to a stranger than a friend.
“So, I will see you at home, tomorrow.”
And then he slams the door to Robin’s house shut with a finality that shakes the air. Robin tenses up at the loud noise. Steve doesn't move, just stays staring at the closed door.
Behind them both, one of the noisy pipes in the house makes a loud noise. It sounds worse than usual as it breaks the silence.
Outside, Robin hears the click of heels on the pavement as they quieten, moving further away.
The pit in her stomach tightens immeasurably, a faint bile taste in her mouth. She finally remembers to smooth out her hand, pressing it flat against Steven’s back— another reminder that she was there.
If he wanted to talk or he didn’t, she was there.
Suddenly Steve sighs, an exhale so large that he shrinks down a couple inches, his shoulders dropping. It sounds exhausted.
He finally turns away from the door, to Robin, and she can only hope her face conveys every ounce of love, of support, she feels within her chest.
“Steve…” She breathes softly.
He wasn’t crying but just the sound of his name, spoken so delicately, seems to inspire tears. Robin catches the tremble of his lip and moves without thought— throwing both her arms around his neck and wrestling him into a hug.
Steve goes easy, his arms snaking around her middle and holding her back so tightly it nearly makes her squeak. She doesn’t though— just lets him bury his face in her neck, taking these big shuddering breaths, these half-formed sobs that break her heart clean in half.
She doesn’t know how long they stand there. Car engines drone as they pass by the street. The streetlights seem to get brighter. Steve presses himself so close to her, as close as he can, and Robin hugs back just as tight. She gives him all the time he needs.
She wonders if there’s an indent of him on her when he finally pulls back — a Steve Harrington shaped outline imprinted on her soul. It feels like there is.
If she could trace it, she thinks, it would be whatever shape love takes.
“Thanks Robbie.” He croaks out. He’s started scrubbing furiously at his face and she can see the wet sheen of tears as he wipes them away.
Robin doesn’t move far, just unwinds her arms a bit and lets them fall back to her sides. There’s an ache between her brows from how long she’s been frowning in concern. Steve looks more disheveled than usual, his usually perfect hair looking flatter — but he looks lighter too, somehow.
“No need to thank me, dingus.” She says, voice soft. She faux punches his chest and then regrets it when his lips don’t even twitch upward. It’s weird to see Steve all undone.
Robin thinks back to that conversation and the callousness of Steve’s mom. Her uncaring tone, the use of his full name like an insult.
She thinks of what Steve had said.
“I’m sorry you felt—” The words get stuck in her throat which grows thicker as she thinks about it. About a self-made scar on Steve’s abdomen, made by a twelve year old boy who just wanted someone to worry.
“—That you felt like you had to do something like that to yourself. I’m sorry no one noticed what you really needed.”
Steve nods slowly, his eyes glazed with a far away look as he stares somewhere over Robin’s shoulder. He gives this little shrug, a little huff through his nose.
“It’s okay.” He says, voice a bit distant. “I mean, it’s not but… even if I hadn’t meant to tell you, I’m glad someone knows now.”
It takes another second before he finally seems to shake himself from his thoughts, turning to properly look at Robin. His eyes are red-rimmed and the tip of his nose is pink. Tell tale signs of tears.
“I’ve never told anyone that before.”
Robin swallows thickly and it takes effort to choke down the urge to cry.
“Well,” She starts. It comes out too high pitched and tight and she clears her throat. “Thank you for telling me.
Some kind of smile plays on Steve’s lips, as if he can tell that she’s fighting off her sniffling and it’s sorta funny to him. It is, a little.
Because instead of being embarrassed or feeling pitied, he feels… delightfully surprised to have her care so much. To be so upset on his behalf.
“Oh, c’mon Robbie,” He gives her that same faux-punch in the shoulder she did earlier and it actually succeeds in making her lips pull up at the edges. “None of that.”
“You’re such a dingus.” Robin says. It comes out a bit wobbly still. Sue her— she doesn’t have Steve’s insane ability to bounce from one emotion to another in a single second.
Steve grins. He wanders back to the couch and flops down onto it. Robin follows and when she sits down, it’s a fraction closer to him this time. He gives one last scrub of his face, wiping the last of his tears away.
She nudges him with her thigh. She has to check just one more time.
“You alright?”
Steve smiles, crooked in that way that lets her know it’s completely sincere. He reaches forward and presses unmute on the remote, the film they’re watching starting up again with a buzz.
Steve presses his thigh back against Robin’s and in the dim lighting of her living room, his eyes glitter with an emotion that threatens to make her want to cry once more.
“Course.” He says. “I got someone checking up on me now,”
Another pointed nudge of his thigh against hers. “I’m better than ever.”
#everybody say it with me now: OOF#the writing of this episode is so good and i simply cannot resist the brainworms when it fits too well#i love making them hurt so they can comfort each other <3#robin remains to this day the only one who knows the truth about that scar#stobin my beloved#ruby writes steve & robin#... new tag used shlay#steve & robin#steve harrington#robin buckley#stobin#platonic stobin#platonic soulmates#stobin ficlet#stobin drabble#i love these besties w all my freaking bones#idk tell me how i did. or dont. but please#steve harrington has bad parents#steve harrington whump#steve harrington hurt/comfort#platonic with a capital p
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if the theory of sam reich being replaced by .. evil wizard dalton reich (and i cant believe i am partaking in this discurse) is true..
i've seen some people asking the question about what those childhood tapes mean. Well i am one of the ancient ones that owned vhs tapes and you know you could replace whats stored on those tapes with overwriting it with new material but it would slowly degrade the quality as the magnetic tape the information is stored on isn't necessarly made to be re-recorded on indefinetly which would also explain the degrading quality of the gamechanger episode.
So my theory is that dalton reich wants to erase sam from history and to do this he is slowly erasing any proof that could hint on sam and dalton being two different people. One thing he appearantly needed to do is overwrite these old vhs tapes of sams childhood.
#game changer#dropout tv#Sam Reich#having worked in an archive i think depending on quality of the tape and what generation it is#you can record and re-record on it 5-10 times#which would fit the loops on the episode kinda#listen i wanted to be cool but i love time loops OKAY#I am actually in disbelieve that no one tackled sam to the ground#like brennan did during the dance thing in the “second place” episode#and screamed “DANCING IS A SIN”#to keep Sam from kicking the god damn camera#i also feel like i've been hexed with the wenis curse#you see all those text about it and think.. well... how bad can it be? truely?#and the answer is simple#EVERYBODY DO THE WENIS#THE WENIS IS A DANCE#EVERBYODY IS A GENIUS#WHO KNOWS IS IN ADV (gunshoots.. sirens blaring in the background.. and a wet thud sounds right next to you)#also.. not to be like alu head levels of conspiracy but by now the nimber of accounts#saying the dropout cast should be hunting down sam as the final game changer episode of the season#is suspicious to me#like... if that turn out to be a fixitman situation of people being IN on something#am just going full balls to the wall riz gukgak tatooing night yorb on his chest levels of insane by now 👍#also the sfx needed thing#reminds me about how jacob always does his own buzzer sound#because clearly the normal buzzer sound was always there#also.. the red shining buzzer reflecting in the prompt screen..that wasn't always that way right?
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God. God. This episode literally gave us everything.
#i love a good sweaty episode#but it's particularly lethal when everybody gets the baps out#also this color on klinger's skin is so chefs kiss to me fucking hell#max klinger#margaret houlihan#thirstcapping#m*a*s*h#mashblogging#mashposting#the merchant of korea#s6e15
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i cant get over the whole time in the real world rick just sat there watching over morty and when he woke up finally rick sounded SO happy the way he just yelled his name excitedly the second he woke up,,,
#i miss them already….#AND ALSO AT THE END. MORTY WAS KIND OF IN A WAY WHAT STOPPED RICK FROM JUMPING INTO THE HOLE TO SEE DIANE.#you saw him like look sad for a second that he wouldn’t get to see her but then his expression changed to a firm one when he decided he was#-going to put mortys picture on the wall and then his little smile after he did… morty isn’t dianes replacement hes even better than that#THATS HOW I SEE IT THOUGH. one of the biggest appeals of r&m to me is just how they are eachothers absolute favourite and they outweigh-#-everything the others ever known. i think this episode really showed that alot.#despite everything he’s seen and experienced mortys biggest fear is rick not caring about him#and like. that’s funny bc that’s a thing where everybody knows for a fact that’s literally impossible#the biggest contributor for why SO many things in the show have happened is rick loves morty more than anything#also that one part in the whole sequence with them growing up where it showed r&m drinking togehter that made me so happy bc like#it was one of those moments where i was like. Oh yeah duhdoy i almost forgot they’re going to be best friends for ever and ever#hhhgg. so many good things so much so much. also im probably not going to touch this episode for a week lol#i Need time ok.#rick and morty#rick and morty spoilers#odiespeak
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anybody else think about the size. of henry peglar. or lack thereof, really
#the terror#the heron speaketh#henry peglar#watching the terror again for the Dont Worry About It-th time just to look at my favs in the background lurking#and i just. i love episode two bc he not only looks puny bundled up in that big fuckin coat but he IS puny jnust standing#next to everybody#and yet he still hauls better than goodsir. i love my dense little man
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GIRL, NO!!!!
Outing someone by extension at the her job is some wild shit an immature Pink Person would do, and her bestie just encouraged her!
These two wee little lesbians are one whole ass problem for Hiroko and me this episode! Hiroko's backstory was, I don't know, odd-ish, but Risa and Ayaka deciding to make this about them is a queer wrong I cannot support.
The only thing I truly took away from this episode is Honda Yuya has always been trying to get Hiroko a girlfriend since Day One, and I hope his character is going home to a man every night.
It's okay, Hiroko. If nobody got you, Yuya got you.
#ayaka is in love with hiroko#this was such a wild episode#like I couldn't even focus on the colors#because every scene was another odd choice#the colors mean things#and it means Ayaka is being really reckless#color coded girls in love#and Ayaka wants to declare it to everybody
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oh no, I love them
(super quick doodles done between other stuff, there will be better things later I promise :')
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#spoilers spoilers spoilers#me when the shroudparents walk in: what. why. what is this.#me thirty seconds late: never mind they are AMAZING#i mean yeah idia kind of offhandedly mentioned it way back when#in episode 6 when he was like 'my parents have to wear special equipment to deal with the debilitating effects of the curse'#'and to hide their identities as a french electronic synth-pop duo' I GUESS#no no it's okay. mrs shroud you are kind of insane and i love you#GROUP HUG EVERYBODY!!!!!#mr shroud you put up with a lot but somebody's gotta remember to do the paperwork#daft punk bert and ernie is the best possible dynamic for them#and THEY LOVE THEIR ROBOT SON#i'm so happy for ortho#(hovering around the subject of dreamworld ortho. ...we'll get to that)#man though now that i know what they're like#when idia busted in to show them how he built himself a replacement brother#mrs shroud was probably just like 'this is exactly what i would have done. let mama give you some pointers on joint mechanics'#i know i'm in the minority on genuinely unironically loving overblot idia#(YES he's weird but it's a weird i'm into!)#i am DELIGHTED by the design parallels. he looks like his dad!#but with his mom's ears!#ah it's so good
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The X-Files | S04E06 Sanguinarium
#just another day in the fox mulder babygirlification mines#i'm down here with my pickaxe and davinci resolve and lots of love in my heart#txfedit#foxmulderedit#tvedit#tvgifs#90sedit#the x files#fox mulder#david duchovny#txf#abbey gifs#BY THE WAY i do think it's a crime that nobody made him feel pretty after he spent the entire episode having these moments of insecurity#and tbh i am simply feral for the concept of scully being like 'everybody wants to be beautiful yeah but you already are!!!!!' I Want It#also extremely fierce that they didn't give scully the insecure moments this ep. she KNOWS how hot she is and thank god for that!!!!!
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their dynamic (homosexual relationship) means everything 2 me
#can we talk about them forever please .?? 😇#bc they’ve been in love since the amsterdam episode and barely anybody talks about it ….#luckily i am brave and courageous and i will carry the burden of being the one to shove them down everybody’s throats : )#teehee fr tho#how many times do i have to say they’re in love before the producers of ted lasso get on here and tell me i’m RIGHT!#this was fun to make i should do it again#i love scrolling thru insta and seeing a picture that makes me think of them it’s so FUN!!!#sorry to my followers who don’t care about them . You will .#jan maas#richard montlaur#janchard#jan x richard#ted lasso#also is the last picture clear or am i overthinking it …#it had the caption ‘me and my bf were fighting’ or something but i got rid of it to fit the text message aesthetic#whatever YKU GET IT!!!
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