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Kyoshi: How do I like my women? HOT! 😤😤 How do I like my men? HOT! 😤😤 Rangi: How do I like my women? HOT! 😤😤 How do I like Kyoshi's men? In the ground! 😤😤
#yun: *says nothing he's in the ground* 💀💀#rangshi#rise of kyoshi#shadow of kyoshi#chronicles of the avatar#kyoshi#rangi#rangi sei'naka#rangi seinaka#me: *wakes up and a string of words form in my head* yeah this makes sense#i think my brain wanted to make a 'yun dead joke' for me and this is what it brainstormed TT0TT#I should walk away I shouldn't post this *posts it*#let's pretend this makes sense
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#spn fanart#my art#deancas#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#destiel#destiel fanart#let's pretend I know how to wings#and the hand raking thru feathers makes sense being so high :^)
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reminding everyone that the in-universe problem with The Doctor and The Master isn’t “ooo horrible nasty enemies who hate each other and don’t get along and fight all the time but are also in love”
the problem is that they get along. the problem is that they can’t stop themselves from falling naturally into a rhythm of riffing off one another and enjoying the other’s company. THAT is the problem. the problem is that it works and that’s the thing that caused all their issues. they like one another. they just click.
#doctor who#thoschei#the doctor and the master#the master#twissy#they’re also the two worst people on the planet(s) l#lol#it’s the person you can’t help having chemistry with#they almost don’t have a choice#they both know it too#sometimes one of them will pretend it isn’t true but it is it’s the very much mutually understood truth#the problem is they just like one another a lot#not even in a romantic way#even tho it’s romantic lol#they just LIKE one another !!!#what was that thing stephen moffat said#companions bring it up all the time too. it doesn’t make sense why the doctor lets them get away with so much. it frustrates every companio#when they see that the truth of the matter is that the doctor just LIKES the Master#the two kids every teacher sits intentionally far far far away from one another lmao
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The Ride (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader Pt 2)
Wow, I truly didn't expect all the love for the last post! Thank you so so much! Here's a part two baked fresh just for you lovelies! ;)
( Also! I'm going to work on putting together a masterlist for my fics for him since I have so many ideas)
Ps. please send me requests for this man i'm going feral over here from all the possibilities
Part 1 here
Benny x Bunny Masterlist
Word Count- 1.9k
-Minor NSFW Content-
Summary- You thought getting on the bike would be the hardest part. Having to unwrap your legs from his waist and get off at the end of the night was significantly more difficult.
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Despite the fact that you knew there were multiple people surrounding you, all cheering, your eyes were glued to Benny’s form as he swung a leg over top of his bike. He kickstarted the motorcycle, the muscles in his thigh flexing through the faded pair of jeans he wore. The engine roared to life and it took everything in you not to jump back. Benny glanced over his shoulder, and the look in his eyes all but dared you to run away, to take it back and return to the safety of the car.
But some underlying competitive streak in you flared and you clenched your fists tightly. You approached his bike and he took your purse and Tupperware bowl, tucking them away in his back compartment. He leaned forward and awkwardly swung a leg over his bike, attempting to repeat his action as you mounted, but the movement caused your dress to slide up to reveal a generous view of your upper thigh. Blushing, you glanced at the onlookers who cheered and whistled at the sight, but Benny seemed to ignore them. Without looking, he reached back, his hand enveloping your thigh, sliding it higher so that your foot found the footrest. Heat instantly blossomed from the contact and you physically resisted clenching your knees tighter around him.
“Hang on tight, Little Bunny,” he murmured as he moved his hand to grab your arm, gently guiding it forward to wrap around his waist. He revved the engine and you tighten your grasp over his waist, eyes closed as the bike began to slowly roll forward over the grassy field. The cheers subsided into the wind that tugged gently at your hair. You’re going on an adventure, it seemed to say, but you refused to open your eyes.
Heart drumming in your chest, you hoped to spend the entire ride with your eyes screwed shut, pretending to be anywhere else, anywhere safer. But then the bumpy and uneven field soon turned to smooth blacktop as he maneuvered the two of you onto the backroad. You felt the bike increase in speed slightly and you dared to peek an eye open. Corn fields blurred as you sped by, the setting sun seeming to light the horizon with a brilliant show of deep oranges and purples. A gasp escaped your lips and you pressed yourself closer to him in a desperate measure to not fall off, hands flush against the curve of his abdomen.
He rode with one hand, you realized, and it painted a picture of a cowboy in your mind. Had this been the 1860s, Benny would have ridden his horse like this, a model of a true outlaw with his dangerous persona and ruggedly handsome appearance.
The world sped by, or rather you sped by the world as Benny drove down the center of the yellow lines. You couldn’t stop the squeal that escaped you as he leaned the bike to go around a turn. He took you down roads you’ve never been before, pointed out interesting things and places you’ve never seen. True to his word, he didn’t go very fast, never faster than the speed limit at least. But regardless, it was an adventure – both frightening and fun and your heart never seemed to return to its slower rhythm. Despite the fact that you've never ridden on a motorcycle before and the uncertainty of your next destination, there was strange sense of safety that invoked you as you breathed in Benny's scent, hands clasped tightly to him. As the sun completely dipped below the horizon and the temperature dropped, he finally asked you where you lived.
When he did eventually pull up to your house (hours later), the rumble of the motorcycle seemed to echo off the houses, disturbing the peaceful silence of your quiet neighborhood. He cut the engine and the toe of his boot kicked out the kickstand, shifting your combined weights to the side slightly and the air was once again filled with silence. The muscles in his back flexed as he leaned back ever so slightly, his head turning to glance back at you over his shoulder.
He held an arm out for you as you awkwardly dismounted, heart pounding again. A strange sense of disappointment panged in your gut as the bottom of your heels made contact with the blacktop. You stood there before him, eyes now level with his as he remained seated casually on his bike. Keep driving, you wanted to tell him. Keep driving and let's find our way to the end of the world together. You wanted to hop back on the back and wrap your arms around his waist. You wanted to ride with him till the sun came up over the horizon, just this once, just because you’ve never stayed out till the sun came up. Your family would worry, your father would be pacing up and down the hallway just inside, but something in you longed to throw caution to the wind, to do something naughty.
You bit your lip as you broke eye contact with him and looked down to your feet. What were you thinking? You played life by the rules. You were a good girl, that’s what your parents called you. That’s what your teachers called you. That’s what you were raised to be. That’s all you knew how to be, what you were comfortable with. Benny . . . he made you uncomfortable. He filled your belly with butterflies, made your heart pump harder than normal, made the spot between your legs tingle. All things that dangerously threatened to upend the perfectly planned life you had. Trouble, plain and simple.
You got what you wanted – a ride home and a bit of excitement. You got close enough to the fire without getting burned, got to play a risky game for the evening. Now it was time for you to go back to your routine life. That perfectly . . . boring life.
“Thank you . . . for the ride,�� you said softly, the adrenaline of the adventure smothering into ashes.
He nodded and you watched as his cyan gaze moved from you to your house behind you. “You still live with your family?”
“Yeah,” you replied, heat touching your face. “Why?”
He looked back at you. “Just gotta know what kind of house you want after we’re married.”
“What?” you balked at him, stomach dropping like you just took a plunge off a bridge.
He smiled and leaned an arm forward, resting casually on his bike as if he didn’t just say something shockingly direct. He offered no help, just watched as you attempted to sputter a response.
“M–married? We . . . I don’t . . . even know you.” You breathed out a nervous laugh. You went for one ride with him! You had only had a handful of sentences exchanged between you, the majority of those spoken with a crowd cheering around you. Who did this guy think he was?
He shrugged as he slid his hands into the front pocket of his jacket and retrieved his pack of cigarettes. “We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other.”
Your eyes widened at his audacity. “I’m not marrying you!”
“Yeah? Why’s that?” He looked amused as he flipped open his lighter, the flame casting his face in an orange glow as he lit one of his cigarettes. Your protests wavered slightly as you watched his hands cup around the flame in an effort to protect from the wind and his brow furrowed slightly in concentration, the cigarette tucked between his lips. A phantasm of his hands cupping your breasts, his tall frame hovering above you, lips pressing softly against your collarbone tainted your mind and you took a step back to put physical distance between you and this man.
Swallowing thickly, you continued, “Well, I don’t even know your last name–”
“Cross.”
“–And I don’t even know if I like you!”
“I think you like me,” he said confidently and you snapped your jaw shut at the accusation. “Why else would you let me drive you home?”
“W–what if I just used you to get me home?” you countered quickly.
“Did you use me, Bunny?” he drew out the sentence with an almost painfully seductive smile. You furrowed your brow, irritation flooding your veins. He was quick, you’d give him that.
Benny studied the way your lips pursed and he wondered if that was something you did while you were angry or if it was your way of finding another excuse. He wanted to spend the rest of his life finding the answers to your facial expressions, the meaning behind your almost undetectable quirks he was discovering with each minute spent in your company. And my god, those those lips . . . his eyes fell down to those soft lips of yours, fascinated by how he wanted to feel them wrapped around his—
“Thank you for the ride, Mr. Cross,” your voice brought him back to reality as you reached forward and grabbed your purse and empty Tupperware bowl from his bike. “But I–I have no intentions on marrying you. In fact, I doubt I’ll ever see you again.”
“Hmm, okay,” he feigned being hurt by your words. “Whatever you say, kid.”
You shot him a frustrated look. “What’s with all the nicknames?”
He held up his arms in mock surrender. “You don’t like ‘em?”
"I don't think they're very accurate."
He raised his brows at you, unconvinced.
“Yeah? Well, I got a nickname for you.” you retorted.
“And what’s that?” He played along to your game.
“Trouble.”
“Trouble?”
“Mh-hm.” You nodded and lifted your free hand to brush the wind-whipped hair from your eyes.
He shrugged and spoke around the cigarette in his mouth. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been called that. You think I’m trouble, Bunny?”
An exasperated sigh left your lips and Benny felt a swell of pride at the reaction. This was fun, teasing you like this. The blush tainting your face, a clear sign of your flustered reaction, made his heartbeat quicken.
“Goodnight, Benny,” you said a little firmer as you turned and walked up the sidewalk to your house.
“Goodnight, Bunny,” Benny called out as he watched the sway of your hips as you climbed the front steps. You shot him one last look over the curve of your shoulder before you opened the front door and slipped inside. Benny sat on his bike outside your house, his mind reeling as he finished his cigarette. He hadn’t felt this excited in a long time and hadn't felt this kind of adrenaline since his first ride. This was a new kind of ride, Benny realized. Something exhilarating and arousing gripped his heart when he looked at you in your pretty little dress with your innocently wide eyes and pouty lip. The primal instinct of taking you in his arms and laying you down onto your shared bed, his body shielding you from the rest of the world played in his mind the movie. He wanted to grab your hand and show you just how exciting life could be with him. Not to change you, he’d make sure your integrity was protected, but to broaden your horizon.
And maybe it made him selfish, but Benny's never had anything as good as you in his life and because of that, he wanted to be your guide throughout every adventure going forward.
#I have no clue how motorcycles work#let’s pretend it makes sense#the bikeriders#Benny x Bunny#benny x reader#benny cross x reader#benny cross x you#austin butler#austin butler x reader#x reader#imagine#fluff#tom hardy#the bikeriders x you
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in a n o t h e r life
#criminal minds#criminalmindsedit#criminal minds evolution#cmevolutionedit#cmverse#cmverseedit#emily prentiss#emilyprentissedit#mine#edit#*#otp: you are who you pretend to be#internal*#I'M DOING GREAT THANKS FOR ASKING#wednesday night i was complaining that they don't mention emily being a spy enough and then i got this the next day BLESS#(now let her speak other languages!!! it's been years and i'm dying here)#sorry that i'm still this obsessed with the lauren storyline but i am and those eps look SO GOOD giffed (AND DIMPLESSSS)#(making the cm evolution gifs look even worse in comparison i am BEGGING you guys to shoot above pitch black)#ALSO it makes sense that tara (and luke i assume) doesn't know about her time in the task force#(it's not like emily would bring it up it's bad enough that the rest of her family knows about doyle)#but i am !!!! about her not and need tara finding out please 👀
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who else loves the painted lady 😌☝🏼
#katara#katara fanart#the painted lady#ive been in an art block and drawing katara is the only thing that helped me get out of this slump omg...her power😌#atla fanart#my art#the hair/hood situation is a bit confusing but uhhh lets just pretend it makes sense
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jane + being a terrible actor
#the trainee#the trainee the series#janeryan#offgun#off jumpol#gun atthaphan#thai drama#my gifs#bypiningbisexuals#THE LAUGH I LET OUT LMAOOOOOOO#this is hilarious & makes so much sense for jane's character#off pretending to be a bad actor is just too fucking funny
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my au's sun and moon after their first day/night out without the other. posting these because i have major art block and wanna post at least SOMETHING for yall BFGJHFGHKJF
(context for au below cut)
so in my au, sun and moon were originally two separate animatronics. they performed together at the theatre for a while. at some point, around the time bonnie was suddenly replaced, fazbear ent. LLC.'s profits went down. so, the company's ceo (who shant be named) provided the techs with a few ideas to save the company money, or make them more money to make up for the loss with bonnie's disappearance. one of those was scrapping sun and moon.
sun and moon were the techs' pride and joy at the time. but, with losing money (and being threatened to be replaced if they couldn't get profits up somehow), the techs decided that sun & moon's theatre performances weren't working. so, they put them in the superstar daycare instead of the theatre; a lot of adults kept being fired from the daycare and that was also losing the company money, so why not get rid of the human daycare staffing altogether? along with that, they had come to the realization that having two animatronics in one small area like this would be cause for costly monthly repairs. so, they decided to redo the attendant altogether and put both ai's in the same body. used old parts from their other bodies to build this one, so as to save money. spent a lot of time on them, since they were the tech's pride & joy, but couldn't get the transition and ai bugs smoothed out in efficient time, so they gave up. threw the attendant into the daycare and started focusing on the glamrocks and DJMM, the ones that actually made a lot of money for the company.
the art takes place that first night sun and moon come into consciousness, neither of them realizing they can speak to the other in their joint headspace, nor realizing how. this is that first day/night without the other.
#sorry no idea if any of that makes any fucking sense but shh we'll pretend it does#i have a lot of stuff for this au i need to flesh out and i blame my hyperfixation on sb for not letting me flesh anything out but the dca#anyway . ask questions as u please i need to get out of art block#xandraws#these were really quickly drawn btw like i did not try as hard as i could have because i just lost motivation#so the coloring + shading kinda sucks GJGHJKGBHGFKJ#fnaf#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#security breach#fnaf au#macabre maltreatment au#still need a reason thats the title of the au BGHGBHGBHFB#fnaf sun#sun fnaf#fnaf moon#moon fnaf#fnaf dca#dca fnaf#fnaf daycare attendant#daycare attendant fnaf#daycare attendant#dca sun#sun dca#dca moon#moon dca#dca fandom#sun x moon#moon x sun#sun x moon fnaf
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Hey, I hope you’re having a good day/night!!
I was curious if we could learn a bit more about Janet? I know that we probably should hate her, but I can’t help but being sympathetic towards her. Being an assistant is already stressful, so having a sassy boss definitely isn’t making her life easier.
Of course, only if you want to share!!
Thank you!
Very understandable that people would feel bad for Janet. But she wasn’t always an overworked assistant.
She was Welcome Home’s first director
She wasn’t too fond of the fact that she was stuck working on kids shows. And she especially didn’t like Wally in particular, she didn’t like how easy he got a job as a co-director for his own show. Don’t know if it’s because he’s a puppet or not but she does mostly hate him and ignores the others .
She tried sabotaging the show on a few other occasions but nothing that would stop production.
Until Janet went as far as to destroy the set.
Everything was broken and damaged. Props were broken, mural panels were painted over, and a lot of equipment was destroyed.
Upon discovery, Wally made the mistake of entering first, unsteady prop walls came down and almost crushed him.
It was obvious who had done it, Janet wasn’t exactly subtle with her dislike of Wally( she also completely forgot the existence of security cameras). The producer didn’t like that and she was almost fired but Wally made a proposition.
She either gets kicked out of the industry or accept a job as Wally’s assistant.
Janet, obviously not wanting to get banned from her line of work, accepts the offer. And as generous as the offer sounded, Wally didn’t do it with the kindness of his heart, he planned to make her job a living hell for almost killing him that day.
Anyway lesson of the story, don’t be like Janet. Use your brain and refrain from almost accidentally killing your coworkers
If you see mistakes, no you don’t 💕
All art for this post was by @artsybug0 😘🫶
Thank them because I wasn’t going to draw anything of this in the first place As you can tell by all my blank background art, I hate drawing scenery so much
Byyyee
#nothing makes sense#let’s pretend it does#im tired#wally darling#welcome home puppet show#welcome home actor au#wally actor au#welcome home#actor au#diva wally#actor wally darling#welcome home au#wh actor Au
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Lycion
#my art#dungeon meshi#canaries#Lycion#i couldnot resist drawing one more faskfasf#i will continue this next weekend tho#too much stuff todo#lets pretend the pose makes sense
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may I request some prosecutor wright angst 🥺👉👈
when he comes back during Farewell, My Turnabout
#doctorsiren#ace attorney#ace attorney au#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#ace attorney fanart#defenseworth au#prosecutor wright au#farewell my turnabout#art#digital art#my art#fanart#procreate#let’s pretend that the posing makes sense haha
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Greeting her trophy wife
(they’re both the trophy wife)
#supercorp#I feel like that caption makes sense but I also feel like I’ve slept 20 hours collectively this work week#so if it doesn’t let’s just pretend for the sake of my ego that it does
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Okay hear me out for this one...
40 years of franchise
Optimus Prime has had Elita(g1, tfa, and tfe), no? But also that weird tension with Shockwave(g1 idw), Dion (g1), and of course his obsession with Megatron(everything), right?
Okay, so you know... pretty bi to me :D
But then you have Megatron. So with Megatron, you see Kiloton, Ultra Magnus (idw and Netflix trilogy) Rodimus (idw) Starscream(choose your media) and of course his obsession with Optimus Prime, right?
No women, I see no tension with any female-presenting robot in the franchise, right? I remember him being close with elita in the Netflix trilogy before the war broke out, but I don't remember it being a love triangle kind of thing.
And he once said Nightbird was "hot enough to replaced you (Starscream)" when said mech said "she's not so hot" (g1 cartoon)
Other than that nothing.
We have both make and female characters lusting over him, tho. However, he hasn't reciprocated their avances (unicron trilogy)
SO... what I'm trying to say is that nothing in 40 years of franchise negates the possibility of Megatron being gay since Megatron has never hinted any interest towards women or female-presenting robots.
#steel rambles#transformers#maccadam#maccadams#shitpost#megatron#optimus prime#megop#please don't take this post seriously this was just a random funny thought#like idk in my mind they're all pan bevause I am pan and they're all toys but for the sake of the argument let's pretend this makes sense :D#ayo next year hasbro is gonna give Megatron a girlfriend just to spite me ya wanna bet????
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Random Codywan headcanon:
After many complains and some pressing by the Jedi for some more gear for the clones than only the bare essentials, every clone is reluctantly equipped with one sweatshirt-like black by the kaminoans. Officially for "colder temperatures", inofficially (intended by the Jedi) for comfort and to give the clones at least a tiny little opurtinity to custumize their outfits. (Let's just pretend they have time for that in the midde of a war)
And after the complains that the standard-blacks aren't distinctable enough to actually belong to one clone, because they get all mixed up after the next wash anyway, each of these sweatshirts comes with a embroidery reading "Property of insert Clone's number".
Of course the Clones are not having that. In the 212th, a small group of dedicated Clones make it their mission to redo every single one of these embroiderys and replace the number with the clone's name before the sweatshirts are delivered.
Anyway, Cody doesn't end up really wearing his. Not because he doen't like sweatshirts, but because it's just a little to tight to his taste. It does, however, perfectly fit Obi Wan, who's a bit leaner than Cody, so he ends up frequently stealing it. (It gets cold when they're doing paperwork together until late at night and he's not going to walk all the way back to his own room just to get one of his).
Cue, emergency council meeting on one of these evenings and Obi Wan's called to give a quick report, so he's standing there in the middle of the meeting, "Property of Cody" embrodied on his back and chest. Mace is just staring him down in true "Are you f*ing serious? I'm so f*ing done" fashion and the other masters can hardly hold back their giggling. Cody, who's standing in the background of the call, is embarrassed and blushing like crazy when he gets what's going on. Obi Wan is beaming. He thinks it's hilarious. He wears the sweatshirt to every single council meeting from now on.
#I don't know if this makes sense#welcome to todays round of 'I came up with nonsensical star wars scenarious in the shower'#Let's just pretend there are sweatshirts in Star Wars#codywan#star wars#the clone wars#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#clone wars#star wars the clone wars#clone troopers#jedi shenanigans#jedi
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A proper look at Brook, my weirdest weirdo, and the offspring of a very unusual throuple. She's a Blues-Rock Troll, mostly inspired by bands like Delta Rae and Larkin Poe.
#she is so weird but so fun to draw#trolls#dreamworks trolls#if it's not clear she's part country part funk and part rock#the rock part isn't very obvious. it mainly shows in the black hair and pointy ears#(though i realize pointy ears aren't exclusive to rock trolls)#my art#ex bandmates#trolls floyd#trolls oc#brook#les#hed#hed is so happy for his bro 😭😭 (he's half the reason they even started talking bc les is an idiot)#trying to make sense of the trolls genres in combination with the history of music genres is pointless#let's just pretend a funk and country combo could create blues even though blues predates both#tw smoking
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TW; SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE(???), Im not sure but it feels like I've done smth illegal ASKDJNADSFKJADNFS
I tried to draw smth cute again but ended up looking... uh...
but then I added in
Overall, intrusive thoughts won that night help--
#slightly suggestive#I actually cant tell since in context they just kissed here but just to be safe#I don't know how to draw an actual kiss drawing so have the aftermath of them having a kiss#But somehow it came out a bit sus especially with a bit of saliva(how else would you know this is like the after kiss? asdkfjnadskfjnad)#I know this would never happened canonically so lets pretend in another life they try romance and manon still survives#dead plate#dead plate game#dead plate fanart#rody lamoree#vince charbonneau#rody x vincent#just found out rody is canonically bi and biphobic which makes sense because of the era this was set in#still ship them tho idk why help ADSLKJFNADSFKJANDSFJDF#I swear it was supposed to be an oc drawing but I ended drawing these mfers again what the hell#the next one will deffo be a manon-related one if I have time
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