#light hearted name calling

[brainrotcharacters]

deadclaws badassery where it's revealed Wade and Logan tested the distance on Logan's hearing.

Watch them hundreds of feet away from each other in the battlefield and all it takes to set Wolverine loose is for Deadpool to mutter "Logan."

gif credits to original owners!

[applestorms]

hey. hi. hello. um? hey?

we, as a fandom, simply do not talk about this moment often enough.

[robotsafari]

“I’ve been alone so long that having someone else around is a little… overwhelming.”

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO MY FAVORITE INVERSE DUO MOMENT

[p4nishers]

i can't stop thinking about before the beginning aziraphale. the way he was so excited to help. the way he smiled so easily and instantly relaxed in the starmaker's presence. the way he thought they were calling HIM gorgeous despite the fact that they barely meet five minutes ago and also a nebula was just created and the way he got instantly embarrassed. the way he was so so SO happy looking at the starmaker and their smile and the way he said 'ohh that's nice :)' and the way he followed the starmakers movements with his head and had the loveliest smile on his face. the way he VOICED HIS OPINION to a seemingly VERY high ranking angel bc he TRUSTED them just after a few minutes and gave them fucking ADVICE. the way he cared. the way he was concerned for the starmakers safety and VOICED his concern and tried to help them and warn them and the way he smiled when they reassured him and the way he seemed SO young

[thepartysdone]

saw smn refer to richjake as housefire and that's honestly crazy like. what are we doing here guys. fucking HOUSEFIRE?

[randaccidents]

Lost Memory-Dream #00

One of many half-remembered dreams of memories that Heart has. This one might be his oldest memory ever.

(Hi! First Tangled Wisteria fic :3. Doing a small set of random memories half remembered in dreams. And a little hint to how Heart might see the world now, freshly amnesiatic.)

(ALSO this fic is unfortunately not reader tool friendly, because I'm trying to give the feeling of words being roughly scratched out of memory. I AM going to include a translated transcript in a reblog though, so look out for that if you're wondering what they are saying!)

(also I went crazy in my tags whoops)

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He is standing in a space of white and grey and black. Standing in the white and in the grey are two cut-out figures, the same color as the space they stood in, yet clearly separate from the background. He himself stood in the black.

["W██ ███ █ou ███?"] He furrowed his eyebrows. The voice is blotted out and fuzzed, he couldn't clearly make out what it was saying. He tried to open his mouth, but found that he couldn't. Hm. Something told him that it was simply not his turn to speak yet.

{"███ am I? I ███ld ███ y██ ███ █ame."} This voice was the same, static-filled and words missing his ears entirely. He knew it was not meant to be that way, but he didn't know what should fill the gap. He felt the figures turn towards him, and his mouth opened on instinct.

("Don't look at me? I don't know who either of you are!") He is confused. He could tell he is dreaming, but where is this? What is this? At least this dream-him has the same thoughts that he does.

{"I ██ow ███ I ██. I'm ██e ████."} The cut out of grey had moved, a hand on its presumed chin. He tilted his head, examining the cut-out and finding nothing he could use to identify it. Who was that?

["██gi███ly, ██ ██ ████ to ██████ es█████sh██ na████ con███ti██, ██ ██████ ████ ro███ ███ na███."] There's a deepness to the few letters that ungarble themselves from the white cut-outs words. It almost sounds.... familiar?

Familiar. Nothing about this dream has felt familiar, yet he knows it is a memory. Why is his memory made of static and cut-out figures? He can't find it in himself to worry too much about it, the roots of panic strangled at the source. There is a sweet scent in the air.

His mouth moves again. ("Roles as names you say? Well wouldn't that make you the ████, since you're so logical?") It was disconcerting, hearing his own voice briefly turn to static. There was something important there. What was it?

Words were being spoken at him. The sweet scent from earlier was building. He strained to listen. ["██ ██at ██? ████ you ████ ██ █he-"]

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He shot up in bed, mouth forming around a name quickly lost to pruned branches and faded flowers. Furrowing eyebrows under the blindfold that had been given to him, he tests out the shape of his mouth.

The letter H. He tests the letter on his tongue, finding it familiar. Still mouthing the letter, he brings hands up to brush through tangled wisteria vines and feathers alike, calming himself on the sweet scent of the flowers.

That was a memory of his name. He is certain of it. But what name starts with the letter H? And what he said in the dream, roles as names. None of it made sense to him. The bright cut-outs in his memory gave no hints either, pruned and cut out and distorted out of meaning.

What was his name? He squinted eyes he had learnt were sensitive to light down at his hands. Purple had named himself. And now a forgotten memory told him he was named by someone he could not remember.

["Purple? Are you awake? It's late morning already."] Jumping at the deep voice, Purple looked up, tossing a grin at the shadow in his doorway.

("I'm alright Blue, just thinking. Remembering? Dreaming. I'll be out in a second!") He stretches, standing up and missing Blue's reaction to his words. ("I had the weirdest dream last night.")

["Is that so. Care to share?"] Blue has a weird way of being curious. Purple is still getting used to it. He shrugs it off anyways, both Red and Blue were still just strangers with some familiar habits anyways. It's probably normal to be awkward.

("I dreamt that...") The words trail off into burnt ashes that fall from his mouth. His face scrunches up as he tries to remember the memory. Only one thing stands out to him, caught between his teeth. ("...I forgot. All I remember is the letter H.")

A cold, metallic hand gently rests itself on his shoulder, urging him forwards. ["Maybe it will return to you later. Come, breakfast is waiting."]

Perking up at the thought of breakfast, Purple nodded his head, following Blue's lead, the scent of wisterias trailing behind him as he forgot his dream in favor of breakfast. The letter H remains, lodged in the breath between his tongue and palate.

[haunted-xander]

Been seeing people make these and finally managed to find the site to make them with!

Banana <3

[jadelemonadee]

HIS NAME IS THAYNE JASPERSON NOT SAMUEL SEABURY YOU FAKE ASS FANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[merakiui]

me after i take 17 benadryl and start seeing the hat man.

the hat man in question:

[perfectlyoongi]

But what nickname do you think Jimin would use for his s/o? I always thought something like prince/princess or lover but I’m not sure I’m interested what you think

lover is a strong yes !! but i think he would love to call them dove as love as well, maaaaybe sweetheart when he wants to ask for smtg

[garvalhaminho]

i have to admit i think about mark blackthorn in "tales from the shadowhunter academy" at least once a week

[rosaacicularis]

which was more culturally significant, the renaissance or hermitgang

[lunaetis]

@rvinfall asked :

Brats get bitten. It’s exactly that way amongst dogs—and though Lingyun has cat-like tendencies beyond measure, the Zhao clan as a whole think themselves wolves. So when Eden barks at him a bit too much, of course he catches her earlobe between his teeth and nips. “Be a good girl and stay quiet. I’m focusing,” he instructs, voice low and quick as a striking whip.

inbox call. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  the TRAILBLAZER was usually quite reasonable to manage around some people. she tended to keep to her own self, minding her own business, going through a few random trashcans in search for treasure but usually wouldn't bother another unless they caught her attention. that was how the space raccoon works most of the time. it's also incredibly easy if you have treats or snacks on hand.

                though, if you were among the ones that caught her attention, then it was a double-edged sword. she tended to listen to them more carefully than any others, their words hold weight in situations where ORDER was demanded of her, however ...

                ... that also meant she would seek their attention much more than others, as well.

                case in point why she was WHINING at a certain COMMANDER when being ignored. he looked like he was reading a strategic report, and a long one, at that. he was due a break, to her standard. resting her chin to his shoulder and peeking at the report didn't get any favorable reaction from the man. she huffed, like a needy puppy wanting to play.

                " you've been at that for three hours already — " this time, her WHINING ( read: barking ) was met with a sudden turn of his head. without a single warning, all she could catch was the small flash of his fangs against the light before they caught her sensitive earlobe. the sensation sent electrifying shudder throughout her entire form which made her FREEZE.

                blood rushed to both her ears and her CHEEKS, so quickly that they instantly turned deep crimson the second he slowly pulled away. the fresh mark caused a throbbing sting as a reminder of him disciplining an unruly puppy with voice as sharp as his teeth. melted gold met sterling silver, her body instinctively complied to his command as though recognizing the ALPHA in the room.

                she could hear her heart ramming itself against her ribcage. eyes wide, but not a single word had left her lips. not a sliver of sound could be heard as peace and quiet returned to the atmosphere. no bark. no whines. nothing.

                be a good girl and stay quiet.

                the BITE MARK on her ear still pulsed repeatedly. it burned, fierce and intimate, as her face was completely flushed, unable to utter a word or move away. the mark would stay for days to come. eden was on her knees, not because she was showing respect or submission, but because she could not get up. her knees went weak, face red, head low.

                and that was how you tamed the beast.

[dullahandyke]

was gonna make a post bitching about how being a princess of heart works but then i remembered the whole union cross 'the 13 darknesses are sentient' thing and came up with my own theories but ive looped back around to being mad again. goddd why does shit actually work when you think about it im so mad

[cutexasxabutton]

|🎄| ❝Uh, uh, I think this is a tag dump?❞ |❄️|

[steelycunt]

THANK U james IS a jimmy i stand by it...... he is just a little guy. james is too formal for him

he is isnt he!! and james being shortened to jim or jimmy was far more common back then than jamie...jamie sounds so modern jamie sounds like a guy who knows what tiktok is and i hate that. jamie is a guy replying to ur snapchat story with a flame emoji and vaping at the top deck of the bus. but james would enjoy being a jimmy. anyone who thinks he is not a jimmy is projecting their own distate for the name jimmy onto him as a character but failing to consider the reality of how well it fits him and how much he would indeed like it. i rest my case...