#like not jack obv

[sunnwalker]

hii heres a doo doo dogshit colored pencil sketch of a very special he/they (body double oc that i have been sitting on and thinking about for a while ). Their name is Thomas ( i ❤️ biblical names)

annnnnnd this song fits him well i think :)

[interoteme]

handsome jack itabag

[queenlucythevaliant]

have you ever heard it? can you remember?

i. The gulls were crying. The gulls were always crying, in her memory. Whatever far off places Susan travelled after her family was gone, she always came back to the sea.

ii. The beach at Cair Paravel was the first place in Narnia where she really felt at home. She'd wade into the water with her eyes shut and feel she could be in England, on holiday with her mother and father. She'd open her eyes, and there would be waves cascading endlessly towards her.

iii. Before long, she knew every tidepool, every shoal.

iv. There weren't any bathing suits in Narnia, but no one seemed the least scandalized when Susan took to swimming in her underthings. There wasn't anything else for it, and she had to swim. She just had to.

v. She wasn't the only one of her siblings to love the sea, of course. Edmund loved sand and sailing and reading on the beach, and Peter liked to gaze out at the ocean and think. Lucy spent even more time at the beach than Susan did; she would rise before dawn and sit on the rocks as the sun rose over the waves. Susan was never sure whether her little sister was there to greet the sunrise, or to wait for Aslan.

vi. But for Susan, it was sense-memory. Water was water, wherever she was, and it always reminded her of home. She'd go out past the breakers, pull her limbs into a familiar breast stroke, and she'd feel like she was everywhere she loved all at once.

vii. Aslan came, and she was soaking wet to greet him. He laughed, in his lion-ish way, and didn't mind at all when Susan embraced him.

viii. Somehow, Aslan never got drenched from his journeys across the sea, but he was damp as though with mist. The scent of salt and brine clung to him, an overtone to that fierce, wild smell that was his own. Susan breathed in deep, those two scents she loved most in the world.

ix. In England, back at school, she'd go to the swimming pool and imagine she was in Narnia.

x. It wasn't the same, of course. The swimming pool at her school had no crying gulls, no smell of salt, no cascading waves. There was no Aslan coming towards her from the T-line at the other end of the pool. But if she submerged herself completely, Susan could imagine.

xi. She swam with her eyes shut too often, and her coach was growing irritated. It was affecting her times in practice, which would bleed over into competition if she wasn't careful. Somehow, Susan couldn't be bothered to care.

xii. One weekend, she and Lucy snuck away to visit the boys, and they all went down to the lake to reminisce about Narnia. When Lucy and Edmund spoke of their summer sailing the eastern sea, Susan was positively stiff with jealousy. Yet when they all dove into the water in the end, her heart pounded out a rhythm of home, home.

xiii. Six years after her last trip to Narnia, Susan hadn't touched a bow in four years. She still went swimming every week.

xiv. After the railway accident, she went to live by the sea. She missed her family, and she couldn't stand to live in the places they had lived. She wanted to forget.

xv. Susan had missed the salt air. She had missed the waves. There was a feeling of home by the sea that she couldn't quite place; a soothing echo of long ago dreams and fairytales.

xvi. But there were the gulls crying, "Can you remember?" and it broke her heart all over again.

[anangelforsure]

Found u through ur request post :]

Maybe roger with his centipedes? Or dt jack? :3

I’ve been meaning to make a DT version of Jack…

I had mixed feelings upon realizing how similar I made his colour palette to Roger’s, but now that I think about it, maybe that says something about Peter huh…

[httpuckdrop]

ashes – day 146

"ollie! come here, boy!"

luke's voice was followed by the distinct sound of nails scratching against the hardwood floor – and just a second later, he was attacked by a big, golden bullet.

jack had landed on the name oliver the exact moment he saw the golden retriever pup at the foster home. he felt it deep in his soul, he had told you, and just like that, it had been settled. he needed to get a dog.

you hadn't even been at the foster home to adopt, just to check it out. but you can't stop fate, jack had said. whatever that meant.

luke had been just as, if not more, enthusiastic about the decision. ever since the adoption, luke had spent half his time just lounging around jack's apartment and playing with the dog – which was especially appreciated while jack was away for his national team duties.

jack came home with you from the four nations tournament yesterday, and today, he was back playing for the devils again. you didn't understand how he could do it, fly between games like that, but you supposed that such was the life of a sportsman. needing to be cheered up after the loss against dalas, luke tagged along back to jack's apartment to – again – hang out with ollie. and that's how you found yourself here, slipping onto the couch in jack's living room, bowl of popcorn in your hands as the two brothers argued about which movie to watch.

just like they had for the last hour.

"no way are we watching 'fight club' again," jack complained, slinging an arm across your shoulders.

bored out of your mind and having no other ideas of what to do, you threw a popcorn towards oliver, who caught it mid-air without any issues. "i thought you loved it," luke answered, leaning back slightly as you tossed more popcorn his way – the dog had no control of his excitement, jumping all over the place to catch whatever you threw at him, and luke was in no mood to loose an eye due to a wild dog.

"i do love it," jack started, picking up a handful of popcorn for himself. "but we've already watched it three times this year. pick something else."

the room went silent as luke scrolled through his brother's netflix library. when you stood up from the couch after having dropped a popcorn to the floor, the retriever flew over to your side, apparently scared that this would be the last time he would ever see the bowl. "aren't you the most energetic thing ever?" you asked, bending down a little to pick up the trash and scratch his head as he jumped up and down along your leg.

"he's going to love coming to michigan," jack hummed. "running around in the grass, playing fetch..."

"you think he's going to like swimming?" luke asked with a chuckle once oliver threw himself up into jack's embrace this time.

"i bet he's going to like it so much that he'll try swimming across the entire lake," jack groaned, playfully trying to wrestle the dog to lie still in his lap. "i feel like we won't be able to look away from him for even a second."

you shook your head at the sight, though unable to hold back your smile, before sitting down again. "you like swimming, don't you?" the younger brother asked, gaze meeting yours. "you seem like the kind of girl to enjoy swimming and sunbathing and all that stuff."

"you're going to love the lake house," jack agreed.

right, the house in michigan. jack had mentioned it once or twice, but never in relation to you or the future. yet here he was, talking about it as if there wasn't even a question that you'd tag along.

"let me just take a leak and then we can watch any movie you two want," luke said, already making his way to the bathroom. "i'm tired of searching, just pick whatever."

yet another silence fell over the room, but this one felt... different. oliver had finally calmed down and jack stroked his golden back, though his gaze – and mind – was on something else. to be fair, he had been in a bit of a slump ever since the tournament ended, and you weren't sure how to pull him out of it.

when he didn't speak up, you felt like you had to. "what are you thinking about?"

it didn't take long for him to answer. "the other night."

oh. was he thinking about the game again? that was no good. "jack-"

"i said too much, didn't i?" he said, voice low as a whisper.

during our talk? "of course not."

"yeah, i did." he laughed, but there was no actual joy in it. "i don't really know why i said it. 'i need you', that was silly."

it was easy to tell from the tone of his voice what this was – a defense mechanism. a way to take back his vulnerability, to make sure he looked strong again.

instead of just allowing him to take it back, you spoke again, voice calm as ever. "was it true?"

he froze. you could tell it from the way he stared at you, in the way he swallowed; he couldn't hide from it now, and he knew it just as well as you. "yeah."

he was terrified. terrified of what it means, terrified of having seemed weak, terrified of no longer being in control of his emotions. he's always been able to keep his feelings in check and distance himself from them when needed.

but not with you. something about you makes him feel... weak. something about you makes him open up without thinking it through.

you placed a hand on his cheek, leaning in to brush your nose against his. "i'm here, jack."

and with that, he closed his eyes and let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. "thank you," he whispered.

and when your lips slotted against his, you weren't worried anymore. you could feel it deep in your soul – everything would be alright.

[rotbtd-edits]

Out of all the four, to me Hiccup and Merida feel the most like siblings. I'd even say the only ones, their bond and chemistry just screams siblings the strongest to me, lmao. Hiccup sometimes gets frustrated at Jack's antics, but only Merida can truly rile him up, like siblings do. They can spend a long while arguing over smth while Jack and Rapunzel decide to go wait it out by throwing snowballs at smth idk lol.

[thecoppersoulbox]

Gotta say, it’s fun to see AJ playing an Everyman type of character, I feel like that’s not something we see very often. Like when Mark answered the phone I had a moment of “oh yeah he is just like. A guy huh. A guy who got dealt a bit of a shitty hand.” Meanwhile everyone around him is falling apart over this DIY wedding and all the other shit they got going on.

[currentlyonstandbi]

i'm sure it's been said a thousand times by others already but i'm never going to not be thinking about the fact that there's been two people in alex's life who loved him (and who he loved in return) that died in order for him to be born .

[immabebaby]

Ratchet hums.

Listen, he doesn't feel like he kind of guy... mech? To burst into song, but I feel like he hums, wether it's an old cybertronian melody, one of Miko's performances or whatever's on the radio. I dunno, feel like he hums and doesn't even realize it (no one points it out). It probably helps him focus, even if he'll never admit to listen to human music

It's all fun and games until he gets a song stuck in his head so he makes it everyone's problem.

He once got a random song stuck in Optimus' head but bc Ratchet hums nobody knew the actual song, and it was driving haha Optimus crazy cuz he's been playing the same melody on loop for a week and Ratchet hasn't hummed since so he can't just ask and he's even enlisted the help of the children and other bots who tried but there's only so much they can do when Optimus only knows like 10 seconds of it. They all thought it was funny, until it happened to them, at this point every bot was affected by the "ratchet hum of doom" because Primus help the poor bot who got 10 seconds of a song stuck in their head for weeks because they stood too close to Ratchet when he was working. (Most of the time it's Optimus lol)

[stealingsocieties]

I saw a pic of heather and immediately wanted to draw Jack over it for whatever rzn

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[vampyrebellion]

Ball outfits I wanted to make for William and Alecdora because I thought it would be fun teehee

[frederikvesti]

JACK DOOHAN | for @markoliphant !!

[hr-twink]

award categories are wild like what do you mean supporting actor? supporting the show on his big strong shoulders? carrying it like atlas?

[pbaintthetb]

the biggest mystery of torchwood is not the rift, anything that comes through it, how torchwood is supposedly still a secret(though the show acknowledges at least in cardiff it's not) or anything in the archives

no it's how the actual fuck Jack still has an american accent after living 100+ years in wales. I'm not saying he should sound like a welsh poster boy but no softening of the accent?