#microwaving them in my mind

[nammikisulora]

so Jacobi is in love with Kepler, yes, absolutely. thing is… no matter how messed up he is (and he is plenty messed up!) he's still a pretty normal guy, so he can deal with having an inconvenient crush on his boss. it happens, right? sure the occasional sex dream on a mission is a bit, uhm, awkward to say the least, but hey, it's not the end of the world.

that's why it's so much funnier to me if Kepler is exactly as gone for him as the other way around, because our precious Artist Formerly Known? he finds this absolutely terrifying. he does not get crushes on people, he is 100% in control of his emotions and lets nothing get in the way of his job! except there's this ballistics expert who somehow worms his way past all his walls and takes up residence inside, and suddenly there's someone who isn't as easily expendable as he should be.

but no matter what, Kepler is a professional above all, so of course he doesn't let this affect him. both of them are acutely aware that nothing could ever happen between them for so many reasons, but while Jacobi is content to let things run their course, Kepler goes all in for repression. fuzzy feelings, him? oh absolutely not! they just work really really well together, they're a great team, that's all!

and yet he is absolutely not the slightest bit Normal™️ about Jacobi when push comes to shove, see things like 50 punds of fireworks and "Sir, Jacobi has shown exemplary skill and dedication throughout -" less than 24 hours after a murder attempt.

bonus points if Cutter knows about it and makes sure that Kepler knows that he knows and yeah I wrote that fic.

[randomcat2000]

Catching up on X-Men’s Krakoan era has got me a little inspired 🤕🤕 I will be rotating these dudes (and more I need to design) in my mind for the next two months

[hawberries]

Seth Lowell and the bad bitch he pulled by being autistic

[nelsaqift]

being extremely normal about your coworker

[thesecretingredientislove]

Why are they so silly?

[autoboros]

Wanted to draw @nephilimbrute 's Agent 8 because they are so so neat to me

[stormyoceans]

the way tattoo is so rough around the edges and has no idea what to do when faced with aran's overflowing emotions and tears (even the fake ones) but whatever gentleness he possess, even if it might not look like much to others, he's always willing to give

[qcomicsy]

I don't think Bruce is ever angry at Jason. Frustrated? Yeah. But never angry. I think he's angry at himself. How can you hate the child who shoots blindly if it was you who taught them how to hold a gun?

[umblrspectrum]

for how much i love to drag pngs around, it turns out that i actually don't know how to animate all too well

[iizuumi]

@narugen wrote the cutest HoshiMina fic that lives in my head rent free I had to draw them help

[jonasiegenthaler]

njd@wsh | 23.11.24

[palossssssand]

first kiss ☀️

hi. I don't usually share my writing because it's usually pretty rough and I'm shy about it but this bit goes with this image. I always keep coming back to the night they get together at trito's apartment because it's everything to me

It’s soft. They didn’t expect this, perhaps something more passionate, rougher, as if he had been kept waiting with a desperate hunger; more sensual, considering what they were about to get into. It wouldn’t have been out of bounds for him to do so. Given everything they remembered about him, of course. But his lips are firm and unmoving, pressing his against theirs, neck held with intent as if to pose them perfectly to greet him, still only hardly gracing their body as if to not overstep. Even now, in the gesture, he seems to restrain himself, but Kinoga recognizes that the manner of it was wholly intentional. He wanted this. And he wanted them to reciprocate. And so they do.

also this page happens before this comic

biting and tearing and whatever. The gesture is really not strictly romantic or anything, Trito's just a very touchy person...it wouldn't be out of bounds for him to go smooching his friends for fun. There's still intent to it though, there's still clearly some strong emotions coming through, Kinoga unsure of it but still wanting to see where he takes it, but because it's their first time getting familiar since reuniting on the surface, they let him. downhill spiral from there <3

[anachronistic-falsehood]

thinks about ashe winters and immediately takes one billion psychic damage

[lepusrufus]

Something something Minthara with her hair down something something danger women being a menace together

[anpiels]

Sketched a little while back and cleaned up for day 5 of Ryuubowl Week (Reunions) :] so-called "free thinkers" when partner's shoulder comfortable and omnibus lamp warm 😴😴😴

[catharusustulatus]

Unbelievably uncoordinated (besides playing soccer and running for her life) Robin was actually great at skipping rocks. Even better at finding the best ones to skip. She knew just how to spot and hold the good stones, where to place them in her palm. How to flick her wrist, how to be fast.

She started inviting Steve to her favorite side of the lake after they’d settled they were more than workplace/survived-torture-and-monsters-together friends, late August heat plastering her bangs and painting Steve pink. He always seemed to glow in the sun, the same sparkle she knew drew everyone to him in school.

Steve was still recovering from Starcourt - they both were - and his chest would tighten up after bending down, still bruised and sore, so he would mostly drive them there and soak it all in; her chatter as she searched for the right rock, jokes about Mrs. Click and Tammy, her nightmares about the guards and the laser beam and the dripping flesh beast they’d barely escaped. He chimed in from time to time, adding how Tammy’s cousin Maryanne was a bad kisser, told her about the time Mrs. Davis wouldn’t let him into class when he was late, late because Tommy and Carol had had a fight and almost burned his house down the night before. But he mostly listened, striped shirt riding up his mole-covered belly, and smiled at her as she skipped stones hour after hour.

Arm tired, they’d get milkshakes and he’d drop her off. Waving goodbye to Steve, she always thought the same things: that she was lucky to be alive. That it felt good to ripple some surface of this godforsaken place, especially with a friend. That she really did know how to pick ‘em.