#observation team

[drwingdingshitposter]

Contact Established! Contact Established!

ASKS OPEN, ANON ON

[buppkizz]

old lil comic abt spy's disdain for engie

[sadrien]

forever baffled by miraculous ladybug’s inability to be aired in order

[yeahthisisabadidea]

Twin Ghost Kings

An idea I got into my head, I've seen a few tropes where Danny and Dani are twins, two sides of a coin, the king and the free spirit sort of idea. so what if, both Dani and Danny become the ghost king?

I can just imagine some poor smuck (cult? the Justice Leauge? someone from another fandom?) decides to summon "the ghost king" for whatever reason, so solve XYZ or to grant them world dominating power, whatever, and they're expecting a single, monsterous, tyranical being Pariah Dark, but in stead, they get these two black and white child-ghosts (they're not acctually children, it's been centuries, but it's fun to be OP while being underestimated and messing with people)

This wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote a bit of it, so...

The boy’s eyes roamed over the heroes, down to the circle and then made eye contact with John.

“Dani?” he asked, tone echoing and childish but oh, so dangerous. The hair on the back of John's neck stood on end. The girl similarly looked directly at John, acid green eyes boring into him. The feeling doubled down.

“Yes, Danny?”

“I think we’ve been summoned.”

The two smiled twin grins. It was sharp and mischievous and unnerving with too many teeth, too wide for their faces. As they continued to speak, the two began to float around as easily and aimlessly as leaves in a breeze, circling the heroes like predators evaluating their next kill. John certainly felt like prey.

“I think you’re right.”

“Someone tried to call Pariah.”

“Someone called the ghost king.”

“Someone wants the dark.”

“Someone made a mistake…”

“Ying yang spirits,” John muttered. The two children continued to circle each other in a dizing display of black and white and green eyes that hold too much power.

“Nope,” the girl giggled, popping the p.

“Close, but no.” Confirmed the boy in a sing-song voice, his impish smile only growing sharper. 

“Then wha– who are you?”

The spirits stopped their flying to drop to the ground in front of Constantine, their wispy tails splitting and solidifying into sets of legs so they could stand and stare with those green eyes at the man.

“We are the ghost king,” the boy said simply, voice teeming with power that made John’s ears hurt. The girl continued.

“Heirs apparent of the infinite realms and all that call it home.”

“And you have dared to summon us.”

“I don’t understand,” John had to try twice before his voice was loud enough to be heard. “I thought I called The King... Pariah Dark?"

"We told you."

"We are the king."

“I am the king phantom,” declared the boy. “Watcher of stars, bane of the dark. I am the guardian, the keep, the order. I am the light of the moons.”

“I am the king phantasm,” declared the girl. “Who followed after and seen all first. I am the wanderer, the wild, the chaos. I am the void between.”

“You demanded the Ghost King.”

“You called to the Dark.”

“So, tell us, Hellblazer,” the girl mused, grin sharp and wicked as she circled him, pausing to leer over his shoulder. “Who are you loyal to?”

“The crown?”

“Or the dark?”

“Be honest now.”

“We’ll know if you lie.”

“We can see your soul.”

“We own most of it, after all.”

[tsubit]

this is how it went right

ref image (kinda)

[luminosityspecter]

Gweather Sweep + Cody.

[lilac-loserr]

I think the reason lwj is so quiet around wwx is because he goes completely fucking stupid when wwx is around. Like full on no thoughts head empty (except for gay thoughts). He can’t open his mouth because he cannot predict what kind of garbled disaster of syllables will spill out if he does. Everything he says in canon has been rehearsed in his head and whispered under his breath fifteen times at minimum before he can even dare to try to say it, lest he accidentally looks into wei ying’s eyes at the wrong moment, causing him to forget everything he was just about to say and also how to walk in a straight line.

Just. Give me stupid lwj.

[teleported-bread]

Well, folks, happy 10th expiration date! I rewatched the video and here are some things I noticed.

Some of Engie's wrenches on the wall! Looks like a stock, eureka effect, and southern hospitality. There might've been a jag on the other side of the southern hospitality but it was hard to see and I could just be a mistaken jag stan. 🔧

Who are these other people with masks in this photo on Spy's wall? Other spies?

This painting on the wall in Spy's smoking room/ Napoleon Crossing the Alps by Jacques-Louis David. Spy clearly thinks pretty highly of himself, to say the least, lol.

You can tell Spy has practiced backstabbing this dummy. Also, that face. Hehe.

The table cloth has TF2 logos on it.

Some of the books behind Scout include "dating for frickin morons", "so you're going to die...", "bonk! cola's dating guide", "being friends and getting naked", "first dating book", and "how not to sound stupid". Also, that face too.

And lastly, though this picture is obviously not from the video, it is interesting that this came out 2 days after father's day, hmm...

[realuity]

there's something making noise

some terrible kaleidoskull

that ever gently destroys the

minds of those who believe it

and though i can't quite perceive it -

i can tell its there

by the way it's not quite there.

[seaemberthesecond]

Team 7 all thinking the other is Kakashi's favourite is OUT. It's tired, it's done, it's passé.

You know what's fresh and new and exciting? All of Team 7 being quietly convinced that they are Kakashi's specialest snowflake. They don't ever say it to the other two because they think it'll hurt their feelings but inside? Oh, they're so smug about it.

Every time they have a fight with each other, they're all thinking of launching the Ultimate Attack of I'm-Sensei's-Favourite-and-You-Know-it-and-You're-Jealous no jutsu, but they stop themselves like no, I mustn't, it'll destroy them, I must be gracious, it's not their fault Sensei loves me most.

Except... they're...all thinking it.

[gavotte-paradisio]

I love how I turned my not knowing the new actors well when I got back into the Starkid fandom and mistaking Robert Manion in the Show Me Those Hands scene for Curt Mega into a headcanon that the cop Robert plays is Officer Bailey.

Like, the dance Robert's cop does in the breakdown and Bailey kicking the chair have the same energy.

[drwingdingshitposter]

NOTES ON SUBJECT: [ spr_mysteryman ]

Establishing contact… estimated time: 1 week

[oceanwithouthermoon]

the fact that we never actually got to see kuboyasu interact with saiki in gym class is such a crime

hes like the most perceptive of the group so it wouldve been so fun to see how kusuo would hide his powers around him

i kinda wouldve loved to see them flesh out the "shadow leader" bit a little more instead of just forgetting about it lmao, yasu being sorta like hairo and thinking saiki has hidden power or something

[stressfulsloth]

Thinking about Disco Elysium and stars. Something about communal experience and simultaneous isolation, hope and idealism, fear and beauty and terror and burning. The inherent horror in the vast romantic starscape of the sky, the melancholy and loneliness inherent in the untold distance, a communal experience of something too enormous to fathom. Stars bear witness to humanity, to the millions of tiny people crawling on the face of Elysium. They watch the people, and the people watch back, and make up stories about the stars. Stars symbolise love, hope, something unreachable and unattainable.

The way that the light of the stars reaches every single being in Elysium, from human to phasmid, but no matter how far it reaches it is still a cold and distant glow, always on the verge of going out. A moral brilliance, a holy light to strive towards, something always at risk of burning out, but there's a dichotomy too. A duality between the stars as brutal unfeeling observers, moralists even, like the aerostatics flying overhead, tiny dying lights that watch impassively over every terrible thing in the world, and the flipside; stars as the burning kernels of hope, furious burning flames that parallel Harry and his golden-orange forest fire nature. Stars as the light of communism, the star-and-antlers. They're hope and dreams- a million years in the stars. Rockstars and superstars. The light of a brighter future (however short-term that future might be) coming towards them at the end of the tunnel. It makes me think of Sacred and Terrible Air and the light pollution in Vassa- ending light pollution as the world ends. "You may laugh at this, but in the evening, when the big world in the distance swells into a bloody maelstrom, families come out into the street in Vaasa and are insignificant together. Only distant explosions disturb the deep peace of the winter night, its flawless starry sky. Everyone watches, heads tilted back." The stars are a shared experience. Something that everyone watches, insignificant together, when there's nothing more that can be done. Light in the face of darkness, community in the face of inevitability. Togetherness. The stars are there in the church with the ravers. They're there watching Harry and Kim together. Insignificant together. In dark times, should the stars also go out?

[bubblehead-02]

Idril has a snack

[stromer]

can't get over qh43 actually speaking up about the locker room tensions in van and the jtpete divorce debacles x5 . like imagine being a 25 year old captain talking to a canadian market like "yeah, we all kinda hate each other rn Lol"