#so yup just go with it

[renanxcarvalho]

[multifandom--mess]

the line between fic and canon is so thin i have a hard time discerning which is the other atp

[northstarscowboyhat]

Peepaw Starlo struggles. Autism 2 autism communication struggles.

[beetlearmand]

KYLE GALLNER as REED GARRETT

CSI: NEW YORK | S04E20

[incisorconfiture]

thinking about the parallel imagery of kabru butchering the barometz and kabru butchering mithrun's backstory and how evocative it is of who he is at his core, and what he'll do so casually and readily out of love. his willingness to do the dirty work for someone else, out of love and care and consideration for them—as a show of his love for them. his presentation of what should be consumed or processed (after having labored over hacking and trimming and cutting away everything from the fat to the auxiliary or gristly bits) to mithrun, practically on a silver platter. his act of reciprocal intimacy being to put himself elbows-deep in the flesh and blood of it all, all in order to protect and care for what he has been both entrusted (mithrun) and trusted with (mithrun’s backstory), and all to keep that intimacy that was shared with him from being taken or twisted or compromised.

[itspinkflowers]

Not too long ago I made a post about Zeb and his cute face, now let's talk about Kallus. I was rewatching Zero Hour like one does, when I decided I need to start taking screenshots of Kal's face.

Kallus just beat some stromtroopers up and entered an escape pod. These are the faces that he makes while he's activating the pod and sending a help request to the Ghost as Fulcrum.

He's focused, sure, but especially in that first picture he looks like a man who's feeling a mix of determined, hopeful and worried. I love how the light hits his face, he's literally going towards the Light ;__;

These are immediately after Hera takes him in the Ghost. His shoulders drop and he exhales a sigh because he did escape from the Empire, he's safe!

I love the contrast between him looking steadfast and brave and his relieved face.

[electrozeistyking]

What if disassembly drones could unwittingly overwrite the way their body heals based on how they view themselves? And if they just so happened to believe they were a dangerous monster... you see where I’m going with this, right?

I consider this an alternate take on the end of Episode 2, where all N’s body knows is that something hurts and he seemingly doesn’t have enough material to repair it, so it spends the next few weeks constantly demanding more material, but instead using it to turn him into a “dangerous monster.”

Imagine showing up to Prom 3071 with this. Holy shit, imagine Doll turning and being like “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?” while N’s awkwardly hunched over and being like “I could’ve been Dapper N, but instead I rolled up to prom as a monster.”

(SolverUzi/Monster N crossover when???)

[benevolenterrancy]

@hereticcryptid I appear to be slowly but surely developing an entire series about how Hensheng and Baxia apparently get fed up with their owners' inability to express their feelings and take matters into their own hands...

[yesloulou]

Daniel getting ready for cousin's wedding in 2006 | @ BMW Daniel getting ready for the 2023 Met Gala | @ Vouge All credits go to @go-daniel for this absolutely fantastic post idea 💖💖💖

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

random omegaverse thought:

There must be people who experience specific instinct things with indifference or boredom.

Procreative cycle coming up? "Crap, I've got plans this weekend...stupid skip weeks."

Caught an intriguing scent while walking? "But I need to get to work! Shut up brain."

Had a snap response to a distressed sound? "Who was it?! ...right, it's my day off, I can go back to sleep."

Somebody growled at them? "Kid, I'm not a rival, that's my sibling."

Super cozy cuddle session happening nearby? "I'm gonna pass tonight guys, no social battery left, maybe next time."

Group of friends heading out to flirt and check out other singles? "I'm coming with you but only to make sure you all get home safe."

Setting where fated mates or soul bonds or permanent marks are a thing? "Meh. I don't really want one or care if I ever get one."

People in the actual omegaverse would get as bored of their stuff, as we do of ours, you know? It could be interesting to see that kind of vibe in fics. Biological demands faced with all the excitement of paying bills or doing laundry or tying your shoes.

Even if that kind of energy might not drive a plot, it could be interesting to have as a contrast to the people who do have big feelings about them - good or bad.

There's the friends who can't wait til they have a pack of their own, and the one friend who isn't against it but couldn't care less. There's the group in the office who are all about scent compatibility tests and figuring out one's best match and what sprays most highlight it, and the coworker who has no intentions on putting that much effort in. There are parents who hover and protect their offspring by scenting them multiple times a day, and others who don't see what the fuss is as long as it's done in the morning.

...also: packs with introverts who show care by giving each other space. So often, closeness is depicted through physical touch and tactile affection, but comfortable silence is meaningful too. Knowing people are near, but not having to interact until you're ready. Sitting in the same room doing different things, knowing that all it takes is a "hey, look at this" to share what you're up to. People understanding and accepting each other's differing or fluctuating needs for how and when to recharge. Seeing somebody reaching out or sharing space, beyond what's their norm, as a signal of the fact that they care.

[moeblob]

Warning for: The (spider) legs showing below!

Under the hoodie/layers, she tends to wrap her legs around her kinda like a hug! And so in the first part that's the weird bumps under the hoodie. They're starting to unravel a bit. She hates being called a monkey cause it's NOT her fault she's short and has to climb on things and up things and includes people in "things" category.

[grimme-and-specs]

Thank you Pie, for inspiring this panel edit, after I posted that last piece in my server.

[mamawasatesttube]

i really want a story in which tim and lois get up to snoopery, sneakery, spying, and shenanigans together. i don't have a plot for this yet but i want it so bad. lois would be such an enabler to tim and i want to see it!!!! they're both nosy little bastards with an inability to stay in their own lanes (ha) or to sit idly by when they perceive they can do something about a problem!! i need them to get up to something together...

[bucephaly]

People love finding random natives online and dumping their family story on them expecting a reassuring 'of course you're native!!' Lol

Sorry, if you don't wanna reconnect why would you even mention your supposed apache or whatever ancestry. If you aren't connecting to the tribe what does it even matter. 'I find it interesting' so you're using supposed native ancestry as a fun fact to make you look more interesting? How is that different than any other 'great grandma cherokee princess' person. Especially since you apparently have time to research the history of all your ancestral cultures but you don't have time to do genealogy

And of course when I tell them 'assume the stories are fake until you've got actual proof' they block me.

[komashkathesilly]

hii i just fixed the fishies a bit in another emunene kissy piece :]

[anjanahalo]

Wayne Vs Fenton 3

start of the madness

pls note I'm putting these numbers in as "what I have written." They're not gonna necessarily be in order. I hope to make a full fic to put on AO3. In the interim, here's stuff I wrote in general as it strikes me in the moment. This bit is from Tim's perspective after Damian and Danny Are Friends become a known quantity in the Wayne household. ~*~

Damian making friends didn’t make sense. Everyone else felt complacent in simply accepting it. Tim wasn’t. Considering his upbringing, autonomous socializing wasn’t part of Damian’s personality. Nor was how calm and patient the former assassin child became with all of his siblings, Tim included. Damian himself insisted he and this “Danny” were friends. Hell, Damian even called the kid by a nickname. Not his last name, not “Daniel.” His actual, preferred nickname. Tim was suspicious and instantly began investigating. Daniel “Danny” Fenton, age 15, moved to Gotham two months ago from Amity Park, Illinois with his godfather and temporary guardian, Vlad Masters, former mayor of Amity Park, head of Vladco Industries, and heir to Wisconsin’s Self Proclaimed Dairy King’s fortune. Child of Jack and Madeline Fenton, doctors of something called ectobiology, former college classmates of Vlad Masters, and founders of FentonWorks, a cottage research facility that developed antighost (Ghosts? Really?) weaponry and equipment. Brother of Jasmine Fenton, currently a student of Yale in their psychology undergraduate program, and already a shoe-in for the Dean’s list. Honestly, of all the people related to him, Danny ended up being the least interesting. Middling grades that dropped in high school along with attendance. That was probably what led to his coming to Gotham. A set of brilliant - if evidentially weird - parents and a rich and involved godfather doing what they could to help their faltering son to succeed by sending him to one of the top schools on the east coast. There was evidence that Amity Park itself had some apparently minor meta vigilante protecting it, but searches for “Phantom” turned up nothing in the Justice League’s database, suggesting whomever this was might be an actual ghost like Deadman and, thus, restricted to access by those with JLD clearance. Tim put aside that issue for later. He could just ask B for privileges later. Besides, the only information he found on this vigilante was on a few amateur fansites and local papers. No major news sites or government listings. It couldn’t be anything major. His focus remained on Daniel Fenton. Except, even when looking into the kid’s socials, there wasn’t anything interesting. He had a couple friends back in Amity, the most interesting of the two was Samantha Mason of the Mason family, though Tim already knew of her from various socialite dinners she looked ready to burn to the ground, pink and lacey dress or not. Her social media was full of activism, conservation movements, and calls for both veganism and something called ultra recycle vegetarianism. Tucker came from an average family of upper middle class parents, nothing odd there, though his social media showed his love of technology and ancient Egypt. Nothing strange there. Danny’s social media, besides his friends, included links to Nasa, occasional rambles about high school life, and, for some reason, a dog photoshopped to look green. From the replies of his few followers, it was an inside joke since they all cooed over the dog and didn’t comment on the green. Again, nothing strange. Even the one time he managed to hack into Damian’s phone to see his messages yielded nothing. He and Danny would meet for what Danny called “playdates.” For some reason, Damian played along with a name Tim knew he’d scoff as childish and beneath him. Even that would be innocuous. One or the other would suggest meeting at various parks, arcades, even the observatory, negotiating dates and times, and that was it.

Danny was a normal kid. Damian was a born and bred assassin. Why in the actual fuck were these two friends? Nothing made sense. Everyone else was happy to ignore it because of the peace the irrationality before them instilled. Tim wouldn’t become complacent. Whatever Danny was hiding, he’d find it.