#they mirrored each other so well!!!

[sam-crevellari]

Am I blatantly being zutarabaited by the new Netflix's Avatar The Last Airbender? Yes

Will I enjoy any crumb I'm being fed as if it were the most exquisite banquet? OF FUCKING COURSE, YES

[official-english-major]

Truly no other fictional couple can match each other's freak like Odysseus and Penelope, because a normal couple reuniting after years apart would be hugging and crying, meanwhile odysseus is spying on her in disguise and she's gaslighting him to see if he knows about their marriage secrets

Like for a while there they were literally just both eyeballing each other distrustfully like:

[gejnialnie]

hi I don't think this duo gets enough love, so here are my fave screenshots of Raph and Leo mirroring each other! :D

+bonus:

look at this frame! don't their poses look similar, even though they're in totally different places?? well, there's a simple reason for it! we can see raph in the driver seat, his left hand on the wheel, while the other one's searching for someting, it's symbolising his active role as leader, while leo stands alongside him, his left hand on a handhold while he gestures with the other, showing him being less active and more of a passive presence, but he's ready on his feet, it's symbolising his potential as raph's co-leader but also him not yet being ready, still gripping the safety rails instead of the driving wheel-

(nah i'm kidding- like, was it just artists drawing similar poses in one scene? oh yeah most definitively! will that stop me from over-analysing? nope! :D this basically wrote itself!)

[arielluva]

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[hrokkall]

ULTRATOBER DAY 2 /// V2

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[bisexualchaosdemon]

Do you ever think about the fact that Neil is number 10 while Riko is number 01 and they had polar opposite reactions to being raised in abusive environments?

[thebeigelunatics]

no i'm sorry but what the fuck was this? her chin tilting up to him, her eyelashes fluttering, him leaning into it? who the fuck blocks a scene like this and expects me NOT to long for them to be together? i just want to understand what the thinking was here. they are supposed to be DIVORCED. they BROKE UP at a petrol station. we all saw it! and YET! HERE WE ARE. we're two seconds into the scene and lamb is ready to RISK IT ALL. like what are we doing, slow horses?! 😤

[mintjeru]

daffodil: unequaled love, hope, "the sun shines when i'm with you" wisteria: never-ending love, devotion that transcends death

✨ turning fanweek ✨

day 2 flowers | sickfic | soulmate au

open for better quality | no reposts

[lilacthebooklover]

me, looking at the most toxic, awful, horrendously unhealthy fictional relationship in the world: why can't i have what they have? :(

[whatwooshkai]

Gimme a number 5! :D

Chase's face is contorted in badly disguised panic as he stands there, finials practically brushing the lights on his back, waiting for instruction.

Charlie tries desperately not to laugh, coughing into his fist. "I am so sorry," he says, voice strained, as Mayor Luskey forces his way out of the car, fuming.

"BURNS!" he snarls, his toupee slightly askew, and he nearly trips over the grappler as he storms up to him. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"

"So sorry," Charlie repeats, noticing that Chase has started nervously wringing his hands. "The police bot noticed your car was going above the speed limit and wasn't responding to the flashing lights, so he- uh, the AI, I mean- took the next logical step." He gestures at the scene. "Hence the grappler."

Chase had deployed it without asking, and Charlie hadn't even known what happened until the mayor's car had suddenly stopped and started swerving in front of them, caught in a trap of yellow nylon webbing.

"Well- well- fix it!" Mayor Luskey turns on his poor chauffeur and starts shouting again, and Charlie notices the slight sigh of relief from Chase as the attention is taken off them.

"Police bot," Charlie orders, biting back his smile, "fix this please."

"Yes sir," Chase says, sounding much less confident than usual.

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"I didn't even know you had a grappler," Charlie pipes up as they roll into the firehouse's driveway. "My last patrol car sure didn't."

"It was equipment I had back on Cybertron," Chase explains as the garage door closes behind them, then transforms when Charlie steps out. "I just haven't had a reason to use it until now."

"Well, uh, good to know," Charlie says, patting his hands on his hips. "Just maybe ask first next time?"

"Of course," Chase hums, and his finials flatten against his helm.

"So, do you have any other equipment you're holding out on me?" Charlie continues teasingly, and Chase's finials cant back.

"No," he answers, sounding almost disappointed. "A question better suited for Heatwave. I have not seen him use any of his arsenal."

"Really?" They step on the lift together. Normally Charlie would go back upstairs, but now he's curious. "What kinds of equipment?"

"I'd imagine it's similar." Chase taps his foot against the ground as the lift starts down. "He's got a kit hand."

"What's that?"

"Heatwave!" Chase addresses the fire bot instead, who's up on one of the pillars with the training dummy.

"What?" he calls back, leaning against it.

Chase gestures to Charlie. "He's curious about your equipment."

Heatwave frowns. "...What equipment?"

"Your firefighting equipment. You hand." Chase gestures abstractly.

"Oh." Heatwave jumps down and Chase offers his hand to Charlie, who climbs into it, and he's deposited onto Chase's shoulder for a better view. "Most of it's only accessible in my alt mode, but I got a few things."

He sticks his forearm out and a panel retracts. "Winch," he says, gesturing at it. "Got them on both sides. And my hand's kit." His left hand retracts back into his forearm, and he transforms tools out in rapid succession, including but not limited to a sledgehammer, an axe, a halligan, and a chainsaw. His hand's back in a few moments, and he offers Charlie a shrug. "I don't really have a need for them. I can usually brute force my way through any of the emergencies you guys have."

"True," Charlie hums, "but it's good to know. Thank you."

Heatwave blinks, then nods, turning away and going back to his dummy. Charlie looks to Chase. "Do the others have equipment like that, or, uh, 'kit' hands?"

Chase's finial flicks. "Why don't we go ask?" he says, voice colored with an excited lilt.

Charlie gets the distinct impression he's being included on something important, but he can't even begin to be sure of what. So he just smiles, pats Chase on the cheek, and lets him take him to the others.

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie Countdown to Season 7:

85 days.

[1960z]

yeah missile is my favourite character I think. him being ray just adds this whole level of depth and complexity that I feel insane about. something something the loyalty of dogs and how when you have a powerful emotion like loyalty driving you it can lead you to do almost anything - even darker things like manipulation… it’s all very shigure sohma of him

[beaulesbian]

 Trigun Stampede 1.06

Meryl worrying about her the boys not talking to each other

[lavellane]

can you fucking imagine if instead of the mourn watch or lords of fortune factions we'd instead had an inquisition and agents of fen'harel faction . personally i have not stopped thinking about it once since finishing veilguard but maybe thats just me

[unordinaries]

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[haveihitanerve]

“Please tell me nobody kissed me.” Steve laughed, and Tony, for the first time since he had met the soldier, could see real, genuine relief and joy on his face. Tony's lips curved. He had made the soldier laugh. Made him look like that. Something lodged in Tony's throat. Steve was relieved he was alive. In less than a week, in more than a few conversations, or well, yelling matches, they had formed enough of a bond that Steve… was relieved he was alive. The super soldier smiled again, real and satisfied and complete. “We won.” Tony smiled. 

“Mr. Stark?” Tony couldn't feel his legs. He was grateful for it too, because his arm hurt just about enough. He didn't want to have to worry about his legs too. There was something digging into his side, maybe his rib, and it kinda hurt to breathe. Just a little. He spied Steve, out of the corner of his eye, something akin to devastation on his face. Heartbreak in his eyes. Tony would have moved. If he could've. Gone to his team. What he hoped was left of it. He could see Peter, and Rhodey, and Steve and Thor. But anyone else… He prayed to the gods he didn't believe in since he met what a real one was like that they were all okay. That Clint and Bruce and gods Pepper were alive. He wanted to hug Steve. Be hugged back. He wanted… he wanted to eat shawarma with his friends and drink crappy coffee at the park the way he and steve and thor always did on saturdays, and he wanted to go to art galleries with Nat and paint his nails with Clint. He wanted to sit in silence with Bruce and buy flowers for Pepper and play pool with Rhodey and test out equipment with Sam. He wanted to watch Morgan grow up and cheer for Peter when he got into his dream college. He wanted to… He wanted to see his team. Alive, happy, whole. And he wanted to hug them all. But that was really damned hard to do when one couldn't feel ones legs. Peter came into his periphery and Tony focused, shifting his head to look at the boy. Gods, he was going to miss him. Peter was bright in the same way Harvey had been, in the same way Tony liked to think he was. And he had this spark, this beautiful spark of life that made him so.. Joyous and happy and relieved to exist. Peter loved life, loved it whole heartedly and with open arms, even with everything it threw at him and took from him. Tony wanted him to keep that joy. That love. “Mr. Stark. We won Mr. Stark.” Peter whimpered. Tony smiled.