#this could not have been a better scene

[stevenrogered]

You should call him. Really? Heck yeah!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thanks for listening to my sad backstory. Anyway, here's Wonderwall.

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[fiepige]

Compilation of EVERY single time they changed Hobie's filter in the digital version:

Left: Theatrical release Right: Digital release

You might have to click on some of them to get a better look at Hobie, sadly I don't have a video editor that allows me to make better edits than these :')

[antennatoheaven]

i don't care that there's a murderbot tv show in the works. it should have been animated instead

[dykedvonte]

Can you talk about trans!Curly a little bit more? I'm curios if you have any headcanons and the like

-💀

It's just such a thing in my mind because it adds a truthful sadness and differing aspect to mouthwashing.

If Curly was trans it adds the horror of the horribly selfish thought he could have easily been in Anya's situation. It could've been him but it wasn't and he so conflicted on the pit it put in his stomach that brings and the shameful relief it wasn't. In this scenario he is friends with Jimmy for a long time still. Jimmy likely knew him pretransition. Maybe he gave Curly weird looks then, maybe they never stopped after, maybe they seemed meaner. They are guys now, bros, both of them are. He doesn't really have to worry what those looks mean anymore, Jimmy just has that face with him sometimes. It's recontextualizing a lot of things for him that he was in denial about or too ashamed to admit. How naive he was being and how he let that get another person hurt.

Specifically with Anya, it's he knows the dread and fear she's feeling. He can understand it because he had to live with it for a good portion of his life, he knows it cause he still does, just in a slightly different way. It makes him think of all the times he's been alone with Jimmy, all the times he's been way more drunk off his ass and not remember the night, Jimmy was always with him the next day. Makes him think of the comments he would laugh off both because that's what guys do but because that part of being a girl says to laugh so Jimmy doesn't do something. It's the selfish realization that he was never safe and he's uncertain now too. Mad at himself for forgeting that feeling, espcially since for a long time he would've been considered the only woman on a crew (with all that implies) for a long time.

He should've taken those blinders off, step back into that position for just a moment and it's so much more painful that Anya likely came to him because he should've gotten it. Those thoughts don't leave his mind after the crash when he's in an even more vulnerable position than she was...

[backjustforberena]

we moved on too quickly, I fear

[starflungwaddledee]

Oooo starstruck dee has little stars at the bottom of her feet! Are they just aesthetic or would they make imprints into the ground? (like pawprints)

exactly like that! though she's not the only one...

edit: might need to add some additional dialogue to this to make it more clear, but a clarification in the interim; he knows about his own footprints. he's just surprised to see something similar already there when he knows he's only just landed. he lifts his own shoe to confirm that they're not identical (and also to reveal this to the viewer). seems his stoicism beat off the clarity in this one, sorry 😭

[m0on-boys]

they had to make Vanessa break up w wade in the film because they'd already kidnapped her and killed her and they couldn't just have her in the film as a person like peter, obviously she could only be there if she was being used to motivate wade somehow

[jesuis-assez]

↠ Tim & Lucy ↳ 5x04 - The Choice

[kiyomitakada]

i feel like one of the gayest things light ever did was tell rem (through misa) to kill L, and rem was like "yeah sure why not i don't give a fuck about you or L, i can kill him right now," and light was like Wait What No

[stevenrogered]

Wait, Tommy's gay?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I want you whipped into shape!

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[miniscule-meow]

Charlie and Felix: The Way I Am

Masterpost Wordcount: ~2.1k Warnings: Violence, Blood, Injury, Swears First Part | Last Part | Next Part

“My brothers go to Rosehill. Would they know you?”

Felix sits on his couch, staring up at his lofted ceiling mulling over Charlie’s comment. He huffs a sigh and reaches for his computer. The easiest way to figure out who she is would just be to see her last name on the paper they did together. He didn’t care to pay attention before. Honestly, he didn’t think it would be relevant, he just threw his portion of the work into the document and let her figure out the rest. But if her brothers went to school with him… They almost certainly know who he is. The question just becomes who are her brothers?

He opens the project now and finds her name at the top of the page, next to his own. He’s attempting to convince himself that whoever her family is, it couldn’t possibly be that bad.

Charlotte Beauregard.

Well, shit.

…almost two years ago…

Rosehill University is the ultimate training ground for the next generation of Supers, and Felix, against all odds, has found himself amidst the students here. He sits in the cafeteria, hunched over the table in a fruitless attempt to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible. His ranking here is, frankly, quite pathetic. He can only really use his size-changing ability to shift up to ten or fifteen feet tall, this makes his ability one of the worst in the entire school. He knows he can get bigger than that, he’s done it once before, he’s just struggling to get consistent results. For almost a full year now, that's what it's been, "struggling to get consistent results." That’s all.

“Hey Short-stack, I heard the mundanes are really looking forward to utilizing your ability. They need people that can reach those top shelves in grocery stores,” Beckett huffs a cruel laugh as he swipes an apple from Felix’s plate.

“Just ignore him, man,” the super sitting next to him, Jeremey Beauregard, mutters under his breath.

“I’ve been getting better,” Felix grumbles loudly.

This happens far too often, someone, usually Beckett, picking on him for his ability. He shouldn't have to hide in the bathroom to eat. He shouldn't have to cower through the halls, it's bullshit. He thought this kind of drama stopped after high school, he was wrong.

Thankfully, Jeremey has stuck with him the past several months. His ability comes in handy when you're just trying to avoid a fight. The upper level supers love to spar and fight, always challenging one another to secure their place in the hierarchy at the school. Challenges like that are common, healthy, and even encouraged for developing supers. The faculty usually just prefers for challenges to happen in the sanctioned zones, but it doesn't always shake out like that. Honestly, for as many times as Felix has been sent to the infirmary, it seems like the faculty really don't care about most of the finer details.

Supers fight to prove their worth, and according to his current track record, Felix is not worth much. Now, why someone as strong as Beckett feels the need to pester him of all people...? He doesn't really have an answer for that.

“It isn’t worth it,” Jeremey says again with a small shake of his head.

“Improvement is the whole point of coming to—” Felix begins.

“You really think you belong here?” Beckett cuts in. “Really? Even Jeremey has a more exciting ability than you do,” at the mention of his name, Jeremey raises an eyebrow but sticks to his own advice and ignores the insult for the both of them. “You’ve got nothing. You’re nothing. All you’re doing is hurting the reputation of the school by being here.”

Felix stands quickly, his chair scraping back against the floor, “That’s not true.” He raises his chin to look Beckett in the eyes, pretending not to hear Jeremey’s disappointed sigh.

“Do you want to prove it?” Beckett asks in a low taunt, standing a full head taller than Felix, for now. He’s one of the strongest supers in the school. Fighting him would almost certainly mean a trip to the infirmary… again. But Felix can’t help it, this desire to prove himself is too strong. He needs this. He knows his ability can be really cool. He knows it. He just needs it to work for once. He squares his shoulders, staring Beckett down, refusing to back down from his challenge.

The air around them grows still and quiet as the others in the cafeteria can sense the growing tension, heads start turning their way.

“What are you gonna do then? Stand on your tip toes?” Beckett jeers loudly, ready to give a good show, some of the onlookers chuckle. Felix, pushed past his boiling point, throws the first punch. Beckett doges easily, and returns the blow, landing a solid hit right to Felix’s gut. Felix stumbles backwards, Beckett wastes no time advancing, activating his ability as he strides forward. His face set in a smug grin, knowing there’s no way he’ll lose. He flicks his hand, using his ability to send a spray of molten sparks to Felix’s feet. Felix jumps back and is met with more laughter.  “You should really invest in some dance lessons, you’re not very good at this,” He says, tossing more fire to the ground in front of him, just toying with him.

“Come on, do something about it,” Beckett calls, sounding bored. “If you’re going to act like a mundane, maybe you should just transfer to a mundane school.” Beckett says before lunging forward. Felix is barely able to doge his flaming fist. Felix hears the laughter from the crowd. He grits his teeth and shifts, growing taller than Beckett. “Okay, now, have you considered trying out for our basketball team?” With a wave of his hand, he sends another spray of fire out towards Felix. It connects with his arm, brushing up against the bottom of his chin. He winces at the burn and he quickly slaps the flame out as it begins to catch on his sleeve. The growing crowd is getting louder now, laughing at him, mocking him alongside Beckett.

“Shut up!” He shouts, and something breaks inside of him. His blood roars in his ears, his face red from embarrassment, part of his sleeve still smoldering from Beckett’s last attack. Without thinking about it, without trying to force it, he grows. He grows fast, and he grows huge. In an instant, he’s bigger than he’s ever been before. Part of him aches from the rapid growth, but most of him doesn’t care. He doesn’t even think. “Is this what you wanted?” He shouts, dropping to his knees and reaching forward, he slaps Beckett down against the floor with his hand.

The crowd isn’t laughing anymore, they cover their ears to brace against the sound of his voice. He looks down at the super pinned beneath his palm. He looks like a little doll now, but there’s no fear in his eyes.

“Alright,” he grunts, straining under the weight of Felix’s hand, “Now you might be worth fighting.” Beckett’s lip curls into a predatory smile. He activates his full ability, both of his arms igniting to a vibrant inferno from fingertip to shoulder. Felix jolts, jerking his hand away quickly. He knows he just needs to act fast. He gasps against the sharp bite of flame in his hands as he reaches down and swipes Beckett up into the air, he slams him down with enough force to stun him. Then he balls his blistering hand into a fist and strikes down, pounding him into the ground again, and again and again.

Until his fist is blocked. It hits the air above Beckett with a hollow ‘thunk.’ He pauses long enough to see the iridescent glint of a barrier.

Jeremey. His head snaps away from Beckett, searching for his friend.

“He’s had enough, dude,” Jeremey says warily, having backed away from their table.

“You’re defending him?” He asks incredulously.

“You’ve already won! You don’t need to kill him,” Jeremey returns, holding his hands out like he’s trying to calm some kind of wild animal.

“Who’s fucking side are you on? You didn’t use a barrier when he was trying to set me on fire.”

“It’s not about sides, I just—”

“Drop your barrier,” Felix says. Done listening, he's ready to settle this. He turns his gaze back to Beckett, scowling down at him as he starts to push himself up on unsteady limbs.

“No.” Jeremey asserts firmly.

Felix scoffs, He thought they were friends, but it turns out he’s just like the rest of them. Beckett was right, he probably only liked hanging out with Felix so that he could feel better about his own ability. Now that Felix is actually strong, he doesn’t want to help him out anymore? It has to be jealousy.

Felix balls his hand into a fist, and smashes down against Jeremey’s pathetic little barrier. After three hits, he sees Jeremey stumble under the strain of bracing against his attacks, and the barrier begins to splinter. One more punch and the barrier shatters completely, Jeremey drops to a knee, breathing heavily. He tries to throw up another shield, but it flickers weakly.

“Hey. Is there a problem?” A new voice breaks through, giving Felix pause. Marshall Beauregard pushes through the crowd, looking from Beckett and Felix, over to his brother, Jeremey. The commotion building up between the gathered students is stopped instantly. Marshall is considered to be THE top dog at their school right now. Unlike Beckett, he isn’t antagonistic. In fact, he rarely uses his abilities at all. Felix looks him over, a new challenge sparking in his eyes.

“How about we all power down, and maybe just try to talk this one out?” Marshall says calmly.

If he can beat Beckett and Marshall, both in one go, he’d rocket up the ranks at the school. No one would ever say he doesn’t belong here. He’d run this school.   

He knows he can take him.

Felix reaches out to grab him up in a fist, But Marshall is faster. Vines burst from the floor. Wrapping over Felix’s hand, they thread between his fingers and tether him down to the ground. Before he can pull away, the vines layer thicker and thicker over his hand, and up over his wrist. The mass of plants constricts, growing tighter around his hand, solidifying with a thick bark over the top. Felix attempts to pull away, and thorns pierce into his skin. The poison barbs make his veins feel like they’re on fire.

Not like this.

Felix grits his teeth and focuses. Moving quickly, he grows smaller, just enough to give himself some room. He rips his hand free and explodes larger, even larger than before. The vines burst under the strain, sending out a shower of bark. He mauls his hand in the process, but he’s free now. He’s never been able to pull off any sort of dexterous size shifting before now, but he doesn’t have time to be impressed with himself.

Despite his hands burning from both Beckett’s fire and the poisonous thorns, he slaps his palm down on Marshall’s standing form. Once again, Marshall moves with a surprising amount of speed. He encases himself in a sharp cocoon. As Felix slams his hand down, Marshall’s defense pierces fully through the palm of his hand. He cries out as the bud opens into a massive flower, and out steps Marshall, entirely unscathed.

Felix rips the bloom from his hand, unimpaling his hand from the thick stalk. His hand oozes from its gaping wound. If he took the time to observe it, he could peer straight through his hand. He notes that both Marshall and Beckett had really good close range defense, it’s important that he touches them as little as possible when he’s attacking. He can’t take many more injuries if Marshall is going to spear entirely through him like that.

His stomach twists at the sight of the viscera, but the pain only makes his rage burn hotter.

“Do you yield?” Marshall asks simply.

Felix, breathing heavily, squints down at Marshall. He maintains his composure alright, but that was a lot of power he just exerted. He’s used to growing vines, sure. But against Felix, at this size, his plants rival the size of trees. His vines are more like branches. He has to be tired. It's a gamble, but Felix needs this victory. He can't give up.

He allows his shoulders to slump, as if resigning, but as Marshall’s guard drops at his sign of submission, he lashes out again. Feinting in one direction, tossing a cafeteria table his way. Then, acting quickly he reaches out with his other hand, this time he successfully snags him by the leg. Before he has a chance to retaliate, Felix flips his opponent up into the air and flings him down to the ground. The arc of his descent is swift and entirely unforgiving as he crashes into the ground. Marshall's attempt to conjure more vines to break his fall was rendered mostly unsuccessful, he hit the ground hard, certainly much harder than he would have liked. Without allowing him any more time to get his bearings, Felix’s fist comes smashing down after him. Felix watches as he tries to shamble back onto his feet, his vines forming a thorny barricade around him. But his plants are growing much slower than they were at the start. He was right, Marshall is running out of stamina. A wicked grin spreads across Felix’s face. This fight just turned in his favor.

Using his bloodied hand, he rips the vines from the ground, as simple as uprooting some weeds. Tossing them aside, he comes crashing down into Marshall again, grounding him into the floor and shattering the tile beneath him. Again, and again, and again. Until the rage coursing through him burns out, Until Marshall's mangled form is left twitching in a shallow crater.

Until he feels a sharp sting hits the side of his neck, followed by several more near his shoulder.

Felix turns his head sharply, searching for his next opponent. Instead, he sees a group of security officers lowering their weapons. They tranquilized him, he realizes with a start. He feels his limbs rapidly growing heavy. He sits back on his heels, noticing for the first time how silent the cafeteria is. His breathing grows deeper, and his vision becomes hazy. As his eyes sweep across the crowd, no one dares to meet his gaze. His head is swimming now, he wavers, his ability shutting down, taking his whole body with it.

As he shrinks back to normal, feeling his consciousness slip into darkness, his last thought is spent marveling at how he just managed to take down two of the school’s strongest supers, back-to-back.

No one will dare to mess with him, not now, not ever again.

…

Felix closes his laptop, numbly blinking away the memory of what he had previously considered to be one of his most impressive achievements.

She’s definitely never talking to me again.

[makorragal-312]

Why the BuckTommy break-up fell flat narratively...

Disclaimer: I am not defending this ship. I hate it and I'm glad it's dead.

1. Prior to the break-up, he made a jab at Abby for dating a guy half her age and riding Buck off as "a himbo." Even though he's literally doing the same exact thing.

That, kids, is what we call "hypocrisy."

2. Tommy said that he "knows how the relationship ends."

Sir, if you know how it ends, why did you go for it in the first place? This just gives off that he was only dating Buck either for a good time or because Eddie wasn't showing any signs of interest, so he just settled for his bestie.

3. Tommy tries to pawn off the catalyst of the relationship ending on Buck, saying that he would "break his heart."

Even though HE was the one doing all the heart-breaking shit to BUCK throughout the entire goddamn relationship.

4. Josh's dumbass advice.

Okay, that's not fair. Josh's advice wasn't dumb per-say, but it was completely irrelevant to Buck's issue. I know that he probably doesn't really know who Tommy is, but making him sound like he was this gay pioneer who led the charge at Stonewall and that his scars should be respected?

Absolute nope.

It ended up making Buck's move-in proposal feel like he was doing it out of obligation because Tommy's been out longer than he has, so why shouldn't he ask him to move in with him?

And on that topic...

5. The return of the hamster wheel

You would think that after dumping Taylor the way he did, Buck would remember that he doesn't necessarily have to hold on to relationships that aren't working and he can just cut it loose, right?

Wrong.

Instead, they have Buck actually take Josh's advice and pull a Taylor 2.0 by asking Tommy to move in with him. This show continues to leave Buck on that fucking hamster wheel instead of letting him get off and it's working my nerve. Even if this was just the show's way of showing that Buck's toxic relationship tendencies don't change because he's with someone of the same sex, it's still redundant and annoying.

6. Buck.

The first and only time Tommy chooses to refer to Buck by his preferred name is when he's dropping him like a baked potato.

And the show never even gave Buck the chance to tell him off about it.

The fucking audacity.

And finally,

7. TOMMY KINARD HIMSELF

This whole scene, the narrative tries to paint Tommy out to be this sympathetic character all throughout, making him look all sad and talking about how "he knew the parking spot was too good to be true" and citing Buck to be the one who would break his heart.

Despite the fact that he literally broke Buck's again just seconds ago.

I'll never understand why the show decided to take this route with Tommy's character for the episode even though in past episodes, he's been canonically depicted to be insensitive at best and flat out bigoted at worse. And throughout the entirety of his and Buck's relationship, he has said and done things that have hurt Buck and he never even apologized for it. And if he did apologize, he gave a lame apology as to why he did do.

*cough* first date *cough cough*

And it definitely doesn't help matters that the show made the active choice not to bring up his past actions within the relationship or for Buck to even know about it. Instead, they made Abby the catalyst for the break up when it could've been Tommy himself being the catalyst.

Obviously, there were a million ways the show could've given the BuckTommy break-up a major impact and there were definitely ways they could've made the break-up solid with the Abby revelation.

All in all, the break-up could've been executed better, but at least the ship is dead.

[deangril]

Hello, Dean

[sherrymagic]

Neo Trai as BOSTON and Mond Tanutchai as BOEING ONLY FRIENDS (2023) | EP. 12

— requested by @odd-one-advocate ♡