#what is going on inside their heads

[creamiest-corn]

i think they got lost

[tinchronicles]

Actually shitting myself please kdbdkkfjfgb why do we keep taking jarry out of his net????? When has that ever done us any good please

[forkaround]

BL Awards - Fvcking would be less explicit

TBH, this is just me entertaining myself.

idk if this is something that comes over from BLs yaoi roots but holy fuck. This are scene that make me wonder:

WHAT IS GOING ON INSIDE THIER HEADS? (affectionate)

(BL Awards: At the end of an amazing year of absolute chaos in the world of BL. I come to you with my favorite moments of the year divided into categories that would not make it into any respectable Award show. But this is Tumblr. You know what you signed up for.) (what is going on inside their head (derogatory))

Minato + Sheet (Minato Shouji Coin Laundry)

Honestly this moment was insane. Easily the most insane moment if it wasn't for GAP. Shin is just a horny, horny teenager. Look at him tuck his head behind his ear. Look at him come up with an excuse to touch Minato. "I'm feeling the sheets". Yeah, you sure are.

Eternal Yesterday - Bite the Ear

I started this show only after seeing the gifs for this moment. And promptly dropped it. There wasn't any way this would have ended happy and I have already had 180 Degrees break my heart this year. I don't need more. I can't help but wonder, in moments like there, what are the actors thinking? Do they think this is absolutely insane? How do they do this? Honestly props to all actors, especially Japanese ones who seem to get such scenes the most.

The Eclipse - Smelling Ayan's Jacket

This was the moment I knew I was going to love this character. All that repression and then he smells Ayan's jacket the first chance he gets. I don't think I will ever get over this. And the fact that Ayan caught him. Boy is kinder than me. I won't stop making fun of Akk for this. Akk is thinking: If enemy why nice smell?

180 Degrees - Flirting over Philosophy

Let's face it, one gif can't do this justice. Every second they were together in a room, alone or having a philosophical battle was charged with more electricity than a power grid. How did it end like that? I know how and tbf there was almost no other way this could have ended but I wish, so desperately, it could have. Also, I'm a philosophy hoe, I can talk for hours and hours.

Pharm - Confessing love in food (Until We Meet Again)

(I couldn't find a gif for the moment so you get this insanely cute moment)

This wasn't this year but I saw it this year so it counts. It's the shy way Pharm explains what Bun Lan Dan Mek means and Dean's response "Who taught you to talk like that?" Insane. Pharm is the tinniest littlest guy and the audacity to make him say he was wishing for a happy married life by making this. Insane.

SamMon - Bite nose Bite lip (GAP the series)

It's a good thing I such at time management or this scene won't have made the list. Again, Just what are they thinking? And this time it's also what are the characters thinking? Sam if you want to kiss her just kiss her. No need to create intricate rituals. Your grandmother isn't here.

I can't believe this is something I get sometimes. It feels so surreal to have so much to watch, chew and brain-rot over. Tarif karu kya uski jisne tumhe banaya. (smt like what praise should I give to the one who made you)

[chloesimaginationthings]

The moment FNAF movie Vanessa knew she fucked up

[gaslightgirlsummer]

and then just to make sure everyone got the message, they called it a love story

hello??

[insanesonofabitch]

You would think Castiel’s “heaven” being filled with badly edited half-naked pictures of Dean Winchester is from some spn fan account shitpost from 2015 but no it’s from season 9 episode 22 Stairway To Heaven draft script.

​I CAN HEAR IT CALLING TO ME, SAM.

[silkwound]

I've been enjoying reading other people's AUs and started thinking about one myself where things go as they did except Ogata hasn't shot himself, failed to meet his initial goals and dissapeared without a trace. Some time would pass, and then there would be stories about a strange silent man with a bizarre rifle who you can stuble upon in the forests on the Russo-Japanese border. x / twitter

[puppyeared]

my attempt at making a fursona

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Hunger

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Okay hear me out!

We have all talked about how Jason gets pit rage because of the Lazarus waters being gross ecto, or how his obssession is the Joker and needing to kill him and a bunch of other things,

Yes?

With me so far?

Okay!

Let me give that a twist,

That Pit Rage Jason feels is hunger, specifically a ghosts hunger.

Jason came back from the dead not fully, he's a starving ghost with a malnourished proto-core, until he properly eats it will stay weak and hungry.

How does the Joker fit in all this?

Easy, With the lack of good ecto for Jason to feed and stabilize from the next best option is his murderer.

Consuming that who killed you is very nourishing for a new ghost.

So Jason getting angry with the bats and others when they tell him not to kill the Joker or actively prevent him from even getting near him is like putting all his favourite foods right in front of him and then taking it away from him,

Each time getting worse for Jason, only getting hungrier and hungrier each time it happens.

How would you feel if you were starving and people kept offering you food and then pulling it away before you could eat it?

Confused?

Desperate?

Anger?

It doesn't count as cannibalism if you're not the same

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Jason biting the bars of his holding cell like a dog

Dick: "Is it just me or where his teeth always that sharp?"

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Oracle: "I lost sight of the Joker!"

Jason hunched over with glowing green eyes while drooling: "No worries he's nearby I can smell him."

Other Bats listening on the comms: " ...What the hell do you mean smell ! Are you drooling ?!"

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Bats: "Wow Jason sure is getting creative trying to get the Joker!"

Jason:

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Check tags for some funny extras

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Just an Idea

[ascesabo]

the great irony of early one piece antagonists believing zoro was the actual captain and using luffy as a puppet ... oda really threw us a bone and curb-stomped it right in our faces. yes, zoro could be a captain in his own right. yes, zoro could match luffy in strength. yes, zoro knows this perfectly well. and you know what? he chose luffy two years ago, and he will continue to choose luffy again and again. roronoa zoro, the pirate hunter, who followed a wannabe pirate with a nonexistent crew on a whim because luffy brought him his swords and made a half-assed attempt at a bargain. zoro, who made a vow to never lose again on both his and luffy's honor. zoro, who told luffy he'd make him commit harakiri if he got in the way of zoro's goal, only to turn around and be willing to sacrifice his dream if it means that luffy reaches his. zoro, who stood in place and took luffy's pain and told a warlord to take his head instead of luffy's, who got down on his knees before his supposed rival and begged mihawk to mentor him so that he could return strong enough to protect his captain. zoro, who has conqueror's haki- a natural born leader- but chooses to stay at the right hand of a man he has deemed greater than himself.

and the thing that luffy fears most? being alone. being rejected. being left behind. and what should have been his foil- the pirate hunter to his pirate king, the nonbeliever to his divine, the king of hell to his sun god- instead becomes his first and most devout follower; the one who demands to follow him to hell and back. oughhhggg i'm sick to my stomach

[mypuchiart]

Day 15: You know what they say, you have to keep working even on rainy days!!

[tokibuns]

feanger redraw from 4 years ago or sumn

[turtleblogatlast]

Big Mama must have lost some serious standing in the yokai underworld because it’s gotten apparent that she keeps being beaten by a small group of teenagers and the occasional rat man, and when it’s not them then she’s taking L’s from her own schemes working against her.

And in the ensuing power vacuum, the Hamatos accidentally become the most feared crime family known to all the big bads of the Hidden City.

After all, they’ve publicly outplayed Big Mama multiple times, a couple of them have taken out the heads of two of the most well known criminal organizations, one took out Heinous Green, two are responsible for the destruction of Witch Town, they have ties to both the infamous Baron Draxum and Captain Piel, they won the Doom Dome death race, they’re Battle Nexus Champions, they’ve displayed insane feats of power and defeated impossibly strong enemies, most of them have been to jail, and they regularly mingle with humans.

You can just imagine the notoriety they’d accumulate from word of mouth alone.

[ireallyhatemyself-ao3]

Roy's a little distracted...

For those who can't read my awful handwriting lol, the text goes:

Jean: Woah, the boss looks so serious... Kain: He's been like that all day. (he hasn't even touched any of his paperwork...) Jean: I wonder what's got 'im thinking so hard... Meanwhile, in Roy's mind: ((he) can't stop thinking about last night)

I have a 600-ish page book I really need to finish reading for this summer research thingy, but I'm procrastinating so clearly the best course of action was drawing sussy royed fanart---because obviously 💀💀 Oml, seriously tho, I should be JAILED for this, lmasjkd. Unironically some of the most scandalous fanart I've ever made, so it was legitimately embarrassing af to draw, askjd. Not very demure.

(and as always, bonus closeup of Ed's eyes!! <33)

[bidisasterevankinard]

Eddie Diaz, you telling me that you lived a week thinking love of your life is dying with your last words to him go get'em cowboy, and the next thing you saying to him is bzz bzz

My man what is wrong with you?

[starry-bi-sky]

What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.

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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 

Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 

Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 

Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 

Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  

She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 

Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 

Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 

The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 

Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.

“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.

“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 

‘Martha Mae Knight’ was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.

Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 

“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.

“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”

Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 

Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 

Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 

Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 

There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 

“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 

When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.