#when charlie emotes

[squorttle-pox]

one of my fav subtle design differences between lucifer and charlie is that lulu's exposed muscle circles are attached to his cheeks while charlie's exposed muscle circles are attached to her mouth

[allastoredeer]

If there's one headcanon I will die on a hill defending, it's that Alastor experiences and indulges in the neurodivergent impulse of nibbling as a means of affection. Just nom. :3

Usually without using his actual teeth, but only light pressure with. He bites Rosie's knuckles when he holds her hand. She has of course made the joke that if he wants a finger he'll have to bite harder than that. Haha, cannibal humor!

He nibbled Husk and Niffty exactly once each. Husk swiped at him once the shock wore off, and Niffty tried to reciprocate with way more force.

Shipping wise, I imagine he'd do it while sleepy if someone touched his face.

Drunken Deer Nom's On Those He Tolerates - More At Ten!

I like to think that Alastor nom's on Rosie, Niffty, and Husk often enough that they're completely desensitized to it. This is new for Charlie, though, she's never been nom'ed by a cannibal before, much less Alastor.

Lucifer gets chomped because Alastor is catching feelings and he's not happy about it.

[the-ace-with-spades]

(another unfinished post i found on the way to glasgow - that was the longest train ride in my life - I'm sorry in advance)

When Ice finally passes away, at the age of 73, in his sleep, Bradley moves Mav into their house the same day.

He gets the call in the morning, while trying to simultaneously cook Jake's breakfast and try to make their daughter put on a rain jacket. It's not Mav, but someone from the hospital. Jake doesn't know this — Bradley's face twitches only for a second and then he's back to the nagging, relaxing tone and telling their daughter it's raining and it won't stop. Jake only finds out when he comes back home from the school drop-off and Mav is already there on their couch. Jake doesn't even get the full explanation until that night, just a quick, "Ice passed away overnight."

There's only their three youngest living with them at the time — their 18-year-old daughter who attends UC San Diego, and their 15-year-old son who is still in high school, and their 7-year-old daughter — so Mav takes one of the vacant bedrooms.

The first few nights, Bradley sleeps in the same bed with him. Neither of them looks like they get much sleep. They don't really eat, either, just drink coffee and nibble on the crackers.

The kids start coming back home, and their oldest helps Jake arrange most of the things for the funeral, at least for the first few days. Mav is... numb, not really there, and Jake understands — he would, too, if he woke up one day and his husband died in his sleep next to him. Bradley is silent, mostly, the way he usually rambles to fill out the silence, the way he hums, the way he sings at any given time when there are no words spoken, it's all gone and Jake doesn't know how to fill out the silence either, how to ask, how to make it better without asking.

Bradley doesn't cry, or at least not the way he knows Mav does — he can see Mav's red eyes every morning — but there's something empty in his gaze, in the way his eyes follow Mav and in the way he melts whenever Mav is around, always close, always brushing against him. Mav spaces out a lot, doesn't talk much, doesn't—well, doesn't do much. Every time he tries to help with something, paperwork, the funeral arrangements, the hospital bills, even just sorting out the kids' school leave or Jake's own work leave, he fumbles a bit, not really able to focus on anything for long, and it's like his mind is completely scrambled. Jake doesn't know how to help him — doesn't know if they even can.

The kids, well, did not take it well, as expected. The oldest two try to be brave and help Jake with everything, keep the house going, but their youngest daughter doesn't really understand why her pops isn't back, the middle kids don't understand why now — Ice was in remission, in good health, would go hiking with them once a month, play with them in the backyard, talking about plans for the future with them, nothing that would tell them to expect their pops passing away. Mav and Ice had taken care of all of them for years, while Jake and Bradley were still deployable, and helping out as much as they could. Ice was a huge part of their lives, since the very beginning.

Bradley is certainly not doing any better but one couldn't be able to tell if they didn't know him well enough. He's always been more for packing his feelings into a tight neat box, compartmentalizing until there is too much and it all overflows in some explosive way. His focus is mostly on Mav and the kids, trusting Jake to take care of anything he can't.

Jake can't even ask him how he's doing until the night before the funeral.

Mav tells Bradley he wants to be alone that night and Bradley lands in their bedroom.

He acts normal — checks the kids are in bed, checks on Mav, prepares stuff for breakfast in the morning, has a shower. Only when he sits down in their bed, their dress blues, cleaned and pressed sitting on the hangers hooked up on their wardrobe, right in front of him—only then he freezes, a blank stare still on the uniforms.

Jake sits down next to him on the bed. "Talk to me, Bradley."

"I knew it was going to happen at some point, I just," "I just thought we would have a few more years."

Bradley sleeps curled up on his chest — he sleeps the whole night, soundlessly, and Jake is almost settled.

Almost. Mav is a couple doors down, alone.

Ice's been—had been retired many years now, but he had been high enough in the ranks that the Navy still insists on making a military funeral. Jake tried to take away as much of the flashy bullshit as possible, but there are still things leftover — the sailors with the flag, the flyover. But there's no one who wasn't close with the family at the ceremony, there's no speeches, and no one tries to hand either Mav or Bradley a flag.

The wake has an even smaller amount of people, all packed in their house — Mav hasn't been at his own house since — and thanks to Slider, mostly, and his 'the bastard wouldn't want us to mope around', it's less sad and quiet.

Mav eats two slices of cake, which is the most Jake's seen him eat since, and even laughs at some stories about Ice people are exchanging.

Ice had a good life. A big family. A big happy family that loved him.

But life goes on without him. Jake goes back to work first, then the kids have to go back to school, then Bradley has to back to work. After a couple of days alone at their house, Mav starts bringing up moving back to his own house.

He's not really doing great. He's still quiet, still spaces out more often than not, still forgets himself sometimes, still freezes whenever he tries to say something and the we he uses is one person short. He's—lifeless, for a lack of better word, and seems like he's noticing it now that Bradley isn't with him most of the waking hours.

"That is our home," Mav tells them. "I can't abandon it forever, I'd be abandoning him, too, if I—"

Jake—Jake gets it. He doesn't like it, but he gets it.

Bradley's been fielding off any suggestions of Mav moving out but he's pretty sure that soon Mav is going to pack his stuff and up and leave without asking for permission.

"If he wants to move back home, we can't exactly hold him here. against his will."

"Jake," Bradley says. "I feel like—if we let Mav go back there alone, he's going to die of a broken heart and I won't have either of them anymore."

"Sweetheart—"

"I know it's selfish," he interrupts, "but I can't lose him, too. Not now."

Jake can't make Mav stay with them — so he finds the best solution he can and instead, they all move in with Mav. Hell with it, he's going to try to get everyone to live their lives to the end. They'd done it before, Mav, Ice, Bradley, Jake and their two kids under one roof, when their oldest two were their only two kids.

The two of them and two of their youngest; two of their kids move into their house so they don't have to sell it.

Mav lives on. They try to occupy his mind by throwing their youngest at him — ask him to take her to school, pick her up from school, take her to her gymnastics class, do her homework with her, teach her how to play piano. The other kids pick up on it, too, and their high schoolers would wrap Mav into doing math workbooks with them, or ask him to drive them to their friends' house, and the kids that have moved out ask Mav to go to lunch together or call him to ask him things about car and house repairs that don't exist.

Mav gets brighter every day. Never as bright as before, but no longer so numb.

Their daughter ends up never moving out and so do they.

They all get older but Mav holds up pretty well. He does break his hip when trying to wash the windows, had a limp and terrible back ache ever since, had to stop driving because he can't see shit, had to stop piloting even sooner, and his memory is also shit, but Jake is pretty sure his cholesterol is lower than his own and he has better blood pressure than Bradley. Bradley and Mav are the ones cooking after all, Jake is the one eating all the tasty but not healthiest food, and Mav's life revolves around spoiling his cute great-grandkids and Bradley's is filled with the constant stress of managing Navy's top flying school.

For his ninetieth birthday, Mav flies a fighter jet as a passenger, the oldest person to ever do that — his youngest granddaughter is the one to take him up in the air, a junior grade lieutenant herself. They have a birthday party held at their house, Mav falls asleep in the armchair, Bradley makes fun of him and promptly falls asleep on the couch, too. Jake loves them both so much and still kind of can't believe he has this — house full of grown-up kids and grandkids of his own, his graying husband of over thirty years, his father-in-law coming to an age he wanted to see his mother at.

They're cleaning up, their two daughters who still don't have kids and didn't need to go home helping, and Mav tells them he's going to get some fresh air on their veranda. "I've got a terrible headache," is all he says.

Half an hour passes, they've packed all the clean and dirty dishes, and Bradley huffs to himself. "He fell asleep on the bench again, didn't he," and goes outside.

Bradley shouts for him in less than a minute. The ambulance is there in eight. Within the half-hour and a CT scan in the hospital, the neurologist tells them Mav is too far gone to survive the day. Within six hours, every single person from their family has come to say goodbye. When they pass the seven hours mark, Jake stands up from the plastic chair behind Bradley — he's not about to tell Bradley he should rest, but he's been holding Mav's hand since the minute they admitted Mav to the ward and hasn't eaten or drunk anything all day. He tells him he'll go grab them a coffee and bagels and gets a little nod and a smile.

Jake comes back twenty minutes later and Bradley doesn't even look up from where he's gripping Mav's hand.

"Can you get the nurse for me?"

[stopper-my-heart]

Heartstopper S1E3: "Kiss" -- A very non-inclusive sample of fantastic acting via facial expression by Joe Locke

You can practically see words running across Charlie's face here. "I don't under- What do you mean?"

Look at this LIP QUIVER after Charlie looks down. This is just before he takes the bold step of moving them from the abstract into the concrete by touching his pinkie to Nick's, and then asking, "Would you kiss me?"

Charlie has been working very hard to remain outwardly patient, calm and positive-neutral after they've kissed. When Charlie asks Nick if he's okay (with an eyebrow twitch of hopeful pleading that escapes his careful containment) and Nick's focus is taken away from Charlie's face, it's safe for Charlie to momentarily drop his mask a little bit. We then catch a glimpse of just how much Nick's answer to this question matters to Charlie before his face re-softens for Nick.

[enchantedanimal]

Mad dad

[ninacarstairss]

one thing i was definitely not ready for is kit’s delivery of that run on the street with no shoes or socks on. after the shoes in the sea thing this was his moment to really shine

[whitmore]

cannot believe how good charlie is at pole. his hips are so forward on that front hook and his shoulder mount was almost perfect i really can’t tell if he’s done this before or just studied the casualonas emote really well

[tomlhardy]

The gang always knew Glenn Howerton had another side to him [x]

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

"Charlie tops!" ok "She 'commands a little more authority' in the bedroom, as per Vaggie's suggestion!" good good sure makes sense, working on some healthy confidence building with the gf, very fun "Did you SEE her eyeing Vaggie's new wings!? How she pulled Vaggie into her during the kiss????? WOW" i'm following this thought process 100% "The way she picks Vaggie up and SPINS HER! And Vaggie's adoring look at her afterwards!" yes i too am gay "Wouldn't it be funny if happy sunshine uncomfortable with public sex things Charlie was a literal demon beast in bed with her normally grumpy and assertive partner?" it would be so cute i love it

and also

Vaggie being painfully tender with Charlie in return. Vaggie coming from a life of deranged violence where trusting people came through combat- and one of those people fucked up her body in a real and permanent way- being so careful with Charlie at first. And then later, even when she's not so worried about accidently hurting Charlie anymore, Vaggie just basking in how gentle she can be with the woman she loves. Feathers, huh? I bet there's a lot Charlie could do with those wings. I bet there's a lot of ways Vaggie could touch Charlie with them, lighter than anything she's been able to do before, and maybe not even a directly horny way but in these soft little possessive moments of reverence- the irony of an angel worshiping a demon with all the slow, deliberate movements of a prayer or sacrament. And maybe sometimes the softness and the slowness is almost too much for dramatic Charlie who can barely ever keep still, almost torturous to make it through- and maybe that's part of the fun for her, too

maybe be held tightly and firmly like Charlie will never let her go is what calms Vaggie down, maybe Charlie calling the shots lets her relax and feel safe, not having to worry about doing anything wrong

maybe Vaggie just so clearly reveling in every tiny moment with her is what get's Charlie's heart racing, maybe having to wait for each promised touch and having Vaggie keep that promise is something she kinda really needs

[aarontveit]

GRACELAND, S01E07: Goodbye High

RANDOM MIKE WARREN GIFS: 338 / ∞

[dennisboobs]

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

↳ Chardee MacDennis: The Game of Games // The Gang Goes Bowling

[contagiousrhythminmybrain]

10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY Meryl Davis and Charlie White win Olympic gold in ice dance

[snitling]

Can't talk, just thinking about how Daredevil S1 ep10, "Nelson v Murdock" was probably my favourite episode of anything ever

[notshellstrop]

just bingewatched heartstopper 2 and i feel so.

i feel so much, i'm almost sick.

first of, darcys story? darcys fucking story, i can't even. a teenage girl, a lesbian, being this friendly and cheerful and slightly out of pocket persona, and all this qualities being just a little very loud, because at home she's so very quiet, and me,

being so fucking jealous of her. simply because i didn't ever attempt to run away like that. i just froze. and pretended it was nothing really there. and darcy is so, so brave.

she's saying this "im not who you think i am, you might love that person not who i am really" speech and i just wanna scream because not only i feel just exactly like that, i didn't ever have the courage to say it. to verbalize it. 'cause they don't just might love the person they think i am, they definitely do, you know?

they do.

and darcy runs away. and darcy tells the truth. and i didn't. and i don't.

and now it's too late, cause i'm twenty now, and when i run away, if i run away, it'll be "moving out, 'cause that's what all the grown ups do, 'cause now it's right and acceptable to". but maybe i should do it earlier. i don't know, it was pretty dangerous for me to do so in my country, but i still feel like i should. like i needed that, and i needed the consequences, if they were. i deserved the consequences.

but it doesn't matter. seeing darcy doing brave things, braver things, was almost like finally doing them myself.

♡

[aurorangen]

Just laugh it off

Transcript:

Dear Diary, today Uncle Billy taught me how to ride a bike! I learned pretty quickly and I can go so fast now, even faster than Charlie shhh!!

As a reward, I could buy anything I wanted…ANYTHING AT ALL! I said I really wanted this book of amazing facts, so off we went to the bookshop.

I found the book! Then I saw a page about kelp and the word mermaidic kelp. I was so confused, mermaids existing? I’ll ask Uncle Billy later, he knows everything. He’s a journalist and part time detective. I really look up to him!

On the way home, I started talking about new things I learned all from the top of my head! And then I asked Billy if mermaids exist.

Charlie started laughing at me. Billy said of course they don’t exist and started laughing. The I got the giggles. What a stupid question that was!

[sunmisbf]

when i was younger i was so obsessed w bridgit mendler bc of her role as juliet in wizards of waverly place i was so happy when she got her own show. i used to record some of the good luck charlie episodes on my video camera n i’d take pictures of teddy’s different looks/outfits bc i always thought she looked so pretty n cute n lemonade mouth was life changinggg for me i loved her role as olivia. i was so attached to all of her characters i definitely had a crush on her n didn’t realize it back then 😭