#Won: Sound

[theoscarsproject]

Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991). A cyborg, identical to the one who failed to kill Sarah Connor, must now protect her ten year old son John from an even more advanced and powerful cyborg.

It really does have to be straight up one of the best action movies of all time, and one of the best sequels. Taut, thrilling, action packed, and genuinely pretty emotional - it's one of the few action movie classics that really lives up to the hype. 8/10.

[the-muppet-joker]

My therapist told me there is nothing diagnosably wrong with me and that I am just "like that." Hello fellow neurotypicals!

[opabiniart]

A page of snotlouts. He's my favorite :)

[sistertonin]

drew mcintyre backshots

[rabidline]

"A lot of people are considerate and say things like, 'You're playing games as a break from skating, right?' But in my case, my gaming goes beyond just having fun... so I was actually relieving the stress from gaming... by skating."

Shoma Uno, 3-time Olympic medalist, 2-time consecutive World Champion, 6-time Japan National Champion, Four Continents Champion, Grand Prix Final Champion.

Retired in May 2024 and chronically online on Twitter at present. Used to skate competitively to relieve his stress from gaming.

[mangosundae]

Okay fine I made a SpamTenna fankid. I like to think she’s just slighter taller than Spamton, which I guess isn’t very tall at all. She’s shorter than Kris at least.

[Text:

Nettie: Spamton and Tenna’s Daughter

- Likes to dress like her dads (got Tenna’s old coat wayyy tailored)

- Pantsless like Spamton

- Completely covered in feathers! :)

- Runs a web show a la iCarly -> “The Inter-Nettie of Things”

- Tenna got full custody in the divorce

- When she’s a teenager she does that thing where she’s like “I’m gonna go live with my other dad!!” and spends a shitty day in a dumpster with Spamton before going home]

[gagyeongs]

Sir, it's first-year, Oh Yi Young. What is it? An emergency? No it's not. I'm on call today and I didn't want to call the professor at this hour. I just need your confirmation.

RESIDENT PLAYBOOK (언젠가는 슬기로울 전공의 생활) 2025 | EP.4

[heyitsspiders]

so, i saw this in tags to a very nice reply from @matcha-milkies

and i thought it was far too funny to not draw

do with that what you will

[maximura]

[thefloatingwriter]

annie cresta is mentally ill. annie cresta is traumatized. she is traumatized from her Games. she does not need another reason to be traumatized, the Games are traumatizing enough. no, she was not involved in a secret rebel plot. no, her ptsd is not from being tortured by the capitol (though the Games themselves could be classified as capitol torture.) and no, you adding a rebel plot does not add anything to her story. in fact, it takes things away.

[phonification]

i cant stop thinking of ghost knife possessing balloon whenever hes hanging out with suitcase and goofing around

[theoscarsproject]

Glory (1989). Robert Gould Shaw leads the U.S. Civil War's first all-black volunteer company, fighting prejudices from both his own Union Army, and the Confederates.

There is something almost comically egregious about having Matthew Broderick acting as lead opposite Denzel Washington, Morgan Freeman and Andre Braugher's supporting roles in this Civil War drama, especially given the calibre of Denzel's performance in particular. Just top knotch work from him. Otherwise, I don't know. It's a Civil War movie? I can appreciate that it means a lot to people, given its focus on one of the first all Black batallions, but it still feels pretty racist in that specific late-80s way and just soaked in machismo that feels under explored. Just not for me, this one, I think. 6/10.

[caramelpenguin]

i was RIGHT FKCN THERE when it happened so i had to...

The roar of the crowd swells suddenly, voices rising in a chaotic crescendo. Jaws drop, hands shoot up, and a sea of phones fills the air, screens capturing the moment unfolding onstage. But Simon remains lost in the song he wrote twelve years ago, a melody laced with the heartache of a boy longing for something just out of reach.

He doesn’t hear the quiet footsteps approaching. What he does feel is warmth—arms wrapping around his waist, strong and certain, a familiar chest pressing against his back. And for a moment, it's like stepping into a memory. Like home. Like the nights they curled into each other before sleep, seeking comfort in the silence. Like the time Wilhelm had asked if his fish had names, in the golden glow of his childhood room.

Simon exhales sharply, his grip on the microphone tightening. He had told himself he was fine. That the sleepless nights, the endless rehearsals, the way he reached for someone in the dark only to find empty space—none of it hurt as much as it did the first time. But Wille is here, solid and real, and every moment apart crashes into him all at once. The missed calls, the whispered goodnights through a screen, needing someone who always felt just a little too far away.

He melts into the touch. His head tilts back, resting against Wille’s shoulder, and he feels the curve of a smile against his cheek. The urge to press a kiss somewhere—anywhere—burns through him, fierce and overwhelming. It’s been weeks since he’s seen him, held him, breathed him in. And now, with the weight of Wille’s presence anchoring him, it's as if no time has passed at all.

The venue has erupted into deafening screeches—Simon thinks he spots people crying—and he knows, without a doubt, that this moment will flood his social media from every possible angle. Amid the chaos, Simon barely registers the world beyond the warmth against his back.

"Sing, älskling," Wille whispers into his ear. A breathless laugh escapes Simon, his heart pounding so hard it might burst, and he nuzzles their cheeks together.

[chocokano]

traditional art from me for once?? anyways screenshot redrawish ft friede i am going CRAZY. how are we feeling friespinelers

original under cut as usual

please ignore the godawful quality i was watching it at like. 420p

[keywhole]

so hows everyone feeling about love winning in nevada

[obae-me]

The door to the common room opened as the eldest let himself inside, a curious arch to one of his eyebrows. "So here's where you all were," Lucifer sighed suspiciously, taking note of how everyone-- including MC-- was shifting in their seats, trying not to smile. "Do I even dare ask what--" The corner of his eyes spotted a small creature sneaking up behind him. His hand immediately pressed to his chest, his lips forming a tightly pressed line as he seemingly lost the air in his lungs. Catching his composure, he turned his head back to his brothers and the human in his care, shooting them all a frustrated glare. "What the hell is this doing here?"

The demon of Pride gestured down to the fluffy black and brown puppy that was no bigger than his shoe and currently busy attacking one of his shoelaces. His gaze did not leave the pup for a single second.

"I'm makin' some money. Don't worry about it," Mammon assured him, leaning back against the couch and observing his older brother with a deeply focused gaze. "Dogsittin' for a day or two."

Asmo and Satan shot each other competitive looks from across their seats.

Annoyed that he wasn't consulted first, Lucifer shook his head a bit as the puppy bounded away from his shoe and towards a dust bunny on the ground. "Well, as always, you're doing a terrible job," he huffed, quickly stepping forward and scooping the animal off the ground and tucked against his chest with one arm. The other free hand was used to pull the dust and fluff from the creature's mouth. "You mustn't have anything on the floors. They need to be looked after constantly. Not to mention a strict schedule." The puppy licked at his fingers and chewed playfully at his tie, tugging on it. "Honestly... as if any of you are responsible enough to take care of anything. Isn't that right, little one?" As he spoke, he began to take a few steps back towards the doors, scratching under the dog's chin with his eyes closed and just the faintest touch of pink on his cheeks. Lucifer left just as quickly as he came, taking the dog with him.

All the brothers leapt to their feet, pointing at each other.

"I told you he wouldn't gasp! That's five Grimm!" Asmo pointed towards Satan, who cursed and groaned in annoyance.

"But," Mammon smirked, a little smug laugh following his words. "He swore. Which means little Belphie has something he owes me." The youngest rolled his eyes before chucking his Grimm at the demon of Greed.

Beel finally spoke up with a grin on his face. "He did the baby voice at the end. So that means Levi gives me snacks right?"

"W-what?! That didn't count! So what if he gushed just a little?.... Alright fine, whatever, I'll let you have my pudding..."

The human looked at each and every one of them, more of a devilish look in their eyes than usual. "Do we want to make bets on if he's snuggling the puppy right now?" Everyone seemed to snap to attention at that. MC grinned. "The person who gets the best photo of him cuddling wins 20 Grimm."