#i need to put them under a microscope

[ifucanthang]

cooked up another edward norton brad pitt crossover crackship. Help Me...

i think mike shiner and cliff booth need to be locked in the same room just so i can see what happens

[shoot-i-messed-up]

ohhhh they need to be STUDIED studied

[voidzphere]

Thank you for drawing my little pride flag looking sans, he's so precious to me 🥺 (I got a little emotional)

of course ! i should draw ink more often they are such a strange specimen

[eaissilyy]

our painted family

[starscream-is-my-wife]

So the other bio, I thought was funny, but this one is the one that broke me, like. Wtf is wrong with them.

Starscream was on his own, realized he needed Megatron and then after Megatron took him back he was like 'alright time to kill him again' ?????

This is for the marvel continuity, so Megatron has brought him back to life before. TWICE. Even when everyone told him it was a bad idea!

What is going on in their processors, absolute insanity

Full page under the cut

[yousharknotpass]

'cause i'm too messy

[cerealmonster15]

crush reveal (not clickbait) what will he do

[fablesaesops]

i am BEGGING for someone to compile like a list of thoschei content so it's easier to get the Lore TM without having to wade through thousands of hours of content with minimal organization. what I wouldn't give for just a list era by era of what episodes to watch and where to find them

[a-person-who-didnt-wanna-be-here]

Sherlock and Co and Sherlock’s Motivations

Sherlock and his lowkey special interest being neurotypical behavior and that being the basis for his work as a consulting detective is honestly one of my favorite parts of Sherlock.

It is not this strange.. almost ableist “he’s neurodivergent which means he’s crazy and has no empathy and everybody thinks he’s going to murder somebody”

Like. His love for his craft is at least somewhat based in learning to understand neurotypicals? As somebody who like..finds social interactions and experiences and rules fascinating I GET it, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody write a character that I relate to so hard in that aspect? Watching and learning how to deduce people to learn their mannerisms in an intentional way is such a fun motivation. It also just, imo, explains so much better WHY Sherlock has this ability his friends don’t. His “deductions” aren’t some superpower, to an extent it’s something he’s learned to observe so he can understand society better.

Idk if this makes sense but just. Raaaagh

[smile-files]

imagine spending your whole life locked up alone in a giant puzzle designed to find you the perfect new guardian after your parents' deaths... and that new guardian is this lovely, kind, intelligent man who has already taken good care of another child... and despite continuing to be lovely, kind, and intelligent, he just can't seem to take care of you the right way....

he seems to love that other child more than you, largely because that child's spent so long accustomed to keeping up with the chaotic life he leads, a life you will never grow accustomed to, because they're both so protective of you that they never let you join them...

so protective of you that it's almost as if you're locked up alone again, yet this time there is nobody outside to find you...

so protective of you that they perhaps care more about your safety than your personhood, like you're the treasure they mistakenly thought the "golden apple" referred to, when it truly was your happiness...

and so you remain trapped in the cage your new father built just for you, watching him spend time in the dangerous and beautiful world with a boy who might as well be his son, only feeling his warmth when he soothes you in your weakest moments...

would you not wonder if you'll ever be anyone's daughter?

[chlorophyll-tints]

hate these freaks

[creatively-cosmic]

in loving memory

or: what did @pkmn-monochrome mean by this

[inkyrainstorms]

Hyde hated his twin brother. And he had plenty of reasons, believe him, he had his goddamn reasons.

When they were kids, his stuck up prick of a twin would always insist on calling Hyde his younger brother, and every time Hyde threatened to put a pick through his teeth, he’d laugh and ruffle his hair like they weren’t the same fuckin’ height, the same age, like he always knew Hyde didn’t mean it—

And was it always because Henry knew he could do worse, would do worse, wanted to do worse, how long, how long had he thought of it, dreamed of becoming an only child while looking Hyde right in the eyes and smiling—

And Hyde didn’t mean it, of course. Hadn’t. Despite the very real urge to choke Henry’s lights out every time he played that stupid ‘holier-than-thou’ routine he loved so much, Hyde had never really done anything worse than a few maybe less-than-well-spirited pranks, getting Henry suspended half a dozen times in grade school by getting him wrapped up in Hyde’s shenanigans… and maybe breaking his nose once when they were both a fresh decade and a half old and Hyde was ready to fight anything that moved.

He’d never been… the easiest kid. Or the nicest.

Or the best brother, really.

But Jekyll took the fucking cake in the end. Fucking overachiever.

Always had to show Hyde up, didn’t he.

But none of that fucking mattered, because Hyde hated his twin.

He hated his stupid smug smile whenever he came home with another award or another perfect score, hated his indulgent, exasperatedly fond attitude whenever Hyde came home with twigs tangled so bad in his hair that it took them both over an hour to pry them all out, and Hyde hated— just. Everything about him. 

Was any of it real? How long, how long had he planned it, planned to—

He hated this house, too. Hated the gardens and their winding walk-paths through the delicately shaped bushes and flowerbeds, hated the first-floor bedroom he used to share, hated the empty, perfectly-made bed across from his own, the one that collected dust every day and every night that passed in those walls.

Everywhere he turned, there would be Henry smiling on the mantle place, Henry on the walls, and even his own goddamn parents touting around how brilliant their son was, attending Oxford, as a soon-to-be Doctor of Science — honestly, this whole place made Hyde want to rip his hair out. Henry, Henry, Henry, as if Jekyll had gotten his wish he’d cleansed his family name of Edward Hyde for good.

Shut up! He wanted to scream at them most days, throat bobbing and body trembling more than he’d ever admit as he held himself back, He’s not a great anything! He’s a fucking liar and if I ever see him again, I’ll fucking break his face! Before he can find finishing the job worth his time.

But he couldn’t. Couldn’t do anything but scowl and be difficult to everyone and hobble through the hallways so slow every day that he could count the floorboards beneath him as he did, that he could feel the burning stare of the photographs lining the walls at his sides.

He couldn’t even run anymore. Couldn’t climb, could barely walk even with the help of these stupid arm braces —crutches— whatever.

It was hard to do that shit without a leg. He’d become intimately aware of that fact in recent days. Months.

…

Henry was graduating next year, getting his Doctorate next summer. It was just cusping on the beginning of spring right now, so…

Three years.

It had been three years.

Three years and a week. He’d missed the anniversary, whatever it fucking meant to him.

What a fucking load of shit.

Hyde hated everything and everyone in this miserable house, and hated the one who haunted it even more. So, of course, it didn’t hurt at all to pull the packed bag out from under his bed, kneeling awkwardly on the floor with his good leg and its ugly stump of a twin folded beneath him. It didn’t hurt in the slightest when he pulled on his cloak and slipped the strap of the bag over his head to let it lie flat against his back. 

The only reason he stopped at the door of his room was because he didn’t want Henry’s fucking face to fucking judge him all the way to the door. 

And his parents would never let this ‘poor little crippled son’ do anything that would risk his precious health. That would be a goddamn shame, wouldn’t it. The neighbors would call them irresponsible, would gossip.

It only hurt a little, jumping out of the window and landing in the bushes below hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs. But it was the good pain, the kind that he came home with after falling out of a tree, after a good fight. It made him feel alive. 

And he’d even — if only because he couldn’t do shit-all without them — remembered to toss his crutches out the window before him. They were only a little banged up, tangled up in the branches as they were. But they were like him. They could take it.

As Hyde stalked his way through the garden and slipped through the gap in the fence he’d never told anyone, not even H— him about, he couldn’t help but grin in that wide too-many-teeth way that always made his parents and teachers nervous.

The night was his. 

When he went to it, followed its call, it promised him escape, freedom, and everything else that had been taken from him that night.

And what he couldn’t get back didn’t matter anymore. 

Hyde hated his twin.

So nothing could ever hurt him again.

————

@afkphorabit @kaykayli @aliens-took-my-iwa-chan Hyde is…. Going through it lmao

[0bticeo]

so. im currently rewatching invincible s1 for ff purposes and my gooood i had forgotten how much mark wanted to be like his father. and stephen's perfomance as a VA "you hurt me dad." with mark and nolan being in the exact same position they will be in the finale. with nolan lowkey being uneasy bc that's his son he just hit and he may have to do this again if mark doesn't understand.

"hit me, i can take it. i wanna do what you do." oh mark. oh baby. if only you knew.

[lmaster37]

finished my reread of gideon the ninth. what a stunningly, horrifyingly, gut-wrenchingly amazing book. i am in shambles

[i-might-be-vanny]

Currently watching IRIS on Netflix. Episodes that Vick/TOP doesn't show up in:

Episode 1

Episode 5

will post updates