#soooo sassy!

[1nk-ling]

One of the (many) things I love most is when the main conflict of the episode has nothing to do with the B team and they're just existing together. They're so openly supportive of eachother! Little things: Dee clapping when Mikey made that jump; Mikey regularly saying how awesome Dee's inventions are; eyerolling when the older two are fighting.

Not to mention how Mikey coined the phrase "Like a turtle do!" and then Donnie using it in later episodes when no one else did.

While Leo and Raph are out there being the perfect duo in the most contentious way possible, Donnie and Mikey are just rocking being quiet besties in the background. And the level of deviousness they come up with together is frankly terrifying.

The dynamic we never got: Softserve Duo!

Ice Cream Kitty is an absolute QUEEN by the way.

She is all good things. She is the predominant female character in cinema. I want to write a ten page discertation on why she makes every scene she enters into gold! But I won't.

Ice Cream Kitty speaks for herself, and if a person can't see it, who am I to cure the blind?

[graceofgondor]

I always really liked how meeks was just a step off from being the stereotypical geek character. like- he easily could've been- but they decided to make him a fucking diva instead while also being just a guy and I think that's beautiful.

[peachymaryobrien]

"You need a ladder"

"No, I don't"

"Yes, you do"

[houseshousewife]

Watching House, you just have to accept that sometimes the writers will make him act gross and slightly out of character.

1; because of the times, and 2; likely because the writers have their own weird fetish about it 🙄🙄

[waterbendingwaves]

this is my favorite oikawa scene by far everyday im so grateful his voice actor decided to take the sassy twink route and voice him the way he does because the “yamete kureru” KILLS MEEEE I LITERALLY cannot stop saying it the way he does it’s TEWW GOOD

[chlochette-sunde]

14x15 - Peace of Mind

That episode was a Castiel fest, I had such a blast ❤️

I mean:

And of course the coparenting scenes with Dean and the fight with Justin!Sam (link to The Prisoner / link to the bloopers XD)

[piratespencil]

Started rewatching Arcane and I can't get over how the moment in episode two when Viktor hands Jayce his bracelet with the crystal perfectly mirrors the moment in the finale when Jayce presses the crystal into Viktor's hand... I've never been more tempted to learn how to make gifs because this show just never misses with the parallels and there are so many perfect moments like this.

[lsproutq]

i am here to confirm that wind archer is a very attractive man

Yes he is 🥰🥰😍😍😍😍🥰🥰😘😘🥰😘🥰😘😘😊😊😊😇😇😇😍✨✨✨😍😍🥰😍😍🥰😍🥰

My hear me out cake is just full of Wind Archer Cookie versions (together with Raspberry Cookie and Caramel Arrow Cookie). I have to admit that even tho I don’t really have a thing for emos, Night Raven is one of my top 3 hottest versions of Wind Archer and I will NOT accept him any lower.

[themoonlitsojourner]

It was summer 1992, terrible and humid, humid because Florida, terrible because Grant wasn't coming home this year.

It was ten in the morning when the car pulled up.

The neighbor's dog started barking and Joey looked up, startled, the pencil slipping from his fingers and clattering to the hardwood.

The car was black, big, and sleek. A girl about his age was leaping out, blonde hair whipping in the wind. The driver was invisible from this angle.

Something grabbed Joey's feet in that moment. Something in his chest, something in his heart, a whisper of premonition.

No specific thoughts. No conscious understanding, just his feet pounding down the stairs and a dawning certainty blooming bright yellow and warm in his lungs.

His mother called his name as he flung open the door. The girl was leaning back into the passenger window, shouldering a backpack and arguing.

"I know, I know, you've said it a million times, I get it."

She straightened, rolling her eyes. And then she saw Joey.

"Hey."

A mini salute, and combat boots, and flannel, but the other car door was opening and Joey's attention leapt with his heart.

Stepping out onto the street

--tall and regal and silver and strong

was his father.

Joey's face hurt from smiling. He lifted his hand then dropped it, thought about running into his father's arms, then decided to wait. Vibrating around a single point in space, a single point in time.

His father rounded the back of the car and stopped. He looked Joey up and down, and Joey stood up taller, and his father smiled.

"You've grown."

Yes.

Then the spell was broken and he was running. His father's heart beat firm and steady beneath Joey's ear. His arms felt just how Joey'd remembered. Except Joey was a little taller, now. His head came up nearly to his father's shoulder.

Then his mother was calling his name again. The screen door slammed. She stopped short.

Joey tugged away. Mom, it's-

She lifted her chin. Her arms were folded over her cardigan. "You're early. And unannounced."

She... of course. She already knew.

A smirk lifted Joey's father's mouth. "You would pick those to be the first words you've spoken to me in three years."

In the thick silence spread thin across the distance between them, his mother's shoulders slid down, inch by inch. She shrugged and pivoted on her heel. "You might as well come in."

Triumph lit his father's eye. Someone cleared her throat, and Joey blinked at the strange girl he'd forgotten about.

"Will I get my own room or what?"

"You will." Then, then- his father reached out, and, casual as could be- he ran a hand over her hair.

He didn't even look her way. Eye still focused on the gate leading to their home, it was so second nature. He'd done that a million times.

For three years, Joey has laid awake imagining his father's gruff, loving touch, and his father picked someone to replace him.

...How long? How long before he chose someone else to give his attention? Did- did his father even miss him at all?

"Hey," the girl elbowed his father with a whisper, and even that sent pangs of purple envy through Joey's throat. "You didn't mention he was broken." She nodded at Joey.

"Tara." His father looked at him. "Show some civility."

There's an empty room upstairs. His fingers stung like that time he'd been plunged into ice water. It has a nice window. Joey was not a petty or mean person.

His father laid his hand on the girl- Tara's shoulder, and nudged her forward. "Show her."

Joey swallowed his heart and nodded.

"What? What was that?" Stumbling into step beside him, jogging up the stairs to the front door, Tara asked Joey, or his father, or the world. Somehow, it was hard to tell. She stared at Joey's hands.

I-

The most frustrating part was how futile it was. Joey couldn't even explain himself. He checked over his shoulder, knowing the answer but still disappointed when his father was busy unloading the car. Silver hair hanging around his eyepatch, longer than Joey remembered.

They walked through the door his mother left open and Joey snatched his sketchpad from the entryway table.

It's American sign language.

Her eyes flew to his, still leaning over the sketchpad, a little too close. "Teach me."

His eyebrows flew together and he was lifting his shoulders and palms before he thought about it. What?

Tara shrugged too. Joey guessed she didn't really need to know sign language to understand his reaction. "Teach me," she repeated, still clearly a command, though her tone was less bossy. "You can't speak English, so teach me your language."

It's not my-

He grabbed the sketchpad.

'It's not my language,' he wrote. 'And I can speak English, I just can't'

...He just couldn't speak.

Joey let the sketchpad fall back to the table in defeat.

"Well?" When he looked back up, Tara had her fists on her hips, chin lifted like she was taking his attention back. "Are you gonna teach me or not? What's your name?"

He traced the letters in the air.

"Joey? Well, are you?"

It was the summer of 1992. Grant wouldn't be home. Aside from his paints, and pencils, and piano, Joey had nothing else to do and no one to do it with.

He shrugged and nodded.

Sure.

[gonisgreatokay]

Imagine getting through the entirety of Hunter X Hunter so far and still calling Killua a villain. Like, I could see around the middle of the Exam arc, and maybe having some doubts with what Silva says near the end of the Zoldyck arc. But Yorknew arc? Greed Island arc? Chimera Ant arc? Election arc? Literally, how????

[fisheadz]

I decided to fully draw my Desmond design. I suck at drawing him, maybe because we only see him in one picture and it’s not very detailed and it messes with the image I have of him, but I tried. I like giving him just his glasses, instead of eyes. It feels weird drawing him without them.

Maybe I’ll elaborate on the specific injuries, because I don’t think my fic is gonna be coming out anytime soon, and I like yapping about this loser, but that’s for a different time. I’m tired af rn :P.

[repressedqueen]

The side eeeeeeye, what did you do, Tommy?

Did you get him the wrong color of Gatorade??

(sorry, I couldn't help myself 🤣🤭🤭🤭🤭)

Does he have to be so adorable even when giving a side eye??? I am sick of him ! (In the best way)

[gillanfryingpan]

“hey we saw you from across the bar and we fucking hate your vibe”

[emilydorp]

You can be busy, girl, you don't have to reply to us or use Tumblr at the same time as real life stuff 😂 like we appreciate it and all but don't feel like we're a job or a burden

No no, I meant it in a “I can’t research rn” way lulz, cuz I’m outdoors doing boring stuff but it’s time consuming. I hadn’t even seen the airport pics carefully till a comment pointed out the ring being different lmao. And trust, it’s not burdensome at all :P Nothing important going on rn~

[seventeendeer]

merry almost christmas, remember that holiday movie Klaus that came out some years back with the gorgeous hybrid 2D-3D animation and the revolutionary lighting techniques and the varied and interesting character designs and the beautiful environments and the stellar cinematography, that no one ever talks about or even seems to remember anymore because the writing was so devastatingly 2000's direct-to-dvd disney sequel it somehow dragged the quality of this potential masterpiece down to "just kind of mid"

just watched it again, actually significantly more fun/coherent if you turn it off halfway through and imagine it's all just healthy community building and gay sex from that point on

[mutantmuses]

" I don't know what you are trying to pull bub but you better not test me today. I ain't in the mood for that shit today. " Slowly Logan placed the cigar between his lips. "Now you are either going to buy me a drink or get out of my face. Either way you have till the count of five before the claws come out."

-----> @writingsinashes <3