#and then nodding at the same time

[queen-of-hawkins-why-ler]

And if I said that Mike and Will's relationship has always been romantic and that them finally getting together is just them accepting their relationship for what it has always been from the start

[suntails]

touch the spindle, touch it i say!

[breadandlottery]

limbic synchrony: unconsciously mimicking another's body language and facial expressions, fostering a sense of connection and empathy.

[queenofshenanigans]

Steve: from now on we'll be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One.

Nancy, code name Been There Done That (he dodges the book she throws at him).

Eddie is Currently Doing That (they high five).

Argyle is It Happened Once In A Dream. (Argyle gives him a knowing nod)

Jonathan code name: If I Had To Pick A Different Nerd (Jon looks equal parts touched and confused).

Robin is - Eagle Two

Robin: Thank God

[aropride]

if it's "24/7 quiet hours" then why is the fucking fire alarm going off

[reallapiscake12]

"omg guys the soundtrack is so bad it's not the smae" "THIS GAME IS RUINED NOW THAT'S NOT MY PEPPERSTEAK" " ERRR THE PAYRUS LEITMOTIFF IS STUPID AND CRINGE, TOBY FOX SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF HIMSELF

Hey yeah that's cool, do me a favor-

[elvenbeard]

6 months later...

[prankprincess123]

Going from Vox Machina the last two and a half game sessions to Mighty Nein tonight is absolutely insane tonal whiplash.

Cause both are lvl20 parties who've done incredible things, but Vox Machina heading to battle were like: *battle plan 1000% made enough that there's pretty much nothing to discuss* "We're saving the world again!" *fully confident that they'll successfully save the world, save Vax, and come home to their kids safely* *Inspirational Leader speech to an entire army* *equally confident that even if they fail their family will be fine and able to take care of the world in their stead* *saving eachother instinctively* *successfully saving everyone on a crashing skyship while on another skyship thats being shot at without any hesitation, difficulty or injury* *looking absolutely eipcally cool while doing so*

Meanwhile at pretty much the same time the Mighty Nein are just: *genuinely discussing if charging in butt naked would be an effective plan* *mostly saving the world just cause they live there* *start randomly tattooing people* *discussing love lives and a potential threesome in front of people they met yesterday* *casually arguing about unhinged wedding plans instead of planning for battle* *fighting eachother* 'If you kill our friend I will take advantage of being the favorite uncle to make your life torture' *almost TPK while on a zipline to the battle because they're just such disasters* "YOU WIN BY DEFAULT! DONT SHOOT MY WIFE AND OUR SHARED BEST FRIEND!" *slipping on ball bearings they threw behind them*

Everything about this was just wild in the complete opposite way the last few were

[citrus-art-and-life]

I'm sure ive said something similar before, but i'll say it again:

prowl being the one doing the chasing instead of jazz 👏👏👏

prowl being the one to like jazz first, prowl being the one to approach jazz first, prowl being the one to crack open that fake buddy-buddy persona and scrape raw that which was buried underneath...

jazz is the head of special ops. he has personas on top of personas. his Thing is to be the It Guy of the autobots while still being their silent, shadowy judge, jury, and executioner. Isn't it kind of funny that the Autobots are the ones with a dedicated special operations team...? any idiot decepticon with a sadistic streak can pick up a hammer and bash in someone's kneecap, but it takes someone truely skilled to get someone to scream without lifting a finger...

prowl can see the ugly underneath that big, bright smile, those cute head bobs as he shimmies to music, and that overly friendly, overly tactile relationship he seems to have with anyone who will let him close enough.

jazz at first doesn't really understand that prowl understands.

jazz dances at that stiff, off-the-book enforcer, puts his servos all over the mech's perfectly polished frame, tickles under his chin with a mischevous grin and standing so close that his vents blow across the other mech's face. but he's never pushed away. in fact, it seems that prowl wants it that way, despite his curt tone and his shifting eyes...

jazz makes himself an absolute pest, enough that even optimus is pulling him aside and telling him to play nice, but he just shrugs and says "prowler seems okay with it!" as optimus is mouthing 'prowler' under his mask, jazz is already stepping back into prowl's space, too close to be entirely appropriate, hoping to sting the mech, finally get him to crack and show jazz what buttons he needs to push to get what he needs, but he never does.

theres something akin to a well of patience that prowl displays despite all of jazz's careful goading. the usual tricks of being too friendly, too tactile, too much that work on other stiff-lipped officer-types isn't working on prowl, not in the way that he expects

one day, while literally draping himself across the mech's lap in a gross violation of the private mech's personal space, prowl leans down to whisper that jazz won't be able to just chase him off. that jazz has something, is something that prowl wants. needs.

when jazz playfully asks what it is, eyes calculating and cold under the cover of his visor, prowl answers:

you're something else entirely... something worse than me.

and the realization, the sting of knowing that someone else knows, makes jazz flee - which he's never done before - but before he can get away, prowl is clutching at him with an ironclad grip, despite jazz' vibroblade somehow appearing in his hand and at prowl's throat, and he continues:

the things i need done... are something that only another monster would understand...

and finally, jazz gets it. his mask has been pulled back, and he can finally see what prowl sees when he looks at him.

absolution.

they continue to play house in public. prowl is the stoic and unmoved Sic, and jazz is the silver-tongued and too-touchy Tic.

but when they are in private, jazz allows his monster out.

raging, clawing, throwing furniture and items in a hurricane of movement. he stalks around their shared space seething and hands curled into claws as he tries to work through the failure of the last op, or a decepticon who got away, or a policy enacted that will set back their plans. prowl is neither afraid nor nervous as he pings back ideas and criticism, scathing and biting and so, so real.

it's like a breath of fresh air to be able to unload all of the anger and the darkness, because regular autobots would never understand. their perception of their friendly, gossip-loving TiC would change indefinitely if they saw him as he truely was...

not everything is such a violent release though.

on those days where jazz is done playing at being everyone's friend, he finally is able to come back to a habsuite devoid of nusances or distractions - everyone on base avoids prowl like he's a plague, allowing jazz the peace he never got while trying to recover in his own habsuite - and he's able to shed off layer after layer of personas until he's almost not even a mech anymore, and prowl sits calmly and silently on the couch as jazz lays his helm in the mech's lap. then they wordlessly get up, tidy up their frames and drink their energon, and lay side by side on their too-small berth, with no need for conversation or processing power.

no one on either side understands why they work so well together, despite seeming to clash in everything - personality, mood, communication skills - but they don't need to. because prowl understands, and that's good enough for jazz...

[hazelnutnebula]

🌸💾 and she had the bubblegum hair with the angelic flair

[raediggitydog]

I miss him :(

Still kinda undecided on the design, he’s so cool n fun but I’m bad at robot stuff lol

[whirlpool-blogs]

Q: Who do you think will score the first goal tonight? Jack: I’m gonna say… I’m gonna go: Matthew Tkachuk, or Jake Guentzel.

[vani-ash]

Police officer Chay pulls Kim over for speeding and as Kim is preparing his whole 'Do you know who i am?' Theerapanyakul speech that always gets him out of trouble as the cops know not to mess with the Theerapanyakuls.

Then he sees the prettiest man ever and the speech gets stuck and Kim just lets Chay give him the ticket without protesting.

Then Kim gets home and he's just walking around staring at the ticket when Kinn sees it and takes it from his hand like 'Who gave you a ticket? did you tell them who you were? I'll get them fired for disrespecting us' And Kim snatches the ticket back and tells Kinn to do nothing of the sort

Kim finds out Chays schedule and spends the next couple weeks doing stuff that makes Chay have to talk to him (he knows nothing will be permanent but also he cant do anything too bad that Chay will have to take him to jail) Kim does not consider the option that he could just talk to Chay like a normal person

One time Chay got sick so Porsche who is also a police officer ended up taking Chays shift and when Kim gets pulled over again he had decided today was going to be the day he asked Chay out on a date and has a giant bouquet of flowers in his hand then he rolls down the window and its not Chay.

The new offcier is kinda rude so Kim immediately pulls out his Theerapanyakul speech and flashes his ring and Porsche knows what that means so he lets Kim go grudgingly. Then he switches Chays patrol route because he thinks the old one is dangerous.

Chay gets a little sad that he wont see Kim anymore but then Kim starts showing up again.

When they finally manage to set a date and Kim drops Chay home afterwards and admits he kept getting in trouble as an excuse to talk to Chay Chay scolds him but thinks its cute.

Kim walks Chay to his door and then Porsche opens it and is pissed when he sees Kim.

[raylangivins]

I understand the appeal of Boyd and Raylan being childhood best friends, but it’s infinitely tastier to me if they were just passing acquaintances in high school who felt some sort of kinship because they could tell the other was smart but hated each other’s friends, and then they got to the mines and given the first opportunity to actually talk to each other without the panopticon of their peers and family, they got real weird about each other real fast.

[autumnwhistles]

(ft synthesised voice, also this isn't quite the start of the song but it works better as an excerpt)

[celtrist]

Would love for them to bring up languages at some point.

Angel: "shit they're speaking French. Smiles! Translate!"

Alastor: "I'm not sure which is more insulting; assuming I can fluently speak and understand French because I'm Creole, or that you think French and French-Creole are the same thing."