#brave punch

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

The more "empowered" Disney tries to write their heroines as, the less interesting and charismatic they become, ironically.

[alonetogether]

"whatever you say honey" vibes

[slyandthefamilybook]

I think a lot of people's politics (especially on here) can be summed up in that they'd rather wait for Nazis to sprout than remold the conditions that allow them to exist

[blubrown9637]

After watching bang brave bang bravern’s episode today, I still feel like something is up with bravern. I feel like he knows something especially when it comes to lulu and isami being a pilot.

In episode 2 Isami’s clothes disintegrate, mid way of episode 3 his comrades ask if he’s hungry or how does he go to the bathroom. Bravern just laughs it off and that it’s a secret.

NOW in this episode we’re being shown that lulu, who was also a pilot, has a weak digestive system and most likely has never left her robot partner. Idk man something’s up man.

[lucienarcheron]

Seeing some of those comments on the fairyloot edition of tog gives me the ick so bad. this fandom can be so disgusting sometimes.

[wayward-wren]

I'm only halfway through it, will finish it...later. but my biggest gripe so far with Troy (2004) is how much they are butchering Menelaus. And not just by mispronouncing his name. He's portrayed as a cruel brute and I'm like bro. He does not deserve this treatment 😔

I understand some changes due to cultural shift and the nature of a different medium but. Why'd you gotta do Menelaus like that?

[pigeon-sponge]

tiz but he's a bd2 beastmaster doodle dump

[dainzlef]

Tried another way coloring...

Before escaped, Kagerou gave Shadowmaru a farewell kiss. With the kusarigama he always used during his days spent with his younger brother, thin blade separated their lips from contact, whilst separated their warmth. He could only felt the icy temperature of his kusarigama.

(*please don't mind grammatical mistakes😢)

*Flower decals used resources

(There's special meaning of sakura at here (?

[hayezinn]

CAPAS PARA @fantasyisland. (2023)

[crithaus]

Taliesin is a phenomenal actor to be true and fair but nothing will ever get me like the way he married Percy being so stupidly egotistical and shitty and snide and pretentious and just kinda mean (and entitled and responsibility shirking and everything you'd hate in a person, and also the guns thing) with Percy being so sweet, so caring, standing up in front of a crowd to rally Whitestone and his friends with the depth of his feelings about them and Whitestone itself, breaking troth with the one evil bitch of a thing that kept him alive for all the years on the run and with VM because his city and his friends (and future wife) needed him to do and be better, him simply singing with Pike to help resurrect that little boy, the raven skull pendants, Percy threatening the Goddess of Death with an ass-kicking mid-panic attack unprompted to try and spare his friend the stress it was causing Vax, actually Percy's skinny mortal ass threatening entities (Cravens Edge, Ipkesh, Syldor (tho fucking w/ syldor is more even playing field for mr. Is a prince I'll admit) the Raven Queen, The Clasp) a billion times out of his league to their faces because they've done wrong by his friends somehow. Percy will fight absolutely goddamn anything no matter the outcome for his loved ones. Very rarely, if at all, for himself.

Like kudos to Tal cuz I would despise Percy in real life, I'd beat the bricks outta that shitty little gremlin at first opportunity irl but the nuance and love and most importantly self accountability with which he is played is one of the most impressive things I've seen ever, case in point cuz literally all the party but grog have at least thought about kissing that motherfucker despite him being the way he is. He's very very flawed, and equally traumatized, and that, whole valid, doesn't excuse some of his actions and he spends the whole campaign, 3 whole campaigns actually, doing and being better bit by bit.

Once against Tumblr user crithaus gets up on her soap box to wax poetic about Percival De Rolo, more at 11.

[wordswhisperinthedark]

If Bravern doesn't get an OVA imma riot

[link-sans-specs]

Oh, I'm good with a knife. Great with a knife, Nicole. Can I have a knife?

Mythical Kitchen

Rhett vs. Link Cooking Challenge

[seraphim-seeker]

Hey Guess who just watch Ep.9 of Bravern and wants to Strangle Someone

I. CANNOT. ANYMORE!!!

[the-daiz]

“I Will” | Speed-o’-sound sonic

Genre: Fluff. Fluff. Cheesy ahh fluf Pairing: speed-o’-sound sonic x reader A/N: HELPP MEEEE IM AT THE DENTIST RIGHT NOW AND ABOUT TO GET MY WISDOM TEETH REMOVED AND THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I CAN COPE, THEY SAID I HAD TO WAIT 15 MINUTES FOR THE BINGE SO WORK AND THIS IS HOW IM GOING TO RELAX. ITS SUPPOSED TO TAKE 1 HOUR. 1 HOURRRREE IM GOING INSANE

update: I love my dentist she’s so good, she finished in 5 minutes im not even exaggerating.

I will, by Mitski

Nothing could be heard from your lonesome apartment but your steady breathing and the hum of the city below. It had been a long day for you, too many errands to take care of, too many people to interact with, too much noise to absorb. By the end of the day, you were well-drained from the once full social battery you had that morning, and you had come back home, kicked off your shoes with little to no care of where they were thrown, and collapsed on the comforting haven that was your bed, a heavy breath of pent up exhaustion escaping your chest

Yet, even then, your eyes stay wide open as you lay on your bed, motionless. Your eyelids were heavy yet there was an invisible force tugging them open every time you tried to allow yourself to rest. No matter how much you turned or what position you lay in, that heavy sensation on your chest just never seemed to ease, it was starting to irritate you.

Your head instinctively moved to the sound of small, almost unnoticeable creaking coming from your windowsill, the soft wind combing through the hair of the silhouette crouched on your window.

Your eyes lit up and your body relaxed as you made eye contact with the figure. You now knew what your heart was nagging at this quiet night.

"Sonic," you let out a breathy whisper, your voice laced with something akin to relief. Speed-of-sound Sonic couldn't deny the warmth that crept up his form with your voice.

You sat up from your bed and moved toward him, and as if on cue, Sonic stepped off the window, his footsteps as calculated as precise as his eyes, no sound, not even a shuffle could be heard from him. Warmth enveloped you as you stood before him, your hands reaching out to caress the back of his forearms.

"You always come when I need you." You said softly. Sonic in his usual fashion looked down at you, calm and composed, but he felt a faint constriction in himself.

Why do you always say things like this?

"I was just passing by." He muttered, quilling the urge to break eye contact with you, in fear it might showcase a vulnerable side of him he wouldn't hope for you to see. You continued to smile at him, your features showing nothing but genuine intent.

His body stood tall before you, almost in an effort to convey how steady he was. The truth was however, he was anything but steady in your presence. Every look, every word of yours that made its way to him always left him in a mental haze. All of it was so real, so warm, it was too overwhelming for him.

Your hands slid from his arms down to his hands, every spot your fingers brushed over stiffening under your touch. Your hands gently curled around his, swinging lightly in an almost playful manner.

"I'm glad you're here anyway." Your voice was so gentle it made him feel like you were sucking his soul out of him. He subtly sucked in a sharp breath from his nose, trying his best to keep his cool as he stared into your gleaming gaze.

Your fingers uncurled themselves from his hands and moved to press against his chest, causing him to grow visibly tense. You stilled at his rigid response, expecting him, or rather giving him the opportunity to move away or pry your hands off him, but he didn't.

Your hands moved to wrap around his torso, one hand gently holding his nape, pulling him closer as you leaned your face into his shoulder. You could hear the racing pace of his heartbeat against his collar, and you took in a deep breath in response, feeling your stress seeping out of your muscles as your body pressed against his.

"You don't need to come here," you started, your voice so low only he could make out what you were saying. It was as if these words were only reserved for him to hear. "But you show up anyway."

He swallowed hard, the intensity of this whole moment suffocating him in a way he couldn't even describe. He was still stiff against you, unsure of what to do with himself. He was always thrown off balance by your closeness, he hated that feeling furiously, but he continued to come back.

"You say it like it's a choice." He said, his head moving down slightly to get a better look at you.

"Isn't it?" You let out a small chuckle.

The truth was: he wasn't sure, he never planned on being in your life, being a part of this routine, having these distracting feelings that he resented yet adored so much that he protected them and the person that he harbored them for. He felt stuck around you. Every time he'd try to run, try to do what he was best at, it was like he didn't even know what the word 'run' meant.

"How was your day?" You whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned further into him. He frowned slightly at your question.

"It was normal...?" He answered, but it came off more of a question. He wasn't sure what he thought of his day. What an unusual question. "Why are you doing this?"

"Hm? I just want to listen to you talk. With you here. With me." Your voice continued to send chills down his spine with every word.

"Why...?" His voice was low, vibrating throughout your body, making you relax further into him.

"I care about you." You simply answered, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Why? Why would you spend your time and effort caring and thinking about him? He couldn't wrap his head around it. He wasn't a good person, anything but a good person. He had done nothing good for this world or any creature that roamed it yet you still held him and looked at him like he was the only person deserving of your love.

He wasn't, though, how could he of all people be deserving of something so gentle, something so precious? He didn't deserve this affection, he knew that full well yet you still...

He knew he had done nothing to earn this tenderness, to earn you, but he was going to cup it in his hands as gently as his gruff hands could muster and protect it until the cruel world decided he had had enough of it.

His arms moved to wrap around your body, pulling you closer to him as he buried his face into your neck. A soft almost shaky breath escaped his lungs.

"You don't have to." He whispered almost defeatedly.

"But, I want to." You replied, your grin widening as you felt him reciprocate your embrace. "I will." A tranquil silence fell upon you for a few moments. The rhythms of your hearts beating against the other, your quiet, heavy breaths syncing with the other. Sonic had never imagined he would be in a situation like this, yet he would never complain about it. He shifted his head so that his cheek was resting against your head.

"I trained a lot today, I had a nice breakfast. I went grocery shopping. The fruits were fresh, that was nice. No heroes noticed me, even though I wasn't doing much to stay hidden. Just proves how irrelevant they are." He spoke. And felt his heart flutter as your laughs echoed throughout the room.

"Well, I'm glad the fruit were fresh." You said, slowly swaying your body. He nodded, his face still pressed against you, a ghost of a smile now adorning his features.

[feelingtheaster99]

I am so proud of lil Conrad for continuing to stick up for himself and for the Big Guy

[caindiis]

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