#go watch monkey wrench!!

[houseofdoodles]

Monkey stole my Wrench

[donni-cl0wn]

😍 sorry I’m in love with shrike!!!

He’s one of my comfort characters now so yippeee!!! Also yes that’s my sona he’s squeezing

[salamifuposey]

have a big guy 🔧 💕 damn

[ottosbigtop]

thinking abt the end scene in the new monkey wrench episode and I just. Fucking. Shakes my fists and screams.

I don’t know how to explain it but I feel like a lot of duo friendships in media jsut kind of. Tell you that characters are friends and expect you to do the heavy lifting to believe that, because they just. Don’t show it. Like it’s a lot easier to write characters that can’t stand each other. So when I am Handed a funny duo I am not Expecting Much! But mw just keeps going “no these guys are friends fuck you” and it makes me EXPLODE!!!

they have chemistry and like yea it’s obvious that they get on each others nerves (shrike) but we also get the Other part of that type of aggressive friendship or whatever and it’s good it’s so good! The end scene in the new ep was just such a nice little moment that I just never expect to get. Too used to having a show or movie or w/e kind of make you feel embarrassed for wanting to see characters care about each other. Especially if it’s like. Two dudes. Two bros chilling on a space ship five feet apart cuz they’re not gay. But no fuck you they’re watching tv together and learning guitar fuck youuuu

[houseofscribbles]

Some visual notes on the robotics of ISO! Also, an extra mess notes about them under the read more :]

[skykaykay]

I have finally acquired the stinky lil bastard cat man from @monkey-wrench-zeurel and now I am free to give him as many pats, kisses, headlocks and the occasional blunt force trauma as much as I want to this silly lil guy! :D

In all seriousness though, this is Scratch from the indie animated cartoon called Monkey Wrench. It’s a genuinely good show and I HIGHLY recommend watching it. There are only three episodes out right now and it’s all free on YouTube! I’m so glad that I was able to help support the show by buying the marketable plushie version of this little asshole lol.

(Also those are my dogs, for those who didn’t know that I had dogs lmao.)

[marsh33mellow]

Trying to make a full body colored image of Boots atm, decided I wanted to try and replicate it in the artstyle of MW, and I uh..realized a few things that I usually do that I cannot do with that.

•Thicker lineart

•Squishy lineart

•Drawing thicker parts at the ends of mouths

Curse you MW artstyle, you will be the death me...

[fo-enjoyer]

Did you know if all my followers watch Monkey Wrench I'll finally post those 1000 f/o imagines in my drafts

[pumpkin-n-mc]

self reminder to look up comfort fics tonight :]

[cheeekycharchar]

AN ANGEL ON A MISSION

I just realized what Michael Sheen's face was doing during the end credits and OMFG he is beyond amazing! *o*

I already did an indepth analysis on why Aziraphale acted the way he did after that heart wrenching kiss scene.. but it wasn't until @charlotteharlatan post about the Nightingale song on the car's radio could have been that got my brain into a tizzy.

"Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. Two of these were wrong."

Many people paint Aziraphale as this gullible innocent character but don't forget.. he is highly intelligent. Completely traumatized by his past abusive relationship with Heaven but intelligent.

When Metatron told him of their Second Coming plan.. how quickly he put things together before stepping onto that elevator. He turns toward Crowley to give him one last look and heads up to Heaven.

And for the next minute.. we watch as Michael Sheen micro-contorts his expression through the stages of grief.

Shock from hearing Heaven's plans for the Second Coming. Anger for realizing what he was just tricked into doing. Despair for what he gave up when he thought he was making the right choice. And then reorganizing his thoughts and acceptance of his current situation. And that final smirk.. ;) oh.. OH! That is the face of an Angel on a mission against Heaven. And he's already made up his mind. Stop Heaven's plans (again). Get revenge on them for forcing him into this situation. And of course, to get his Crowley back.

GO S3 is gonna be INSANE :D

[calpalsworld]

Go watch monkey wrench 3 nowwwww!!!

[eyelessfaces]

tousled, stubbled, tired

miguel o'hara x reader

well basically I've been obsessed with the concept art for miguel so it is heavily inspired by those (x). not my fault he looks so boyfriend

summary: miguel is on the edge of a burn out, and he's the only one not seeing it.

warnings: none too important I think, just miguel being really tired because he works a lot. swearing, one small (and cringe) innuendo.

tags: gn!reader, established relationship, angst, fluff, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort?, nerdy miguel<3

word count: 2.1k

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Miguel hadn’t slept at home in days; you had been fairly accustomed to him leaving in the middle of the night for safety matters in Nueva York and coming back early in the morning, but now that the threat was multiversal and now that he was the leader of the spider society, he didn’t even bother getting to bed in the first place.

He in fact barely even left the spider society; the rare times he did were for missions, and when he came back he didn’t even take the time to catch a break; he always had something to fix, something to build, a new suit to work on, a machine to program, meetings, briefings, then more missions.

You wondered how he still had all that energy and where it came from, and you wondered how he hadn’t burnt out yet. 

Even the small naps he took from time to time – against his will, you had found him passed out on his desk one day, head resting over folded arms, mouth slightly opened, soft snores escaping – couldn't possibly make up for his lack of sleep, and even though his mutation may grant him more stamina and allow him to stay awake longer than the average human being, the dark circles under his eyes were the visual proof of his fatigue, and it was all you needed to try to drag his ass back home so he could get some rest.

You watched from a distance as Miguel was sitting on the floor, a monkey wrench in hand and a screw sitting between his lips. He looked focused, a small crease forming between his eyebrows as he tried to fix his machine – you had no idea what it was for, but you figured it must be important considering the significant amount of time he had already taken trying to fix it. 

Miguel gasped in surprise at your contact, slightly jumping at the sudden feeling of your hands over his shoulders, your unexpected and unannounced presence tearing him out of his developing state of drowsiness.

“Shit you scared me” he grunted softly, grabbing the screw at his mouth before turning to look back at you.

"Sorry" you apologized, bending to leave a kiss at the top of his head, your thumbs rubbing where his suit was peeking out under the baggy clothes he had been wearing for probably way too long. His shoulders muscles were stiff and you felt them tense even more when he turned back to his machine with a small sigh.

You joined him and pushed the hammer and nails out of the way before sitting down next to him. 

"When was the last time you went to the cafeteria for something other than the coffee?" you asked accusingly as you looked down at the empty mug beside him on the floor, your hand resting at the back of his neck, playing with the hair there.

He shrugged, still looking at the open hatch of the machine in front of him. 

“A bagel won’t keep me awake” he muttered, his voice slightly muffled by the object in his mouth as he tightened a bolt, putting his tool back on the floor with a clinking before grabbing another.

“You still need to eat, you won’t get to finish fixing this machine if you die first” you scolded him as your hand left him, looking at him sternly.

He turned to you and let go of his screw before putting a hand at your arm, his tired eyes boring into yours.

“I'll eat, I promise, but I'll do that once I'm done. I’m really close to getting it, I almost have it solved.” he declared, tilting his head towards the machine as his grip around your arm lightly tightened.

You closed your eyes and nodded once before you opened your mouth to talk again, but Miguel had already turned back to work at his machine. You let out a small sigh and grabbed the screw he previously had at his mouth to fiddle with it.

"When was the last time you had a real night of sleep? Because I don't recall seeing you in our bed in what– almost a week at least?"

"Are we playing 21 questions?" he asked sarcastically as he turned to you again, clearly beginning to lose patience. 

You paused and looked away from him, a small sigh leaving your mouth before you looked back in his direction.

"We're playing 'I'm worried about my boyfriend', it's a game where said boyfriend barely takes care of himself and drowns in work and in which everyone around him witnesses his vital needs getting neglected." you said as you didn’t even try to make it sound like a joke, just blatantly showing him how upset you were.

He pinched his lips before his gaze dropped to his lap.

“Miguel” you called. “Take a break. Please. This is a request for now but if you keep on being stubborn this is gonna become an order” you said as you shifted closer to him. 

"I don't wanna fight with you. I really don't" you nodded as you put a hand to his shoulder. 

"And you would lose, because you don't have enough energy to outbid, and it's gonna hurt your ego so it's best for the both of us if you just listen to me" you explained, a smile appearing over your face when he softly chuckled and shook his head. "Okay?" you asked raising your eyebrows, awaiting his response.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay" he nodded, his half lidded, tired and bloodshot eyes looking up at you. 

"Good" you pinched your lips in a smile as you brushed away the shorter strands of his tousled hair falling over his forehead, before leaving a kiss there.

He tiredly smiled at you when you pulled away, leaning into your touch when your fingers ghosted over the light stubble on his cheeks that had grown over the past few days.

You shrugged. “I like it” 

“I don’t.”

You chuckled at his harsh response, your hand fully resting at his cheek. “Come back home with me and we’ll shave it.” you shrugged. “After a well needed shower” you continued, teasing him as you pinched your nose and faked a wince, making him nudge your side as he huffed out a laugh.

“I know it’s getting critical, I just haven’t had the time for it” he said grunting as he got up from the floor. “Lyla even said 'I don’t have olfactory sensors but I know that you stink'” he mocked as he took a higher voice and imitated the sassy attitude of his AI, making quotation marks with his hands.

You laughed at the a-bit-too-accurate imitation and got up too when he offered you his hand to help you up.

"Come on, let's get you something to eat and go back home"

—

You were already sitting on your bathroom counter, razor in hand when Miguel came out of the shower, towel loosely hanging around his hips. 

“Sure you don’t wanna keep it?” you asked teasingly, pointing at your own face to refer to his five o’clock shadow as he walked up to you.

“No. I don’t wanna look like Peter B” he grumbled as he joined you. You huffed out a laugh and caged him with your legs, bringing him closer to you.

He let his forehead rest against your shoulder, planting his hands at either side of the counter while you brushed his wet and dripping hair back, almost shuddering as you felt the gentle scruff of his stubble against your skin when his face shifted to your neck.

“Alright” 

He tilted his head back up at you, the worn out expression over his face paining you. 

You took a hold of his face and shaved him in silence, and you didn’t blame him for the lack of conversation and clever things to say. He probably had been dealing with a lot of stuff this week, trying his best so things wouldn’t turn out to be catastrophic so he probably wanted it all to be quiet now.  

Following along his sharp and defined jawline, you shaved to the shape of his face, razor gently and thoroughly following each line, careful not to go too fast and slip and cut him. 

“I'm so tired. Working twenty-four seven didn’t give me time to realize it but now it's crushing me” he mumbled, his voice barely louder than a whisper so his movements wouldn't be too harsh and wouldn't make you slip.

“I know. It all comes crashing down one moment or another” you said with an empathetic smile, rubbing your thumb over his left cheek once you were done with that area. He responded with a small hum.

It didn't take too long for you to be over with your task, and you put the razor down by the sink before grabbing the aftershave bottle, squeezing the lotion onto your hands and gently lathering it over his face, appreciating the smell you never realized you were that used to.

"Done. All clean shaven" you declared as he put his hands at either side of your neck, smiling tiredly before slotting his lips against yours.

"Thank you" he softly smiled.

"Come on, let's get you dressed and let's get you to bed" you called as you jumped down from the counter, exiting the bathroom as he followed you to the bedroom.

—

“You know, at this point you could build us quarters at the spider society” you chuckled, rummaging into the closet looking for the same kind of comfortable clothes he had been wearing lately.

“Don’t tempt me, I could make that happen” he declared as he shifted from his sitting position to lay down onto the bed with a grunt. “That’s actually not a bad idea”

You hummed in reflexion. “I could look after you, make sure you’re not doing too much” you shrugged as you turned to him to throw him a pair of clean boxers.

“Forget about what I said. ‘Don’t need you to try to babysit me all the time, I already have Lyla for that” he chuckled as he let the towel down to put on the clothes you were progressively throwing at him.

“Where was she to babysit you these past few days?” you asked as you joined him and crawled onto the bed.

“Had to turn her off. You, I can’t” he teased with a small smirk plastered over his face before putting his shirt on, grunting as you pushed him back down onto the bed.

“Asshole” you playfully hit his chest, leaning down next to him. "Right, you could only turn me on." You stared at the ceiling as you waited for any type of response, a chuckle, a small laugh, a nudge, but nothing came, nothing happened. 

Your look darted to his direction, and you giggled as you watched him trying to hold back a laugh.

"That's a bad joke, for my defense I'm exhausted so it doesn't count" he shook his head, covering his eyes with his hand, desperately grunting.

"Yeah, right" you huffed out a laugh as you let your head rest over his chest. 

The tension quickly diffused, the atmosphere getting calmer and the room getting quieter as you absentmindedly let the tip of your fingers trace patterns over his chest slowly rising and falling.

"Thank you" he softly muttered, breaking the silence, tearing you out of your thoughts.

"What?" you asked, confused, your fingers stopping in their trail. 

"Thank you for dragging me out of there, out of this hole"

You paused and shifted so you could look back at him, propping your elbow next to his face, holding your chin in the palm of your hand.

"Miguel, you know I'll always have your back, right?" you rhetorically asked, your fingertips now tracing his face, all soft from the aftershave.

He nodded as his eyes darted to your face.

"Yeah. I know" he pinched his lips in a soft smile as he looked at you, fighting so his eyes could remain open. 

You mirrored his smile, leaning over so you could leave a kiss at his lips, running your fingers over the side of his face one last time.

“You can rest now. I got you”

He softly hummed before his eyes closed under the weight of the responsibilities weighing on him, a small sigh of relief leaving him as your fingers raked through his hair. 

It didn't take long for you to register he was asleep, his breath slowing down, the steady heaving of his chest and a peaceful expression over his face.

You couldn't bring yourself to move, couldn't bring yourself to leave him.

—

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[donni-cl0wn]

Shrike my beloved!!

I love him and Bulldog!!! I CANT WAIT FOR MORE EPISODES!!! Please go watch monkey wrench on YouTube!!

[scottishmushroom]

Alright, there were so many great ideas shared in my other post that I would love to get some input about how we feel about this scene, particularly Aziraphale’s facial reactions. Because even with the 26,749 times I’ve watched this scene, I’m still conflicted about some of the decisions here.

First, we have Crowley starting his confession:

Crowley: I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We’re a team, a group. A group of the two of us.

And the camera cuts to Aziraphale seemingly nervously looking towards the window:

What's he looking at fam? My interpretation has always been that he's recognizing where the conversation is going, this forbidden and unspoken thing between them. And he instinctively feels the need to check to see if anyone is watching. *Side question: Did he see Muriel standing there when he looked? Just casually watching their divorce?

But it's the rest of his upcoming facial expressions that bother me deeply. Crowley says the following:

Crowley: And we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't.

And we get these expressions from Aziraphale as he says it:

Utter confusion. If anyone has been overly and outwardly smitten post-apocalypse, it's been Aziraphale. And yet when Crowley speaks it aloud, Aziraphale's reaction comes off as pure bafflement and as though he doesn't understand. WHY? I can understand the nervousness of being “caught” but the confused expression confuses me very much. Is he confused that Crowley is choosing now to say these things out loud? Is it that a huge monkey wrench is being thrown into what he thought would happen?

Then we get the heart wrenching part of Crowley's confession, and when he mentions that Gabriel and Beelzebub ran off together he finishes with:

Crowley: Just the two of us. We don't need Heaven. We don't need Hell, they're toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?

Here's a video clip for emphasis (no volume) of Aziraphale, as Crowley is saying this:

The head shake. It guts me.

I'd love to know what you make of these choices - the look towards the window, the confused squint, the head shake.

**There is no right or wrong answer here - I think there's a lot of room for interpretation with this scene and one person’s idea doesn’t negate someone else’s**

[francoisl-artblog]

Monkey Wrench guys. If you haven't yet, go watch it. There's 3 episodes, and they're all amazing. It's worth your time, trust me.

Funny thing, @zeurelart (That guy behind a LOTS of youtube animation and creator of this superb series) was one of the many cartoonist I got inspired to try out animations myself back in the day.(...I'm more a Storyboarder/Comic book artist than an animation guy in the end, but that's not the point.)

His use of line, and exaggerated expressions is a pure delight to see. It's super hard to reach this kind of level in animation. He's good, like super good.

Anyways, you should watch this show if you haven't already, the character are great with a super detailed design, (Which is something rarer in animation nowadays) and even the universe built around it seems promising. I want to watch more of that !

Monkey Wrench (c) Joshua Palmer Artwork made by me

[ferngle]

heheh art block is gone. my brain can finally rot again

also go watch Monkey Wrench. you should definitely go watch all of them